"Jacob." Called a familiar feminine voice soothingly. "Jacob….time to get up…"
Laurel? He thought silently, warily opening his eyes and trying to sit up. Lights began to flicker on around him, momentarily blinding him.
"Jacob Lance," called the voice again. "If you don't get out of bed this instant…."
He tried to focus his eyes against the bright lights, squinting to see a shadow of a person sitting in the same chair Martin had been occupying earlier.
"Mom?" He asked groggily rubbing his eyes and trying to focus again.
"First you call Amaya baby and now you call me mom," the figure laughed, revealing itself to be a young woman in a red and black checkered shirt. "Did Sara hit you in the head one too many times?"
"I can assure you Miss Tomaz," Gideon chirped in. "If she had, my repairs to his body would have alleviated any damage."
"Lighten up Gideon," the young woman shot back. "I was joking. You alright kid?"
"Im fine," Jacob grunted, shaking his head and disconnecting the device wrapped around his wrist. "Thank you for that, Gideon."
"You are most welcome, Jacob," she replied back, giving an audible smile.
"You sure you're alright, kid?" The young woman asked again, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Im fine," he repeated, this time in a more annoyed tone. "Just thought i heard something."
"Well it sounds like you could use some exercise," She laughed, stepping towards him and extending her hand. "My names Zari. Zari Tomaz."
"Jacob Lance," He offered, taking her hand and shaking it firmly; she raised an eyebrow at his grip before giving a smile.
"Is he good to go, Gideon?" she asked, looking over towards the wall screen.
"Mister Lance...im sorry, Jacob, is in perfect health. I do recommend some caution though."
Jacob sat up, carefully placing a bare foot on the cold metal. Gingerly, he put part of his weight behind it. He felt strong, quickly putting his opposing foot down and standing up completely. Both his legs held and, with a smile, he wiggled his toes; each digit dancing in response. Zari rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest. He looked at her, still smiling.
"You want a medal or something?" She asked snidely, trying to fight back smiling at him.
"Hey, " he argued, stretching his arms out and touching his once wounded shoulder. The burn scar was less noticeable, merely a few lines of pink. The bullet wound was in a similar state, only a small circle left. "It's the best i've felt in weeks."
Her smile forced its way through.
"Now about those rags," she mentioned, nodding at his tattered pants and eyes flicking over his muscular torso. "Gideon can you make him a few things?"
She responded by opening a panel behind Zari, a tall narrow rack sliding forth. On it hung a pair of dark pants and a black shirt, with a pair of dark leather boots sitting below them.
"I have already taken the liberty of fabricating af few items for him," Gideon chirped.
Zari walked over, picked up the pants and shirt before flinging them both at Jacob. She went to pick up the boots before Jacob stopped her.
"If you don't mind," he chuckled. "I'd like to stretch my toes a bit."
"Fine by me," Zari shrugged, pushing on the panel so it slid back into the wall. "Just don't let Ray see you barefoot, he's got a bit of a germ problem."
Jacob laughed and began peeling the blood and sweat covered pants away from his waist, fingers struggling with the buttons.
"You...uhhh… might want to wait before changing," She stammered, hesitantly pointing out the blood, mud and sweat stains all over his body.
"Oh…." he muttered, not having noticed his motley appearance till now. "Shower?"
"This way," she laughed, waving for him to follow her.
He obeyed, joints giving off a crack as he took a step. Zari laughed again, looking over her shoulder to make sure he kept pace. It wasn't hard, now that he was standing closer to her he noticed the difference in their height; he stood almost a full head taller. After a few steps, he found himself right beside her, taking a slower pace and enjoying the cool sensation of his skin on the metal floor.
"Where is everyone?" he asked, looking up and down the corridor as they walked.
"Well it's pretty late yet," she commented, looking at the watch on her wrist. "Rays probably the only other one still up. Good news is you won't have to wait for the bathroom."
He looked down at her questioningly.
"Only have one," she shrugged. "Biggest downside to this ship."
Jacob snorted back a laugh as they kept walking. After a few doors passed, Zari began to hum a melody under her breath.
"What is that?" he asked gently, admiring the tune.
"Oh...it's something i heard Nate playing in the library," she admitted shyly. "Vivaldi i think. Not my usual taste but i kinda like it."
"Its pretty," he nodded.
"You're sweet," she giggled. "Kind of surprising since your related to Sara."
"Adopted," he admitted. "But Sara does have a soft side, deep down."
