St. Augustine, Florida - 2011AD It had been three days since the incident in the car. Harrison was going insane through lack of sleep and total frustration that Gemma was nowhere to be found. He'd spent most of Tuesday scanning the school for her. Apparently she had been there, but in none of her usual places. He found out on Wednesday morning that she'd actually gone to the nurse during History.

She was avoiding him and doing an expert job at it. By Thursday lunchtime he was ready to tear his hair out. Having refined his apology speech, he didn't think he could go another day without delivering it.

Heading to the library for the third lunchtime in a row, he planned to wait by the door. Surely her old pattern would resume eventually. He spotted Courtney on his way and she gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Still can't find her?"

"What's she doing? Spending her lunches hiding in the girls' locker room?"

"Quite possibly." Courtney twirled a curl around her finger. "Maybe you could try..."

The girl's brown eyes sparkled as she pointed behind him. Harrison whipped around and glimpsed Gemma as she spun on her heel and ran in the opposite direction.

"Gotta go."

"Good luck."

Harrison sprinted down the hall and around the corner. Gemma had already disappeared, but he wasn't ready to give up. Ducking around people, he headed in what he thought was the right direction. The next hallway was empty. He dropped his head with a sigh then heard the click of a door.

He looked towards the janitor's closet and frowned. Surely she wouldn't go to those lengths.

A grin jumped over Harrison's face.

"Oh yes she would," he whispered.

Opening the door, he stepped into the dimly lit s.p.a.ce in time to see Gemma take a deep breath and disintegrate.

"Gemma!"

Pushing the cleaning cart out of his way, he knelt beside the pile of clothing left in her place. With shaking hands, he collected them up. His heart thundered in his ears as he re-captured the image of gold dust particles spiraling into the air.

Rapid breaths punched out of his lungs as he tried to wrap his brain around the impossible.

Would she come back?

Was that the last time he would ever see her?

The loss was intense, but not enough to over-ride the mix of horror and wonderment churning inside him.

He wasn't sure how long he crouched in muted silence before the room suddenly grew still. He jumped from his spot and held his breath. A moment later Gemma stood before him. A grimace of pain crossed her face before she opened her eyes.

"Oh!" She quickly pulled the cleaning cart in front of her.

"Gemma." Harrison licked his lips. "Gemma, what... what just happened? You disappeared. You... you vanished! And now you're here. You're... you're here and you're... you're... naked!"

"Give me my clothes!" She reached through the mop and broom handles and yanked them from his grasp. "Would you turn around, please?"

Shaking his head, he spun on his heel and stared, wide eyed, at the shelf of cleaning agents. He listened to the rustle of clothes being yanked on. His breathing was still irregular. He ran a hand through his hair and quelled the urge to pace. There wasn't exactly room.

"Okay, you can turn around."

She pushed the cart to the side and ran a hand down her hair. It was draped over her shoulder. He'd never seen it down before and he took a moment to admire it before shaking his head and getting back to reality.

Reality? What a joke!

"Harrison." She reached for his arm.

He flinched. "Don't..."

She dropped her hand. The resignation in her eyes was heart breaking.

He took in a few deep breaths and scanned the room, unable to make eye contact. "I take it you've done... this," he pointed his finger at her and around the room, "before."

"Once or twice," she almost chuckled.

"Is this what you do every time you take off to the bathroom?"

"Not every time." Her voice was small.

"Where did you...? What happened to your body? I mean, how...?"

Gemma bit the inside of her cheek.

Let me guess, you can't tell me.

He pinched his temples between his thumb and forefinger. Maybe if he squeezed his brain out, he might be able to re-scramble it in order to comprehend this bizarre discovery.

"I... I don't know what to do with this." He turned and reached for the door.

"No, wait!" Gemma grabbed his arm. "Harrison, listen to me. You can't tell anybody about this."

"Gem," he scoffed, "who would ever believe me?"

"Please."

The panic in her eyes surprised him. Sudden understanding followed.

"This secret's a dangerous one, isn't it?"

She nodded.

"Life and death dangerous?"

"So I've been told." She looked scared.

It knocked the breath out of him. Against his will, he was falling for a girl who played on death's doorstep. This wasn't real!

"I'll guard this secret with my life. I promise." He felt the words were a little cheesy, but his voice was solemn. He knew he would do anything to protect her, no matter how weird she was. "I just have one condition."

She bit the inside of her cheek.

