SOMEWHERE IN TIME

by jdc0630

Bella, an Anthropology Researcher, stumbles across an artifact in a very unusual way. Something pulls her to it...something she has never experienced before...something that ends up consuming her nights and days. ...full summary inside!

5. Chapter 5

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CHAPTER 5

A SKETCH, MORE DREAMS, AND THE TRIP

I See Your Green Eyes Gleaming

Shining at Me Across the Way

I Read In Them a Secret Meaning

Showing Me You Want Me Too

~ Unknown ~

EPOV

When Edward arrived at the studio, he went to his trailer which was already swamped and surrounded by a bunch of people...unwelcome people at this point.

"You are all going to have to go...now, except for you!" pointing to his assistant, Pam.

She stares back with a confused expression, " Uh Edward, what's the problem this morning ?"

"Well actually, the only problem you have this morning Pam, is to find me a sketch artist. And, I need them like yesterday. So, what are you waiting on? Go find me one, and I'll try too handle whatever they think they're going to throw at me this morning, " I replied a little too gruffly.

"So, can I enquire as too why you are needing a sketch artist?" Pam queries.

"I need them to sketch a picture of a person's face...let's say that it is in my memory, I only caught a quick glimpse of them. So can you please, just find someone that can do that stuff for me, I need them as fast as possible. I don't plan on leaving the studio today until I have that drawing in my possession,"

I sit there with a distant look in my eyes and Pam knows I mean business; she silently nods and sets about her daily schedule.

As I relax a little, I see her beautiful face, long brown hair and those big brown eyes boring into me, as if they are looking down into my very soul. Her eyes' holding so much love, and there's just the slightest smile upon her face, with one lone tear running down her cheek.

God, this woman is driving me crazy. I will have that picture of her before I leave here today. I need a picture...something other than just the images I am carrying around in my mind.

Pam finally comes back and tells me she has found a young artist that would be over later that afternoon.

"So, what else have we got lined up today, Pam," my aggravation beginning to show.

Pam shakes of her head, "You have an interview around 10:00 on the Today show. Then, there is lunch at noon with your agent and the producer of that film that wants' to talk to you about the lead male role. After that, I have tried to clear you some time to meet with this sketch artist, but only for a couple of hours. Then, you have one more interview for Entertainment Tonight, and from there you're free."

I let out a frustrated sigh, "Sometimes I wish I could just go ahead and retire, but I'm a glutton for punishment. Besides, I love this work when I'm actually out there doing the scenes. The rest of this crap, all the promoting, the premieres, and the damn interviews one right after the other; that part I would not miss," I rest my head in my hands."I guess just a quiet vacation would be nice. A break from all of...THIS!"

Later that afternoon, as I am waiting for the sketch artist to arrive at my hotel room, I lay my head back against the couch for a few moments. My eyes close and I try to visualise the best image of this woman from my dreams, and as I start to relax more...there she is...her beautiful long brown hair, brown eyes almost the colour of chocolate, her lips not to full, but just enough to plant a gentle kiss on. I can almost see a slight blush come to her cheeks, and I smile at the memory of her face in my dreams.

A few hours later, and Barbra is finishing putting the final touches to her sketch, as she puts her pencil down, I snatch it out of her hands exclaiming, "This is her, this is the woman, the woman I see. Finally...I can see you right here before my eyes', not just in my dreams."

I know your real, I know you're out there. You have to be more than just a dream, but all I have is a picture of you now. I know that doesn't logically mean your real, but the feelings, and the dreams. They are getting so more vivid, so much more detail, and always your beautiful face smiling back at me. There just has to be some way to prove you are real, out there waiting for me, and I vow... I will find you.

Maybe...I could talk to the security company that works for me, and see if there is some kind of system they can take a sketch and run it through. Hell, even come up with as close a match as they can, and some information. It's worth a shot. You have to be real, I need for you to be real. More than just a dream. I think I'll give them a call, and see what they have to say. Anything is worth a chance and I have to start searching somewhere.

BPOV

After Rose and Alice drop me off home, I thank them for a truly wonderful birthday with them, then trudge myself upstairs. Dropping all my bags on my bed, I slip off my shoes, and walk back into the kitchen, I find something to drink, grab up my purse, and plop down on the couch taking just a moment to reflect and gather my thoughts before reaching inside and recovering the ring I bought.

