"Wot the hell is she wearing?"

"I think–I think she's in men's clothing..."

Pegeen's eyes fluttered open several hours later, after drifting in and out of consciousness for the past day. The unfamiliar white walls mixed with steel pressed in all around her. Peggy tried to scream, only to find that her throat was dry and she was mute until she could drink something. There was a piercing pain in the side of her head, and she cast her eyes about, searching for someone to give her an answer.

"Good, you're awake." A warm voice broke through the quiet thrumming of engines. "We were afraid you might not wake up. Your vitals were alarmingly low."

Peggy adjusted her head to face the direction of the voice. She licked her cracked lips with a dry tongue that rasped across the split parts. "Wh–where am I?" She couldn't manage anything above a whisper. As though sensing her needs, the brunette woman poured a glass of water for the teenaged girl.

"You are in the brig of the Nautilus." Wilhelmina Harker replied gently, helping the girl to sip tentatively at the cool water.

"How did I get here?" Pegeen rasped, taking the cup and sitting up so that she could drink it more easily. She glanced down at the white sheets that were wrapped quite tightly around her body. Abruptly, she realized that her school clothes were nowhere to be seen and all that she wore was a rather old-fashioned nightgown.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man with dark, brassy hair enter the room. Mina frowned slightly, "We were hoping that you could tell us. We found you on top of the Nautilus. You are lucky that the Captain was above deck at the time. We might have submerged, and then you would have drowned." Pegeen shuddered and rubbed the back of her throbbing neck. She must've slept on it wrong. "We were also..." Mina added hesitantly, as though she was speaking taboo words, "Hoping that you could tell us why you were dressed in...in men's clothing."

"Men's clothing?" Pegeen echoed, mystified. "I was only in jeans and a–oh." Maybe these people were some sort of weird cult...in a submarine...dressing in 200 year old fashions...she really shouldn't ask, but, "What year is this?" Her dark auburn hair hung loosely over her shoulder, looking even darker against the pale cream nightgown.

"1900." The man replied, walking over with a bandage. "You must've taken a bump to the head." He reached out as though to stroke her hair and Pegeen flinched. Jekyll looked at her with gentle patience, "I'm only going to change your bandage. You don't want an infection, now do you?"

Pegeen reached up to her neck again and felt around until her fingers encountered a bandage. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and she lowered her hand so that Jekyll could resume his duties. "Sorry." She mumbled, dropping her eyes.

"It's quite alright," He replied, just as quietly. Pegeen could tell he was as shy as she felt right now. Although he was certainly less embarrassed and more at ease.

"I'm Pegeen." She said suddenly, inclining her head to let the doctor undo the bandage. Cool air caressed the open wound, making the blood sticky.

"And I am Wilhelmina Harker." The woman replied, hands folded primly in her lap. "The man treating you is Doctor Jekyll. So, am I to understand that you have no knowledge of how you arrived here, nor of the reasons for your...unusual choice in clothing?"

"Umm...yes?"

Again, not the longest chapter in the world. Thank you to loyaltonone for being my FIRST REVIEWER! Whoo!