A/N: I revised the last chapter of my story so it is better… I guess. I don't know the story doesn't get really good until around Brennenburg and I didn't want the "Girl" and Daniel to really interact until Daniel got a hold of the orb. This will finally give light to my OC and in my opinion is the real start to the story.

P.S. Thankyou for the reviews and watches I know amnesia stories aren't very popular and the only ones I have seen that were are the Daniel/Alexander ones. XP To get some reviews is awesome and really motivates.


Chapter 4: Let the water creep over your face…

Night had fallen since Daniel was pulled from the dark tomb. The whole experience had left him in shambles; he had spent most of his time either resting or retelling all the events of the tomb and the magical orb to his compatriot, Herbert, who had listened with great enthusiasm.

"Remarkable," the elder said taking puffs from the ivory pipe usually snug in his pocket. He spoke low enough that Daniel couldn't hear. "So then the tales were true…"

Herbert shifted and looked towards the supposed "cabin boy" and then back at Daniel. "So, who is your little friend, this con artist?"

The women shifted uncomfortable in her spot. Even the slight tinge of humor in Herbert's voice was unsettling to the young woman. Daniel could see she would like nothing more than to hide in a hole. Since she had blown her cover in aiding his rescue she was all but thrown by the men into Daniel and Herbert's tent by men who blamed her for their misfortune in the tombs. Daniel knew it to be nothing but superstitious nonsense.

"My name isn't very important; I already know you'll send me off soon enough."

"And what makes you say that, dear girl?" Herbert stood by acting calm and complacent hoping that would help settle the female's nerves. She wasn't in any immediate danger, if anything he was quite curious as to how she survive so long on the ship and not get caught.

"I'm a liability now am I not?" The blonde said tenting her brows at the scholar as his pupil watched them both with curiosity.

"A liability? No, not a liability, a liar, yes, but a liability is far from the truth. What would even make you think that?" Herbert chuckled a bit as he studied the girl.

Herbert spoke up again, "No, I am very glad you were here. I don't believe any of my men would have done what you… ah, did." He coughed a bit and Daniel felt a thick pulsing heat tinge his cheeks. "That is the reason I wish to know your name."

"Yes," Daniel butted in his voice holding more excitement as the two people looked at him as though they were just now noticing he was there. "I would very much like to know your name, and what you're doing here in the first place."

There was a brief pause as the girl looked back and forth amongst the two men, "My name is Alice, Alice Flowers. I am from a small town far away from London where my father owned a farm. My family became destitute and I was forced to come to the city. However I found it very hard to find any job as I had no skills suited for city life."

She turned and looked at Daniel with an expression that he couldn't place. If anything it seemed somewhere between desperation and gratitude. "Not many city folk are generally kind, I was on the brink of starving to death. I had heard about an expedition overseas in Algeria; I knew I could at least make coin and have a decent place to sleep, even if it was on the ocean. So I dressed up in the last outfit I had that was tolerable and posed as a boy. I know it was wrong and even stupid but please, you have to understand I was desperate."

Herbert lifted his hand as if to silence her. "Shhh, that's more than enough. You say you want to make a bit of money am I correct."

The girl shook her head but eyed him curiously.

"This is Daniel," Herbert said pointing his student out to the young women. "He can be a bit scatter brained at times…"

"Excuse me?" Daniel interjected clearly taking offense. Herbert couldn't help but laugh warmly.

"He can be very bright when he needs to be, he grew up in London just like you and offered to work for the British Museum and aid me in my discovery. However, now I believe it is time for him to return home."

"EXCUSE ME?" Daniel said again this time sitting up from his cot, which now sat a few feet from the side of the tent.

"You heard me Daniel, You have done enough. Now both this young women and yourself are going back to London. The Museum needs to hear of our discovery."

"But Herbert, whatever lies in that chamber!"

