Chapter 1
T'was a dark and stormy night.

 Delia sat in the dark. There was a loud bang, and lightning ripped through the cloudy sky. She involuntarily shuddered. She took her lighter, and lit the six candles placed evenly around her book. I hate my life, she thought. No one likes me, they all call me a freak. It's not fair. I want to go to a time where I am loved by at least one person. Delia turned the page, and found what she was looking for. She took a deep breath, and began to chant.
 "Sands of time
  Wrath of Gods
  Leave this place
  To the past I wish to go
  Take this book
  And all my faith"
 Delia read the text in the ancient book. She invisioned the 1600. A time of beauty and parties. She saw herself happy and in love. Her eyes flashed open, and lightning cracked once more. It was as if a force stronger then a nuclear bomb had exploded within her, and she felt herself being pulled in a thousand different directions.

Chapter 2
A Hotel somewhere in West Germany.

 "I want to leave, guys." Isaac Hanson announced to his brothers. Taylor and Zac stopped the video game they were playing, and gave Ike their full attention. This wasn't the first time one of the members of the world famous band Hanson had announced this.
 "Where do you want to go?" Zac asked simply. Ike shrugged.
 "To a place where no one knows who we are. Where we are just Ike, Tay and Zac. Where no one will scream, "Oh my God! It's HANSON!" I want to leave." He said. Taylor stood up.
 "Okay. Freeze time while we go to another place?" He asked. Ike nodded.
 "How about...the future?" Zac suggested. Taylor shook his head.
 "No, people will know who we are, or they will of heard of us. How about, the past." He said. Ike nodded. He looked through his bag, and found a book based on the 1600.
 "How about this?" He suggested. Zac and Taylor skimmed through the book.
 "Pretty good. Find a scene that you like." Zac said. Ike found his favourite part of the book. They put it in the centre of the room. Everything went deathly still.
 "To the 1600
  Leave 1999
  No more Hanson
  No more fans
  Only us
  Only man" They all chanted in unison. It was as if time itself had stopped. There was a crack, and a gaping big hole ripped through the floor. There were flames, and the boys fell through.

Chapter 3

 "Tay! Hey, Tay! Check it out!" Zac Hanson called. His brother, Taylor looked up from his book. Zac was racing around on one of the horses they had found in the stable. The three brothers had been transported here, and given simple instructions as to who they were, and where they lived. Everything they needed was in the house. Well, it was a mansion really. They had found clothes, and a history of who they were. Isaac had gone off to town, and had left Taylor in charge of Zac's safety. Although they didn't tell Zac that. Time was temporarily frozen in 1999 and onwards. The book had the power to do that. The brothers didn't know how, and they didn't ask. They did what they were told. Taylor reflected on the events of the past years, and what they had been blessed, and cursed with.
 It had all started in 1998, after Hanson's big success. A visitor had come to their front door, and Isaac had answered it. It was a messenger from the underworld. Although there is no devil as religion knew it, there was a lord of the underworld. The famous (and supposed) Greek God Hades. He had a propsition for the Hanson brothers. Hades had been observing them for a long time, and he knew that there were big plans for them. The supreme God's and Goddess', (who's names are yet to be announced) had sent him up to earth to tell the Hanson brothers that they could have one wish, any wish, but that it had to be something they all wanted. At first they had contemplated always being successful, but then Taylor, who usually wanted to get away from it all, had suggested the idea of making two wishes in one. They had endless success, but that at any given moment, they could freeze time and leave it all. Going either to the past or future, and having lives there. Hades reluctantly agreed, as long as they had no extreme impact on the future. That included marrying and having children. So it happened. Hades briefed them, and presented them with a book, that could make those wishes happen. Since then, they had been to the past several different times. Ike almost once married a girl in the 1500, but Taylor and Zac reminded him of their deal, and they immediately left. Leaving a very upset and heartbroken Princess Elizabeth. Later known as the Virgin Queen Elizabeth. Since then there have been no mistakes, and everyone has been happy. Hanson, the fans, their family members, who were starting to get annoyed with the boy's incessant whining, until the arrangement with Hades was made. Isaac, Taylor and Zac's family, and friends still do not know of the deal. The brother's decided it was better this way. The Hanson boy's also learned that there might be other travellers from their time, or before who have gone back to the past as well. The boy's were amazed to hear that there were people who could do that without help. They were also instructed, to never fraternize with someone who did that if they were to meet.
 Taylor doubted that would ever happen. They were the only ones who could travel through time. The only ones.
 "I'm taking Yogi through the forest, okay Tay?" Zac called. Taylor had been lost in thought. He looked up, and nodded.
 "Yeah. Um, Zac?" He asked. Zac turned back around.
 "Yeah?"
 "What's with the name?"  Zac looked puzzled for a moment.
 "Yogi? I like that name. See you later." He said, and trotted off. The horses' brown mane swishing in the wind. Taylor raised a eyebrow, and went back to the book that had brought them here. There was much he still had to learn.

