A/N: I want to clarify a few points about the characters and the story. The main characters in this story are NOT the two actors we all know and admire in 'Bones'. The two characters by the coincidence of this fiction story have the same names as The David Boreanaz and Emily Deschanel of 'Bones' fame. In most areas of their lives in this fiction story, they are different, but by literary creative happenstance, they have many of the personality traits and similar life experiences of Booth and Brennan. The point is to add both humor and 'boneness' (I know, not a word, but it should be) to the time travel storyline. The similarities are a major point the characters discuss and 'bicker' over in later chapters.

A second comment, the only sci fi or fantasy is the time travel event. It is very much a 'soft' sci fi story, a story of romance and relationships. In the story line, Angela is simply a fan of the TV show 'Bones' and enjoys the humor of the name coincidences with her brother and boyfriend. There is no link within the story line between the show and these characters other than them as viewers. Again, it is for the humor and 'boneness' in the storyline.

Again, I appreciate all reviews and hope you stay with my first attempt at Fan Fiction outside 'The Host' world.

Disclaimer: I understand Hart Hanson and FOX have ownership rights to all 'Bones' concepts, characters, and dialog. This is intended to be simple Fan Fiction for the enjoyment of the author and any readers.

5AM Saturday, July 7, 2012

Suffolk Mill Condos

Lowell, Massachusetts

David's brain was suddenly awake and aware. Combat training and years in Iraq made him hyper sensitive to his environment. He could tell he wasn't alone anymore, but who, how and why were still a mystery. He tensed; ready to respond to any threat when he suddenly heard something else, a cough, a low moaning, and a noisy sniffle. He felt slight movement coming from what seemed no more than inches away on his mattress. His eyes shot open and he looked to where the sound and movement came from ready to assess the situation and prepared for an instant response.

In the dim early morning light coming through the windows he looked into the face of a young woman in his bed. His tension relaxed slightly as he began to quickly go over the past evening in his head trying to remember who she was, why she was here. He had no memory of her or bringing her home. She was dressed oddly, a nightgown that was high up around her neck, a strange cap or hat on her head. As she lay sleeping, her arm suddenly came up to her face and wiped her nose spreading snot across her face and on her sleeve. Her coughing started again. She spoke. Her eyes opened, fixed on him and she screamed.

Emily was half awake again for she did not know how many times this night. Coughing again… She was so exhausted from the long night with little real sleep. She felt movement on the bed and thought Sophie had turned over, but something didn't feel right. The bed felt different, smoother … softer? "Sophie? Is it time to get up?" She asked softly, her voice raspy from the incessant coughing. She opened her eyes and found not Sophie she was lying next to, but a man. She screamed and immediately starting backing away. Suddenly, she was at the edge of the bed then off the bed entirely and felt herself land onto a soft thick fur like surface.

David leaned over to see if she was OK. The girl's screams started again but quickly changed to coughing.

Emily looked up into this man's face as he moved across the bed to look down at her on the floor. She screamed again.

"Quiet, jeez," David said roughly. "Calm down, I won't hurt you," he continued as he attempted to remove the edge to his tone as he could see the terror in her eyes.

"Where am I? Who are you? Where is Sophie? " Emily questioned in a panicked voice between coughs. She glanced around and saw nothing familiar in the dim light. She looked back into the man's face as she spider crawled away on her bottom a couple of feet until she bumped into a wall. She pulled her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around her legs.

David put his hands up, palms out, and said, "Calm down, I'm not gonna to hurt you." He hesitated a second and tried to be calm as he lowered his voice so as not to scare the girl anymore than she was already. "You're in my bedroom, in my condo." He looked at her closer. "So, who are you and how did you get in here?"

Emily hesitated trying to calm herself as best she could before answering. "I do not know how I arrived in this place." More coughing ensued before she could continue. She didn't know how much she should say to this stranger. She didn't know him or his intensions. Did he bring her here? Where is here and how?

David thought for a few moments trying to plan an approach that would calm the girl. He moved back a little on his bed as he shifted into an Indian style sitting position. "You sound like you have a bad cold. Is your throat sore? Let me get you something to make you feel better then we can talk. OK?" He smiled.

Emily didn't know how to respond. He was smiling at her and appeared to be offering a remedy for her sickness. When he sat up straighter she noticed he had no shirt on. She gasped and covered her face with her hands.

