Francis stared at the deranged woman, "Excusez-moi?" He narrowed his eyes at the mud covered woman.

"Everyone knows that," she looked at him as though he had a second head, "well people who pay attention. Let's be honest, most people don't."

The Frenchman measured the woman's actions as she approached the horse tentatively as though it was a foreign object. "Madame," he reached out and pulled her nearer the horse, "this is Antoine, I assure you he will not bite." Motioning to the saddle he continued, "I will mount then you will you sit behind me." Normally he would not have hesitated to make a dirty joke, but now was not the time.

Taking her hand he nodded with a smile, "take my hand, now where are you from?" He asked as he hoisted her into the saddle and positioned himself in front of her. "Madame, now where do you live?"

Tess tensed as she sat awkwardly. "Uh- I'm uh, from Boston." She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around the man as the horse started moving.

"Then you are in luck, I am returning to France," he spoke putting the horse into a gallop, "first we shall stop at an inn where you may have a pair of fresh clothes."

Not hearing her reply he turned his head only to see her head slumped against his back, she's asleep. France placed his left hand atop of hers to ensure that she did not fall off the horse, that would be unfortunate, not to mention Prussia would never let him live it down.

"Be gentle to the ladies, and be gentle to the earth." He reminded himself as he urged the horse towards the nearest stagecoach inn.

Tess resisted the urge to rub her eyes as she woke up to find herself on a bed in an old eighteenth-century inn; looking down at her mud-encrusted legs she jumped off the bed and startled the Frenchman who had fallen asleep on a nearby chair.

"Shit!" Jumping back she put as much distance between her and the man as was possible; she grabbed her blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. It had not occurred to her until now that she was only in her cookie monster night shirt and pineapple shorts.

Taking in deep breaths, she watched as the man stretched his arms and woke up. "Ah, you're awake," motioning to the tub to her side he nodded, "that is for you. I have secured some clothes for you; they are boy's clothes, but they should fit."

"I don't even know your name," she took in a sharp breath, "for all I know you could be some crazy ax murderer."

The man let out a deep throaty laugh that sounded like, well a stereotypical French laugh. Tess tilted her head as the man wiped a tear from his eye.

"I assure you I am no ax murderer; I leave that to Matthias." Holding out a rose he smiled, "My name is Francis Bonnefoy, I will leave you to bathe and dress. Ring this bell when you have finished."

Tess watched like a scared deer as the man left the room. Walking over to the tub her heart sank, "you have got to be kidding me. I'm in the middle of a freaking reenactment." Dipping her finger into the water she was pleased to see that it was not too hot, "at least I won't scald myself."

There was a pair of brown breeches matched with what seemed like an undershirt and plain off-white shirt with a vest. "There's even a tricorn hat. But no bra, seriously?" She looked for at least some underwear, not seeing any her heart sunk even further. This guy takes his reenactment seriously.

Making sure that the door was locked she placed a chair under the door handle to be confident that no one walks in while she took her bath. She set to washing her underwear, "there's no way I am going without underwear."

With the water now lukewarm she cringed as she climbed into the water. When I get home, I am killing both Becky and Kari. While she washed her hair she contemplated the pros and cons of murder, their idea of fun was most definitely not fun.

"I hate baths; showers are much more sanitary." She grumbled as she rinsed her hair off before grabbing what she assumed to be a towel. Drying her body, she then wrapped the towel around her head and checked her clothes to see if they were dry. Tess let out a sigh of relief to see that they were dry enough to wear.

Now that that was taken care of she saw that a piece of cloth had fallen to the floor, it appeared to be a bandage. "How thoughtful." She muttered before grabbing the towel and wrapping it around her chest. That would have to work until she could get home and get a proper bra.

When she finished, she took up the bell and stared at it before deciding that it was safe to ring. Repositioning the vest she took up the coat and slipped it on as the door opened.

"Do you happen to have a comb?" She motioned to her tangled hair that rested just below her shoulder, "I mean as much as I love knots in my hair."

"Oui," he replied taking a comb out of his waistcoat pocket he handed it to the woman. "You look beautiful."

"Oh, uh thank you." She felt awkward as he just stood there watching her comb out her hair. "My name's Tess Jones, I mean I know your name so you should probably know mine."

Handing the comb back to Francis she stepped back and flipped her hair upside down a few times before standing up to see him looking at her strangely, "so when are we going to Boston. I know you're busy with your reenactment, but I'd like to go home?"

France looked at the girl observing her curious green eyes, "mon cheri, we will be leaving right away." Tossing her a pair of gloves he continued, "for safety your name will be Adam. Adam Jones. If you keep your surname, you will be able to remember your alias much easier."

Holding the door open he looked in surprise to see the girl snort in laughter.

"Seriously? Are we going all James Bond now? You're a crack up." She pulled her hair into a low ponytail before slipping her hat on her head, "oh why am I dressed like a boy?"

"Pardon?" Francis blinked trying to make sense of her strange lingo, "oh the innkeeper thought you were an unsavory character, to preserve your dignity I told them that you were simply a young apprentice that had fallen unconscious."

"They thought I was a- you know nevermind..." Tess shifted uncomfortably, "I understand that you are hoping to keep up with the reenactment but, I assume we're driving to Boston."

"Oui, it is after all the least suspicious way of entering the city." Pulling out a set of documents he handed them to Tess, "these are your papers proving your citizenship of Boston. It appears that you lost yours in the storm."

Opening the papers she smiled in thanks, "I appreciate this, and I'm glad you didn't turn out to be some crazy psycho who tried to kill me and stuff my body in a dumpster." She looked up to gauge his reaction to making sure that he was not some insane person, he was after all French.

"Don't worry; I was joking." Tess raised her hands when she noticed the confused look on the man's face, "but look this reenactment is getting old. I do appreciate the authenticism; I am after all a history minor at Harvard, so I do appreciate this."

Noting his confused look she continued, "not many people would choose to reenact the year 1765, it's a vague year. But that was when the Son's of Liberty formed so I can respect that."

Francis opened his mouth before closing it; this young woman was beginning to worry him. "It is 1765; I am not sure what it is you are inferring."

"No, it's not 1765, it's 2016." Her heart began to race again, "here I'll show you. Look out the window. Don't you see the cars and-" She trailed off seeing the carriages and nothing that remotely resembled the 21st century. "No. I am dreaming. This has to be a dream. It's June 7, 2016."

Francis watched the young woman's face turn ashen. He knew better than to ignore this woman's claim, in all his time as a county he was able to recognize when someone was speaking the truth. "Mademoiselle, do not panic it will be alright. I believe you, strange as your story seems. We will sort this out."

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First of all, thank you to all of you! This is a story that I have been working on for a while, and I'm really happy to know that you like it; every time I see someone has favorited, read, or even looked at this story it honestly makes my day. I know that Tess seemed relatively calm for finding out that she was in 1765, and it may seem crazy that she didn't put two and two together until now, but I doubt most people would assume that they had gone back in time. Cause, it is impossible unless you're the Doctor or Doc Brown.

I'm going to do my best to keep Tess from becoming a Mary Sue, and I promise that she does have her flaws. Please please let me know what you think. If you have any questions feel free to PM me! Oh and don't worry, you'll be seeing America real soon. Cheers! 

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