Harper

Colt didn't waste any time in walking in the direction of an airport. I was half-asleep and still tried to keep up. Finally Colt just picked me up in his arms, and I gasped slightly at the pain it caused my ribs but I didn't say a thing. Thankfully I fell asleep quickly, and the numbness of unconscious took away the pain.

I woke up in a very odd position, but not as uncomfortable as I thought. My legs were propped up on plastic chairs in a row, and my head was lying on Colt's legs who sat cross-legged sideways on the chair so it was as comfortable as possible. He didn't know I was awake, because he was still lightly stroking my hair, looking at the boards with lights that told us the time of our plane.

I looked at what he was staring at so intently, and saw a news reporter rattling off the situation of the plane crash. Apparently there were no survivors except a perfectly intact gun - the one Dante had from the future. I sighed, trying not to sound too tired and glanced up at Colt. He looked down at me, his face lack with emotion,

"Plasma guns were designed to defect radioactivity, heat, stand the force of 800 G forces per millimeter and run off Co2 levels in the air. This could mean a disaster for this 2015 world, if terrorists get their hands on it. Plus, plasma guns are encoded with DNA samplers, if you don't have the perfected genes, it locks down and nothing can penetrate it."

Halfway through his pointless monologue, I had an odd feeling. You know those feelings where you're not quite sure what it is, but you know it's bad, or at least not pleasant. And then you start dreading the worst.

I blinked a couple of times, then sighed inwardly, cursing. Of course, I was right.

"I have to visit the woman's room. Really bad. Are there any convenience stores around here?" I voiced aloud, sitting up and suddenly conscious of everything my body was doing.

Colt stared at me, obviously displeased with me ignoring his rant. "Harper…?"

I rolled my eyes; time to be blunt again, "Unlike you, I have a vagina. And every 33 days, my uterus rips itself into shreds and I bleed. Now be a good boy and go buy your girlfriend some tampons." I grinned at his face, as angelic as possible, trying not to feel some sort of sadistic pleasure.

Colt took a deep breath, rubbing his eyes tiredly, "You want me to do what?" He probably thought he never had to do this for his other girlfriends. Well reality's a bitch, kid.

"Get the regular ones. Be thankful I'm not heavy," I rattled off, giving him a pleading face.

Colt grimaced. "Harper, you're far from heavy. You're like negative five pounds--"

"That's not what I meant." I had to keep myself from laughing in his face.

"...Oh."

"Yeah. Now hurry up or we're going to have a situation on our hands." Colt stood up grumbling and took some money out of the bag, then started to go but I grabbed his hand. "Get me some chocolate too? The crunchy kind. No nuts!"

Colt stared at me, pursing his lips. "Fine, okay. Just let me go."

I was about to let go of his hand, then tugged again. "Oh! And--"

"Yes?" Colt growled slightly.

I recoiled, frowning at him. "You can stop being an asshole. Do you want your uterus to shed its inner layer painfully every month? Do you want your ovaries to feel like a Lone Shark just attacked them? I didn't think so."

"I don't have a uterus or ovaries," Colt said exasperatedly.

"Well lucky for you then huh?!" I yelped, jabbing in the direction of the stores. "Now go get me my tampons before I go PMS on your ass."

"I think it's a little too late for that," Colt grumbled as he trudged away, like a puppy with his tail between his legs.

"I heard that!" I called after him.

For what seemed like years later, Colt came back, his face beet red and clutching a plastic bag as if he was holding a bomb. He shoved the bag unceremoniously in my hands, as if he couldn't wait to get rid of it. "Here you go. Enjoy."

I stared at him and took the bag, getting up to find a bathroom. "What happened?"

Colt wouldn't look me in the eye. "Nothing." I rolled my eyes and made my way to the ladies' room. "Be careful!" Colt called after me, as if for a second thought.

I looked back, smiling cheekily. "I'm sure I know where to put it." Colt winced and plopped down in the chair, covering his face with his hands.

When I was done with my business, I came back, smiling. It always was refreshing in a way, sort of. Even though you want to cut off the lower half of your body. Colt had even bought a bottle of something called "Midol". The claims on the front of the bottle seemed to fit, so I took two dry and shoved the box of tampons in the bag.

Colt took the bottle and fished out four more tablets. "Here, take these." I stared at him like he was crazy. "I'm trying to...er, sedate you for the plane ride." I looked at the pills in his hand, and figured that was probably a good idea. I took the pills and swallowed them as well.

A couple of hours later, the flight was boarding, and I was a walking zombie who still wanted to cut off the lower half of her body. Colt thankfully carried all our bags and we came to a small line with contraptions and computers. I watched through half-lidded eyes as people put their bags on a counter, and walked through an archway.

I frowned and Colt snorted, and led us around the archways. I was about to protest, and say the 'When in Rome...' line but we were stopped by two guards anyway. They redirected us and Colt glared at them, dragging me along. Putting our bags on the conveyor belt, I was shoved through the archway. Although I wasn't very graceful and ricocheted off the sides. I stumbled and leaned against the other side of the conveyor belt, learning that conveyor belts move the hard way.

When that mini-disaster was finally over, Colt moved me as quickly as possible to the gate. Thankfully it was very late at night, so it was reasonable to be dragging along a half-dead person.

We were finally settled into our seats and I conked out on Colt's shoulder. Beautiful sweet bliss. Pure bliss. Ignorance is a virtue, most definitely.

Of course it doesn't like to last very long. What seemed like only a couple of minutes later, Colt was shaking me because the plane was landing. I sat up straight, the drugs having worn off, and pleasantly proud of myself for not going berserk. And this plane ride going smoothly.

I looked out the window and pouted. Shit. I looked back at Colt and he clasped my hand in his, smiling warmly at me. I smiled back, still wondering about what was going to happen. To us, to the mission, to the world. What we were going to do in England? Was I going to train to fight just like Colt? Get hurt constantly? I definitely wasn't up for it right now, my ribs still being sore. I didn't want to hide all the time, and constantly look over my shoulder. That's why I left the future, so I can stop all that.

But it had just chased me to the past. Some say your past chases you, but I can tell you so does your future. I shook my head, sighing happily as we walked off the plane. We were on solid foreign ground; what a wonderful place to be.

"What do we do now?" I asked. Colt took us to the baggage claim, and grabbed our bag that couldn't be taken on the plane.

"I was thinking of renting a small house close to the country, so we can have some space. Then start building the foundation to our ultimate battle plan for the mission. We need to be smart about this, and I can't have an incompetent imperfect with me. It needs to be exact, and executed precisely to plan. I can't have any mistakes--"

"Hey!" I snapped at him, cutting him off. He just insulted me without even realizing it. "How about instead of thinking ahead, we go buy some clothes?"

"Clothes? Clothes, Harper? I know you're not feeling well but we don't need a shopping spree at the moment!"

"We're running out of personal items! I'm tired of wearing the same outfit for days. These clothes have been through two plane crashes. I want new clothes!" I glared stubbornly at Colt, and he frowned, mulling it over.

"Fine, but quickly. I don't want to waste any time."

I smiled sweetly and grabbed his hand, dragging him along.