"Yea...really deep down," she agreed in a dry tone as they arrived at a single door. With knock, she brought up the door control. Seeing no one was inside, she opened it up. "Well here we are. Take as long as you want, Gideon has plenty of hot water."
He nodded, stepping inside and tapping the door control. With a lazy sigh, the doors slid shut and he heard a soft scrapping as Zari leaned against them, sliding down into a sitting position.
With a chuckle, he turned around and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. It truly was a morbid sight: blood crusting all over his chest, his once stubbled cheek now sporting the beginnings of a beard. He shuddered, turning away from the mirror and turned the shower knob to full hot. The room filled with steam almost instantly. Jacob peeled off the ruined rags he wore and chucked them into a corner, stepping into the steaming spray and sighing in relief. He scrubbed at his skin, grime fighting free and almost turning the water black. Working his way down his arms, he noticed the blood covering his hands. Screams began to echo in his head, visions of each person he had killed flashing before his eyes. He started to scrub at his hands violently, heart racing uncontrollably as the screams only got louder. With a defeated groan, he dropped the scrub brush and shoved his head under the spray, hoping the rushing water would drown out the screams.
"Im fine, im fine," he began muttering to himself as he rubbed at his eyes. "Im fine."
He slowly opened his eyes, moving away from the rushing water and looked at his hands. All that remained was bright pink skin.
"Gideon," he called quietly.
"Yes, Jacob?" came her response in a worried tone.
"How well versed are your musical databases?"
"Mister Haywood has updated them several times since his arrival. I am confident to say i have a vast variety."
"Good," Jacob laughed. "Can you put on some old jazz? Something close to The Crooners?"
"I am unfamiliar with that name, running a comparative scan now." She chirped, going quiet for a second. "I believe i have something similar."
"Let me hear it?" he asked.
Soft melodies began to drift through the air, mingling nicely with the cascading water.
"Close enough," he chuckled, enjoying the soft swaying rhythm.
He took his time, room filling with steam and music. By the time he stepped out, his once grime covered skin was perfectly clean and bright pink. After running his hand wrapped in a towel over the mirror, he stared at his own reflection for a few seconds. His muscular torso was even more defined, fingers touching the newer scars. Damn, he thought to himself, I look and feel good again. He continued to admire himself in the mirror, turning around and flexing his muscles. When he faced it again, he scratched at his beard in thought.
"Needs to go," he mumbled, looking around for a pair of shears or a razor.
"Gideon, do you have anything I could…" he started. Before he could finish his sentence, a small panel extended itself out from below the mirror. A collection of shaving implements along with their accompanying lathers sat on a clear panel. He looked them all over, finally picking one up and setting to work.
Zari sat with her back against the cold metal door leading to the bathroom, humming absently to herself. She began to tap out a rhythm on the floor in front of her until the door opened and she fell backwards with a squeak. Jacob stood above her, drying his damp hair with a towel and smiling down at her.
"Well don't you clean up nice," she giggled, rubbing her head and noticing the shaggy beard gone from his face.
He extended a hand down to her. With a grunt, she took it, taking note of how big and warm his hands were compared to her own. She stood up, bending down to brush off her pants before looking up at him. The pants fit absolutely perfect, accenting his natural body shape. The shirt made his already muscular chest look even more defined, a few damp spots adding even more definition. Now his face looked completely different. What once held a mottled mat of hair, was now completely clean and made him look slightly younger. His jawline was superb, something she hadn't noticed before. His hair did need a trim, but despite the length it spilled over the sides and back of his head in an attractive manor.
"Garbage?" He asked, holding up the rags he once wore.
"Hmm?" she asked, shaking her head and breaking away from her observations. "Oh right, incinerator."
She took a step around him, tapped a panel on the wall next to the mirror and a tray pivoted out. He raised his eyebrows and peered down into the tray, seeing nothing but darkness. With a shrug, he tossed the rags in and Zari nudged it shut with her hip and pressed the panel again. The tray silently pivoted back into the wall and disappeared.
"Right," she muttered dusting off her hands and heading back into the corridor. "You hungry?"
"Actually, yes," he chuckled, his stomach rumbling in response as well. "Not even sure when i ate last."
"Well come on," she smirked, waving him to follow her. "Gideon makes really good pancakes."
As she turned, he caught a glint of something shiny dangling around her neck. He frowned, but otherwise followed her.
