Katherine's closed lids fluttered open slowly in the late hours of the Friday morning as she gently pulled herself up from the wooden table with a small groan, squinting at the bright light through the kitchen windows. She looked down at the leather watch around her wrist, seeing that the time was [b]10:34[/b] before getting up from the table, looking down at herself with disgust and making her way back into her bedroom, seeing that Allan was still sound asleep. Allan hadn't moved in the night, he was still lying almost lifelessly sill but looked so peaceful as he slept, Katherine placed a hand to his forehead, making sure he didn't spike a fever. She had no clue what she was going to do with the homeless man in her bed when he was up and healthy, she didn't even know the full crazy story yet.
Believing that Allan would be okay asleep, Katherine made her way to the bathroom where she stripped off all of her clothes including her stockings so that she could have a long refreshing bath to get rid of the retched smell of Allan's blood and so she could to her errands refreshed. The milky white woman laid down in the bath, letting the water over take her slim, 5"4 long body along with the bubbles, thinking about last night's events, and how she had saved someone's life. This reminded her about her father calling in today to check up on her sudden guest, and she took a mental note of calling Lucy back later.
Katherine emerged from underneath the water, spitting out the water from her naturally red lipped mouth, pushing her wet locks out the way of her doe like eyes, and pulled herself up from the tub, droplets of water dripping down her 40DD sized cleavage. She headed out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around her, and she went into her bedroom to quickly grab her clothes for the day and went and got changed in the guest bedroom that Allan was going to move to later on.
Katherine took the thin, short sleeved, dandelion blouse and slid it around her torso and buttoned it up until the top three, leaving her white lace bra slightly exposed along with her cleavage, and then shimmed into the tight black jeans that she zipped up and tucked in her blouse. Heels with small bows accompanied her outfit, along with a lion face necklace and earrings, she would leave her face clean of make up until later on when going to work. Once she had finished getting changed, she went to the washing machine and dryer to grab Allan's clothes to fold and leave beside her bed along with his ragged old shoes.
As she began to tidy up, Katherine heard her front door being hammered on loudly, making her cock an eyebrow, shut her bedroom door and head down the hallway to peek through the eyehole in the door, seeing a rather frantic Lucy standing on the other side. '[i]So much for calling her later,[/i]' Katherine opened the door quickly, allowing Lucy to tackle her friend down into a hug, her waist length blonde hair almost choking the brunette as it got into her face and mouth.
"You bitch!" Lucy cried, getting off of Katherine and pulling her up from the floor, and hugging her tightly. "I thought you were murdered; never leave me with cryptic last words again!" Lucy was tall, around 5"8 and towering her best friend as she gave her the Hug of Death and was sobbing dramatically into her shoulder.
"Hey, I'm fine okay," Katherine pulled away from her, giving her a comforting kiss on the cheek and Lucy looked at her strangely to see that Katherine looked rather pale, and a little startled. "I need to show you something," She took Lucy's hand and pulled her towards the bedroom.
"Who was at the door last night Kathy, you haven't taken him hostage have you?" The blonde cowered, the shorter woman opening the door to her chambers and Lucy poked her head through first, noticing the man lying down in her bed, naked apart from his cotton shorts, and her eyes widened at the sight.
"More like medieval homeless," Katherine whispered, the two women going into the bedroom and she went over to check him again, seeing that his bandages were bloodied.
"I'm guessing this is the body that fell down the trash chute?" Lucy questioned, walking around to the opposite side of Katherine, Allan in between them sleeping soundly.
"He was shot, with these," Katherine leaned over to the floor and picked up the two homemade arrows, handing them over to Lucy. She and her twin brother Tate worked at an old village temple for annual medieval days, so she was one of the right people to go to about the arrows found in Allan's back. "Mumbling something about a Sheriff, Robin and a forest, so I'm pretty sure he was a crazed homeless,"
"Too hot to be a homeless," Lucy smirked, checking out Allan's fresh face. "Will he be okay?"
"I hope so, I mean you should have seen me, I saved his life," Katherine grinned away in awe, actually proud of herself for doing something worthy.
"What I want to know is how did he get up all of those stairs just to come to this apartment, why didn't he go to one on the ground floor, or call for help?" Lucy came out with all the questions, making Katherine shrug, unable to give her answers.
