Clara's POV

Looking back at all the things that had happened so far, something deep down inside me told me that I wouldn't be going back to my own time. Obviously because this had happened to another person and she even chose to stay here and marry. Would I really be ok here? I had made it so far and it seemed like I wouldn't be surprised that I wouldn't want to return home.

James was very respectable, and I did want to marry him but was it right for me to? Would I be denying another person a happy lifetime with him? Or maybe this is how it was supposed to turn out all along? Looking out the window, I saw Fanny was hot on James heel. She was mad that I had taken the place she had been wanting for so long. He kept himself calm, but it wasn't hard to tell that she was beginning to get on his nerves.

Then Jane comes up to them and pulls Fanny away from James. If it were possible, Fanny would have smoke coming out of her ears. That only happens in the cartoons and I know that but still it would make this situation more comical than sad. James looked up and his eyes met mine. For a moment I thought he might roll them but instead he smiled and made his way into the house.

Turning around, I make my way to the stairs and look down into the hall just as James closes the door.

"Was she begging you to leave me?" I question as I looked down to him.

"She had words along those lines, none of which I entertained. You are to be my wife, I care little for what others think or say." He replied quickly as I walked down the stairs to meet him. "You wish to see the church?"

"Yes, I'd rather not go to the same one that has some very bad memories."

Gently he took my arm and wrapped it around his. Pulling me to look him face to face. He carefully caresses my cheek and smiles.

"You will never have to face any of those memories again." He assures me as we walk right out the door and passed a still very mad Fanny.

Within just an hour we arrive at the church. It was larger than the one before. It looked regaler, walking up the stairs we were greeted by a man named Father Brown, someone who James had known for quite a long time. Father Brown was a tall yet plump man with greying hair and a small pair of glasses, he reminded me of someone, but I couldn't quite put my finger on who.

"Right this way, the ceremony would take place in three weeks' time as you requested Mr. Plumtree, the decorations would be whatever you chose to put up and the others in the church would put them up for you as well." Father Brown began to explain.

However, I was distracted by the large stain glass window right down the center aisle as the focus of the church. It was a depiction of Jesus and he looked so kind, so forgiving and understanding. Before I could even stop myself, I was standing before the window and looking up at the piece in awe. It was so beautiful that I didn't have the words to describe it.

"Father Brown, thank you for all of your help. I am glad we could get here to Kemble shire and make all the arrangements. You have done far more than I ever expected." I could hear James say as I barely turn and see him shake hands with the father and begin to walk up to me. "Is this all to your agreement?"

"I never thought about marriage, honestly I had been so busy with other things in my life, marriage never even crossed my eyes." I reply as I look back to the window. "Maybe I felt like it would never happen to me, the time where I come from, marriage isn't as important there as it is here."

James gently took my hand and turned me into his embrace. I felt so grateful to have him there with me. I felt like a part of me was lost and with his help I could make sense of more things in this time. His finger placed under my chin gently applied pressure having me look up into his eyes.

"This time or any other, I would marry you and nothing will ever change that." He tells me as he leans in and kisses me.

I believed him, my heart felt something I hadn't felt before. Complete and utter trust in the man before me. How could things have changed so much? If I never knew him or came to this time, I would still be doing the same old thing and making up excuses not to have an adventure. Now here, he stood before me with a lifetime of adventures ahead of us.

A few days had passed. Jane has busy telling me any and all things that would be expected of me once I walked down that aisle. Even things that I would have to do before that. I even did the walking with books on my head cliché. It was easier than I thought as well. Before everything happened though, Jane wanted me to talk with the other woman from a time different than the one I was in now. However, she had been detained since she was now expecting a baby and put on their version of bed rest.

"Grace and beauty, remember those two words and nothing can fail you." Jane said as she didn't look up from the letter she was writing while I walked around with books on my head.

"I feel I am a far cry from either of those my dear friend, balancing books on my head is one thing but what about the way I speak? That can't be changed overnight." I sigh taking the books off my head.

"You are an American, that excuse will take you far. Trust me and Plumtree, he would never lead you astray." She says as she looks up at me for just a moment. "Ready to try that with your dress on? It came already just a few hours ago."

