The Universe's Mixer

Liz wandered the streets of the Fae Market. She’d been on a case for the B.P.R.D., but she couldn’t find Roger or Abe. That made no sense, the market wasn’t THAT large. She was getting frustrated. None of her equipment was working and she didn’t like the fact that she was no longer in touch with her team mates.

She tried to fiddle with her comm unit, but she got no response. Again.
“Dammit Abe, answer me.” She spoke into the non-responsive speaker.

No response.

She could feel the anger light the fire within her. Breathing slowly she leaned against the wall. She would not loose control.

She heard the footstep behind her, but she didn’t have time to turn around before she fell into unconsciousness and felt nothing more.

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When she woke up it was to a pounding headache and the smell of the outside.
Rising slowly she put her hand through her hair and felt the bump. She swore at the tenderness, and then focused on the fact that she was no longer underground.

She looked around, but she was just outside on a street.
No one was around. It was in the wee hours of the morning, she could tell that much.

Confused and with her head pounding she walked up the street a little. She didn’t recognize anything and she desperately wanted a cigarette.

( It was such a pretty Cinderella story...unfortunately, 'happily ever after' simply was not meant for her. )