"So i noticed your not exactly shocked to be on a time ship," she started as he caught up to her. "Been on one before?"
"Something like that," he laughed, reaching a hand out to lightly run along the wall as they walked. "I spent a good bit of time in these corridors."
He paused, looking up the corridor and frowning slightly.
"The Galleys up this way right?" he asked, turning to her and nodding to the right of a split.
"Right," she agreed with a nod.
"Race ya," he grinned childishly at her.
Before she had a chance to answer, he had taken off down the corridor. She opened her mouth to call after him, instead, a smile crept to her face and she took off after him.
A few doorways whizzed by as he ran, feet making a slapping echo on the metal. He turned his head to see Zari chasing after him, face lit up with laughter as she did. As he turned back around, he almost came crashing into Sara face to face. She took a step to stop him but he managed to twist around her, feet tangling up and tripping. WIth a thud and a groan, he tumbled to the floor and into the closest wall. Sara rushed over to him, rolling his body over to face her. As she did so, she noticed his body was shaking with laughter.
"Are you alright?" she asked, standing up and folding her arms over her chest.
"Yea, im fine," he laughed, standing up and dusting himself off. He looked her over and saw her hair was slightly frizzy, she had just woken up. "You ok?"
"Im fine," she grumbled back, trying to fight a smile as she looked up into his handsome face; she lost and cracked a grin at him. "It's good to see that face without it being covered in blood."
Zari finally caught up to them breathless.
"You were supposed to be looking after him," Sara grumbled as she turned to face her.
"I am!" Zari insisted, raising a hand in protest as she caught her breath. "We're heading to the kitchen for something to eat."
"Gideons pancakes?" Sara asked, turning from Zari to Jacob. He nodded and grinned as she shook her head and tried to hide her smile behind her hand.
"Go eat then," she giggled, standing on her tiptoes to give him a hug. He squeezed her tightly, causing her to wince.
"I'm gonna need a few hours in the medbay…" she groaned, releasing him and lightly holding her ribs before walking down the corridor.
Zari gave her a one handed wave before her hand rested on her forehead, brushing her bangs back. With an annoyed sig, she placed her hand on her hip and glared at Jacob.
"Are you trying to get me in trouble with Sara again?" She groaned closing her eyes.
"Hey," he shot back, cracking a wise ass grin. "You're the one who offered pancakes. Not my fault you can't keep up."
Her eyes flicked open, staring at him for a second before she touched the medallion hanging around her neck. The ruby red jewel began to glow for a second before it went dark. With a wave of her hands, Zari sent a sudden rushing of air towards Jacob. He frowned at the sound before being pinned against the wall of the corridor. She cracked a grin as he hung there, giving a small salute before running in the original direction they were heading.
After a few minutes, Jacob made it to the galley and found Zari sitting at the center table overzealously eating a stack of pancakes. When she saw him walk through the door, she stuck a bite in her mouth quick, making small moans of enjoyment and sneering at him.
"Not cool," he growled, pointing a finger at her threateningly.
"Hey, its not my fault you don't have any powers," she shot back at him. She picked up another forkful of pancake and ate it mockingly.
"You have no idea how many times i heard that back home.." He grumbled as he glared at her for a second before a grin broke through and they both started laughing.
"Gideon," he called, approaching the food replicator. "Would you mind making me a stack as well?"
"Of course," she chirped, the replicator lighting up and whiring. A few seconds later he was pulling a steaming glass dish from it.
As he walked over to the table, Zari pushed out a chair with her foot. Jacob grabbed it by the back, checking to make sure her foot wasn't about to pull it back, and sat down.
"That necklace," he started, pointing at the amulet she wore. "What exactly is it?"
"It belonged to my brother," she answered, pulling it out from beneath her shirt and holding it up. "Amaya says its a totem from Zambezi but i don't really know much about it. Didnt I have it on your earth?"
"Well to be honest, i don't remember a Zari Tomaz or anyone wearing anything like that back home, other than Amaya i mean."
"What can i say," she chuckled, spearing another chunk of her breakfast. "I'm one of a kind."
Jacob snorted from behind a mouthful of pancake as Zari grinned at him.
"Ahh, good morning Miss Tomaz, Mister Lance," Came Martin Steins voice as he entered the galley and picked up a grapefruit, slicing it in half. "Gideon would you be a dear and pour me some orange juice?"
"Of course Professor," she replied, replicator lighting up again.
