Disclaimer: I own nothing IaHB related. The lyrics to the song "Silence" by Delerium, featuring Sarah MacLaughlin is not mine either.
Okay, I wrote most of this during a very boring English class yesterday (Deren, you know which one I am taking about). The teacher was droning on about how he writes to Rupert Murdoch and how he hangs out with the ambassador of Haiti (I kid you not, he actually says these things). So, being bored, I started to write, not really knowing what was going to happen. Well, let me tell you, I was a bit surprised when this came out of the whole thing. Hope you guys like it. Please review.
I strongly suggest that you listen to Delerum's "Silence", featuring Sarah MacLaughlin while reading this. That song totally inspired this fic.

He stood near his locker, talking to his friends. Nothing was out of the ordinary. The bell would ring soon, signaling that it would be time to go to homeroom. He glanced down the hall towards her locker, but she wasn't there. Jeez, he thought, she had better hurry or she's going to be late.

He laughed at something his friend said, allowing himself to be pulled into the merriment of his friends around him. He liked this part of the day the best, when he could stand at his locker and just converse lightly with his friends. The din of the other students milling around their own lockers amused him. They reminded him of bees buzzing around the hive. Even though he disliked school with a passion, he had to admit that the noise from his fellow students before homeroom was somewhat comforting.

But, where was she?

He laughed again and responded to the joke that his friend had posed. One of his friends threw out another comment, drawing responses from his other friends. Another laugh.

Down the hallway, suddenly, the double doors flew open as if a great gust of wind had pushed into them. Everything went silent. No more din of noisy students. He glanced down the hallway and was immediately blinded by the great light pouring through the doorway. He squinted, looking for the source of the light. And for a few seconds he saw nothing but its brilliance.

And then she stood poised just inside the doorway. The light bathed her, making her look like an amazing Goddess come down to walk amongst the mortals. Her long dark hair was wet, hanging down in straight strands around her shoulders. She was dressed in all black- black tank top and dark blue jeans. She looked ready to kill.

His eyes went wide as she started forward, walking in his direction. Slow deliberate steps as if she had all the time in the world. The crowd of students between them parted slowly, like the sea for Moses. Students pushed each other up against lockers to get out of her way. Vaguely, he wondered what would happen when she reached him.

She came closer, not saying a word. Words, it seemed, were not necessary.

And then she was there, so close to him that her wet hair brushed against his red tee shirt. She did not touch him. Instead, she simply leaned forward, raised on her tiptoes. Her breath caressed his ear, tickling it. A shiver went down his spine. And then she spoke. A slight whispering in his ear.

"Give..... me...... release...... Witness.....me........I.......am....outside......give....me.......peace."


Each word was slow and deliberate, like her steps had been. He didn't dare to move. He just stood there, listening and feeling. Something inside him jumped and he realized that his heart was beating rapidly.

Her lips brushed his ear lightly as she spoke.

He was losing control. She was bewitching him, being so close. It took every ounce of his strength to stay still and wait to see what she'd do next. He had never seen her act like this. It was astounding, amazing, unreal. But, oh, he liked it!

Then suddenly she moved. Her left hand came up slowly and touched the side of his waist. Her hand slid lazily around his waist and settled on his back. Her right hand touched his chest and slowly made its way to his shoulder and finally came to a stop when it cupped lightly the side of his neck.

That was it. He couldn't control himself any longer. He had to feel his fingers in her hair. He had to see her eyes. He had to be closer.....He reached up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her the last few centimeters between them. She didn't even look surprised as he lost his fingers in her hair.

She pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, and he saw the vixen that he had never knew existed. Her eyes glittered excitement and knowledge at his own. Aye, she knew she was driving absolutely crazy. She knew exactly what she was doing.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her eyes were hypnotic, pulling him in further and further.

And then the sly smile slowly disappeared from her face and her eyes narrowed. She turned in his grasp slowly, and he prayed desperately that she would not move away from him. He was not ready to let go of her yet. But, she just twisted in his grasp, looking behind her at someone who was walking down the hall.

He felt her stiffen.

He looked down the hall, wondering who could have brought forth such an action from her.

Bobbie? He thought confused, watching as the other dark haired girl walked slowly towards them. Her steps were just as deliberate as Caitie's had been. And yet,.....they seemed to lack the simultaneous air of grace and danger that Caitie's had had.

What is Bobbie doing here, He wondered confused. She doesn't even go to this school. She doesn't belong here.

And then, slowly, Caitie raised her right hand, palm out. Light seemed to sprinkle from her fingertips. The light pushed through the air and surrounded Bobbie. Bobbie stopped walking and looked at Caitie surprised.

"No," Caitie said loudly enough so that the echo bounced off the surrounding walls.

Bobbie smiled wickedly and then looked past Caitie to Jamie. Her smile grew and she winked at him. Oh, her intentions were clear. She moved again, or at least tried to. Bobbie looked around herself in surprise.

