Down The Rabbit Hole

fifteen

The blonde woman over looks her latest project with something that could be amusement, but it quickly turns to boredom.

The woman turns, her golden hair gracefully flipping over her shoulder and looking at the other being in the room.

"I'm starting to get bored with this one," She says, her tone holding authority, but also quite soft.

The being on the other side of the room leans on a table, its laptop, or what looks to be a laptop, sitting in front of it, untouched.

"Make her travel again," The being says boredly, its flashing eyes boring into the blonde woman's eyes, "How about the Victorian era? You always liked the dresses there."

The blonde woman sighs, sitting in a chair across from the being, dropping her chin in the palm of her hand, "I think she's starting to realize something is happening."

"She's time traveling." The being counters with an eyebrow raise, "Anyone who wasn't stupid would know this isn't normal."

The blonde woman rolls her eyes, "I didn't-" She cuts off, the screen blaring with a dangerous sound. Both of them look, rushing over to see the red light flashing dangerously.

"What's happening?" The blonde asks warily, her eyes jumping from screen to screen, "Where's Logan?"

The being doesn't say anything, its own eyes flashing dangerously. It looks at the woman at its side, licking its lip with its lizard like tongue.

"She's traveled..." It says angrily, "Without our help."

And the being walks away, throwing it's laptop on the floor in the process.

Logan couldn't breathe. Her lungs felt like something was squeezing the remains of her breath out of her.

She's underwater. She gasps, water beginning to invade her lungs more and more. Her legs kick until she breaks the surface, gasping and struggling to stay above the water.

She swims clumsily towards the shore, throwing herself on it when she's close enough. Logan barely has time for anything before she's throwing up water.

She lays on the shore, confused and a little disorientated. Okay, she tells herself, I woke up in the water... there's no sign of Hercules or Harper... it's dark and cold and I'll most likely die like this. Fuck me.

The toga weighs on her body, cold and heavy. Her minds tells her to discard it, but she hesitates for a moment. She'll be naked and that's no way to walk around.

Instead of discarding anything, she gets up, sand falling from her wet skin, and begins to walk.

How did she time travel? She wasn't any danger at the moment. She was asleep.

She sighs, moving her blue hair from her eyes and thinking of Harper and how she'll be stuck in Ancient Greece until she can figure something out.

"This sucks," She mumbles to herself, wandering through what looks like a jungle.

Maybe she is in a jungle. Vines, weird looking plants, purrs from deep in the trees.