"His clothes looked dated to the 12th century or something, maybe he's Amish? A very disorientated Amish, because I'm pretty sure we don't have a Sheriff around these parts," Katherine put on a southern accent, the two giggling and Allan began to shift lightly in his bed.
"[i]No…please…I don't know anything please![/i]" Allan cried softly in his sleep, whimpering and gasping which made Katherine and Lucy pull away from his aid and watch him as he had his continuing nightmares.
"We need to wake him up-"
"We can't," Katherine shook her head, cutting Lucy off and pulling her away from the shaking Allan. "If he's having a nightmare and wakes up with two strangers, he'll panic and injure himself more," She explained, hearing Allan's whimper quieten slightly.
"That's just cruel Kathy," Lucy muttered and Katherine ordered her to grab a wet cloth from the bathroom, which she reluctantly did quickly, and Katherine took the cloth to wipe away the trickling sweat from Allan's forehead.
"He'll be okay, as long as he doesn't move around too much," She concurred and rested the cloth on his forehead and he began to rest easily. "I need you to do me a favour, please,"
"Go on…" Lucy squinted suspiciously.
"Could you stay here with Allan this afternoon while I go to the bar and reschedule my shifts for a few weeks? I've got to look after Allan until he's well enough to make sense and tell me the whole story, no matter what sort of Amish shit he comes out with," Katherine informed her and the blonde sighed, looking down at the wounded man.
"What if he wakes up and tries to kill me?"
"He's not a serial-argh!" Katherine exclaimed, throwing up her hands in frustration to Lucy's comments. "Please Luce, and if he does wake up just make sure he isn't in pain and explain to him that I'll be back in an hour to help him more. Just an hour Lucifer c'mon," She looked at her with a bored look, but Katherine gave her the emerald doe eyes and Lucy gave in with a smile.
"Alright, I'll look after him, but, you need to go on a date with Tom," She countered back and Katherine sighed, resting her hands on her tight fitting jeans and looking at Lucy with a look that said 'anything but that'. She had been on so many dates with Cas's friends and all of them were just the wrong type, they didn't listen, they didn't have anything interesting to say and they didn't have demons that she could back. Katherine needed somebody like her, someone with secrets people wouldn't believe and could always be there.
"Fine, but it's not going to end well," She caved with another sigh, Lucy fist pumping the air with a wide grin.
"Alright, I'll go and call Tom, set up a date for tomorrow," Lucy squealed with delight and ran off into the white and green living room to call Cas and set up for their double date. Katherine adjusted the sheets around Allan, making sure he was comfortable before leaving the bedroom and going to the living room. She sat down on the white leather couch, watching Lucy pace around the glass coffee table in front of them with the phone to her ear, talking to Tom Felcone. "Yeah, she is really excited to meet you, yeah we were thinking for going for drinks tomorrow night if you're free. Yeah the Red Angel, okay, see you tomorrow," Lucy hung up on Tom and turned around to Katherine, smiling wide. "You've got a date for tomorrow night!"
"Brilliant," The brunette forced a smile and began to play with the bottom of her blouse nervously. The first date that she's had within five years was going to be a disaster, minoring the other disaster set ups.
The astounding burning sensation pulled Allan A Dale from his deep sleep late in the afternoon that same Friday, he felt prodding around the two wounds in his back and he squirmed around in discomfort, but wouldn't dare open his eyes upon hearing two young female voices, along with an older male's.
"So, is the crazy homeless guy okay?" One said, sounding rather Northern had questioned humorously. "He did nothing but squirm while I was here,"
"You make everybody squirm," Another commented quietly, lighter. "Did I do okay?"
"You did a very good job Cherie; tell me again why you didn't go to medical school?" The man, who sounded in his fifties and had a strong French accent, made his question towards the woman as Allan could feel the pressure on his stinging back simmer slightly.
"I went to college for a reason and that was to be a photographer," The woman answered back, her accent lessened and was more English.
"A photographer who works in a bar, how quaint…"
"I don't need this Father, just tell me if he'll be okay," Allan continued to pretend that he was asleep, listening into the conversation that was now directed towards him. He couldn't remember what happened, how he was with these two people, but the only fragments he had was running through Sherwood, away from the Sheriff.
