InsaneJournal

It'd been her, Mel, and Wyatt hunting a little piggie of a whitelighter. She could never understand how stupid that breed was that they took the chance of walking around during the daylight. Not that they would have had much of a chance during the night. Not in her world. Whitelighters as a whole were stupid but as a whole they tended to keep together and follow the rules. This one, however. This one had been more than a little bold. And they'd underestimated him. Never again. Chris didn't tend to underestimate people, that was more Wyatt's thing, but this one had really thrown them for a loop. For example, Chris had never imagined that he would have gotten her from behind and knocked her out. If she wasn't so pissed off she would have been highly impressed. Very under-handed for a being of light and good. They would have finished this one quick if he'd chosen to be impressive another way. They were evil. Not unfair. But now, well, now he was going to have to hurt a bit more than usual.

Groggily Chris stirred, her hand instantly going to the bump on the back of her head. Fucking bitch. Chris was making to roll off where she was, thinking she was on the ground and that she'd just easily jump onto her feet when she was flat on her front; however, instead of a smooth execution of an easy enough movement, she ended up flailing and falling off a bed and flat onto the ground. Quickly she scrambled onto her feet.

Where was she? What had this whitelighter done to her? Where had he orbed her? Shit. She hoped that Mel and Wyatt made it last a long time. A very long time.

Brushing dirt off of her clothing, she gave the room a cursory glance before stalking towards the window. On her way, her eyes caught a PDA. Frowning, she nabbed it. Nothing was recogniziable and most of the messages were said to be unavailable. Walking to the window, she lifted a few of the blinds and jerked her head back slightly at the glare of the sun, just shining and hitting the clean and pristine pavement. She nearly gagged.

It was ... it was worse than San Fransisco. The good one that she and her father had been transported to because of Gideon. Well, the other she. The one that had come back from the future to keep Wyatt from turning good.

Someone was going to so pay for this when her parents found out. And she'd be pissed that she didn't get to watch. But first. She had to find out where she was. Quickly Chris went through the dressers. Male clothes. Female clothes. Books. Reciepts. ... Condoms? Huh. New box too. She grabbed a few. Finally she found something. A crumpled piece of paper. That said 'male version'. Male version? Male version of what?

Slamming the draws closed, Chris stalked out of the room, looking both ways. No one. She paused, once again, when she noticed a name. Peter Petrelli. However, before she could form a thought. She noticed another name. ... Hers. Her name was on the door, why? She thought. Something was familiar. Not about the situation, but actually about the clothes. The style. Not really hers, because it was too neat, too bright, but the tomboyish quality .. and the guys clothing. Also too bright but some of the stuff, while not black or a dark gray, wasn't exactly something she'd turn her nose at. It .. she shook her head. It was crazy. Male version. But ...

Frowning once again, Chris made up her mind. She wanted answers. In dark orbs she was instantly from the outside to the inside of this Peter guy's room. And her friendly neighbor would be giving her the answers.