Actually, I think that it found me today. As if it was there all along waiting for me too discover it. I grasp it in my hand, I the feeling I felt earlier returned, the slight tingling sensation moved across my skin again. I place it on the palm of my hand, the feeling seems to intensify, running right up my arm, and then straight to my heart. It feels as if it is settling in, claiming my emotions and all I can feel is an over-powering...feeling of love and warmth. My eyes close and my head rests back against the couch, and the man in my dreams is there instantly, with his copper hair, his chiselled jaw, long eyelashes, and ...the most beautiful green eyes. He has a slight smile on his lips, just turned up in the corner, and lips that I need to touch. The powerful surge of love I am feeling for him is just consuming me.

What if he is real? What if he is out there waiting for me? How do I find him?

I slip the ring back onto my middle finger, as I do I notice for the first time the etchings on the ring. But, how is that possible...it looks just like the writing in my dream journal. Does it, or could it be linked to that writing? I will show this to Professor Volturi tomorrow, but I know I can't let it go again. It has to stay with me. It is my link to the man of my dreams. The man that I am sure without a doubt in my mind, that I truly love with all my heart...always.

218 A.D.

"Morning, Evelyn. What can I do for you today?" Joseph, the blacksmith enquires looking up from his work.

" Morning Joseph, you know that Anthony asked me to marry him, and I was wondering if I can get you to make me his wedding band?"

"I just want a simple gold band, but I want these markings etched into the band. I also want it to be decorated on the outside of the band. Oh Joseph, please tell me that you can do this for me? I need it to be very special for him."

Joseph takes a look at what she is wanting engraved, and with a nod of his head, "Yes, I can do it. So, when will you need this ready for?"

Evelyn exclaims excitedly, "In two weeks from today. Will it be enough time, Joseph? I mean, you can have it ready for me by then?"

Joseph shakes his head and smiles, "Yes, I'll have it ready in a week's time. Meanwhile, you need to calm down, or you're going to scare poor Anthony away." Joseph chuckled to himself..

On June 30, 218 A.D., Anthony and I were finally married. We thought that this was the start of a long life of togetherness and cheer, little did we know that time had other ideas...

Eight years later Anthony is lying before me...dead. Trampled by horses of our enemies. He was a fine gladiator in the Roman Army. I could not conceive in my mind why he had been taken from me so soon into our lives together, why did they have to take my Anthony away from me? How was I going to survive without him beside us? Continue living on...without him in my life, it seemed an impossible thought and task? But, I had to also think of our son, Micah. He is only seven years old, he will need me even more than ever now. But, I won't be behind you long, my love. I will love you...always. I take his wedding band from his hand and kiss his lips one last time vowing to stay as long as Micah needed me, and then I tie the ring around my neck with a strip of leather. I will love you...forever.

Here I lie, eight years later with a heart that never healed from the day you passed. You would be very proud of our son, Micah. He has gained a seat in the senate. No battlefields for him, and he has found a beautiful young girl that he married. He has turned out to be a wonderful man just like his father.

Anthony, I have given him your wedding ring my love, to pass down to his son, and his, and so on...it will travel through many wonderful journeys. As I am fixing to make my journey to join you, my husband. I have waited so long to be with you again. Now, finally...on to our next life. Then...blackness.

July 2010 ~ BPOV

Sitting straight up in bed, tears flowing down my face...Oh my God, is that where this ring came from? So long ago? Could it be the same ring? Was that her, or was that meant to be me? The man, her husband, Anthony, looked so much like the man from my other dreams. He had the same copper hair, the strong chiselled jaw line, and the most beautiful green eyes. They look so much alike! So, what does this all mean too me? Could that have been him...from another lifetime? Could that have been...us...from another life?

So many questions and not enough answers. There's no way I can get back to sleep with all this rattling around in my mind. But, tomorrow I have definitely got to get some answers from somewhere about all this stuff. It is driving me crazy. I've got to find some more clues or insight to the writing in my journal, the etchings on my ring, and 'if' there is the possibility of past lives. Maybe there is some way they can determine if someone has lived before, and even if that is possible, then just how many lives' have we all lived.

