Gwen felt sick to her stomach as she and John reached their destination, her knees buckling as her feet felt solid ground, she would have fallen if not for the tight grip around her waist. How the hell did she get wrapped up in these things? "Alright love, think its ok for me to let you go now. Might feel a bit nauseous and dizzy for a few minutes" John told her conversationally as he merely shrugged off the experience as nothing more but a bit of jet lag, he was used to it of course.
"Where the hell are we?" Gwen asked him with narrowed eyes before taking in the scenery around her. She had to admit that it was beautiful, being in what looked like a middle of a desert. "Question should be, when and where are we lovely eyes" John replied with a cheeky grin before shrugging a shoulder and taking a step forwards. "Egypt and 44 BC. Can't you tell Gwen? Air is much more cleaner and well pollution doesn't exist here" he chuckled.
Gwen's stomach flipped at John's words but she couldn't help a tiny bit of excitement at being in a different world, a different time. This is what Jack used to do in his times as a Time Agent then? She had to admit that it was intriguing and well heart stopping. To go to whatever planet and time and re-live history. She was thrown out of her thoughts by John's touch on her shoulder which made her jump almost a mile. "Don't touch me!" she shouted, rubbing her shoulder like she had been burnt or had been touched by something venomous and nasty.
"Well guess I was right, Twenty First Century folk are just plain frigid. Apart from the Eyecandy of course. He seems to have attached himself to Jack without a problem. Must be the pheromones" John commented, a slight bitterly. "Pheromones?" Gwen asked confused as she felt herself being steered by John towards a tent. Ok, what the hell was a tent doing in the middle of the ancient Egypt desert? But then she was with Captain John Hart so should she be surprised? "Yeah, all fifty first century males have them. We don't need aftershave and the like. It's our natural scent. To attract the same or other sex or even species" John chuckled, pushing her through the tent but staying outside. "You'll find some pretty clothes under the sheets. You're gonna help me steal an artefact. Jack wouldn't help me since he's all noble now and more likely to get us killed for flirting with Cleo and her latest fling" he smirked . Finding Gwen's silence as permission to continue, not that he needed permission to speak, John rolled his shoulders and continued. "Plus I need you, you'll blend in more and well it gives me an excuse to spend time with my favourite dark haired beauty. Toshiko would have been my second choice but like I've said so many times, you and me have history" he grinned.
Gwen rolled her eyes but continued to dress in what she had found in the tent. "Shut up John!" she hissed. She frowned as she found that the dress wasn't like ones at home and shook her head, not wanting to ask for help but finding no other way to fasten it. "Could..you just fasten me up at the back?" she asked quietly, amazingly John heard her and made his way into the tend, moving his hands gently up her back and starting to clip her dress into place. "You look gorgeous Gwen. You could really help me pull this off" he murmured, turning her around so he could study her. "What?" she asked, rubbing at her arms subconsciously. "You need to sort your hair, you can either use the wig or try a style with your own" he shrugged. Gwen sighed and picked up the Cleopatra style wig. "I'll try this…now I'll meet you outside when I'm done!" she told him, giving him a shove back outside.