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Porthos stumbled through the door, his face rather red and a smell of booze surrounding him. Athos and D'Artagnan looked up at him from their positions at the table end nearest the door, watching him in shock before bolting up to lead him to a seat. Chris swayed through the doorway (after walking into the walls on either side) and collapsed on the floor at Shawnee's feet.
She just looked down at him, blinking before giving an unconcerned shrug and sat down. Jordan and Aramis had yet to return. Brenna gave her a dissapproving glare before attempting to heave Chris, by herself, into a nearby chair. When she had no such luck, she dropped him unceremoniously on the floor once more and shouted down the table.
"Can I get a little help here? I don't think he's going to get up on his own..." Athos paused in the middle of the conversation before helping her lift him into a chair and leaving her to try and position him right so he'd stay there.
Porthos gazed through wine glazed eyes, trying to stay awake. D'Artagnan shot a look down the table at the two girls but noticing that they were not paying them any attention, began to talk in hurried whispers.
"Did you get anything out of him about these kids?" Porthos seemed to sober up in seconds, a knowledgable spark in his eye. He gave the musketeer captain a triumphant smile.
"You won't believe what that boy told me once he drank enough wine!" All of a sudden, Aramis walked through the door with Jordan in tow. Aramis stopped just inside the door, forcing Jordan to try and squeeze past him and make his way to the other side. Porthos beamed heartily and clapped him roughly on the arm, since he could reach him from the chair he was in.
"You're just in time! I was going to tell what I'd found out!" Shawnee tensed in her chair and chose to stand and move over to window close to the musketeers, trying to watch the people in the street as nonchalantly as possible. The men didn't seem to notice.
"Well, the boy said something about the place they come from called "London, Ontario" in a country called "Canada." I have no idea where he was talking about but I did find out that they are from..." He paused here to see the other three men leaning forward, making sure they didn't miss a word of what he had to say. Shawnee shifted closer to them, straining her ears hopefully.
"The future!" Porthos exclaimed, throwing his hands out wide. The others felt their eyes widen in shock and a thick silence fell. However it was broken a few seconds later by a loud piercing shriek of surprise and rage from behind them.
"What?!" They whirled around to see Shawnee still behind them, her face flsuhed in her rage, blue eyes seeming to darken behind the strange glass things in front of them. She spun on her heel, snatched up a metal water pitcher on a table as she passed it and all but stormed over to Chris. Brenna looked at her in shock. Shawnee gave her a dark look.
"Move. Now." Brenna didn't even blink. She stood and shifted out of the way quickly and went over to stand by Jordan, who had been watching the scene from an obscure corner. She gave a low growl before upending the pitcher of water right over Chris's head. He jolted awake and slammed the crown of his head into the metal pitcher. He gave a loud curse, covering the top of his head with his hands.
"Chris!" Shawnee screamed at him, her voice at a heightened pitch in her rage. He winced and looked up at her furious face. Brenna tiptoed over nervously. She tapped the enraged female on the shoulder.
"Shawnee, just what is going on?" Shawnee took a deep breath and began to answer, but she never took her eyes off Chris.
"This stupid idiot went and got drunk and just blabbed to Porthos over there where and more importantly when we are from that's what! And I am going to teach the moron a swift lesson!" She finished turning to look at her friend. While she was preoccupied, Chris had sobered up incredibly quickly after the knock on the head and had taken off out the door. Jordan cut off Brenna before she could speak.
"If you want to kill him so badly, you might want to try and catch up with him. He's kind of heading up the street." Shawnee shoved Jordan out the way so she could look out the window before sprinting out the door after him, despite her hefty frame. Brenna slouched over in defeat before walking out the door.
"I better go bring them back before she really does kill him." The musketeers watched in silence as she walked out the door and down the steps, leaving Jordan behind all alone. They turned to look at each other.
" That was the... oddest thing I have ever seen..." Aramis muttered in a low tone. The others nodded in sincere agreement. Jordan shook his head and looked at the musketeers.
"If you think that's odd, just wait. You're stuck with us for a while so who knows what'll happen?" Brenna came back in, her face slick with sweat, dragging Shawnee by the sleeve. She took heaving breaths through her nose before ripping her sleeve from Brenna's now loosened fingers. She narrowed her eyes into vicious slits as Chris stumbled through the door, red faced and panting after the excessive consumption of wine and the forced run. She growled at him furiously "We'll settle this later" before taking a seat. Brenna sat next to her warily, ready to
jump and stop her from pouncing at Chris and throttling him. Jordan couldn't help but break into an amused smile. The musketeers glanced at each other briefly before Aramis posed a question.
"Are you finished with your childish behaviour or would you care to continue?" Shawnee sent him an obscene gesture which caused all of them gasp in shock at a woman of all people doing such a thing. Brenna snapped at her "Shawnee, control yourself! Sit there and shut up!" and Shawnee gave her a blank, almost sleepy look before crossing her arms and leaned her head back to look at the ceiling.
Athos sighed and pushed forward with another question. "Is what Porthos said true?" They all looked hopefully at Brenna who in turn looked at Shawnee. When she saw no reaction, she nodded with a frown.
"Yes we are. And until we figure out how exactly we got here, we can't go home." D'Artagnan gave her a puzzled frown.
"You say you are from another time. Your speech does not resemble that of any province in France. But if you are not French, then how do you understand us?" Brenna's face became blank and she looked to the other three for help. Shawnee didn't stop looking at the ceiling but began to speak.
"Probably because when I was dumb enough to touch that stupid sword that brought us here, it allowed us to be able to speak and understand French perfectly. In short, let's just say magic is the cause." The captain nodded in acceptance. Then they all went silent once more for a few moments before Aramis chose to break it.
"Well, if you are to stay here, we must change your styles of dress. You do stand out far too much with those... clothes of yours and they must be disposed of. For you boys, we should be able to put together some old clothes from our wardrobes but as for you girls..." He stopped, unable to think of anything. D'Artagnan's eyes widened.
"I think I know a way to get some suitable dresses for these two. Granted, they will possibly have to be tended to by a tailor but at least they will have something." At the word 'dresses', Shawnee jolted in her seat.
"I absolutely REFUSE to wear a dress of any sort! No way. Not going to happen!" She protested vehemently. Athos shook his head.
"Girl, I am afraid you do not have much of a choice. There isn't really another option other than you dressing like a guy..." His voice trailed off when he saw the gleam in her eyes and the smirk on her lips. He looked to Aramis hopelessly. Aramis frowned.
"I suppose we can try to find something for you two so that, should you want to wear something other than dresses, you can change. But in exchange, you two have to at least wear a dress three times whilst you are here." Brenna raised her eyebrows and looked at Shawnee hopefully. She gave her a frosty glare, absolutely hating the idea, but nodded as it seemed to be the only option. They knew nothing of this time. They had to play by their rules.
Well that turned out rather well... Unless you want to count the part about the dresses.
Oh it isn't that bad! You have to wear it 3 times, so too bad so sad. You have to wear them whether you like it or not!
But that is not the point! The point is that the chapter is complete! And yet, so very short... Let's just hope I get a creative kick in the pants soon enough. Also, please continue to send in your reviews and there is now a poll on my profile to go with this story. Please check it out!