I so need to stop turning this all over in my mind right now. I am only getting myself more confused and anxious. I will try and sleep as I have campus in the morning and I need to do more than just study artifacts. I've got my own artifacts to study, and figure out just exactly what is going on here. I'm beginning to feel as if my dreams are becoming more urgent in their meanings and a feeling of time slipping away from me at a very fast rate...it is very important, that I get some answers tomorrow.

I finally succumb too sleep and see the face of the man I have come to love deeply in my dreams.

EPOV

Finally, I am alone at last. This has been one hell of a day, But, I finally got a drawing of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Now, she is here in my hands, and not only in my dreams.

There has to be some way I can find out if, hell, where she is in this world. I know she really exists and not just in my dreams. I can almost feel her, and the tingling is back yet only stronger. And, why do I feel like I've lost a ring , my ring. I don't wear jewelry except when it is used in a movie. But, I feel like there should be one there. If this keeps up I guess I could borrow one from wardrobe, or go out and buy a simple band? Damn, I could see the headlines from that!

'Edward Masen Caught Shopping for Wedding Rings'.

The press would have a field day with that one, and my agent would be down my throat.

I'll just try to get one from the studio. Tell them I'm trying to get use to wearing one, as I've got to in an upcoming movie. That might work. It's either that, or I could send Daniel or Jacob out to pick me one up. Damn it, I've got to try something to see if it will make the feeling ease up just a little.

What am I thinking! It's just the feeling is so strong, and if I don't do something! It's just going to have to wait until tomorrow. I'll figure something out by the time I get dragged into the studio again. Right now, I think I'm going to go take a quick shower, order something from room service, and call it a night. This has been one hell of a day, and I'm still waiting on them to call me from the security company.

As I start to get ready for bed, I sit down with the sketch, looking at her sweet face and wonder what she is doing right now. Is she lying down trying to go to sleep, and maybe she's thinking of me. Somehow, some way, I will find her, and then there will be no sleeping alone for each of us. We will finally be together.

I prop her picture next to me on the nightstand, and I fall asleep looking at her beautiful face.

BPOV

I'm going to be late; I'm going to be late. Come on people; move on out of the way. Professor Cullen is going to be so mad. Can't sleep because of the dreams and now it's interfering with my getting to the lab, and I also need to see Professor Volturi. I am just about to my breaking point. Please people, come on, move. Like they can really hear me. Even if they did I don't think they would move just out of spite. I've got so much to do today, and if I'm going to survive it this tired I am definitely in urgent need of some coffee.

Finally, I make it to the lab. After grabbing me some strong coffee I head back to my office. I have come to the conclusion that I will take a sample from the ring and send it off for carbon dating. They inform me that it may take a couple of days, and they will send the results out too me. Hopefully, no one will question what I'm doing. They can't find out about the ring.

After a while I look up and realize it is time to go to lunch, I head across campus to the cafeteria, grab something quick to eat and find a secluded spot. I pull out a piece of paper and start to write down the etchings on the ring. Somehow, I have got to find a way to go see Professor Volturi today. I've just got to figure what to say to Professor Cullen, and it's got to be something so I won't have to keep making up excuses to leave early everyday.

Once I'm back at the lab, I work for a couple more hours taking pictures of new the features on the pieces I am working on. Something new appears the more I work at it, and it is all so beautiful. Well, I really need to get ready to go see 'Carlisle' about my leaving early, and try to explain that I am going to be needing to do it for a while. So, I wrap the artifacts, and start taking them back to the vault making sure they are labeled and in their right places.

I walk to Carlisles office brace myself and knock lightly.

"Come in, Well hello, Bella. How are things' going today?" he ask with a cheerful smile.

"Carlisle, everything is going great, I thought I would come by to let you know I got some very interesting pictures off of one of the pieces today. A lot of new things' are starting to appear the more I work on them,"

"Well, that's wonderful news. I can hardly wait to see the pictures. So, is everything alright with you?" he ask sounding concerned.

Nervously replying, "Well ...actually...Carlisle, I need to go see Professor Volturi today, and he has asked me if I could come in a couple of hours a day to help him with a very old parchment he is trying to translate."

