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John felt his feet meet ground and looked around quickly before jumping behind a wall. If he was right, he had landed at least a month after his capture. Luckily if news had gotten back to his family about his capture he wouldn’t be seen as a deserter….at least he hoped not. From what he had seen before hiding he had landed at the Insula Tiberina (Tiber Island) and was now hiding against the wall of the Temple of Aesculapius. That in itself gave himself a slight chuckle. He had just found out that he was a cyborg and the first place he lands while time traveling is a Temple dedicated to the god of medicine…a little too late for that huh?
“We have been given a gift sir. The Hebrew has turned himself in to Nero and is willing to die.” John heard the voices rounding a corner behind him before he could hide. It took only seconds before the two men stopped, John whipped around and made full eye contact with both men. One was an obvious High Priest of the Temple, while the other was a Centurion that he could only guess was part of the Temple guard.
“You there! What is your business at the Temple so late!” John froze, he couldn’t go anywhere and by the way he was dressed these two weren’t going to believe he was just out for a midnight stroll. The fact that he was wearing a leather jacket, jeans and thick leather boots would make anyone from this time very confused.
“Umm, I just got lost. I just moved here with my parents from the north and wanted to look around.” This of course was the lamest excuse he could probably ever think up, yet however it seemed completely logical to both the men. The Centurion even glared at him and yelled at him to go home, calling him a foolish boy. Of course he didn’t need to be told twice, John turned the corner and started running for the city. However before he could even make it to the bridge he found himself face to face with someone he was deffinatly NOT expecting to see in Ancient Rome.
Her cheek burned from the abrasion her landing caused. Her entrance had been less than graceful in a crowded marketplace. She'd really hoped to land in the TARDIS again, but it seemed the Vortex had different plans. The Doctor had to be here somewhere at least. All she had to do was find him in what she guessed was either Greece or Rome.
Fan-bloody-tastic.
Molly wandered out of the market, checking over her shoulder for the following group of people who'd seen her appear out of thin air and fall onto a market stall. Those that hadn't seen her fall still followed because of her attire. She'd managed to ditch them in the winding alleys. She hoped. Last thing she needed was to be lynched for witchcraft...or put on a pedestal as a goddess...even though the latter would be much nicer she wasn't in the mood for either.
She wanted to get back and for that she needed to find whichever Doctor was traipsing about and get him to send her.
Molly pulled her red curls into a crude bun to keep them out of her face. She needed to find clothes. Wearing sailor-cut trousers from the 1940's and a half sleeve blouse made her too visible. It was one thing not to care about anachronistic wardrobe choices while traveling with the Doctor--being out of place all alone was frighting.
She crossed over the bridge feeling very, very, out of place. Molly looked around her, feeling awed by the towering temples and coliseums that by her day lay in ruins. Seeing them in their former beauty took her breath away...or was that the young man that just ran into her?
She tried to act as normal as possible under the circumstances and hoped he didn't notice the odd fashion in which she was dressed.
It wasn’t even that she was ginger or anything; no what didn’t belong was her clothing. Her clothing was from the same time as his, or at least around the same time. She shouldn’t have been there, shouldn’t even be in ROME with that British accent. And that was the other thing, hadn’t he left the Celts in Britannia a LONG time ago? He had made his home in what had become the United States and was just recently finding out more and more but he hadn’t even connected with anyone from England in a couple years, centuries, decades…whatever it really didn’t matter. All that really mattered was that she was here and that might not be a good thing.
“You deffinatly are not from here.” He didn’t mean to be rude but he had set a mission in his head, ‘look for parents and fix things so that they knew he was at least okay.’ This however could make things a bit complicated. Not that it would interrupt his mission but because if someone was here from his new time then there HAD to be a reason right? He looked her over for a moment and was about to ask about why she was in Rome at the hight of the Roman Empire when he heard the Priest and Temple Guard again.
“Okay, this is something that is kind of not right, but we need to get out of here, You can call me John.”
Molly looked over the man in front of her and smiled. His clothing also didn't belong. So she wasn't alone here after all. She looked over his shoulder when he noticed the commotion behind him. Two men in armor were walking down the hill with another person pointing at the two anachronistic strangers on the bridge.
Running wasn't just a feature of living with the Doctor then. It seemed it was a common part of time travel.
Molly took his hand and nodded.
"Right then, John. I am Molly." She looked for the nearest avenue of escape. "Lead the way?"