Chapter 4

 Delia fell out of a hole that slit through the sky. She landed with a thud, and was momentarily paralyzed.
 "Ouch." She muttered. Deila closed her eyes, and then slowly opened them. There was a relieved, and yet scared sensation circulating through her. She had done it! Months of planning and waiting, and finally, she was here! She stood up, and surveyed her surroundings. She was in a forest, but had landed on a path. She looked down at her clothes, fearful of what she looked like, and was relieved when she saw that she had remembered to change before she cast the spell. She had stolen a costume from the drama department at school. It was a commoner's dress, authentic to the 1600. She stood up, and brushed herself off. Delia wasn't sure which way to go, so she spun in circles, and went in the direction which she stopped.
 Deila headed down the path, until she came to a cross in the dirt. She didn't know which way to go. She sat there for a few moments, undecided in what she should do. There was a pounding, and she could see a horse coming up to her in the distance. She stood her ground. She knew karate. One of her parent's feeble attempts to get her involved with other kids. It wasn't a experience she wanted to remember. The horseman galloped up to her, and stopped in the middle of the crossing.
 "Good afternoon, miss." He said. His accent was off, but then again, Delia was sure hers was too.
 "Same to you, sir." She said, and did a little curtsey. He gave her a half smile.
 "Are you lost, miss?" He asked. She looked down the roads, and then back at him.
 "I'm afraid so. You wouldn't happen to know the way to the town, would you?" She said. He looked further down the road.
 "I don't know, sorry. I've just arrived here myself. From New Orleans." He said. That explains his accent. Deila thought.
 "Oh? I have never been there." She said, attempting to make conversation. He was kind of cute, and yet vaguely familiar. Maybe a distant relative of someone she knew or had seen.
 "It's quite different from Massachusetts, I can assure you." He said. "Do you have a place to stay?" His question caught her off guard. Deila didn't have a place to stay, but should she trust him? He only looked about 12 or 13.
 "Well, no, I'm afraid I don't at the moment." She answered cautiously.
 "Then you must stay with my brothers and I. Our house is huge, and we're so very often bored. Please? It would be wonderful." He begged. Delia didn't know what to do. Brothers? How many of them? She thought for half a second, and then remembered that she was in the 1600. There were no serial killers back then! And she could protect herself if needed.
 "I would be honored Mr...?" She said.
 "Hanson. Zachary Hanson." He said. Her eyes nealy popped out of her head. Hanson? As in the band Hanson? They must be their great great something others.
 "It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Hanson. I am Delia Tefault." She said. Zac smiled. He looked rather awkward for a moment, and then dismounted from his horse.
 "Please, you must be tired from walking." He said, and motioned to the horse.
 "Oh, I've never rode a horse before." Deila said, but hopped on anyway. Zac took the reins, and guided the steed along the path.
 "Oh, Yogi is no trouble, really. She's very sweet." He said. Yogi? Where on earth did Zachary get a name like that? This was very odd. Zachary was rambling on about something. Deila wasn't really paying attention. She was devising up a story to tell them if they asked where she was from.
 "Hello? Did you hear me?" He asked. She blinked, and looked down at him.
 "Oh! I'm terribly sorry. I beg your pardon?" She said, rather embarrassed.
 "I said, where are you from?" He asked. She looked around the forest for a moment.
 "Um, Virginia." She said. He raised a eyebrow.
 "Virginia? I was born there." He said. she smiled.
 "Really? Small world, isn't it." Deila answered. Zac couldn't argue with that. But there was something not quite right about Delia. He just couldn't figure it out.
 Yet.

