The soft cotton sheets surrounding her were divine. The warmth they gave was almost magical. Yes, it was comfort like this that Juliet never wanted to leave her bed. That was until a cold dog nose graced her cheek.

"Seriously, it's still early Duchess." she groaned at the dog.

Duchess just walked over her, sitting on her abdomen to make her get up. Juliet stared down at the corgi, the smile the pup gave her as she cocked her sweet little head was enough melt even the coldest hearts.

"Alright, alright." she said sitting up and rubbing the dog's head, "But only because I love you. Get your leash."

Duchess hopped off the bed and ran to the small kitchen, giving Juliet enough time to ready herself for the day. Since moving to England, she had grown used to the weather and food, the beautiful scenery and historical buildings. The only thing that bothered her was the fact the voice grew louder it seemed each day, calling out his name.

Duchess barked at her, pulling Juliet back to reality.

"Ok, ok. I'm all set." She said taking the lead and heading out the door to walk the early London streets.

Dawn stretched over the sleepy city as she made her way to Jubilee Park with Duchess, it was one of the free times she had with her. Mornings like this, walking to the park and then along the river, taking in the sights of the London Eye, the Palace of Westminster and of course the icon of England, Big Ben.

Juliet took in the sights of the historical city, wondering what it was like so many years ago. What other mysteries laid within the city, wondering if it was just as mysterious as New Orleans. Her finger ran over her ring as she saw Big Ben across the way as they entered the park. Her little treasure she found at the beach when she was little. As she got older, she wondered if the piece was cursed, for that is when the voice called out his name. It blended with her dreams of the castles and gowns, the wars and arguments, and the man within them.

How she wished to know who he was, to understand why that voice calls for him. Those dazzling green eyes that turn around to look at her every time the voice calls him, god who was he?

The tug of the leash had Juliet shake her head. Looking down she saw Duchess pulling towards the apartment. Time donned on her and she knew why she was pulling, "Alright, alright. You'll get your chow. Hold your horses."

After feeding Duchess and hurrying for the morning, she found herself at the hospital working the pediatric wing, making her rounds for all the patients and their families.

"There you are darling, all better?" she said fixing the tape on the IV.

"Much, thank you." the little girl spoke with a weak voice.

"Thank you very much Miss, I never knew she was allergic to tapes like that." the mother said patting her hand.

"It's alright. Sometimes new reactions come with age and other products don't have the same number of adhesives as others do." Juliet said, discarding her gloves. "If she's comfortable I'm happy."

"Where are you from?" the little girl asked.

"Oh, now sweetheart, you need to rest up after that surgery." Juliet said rubbing the child's head, "Pretty soon you'll be getting that ice pop for your throat huh? And to answer you, I'm from the historical state of Louisiana, U.S.A."

Her eyes widened in awe at her reply, "You know what? I'll make a deal with you. You rest up and sleep while you can and take your meds with no issues, and I'll come in before you leave and I'll tell you all about my state, ok?"

She nodded her head furiously and closed her eyes.

The mother laughed as Juliet did, "You are an amazing nurse. Thank you so much."

"It's my pleasure to see kiddos like her smile." she said.

Leaving the room, she saw the hospital administrator heading her way. "Good afternoon Dr. Beck, how are you?"

"I'm quite well. I'm glad I ran into you Juliet, I would like to discuss things with you." Dr. Beck said.

"Oh," Juliet's stomach flipped, things like that from the admins weren't always great, "Alright then, shall we head to your office now or later today?"

"Now would work best."

Juliet followed the woman as quick as she could. She was nervous to be honest, she knew she was doing a good job with the patience and staff, heard all the compliments to know it, but what would the Administrator want from her. The cool office room make a visible shudder run through Juliet as they entered.

"It's nothing to be nervous about Juliet, it's actually a really big thing." she said sitting at her desk, her hand gesturing for her to sit.

"Now, normally with situations like this I send higher nurses and doctors in, but with how you are, your vast knowledge and determination and skill, and how well you are with children I think you would be great for it." she explain, "There is a position I was asked to fill in the international building, one that requires a nursing degree. They have multiple military staff, women and children and regular staff within the building. Instead of having to send them to the hospital or urgent cares, they are asking for an on-property nurse or doctor. How you studied, you might as well take the final tests and get the doctorate. So, are you interested?"

"Well it is quite sudden. Not that I don't think it's an amazing opportunity, it is. But I just moved here and settled in not even a month ago, and-"

"Oh, you don't have to move. Most of the treatment you will do is in Westminster Palace, that's where they all met. Plus, your wages will be doubled." Dr. Beck added.

Juliet nearly fell out of the chair, if the back and arms weren't there she would've. "My god. Yes, I'll take it."

"Perfect. Here is the location within the palace you need to go to and what to bring and expect. You can start next week."

"Thank you so much Dr. Beck, I mean it." Juliet shook her hand.

"You're quite welcome, Miss Reeves."