John didn’t even blink, he held the woman who called herself molly’s hand tight and ran quickly through the streets of Rome, looking for anything that was recognizable. Maybe he could end up at one of his old childhood friend’s house? It was a possibility, there had been a couple who hadn’t joined the Legion, even Dea still lived in the city, or at least he still hoped. Either way he was still on edge about being here, in Rome, with the fact that he was probably listed KIA…..and well then there was the other secret. He couldn’t even let this Molly know about THAT…no, no one could know until he got out of there…at least for now.
It took a moment but John started to recognize his surroundings and started to slow. They were in what would be considered the Theater district of Rome. He could see the Theatrum Pompeii just ahead and the other theaters and entertainment hubs around him. This was a place where at night the city came alive with artists and dancers from all over the Empire. Those who could not show they’re talents in the massive areas or just those who wanted to have some fun. He remembered coming here and learning a forbidden knowledge that came from a man who had traveled from Thesoli and was trying to gain fame that he might spread a new way of thinking through theater and entertainment. After that his life had changed, and even more when he went to the Legion. None of them knew that he never had actually worshipped the Gods or even Lupa during those long nights on the wall of Adrian….not even his parents.
“We should be safe here for now.” The crowds seemed thick enough and the place seemed festive in a dark kind of way…it should help for now.
Molly followed through the twists and turns of the ancient streets that weren't so ancient. She didn't have time to take in the sights, but running for your life will do that. When he started to slow his pace she got a chance to look about, though it was less sight-seeing and more watchfulness for enemies.
The crowded square was bustling with people in even stranger costumes than the ones they wore. Women danced in scant leather wraps while men sold masks and played instruments. A cart of goods had a throng of people around it holding their money out for a statuette of someone apparently quite famous. Some aspects of history were constant.
Molly nodded at his assertion.
"Thank God." She breathed, looking around.
"So, we should probably locate more suitable attire?"
John shook his head, but kept his eyes searching. He didn’t expect anyone to actually fallow them. It wasn’t like they were the weirdest thing to ever grace the streets of Rome. In actuality if you really looked around they fit in perfectly. No, they were fine and as they started to move through the crowds again he started to relax and even smile.
“This is Rome in the height of its power, you shouldn’t fear much here.” He looked at Molly and gave her a grin that he hoped showed that he was used to this kind of thing and was being light hearted. This was a place he had spent a lot of time with his friends as a youth and even as he looked around now he saw that nothing had changed. Teenage citizens moved around and watched the different performers, some even flirting on both ends. Of course this was Rome. Pleasures of all kinds, not just of the body but of the mind and the eyes and even the ears as well. He could hear people singing, see dancers from the far east and even swords artists from the near east. All of which were there to gain money or to make themselves famous.
“Oy! YOU!” John didn’t even have time to look around before he felt the knuckles of a fist slam into his jaw. He turned hard away from the hit in surprise but allowed his combat skills to kick in fast enough for him to then take his opposite elbow and jam it hard into his assailant’s abdomen, knocking him backwards.
“Preditus! My friend, calm yourself!” For a moment He didn’t recognize the voice. The mix of adrenalin and pain in his jaw seemed to block out most of the recognition for a time. But after a minute or two John looked at the man in front of him and nearly burst into laughter. Before them stood a largely built man with an almost bald head other than the very short hair that adorned it, a Woman whose waist length black hair shaped her smooth and delicate featured face that was set with sapphire colored eyes. Both looked over joyed to see him, though the man seemed to still be recovering from the hit.
“Cylius! Dea! How are you my friends!” He let go of Molly’s hands and grasped arms with Cylius and then hugged Dea. He almost felt relieved to see two people who he knew and had loved so much. Even more though he was happy to see two people who knew his secrets and would keep them silent to the grave.
After a moment of fond greetings John seemed to remember that Molly had been there with him and smiled at her looing delighted.
“Well I guess I meet a new friend tonight and see some old ones! Molly This is Cylius and Dea, they were friends of mine when I was a child.”
Funny, she could think of many reasons to fear being in Rome at the height of its power but she didn't have a chance to retort his sudden good humor.
No sooner had he declared their safety than a man recognized him and immediately threw a punch. John's response was brutal but effective. Molly just stood there, mouth agape until he stopped fighting and embraced the man. Close combat wasn't her specialty and this man was making her headache that much worse. All these twists and turns of trust and distrust. She couldn't keep it all straight.
By the time he got around to introducing his apparent friends she regained her senses, at least her sense of manners.
Molly curtsied as well as possible in her cotton trousers.