"I know, I know, You'll go down in the books Daniel, we all will. You nearly died in your efforts and when we return after finding your orb you will be the first name to go down in the books as its discoverer." Hebert walked over placing his hands on Daniels should to ease the Brunette. "But this little mishap has stressed you out. I don't want you overburdened, go back to London, we will return to the tomb tomorrow as you leave for London and soon we will meet again to tell all the boys of our adventures."

"Fine," Daniel resigned. He was too exhausted to put up much more of a fight.

"Good," Herbert released Daniel and made his way over to the desk grabbing a piece of parchment and scribbling something before folding it and sealing it. "You, my dear Alyss, will take this to a man named Tom Bradley, a good fellow at the Museum in London. Daniel knows him and will show you where to find him, right Daniel?"

"Yes sir," Daniel replied as he perched once again and the stiff cot.

"He is in charge of the money used for financing this expedition. You'll receive all your payments from him plus a little sum extra for your hard work." Handing her the letter he made his way outside the tent. "I believe it would be best if you stayed here tonight. I will go and fetch your things in the meantime, why don't you become better acquainted with each other."

Minutes rolled by before anyone had said anything; Alice turned to Daniel he watched as she stood nervously fidgeting in place. She seemed so different from the cold girl he had seen in the pub, her hair though a bit dull at the ends was still very fine but didn't look as dull. Her clothes were an improvement but looked salted from working in the hot sun. Her nosed held a slight tinge of pink as well as her cheeks which seemed to bloom light freckles. She seemed to have filled out, not by much, but the gauntness in her cheeks was barely visible now.

"Your name is Alice?" The girl looked at him in the eyes and he once again noticed the striking silvery blues her eyes held, he had to admit they were somewhat stunning. "My name is Daniel."

"Yes, I believe your friend Hebert told me that."

"You may not remember me but I believe we may have even met in a seaside inn not long before the ship set sail for our expedition."

"Yes, you were the mumbling stranger with the squeamish appetite."

"I was… what?" His eyes shot open as he regarded her remark.

"You were the one who kept complaining about the way I ate like some ninny as he ate with the mannerisms of some aristocratic noblewoman."

Maybe her personality wasn't so different from the last time he met her.

"Now see here!" He said swiftly standing again making himself dizzy as his rump collided with the cot making it squeak with the collision of his posterior.

"Don't take offense, it's obvious that you eat beautifully but I prefer to not take so much time, it's rather pointless."

"That's not what I…"

"And further more I was grateful."

There was a pause as Daniel calmed down.

"I still am grateful."

"I should be the one that's grateful," this time making sure to rise slowly he stood and walked over to the women. "Alice, thank you for your…" he blushed again as he thought of her "heroism."

"It was nothing; I grew up in a small town by a river. When we were children my brothers and sisters all learned to swim and how to save drowning men. You just sort of reminded me of one of those men, it was just like a reflex."

"Well regardless you have my gratitude." He held out his hand alice eyed it for a moment before extending her own into a firm handshake.

"You're welcome Daniel."


They had ridden with two of the natives all the way back to the coast. A small trading ship promised gladly to let them aboard as they made their way back to London. The small ship was to be loaded with the goods and spices they had aquired in Egypt.

"What do you think they get for this kind of stuff?" Alice asked eyeing the many strange leaves and herbs as they were loaded onto the ship.

"Surely a good sum, I heard that such items could fetch very heavy prices with the wealthy." Daniel said as he watched with the same mild curiosity.

"Is that so? Maybe I could sell spices, become a trader like this man."

"You, a seafaring trader," Daniel scoffed at the idea of the thin blonde ordering hulking men around and sailing back and forth from country to country. "You would have to have enough money to not only buy your own ship but pay for your own crew. Most of these trading boats only get a sum of what these cargos are worth and are usually owned by large trading companies. Besides I don't think they would want to hire a female captain, it's bad luck to have woman on board a ship."

Alice huffed and jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow. "It was just a thought you know." They continued gazing at the busy dock workers and sailors as everyone scurried about to their places. "I could open a flower shop?"