"Morning," Zari called, waving her fork in greeting, Jacob nodded and waved as he swallowed a mouthful.
"How are you feeling?" The Professor asked as he approached the table, his halved grapefruit in one hand, orange juice in the other.
"Much better," Jacob replied, standing up and sliding out a chair for the older man. "Gideon works wonders."
"That she does, my boy, that she does," he chuckled setting his food down and accepting the chair. "Thank you, If only everyone onboard had such exquisite manors."
Jacob laughed as he sat back down, Zari muttering something quietly to her fork.
"What was that Miss Tomaz?" The professor asked, looking over at her.
"Hey," she called, clearing her throat and looking to Jacob. "Tell us a story about your earth."
"Oh yes, do." The Professor agreed.
"I wouldn't even begin to know where to start," Jacob admitted, scratching the back of his head.
"Oh come on!" Zari interjected, smacking the table with her open palm. "There has to be a few embarrassing stories to tell. What about Sara?"
"I'm not about to tell that one, Saras already wailed on me enough," He laughed, shaking his head. "Although, i was pretty terrible as a child. I ended up growing up in STAR labs with both Harrison Wells daughter and Barry Allen's son. So we were like twelve years old, it was all pranks day. Usually the parents would play these little jokes with us kids and the whole lab would get in on it. It was the same year Harrison ended up locking himself in his office to escape the trickery. But anyway, Barry was always getting us the best, using his superspeed to pull of some of the most elaborate pranks. The three of us had enough and decided we were going to get him back. We had the perfect plan, we were going to mess with The Flash suit. Wally was developing speedster abilities so we had him steal the ring when Uncle Barry wasn't looking. Jessi and I finally managed to figure out how he got the suit into and out of the ring, with a little help from Ronnie. After a few hours, we got everything situated, put the suit back inside and had Wally return it while Ronnie rigged up a fake alarm for The Flash. We waited out in the corridor for it to go off, and when it did, we saw Barry come tumbling out of his office and into the wall outside. He threw on his suit so far that he didn't even notice we had put roller skates on the boots, bunny ears on the cowl and had darkened his lenses!"
Zari started snorting over her food, holding a hand up cover her mouth as the Professor doubled over in laughter.
"We could hear Ronnie laughing the whole way down the hall as he watched it happen on camera. When he finally got the suit back off, the look on Barry's face was priceless; he didn't know wether to be mad at us or proud we pulled it off!"
"That would have been a sight to see," The Professor laughed, taking a sip of his orange juice.
"Another!" Zari commanded.
"Alright, alright," Jacob laughed, holding up his hands. "On my sixteenth birthday, Rip decided we were going to take a little trip…"
Jefferson Jackson woke up in an oddly good mood, swinging his legs over the end of his bunk and standing up. With a yawn and a stretch, he rooted around for a tee shirt to cover his bare chest. He picked up a tablet from the small table he kept beside his bunk, flipping through a series of screens till he came to one labeled Status.
"Good morning, Gideon," he called, reading over all the values that popped up on the screen.
"Good morning mister Jackson," Came her reply in a cheery tone.
"What are we gettin into today?" he asked, tapping the door control and heading out into the corridor.
"There are a few routine maintenance tasks that need completed."
"Are any urgent?" he asked, flipping through the list as he walked.
"Not immediately."
"Ok awesome," he nodded, getting another wave of extreme giddyness washing over him.
What was that? He silently asked himself as he stopped. Closing his eyes and concentrating, he tried to weed out the source. After a few minutes, he saw flashes of happyness, someone laughing and the smell of grapefruit. Of course, he thought.
"Gideon, where's Grey?" he called.
"I do believe The Professor is in the galley with Miss Tomaz and Jacob."
"Of course," he sighed, nodding and heading in that direction.
A few minutes later, he heard the same echoing of laughter bouncing around the corridor. He stepped through the doorway, entering in the middle of a conversation.
"...Rip just looks at the Vicar, grabs me by the scruff of the neck and says 'Sorry guv, this one's mine.'"
A loud burst of laughter rang out from both Zari and Martin with Zari almost in tears. Martin removed his glasses, wiped his eyes with a finger and put them back in time to see Jax standing in the doorway looking confused.
"Ah, Jefferson," he called, waving him over. "Good morning."
"Sounds like yall are having a good morning," he commented, nodding.
"Come come, Jefferson," The Professor chided in as Zari struggled to regain her breath from laughing so hard. "Mister Lance here is just regaling us with stories from his world."