Juliet went out the door, ready to do backflips down the hall in excitement. She was truly glad she made this move, this whole jump. She could barely believe she was advancing as much as she was. And tonight, do to it, she was celebrating at the bar.

"So, you landed an even bigger job?" the bartender asked, fixing her drink up.

"That indeed." she said, still floating on cloud nine, "I still can barely believe it myself."

"You deserve it Juliet." he said, handing her the Jack and Coke.

"True there." she agreed, taking sips of the familiar drink.

Her mind swirled with the thought of all the things she was going to deal with and all the people from...a sudden thought donned on her.

"Dear god, you know what I realized?" she said aloud.

"What dear?"

"It's an international building. International, as in multiple countries and not many English-speaking ones. Well crud, I'm in trouble." she said as the many countries came to mind.

The bartender laughed, "You'll be fine. Knowing them, they'll have an interpreter."

"For my sake, I hope so-GAH!" Juliet screamed as someone pinched her ass.

"Look at this fine lassie." someone said behind her.

Turning around, she saw a drunken skunk of a man smiling down at her with grizzly yellow teeth, "Not in your life, bucko."

"Oi, come on, don't be a block sweetheart." he said grabbing her arm.

"I said no." Juliet yelled as she attempted to pull her arm back, "Unhand me you brute."

The man didn't heed a word as he yanked her off the stool. She heard the bartender open his door to help her but he was beaten to it as another man grabbed the brute.

"Unhand the lady." was all the other man said.

"Why, want to share?" he laughed.

Juliet was pulled into the other man, her arm pulled from the other man's grip. The next thing she saw was the man next to her lay the brute out cold with a solid right hook. To say Juliet was shock was an understatement, her jaw practically was on the floor as the man beside her stood there, glaring down at him.

"When a woman tells you no, be a proper gentleman and respect her." he said finally going back to his spot.

She just stood there stunned as the bartender's hand touched her shoulder, "You alright darling?"

"Yea, thanks to him." she said. "Hey, his bill, put it on me. As some thanks."

"Oh sweetheart, you don't want that bill." he said, going back to his spot behind the bar.

"Oh, come on now, he isn't that bad." she said as the man pulled out the bill for her savior.

She swore she looked like a cartoon as her eyes bugled at the bill, "Jesus Christ Almighty, he's had how much now? Wait lemme do the math here. That much of glasses-"

"Pitchers." the bartender corrected her.

"Pitchers?" she nearly yelled. "That amount could kill him, what's wrong with you?"

"We drag him out near close, either to his place or his sisters." he explained.

"Where is she located? I'm taking him home." she said throwing the bills on the counter.

The bartender handed her the address and nodded, his way of a good luck to her. Walking to the man, she tapped his shoulder.

He looked at her, groggy and drunk, as his head bobbled back and forth, "Well, an angel came to see me."

"This angel is taking you home sweetheart." she said pulling his arm over her shoulder.

"You don't need to do that love, I'm just fine." he said barely able to stand on his own two feet.

"I say otherwise, this nurse says so."

"Hello, nurse." he chuckled, "Alfred had me watch that ridiculous cartoon once."

"You know what, you tell me about Alfred as I take you home. Tell me all about your friends." she said as they made it out the door.

She was thankful his sister was only a block away, not that he was bad or anything. But boy did he talk. "Am I catholic or protestant...oh god I don't know."

"You'll remember by morning. Now what's your sister's name?" she said seeing the home in front of her.

"Carine." he replied looking up. "Hey, this is her place. No, no. She'll kick my ass, I drank way too much tonight."

"You'll be fine." she said ringing the bell.

Lights flipped on and heavy footfalls were heard, "Artie, I swear to god, I get another call from Joel saying they have to drag you home-" the woman stopped as she saw Juliet holding up her brother, whom was trying to wiggle out of her arms.

"I'm guessing you're-"

"Carine I swear I'm not that drunk." he interrupted her.

"Like hell you are you daft fool, get in before you hurt the young woman." she scolded him.

Like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar, the man made his way in, "I swear, you and Allister drive me nuts with the drinking."

The redheaded woman looked back at Juliet, "Miss, how ever can I thank you. You didn't have to do that for us, the guys at the bar normally bring him home."

"It's quite fine." she reassured her, " I wanted to make sure he made it home. Didn't want to walk into work and see him in the triage room."

"Ah, a nurse huh?" she smiled at Juliet. "Well thank you very much for bringing Arthur home for us. Have a good night and thank you again."

"My pleasure, good night." she said walking down the steps as the man's name clicked in her head, "Arthur?"

No, she wasn't that lucky to meet a freaking stranger and coincidentally have the same name as the man within her dreams. The dreams floated in her mind; the tall blonde man standing by the vast window looking out before the English lands. Those stunning greens taking in the world as he finally looked her way.

Juliet shook her head, no it wasn't him. Not that she got that much of a good look, but fairytales like that didn't exist in her world. Not after him. She slowly made her way as she replayed the night and conversation repeatedly, and how Arthur stood up for her. Maybe one day, she'll bump into him again at the pub. Less drunk she hoped.