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Outside of the Perk - Thursday evening

Trevor Goodchild hovered over the desk in his laboratory, scribbling a note to himself as he added another vial of liquid to his petri dish. He was thankful that Freya had left him alone for the day, so he could try to get some work done. She was certainly a good assistant, but that was the limit to what he needed - an assistant, not someone to take care of him, as she often tried to do.

Of course, one of the down sides to sending her away was that she wasn't there to remind him to eat dinner. The sound and feeling of his stomach growling broke him out of his reverie, and he glanced at his watch, sighing as he realized it was far later in the evening than he'd thought.

After Trevor cleaned up, he pressed the main button on his transporter belt, fully expecting the room to shift back to his library like it was supposed to. Instead, the belt did nothing more than make a faint whirring noise. In retrospect, he probably shouldn't have pressed the button a second time, because that's when the belt let off a higher pitched noise, and shocked Trevor in the chest.

When he woke up, Trevor's first realization was that he was on his back. His second was that he was no longer in his laboratory. Or in the library. Or, judging from the sky above him, inside at all.

He sat up, but the rush of blood made his vision blurry, so he closed his eyes and leaned back against the outside wall of the nearest building. Peeking just a little, he realized he was in an alleyway. This? Was not good. But frankly, he was a little too dizzy to think about moving anywhere else for the moment.

[Yes, Trevor is now officially in town...and open for interaction from a certain lovely and helpful lady. *g*]

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Dealing with the school board was far more draining than Zoe had expected, and she could almost hear a good, strong cup of coffee calling her name. But as she got closer to the Perk, her attention shifted from thoughts of caffeination, to noticing the man that was sitting up against a wall outside. He looked too disoriented for her to just ignore him, so she stopped in front of him and looked down. "Are you all right?" she asked.

Trevor peered up, only taking in the woman's basic size and features. "Freya?" he asked, before shaking his head to clear his vision a little more and realizing that this wasn't his assistant. "Sorry, I thought you were someone else."

"Figured as much." Zoe crouched down to get at the same eye level as the man, looking him over. "You hurt your head or something?"

"Or something, I think," Trevor replied, lightly smiling. "I'll be all right, I'm just going to continue enjoying the comfort of the ground for a moment." He gave a cursory look around, trying to figure out what part of town he'd ended up in. He didn't recognize the area, which was strange, but he figured the minor head trauma probably wasn't going to help there.

Zoe laughed. "Yeah, maybe you should just keep doing that," she said. "Don't move; I'll go inside and get you some water."

Trevor made a little hand motion that he hoped she would be able to translate as, "I'm not going anywhere, trust me," and waited. When she came back a few minutes later, he gladly took the water, looking up at her again. "Thank you, Ms...?"

"Washburn. Zoe Washburn." She crouched down again, almost sitting this time. "And you are?"

Trevor almost choked on the water as he laughed. "Don't worry, I remember my own name. I didn't hit my head that hard."

"Well, that's highly reassuring. But I don't know your name."

That was such a simple statement, really. And yet, it's one Trevor had never heard before. "I'm Trevor Goodchild," he said.

Zoe nodded, glad to see that he was being a little more helpful. "It's nice to meet you. If you don't mind my asking, how did you end up getting yourself hurt? Are you new to town?"

Something very cold began to form in the pit of Trevor's stomach, and he nearly dropped the water he was still holding. "Where exactly am I?" he asked nervously.

Oh boy. Zoe got the feeling that her answer wasn't going to go over very well. "You're in Fandom," she answered. "In Virginia." When Trevor didn't look any less confused, she continued. "In the United States. On Earth~~that-was~~."

Trevor simply blinked for a few moments in disbelief. He wasn't in Bregna? No wonder Zoe didn't know who he was. But he couldn't possibly be in the US. There hadn't been a US for over 400 years...

"What year is this?"

"2006. What year did you think it is?"

"Up until a few moments ago, I was fairly certain that it was 2415." This conversation was not helping the knot in his stomach at all.

Zoe made a little "hmph" noise, and finally just sat down next to Trevor. This was the closest she'd gotten to finding someone from her own time since she arrived in town. "I'm going to assume you weren't planning on ending up here, then?"

"What? Of course I wasn't..." Trevor managed to pull himself away from the wall far enough to turn and look at Zoe incredulously. "I come from an era far more technologically advanced than this one. I just told you I'm from 400 years in the future, and you honestly think I meant to do it?"

"Yes," Zoe said simply. "I meant to come here, and I'm only from a century ahead of you. Now granted, I had specific instructions on how to do it, but..."

There were a number of thoughts that raced through Trevor's mind upon Zoe's admission, but the only one that actually made it past his lips was, "If you're from a century ahead of me, how do you not know who I am?"

Zoe knew she shouldn't have laughed, but she ended up doing it anyway. "I'm sorry. It really bothers you that I don't recognize you, doesn't it?"

"I'm the leader of the free world," Trevor explained. "It more than bothers me."

Zoe's eyes widened as her senses went into "Warning, Crazy Person" mode, and it was only the eerily serious way in which Trevor spoke that kept her from making another snarky comment.

"I'm thinking our histories are a bit different," she said. "I'd probably remember learning about a ~~dictator~~ single leader running the whole government."

Trevor covered his face with his hand, muttering a line of expletives that would have made a sailor turn red. "I...I don't know what happened to get me here," he admitted, tossing his malfunctioning belt onto the ground. "This entire thing is insane."

"I hate to break it to you, but insane is pretty much the name of the game around here." Zoe smiles, hoping that she's sounding at least slightly reassuring. "I'll tell you what. It's late, and you sound like you could use some rest. My apartment isn't far from here. Why don't we go back there, and you can get some sleep, and in the morning, we'll see if we can't figure out what happened."

"Do you often let strange men into your home with so little screening to make sure that they're safe?" Trevor asked, only half-joking. He was starting to become even more concerned about what kind of a place he'd ended up in.

Zoe gave Trevor another once-over and laughed. "Before I came here, I was in the military. I fought in a very ugly civil war, and over the course of it, I took down men who were twice my size without even being properly armed. You can't even sit up straight without looking pale, and when I say that you'll be resting at my place, I mean you'll be resting on my couch in your undergarments, while I keep all of your clothes for safekeeping to prevent you from leaving. I have little doubt that I will remain safe throughout the night."

There was something about a strong woman threatening to be able to fight him that made Trevor's body take notice in ways that he felt were not probably safe to mention, especially in front of said woman. "Well, I suppose I don't have much choice now, do I?" Zoe shook her head at him, and Trevor had to laugh softly, setting the empty water bottle down as he finally managed to stand. "All right then. Lead the way."

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