"Jacob, please," Jacob dismissed, extending a hand out to Jefferson.
"Everybody just calls me Jax," he replied, gripping the man's hand firmly and shaking it.
"Well Jax, I owe you a thank you."
"Nah don't worry about it man," he said with a wave.
"Come on tell us another!" Zari exclaimed, reaching across the table and shaking Jacobs arm
.
A few hours later, Sara sat up in the medchair and groaned groggily. Slowly regaining her senses, she rubbed her eyes and blinked, taking in the brightening lights around her.
"Are we good to go, Gideon" she asked, looking over her shoulder to the viewing screen.
"All your injuries are completely healed but i feel i must mention your elevated oxytocin levels…"
"Gideon can we not?" Sara replied, cutting off the electronic female with a groan. "Did you manufacture the items i requested?"
"I did," she confirmed, sliding open the wallrack and revealing the crate Sara had brought with them from Lian Yu. "I took the liberty of storing them as well."
Sara stood up from the chair slowly, and once sure of her footing, walked over to the panel. She lifted the lid, peered inside and smiled, lightly touching the contents.
"Thank you, Gideon," she called, shutting the lid and placing a lock on the latch. "They're perfect."
She picked up the crate and carried it towards the door, stopping when she noticed a pair of boots sitting randomly on the floor. They have to be Jacob's, she thought to herself as she picked them up and headed for the door. She proceeded to lug the crate down the corridor, and with some struggling, opened the door to the jumpship.
"Gideon, did you manage to find her?" She asked, setting the crate down and tapping on the jumpships controls.
"Of course, Captain, i have plotted a course."
"Good, wheres Jacob?" she asked, turning for the door.
"The Galley with the Professor, Mister Jackson and Miss Tomaz."
Sara nodded in confirmation, exting the jumpship and pacing down the corridor, boots in hand. She arrived at the entryway a few minutes later, just in time for another burst of laughter to echo from inside.
"What's so funny?" she asked, walking into the room with a raised eyebrow.
No one was able to speak right away, everyone was either clutching their sides or still trying to regain their breath from laughing so hard. Zari took a deep breath and nodded at Sara.
"She even has the same crease in her forehead," she muttered to Jacob as she pointed at Sara.
"That she does," Jacob laughed, turning around to see Sara scowling at them both.
"What do you mean?" Sara asked, stepping closer towards Jacob.
"Nothing," he replied with a grin. She dropped the boots in his lap as a response, smirking when he flinched.
"You're looking well, miss Lance," Martin acknowledged, after wiping his misty eyes.
"Thank you, Martin," she replied, giving a warm smile. "I see this one's warming up to everyone," she cooed, kissing Jacob on top of the head; the others gave her a surprised look at she did.
"I feel great," Jacob replied, tilting his head back and smiling at her.
"Welp, it's time for me to get some sleep," Zari yawned, looking at her watch before standing up. "If you survive Saras training, it'd be good to see you again." She said, holding out a closed fist.
"Likewise," he laughed, bumping his own fist into hers.
She smiled, giving a little wave to both Martin and Jax before sleepily shuffling out of the galley and into the corridor.
"Jax, how's everything coming with the ship?" Sara asked, turning to Jefferson.
"I've got a list of diagnostics to run yet," He groaned, wiping a hand across his face.
"Well get on it," She commanded. "Martin, i'm gonna need you to look after the kids for a little bit. Ill be away for awhile with this one."
"Of course, Captain." He laughed through a grin.
Jacob picked the boots up off his lap and slipped his feet inside, lacing them up quickly.
"Where we going?" he asked, standing up.
"To finish your training," she answered simply.
Martin raised his eyebrows as Jacob let out an audible groan.
"Take heart, young man," The professor started, gently touching Jacobs hand. "You survived that wretched Island, im sure youll survive anything else Sara throws at you."
"Depends what part of me she throws it at," he laughed bitterly, giving the older mans hand a squeeze.
"Well let's go then," Sara urged, giving a small tug on Jacobs opposing arm.
Jacob gave a small salute to both the professor and Jax before allowing himself to be pulled from the galley and down the corridor. Jax waited till he was sure they were both out of earshot before saying anything.
"Did you see that Grey?" he asked his older counterpart. "She kissed him…."
"They're family," The Professor stated simply, standing up and pushing in his chair.
"Yeah but i dont think ive ever seen Sara be so…"
"Caring?" The older man finished for him as Jax nodded. "She's lost her sister, it would only be logical for her."
