I don't own the show or anything like that:)
First fanfic ever!
Pretty slow-paced the first chapter, I promise it will pick up soon. Will update the next chapter within the next couple of days, most likely tomorrow.
Thanks for reading! :D
"Mom!"
After a few seconds, my mom appeared, fumbling with her earrings. "What, honey?"
"What time are you going?"
Her mouth gaped for a moment. "Apparently not until I can get these earrings in!" Her eyes peered towards the clock on the mantle. She sighed. "We're supposed to be there in five minutes."
My parents were on their way to the 350th Supernatural episode party. Mom's shaky fingers finally got here earring in, then she glanced towards me. "Justice, please come?"
I looked down at myself. Fuzzy pajama pants, socks, oversized tee, and a cereal bowl resting on my lap. SO perfect for a formal party.
"Sure, it'll take me only twenty seconds to get ready, Mom." I said sarcastically.
She rolled her eyes.
"Danneel?" My mom turned as Dad walked into the living room. "You ready?" He had his dark blue suit on, with his greyish hair gelled up.
Mom's eyes sparkled for a second, and then several tears fell. "No! I can't get my earrings in and I-" her voice was cut off when Dad placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"Eww," I moan, turning back to the cereal bowl. I clanked the spoon on the side of the bowl.
From Dad's footsteps I heard him walk to the kitchen. "Justice," his rough, yet kind voice mumbled. "We'll be back later then normal tonight. You know the rules." He walked towards me, then bent over the couch and kissed the top of my head. "I'll see you later."
Mom did the same moments after. "Be good JJ. Don't go anywhere-"
"I won't, Mom."
She chewed her lip, and then finally smiled the least bit. "Okay, honey. See you tonight."
Dad opened the door to Mom, closed it, and after I heard the door lock, I snatched the remote.
"Stupid cable," I grumbled. My Dad had canceled it, not that we didn't have the money, he just would rather have me "reading books." But whenever I turned the TV on, the first WONDERFUL message to pop up would always be "Would you like to re-enchant your TV with cable once again? Only 17.99 a month!"
I quickly changed the station. After only eight clicks, I was back to the same station. "Eight. Eight channels."
All that was on was the news, "Twyla the Tooth Fairy," and Judge Jenny. I left the current station, which was playing the news on. I turned the sound down but don't bother turning the TV off as a get up.
Making my way to the sink with the cereal bowl, something catches my eye from the TV.
"Doctors have confirmed that there is only four persons left in the United States with Ebola," a young girl said holding a microphone. "They are in low condition and are expected to pass soon. Although they are all secured in hospitals in Georgia, officials are recommending being careful and staying inside your house until farther notice." She raised an eyebrow and peered into the camera. "That doesn't make sense to me but whatever-"' the live broadcasting cut out, and I didn't think anything of it.
Ebola had been going around for about 14 years now. The only time people freaked out about it was when I was 2, in 2015. About 500 people had it then. "It won't spread!" The President kept saying. No one believed him.
But then about a month after everyone was becoming paranoid, it just kind of…disappeared. No one mentioned Ebola. Every once and a while there would be a report on the news or in the "paper." "Ebola Gone in the U.S." Eventually, "Ebola Demolished in All The World!"
People questioned it for the next couple of months, but once no one talked about it…well, no one talked about it. Everyone forgot about it.
Every several years a case of it would come up. Everyone who got it died, Doctor's say. In fact, someone from Texas, (where I live) just like the first case of Ebola got it about two months ago.
So why are officials saying to be worried about it again now? I know that no one is going to take precaution, no matter what. You're more likely to get influenza then Ebola, everyone says. No one worries about it anymore, it's just a bad disease that unfortunately someone catches every other year or so. It's not that big of a deal.
I don't worry enough about Ebola to let it take me off of my important task of scraping the crusted, corn flakes off of the side of the bowl.
I was picking the last flake off with my fingernail when the water turned to a trickle. Several moments later, it shut off completely.
My eyebrows raised as I tapped the pipe. Nothing.
"Okay…that's not frightening at all."
And then the lights went out.
My heart skipped a beat. Get the salt, rang in my mind, after hearing my dad say it hundreds of times on the TV. Instead, I rushed a quick prayer through my mind and picked up a butter knife out of the sink.
I'm not the chick to yell out "Who's there?" like all the pretty supermodel actors in horror movies.
So, with my butter knife, I slowly worked towards the nearest light switch, careful not to step on any of the floorboards I knew creaked. Finally, I got the switch.
Up. Nothing. Down. Nothing. Still dark.
And then there was a knock on the door.
I dived behind the counter. Had Mom or Dad locked the door? I couldn't remember.
Swish, Swish. The intruder twisted the handle. A sigh of relief escaped my body when the door did not open.
"Justice!"
My eyes widened.
"West?"