Why can't she move, Jamie thought. He watched as Bobbie struggled against the light, trying in vain to move out of its depths. No luck for her. Her face turned red and Jamie could tell that she was so mad. And yet, she said absolutely nothing.

Caitie turned back to Jamie, a smile appearing on her mouth. He looked down at her surprised at what had just happened. And yet, he found that he did not care about Bobbie. As soon as he looked into Caitie's eyes again, he was lost.

She leaned towards him slowly, closing her eyes. His eyes widened and his heart beat even harder in his chest. This was it. It was really going to happen. Hadn't he thought about doing this for so long now? But, he had never expected it to happen like this. He had never expected Caitie to be like this. But, he liked it.

Jamie leaned down a bit, waiting for the inevitable kiss. He did not close his eyes though. He wanted to see.......everything.

So close. So close.

And then when their lips were just about to meet, Caitie stopped and opened her eyes. Jamie froze, again wondering what was going on. She smiled at him, her eyes teasing him. Only centimeters apart.

She reached up and brushed her fingers across his jaw.

And then she was moving away. He couldn't stop her, even though he wanted to. He couldn't seem to find the strength to pull her back to him. And where were the words he needed to make her come back to him? She pulled away slowly, allowing her fingers to slide over his jaw as she went. And then she was walking down the hallway behind him. The slow deliberate steps again.

Hungry still for more

Jamie turned and watched her walk away into another bath of light. It as so bright, his eyes hurt. As soon as he could not see her any more, he turned back towards Bobbie. But, she was not behind him as she had been. In fact, no one was. Jamie stood by himself in the darkness of the lonely hallway.
.................

He was in class, attempting to pay attention as the teacher droned on and on about the civil war. The teacher stood at the front of the room, facing the students. His voice was monotone, which Jamie had never realized before. But, just then, it seemed more prominent than before.

Caitie sat four desks up from him. She was fidgeting in her chair as if she needed to leave badly. Jamie looked at her change positions again and he smiled. What was up with her?

As if feeling his eyes on her, she turned slowly in her chair. Her eyes alighted on his own and she smiled slyly. His eyes widened at the mischief he saw there.

She turned around in her seat and was still for a moment's time. Totally still, no movement what so ever.

And then she moved. Caitie stood from her seat and turned around. She walked towards Jamie. Again her steps were slow and deliberate.

Jamie looked at Caitie, surprised that she had just abruptly gotten up in the middle of class. He looked at the teacher, who seemed to think nothing was out of the ordinary as he droned on.

Caitie reached his desk and Jamie sat up a bit straighter in his chair. Something was going to happen, he knew. Something very strange.

She stopped by his desk and then in one fluid motion, she was on the desktop. She sat cross-legged, looking as if she had always been there. As if nothing was out of the ordinary.

She leaned down to Jamie, her long hair brushing against his face. Caitie reached out her hand slowly and touched his cheek.

"I can't help this longing....comfort me.......I can't hold it all in...........if you won't let me," She whispered slowly.

Her finger stroked his cheek, caressing it lightly. He sat there, so still. He was afraid that if he moved, it would break the spell that they both seemed to be under. He watched her eyes shine as her finger traced down his throat and back up to his cheek. What had come over her, he wondered.

And why didn't anyone else seem to care? All of the other students sat facing the teacher. The teacher, himself, was still lecturing as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. As if Caitie always sat on top of Jamie's desk and touched his face as lightly as a feather would.

Oh god, Jamie thought. It was way too much. He liked Caitie, he really did. This was just too much. How was he supposed to pretend he didn't like her as more than a friend when she was doing this?

And that's when Jamie realized that her last words had been meant for him. She had read his thoughts exactly. He couldn't hold in his feelings for her because she would not let him.

Slowly, his hand shaking with nervousness, Jamie reached out and cupped Caitie's cheek. She leaned into his touch and closed her eyes. He watched totally amazed as she turned her head slowly to kiss the palm of his hand. She turned back to him, as if wanting to see his reaction to her boldness.

Oh wow, he thought.

And then she was leaning forward towards him. Her eyes were closing. And he was leaning forward, not even knowing really what he was doing. His eyes closed on their own accord and they were slipping away together.

Their lips met in a kiss that was better than Jamie had ever imagined. He still had his hand on her cheek and his thumb drew little circles there as he kissed her. Caitie reached up and hooked her hands behind his neck, pulling him a bit closer.

They kissed, lips touching lips, melting into each other.

They were one.

And then the light exploded around them and everything went black.


Jamie woke startled, sweat trickling down his brow. He sat up in bed and ran a shaky hand through his hair. He looked around himself, trying to accept that all he had seen and felt had been a dream. All he saw was darkness.

"Whoa," he mumbled and then lay back down, hoping to fall asleep and dream some more.

So, what do you think? Please review. Thanks lots.