A/N: A little revamp of another story that I had lost muse for I AM SORRY it wasn't particularly popular anyway.

Rosemary Aer is a nurse and recently graduated uni student living and working in California. She has a boyfriend, her own place, so nothing could possibly go wrong. Until one day at a New Year's Party she's sucked into a mirror and into a completely different time period way in the past. Giant humans, fighting teenagers and a certain shorty leave her feeling so out of place. How will she get back? And more importantly why is she here?

Chapter 1

"Aer!" called my CNA, who's bouncy blond head came running at me with a pile of papers. I was tempted to run away, as fast as I could, but stopped myself. No point in avoiding the inevitable: my supervisor was too lazy and preoccupied with his current floosy to worry about such tedious tasks, so he handed them down to me. It wasn't like I had a life beyond the hospital or anything.

Really, I didn't, if I sat down and thought about it. Even before I graduated university this past spring, I was still spending numerous hours training and working here, keeping me from my beloved and ever-so-patient boyfriend, Samiel. I felt a warmth consume me as I held out my arms for the load in her hands.

"Thanks, Emily," I groaned, clearly being sarcastic. She rolled her eyes at my attitude, undoubtedly awaiting the day when she graduated from her school and became a full-blown nurse—and then doctor. Then she would be my boss and would cop an attitude in my direction.

And I would stand oh-so proudly during that little golden moment.

Arms clutching the papers, I waddled to my own little desk at the reception area and placed the pile on top, seeing that the answering machine's light was blinking a bright red, calling me (no pun intended). Picking up the phone I put in my password and listened carefully.

"Rose! Hey I hope I'll be seeing you and your man-candy at my party tonight! Remember, ten o'clock sharp. If you're late I swear to God I'll—" "Message marked for deletion."

I placed the ancient black phone back in its cradle and slumped in my old rolling chair, a chuckle escaping my thin lips. Brushing a silver strand of hair away from my freckled face—how did you escape my ponytail, asshole?—I leaned down for my purse and grabbed my phone, sending Misty, my best friend and roommate from college, a quick confirmation that yes, I would be there and no, I would not miss it for the entire world.

Usually, parties and me didn't go hand in hand at all, but this New Year's Eve I would be spending the night with my boyfriend of six months, Samiel Evans. He was this slightly tanned, very tall (to my four feet nine inches) male with amber red hair and the brightest eyes in the whole world. To me, he was just perfect and extremely sweet and supportive, and this year we would be spending our first New Year's together. We didn't have Christmas, but that didn't' matter to me. We had our entire lives ahead of us, and Misty was pretty certain that he was going to pop the question tonight. I'd been telling her he'd been very secretive as of late, and that was her deduction. It lifted my previous insecurities, at least, and filled me with a lot of excitement and anticipation.

And why could this day not end soon enough?

Finally seven rolled around and I was dismissed from work. Just enough time to head to my place—my place, I still couldn't believe it—and shower and change before heading over to Misty's. Traffic wasn't on my side and it took almost an hour to arrive home, so it cut down my "getting-ready" time, but no matter. Taking my hair down, letting it hit my waist, I tossed my clothes onto the carpet and hopped straight into the shower. Quickly washing the smell of hospital from my skin, I exited with a towel wrapped around my body and headed to my closet, groaning at my options.

Scrub. Scrub. Oh, look a scrub! I finally relented on wearing my light green babydoll dress and a long-sleeved purple undershirt, pulling on white pantyhose and my brown boots. I didn't look at all ready for a party, but at least I didn't look like a nurse. I brushed my hair, fought with it on the style, and gave up, letting it fly around my shoulders and on my back. I would just be around people that have seen my at my best and worst—except for Samiel, who's never seen me in less than my "going out" clothing.

A lot of people found it strange that we hadn't done much as far as couples went, but I was saving myself for the right time, which he respected. We would come close, but something would always be missing and I would cower out last minute. He didn't seem to mind, and he would change the channel on the television to some stupid cop chase or something, anything to distract us from the previous events.

So. Perfect.

Now I drove to Misty's house, my head focused on the objective: to be with Samiel. My friend too, but spending the holiday with my boyfriend seemed so important to me.

