Disclaimer 2: Mary, Braden, and any other characters not owned by the Patriot but in the story Behind the Ice, belong to SteeleRanger/jhm.59. Do not use without permission. Also, the characters of Jordan, Jula are co-owned by SteeleRanger/jhm.59 and Obsessed-1; again, do not use without permission.
"There, I'll be back for you later." Col. Tavington snarled, shoving Jordan hard into one of the rooms in the large estate of Middleton place and slamming the door behind him. A 'click' signaled that she'd been locked in.
"Great, just great…" the girl said angrily to herself, hitting the door with her fist. "What am I going to do now?"
"Sit there and not disturb the peace." came a voice from the other side of the door.
"Shut up!" Jordan shouted irately at Col. Tavington, who answered her anger with a low, throaty laugh.
"Ass!"
Jordan began to back away from the door, expecting the colonel to come bursting through the door, but all she heard was the thud of booted footsteps and the ring of spurs as he retreated down the hall.
Great! I get pushed back over two hundred years, and then as if that's not enough, I get locked in a room by the Butcher!
"Jordan! Jor, are you still here?"
Jula rushed about the House Museum, looking for her sister, nearly knocking over an elderly woman in the process who gave her a dirty look.
"Sorry, I'm looking for my sister." she apologized quickly before frantically heading off to another one of the rooms that she hadn't checked.
Entering the room, Jula paused momentarily to glance at an oil painting of Henry Middleton.
"Nice painting." she muttered to herself. "But where is my sister?"
Jula was just about to leave the room, when she spotted a black spiral notebook lying on the ground.
That's Jordan's.. She's got to be here.
"Jordan? Jordan, are you here?"
Silence.
"Jore, this isn't time to shit around! It's been an hour already!" Jula shouted, her voice wavering with panic.
Picking up her sister's notebook, Jula started out of the room, not noticing that with each step she took, the room and the House were changing around her.
Jordan stared up at a clock in the room she had been locked in; it read eleven.
Great, and how long do these things last? The least he could have done was give me some food if he knew he was going to be gone that long. And damnmit, I gotta go to the bathroom...
"William, why are you being so hard on her? She was just looking for her sister."
The girl perked up at the sound of a female voice coming from the other side of the door and down the hall.
"She was being disruptive. And look at her clothing! She looks worse than a doxie!"
Colonel Tavington...
"Let go of me, you punk!"
Jula! She got here! But, how?...
"William, stop treating her like an animal; after all, it isn't as if she has anywhere to run off to." The female voice again.
"How do we know she isn't lying?"
Jordan continued to listen to the dispute, keeping close mental notes as it continued.
Mary... I think that was his wife's name...
"If you want my opinion, and I know you value it, I do not believe she is lying. You have her sister in one of these rooms, yes?"
"You have my sister! You have Jordan?!" Jula shouted with excited relief.
"Yes, Mary, I have her sister." Tavington's voice grated.
"Then let the girl see her."
Quickly, the sound of several footsteps approached Jordan's room. There was a click and the colonel flung the door open, shoving Jula inside and closed it behind her, locking it yet again.
"Jordan!"
Jula ran over to her sister and wrapped her in a bear hug.
"Thank god you're all right!"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Jordan answered, relieved to see her sister.
Suddenly, Jula broke away from the embraced and punched her sister on the arm.
"Hey, what was that for?!" Jordan demanded.
"Don't you ever go wandering off like that again! I was looking for you for an hour!"
"Sorry. But I only went away for a short time."
"Yeah, and ended up in another…"
Jula's sister laughed mirthlessly.
"Well at least we're stuck here together."
"You're telling me!" Jula replied with a laugh. "Not to mention, you'll have one heck of a report if we ever get back!"
"Yeah.." Jordan replied with a sinking feeling.
..If we ever get back...