Geralt had walked in from the howling weather as a big storm batters the village, he was cold and wet and looking for a good meal and strong drink and a room for the night. He spoke to the innkeeper, who took the coins from the Witcher without much fuss. Most of the eyes were not on him tonight it was on the Bard that was playing a jolly tune that had most of the drinkers under his spell meaning they would leave him alone.

He enjoyed a bowl of strewing it hot and it filled a stomach, by then the Bard had finished his song and was now making his way over to him with two large tankers of Mead. He looked the peacock up and down and wondered if he was about to get a headache or have a good night. "Can I join you?" He asked his eye were shinning with awe and he was grinning at him as he sits down before Geralt could even say sure. The Bard pushed the tanker towards him "I thought you would like another one."

"If you're trying to get me drunk you will need more than this."

"I'm not trying to get you drunk I'm trying to talk to you." He said as his smile turned into a frown "You are a Witcher aren't you?" He asked

"What gave it away?" He chuckled

"Oh, dry humour brilliant." He sighed the bright blue eyes of the omega "I need help please whatever the prince is I will pay it." He said as he pushed a full coin purse towards the alphas. Geralt frowned as he looked at the bag he looked up and saw they were being watched.

"Let's take this to my room." He stood up grabbing the coin purse and nodding to the omega to follow him.

Once in the room, the Witcher frowned as he dropped the coin purse on the small table and frowned at the omega stood there looking at him "So you want me to tell you why I want to hire you?" He asked the white-haired alpha hummed as he started to take his armour off.

"Go ahead."

"Okay so this might come across as a strange story but every word is true..."

"Bard gets on with this tale!" Geralt growled as he watched the omega start to pace.

"Damn someone needs a nap." Geralt rolled his eyes as the Bard started to talk "Right so I'm from the future about 800 years give or take a 100 here or there." He said he looked up at the Witcher who was just frowning at him "I need help getting home, I don't know who did this or why but I want to go home I miss my bed, my things and my friends but most of all I miss my- my scent." He sighed as he drops onto the bed and put his head into his hands. There was no noise coming from the alpha and it made him frown as he looked up to see the look on his face. "You don't believe me do you?"

Geralt crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door as he watched the Omega sag in defeat and sighs "It's rather a tall tale Bard..."

"Really? You have an issue with me being from the future but you who kill monsters, demons normal?" He asked, his scent changed from sad, lonely to hopeful now to desperate and angry "Please I'm not lying, one moment I was walking to work and then I feel pain across my chest and I wake up in a place I don't know, in some kind of medieval cell I was cold and in pain." He tells him, there were tears in his eyes and that makes Geralt uncomfortable he hated to see omegas cry he just don't know what to do with them.

"Only a powerful being would be able to rip a person from another time, I do not know of any clans or covens with that kind of powers." He tells him, he sees a look of hope that flashes cross the Bard's eyes. "I can talk a few people and if you remember where you were held that would be a good place to start."

"You will let me come with you?" Geralt frowned and he wanted to say no but if he wanted to find this place where the Bard was kept he will need him to come with him. He sighed and nodded as he looked at the Bard and then frowned when he realised he didn't know his name.

"Yes, I need you to show me where you were kept..." He frowned "By the way what is your name? I can't keep calling you Bard?" He asked

"Oh, Jaskier or just plain old Dandelion." He smiled weakly

"There is nothing plain or old about you." Jaskier frowned at him as he raised an eyebrow.

Jaskier smiled at him as he sat there looking tired, he looked at the alpha and rubbed his eyes "Thank you." He said quietly "It's just nice to talk to someone about it." He said, "It's been a year and I've had no and then I remembered my history about the Witchers and I wondered, well hoped I would bump into one."

"History?"

"I am studying History will mainly famous historic poems and song." He said, "There are a lot of history on the Witchers especially you..." He stopped and looked down at the wooden floorboards and sniffed.

"Prove to me you are from the future?" Geralt asked, Jaskier looked up at him and frowned.

"This isn't reason history, all this is ancient history. I can't tell you what you are about to say or do? I don't know that." He sighed as he buried his face into his hands.

The alpha huffed as he watched the omega sit up and open his jacket pulling out a small smooth rectangle object. Geralt frowned as he watched the Bard turn it on "This is mine, one of the few things I manage to keep going. It's not easy I'm new to magic myself so..." Geralt watched as he pressed something and the object lit up.

"What is this?" He asked

"You wanted proof I'm from the future I don't know if this will help but..." He started swiping at the screen and held it up to him "See me and my friends." The Witcher took the object into his hand and looked down at it.

"Is this some kind of soul catching..." Jaskier giggled as he stood up and stood in front of him.

"No, well some might think that." There was an image started moving and Geralt blinked in shock as he watched Jaskier and another man curled up on the bed holding each other. "Oh, I need to get rid of that."He mumbled as he pulled it away from the Witcher and put the smooth object away.

"This is a trick."

"No it's called a mobile phone and the only thing its doing is keeping me sane."