Nodding, I grin widely as she comes up to me and takes me to another room in this massive house. This house had so many rooms I really thought that a map would come in handy one day. She took the gown out from behind the massive mirror that was in the room. It was beautiful and I was speechless. Shocking, I know. She helped me put the gown on carefully because she told me the material was very delicate. Turning me around to look in the mirror, my hands went right to my mouth in shock. I looked like I belonged here, finally I had found a place where I felt I was wanted. Tears threatened to come down as Jane smiled behind me.

"It was truly made just for you, there is a secret in it too." Jane says as she takes out the veil and hands it to me carefully pointing out something on it. "I sewed the true year you are from in it, as well as the time of your new home. It is well hidden so there is no need to worry."

I couldn't stop the tears now; my hands traced the number 2015 and I looked up and her and smiled back.

"You have done more for me than anyone in my entire life, I can never repay you for your kindness." I tell her as I pull her into a hug and hold her tightly. "Thank you for everything."

Jane hugged me back, she could tell how emotional I was and decided to let me have this moment.

"You owe me nothing, you have made my life quite the adventure. I thank you for that Clara." She replied as she pulled away and looked at me. "You will be a beautiful bride."

Later that night, a strong storm had come out of nowhere. The lighting cracked and lit up the sky. Rising from my bed, I could sense something bad on the horizon. Going to the window, I could see the trees fighting the strong wind that tried to uproot them. A flicker of light caught my eye though. Looking to it, I saw it was a lantern upon a carriage. It stopped before the house and an all too familiar face came to my sight. Angelica, what was she doing here? Going to the stairs, I looked down as Jane opened the door Angelica was banging on.

"What is it as this time of night?" she questioned as she wiped the sleep from her eyes.

"The Land home is on fire, you are the closest of our neighbors, please come and help us." She begged as she cried into Janes arms. "I couldn't find George or his father, I ran when I smelled smoke."

Coward, that was the first word that came to my mind. As much as I disliked the Land family, I couldn't stand by and let them die. Returning to my room, I dress in a pair of pants, a light shirt and walk down the stairs right past Jane who was still holding Angelica.

"Where are you going?" Jane calls out to me.

"To save the cowards family, wake up James and send him to help as well!" I call back out to her as I make my way to the stables.

Once in the stables, I saw Tom already up and getting a horse saddled, the horse was Achilles. Unsure why he would be doing this so late I went up to Tom and he smiled at me.

"Always putting the safety of others before your own. Be careful miss, this storm be stronger than any I've seen." Tom says handing me the reigns of Achilles as someone else on a horse came forward.

"I'm coming with you, you saved me in the past, I owe a debt to you and there is nothing you can say to talk me out of it." Westly says as he takes off before me.

He didn't give me time to deny him. Quickly hugging Tom, I then mount Achilles. With one kick, Achilles knew just what to do. He took off like the true stallion he was. Achilles was the fastest horse in the stable, he made sure everyone knew it. Holding on tight, we passed Westly and made our way to the Land home. It wasn't long before I could smell smoke, that wasn't a good sign.

"Faster Achilles, I fear we maybe too late." I tell the horse who seems to understand as he pushes himself harder to go faster.

Getting past the woods, the sight before Achilles and I was one that I feared. The back of the house was engulfed in flames. It would be a miracle if anyone survived from the back of the house, still Achilles went forward to the front. Going past the gates, Achilles finally stopped before the horse, no fear showed in his eyes either. He truly was a brave horse. This was madness what I was about to do, the heel of my boot barely touched the cement stairs before the house when two other men came to my side.

"You don't think you are going in there alone do you?" James said as I turned and looked at him, how did he get here so fast?

"We'd better make this quick, the foundation won't last much longer." Westly says as we look to the house slowly being devolved into flames.

"Then let's find these two and get out." I tell them and they nod.

James went in first, followed by me and then Westly. We split only to look around the first floor.

"George Land!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I looked around the parlor and suddenly, I heard a groan from one of the sofas.

Running to it, I look down to see George passed out with a bottle in his hand. Oh, so that's how he handles married life? Isn't that comforting? Grabbing the bottle, I smash it on the ground and that makes him jump in the air and look to me.

"What are you doing here?!" he yells at me in a drunken anger.

"Saving your ass! Or do you wish to die in this house consumed in flames?" I asked as I stared him down.

(Fahter Brown Pictured Above)