Chapter 5

 "Taylor! Taylor!" Zac called. I knew he was back. I slowly opened one eyes, and stood up. Whoa, not a good idea. I was dizzy from laying down so long. I nearly fell over. I saw Zac heading towards me. He was walking beside Yogi, which was odd. But what was even more odd, was there was someone else on the horse. A girl.
 "Yes?" I called, remembering that we're in the 1600.
 "I've brought someone back. Her name is Delia. Delia, this is my second eldest brother Taylor. Taylor, meet Delia." He introduced us. She was okay looking. Coppery brown hair, and blue eyes. Her hair was only just past her shoulders, which was odd. But maybe she did work and didn't want it to get in the way.
 "It's very nice to meet you Miss. Delia." I said, and offered her my hand. She blushed slightly, and took it, hopping off the horse. Zac shot me a look. I ignored it.
 "Thank you Mr. Hanson. You're brother was kind enough to offer my company here." She said. Something didn't sound right. Her accent? Oh well. Taylor was sure his wasn't perfect either.
 "Well, we've just located here ourselves, so we aren't acquianted with many of the villagers yet." Taylor answered. Zac tied up the horse, and they headed towards the mansion.
 "Oh, my. Your house is beautiful." Deila said. Taylor nodded, and smiled.
 "Our father bought it, before he died. He wanted us to live here and continue the family business." He said.
 "Oh, I'm sorry." Deila said, feeling rather stupid.
 "It's okay. Ike should be home soon. Uh, Taylor, where's the maid?" Zac asked. Taylor raised a eyebrow.
 "You have servents?" Deila asked. Taylor nodded.
 "Yes, only one at present. We've yet to hire more." He answered. "Mary? Mary!" A large woman, of about 50 came waddling in.
 "Yes, Master Taylor?"  She asked. Taylor gave a half smile.
 "Please show Miss. Delia to the guest room, and give her some of our guest's wardrobe." He asked. Delia turned to protest.
 "Oh, Mr. Taylor there is really no need for this, I shouldn't even be here at all-" She began.
 "You have no where else to stay. Please, we would be honored." Taylor interrupted her. Delia sighed.
 "Thank you." She said, and followed the maid up the stairs.
 "You're taking a big risk, letting her stay here." Zac said quietly. Taylor raised an eyebrow.
 "And who was the one who brought her here?" Taylor asked. Zac shrugged.
 "Me. But still, I was just trying to be nice." He muttered. There was a bang, and someone came in.
 "Hey guys, what's up?" Isaac asked. He was back from the village.
 "Nothing. Um, Ike, we have a bit of a situation." Taylor said.
 "A situation?" Ike asked. Taylor nodded.
 "Well, you see..." Zac began. Delia was already heading down the stairs. Her hair was brushed, and she was in a dinner gown.
 "We have a situation." Ike mumbled.