"Maybe, but usually in those businesses you have to have some kind of ties with nobility. Not many of the underclass citizens go out and buy fancy flowers from a shop when so many flower girls roam the streets with their cheap bushels.

"Then what kind of job would you suggest I get?"

"Whatever suites you," he replied as he watched her irritation grow.

"Nothing suites me." She said looking at him stern-faced.

"Then nothing you shall be."

"I am being serious."

"And so am I. What are you good at?"

"I don't know?" She said flatly, her mind went through her thoughts as she looked back through her life. "I can raise kids, keep a clean house, I can cook basic foods but nothing lavish, I can sew but not enough to be seamstress, I can read but I never went to school, I am not very good at writing. There isn't much I can do."

"Maybe you should be a wet nurse." His voice was sympathetic but genuine. "From what I have seen if you take care of your appearance and present yourself nicely then any wealthy family will hire you. Or perhaps if you gained some more weight you could find yourself a good husband." He winced at his last remark knowing she would surely take offense however when he looked to the side he noticed the glum expression on her face.

"Maybe, but… I can't help but feel there is something more. I mean how exciting can it be to look after someone's spoiled children or living as a middle class wife raising my own children while my husband is away and I am left at home." As the last of the cargo was placed on the ship they made no immediate effort to move.

"Maybe you could work in a candy shop; they love to hire pretty young girls." He said as a last ditch effort to cheer her up.

"Candy shop?" Noticing her perk up a bit he smiled.

"Yes, they sell all kinds of sweets, maple candies, jellies, pastries, taffies, chocolates."

"Chocolate?" She asked all her previous gloom forgotten.

"Yes," he said his voice becoming more excited. "It's very popular and many people love them. Men often buy it for ladies of interest."

"You mean like loved ones."

"Yes, but often as a romantic gesture. Woman go gaga for it."

She smiled warmly as though she was very excited by the idea. Daniel felt a great sense of relief flood him leaving him warm. Something felt very good in making this girl smile.

"A candy shop," she repeated more to herself then him as though testing the idea. "I like that; it sounds like it would be fun."


Much of their time was spent discussing politics, aristocracy and their lives. Though Daniel had left much about himself unknown Alice had told him much of her life in the country. Adventures of her youth that were spent in the thick almost magical forests, fields, and the crumbling forts her and her siblings would sometimes make from old abandoned houses. Her father had been a farmer and her mother had been a housekeeper watching three girls including herself and five straping boys.

"That many siblings?" Daniel gawked, he had only had one sibling; he never liked to discuss her much due to her untimely death. Furthermore he never liked to even think of his father. "How did you all survive?"

She laughed at his wide eyed stare "we made do, we made sure to never be wasteful. We helped and did odd jobs, just really anything to get by. What about you?"

"It's not interesting," he stated.

"Go ahead I mean you must have some family."

"I'd rather not talk about them," the sharp edge in his voice told her volumes. He obviously had no desire to talk about it.

"I'm sorry," the hurt in her voice made Daniel want to slap himself; he really could be quite foolish when he wanted to be.

"No, I just don't get along with my father, my mother and sister are both dead. It's just not a thing I like to dwell on."

He couldn't help the instinctive desire to hide. The sympathetic looks she was giving him almost felt like mockery, he wondered what it must be like to feel pity for someone such as him.

"I-I'm sorry."

"It's fine."


By the time they had arrived back in England it didn't take long to get in touch with the Curator and soon get Alice a little slip to take to the bank. Though their time had been short he had been most gracious to at least have some form of company.

"So?" Alice said before they parted ways. "I guess this is it." Extending her hand, Daniel took it firmly and both said their goodbyes. However not even two steps were made before Daniel swung around and grabbed Alice by the shoulder.

"Do you have anywhere to stay?"

"No," she sat tenting her brows with curiosity.


A/N: And I cut it off here. XP I like this Chapter so much more then the last one that only made me feel like a bad writer but I just wasn't into that one as much. The story will gradually get better so continue to bear with me please.

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