Legend is as of right now my absolute favorite series. I was a little disappointed how Champion ended, but it was sweet in every way. Then one day, I think to myself, what if Champion ended differently? What if something happened that wasn't in the finale? And thus this piece was born!

I don't own Champion or any of the characters in it. Except two... ;)

And I'd like to thank my partner, shadowhuntingdauntlessdemigod, for her help in putting this together. You're the best, cousin ;D

Chapter 1

Screams

~June~

I was running.

Everything around me was blurry, like looking through fogged glass. Fear and desperation combined with adrenaline seemed to push my body faster than I've ever gone before. Why was I in such a rush again? Oh, right. Day was shot...

And I noticed, matter-of-factly, that his nearly motionless body was the only semi-clear thing I could see in the midst of the gathering crowd. To my horror, the blood leaking from his wounds stood out even more. Within seconds, I had shoved people out of my way and was at his side. I noticed a blur of curls and grey eyes say something before taking off. Pascao. I think I said something to Day; my lips were moving, but my voice wouldn't work. His voice echoed in my head above the chaos around us.

"I don't want—to leave you—Eden—" I remember this; the same fear and desperation in his eyes and voice. I remember the kiss to gently silence him, the quiet pleas for him to keep fighting, every little detail.

He just smiles at me, his expression so sad that it breaks through the numb feeling in my heart, and I begin to cry. Those bright blue eyes. Before me is the boy who has bandaged my wounds on the streets of Lake, who has guarded his family with every bone in his body, who has stayed by my side in spite of everything, the boy of light and laughter and life, of grief and fury and passion, the boy whose fate is intertwined with mine, forever and always. And he's dying , like I remembered it.

"I love you. Can you stay awhile?" If my heart broke, I couldn't feel it. I'm pretty sure it just died in my chest at those final words. The last words he would ever say to me as the girl he loved more than anything. I kissed him again, leaning my head against his as I whispered those three words over and over again. Our tears mingled together beneath my fingers which cradled his ashen face. I remember closing my eyes and praying. Let him live...

I prayed for the medics to hurry. I prayed for Day's life. For him to one day walk out of his hospital room, wounds healed and that sly grin on his face. To hold me safely in his arms for eternity if he could. To kiss me till I couldn't remember how to breathe. To drown me with his ocean blue eyes every time he looked at me. For him to run across Los Angeles, leaping roof to roof, graceful and majestic as an eagle. To be free from all his troubles.

I nearly forgot what came next till it was too late. I felt hands grip my arms and try to remove me from Day's side. I stubbornly struggled against their hold. I fought even harder when the scene around me began to grow dark. Just before it all disappeared, I broke from the medics and screamed. For everything that had happened. I screamed for everything broken in our lives.

And that's how I woke up.

I sprung up in bed, covered in a cold sweat as the scream died in my throat. Breathing hard, I tried my best to calm my racing pulse as the undying terror lingered. I lost count of how many nightmares I've had since that night. And each night was worse than the last, tonight being the absolute worst. Day getting shot, Commander Jameson falling to her death, the blood, every detail was permanently embedded into my mortified memory. Day had been in a coma for three weeks now, and each day he doesn't wake up only worries me even more. What is he never woke up again? What if I'd never see his beautiful face or hear his melodious voice after that night? It was enough to make me sick to my stomach with this ever-growing fear.

Then as if in tune with my thoughts, my stomach gave a violent twist. I was in the bathroom in an instant and heaved just as brutally. The aftermath left my throat sore, and I could still taste the bile in the back of my mouth. After brushing my teeth and rehydrating myself, I just stood there, leaning over the sink with my head bowed. This unbelievable nausea started a few days after Day was taken into medical custody. Tess agreed with me that my body was just over-worrying itself, seeing as she herself hasn't been in the best shape. But this is starting to scare me a bit. The vomiting is almost nonstop, my energy levels have dropped beyond their normal standards, I get headaches nearly every night, and I'm starting to get mild back pains. Anden practically forbid me from returning to duty until I was back to full strength. Nice to know he cares despite my stubbornness.

The symptoms don't add up to any illness I can think of. It's not influenza or a cold, at least I don't think it is. I should talk to Tess tomorrow. She's a nurse-in-training at the hospital, she might know what's going on. I just hope this doesn't become a bigger problem.

Chapter One done! ^_^ I've been going out of my mind with this story and just had to write it. I once again like to thank my good friend, shadowhuntingdauntlessdemigod, for her help. This idea has taken us both by storm, and we just had to dig deeper!

What's wrong with June? Is this an illness, perhaps another virus? Or something more?

Find out within a week or so! My school's off for Mardi Gras so I can get some writing done :D Later!

~Luna