Chapter 6

 "And so my father said, leave or die." Delia finished. She was explaining how she came into the company of the Hanson's, and her journey to Massachusetts.
 "That's awful. All because they thought you were a witch?" Taylor asked. Delia nodded, and took a sip of her wine.
 "Yes." She continued. "Not even the City Hall thought I was. They thought my father was nuts. All because I had been singing a spanish song I had heard from one of the butchers. He thought it was a Devil's chant."
 "Well, I myself have never met a witch. Many other things, but no witches." Isaac said. "Which song were you singing?"  Delia smiled.
 "Uh, La Vida Loca. There's a first time for everything. Perhaps someday you will meet a witch." She said. Ike looked momentarily confused. Delia immediately finished her statement. "And perhaps one day I will meet a vampire!" Taylor and Zac laughed, but Ike only smiled lightly. There was something about the tone of her voice that made him uneasy. Vida Loca? Ike thought. That sounds like Ricky Martin.
 "But everyone knows there are no such things as witches, I don't understand what all this Witch Burning is about. I'm sure more than half of the women burned have never done anything evil in their lives." Zac said. Delia nodded.
 "I'm afraid, since my father had many contacts, that word of my excape may have spread here. I doubt it though. But still. I had to change my name." She said. Taylor raised an eyebrow.
 "Your name's not really Delia then?" He asked. Delia shook her head, and laughed.
 "No, my first name's Delia, but my last name's not Tefault, as I told Zachary." She said.
 "Then what is it?" Isaac inquired. Delia looked rather nervous for a moment.
 "Please, you must swear not to mention my name to any of the villagers." She said. The three brother's nodded.
 "Grey. Delia Grey." She said. They didn't see anything wrong with that.
 "No one will find you, Delia, I promise." Taylor said. Zac nodded.
 "If anyone thinks that you're a witch, we will vouch for you. We'll say you have worked for us for years." He added. Isaac remained silent, but nodded.
 Even though it was half hearted.

Chapter 7

 "Honestly, Taylor, there's something not right about her. She's not telling us something!" Isaac tried to convince his younger brothers of Delia's queerness.
 "Oh, Ike. She has every right not to tell us something. I can think of one big thing that we're not telling her." He said. Ike rolled his eyes.
 "Be serious for a sec, Tay. What if she is a witch? Huh? What will we do then? Do you know they do to people here if they are caught knowingly hiding a witch? They burn them, Taylor. As in, extra crispy." He said.
 "There's no such thing as witches, Ike. The only witches are those Wiccans. And they're in the 1900." Taylor told him.
 "But their religion goes back for thousands of years. It was one of the original faiths. They were Celtic and stuff, and Grey is a Celtic name, Taylor." Ike said. Taylor shrugged.
 "So? Wiccans don't worship the devil. All their stuff is about earth and mother nature and Gods and Goddess stuff. No hocus pocus." He said. Ike shook his head, and went to leave.
 "Fine. But if anyone comes asking about her, you tell them that we don't know a lot about her, no matter what Zac says, okay?" He asked. Taylor didn't answer.
 "Tay?" Ike repeated.
 "Yeah. Whatever Ike. Go to sleep." He said. Ike shook his head, and left. He walked down the long hallway, and felt a odd sensation go through him as he passed by Delia's room. It made him want to make sure she was okay. He continued on, but them turned right back around. He knocked on her door.
 "One moment." Delia's voice said through the old wooden door. she opened it a crack, and peered through.
 "Oh, hello Isaac." She said, and opened the door fully. She was dressed in a night gown, but had a coverall on.
 "Good evening, Miss. Delia. I'm sorry to come at such a late hour, but I wanted to make sure you were okay." Isaac said. Delia stepped away from the door.
 "That's very kind of you, Mr. Isaac. I am perfectly well, thank you." She answered. Isaac nodded. There was something odd about Delia's eyes, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
 "Well, I'll see you in the morning then." He said.
 "Yes. Good night." Delia said. Isaac turned, and went down the hall. Delia closed the door. In her room, there were about twelve lit candles. Delia had been meditating, and asking the God and Goddess for strength. She had called upon her book, which had also been transported back to the 1600, although at the time of her arrival she could not see it, it was always there for her to call upon. Delia was convinced that the three brother's were ancestors of the pop group Hanson. She found it odd though, that they looked exactly like them and had their exact names as well.
 "History really does repeat itself." She muttered, and went back to her meditating. She was going to need a lot of strength to get through this. Delia only hoped that the Hanson's didn't find out her secret, and turn her in.

Chapter 8
Three days later.