Carlisle leans back and looking at me very surprised, he replies, "Well Bella, that's great news. You know you are the best student I have, and in a couple of months' you will have your doctorate. I am also giving you a letter of the higest recommendations. Then, with this experience you should not have a problem getting a job anywhere you could want. As for going to see Professor Volturi a couple of hours a day, well, that's fine."

Without a thought in my head, I reach up and give him a big hug. Then, stepping back my cheeks reddening with chagrin , I thank him very much for giving me this opportunity.

Smiling, Carlisle says "Your more than welcome, Bella."

I gather my stuff together quickly and head across campus. As I start to enter the professor's lab I stop and listen. There seems to be a man and a woman in there talking to him about the writing in my journal. I continue on in, curious to find out who these people are, and what their interest is in my journals.

"Well, hello Bella. I'm glad to see that you made it today. I have some wonderful news I want to share with you. First I would like to introduce you to Professor James Johnston, and his wife, Professor Victoria Johnston. They are the colleagues I told you about," Alex says slightly nervously.

I stand there looking at the couple for a bit, "Hello,nice too meet you, I think "

After exchanging pleasantries I ask to speak to Alex in private. We cross the lab, enter his office and as I take a seat I ask, "Professor, just exactly who are those people and what kind of help are they going to be at helping translate my writing?"

Alex proceeds to tell me that James is the linguist he mentioned to me before, who has studied Latin and Aramaic as far back as two to three hundred B.C.. He also informs me that James has already looked over the journals and feels very confident that he can translate it without any problems.

Still slightly puzzled, I ask, "Then, what does his wife specialize in?"

With a weary look, Alex says, "Victoria is a hypnotherapist, and does past life regressions."

I can't help but look at him in shock. Just what in the world is he thinking ? What exactly do we need her for as far as determining what is written in my journals? Wait a minute...did he just say past life regression? I can't say a thing. I just sit there kind of in shock, and then I start thinking about all my dreams, and all the different things' I have seen. Is it possible...could she help me figure what all this means? Who this man is in my dreams? The man I'm in love with?

"Alex, I would really like to talk to them about all of it, especially Victoria. If that possible? I really want to find out what all these dreams mean, and who is this man I keep seeing. There is so much more than what I can write down in those books. Now it is even invading my thoughts when I'm awake. I really want no need to talk to her...to them."

"Bella, calm down. Of course I will let you talk to both of them, and we will see what Victoria can do to help you, alright?' he says reassuringly.

"Thank you, Alex,"

EPOV

Another lovely day in paradise, I see. Just let me get some coffee before I have to go any further. Thank God, Daniel already called room service for me. I am just not a morning person.

I sit relaxing enjoying my coffee, I gaze out the windows at the city below. Such a mess. Personally, I think it all needs a fresh coat of paint. The cracks of Hollywood are starting to show too much. It's amazing the things' I have learned since being swept up into all of this...glamour. That's what they call it? Damn, I so need a break. Seriously got to start looking into that, if it's nothing but a couple of weeks. I guess I need to go grab a shower and get my ass ready for another fun-filled day.

I step out of the bedroom, too find Daniel, Jacob, and Nick waiting on me. Nick is head of the security company,and I hope and pray he has some kind of an answer for me. I faxed them a copy of the sketch and asked them if they could find out something quickly. 'Maybe' he has something good to tell me. "Come on guys, let's grab us a cup of coffee before we leave, and Nick, I'm assuming you have some information for me?" sounding impatient. "Robert, I told you yesterday that it may take a little time. You have only managed to give us a sketch and no other information. Not an idea of a possible location. Hell, it's truthfully going to be a miracle if we come up with anything," Nick says shaking his head. "We are trying our best, and won't stop until you say so. Your just going to have to be a little more patient."

"Well, it seems I've been waiting a very long time to find her, so what's a little more. Besides, I know it's a long shot, but I don't have anything else to give you in information at this point," I answer, sounding defeated. "Just, please do everything you possibly can to find her. I have a feeling it is of the utmost urgency, please" Nick replies, "We'll do everything in our power. Just don't get impatient, and give us the time. I'm sure something will turn up as long as you give us that."

Sounding more defeated, "Nick, take whatever, and however much time as you need. But, please any chance you get, push it . Thank you for doing this for me."

