AN: This one is for Jenny who got up at an ungodly time this morning. Hope you sleep well tonight. Also I have no clue if rope restraint for cattle and sheep would work on a human, but in this story it does.

The sheep rope restraint, which was the method Nicky chose, was simple and something we had learned our first year of vet school. Simply put you took a piece of rope that was tied in a circle and place part of the loop behind the knees. You then pulled the section between the two back legs towards the head of the animal or in this case person; this will tighten the rope around the legs. The section you are pulling towards the head lifts over the head to sit on the neck. As an extra precaution Nicky tied together the front hands and the legs.

I on the other hand chose the hog tying technique, which was common in rodeos back home. This technique involved tying the back feet together with one of the front legs. Usually it was done on the front side of the animal, but since I was doing this on a human I decided to do it on the backside, so my attacker was lying on his chest. I then took another piece of the rope and tied his free hand across his chest and around to the restraint on his back.

"Do you think these will hold," I asked as Nicky and I started to set up camp. It was getting to be dusk and we had decided it was better for us to know where our attackers were and keep them in eye site than to run towards the nearest town, which by Nicky's calculations was 5 miles away, and possibly have them escape and sneak up on us while walking in the dark.

"Probably, we were the best in our groups during restraint day, but there is the possibility that one will get loose," she stated as she started the fire.

"I think we should set up a watch through the night then."

"Good idea."

At that moment I heard a grumble come from one of the lumps on the other side of the fire. I stood up from where I was setting up our sleeping bags. It was the dark haired brunette.

"Ah fuckin' Christ what the bloody hell happened?" He rolled around a bit as his senses started to work again. He tried to get up and that is when he noticed he was tied up. "Who the hell did this? I'll kill yah."

"Damn that sexy Scottish accent. If he hadn't tried to murder me than I'd be all about a piece of that," I thought. Walking over towards him I replied, "I did, but I wouldn't try to kill me. You already tried and failed horribly. Don't you remember?" He looked me over.

"The frying pan," he said in the most disdainful voice.

"Yep that would be me."

All the sudden his face changed from rage to panic. "Where's Rhett? What did you do to him? If you…"

"Killed him you'd kill us," Nicky chimed in. "Don't worry he is no worse than you. Look to your left see he is right there. Breathing just fine. Man this one is a wee bit dramatic don't you think Cat?"

"DRAMATIC," he stammered, "YOU ATTACKED US WITH A COOKING PAN!"

"Attacked you? I believe you had a rifle pointed at us and then proceeded to chase us," I stammered back at him.

"Aye, only cause you're English women in men's clothing in the Scottish highlands during these turbulent times." At that moment three things happened at once.

"Stop yelling, Iwan my head is killing me," grumbled the one called Rhett who was finally waking.

"What turbulent times," Nicky asked.

"I'm not English, but she is well partly," I stated frankly.

"Rhett are you okay," he asked his mate completely ignoring us.

"Yeah what in Christ's name happened to us," he asked, but then he thought about it, "Those women." He looked towards us hate written all over his face. "Witches," he muttered.

"What," Nicky exclaimed.

"You heard me you are Sassenach witches."

"What time period is this, 1700s?"

"Aye to be exact it is the 5th of April in the year of our lord 1745," replied Iwan.

Nicky and I looked at each other. I suggested we had a private chat away from the Scottish men who thought we were in 1745.

"Do you believe him," I asked her.

"I don't know. I mean it is impossible to time travel right?"

"Unless the stones…but that's just a legend from a fictional book."

"Well I haven't had cell service since we passed out at the stones. And I haven't heard or seen any cars or airplanes and according to the map there should be a road right on the other side of the river down there."

"Fuck."

"Don't panic."

"Yoga breathes."

"Really yoga breathes Cat."

"Yes it calms me."

We looked towards the two men. They seemed to be talking and accessing the situation like us. Quickly we decided to sleep on the matter of what to do with them and whether we were or weren't in 1745. Nicky took the first watch, so after a quick dinner of beef jerky, granola bars, and water, I brushed my teeth, answered natures call behind a bush, and curled up in my sleeping bag. "I'll wake you when it is your turn Cat." I nodded as I fell into a deep slumber.

The moon was high when Nicky woke me. It must have been 1 am at least. She murmured a good luck and then quickly went fell asleep. I didn't do much in those hours. The two men seemed to be fast asleep. I mostly just read a book I had brought with me next to the fire. It was probably 4 am when the fatigue hit hard. The book started to slip out of my hands as I started to stare at the fire. I glanced one more time at the men still fast asleep and decided it would be okay if I rested my head for a bit. It took me one second to fall fast asleep.

I woke up to the sound of feet moving around the fire. I opened my eyes slowly looking around me. I saw Nicky sitting next to the fire, but her hands and feet were tied up. "Wait, why are her hands and feet bound," I thought, "shit." I tried pulling my hands and feet away from each other, but to no avail.

"Aw look the other lassie is finally awake. Enjoy your sleep," asked Iwan.

"How," I replied.

"Well they were pretending to be asleep so that when you passed out they just shimmed their way to the fire and were able to burn the ropes off. By the way I blame you for this one," Nicky exclaimed looking royally peeved at me.