Chapter 2

Then, she snapped into action, breathing life into this handsome golden adonis. He sputtered, spitting out water before taking his first big gasp of breath. Gratified, she looked down on him, smiling her relief as he opened his eyes briefly, mumbled something, then his eyes closed again. Even for that brief moment, she had to catch her breath. His eyes were the brightest most crystal blue she had ever seen!
She hefted the man upward to lean on her shoulder, as she walked back to her home, Urquhart castle.
Lyon came running. "What's happened, lass?" he asked panicked.
"Not to me, Lyon but to this poor man. Help me get him up to my room. No buts about it."
"Aye, my lady", he acquiesced.
Later, when the man was finally settled down in the warmth of her bed, the fire blazing in her fireplace warming him up. Nick opened his eyes and looked around. He saw a beautiful girl sleeping in a chair right by his bed. He made a sound, and instantly she was awake. He wondered who she was.
She smiled when she saw he was awake. I am Aislinn Stuart, sir. Who are you? Ye gave quite a scare staying unconcious as long as ye did."
His blue gaze raked up and down this beautiful regal girl. "My name is Nickolas Gene Carter, miss. How did I get here?"
"Miss? Nay, I am the lady of the castle. I dinna know how ye got here, my lord, but you were drowning in loch Ness, so I went and brought ye back ashore."
"Forgive me, my lady, I'm in Scotland? Whew! I gotta go and call the guys! Do ya have a phone?" She frowned. "Nay, I dinna believe so. What is a Fone? A new weapon? A sword that will replace our notorious two handed claymore?"
"What? You don't know what a phone is?
"I am afraid not."
Nick sighed. "A phone, or rather telephone is an instrument through which you can talk to people far away and they to you."
"Strange, even in my backwater I would here of a new invention. One thing I do know is that the blasted English king thinks he can rule the world. Well, Longshanks shall never rule the realm of the daughter of the King of the highlands!"
"Longshanks? I heard of him in Braveheart. The story was set in... Oh my god. What year is it?"
Aislinn looked at him quizically. "Why 'tis the year of our lord 1232. Whatever do you need to know that for?"
"My god," he paled. "Where I come from, it's the year of our lord 2000."
Now it was her turn to turn pale. "Ye cannot be lying about something so magical and otherworldly. I believe you, Nickolas."
The sound of her saying his name sent his senses reeling.
"Thank ye, my wee lassie," he said softly.
Then he leaned his face and touched his lips to hers. Her lips parted instictively, and softened. His lips moved over hers, just as she was starting to respond. God this is sweetness itself, she thought silently, and then gasped in shock as his tongue went into her mouth. She broke away, blushing madly.
"Nickolas, ye shall not lick me again."
He laughed. So, he thought. This girl is as innocent as I am. What a fine pair we make. I would give anything to date her if we were in my time.

She went and slept on the hearth by the fire, and he slept in her bed. Her beautiful visage was the last thing he saw in his mind before he fell asleep.

That morning Nick awoke to a warm chamber, and sunlight blazing through the open-shuttered windows. And there, lying on her pallet by the fire, was the beautiful girl who had saved his life. Sleeping soundly, she looked like an angel with impossibly long and thick eyelashes, fringing on her smooth cheeks. About ten minutes later, she started to stir. She woke to find his intense blue gaze on her.


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