 "This truly is marvelous." Delia commented for the fourth time. Isaac, Taylor and Zac had taken Delia shopping in the village. It was much larger than Delia had imagined. Delia had stayed with the Hanson's for the past few days, and they had all gotten along very well. She had taught them what she knew, and did odd jobs around the mansion, much to their disapproval. Taylor had insisted that she stay as their guest, and Delia had put her foot down, saying that she had no other means of thanking them. The Hanson brother's soon learned it was very hard to argue with Delia, and win. There were all sorts of shops and markets in the village, and Delia was especially interested in the tailor's shop.
 "Well, you are going to need a new gown for the Ball we've been invited to tomorrow night." Taylor mentioned when he saw her gazing at the dresses in the store window. She whirled around.
 "Ball? Tomorrow? Oh, I couldn't possibly afford a gown, Mr. Taylor. I'm no real company for a Ball either. I'm sure there are many other ladies who would love to accompany you." She said, rather flustered. Taylor dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand.
 "Those other ladies you speak of are too superficial. Everything to them is money. You are different. I would much rather go with you." He raised a eyebrow. "That is unless you have already promised someone else you will accompany them?" Delia shook her head.
 "Why, no. I'm just not the sort of person who would fit in at a Ball, or any sort of formal gathering for that matter. I would really rather you go with someone else. I would like to keep a low profile." She said. Taylor sighed.
 "But, I do not wish to go with anyone else. It will be wonderful, please Delia?" He asked. It was the first time he had called her Delia without putting 'Miss' infront of it.
 "Mr. Taylor," she started.
 "Just Tay, Delia. We're friends now." He interrupted her.
 "Taylor," She said, refusing to call him Tay, "I would not fit in at a Ball."
 "Of course you would." He said, not letting her get out of this one. "If you had a gown that you chose, you would look lovely, I'm sure about it." He said. Delia looked into the tailor shop. There was a young girl, not much older than Delia, being fitted for a gown. She looked so content. Delia looked around the street. Isaac was chatting up some girls, and Zac was eating some chocolate by a market.
 "There are things you don't know about me." Delia said, dropping her voice to a whisper. Taylor looked at her evenly.
 "And there are things you don't know about me, Delia." He said. Delia closed her eyes. She wasn't going to get her way this time.
 "Fine, Taylor. You win this time. But I assure you, I am going to have a absolutely dreadful time, and it will be all your fault!" Taylor grinned.
 "Yes, it will be all my fault." He said.

Chapter 9
The night of the Ball.