David frowned wondering what her problem was now. He looked down at himself, wondering if he suddenly grew a third arm or something. He leaned over, back across the bed and pulled the end table's top drawer open, and grabbed the bag of cough drops then sat back up. "My name is David, what's yours?"

Behind her hands Emily had her eyes tightly closed so she didn't see him move. Then he spoke. His name was David and he asked hers. Again, she hesitated, and then coughed out Emily, at the beginning of another round of coughing.

"OK, Emily, I have some cough drops for you. Hopefully, they should help with your coughing. I can get you some Tylenol to get rid of any headache or muscle aches you might have. Do you feel feverous or chilled?"

Now she was really confused. She wasn't sure what he could be offering that would cure a sickness that Mrs. Harris's remedy had done little to improve. "Who are you and what powers do you have that would produce such remedies?" She cringed at her bold question, not knowing what his reaction would be to her questioning of his offer.

Now it was David's turn to be confused. "I'm no one special, just a design engineer. I don't understand your hesitation? It's only cough drops and Tylenol, common medicines for a cold. They'll make you feel better. Please, just take one." He said offering her the cough drops again, "I promise they won't hurt you." Still she hesitated. Thinking she might be afraid of his intensions. "Tell you what," he said, "I'll put two in my hand, you pick which one and I'll take the other. Deal?"

Emily was surprised at his calm demeanor, not that she understood very much of what he was saying, but she had to address the reason for her hands covering her eyes first. "I cannot remove my hands. You are unclothed and a lady would not look upon a man that is not her husband in such a state." She barely got that statement out before her lungs constricted and more coughing began.

David was stunned. He looked down at himself and then back to the trembling girl. Not only was she dressed as though she was from another era, but the way she spoke was so strange. Now, she has this moral concern about his lack of a shirt? "OK, Emily, if I put on a shirt and my jeans will you then take something for that cold of yours?" David stated in as calming a manner as possible.

Again, Emily was surprised at how calm and accommodating 'David' was being. She couldn't decide if he was being nice or had some evil intent. She hesitated. He had said shirt, that was correct, but what were 'jeans'? She hoped breeches. He had called her sickness –cold, and seemed to want to help, but he was still a stranger and she was uncertain if she could trust him. But then he would not have offered to take one of the pills himself if he did have evil intensions. She finally responded to his offer with a hesitant "Yes."

Happy with her answer, he rolled over to the opposite side of the bed, stood up and flicked on the overhead light.

There was the sound of some movement from the bed, followed by a drawer opening and closing, then the faint sounds of clothes rustlings. She was shocked by the faint but distinctive sound of water flowing then just as quickly stop. She decided to open her eyes and chance a quick look from between her fingers. It was very much lighter, as though the room was suddenly open to the noon day sun. She squinted; adjusting her eyes to the new strong light as she quickly looked all around the room.

What she saw made her gasp. It was nothing like her room in Mrs. Harris's boardinghouse. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. The brightness, the furnishings, the large size, it was shocking. He then reappeared from a doorway behind which was another unusually bright light. He was tall, taller than her, and of a pleasing stature. She gasped at her own thoughts as she fell into another fit of coughing.

As he returned to his bedroom from his bathroom with a glass of water, a bottle of Tylenol, the bag of cough drops and a box of tissues, he was happy to see her looking at him through her fingers. "Am I suitability attired, my lady?" He tried not to let the sarcasm seep through his tone. Her hands slid down off her face to her knees. He came around and sat on the edge of the bed a few feet from her position on the floor and waited for a reaction. For the first time, he really looked at her face. A pair of big, bright, blue green, watery eyes pulled away from the overhead light to regard him warily. The face was squarest; a pale clear porcelain complexion was graced with a rosy flush across her cheek bones. Centering the apprehensive face was a cute little, slightly upturned nose which was rather red and running at the moment. Somehow, she had a familiar look about her that he couldn't place, and he could see that under the red nose, watery eyes, and snot covered cheeks, she was attractive. He smiled his warmest most trustworthy smile.

