A/N: This involves some religious ideas, so if you have any objection to that, then you might want to skip this chapter. All ideas portrayed in this chapter are purely from my imagination and did not happen.
Zeda crash-landed, and tumbled over and over until she eventually came to a stop. She groaned, and sat up, rubbing her head painfully.
It looked like a Middle Eastern city, but everybody was speaking a way weird lingo, and they were all dressed really poorly. And, Zeda wondered, who the heck were all those people dressed in armor?
Suddenly, she remembered. 1 A.D. If Jesus did exist, this must have been where she and Monique had been swept to. If he existed.
She walked up to one of the armor-wearing people. "Um, excuse me," she said. "But...what year is this?" He merely glared at her and turned to face the west.
Zeda shrugged and walked off, people staring at her, then hastily looking away. She walked into what she assumed was a clothing shop. "Excuse me?" she asked the lady. The woman gasped. "Gentile!" she said, suddenly full of hatred.
"I'm sorry?" Zeda asked. "You are a Gentile! Get out of my shop!" "Well, I need some clothes-"Zeda started. "Then you must pay twice as much," the woman replied. "Fine!" Zeda retorted, suddenly furious with this whole twisted world...where different people were harassed and prejudiced.
"You may have either the plain white or the grey," the woman said. "I'll take the white," Zeda answered. The woman tossed her some cloth. "Um, where's my clothes?" Zeda asked. The woman stared at her like she was an idiot. "You sew your clothes!" she barked at her. "Now get out of my shop!"
Zeda gladly left the woman's shop, and tried to figure out where she could find something to sew with and how to sew at that.
She found a barn to stay in because, apparently: "We Jews don't serve Gentiles." She lit a small candle and started to sew, but it became rather twisted. However, it fit, eventually, although she felt very odd and scrunched.
So, she tried to sleep.
Ron felt his heart stop. All the villains were teaming up? As in, how many?
"And once we've successfully taken over the world," Drakkan said, "we'll ditch the other villains and rule together!"
"Together?" Shego said dryly. "I mean...you will rule and I will be your advisor!" Drakkan hastily corrected himself. "My mistake."
Ron tried to reach his cell-phone but failed. "Rufus!" he whispered. Rufus squirmed out of his pocket, but for once Shego and Drakkan had thought of everything. Even Rufus' tiny paws were tied together.
"Forget it," Ron said. Rufus fell limply against Ron's side as they tried to think of a way out of this jam. The next day, Zeda walked down the street, feeling uncomfortable under the scrutiny of Jews and Roman guards.
She continued to walk, searching everywhere for Monique. Then, someone threw a stone at her. It left a bruise on her arm.
Zeda kept her cry of pain inside, and merely glared at the perpetrator. Then another rock hit her other arm, and then another and another until suddenly Zeda found stones flying at her from all directions.
She covered her head and started to run-and fell against a small boy. They both fell to the ground, and when a stone hit the child, he merely blinked and a sadness spread over his face. Zeda couldn't believe it, however. The boy was sad...not for himself, but apparently for her, it seemed.
And suddenly Zeda knew who he was. "Oh!" she whispered. And she threw herself over the child and took the stones for him. Finally, the crowd dispersed as Roman guards broke them up. Zeda carefully removed herself from the child, wincing painfully.
She sat there and stared deep into his soulful brown eyes, and tears came to her own. He smiled at her. "I am sorry," he said to her.
Zeda realized that he sounded old beyond his years. "He loves you," the child whispered to her. "He has not forgotten you." And then he smiled. "And He will protect you in your battle to come."
"Then...it is true?" Zeda asked. "It has always been true," the boy answered. "You just never believed."
"I believe now," Zeda told him. And the boy smiled-and he got up and left.
And Zeda wept for she knew what he would go through. He would pay for her- and never in her life had Zeda imagined how painfully unfair a situation like that could be.
Zeda went on through her day, numbly searching for Monique and clutching the disrupter close to her.
"Monique!" she suddenly cried out to a teenaged African. The girl turned to her, and surprised joy filled Monique's face.
"Z!" she cried. "You're here!" "Come on!" Zeda grabbed her friend's hand. "We have to hurry! Ron's been captured, and Kim's still missing!"
"I'm so glad you're here, girl!" Monique squealed. "This whole scene has been boring." "Yeah," Zeda agreed, though her thoughts rested with a certain young boy as they were flown through time...and she was glad that Monique hadn't been rested on a certain day about 30 years later.