Please make the hurting stop.
TITLE: Blood Ties
AUTHOR: RamblinRose

NAME(S): Ariadne Miracle
AFFILIATION: I have no idea.
HAIR COLOR: not mentioned
EYE COLOR: not mentioned
SPECIAL POSESSIONS: none

HISTORY: Is a modern-day girl who who travels through time to get in whacky adventures with Jack.

CONNECTIONS TO CHARACTERS: Jack is magically transported into her bedroom, and besides some "Oh golly, this sure is weird" reactions, Adriane doesn't seem to mind. She eventually decides Jack was sent there to take her back in time to do ... something.

NOTES: The author apparently has issues with hitting the return key at random times during her writing, and coupled with the fact that this fic is hard enough to understand as is, it makes it nearly impossible to read.

SAMPLE OF THE STORY:



Hey, there's a pirate on the floor.

By tha left frontal lobe o' the Great Sky Demon!!!"

... The fuck?

Ariadne Miracle jumped at the slurred but definitely male voice behind her.

"I didna' think I was tha' sloshed!!" The man slurred even more before his
eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed onto the floor. Ariadne
quickly disentangled herself from her computer chair and rushed over to make sure he was still breathing. Her parents had gone out of town for the weekend, and the corpse of a strange man in her bedroom would do nothing
for her peace of mind!

Okay, if some weirdo appeared in my room, raving about being drunk, I think I'd be freaking out and either calling the police or hitting him repeatedly with a baseball bat. Possibly both.


'Strange indeed.' she thought, eyeing the man, who had fallen spread-eagled on her floor. His clothing was strange, for sure. He was dressed in a
white shirt with kind of poofy sleeves, a brown vest, brown breeches, a
pink and white sash around his waist, and calf-height boots that folded down at the top (A/N: I don't know how to describe them, plz forgive me) And that was nothing compared to his hair! It seemed the poor man couldn't make up his mind between dreadlocks and braids, so both, along with loose hair and strands of beads, were tied back with a length of red cloth. He also had a fairly neat goatee, with the beard part braided into two braids
and ended with beads.

Ariadne began to circle him to reach her bed. She really needed to sit and
think! However, her feet had other plans, or perhaps it was her cat, as that was what she tripped over, falling heavily and directly on top of the
stranger occupying her floor.





She's like Nancy Drew ... but not really.


"I've no idea, love. Le's go upstairs where it's quieter an' we can talk?" Jack was still flipping the switch back and forth as he reached down and
took her wrist...

And with another flash of navy blue light, they were once again sitting on
Ariadne's bed, 'Comfort Eagle' still playing on her stereo.

"Don't move!!" Ariadne said sharply. Jack froze in mid switch-flip.

"Alright, let's think this through." she paused and looked at Jack, who
shrugged helplessly.

"You were sitting in the Shattered whatever-it-was-called"

"Shattered Dove," Jack interjected.

"Alright, the Shattered Dove. You must have flipped the switch unknowingly, which brought you here. But when you flipped it again, nothing happened. In fact, nothing happened every time you flipped the switch, until you touched
me. So, by logical reasoning, you were sent here, to get me and take me back to the past with you...does that make sense?" By now Jack was looking
thoroughly confused.



The fic goes on, and has something to do with Jack having relatives, but I couldn't make myself read past the begining of chapter three. This story has close to 20 reviews, which are all positive. My brain is leaking out the side of my ear, because it is refusing to believe that. Oi.