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A/N: I just finished reading "The Time Traveler's Wife" a few weeks ago and this plot bunny was born. There's also a brilliant video on youtube that furthered the inspiration. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter I: The First Time

Things never happen in an exact order. Some happen in reverse, while others happen in a much more magical and complicated way.

October 30, 2005 (Connor, 21)

It was sometime after three in the morning when Connor was headed home to the flat he shared with his two classmates and friends, Jena Veeve and her brother, Tyler. Connor had finished celebrating his twenty-first birthday with them a bit ago; and despite Tom and Duncan's offer to spend the night on the sofa, Connor had decided to return to his flat. Tom, Duncan, Tyler, and Jena had taken him out for dinner and drinks, followed by a Star Wars marathon at Tom and Duncan's, which, Jena and Tyler had bailed on half-way in.

After the conclusion of Star Wars Episode VI: Return of the Jedi, Tom, Duncan, and Connor had gotten into talks of what the latest news on the forums was. There had been several disappearances in and around the Forest of Dean, not to mention creature sightings of rather large animals murdering livestock just outside the area. Tom suggested government experiments, while Duncan and Connor both agreed on alien visitations to the area in question.

Connor was about to turn to cross the street to get to the little road that led to his flat, when something caught his eye.

He turned to his left to further examine what caught his attention. Connor was at a loss of words to be witnessing something he'd only thought possible in the world of science-fiction.

Multiple emotions overcame Connor as he found himself inching closer and closer to the strange, glowing orb with, what appeared to be shards of glass. There was an odd noise that was emanating from the large light orb; a mix of glass scrapping and muffled cricket noises.

Connor felt half-excited that his secret desire to be abducted by aliens may finally become a reality, while another part of him wanted to figure out how to examine this odd light more closely.

"Take me to your leader." He grinned as he stepped toward the glowing orb.

June 17, 1990 (Abby, 4; Connor, 21)

ABBY:

Abby padded down the stairs to the backyard and scrambled to her little safe haven in the woods, as fast as her tiny feet could carry her. Tears were streaming down her face, her breath coming short and ragged as she hid.

She could feel the handprint from her father's smack still heavy on her cheek and her leg throbbed, from where he'd hit her with his belt.

She hadn't meant to drop the bowl. It was hot in the house and her hands had been sweating. The glass bowl had slipped. She had held her breath when it had hit and shattered into many pieces on the floor, hoping no one had heard it.

That was when her father had come lumbering into the kitchen with his bottle of what he'd been drinking and began shouting.

Abby began to cry new tears as she realized that she couldn't hide out here for much longer. Her mother would soon be home with her baby brother, Jack, and would wonder where she'd gone.

Abby jumped at a thumping sound nearby, worried that someone had found her secret hideout. She waited a few seconds and then poked her head out from under the brush to see an odd man lying face down in the dirt, muttering something that sounded like "ow."

Abby wiped the tears from her eyes, smearing the dirt that was caked on her hands on her face, as she crawled out a little further to see if the man was dead or alive.

"Hello? Are you dead, mister?" She asked quietly, shaking him.

CONNOR:

'Famous last words.' He mentally scolded himself.

Connor hadn't planned on falling down a hill when he'd been abducted.

He'd landed in a pile of leaves, face down. The pain was a bit delayed and he couldn't help but wonder if the aliens used concussions as a way to confuse their abductees before experimenting on them.

"Ow." He groaned

Connor lay face down for a few seconds, waiting for the dizziness to recede even slightly.

He felt someone shaking him.

"Hello?" A little girl's voice had asked.

Maybe he was kidnapped by alien girl scouts! This might not end well.

"Are you dead, mister?" The voice asked again.

Connor pushed himself up to get some air and came face to face with a little blonde-haired girl, who was maybe five, give or take a few years. Her hair was perfectly medium length between her shoulders and ear lobes. She donned a little green tank-top with jean shorts.

Warm weather clothing for November?

That's when Connor noticed the temperature change. It was much warmer here than it had been before he'd gotten too close to the glowing orb. It also seemed to be nearly sunset. Where'd he end up?

"Are you dead, mister?" The little girl asked again with a sniffle.

"N—no, at least I don't think I am. I had a bit of a fall is all." He replied, rubbing his head, glancing up the hill.

"So did the bowl." The little girl muttered.

"Sorry?" Connor asked confused.

"I made Daddy mad." She sniffled again.

Connor examined the girl's appearance more closely, noticing a fading, red handprint on the little girl's cheek, she also seemed to be grasping her leg.

He felt bad for her.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Mommy said I shouldn't talk to strangers." She replied, rubbing her eyes with her arm, smearing more dirt across her face.

'Bit late for that.' Connor bit his tongue.

"Fair enough." He nodded and held out his hand with a smile. "I'm Connor by the way."

The little girl glanced at him amusedly.

"Abby."

Connor could've sworn he saw a smile tickle at her small lips.

"Why are you in the woods by my back yard?" Abby asked curiously.

"I saw something on my way home, thought it might be aliens, and got too close, and well, here I am." He beamed.

Connor watched as Abby rocked backwards onto her backside and crossed her legs, so she was sitting Indian-style on the ground and did the same.

"Aliens?" She asked.

"Yeah, you know, Martians, creatures from another world?"

Connor took her confused look as a hint to drop that explanation.

"Are you from another world?" She asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Me? Nope, I'm definitely an Earthling."

"Are you a knight?" She asked.

"A knight?" Connor asked, trying to contain his excitement.

Abby nodded. "Mommy reads me bedtime stories about knights rescuing dam—dam—princesses, sometimes."

Connor didn't want to lie to the girl; but she seemed to be in need of cheering up. Who was he to deny her of that?

"Of sorts" He smiled.

"You came to rescue me?" She asked.

"I can keep an eye on you, if ya like." Connor spoke, trying not to get too involved in the charade.

"That's what fairy godmothers are for." Abby frowned.

"I'm a special knight, though." Connor glanced at his watch, Jena and Tyler must be wondering if he's killed over by now. He needed to climbed the hill and retrace his steps.

"Listen, Abby, I've got to get home, so my fellow knights don't worry about me."

She looked as though someone had told her the worst news imaginable.

"You'll come back, won't you?" She cried, jumping to her feet and flinging her little arms around Connor's neck.

"I'll do my best." Connor answered, awkwardly returning the hug.

"Abigail!" Abby's father's gruff voice, called from the back porch.

"Guess it's time for both of us to leave, eh?" Connor tried to force a smile.

"Can I come with you?" Abby pleaded.

"I'm still a ways away from my own home." Connor stood, towering over the little girl.

Abby sniffled.

"I'll see you again, yeah?" Connor said, his promise sounding more like a question.

Abby grinned through her tears. "Promise?"

Connor smiled and nodded.

"I'll see ya later, Abby." He smiled before gently patting her on the head and retracing his steps to where he'd begun falling down the hill.

ABBY:

Abby had waited a few seconds before scurrying up the hill to look for the knight.

Just as she reached the top of the hill she'd watched him climb, Abby watched the man named Connor step into a ball of light, which then disappeared into thin air.

"He's an angel." She decided, gaping at the empty space in wonder; her father's angry voice dim in the background.

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