The place was packed with cars, more so than I expected, but I managed to find a spot down the block. I pulled out my phone and dialed Samiel, but he didn't answer. Looks like I'm risking the walk by myself. I shrugged, pulling out my pepper spray. I wasn't a damsel in distress by any means; I'd taken self-defense and my daddy sure as Hell taught me how to use a gun proper—which I decided to keep my handgun hidden in the glove box instead of bringing it with me—but I just liked having my boyfriend walk with me.

I didn't bother knocking on the door—by the sound of the music on the other side, no one could have heard me anyway—and looked around for Samiel. I spotted Misty first, who looked rather stressed out. Misty, the biggest party goer in college, looked stressed at a party. I tapped her shoulder and gave her a soft smile, but she didn't return it. Her eyes widened, and she looked almost terrified to see me.

"What?" I hollered, though the sound of my voice was drowned out by the surrounding noise. She took me by the arm and led me back outside. So I asked again, "What?"

"Look… Have you talked to Sam lately?"

I blinked, shook my head. "No, I was actually going to ask if you've seen him."

"He's in the master bedroom, but Rose—"

I didn't bother listening to her. My thoughts were completely engulfed with being embraced in Samiel's strong, warm arms. I bolted from my spot back inside the apartment and made a b-line for the Misty's room. But when I opened the door, what I saw wasn't entirely up to my expectations.

And it tore me to pieces.

There was Samiel, tangled up in Misty's sheets. There were his clothes on the ground. But that wasn't me lying beside him, rocking back and forth with drunkenness. My feet refused to move though all I wanted to do was run as far away as possible and not turn back.

"Rose, baby, I can explain—" The girl next to him interrupted his sentence by flopping herself on top of him shameless, uncaring that his girlfriend was right in the doorway. Did she even know he had a girlfriend?

"Don't." My voice was surprisingly calm despite the war of emotions going on within me. "I get it. Whatever." Finally, my feet obeying my commands, I turned on my heel and ran to the bathroom.

How could I have been so stupid? He wasn't being secretive because he was waiting to propose, of course not! He was being secretive because I wasn't putting out, so he needed someone to fulfill that need for him. The tears I wouldn't shed in front of him now spilled onto the white marble sink but I wiped at them quickly. Maybe this is why I don't wear eye make-up. Actually, it was because I wore thick black glasses, though I didn't wear them now. I wanted to, to hide my reddening eyes.

Lifting my gaze to meet my reflection's, I stared into my own green eyes and wondered just why I didn't suspect anything. He was my first boyfriend, so I guess I gave him the benefit of the doubt. He wouldn't do that to me, he loved me, I thought. Idiot! He didn't owe you anything. I stared longer until the image started to shift at the edges, then waver. Blinking to focus, I noticed the shifting didn't stop but seemed to quicken.

I stepped back, clutching my fists over my beating heart, eyes widening at my distorting reflection. This wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening! My head was so out of whack, it had to be creating the image before me. But why was just the mirror wavering instead of the entire room, which would be expected if I was having an episode of some kind?

With a heaving breath, I dared to lift one hand and pressed it against the image—and it completely broke before me, opening up to—A portal? It was shining a bright light and a strong wind pulled me to it, through it, closing the shattered mirror behind me until all proof of its destruction ceased to exist.

I traveled in slow motion for awhile. I felt as if I was surrounded by everything and yet nothing at all. Then the air shifted and I was traveling at the speed of light until another "mirror" broke from the force of my back hitting it, though it restored just as quickly as it had shattered.

Blinking rapidly, I looked around at my surroundings trying to take them in. The mirror was gone—was it even there in the first place? Was this all real at all? Woods. Grass. Outside, alright. And it was broad daylight. That was good, then I could navigate easier. There was also a person, but they weren't wearing clothes. I stood up with wobbling legs and walked toward them, seeing if they needed help as well as wondering if they could help me find my way home—or to the nearest city, or maybe explain what the actual fuck just happened.

As I got closer, they seemed to get bigger… and bigger… and bigger… Until he towered over my by several feet, making me hold my breath.

I'm not in Kansas anymore, Toto.