I got up, dropped the knife and stumbled to the door. I looked out the peephole. A tall, dirty blonde, brown-eyed boy looked back at me.
My lips formed a smile.
I twisted the knob, and then he opened the door. "You need to chill out. You do realize I could see your silhouette walking around in there for the last five minutes. It was beautiful."
"Thanks," I say, rolling my eyes. He smirks. "Did you have a…butter knife?"
I shrugged. "Hey, if you were an intruder, I totally would of went on Peter on you and got you right in the eye."
"Probably," he agreed.
We stood there awkwardly for a moment. Well, at least I did. See, the thing is, I might have a crush on West. And the only person who knows is his little sister, Maison. She's a little bit older then me, but we're close.
"Hey, um…did you turn the power and water off?"
"What?" His voice was confused. That worried me.
"You mean, you didn't?"
"Didn't what? Turn the power off? Um, I know I'm brave, but I'm not dumb enough to handle an electrical box." He bragged.
A chill ran up my spine. Who did then?
"So, um…" He studied my outfit. "You're…not going, I'm assuming?"
"Huh? Oh, the party. No. Are you?" But his outfit answered it for me. Sweatpants, and a hoodie. Not that he wouldn't try to wear that to his own wedding.
"Obviously not. Maison really wanted to go, but since she had the flu yesterday, she couldn't, even though she's better. I convinced Dad to let me stay home with her because 'it's the right thing to do.' I just stayed because, you know. I hate parties."
I nodded. "Okay. What are you doing here then?" I was still insecure about the power and water going out.
"Maison and I are going to see the Sherlock Season 5 premiere. They're playing it at the theatre. Thomas is coming too; he's on his way. He's meeting us at your house."
"West, you know not to make plans at my place without telling me!"
"I didn't! Just your driveway."
I groaned. "West, I don't know. My parents were expecting me to stay home."
"Oh come-"
"JUSTICEEEEEE!" We both turned as up ran Maison, complete in a designer mini skirt and crop top, her blonde hair up in a perfectly messed up messy-bun. She wrapped her bony arms around me, and I grinned, and then pulled away. "Hey Mai."
"Are you coming?!"
"I-" Bright lights glared. "What-" My eyes adjusted as I realized it was a Ford red truck.
"Thomas is here," West said. He impatiently looked at his watch. "you coming or not?"
"Are you sure, that Thomas is going?" I stumbled over my words as I tried to stall. Maison furrowed her brows.
"Uh, would he be in your driveway if he isn't?"
"Well I want to know for sure."
"Fine." West ditched us and ran down the steps, stopping right in front of the truck. I couldn't hear the conversation, but could just 'see' West rolling his eyes the whole time.
Finally, the conversation seemed to end and West stepped back, letting Thomas open the door and climb out. A snort escaped my throat. Thomas towered almost a foot higher then West, and West hated it. West was a tall guy, but Thomas….was a moose.
"Where's Shepherd?" I called, rubbing my arms against each other. Although it was only early November, it was a bit chilly for Texas.
Thomas took the stairs three at time. West tried and nearly fell on his face. For his sake, I pretended I didn't see it. "Uh, he uh, went to the..the party." Thomas scratched at his forehead. He was cute. Not hot, cute. Big difference.
Now West, he was hot. Muscle, Dirty and messed up hair, brown eyes that I just…..okay. Calm down.
Thomas was tall and built, but not as much muscle. Dark brown hair that looked like his Dad's hair in season 3 in the show, a pointed nose, brown eyes that had a cute shape, like his Mom's. He was so shy, at least I think so, Maison tells me that's only when he's around me because he 'has a crush on me.' I don't believe it, but…..
"Are you going to the show?"
Thomas shrugged. "Um…I don't know..."
"Thomassss!" Maison squealed, throwing her arms down. "You told us you were going to!"
He looked at me. For some reason, my cheeks got hot and I turned, avoiding eye contact. "Well are you going, JJ?"
I bit down on my lip, hard. West and Maison, even Thomas, they all wanted to go. It wouldn't hurt. Mom and Dad wouldn't find out. At least, if I can manage to hold in the guilt.
I could feel West's and Maison's eyes burning into me. I had to answer. "I…uh…."
Suddenly, Maison screeched, moving away from where she was standing, by the window.
"What was that?!" West exclaimed, after Maison bumped into him harshly.
Maison was staring at the window. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a bright red light.
I took a step forward, while Thomas took a step back. I got close. It was just a red light, and I could see faded lines…of some sort of ancient letters or something.
Suddenly, something…or someone…shoved me, and I fell hard, the air knocking out of my lungs. I gasped, but nothing happened. My vision had blurred, but I peered up seeing a startled Maison, Thomas, West and…..
I blinked. There was another person.
I forced my body up as my eyes adjusted.
"D…Dad?"
He turned. A handsome, early thirty-something man looked back at me. My heart raced.
It was my Dad.