Emily didn't understand the source of the bright light from the ceiling of the room, but her attention was drawn to him. He was taller and more handsome than most men she had seen. She dismissed that thought and watched him warily as he returned with a small brightly colored blue container which she hoped had the water she heard flowing. Plus, a small bottle of something, probably the 'medicines' he was referring to. Also, he had a small very odd bag that appeared clear, like glass but was flexible like cloth or paper and covered in multi-colored printing. Also, she noticed a small box with small printing she could not read and blue paper sticking out the top. She was relieved to see he was now more fully dressed, but in very thin tight garments that revealed more than she was used to seeing. He stopped a few feet from her and sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled at her. She knew at some point she should accept his efforts to help her. She studied his face, short dark brown slightly wavy hair, very neatly clipped, straight nose, strong chin line, soft brown eyes under perfectly shaped eyebrows on a slightly prominent brow. The odd thing she noticed was what looked to be a number of days of evenly shaped whisker growth, but too short to be a beard. It seemed out of place to her given the rest of his very neat appearance. It surprised her that she found him….umm, attractive? She thought there was an odd tone to his comment about his new attire, but responded. "Thank you, Sir". He was not the type of man she was used to seeing but there was something about how he looked at her, the look in his eyes, the smile, which gave her the confidence to relax a small amount and return his smile.

David was surprised and pleased to see his smile returned although a bit tentatively. He set the bag of cough drops and the tissues on the bed beside him. He tried to hand her the tissue box. She looked at him blankly. Odd reaction, he thought. He pulled out a couple of tissues. "Go ahead, dry your eyes and wipe your nose." He waited for her to finish. He then moved a little closer to her and reached out with the cup of water and the small bottle of Tylenol, trading them for the tissues.

The blue paper he offered her was much softer than she expected and it worked very well for what he said to use it for. She handed him back the soft paper and took the bottle and the small blue container, looked inside and saw it was water. She took a sip, then another; it was cool on her throat, very clear, clean, and tasted wonderful. "Thank you," she said as she looked at him and smiled cautiously. She looked at the small white bottle in her hand. It was not glass, metal or even crockery, so she hesitated. In large black letters it had Pain Reliever & Fever Reducer printed on the side. She marveled at the bottle, wondering where it came from and how could it do what was so clearly printed on it?

David continued to smile at her, but he was starting to really wonder what her deal was….."I'll hold the cup for you while you open the bottle." He moved closer to her, reached over, and she handed him back the blue container. He watched her spin the top around a couple of times. "It's a childproof cap" he said.

Emily looked at the bottle again and then back to David. "I don't know what that means."

David was a little confused. Where had this girl been all her life that she didn't know about childproof caps? "I'll help you." And they swapped containers. He aligned the cap with the bottle at the tabs and held it out for her to see. "You must have seen childproof caps before?" He asked the question with a slight edge clearly evident in his tone. She looked at him blankly, saying nothing. He popped the cap off and shook out two pills. "Here," he said then hesitated for a second. "You do know you swallow these whole with the water? Don't chew them; they'll taste bad." Again, all he received was a blank look. He thought he was dealing with a child. Then a thought hit him and he got real nervous. Maybe she was 'special' and had somehow run away and somehow got in ... no … no … no … couldn't be. The eyes, the overall look to her face, there was fear, but intelligence was clearly reflected in the expressions and the rather strange speech patterns and vocabulary.

Emily watched as David easily manipulated the cap and then he showed her the bottle and indicated where two very difficult to see bumps lined up. Then he asked if she had seen such a container before. She just looked at him not knowing what to say. He seemed a little irritated with her. He dropped two small white oval pills into his hand and offered them to her. An odd look came over his face and he explained not to chew them but swallow them with the water because they would taste bad. She was not too concerned with taste after Mrs. Harris's remedy, nothing could taste worse. She reached into his hand and took the two small pills, put them in her mouth, took a larger sip of the water and both pills easily slipped down her throat. No bad taste just the cool, sweet tasting water. She smiled at him, but was surprised at the look of concern on his face.

David was really getting apprehensive about what he was getting himself into with this girl. He reached into the cough drop bag taking one out. He decided he better unwrap it before handing it to her. "Now, these you suck on and let them melt in your mouth. They don't taste bad if you chew them, but they are more effective if you let them melt slowly. They are mostly for your sore throat, understand?"

Emily nodded and popped the small oval pill in her mouth and almost immediately there was a strong fruit flavor that was very nice. She smiled again. "This tastes wonderful; I never had a remedy for sickness that tasted so good." At this point, she wasn't going to think about where David got these remedies, his common medicines as he called them, she just wanted relief from the sickness. She knew she would soon have to focus on this odd circumstance she found herself in.