Egon was sitting in the lab, going through papers, when a flash of forboding swept through him. He stopped cold, goosebumps covering him. Shaking it off, he went back to his papers. It was probably nothing.

Janine awoke to someone poking her. She groaned and rolled over, swiping at whoever was shaking her awake.

"Get up, they'll be here soon," someone told her. She opened her eyes, trying to sit up. Her body was sore. The last thing she remembered, was the bright flash of light and what felt like her car hitting a wall. At least, that's what her body felt like. She rubbed her shoulders, trying to work out any soreness. Her hands stopped, as her eyes opened and saw where she was, or rather wasn't. She wasn't on the country road she was driving on, she was sitting in staw, surrounded around other people who looked like they were homeless. Sitting next to her was Winston.
"Wake up," he said, softly. "They're coming." She frowned at him, looking at her surroundings and her clothes. "Who's coming? Where are my other clothes? Winston, what's going on?"
The man who looked exactly like Winston sat back on his heels. 'Who is this Winston?" He patted his chest. "I am Darius."
She frowned at him. "Janine," she told him, still not sure what was going on. Darius looked around fearful. "Hurry Janine. They are ready to take us to the auction. They will be upset if we're not there."
She stood up, reaching out for him. "Let's go, I'm going to find out what's going on."
She looked at him, as he cringed from her touch. "What?"
"I would be beaten if I were to touch you," he said. "Even though you are a woman, I am still nothing to you."
"Even though I'm a..." Her eyes narrowed, and she grabbed his hand. 'They'll have to get through me first. Come on."
They walked out into the light, Janine squinting to see the surroundings. She stopped, gasping in shock. They were standing in the middle of an old village, full of people. From what she remembered, it looked late French or English medieval era. Or a combination of both. Whatever the flash was, it'd taken her out of her own time and dropped her into another. One where her friends and bosses were playing different parts. If Winston was here as obviously a slave, then where were the other three? And if she was here with him, what did that make her?
The sound of horses filled the air, and there was a quiet murmur throughout the crowd. Darius looked fearful. Janine looked at him.
"What's going on?"
"The DeWinter brothers," he whispered. "They have come for the auction."
Janine shrugged. "And?"
"They are the most evil, bloodthirsty men in this land. It is rumored that one of the brothers is an alchemist and a necromancer."
Janine's blood went cold. Being around the guys, she'd overheard conversations, so she knew what necromancers studied. That was the last thing she'd needed.
The three men came into view, the crowd parting for them. Janine's eyes widened as they came into view.
"Oh God, no," she whispered. If one of the guys was up here, then the other three just walked into the crowd, as free men...and brothers. At that moment, one of the auctioneers pushed her into the front, giving her a better view of the brothers and they a better look at her. The one standing in the middle had black hair and eyes as green as emeralds. They were also as hard as rock. He carried an air of menace and power around him. The one on the right had brown hair and eyes. There was an edge of softness in his eyes, even though he tried to look harsh. The third she would know anywhere. His blond hair was caught up in a ponytail, like the brother next to him, and his ice-blue eyes scanned the crowd. Janine gasped silently, as he looked in her direction. Their eyes locked, and she felt a shock run through her. That had never happened before in her own time with his twin. When he broke his gaze to talk to the man standing next to him, she literally felt drained.
The brunette walked over to one of the auctioneers, and started talking to him. She could tell from the way the man was practically groveling, that the three men had both wealth and power. One of the other auctioneers led both Janine and Darius off the stage, and around to the back.
"What is going on?" she asked, as one of the men took off the band on her arm and replaced it with another made of gold and intricately designed.
"You've both been sold to the DeWinters." he said.
"Sold?" she exclaimed. "I was sold?"
He ignored her, and instead, pulled her and Darius out to the side of the stage. Standing there, was the brother who looked like Peter. He looked at them both. "You are ours now," he announced. Darius' head was down, but Janine looked at him, her gaze not wavering. "What is your name?"
"Darius, my lord." "You will work in the stables. We are in need of another stablehand," he said to Darius. "Stay out of trouble, and you will be well taken care of." Then he looked at Janine, his gaze raking over her body. She didn't move. "What's your name?"
"Janine."
"Janine," he rolled her name over on his tongue. "Very nice. Unfortunately, I didn't see you first. Christopher has decided that he needs you, therefore you belong to him."
"I don't belong to anyone." Janine said. The man in front of her smiled. "That band on your arm says you do. I shall enjoy having you in the house. We've never had one quite so...strong-willed before." He turned his attention to them both. "I am Michael, my brothers are Christopher and Raymond. You will do well to remember that. We own you and you will address us as your lords and masters at all times, and give us the respect due to our title and position. Any deviation to that will result in drastic punishments."
He turned away and started walking back towards the horses. Darius looked at her. "We have to follow. We have no choice now. Our lives are forfeit to their demands."
Janine watched him walk off, a sinking feeling forming in the bottom of her stomach.
"Not yet," she whispered, following him.
Michael walked over to the two men, Janine and Darius following.
"Our new slaves, brothers." he said. He looked at the brunette. "Raymond, you will ride Darius with you." Raymond nodded, glancing towards Darius. Michael looked over at the blond.
"This is the last one Christopher. After this, you will have to find another solution to our dilemma." he looked back at Janine, then back at Christopher. "Although, I don't believe there should be any problem, she seems strong spirited." He walked away and mounted his horse. "Let's go gentleman."
Janine watched him walk away, then turned back to the man named Christopher. The man who looked exactly like her Egon. He looked at her, and held out his hand.
"I'm afraid Michael didn't tell me your name," he said.
She took his hand and allowed him to help her up onto the horse behind him. "Janine," she said.
He nodded, and kicked the horse. "Hold on Janine, it's a long ride."