"He's going to be fine, you can put him in a shelter in a few days-"
"[i]Allan[/i], isn't going into a shelter," The girl was quick to protest.
"You're not going to let him stay here,"
"This is my home and I shall decide what will happen to him, he's wounded and disorientated. He needs stability before [i]he[/i] decides what [i]he[/i] wants to do," She sounded angry, and Allan could hear heavy footsteps storm out of the room and what sounded like a door slamming shut.
"I thought you and your dad were cool now," The Northerner commented.
"It's more complicated than that, why do you think I don't want to do all of this?" The other replied with an agitated sigh, soon saying goodbye to her friend and Allan heard the door shut again. "Seven years and he is still trying to control my life," Now she was muttering, and it was clearer as she came back into the room that he was lying in, Allan took the opportunity to open his eyes slowly, squinting so the bright ceiling light wouldn't blind him as much as he thought it was doing. "You're awake," Allan blinked a few times before seeing everything a little clearer, everything that he had never seen before. He found himself lying on a mattress on a metal framed bed, not dead on the forest floor and he looked around at the wardrobe, desk and chest of drawers, things he had seen before but the things on them quizzed him beyond his mind. His sapphire eyes went back to the woman in the room, her doe-like eyes were full of concern for him as she sat at the edge of the bed, her oddly coloured hair had been pinned up stressfully away from her face, and she gave him a small pastel smile.
"I er…don't remember-" Allan found himself mumbling, trying to sit up but strained in pain and she quickly pressed her cold hands on his heated, bare shoulders. He realized that he was almost naked, but had a silk sheet covering his lower body. "Kathleen?" He questioned, thinking he may have remembered her name.
"Katherine," 'Katherine' laughed lightly and looked at him with her big green eyes. "How do you feel?"
"Like a horse trampled on me," Allan chuckled, using a hand to run through his damp, matted hair, tangling against his fingers.
"That's never good," Katherine replied nervously, slightly believing he may have heard what happened between her father, her and Lucy. "You were shot last night, with two arrows, you lost a bit of blood but thankfully I was in time to save your life. You were out like a light," Katherine stated, Allan raising an eyebrow at her words and watched her get up from the bed and head over to her clear white desk and picking up the two arrows from the top of her laptop. He watched intently. She headed back over, handing him the arrows and Allan looked down at them in his hands, narrowing his eyes to see that they had blood almost half way up the wood.
"I've never seen any of this before, are you a noble?" The Robin Hood member asked her and Katherine cocked an eyebrow. "It's all…very advanced," Allan gestured to her things in the room, the laptop on the desk, her camera equipment and the lights.
"I knew you were an Amish, Lucy simply thought you were a homeless," Katherine smiled proudly and Allan gawped at the nonsense he was hearing, but continued to speak and ask questions.
"How long was I unconscious for?"
"Since last night, you were pretty messed up. But you're awake today, and today is the 29th July 2013," Katherine informed him with a bright smile, showing off her pearly whites, but Allan almost double took at what she said. "Now you're awake we'll see if I can change those bandages, I fear you may of ripped the stitching when you were asleep, I persuaded Father that I could-"
"What year?" Allan questioned and Katherine raised her eyebrows.
"Blimey were you drinking last night too?" She giggled, but simmered when she saw the serious look on Allan's face.
"I was in 1194, I was running in Sherwood forest away from the Sheriff, I had to warn Robin, even though he thought I was a traitor…" Allan trailed off and Katherine sighed, putting her head in her hands at the words coming out of his mouth, basically the same ones from last night. "Where am I? I remember, I was in Sherwood and then I was outside a white door, and now I've woken here in your home, in a [i]noble[/i]'s home a that-" He began to ramble away frantically, Katherine having to shut him up by pressing a hand to his mouth and a finger to her lips.
"Calm down Allan before you put yourself in more pain," She warned and a few moments later he let out a sigh from his nose and Katherine pulled her hand away. "I have no idea what you're on about, but let me change your bandages, let me clean your wounds and have something to eat and then you can tell me okay? You can trust me," Allan slowly nodded, already trusting the woman who willingly took him into her home instead of leaving him out there to die.