"I want to know what I'm protecting."

Her mouth dropped open.

"After school today, you tell me everything."

Her eyes worked through a plethora of emotions as she formed her next sentence. He couldn't be sure, but he thought he spotted a flutter of relief.

"Anastasia State Park. Meet me on the beach at four."

"I'll be there." He gave her a curt nod then turned on his heel. Stepping into the hallway, he tried to stop his head from spinning as he contemplated what awaited him at four o'clock on the beach.

Chapter Eleven.

Anastasia State Park, Florida - 2011AD By some miracle, the beach was empty. Gemma buried her toes into the white sand as she sat waiting for her imminent doom. The water wavered out a peaceful lullaby, but it did nothing to soothe her tattered nerves. She had to admit that being able to finally spill her truth was going to be a relief, but how would he take it?

History had been torture. She figured she may as well go today, but wished she'd pulled another sicky. She'd been blaming period pain all week and the nurse hadn't even questioned her, just handed her a heat pack and sent her to lie down.

Harrison hadn't looked at her once during cla.s.s. When Mr. Lomax dismissed them he had bolted for the door. She'd raced to the beach, not wanting to keep him waiting, but he hadn't been there. In some ways it was good. It gave her time to think about what she was going to say. She started to wonder if he'd turn up at all, but was too afraid to turn around and look.

Eventually the sand beside her moved as Harrison took a seat. She didn't want to look at him, but couldn't resist a quick glance. He rested his elbows on his knees and entwined his fingers. She saw straight through his casual posture. His shoulder muscles were bunched for her reveal. She felt her gut plummet. He'd never want to speak to her again after this.

She drew in a breath.

"Before you say anything..." Harrison ran a hand through his hair. "I need to tell you that... Look whatever it is that you are, I'm pretty sure it's not a witch. I don't feel cursed."

He still wouldn't look at her. Gemma was almost grateful. She was sure her birthmark was glowing right now. She rubbed the spot on her collarbone and cleared her throat.

"So what do you want to know?" She had toyed with the idea of making up a story, even spent most of history running through some plausible ones, but after his sort of apology, all she wanted to do was tell him the truth.

He let out a deep sigh, brushed a thick strand of hair behind his ear and sent his piercing gaze her way.

"Let's start with the basics. What are you?"

"Okay." She licked her lips. "I'm human. I just have extra abilities. No one knows exactly where our kind came from. The electus, that's the chosen seven, they arrived about 150 BC. They just appeared on earth and were found by this couple, Lucia and Quintus. They took them in and raised them."

"The electus?"

"Yeah, according to the legend, they were the first of the spatia spiritus."

"The what?"

Gemma shook her head and frowned. "Spatia spiritus. It's Latin. It means... time spirit."

"Time spirit?"

"See, I can..." She closed her eyes, steeling herself against the urge to run. "Travel through time."

Harrison's eyes grew wide. "You can..." He blinked slowly then laughed. "Time travel's not possible, Gemma."

"It is if you have the right blood."

"The right blood." He nodded and looked out to the horizon, his face colored with disbelief. "Time travel."

Gemma nodded.

"Like Back to the Future?"

"Not exactly. For one, I can't go into the future, I can only travel back in time and secondly, I don't need a Delorion."

The joke was completely lost on him.

"You're serious."

She nodded again and he turned to stone. He stared at the ocean, his eyes wide, his lips partially open. Gemma held her breath expecting to see him stand from the sand and run screaming back to his Stingray, but he just sat there like a gob-smacked statue.

"You may want to think about breathing some time soon," she said, anxious for his health and an end to the ominous silence.

"Just give me a second here." Very slowly he drew in a deep breath, held it for way too long, then released it. "So you are capable of breaking your body down into gold dust then re-attaching it back together in another time?"

Gemma nodded, too afraid to speak.

"So, right now, if I wanted to, you could take me to, I don't know, Rome, 82 AD?"

"You want to be a gladiator or something?"

"No, I've just always wanted to see the Colosseum in action." He sounded wistful.

"Well, I'm sorry, but it doesn't work like that. I don't have any control over when I go or where I go and I could never take anyone with me. I don't even know if normal humans could survive the transition."

"So, if you don't control it, who does?"

"My Dad. He calls us, sends us, brings us back home."

"Us, as in your whole family?"

"The five of us." She nodded.

Harrison's head slowly bobbed as he listened. "You travel through time.... So, not an alien, but still very weird."