"A pleasure to meet you both. We are in sore need of friends." She turned to the man and tilted her head a little. "Are you hurt? That was...quite a punch."
She wasn't sure a man could hit that hard...so what did that make John?
Cylius laughed but rubbed his abdomen for a moment before answering.
“I have been hit harder, but I must admit you have gained some strength since joining the Legion Preditus.” John smiled sheepishly but looked away at the mention of the legion. He was not in armor, nor was he where he belonged. If it were true that they did not know of his ‘death’ then that meant that there were others who would still believe he was still a member, this could only conclude that he was a deserter. That was something that he really did not need to be brought down upon him at that moment.
“Yes, well, I was discharged due to injury…” He couldn’t lie to them, Cylius and Dea knew him all too well. He could see it deep in their eyes as they looked him over a moment that they knew he was lying. He couldn’t keep it up, but at the sametime he couldn’t be here, couldn’t be revealed as a deserter atleast, not in the middle of the streets of Rome.
“Well Preditus, how about we go somewhere less crowded and allow your friend and you to get into something more comfortable. You look odd even for this crowd in your costumes.” Dea looked dead into his eyes and he could tell she was trying to spare him the agony. She had always been good to him, ever since they were kids. Ever since stealing kisses in the night near the temple of Vulcan. She knew when it was time to go and when it was time to stay, she knew him all to well.
John looked at Molly and leaned into her ear for a moment to whisper his next words so only they could hear.
“If you want you can leave now and pretend you never knew or met me. But if you come you need to know two things. 1, technically I would be considered a deserter of the Roman Legion right now and if seen by anyone who knows this then I will be killed. Also, where we are going we could be killed for entering or exiting as a special treat for the people of Rome if observed. Its your choice.”
So, the choice was between wandering alone in Ancient Rome, a millenium out of her time; possible death by association; and almost certain death by association.
She sighed shaking her head. That seemed about right the way her life went nowadays.
Her next words might not make any sense to this man, but he seemed to be wearing 20th Century clothing like her, so hopefully he would understand.
"Sir, I highly doubt a woman from 1916 would survive well adrift in Ancient Rome. You are quite possibly the only hope I have, John--despite the danger you may present."
It was possible he was her only way home as it became increasingly apparent the Doctor was nowhere near her.
Dea looked at John for a moment then looked at Molly with a nervous look. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, no it was more that living in the heart of Rome when you weren’t exactly loyal to its deities….that usually came with issues. One of them being mistrust in those who you didn’t know, and neither Cylius nor Dea knew Molly. Hell technically John didn’t know Molly, yet she had one reason to have him trust her. She wasn’t from this time period. That gave her more room for understanding and willingness to not have him killed or get them caught. So as the other two looked at her questionably after he had whispered in her ear John looked at them both and shook his head.
“She is okay. I have no reason to believe that she would endanger us at all.” Cylius nodded but Dea didn’t look too sure. She seemed to be watching Molly closely, as if she were about to run off to a city guard and report them all. He wondered why she seemed so tence about them going to the house of their teacher. Yes it was a place watched greatly by the guard, but it wasn’t like people didn’t go through their everyday. It was a residence, it was a home, of course there would people going in and out, even if they were all fallowed later.
“Dea, I trust her. She came from the same way as I did to get back here. Would you not trust me?” Her eyes hardened when he said these words. Not from anger of course but from something else….something John couldn’t seem to place.
“Look, all four of us need to get off the streets and out of this crowd. Soon they will be starting the rituals to Bacchus and if any of us wish to keep our sanity we do not need to be here at all.” John nodded to Cylius who had a very good point and allowed him to lead them away into a dark alley between two large buildings. However as they went he didn’t stop or even hint at them talking more, instead he kept going…..away from the way that usually led to they’re teacher.
“Cylius, where are we going? We are moving away from Avahus house.” Only a shake of the head in response seemed to come from his large friend. Something was off and didn’t seem right…what were they doing?
They didn't trust her, that much was obvious. Even John seemed wary of her, but he did vouch for her, so that was encouraging at least.
"If it helps at all, I am a stranger here and have no alliegence to anything."
The further they walked the more palpible the sense of distrust became until John stopped and asked about where they were headed. Molly's jaw tensed, her fingers curling into her palms. She eyed the large one and determined he was far beyond her ability to fight if it came to that. The woman was possible, though to be honest, she didn't want a fight at all. She wanted to trust them, but her sense of danger just kept getting harder to ignore.
She slid her arm around John's and leaned in to talk like she would an old frend or a lover.
