A/N: This was originally going to be called 'To Sweet To Die' but I took out the sentence because I didn't know how to write a fight between the Slashers and Tally. But I left in the candy analogies. I got the whole candy idea from the cat puke sentence in the first book.
One last thing, I wrote this story during class. Yet I have an A average, go fig.
I don't own Uglies. Shay didn't die a horrible death.
The inky blue night sky was frosted with stars and the moonlight sprinkled the woods with a sugary powder. The river was a ribbon of frosting across the landscape.
Everything was perfect.
If you ignored the hoverboards in the distance. The Special hoverboards, to be specific, which could only mean one person.
Tally Youngblood.
David was with her.
They were racing away from a city (Tally's city, to be exact) because of the new government and the Slashers.
The new government was trying to re-use the pretty lesions.
The Slashers were trying to eradicate the government, the Cutter and the Smoke…which included David.
And to top it all off, he was mad at her.
"Why didn't you tell me about this, Tally?" Thanks to her Special hearing, Tally could hear David over the roar of the wind and the hoverboards.
"I thought I could handle it!" However, Tally had to yell in order for David to hear her.
"You know what tends to happen when you try to handle things on your own!"
That hurt.
"I stopped Cable, didn't I?" Tally's voice becomes icy, that cruel calm tone she uses whenever she starts to get angry.
"Yes," David continues, not recognizing it. "But you also caused a war in Diego, destroyed the old Smoke and…"
Tally brought her board sharply in front of David's to make him stop.
"You were going to say 'killed Zane' weren't you?"
"No. C'mon Tally, they're getting close.
They were getting closer, but not close enough to worry about.
Tally's paranoia kicked in and her temper flared. "You're trying to change the subject!"
"No, I'm not," Tally could hear David's pulse speed up. "Tally, we have to go."
Tally took a deep breath. You love David, remember? There is absolutely no reason to kill him. He's not a threat…
Tally's mind was so absorbed with this thought and she didn't hear the hoverboards coming closer.
"Tally!" David's voice cut through thoughts. "We have to go!"
She nods, spins her hoverboard so that it faces forward and rockets ahead at top speed with David right behind her.
They got two kilometers when they ran into the Slashers…
Tally bolted upright in a cold sweat and breathing hard.
It was just a nightmare. Okay, I wish it was just a nightmare.
This had been happening for the last month; three days after David had died. A week after they had last…
Tally sighed, then swallowed hard to fight off a wave of nausea. That had been happening a lot lately. She'd assumed it was just nerves or stress or-
Ping. Shay.
"Tally-wa?" Shay's voice came somewhat cheerfully to the skintenna. "I looked up everything you've been experiencing lately. You know, the nausea, the fatigue, the mood swings-"
"Get on with it, Shay."
"Tally, did you get your period this month?"
"No…"
"Then…you're probably pregnant. Congratulations, Tally!"
Tally thinks of a saying she saw not so long ago: When God closes a door, He opens a window.
A/N: See that green box? The one that says review? Click it only in you have constructive criticism. I don't care if you flame, just as long as it's not a whiny rant about how I shouldn't have killed David.