Jacob, and Daniel manage to get me to my car without too much drama,then were off to my agents office. I've called ahead to make sure Beth was going to be available when I arrived. Of course, I had to put up with the obnoxious Jessica doing her best to flirt, but finally managed to give me a straight answer that Beth was waiting for me. I knew it was about my having to go out of town to shoot some scenes for WFE in some place clean across the country.

Once I have arrived, I am ushered back to Beth's office where she and Pam, my assistant are sitting waiting patiently already discussing my itinerary for July 31st thru to August 4th. "Well, I see you managed to make it here in one piece.," Beth says sarcastically.

"I hope you are ready for this little trip you've got to make to Chattanooga, Tennessee. They have a Railroad Museum that has the only operating train close to the time period of this movie. You have already heard the dates you will be required to be there, also there is one more scene they are shooting right outside of another attraction where the Civil War was actually fought. I don't imagine you know much about our history, but it makes for some interesting reading. Now, you will be leaving July 29th to kind of get a feel of the area, and actually go to the train museum. After that, you will be coming back here to finish shooting the rest of the scenes in one of the studios. Any questions?"

"No, it sounds as if you have managed to arrange the upcoming schedule of my time perfectly Beth!," sounding annoyed. Another trip, to another place I don't even know where it is on a map. Sounds as if I am in for a fun filled time of my life. I can hardly wait...for it to be over.

BPOV

After a lengthy talk with James and Victoria, and them telling me exactly what they do in their fields, we manage to take a short break. Victoria and I decide to go it alone so she can talk to me some more about the past life regression therapy and what it entails. It seems she is going to take some time with my permission to delve into my journals for information that might help me when we get ready to try this regression. Which, actually means I am going to be hypnotized and supposedly transported mentally back in time...to any past lives I might have experienced.

I inform them that I am taking a vacation from July 30th thru August 4th, and after that I will be ready. For Lord only knows what they have planned to put me through. I'm honestly willing to try anything at this point to figure what all this has to do with my dreams and maybe put them to rest.

Victoria warmly assures me that this will give her more than enough time to go through my journals, and James has informed me that, hopefully within a week he can begin telling me what the writing means. At least I will have that small comfort, the translation from the ring together with the carbon dating. I'm finally coming to a point that I will start getting some answers to all of this.

The next two weeks seem to just fly by with my work at the lab with Carlisle. I have managed to get one of the last reservations in a hotel in Chattanooga called the Chattanooga Choo-Choo located downtown. From what I have been able to find out about it on the internet it is a very nice hotel, and some very prominent people have stayed there. I don't really care as long as I have a place to stay.

Well, I have my bags packed, the car has been checked by a mechanic, and it is full of gas just ready and waiting for me. I just need to calm down and get a grip of myself a little. I'm just going to watch an actor filming a movie...for a Hollywood movie no less. A very sexy man, plagued by so much popularity that he has to fight for free time away from it all. Now, that does not sound like the kind of life style I could handle living. But, the pictures I found on different sites...whew, he really is 'sex on legs', as Rose has said over and over. It also seems that Emmett is going to be part of his security as long as he is in town and he is going to try to get me in as close as he can when they are at the Railroad Museum. I can hardly wait.

So, I wandered around my apartment making sure everything is turned off that needs to be, I've watered my plants yesterday, and I've got my neighbor going to pick up my mail. Time for me to leave.

I get in my car, set my GPS for the hotel, and I'm on my way. Rose told me to call her when I got there, I also have Emmett's cell phone number for when they go to the train museum. He's going to meet me at the barricade they will have set up and take me away from the crowd of fans where I can enjoy it without a bunch of screaming fans. Emmett is such a sweetie for doing this for me. I am truly going to have to do something very nice for him to repay his kindness.

Darn traffic is awful, almost as bad as Knoxville during rush hour. I guess it's because Edward Masen is in town. Finally, I'm here, and the hotel is very nice. There sure does seem to be a lot of security around here. They are even checking ID's as you enter the place. Well, lucky for me, I brought everything except my dental records, and I also have a letter stating I have a reservation. Now, let me the hell through...

I am tired and in desperate need of a shower and some room service. Then I think I'll give Rose a call and let her know I made it alright. That way she can let Emmett know I am here and my room number in case he needs to come give me any information about tomorrow.

So, a chance to see 'The Precious' in action...

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*KISSES WIFEY* XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

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