Ben's POV. 2008

One foot was places on the back of the chair the other on tip-toes on the seat of the chair as she peered at the top shelf. She clutched the side of the metal frame for balance, tucked under her arm were a few books. The bright red library vest draped over her slender shoulders. As soon as she saw me she placed her last few books on the shelf and turned towards me. She jumped over the chair back and landed two feet in front of me. I gaped at her lithe. Green eyes peeked out from behind her jet black bangs as she giggled.

"May I help you?" she asked smiling curtly at my expression.

"Me? Uh... um… yeah," I stuttered. She stood there waiting. "I'm wondering if your library has this book," I continued, taking an old folded yellowing piece of paper out of my pocket. I unfolded it and showed her.

"Hmm…" she said, "I'm not sure. Let's look it up on the computer." She started walking towards sidewall where the computers were lined up. Her black hair was twisted into an intricate ponytail which bobbed up and down as she walked the computer. He pale slender fingers typed on the keyboard and soon a picture of the book I was looking for popped up on the screen. "Is this the one?" she asked as I walked over to join her.

"Yes," I answered.

"Well then it's checked in! Right up the stairs and on you left, it's one of the bigger volumes on the shelf. Would you like me to come and help you find it?" she asked. Her English seemed older somehow, than her age, which couldn't be more than 17. More like mine should sound than hers.

"No, thank you though, you've been a great help," I thanked. I felt her eyes bore into the back of my head as I walked up the stairs. I glanced down at the top of the stairs towards her, her green eyes locked with mine and I knew they held something, some vast knowledge beyond any other person in this place. I quickly turned and went towards the shelf where the old volume sat. But I couldn't get those eyes out of my head, they held so much pain and misery, yet such hope for something better, I couldn't bear it. I tried to block the picture from my head as I skimmed through the volume for what I was looking for.

Elizabeth's POV.

There was something about that boy, his eyes, like mine, held some vast knowledge beyond anyone else. I didn't know whether I was just imagining that maybe he was like me, eternal, but when I looked into his eyes, the ice blue seemed to melt, like a frozen river in the spring. I hoped he was like me, but there was nothing I could do till closing time. I sighed and went back to my work. I slid my ear buds into my ears as flicked on my favorite song on my iPod. The technology these days was amazing.

Brown eyes and lungs are filled up with smoke
Fast lives are stuck in the undertow
But you know the places I wanna go
Cause oh oh oh
I've got a sickness, you've got the cure
You've got the spunk I've been lookin' for
And I've got a plan, we walk out the door

I'd been through so much in my 300 years. I'd been a terribly treated indentured-servant back in 1700's, in the American colonies. This wasn't self pity, this was facts.

You know you wanna
Just let go
It's time to roll down the windows
Sing it oh oh
Yeah all we need so here we go

By the time the Revolutionary war came around I'd been granted eternal life by an angel. I was supposed to go around and spread hope and help people. So far I'd been doing a pretty good job of that. I'd had a lot of friends in the army, so I decided to become a spy. Let me tell you firsthand, being arrested and tortured isn't fun. I shuddered.

Turn it up
It's five minutes to midnight
You're coming home with me tonight
I can't get enough
Shakin' me up
Turn it up
Alright, at five minutes to midnight
You see our name in city lights
We'll make the clock stop
Make your heart drop and come alive

After that mishap I decided it was best to stay out of the wars, so when the civil war came around. I was in Canada, helping a town help themselves, and staying out of the war with the United States. I spent most of the rest of my life helping people in random towns and cities, and when the Civil War ended, I came back to help people rebuild their towns.

We could
Pack up and leave all our things behind
No fact or fiction or storyline
Cause I need you more than just for tonight
You're oh oh all I care
I can't stop my breathing in
I'm weak and you were my medicine
I won't stop till I am under your skin

I went through the decades, traveling from town to town and that was when I found my love of books. In almost every town I volunteered or worked at the library, it was my favorite place to be. And when I came here, well it was just the natural thing to do.

You know you wanna
Just let go
It's time to roll down the windows
Sing it oh oh
Yeah all we need so here we go

I started singing along softly to the music so I didn't notice when the strange boy came up behind me again.

"Hey," he whispered. I jumped, the ear buds slid from my ears, still playing the song.

"Find everything you needed?" I inquired as I caught my breath.

Turn it up
It's five minutes to midnight

"Just about," he said softly. "Five minutes to Midnight," he chuckled glancing at his watch as the song played on around my neck.


You're coming home with me tonight
I can't get enough
Shakin' me up
Turn it up

"It is?" I asked flustered. "Well that means it's almost closing time, come downstairs and I'll check out the books you want."


Alright, at five minutes to midnight
You see our name in city lights

"No, need," he replied, "I got done everything I needed to."


We'll make the clock stop
Make your heart drop and come alive

"Oh, well… I'm, going to start closing up, so if you could…" I trailed off.

"Leave?"

"Yeah."

"No problem," he said turning to leave. I suddenly didn't want him to go, but I couldn't find my voice. I watched him walk down the stairs and heard the bells chime as he walked out the door. I flinched. That was the one thing I hated, bells, because they always meant someone leaving or someone else coming, but they never stayed.

I started to close up and as the clock stroked Midnight I walked out the door.

And when the clock strikes twelve
Will you find another party go and kiss and tell?
Cause you know I never will
I think we should strike a match
We'll hold it to the wind to and see how long it lasts
We can make the time stand still

And there he stood under the old-fashioned streetlight. The crescent moon basking him in a silvery glow, his tousled tow-colored hair waved in the evening breeze.

Turn it up
It's five minutes to midnight
You're coming home with me tonight
I can't get enough
Shakin' me up
Turn it up

"Y'know," he started, walking towards me, "I never caught your name."

Alright, at five minutes to midnight
You see our name in city lights
We'll make the clock stop
Make your heart drop and come alive

"Elizabeth," I smiled, "And yours?"

"Ben," he laughed sitting down on the bench behind me. I sat down too. And looking straight into his eyes I knew he was like me, I just… knew somehow.

Turn it up
It's five minutes to midnight
You're coming home with me tonight
I can't get enough
Shakin' me up
Turn it up
Alright, at five minutes to midnight
You see our name in city lights
We'll make the clock stop
Make your heart drop and come alive