"........................."

".....................................ugh..." "Oww ...feels like a shoopuff's playing my brain like drum." Something was not right here. "Huh." He got up with so quickly as to cause a blood rush to his head "oww." The blonde waited a few seconds for the pounding to subside but that wasn't happening anytime soon.

"Oh screw it." Having had enough he swiped his hand through the air and said aloud...

"Curaga." As soon as he had said it streams of light began to swirl around him a foot or two away from his body and as they began to draw into him as more particles of light came trailing up his legs, up his torso and throughout his arms and head until finally engulfing his body in the light and being absorbed into him.

"Damn .......... worth a shot." The pain continued as he slumped to the floor grasping at his head.

The blonde 'slowly' rose this time and took a quick scan of the area, with a double take to make sure that he was not dreaming. No sea, no sand, foliage completely different This was definitely not Besaid but, still not convinced he pinched himself.

"Definitely not dreaming." He said to himself finally assured.

He now took the time to take in his surroundings and was really amazed by what he saw; the land that greeted him was beautiful, practically unspoiled. The sun was just beginning to rise over the hills in the distance. The man drew his hand over his eyes to block some of the light.

"What to do? What to do?" Then a faint glimmer greeted the corner of his eye and turned to see a diamond-like blade reflecting the light back at him. ".... oh better not leave this here huh?" he said to himself only just realising that his blade Calabolg had been lying right next to him the whole time. He gave it a quick spin around and sheathed the blade on his back.

'hmm aside from the fact I don't know where the hell I am, something still feels really wrong here ... but what?' After five minutes of thought, it had it stuck him as his eyes flared. "YUNA."

The next half hour was spent wracking his brains, questions he had, but they only lead to more questions. Where's Yuna? ... Is she still on Besaid? ... Is she safe? ... Is she here as well? And if so where? ... Ok CALM DOWN. He mentally scolded himself. Yuna's a big girl she can take care of herself, I mean she's one of the most powerful people in existence, she's the High Summoner, she defeated Sin and that Vegnagun thingy, she'll be fine...yeah she'll be fine.........or would she ?I mean she cant summon anymore, and she'd be the first to say that she only destroyed Sin with our help and from what I hear there was eight of them battling Vegnagun and that it was really thanks to that Lenne woman for stopped that Shuyin guy from levelling Spira.........Damn.

"YUUUUUUUUUNAAAAAAA"

The day flew by and the sun had begun as the lone man wondered through hill and wood all the while calling out the name of his lost love until finally he came to a river bank where his thirst took over and dived to ground, cupped his hands and began to drink his fill.

"Ahh ...that hit the ... ohh ar.." It finally dawned on him what this feeling was, he had unknowingly neglected himself both food and water in favour of searching for Yuna, and it finally caught up with him as he started to get up only to collapse to the ground unconscious.

"D'ya think its dead?"

"He' Pip, not 'IT'."

"Ya think? It looks like a lass."

'WHAT ... OWWW'

"Well whatever it is, stop poking at it with that infernal stick."

"Whatever happened to it being a 'he' Mer?"

"Well...umm.... just give me that stick."

"Should we go get some help for him?"

"Or 'Her' Mer."

'Whoever the hell is saying that is gonna get my fist in his face'

"Whatever lets go get Gandalf maybe he'll know what to do."

"You mean we're leaving her?"

"I'm pretty sure it's a he Pip."

'Seriously once more...'

"Ok but I don't think we should leave 'him'... there happy?"

'Much'

"Good point, well you get his left arm and I'll take his right."

"Ok."

The two began to drag the limp body back up the path earning many glares and whispers from the passes by all in to much of a rush to be bothered for long. But they could go no further as they both collapsed into a near by bush, the body being too heavy even for both of them.

"By Eru e's eavy, I'm shattered."

"Well he is a man Mer, though I have never seen any like him before he's dressed kinda funny and that sword looks peculiar, he could be an elf."

'Hobbit...Elf?'

"Can't be elves are supposed to be tall, beautiful creatures and I don't think an elf would ever dress like this."

'That's it I've had enough'

"How would you know, you've never seen an Elf Mer."

"True. Anyway I can't carry him any more I'll run ahead and fetch Gandalf, you wait here with him Pip."

"Ok."

Footsteps could be heard as the Hobbit ran of into the distance, the one left to guard got up and walked over to the other side of the path and reached out to the bush 'SNAP' hobbled back over to the limp body.

'Oh...Crap...No'

Tidus felt a new energy flare up inside him.

It was a good half hour before Merry and Gandalf came running up the path along with two others he would later come to know were called, Frodo and Sam. It had taken 25 of those minutes for Merry to convince Gandalf of the validity of his tale. But the scene that greeted them was not what either of them had expected as Pippin was cowering of the floor with a very angered and confused man looming over him about to beat him into the ground with a stick.