"Are you sure they can be trusted?" She whispered. Whatever this huge secret was wasn't the point. The point was they were two time travelers alone in a very hostile time--at least she assumed he was a time traveler by the leather coat and he seemed to think they arrived the same way.
Stronger than a human...time traveler...John...
Was this his twelth face? No...there was always something familar about the Doctor in whatever face he wore. This man was a stranger in every way, but they were still in this together.
Molly watched as the streets got narrower and narrower, a sense of clautrophobia growing in her mind.
John nodded. It didn’t matter what was going on, he could ALWAYS trust Cylius and Dea no matter what. Yet he was starting to wonder what was going on with they’re change in direction. The secrecy was normal and something that should be expected with the current way the world worked. People were allowed to Worship how they wanted in Rome, however Christians were attacked due to one thing, Jesus was THE WAY, THE TRUTH and THE LIGHT. Which meant there was no other way in they’re eyes. Because of this Romans and other demanded the movement of Jesus the Jew to be quashed ASAP.
“Don’t worry, we usually have to be this secret and this stealthy about where we go, when it comes to meetings.” When John turned to look at Dea she shook her head, revealing in the moon light a small smile across her lips.
“This is different Preditus, He came. He finally came.” John looked at her for a moment with a confused look on his face. Who was she talking about? Someone came? Someone who obviously he should know very well and had been desiring to come as much as Dea obviously did. Someone who they had to go to in secret so that NO ONE knew…..
“Wait…you don’t mean…?” Johns eyes grew and his jaw dropped as realization hit him. A smile spread across his lips and it took everything in him not to whoop and holler in excitement. He couldn’t believe THE ONE person he had always prayed would come had finally arrived, and somehow he was able to jump to a time when he actually was here! John turned to look at Molly with his huge smile and excited eyes, just as they reached a wooden door and Cylius knocked on it.
“Well, question for you Molly? Are you ready to meet a very important man who helped change the world?”
Molly eyed the structure in front of her. It was hardly the place one would expect someone of importance to be, though if he were hiding that would explain it. Of course, she had been with the Doctor long enough to know great things often had the most unlikely surroundings. John certainly seemed excited enough and that excitement was enough to quell her growing anxiety.
She did a mental inventory of what she had already experienced since her appearance. This man was a time traveler, like herself, but this seemed to be the time he was originally from. He was stronger than any human, but clearly not alien and not the Doctor. His friends have known him for sometime, but are still suspicious. So, what cause did people have to hide and be secretive in Ancient Rome? Molly could think of at least a dozen off hand--it really depend on what part of Rome they were in and when. Obviously this was the city, the Coliseum had towered above them form the other side of the theatre district. They seemed to be putting as much distance between them and it as possible, and for some reason that only made her feel safer. So that left when...was this during the foundation of the Empire where Julius Caesar ruled and Cleopatra bekoned Mark Antony from her shining Nile? Or was this the beginning of Christendom, a time when what would become her faith blossomed and spread like wildfire through the empire--where its new believers were perse...
Molly swallowed and felt the tiny cross hidden under her highneck shirt.
That would explain a few things.
So who was behind that door?
The little hairs on the back of her neck began to tingle with the palpible anticipation in the doorway.
Cylius waited a moment or two and knocked once before the door opened a slight bit. He exchanged words with a man inside who opened the door a bit more to look out at everyone in the street. It took a moment for him to recognize the man but when John saw the brown curly hair and the wift of a goatee he had to smile. Avnor was always very protective of the underground church in Rome, no matter what. He always was the door keeper and would rave about how one day he knew they would come for them. Most people would laugh it off, even though they all knew that he wasn’t as crazy as they tried to make him seem.
“Preditus is that really you?” John smiled and waved at the man who scrutinized him from the door. His eyes moved from John to the Molly and back before he spoke his next words carefully, of course John found the next sentence something he would’ve liked to have kept in Avors mouth.
“We heard you were dead.” Dea looked at John for a moment with realization. She had forgotten about the fact that seemed to have already came to Rome. He was listed among the dead, he had already been mourned in secret…..wait…..DEA HAD FORGOT HE WAS DEAD!?!? Before he could react to the factual realization that had hit HIS mind someone spoke to Avnor from the other side of the door and seemed to walk up and open it. When John looked his eyes grew in shock. The man standing there was strong and well-built but had a face that had seen much but also seemed to be calm and understanding. The smile that touched his face seemed genuine and almost happy that they were all there.
“Hello, I see Cylius and Dea have brought friends. My name is Paulus”
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