"If you say so…" Jax muttered following him.
"Do i detect a hint of jealousy?" Martin laughed, raising an eyebrow and looking sideways at his companion.
"Grey get real man," The younger fellow sneered with a roll of his eyes.
"So where are we going?" Jacob asked again as he followed Sara to the jumpship. "Or should i ask, when?"
"When's the easy part," She laughed, turning around to face him and walking backwards. "We're returning you to the day you left."
"And the where?" He asked raising his eyebrow.
"Well that's a little more complicated," she replied frowning. "Gideon did not say where exactly but i'm taking you to the one person who i know can properly train you, without getting you killed; Nyssa."
"Thought you two weren't together anymore?"
"We're not…." she sighed, biting her lip and turning back around. "But i'm hoping she will do me a favor…"
"I've got a bad feeling about this…" he muttered to himself as they climbed aboard the jumpship.
"Would it make you feel better if i promise not to kick you out of the cargo door this time?" She laughed, flashing him a dangerous smile and sitting down in the pilot's chair.
"Maybe a little," he grinned back at her before sitting down and strapping himself in.
As he did so, he noticed the wooden crate from the island sitting on the floor a few chairs away from him, opening his mouth to ask about it before ultimately remaining silent.
In a matter of minutes, they were secured and blasting out from the hangar into the greens and yellows of the temporal zone. With a few button presses and a sudden lurch, a bright flash erased all color, leaving them in a pitch black sky with the faint shine of stars. Sara pulled up a map on the display, scanning area. Jacob unhooked his harness and slowly walked up to peer out the windshield. He could see faint flickers of light in the distance as Sara angled the ship downward and hummed along a sand dune.
"Dessert?" he asked openly, trying to figure out where they were. "Where are we?"
"Just outside the Hindu Kush mountain range," She indicated, pointing at the 3d map hovering above the console. "It should be coming into range any second."
Sure enough, the large black shadows of mountains appeared in front of them as they crested the next dune. As Jacob looked around, he noticed the faint flickers of light getting closer. The light just barely revealed what looked like columns carved into rock.
"Wait a minute," He muttered, inching forward and peering into the darkness. "I recognize that stone work."
Sara said nothing, merely tapped a few controls to initiate the landing sequence. After about a meter, the jumpship groaned to a halt and landed with a shudder.
"You're taking me to Nanda Parbat." he stated, turning to look at Sara, her face slightly tense.
"Well go on foot from here," she answered flatly, undoing her restraints, standing up and brushing past him. She reached forwards and opened the entry hatch, letting it slowly descend to the sand.
"Sara," he called, looking at her confused.
"Just follow me, keep your mouth shut and let me do the talking." She muttered, exiting the ship.
He frowned but followed her, taking a second for his eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness. She tapped an outer panel on this ship causing the door to raise back up and shut as he peered around. The only thing he could see were dunes and rock outcroppings. He turned around to look at the ship and watched as it slowly began to disappear.
"This way," Sara grunted, heading towards the flickering lights.
Jacob quietly followed, looking around him as they walked. The moon barely peaked out through the heavy cloud cover above them, giving the dark night just a tiny glimmer of light. They walked in relative silence for a few minutes, the only sound the sand hissing over their boots. Out of nowhere, Sara suddenly stopped causing Jacob to almost run into her.
"Sara what…" he started, grabbing her shoulders so he didn't knock her over.
"Shut up," she hissed, slowly looking around them. "Don't move and don't say a word, got it?"
He nodded but in the darkness wasn't sure if she had seen it. He felt her move away, taking a step forward before she stopped again.
"Aismi Ta-er Al-sahfer 'abhath ean jumhur Nyssa Al-Ghul." she sudden called out, voice almost being absorbed by the sands. (اسمي تاهافر الساهر ، أسعى إلى مقابلة مع نيس ال
"We know who you are," Came a heavily accented voice from behind them on Jacobs right. "The Mother will be happy to see you."
Shadows began to swirl and move around them both, Jacob could occasionally see the moonlight reflect off their attire. He tried to peer into the darkness and see how many there were, but it was like they had melded with the shadows. The man voice who spoke out, said something in the same language Sara had used but Jacob was unable to translate it. Sara responded back and without warning, Jacob felt clothing behind shoved over his head. He opened his mouth to say something but was shoved forwards quickly, effectively cutting him off.