"Oh I guess she's feeling better now." Exclaimed Merry. The man shot Merry a glance that could kill.

"Uh I am now sure it's a lad Mer." whimpered Pippin.

"Silence the both of you." Gandalf decided to step in with his arms held out in font of him. "Now young man you have nothing to fear from us you are among friends, my little friends here found you unconscious a ways from here and brought you here for aid, but I see you no longer need it."

"Ok I may have nothing to fear from you but he has something to fear from me." he gestured to Pippin.

"What did I do?" Pippin began cowering almost in tears.

'Oh no what I have done'

The blonde began to calm down and lower the stick.

Gandalf sighed in relief , 'I'm glad he chose that twig in favour of that blade'

"You have been poking me with that damned stick for ages." Said Tidus, almost apologetically.

"Umm ... sorry I didn't know that you could feel it, I thought you were dead." Pippin then came to realisation of what he said. "But I don't see how that helps... umm sorry". He was beginning to calm down a bit too but the tears were still present.

"I'm sure the lad is sorry for what he has done, he is still young and will be punished later." Gandalf said apologising on Pippins behalf shooting a glare that could kill, at Pippin.

"Its ok." the blonde sighed followed by a quick double take of the scene, still not fully registered in his head, he was talking to a guy, who by the look of things could drop dead any second and a bunch of kids. .

"May I ask your name young man and where you hail from for I am not familiar with your accent or the way in which you dress?" This drew the Hobbits attention to the fact as they looked at him quizzically.

"My name's Tidus and I'm from Zanarkand. This earned him more quizzical looks.

'Wow, why do I feel like I've been through this all before.'

Pippin whispered to Merry "His name sounds weird." This earned him and elbow to the chest.

"I have never heard of such a place, please lad there is no need lie unless these facts are merely a side affect of your injury".

"I am not lying to you and never would, and judging from what I have seen so far, I am not from your world."

"Valinor?" Questioned Gandalf.

"Uh no, a completely different world called Spira, and uh what's a Valinor?"

'Ooh awkward silence and weird stares say something, say anything'

It was hard for Tidus to judge the looks on all they're faces, was it worry, curiosity, disbelief, he couldn't tell.

"Hmm, Curious as I am about this whole situation but I believe we should carry on this conversation indoors it is quite chilly out here and I'm sure you would like some food and rest judging by your state". Gandalf spoke after an awkward silence almost smiling.

"Frodo, may we?" Gestured Gandalf, Frodo knowing what Gandalf meant quickly averted his eyes from Tidus, where as the other's were still transfixed.

"Sure." He simply replied and began to lead the way up the road. At that Tidus tried to move his legs but was halted by fallen to his knees, Frodo spun around quickly to see what had happened.

"Argh!" Tidus grunted. Followed by a snicker from Pippin, and earned him another glare from Gandalf as he walked over to Tidus and helped him to his feet.

"Here lad let me help you." He said as he helped him steady. Then He gestured to Frodo to continue. As he turned back Tidus swore that Frodo shot him a weird glance making him a bit uncomfortable, but chose not to dwell on it. They set of Frodo followed by Gandalf helping Tidus then the other three hobbits.

The journey didn't take more than five minutes but it seemed like a life time to Tidus. Frodo and Gandalf had been silent the whole trip and he feared starting a conversation, not that he could from lack of energy, and besides he was more interested in what the other three were talking about, he knew they were talking about him and listened intently to find out what it is they have to say. But through they're whispers he could only make out a few words, ones like 'Queer', 'Strange' and 'Evil'. The last one hit him quite hard.

"Here we are." said Frodo almost proudly and turned to Tidus. "Welcome to Bag End." At that they all followed him in.

'Not too shabby...'

'...For a whole in the ground.' He added as an after-thought.'

Tidus stopped at the entrance holding up the other Hobbits. Something didn't feel right, not that there is anything wrong with waking up in an other world, walking for hours yelling until his throat was soar, being poked at with a stick for ages and being invited into a house by a kid.

He was knocked out of his thoughts buy a small finger poking him in the back.

'Ok that hurt more than it should have oww.'

"What's wrong?" Came Merry's voice from behind him.

"Oh uh... I don't want to intrude."

"You were invited; it's not an intrusion then." Merry replied, playfully pushing him in.

'Frodo didn't have much of a choice in the matter I'd hardly call it an invite. Oh well.'

Hope you like as always, would love ideas as to how to take the story, I have ideas but need input on them one of them being Aeons? Or no Aeons? But thanks anyway and I will update a lot more now that I have the time, Ta.