 Delia slowly walked down the stairwell. Taylor and his brother's waited at the bottom. Delia felt very out of place, and she hoped she looked okay.
 "You look stunning." Taylor said when she got to the bottom.
 "Thank you. I feel awkward, though." She answered. Taylor gave her a half smile.
 "Don't. You look marvelous." He said.
 "Very beautiful." Zac said. Zac hadn't managed to find anyone to accompany him to the Ball, but he didn't look too upset. Isaac was going to escort a lady from down the road. Taylor, Delia and Zac would go in one carriage, while Isaac went in another with Lady Patricia.
 "Shall we go?" Taylor suggested. Delia nodded, and took his arm. Zac walked along her other side. They went into the larger carriage, while Isaac took the smaller one. They headed in opposite directions.
 "I must admit, I've never been to a Ball before." Delia said. Zac shrugged. He had an idea of what it was going to be like. And he knew how to behave. After all, he had been to hundreds of gatherings and posh affairs in the 1900's. How much of a difference could there be?
 "It's a breeze, really. Just look like you belong and everything will go smoothly." He said.
Taylor nodded.
 "I will introduce you as a friend of the family's, and I'll just say Delia. If the need for your last name to be announced comes up, I'll say Tefault." He said. Delia nodded.
 "Excellent. You can say my parents came over from france." She said. Taylor nodded. They rode the rest of the way making only small conversation. The carriage pulled up to the mansion, and Delia was overwhelmed. It was ten times larger than the Hanson's!
 "Oh, my." She said. Taylor nodded, rather surpirsed himself.
 "Yes, I knew the Perishes were wealthy, but not this wealthy!" He said.
 "Perishes?" Delia asked, confused.
 "The family who is holding the Ball. Their daughter, Vanessa Perish is very interested in Taylor, and I assume that is why we were invited." Zac said. Delia looked at Taylor, who averted his attention. That's probably why he wanted me to come so much! Delia thought, with a tinge of anger.
 "Let's go inside, shall we?" Taylor asked, interrupting her thoughts. Delia was frustrated. Why didn't he just say he wanted me to come so the Perish girl would stay away from him? Some people are so conceited...
 They went into the grand hall. There were about three dozen couples dancing in the hall, and more than twice that mingling and chatting around the buffet tables. Delia let go of Taylor's arm. He seemed surprised at this.
 "I wonder if Isaac is here yet?" She asked outloud. Zac shrugged.
 "Who knows? I would assume he shall be here shortly." He answered. Taylor looked around the hall nervously.
 "Looking for anyone, Taylor?" Delia asked. He blushed, and shook his head.
 "No. Of course not." He answered. There were a group of ladies, about 16 and 17 in age, giggling and whipering, while stealing glances at Taylor. Delia couldn't help but smirk. Things weren't all that different in the 1600.
 "Zac," She asked. "Would you care to dance?" Zac looked surprised, but then nodded.
 "Certainly. I'm not very good at it though." He answered. Delia smiled.
 "Neither am I." She said. She took his arm, and they headed towards the dance floor.  Taylor stood there, surprised, and not quiet sure of how to handle the situation. He glanced around the ballroom once more, but was too late. Vanessa Parish was already headed in his direction, with two of her snooty friends.
 "Mr. Hanson!" She squealed. Taylor shuddered, and turned to face them. A phony smile plastered onto his face. It was the same smile he used for the camera. Vanessa pranced up to him.
 "It's so wonderful to see you here Mr. Hanson. Are you well?" She asked. He nodded.
 "Yes, thank you. This ball is truly amazing. Your parents have out done themselves this time." He said. Vanessa smiled a honey dripping smile.
 "You're too kind, Mr. Hanson. Allow me to introduce my two very good friends, Diana Fairweather and Melissa Markowitz." She said. The two girls with her did a little curtsey.
 "The pleasure is mine." Taylor said, and turned to Vanessa. Out of thr corner of his eye, he noticed Isaac had arrived with Lady Patricia.
 "You'll have to excuse me, ladies. My brother has arrived, and I must discuss something with him." He said. Vanessa looked upset for a moment, but flashed another smile.
 "Of course, Mr. Hanson." She said. Taylor smiled.
 "Ladies." He said, and hurried towards his brother. Isaac didn't look to pleased to see him.
 "What do you want?" He hissed.
 "The Perish girl is after me. I need to get out of here." He whispered.
 "Talk to Zac and Delia. I came here to have a good time." Ike whispered back. Taylor was about to plead, when Isaac was swept off in the crowd. Taylor frantically searched through the mass of people for Delia and Zac. Finally, he caught a whisp of blonde hair that only the Hanson boys possess. He went straight for it. Delia and Zac both had glasses in their hands, and Zac's face was flushed.
 "Zac!" He hissed. Zac looked up at him. Delia seemed perfectly content.
 "Hey ya Tay. Wassup?" He asked. Taylor's eyes grew big, and he nervously looked around. Delia was confused.
 "Where have you been?" She asked. "With the Perish girl, no doubt?" She gave him a wink.
 "Zac, Delia, we have to get out of here. Both of you have had too much to drink." He said in a strict tone. Zac waggled his finger at his older brother.
 "Oh, no, Tay buddy. I think it's you that've drunken too much." He said. His words were slurred.
 "I haven't had too much. But I think Zac is wasted." She said. Taylor looked at her oddly. Wasted? Did they use that back in the 1600?
 "No, Tay. I feel as good as I did back at dat New Year's parry mom 'an dad had lass year. 'Member? It wassa blast. We got up, 'an sang infront of everyone. We shoulda' done it for all da people too. In times square, an'-" Zac started to ramble on. Delia looked very confused.
 "What's he talking about?" She asked. Taylor shrugged, but hie nervousness showed through.
 "I don't know. He's rambling on, jibberish. But I think I'd better go take him outside." He said. There was a door to the veranda nearby, so Taylor didn't have to take the drunken Zac through the main ball area. There was a bench outside, and Taylor threw Zac onto it.

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