Title: Where'd You Go
Author: AbayJ aka Ashley Marie
Disclaimer: I own nada, Hold Me belongs to Savage Garden
Rating: K to M
Genre: Romance/Drama/Angst/Songfics/WIP/AU
Fandom(s): J-Lu & Journey (Hints: CarSon, CarJax, LuSam, Skate, Liason, LnL3, Jaxis, NiCo, LnL2)
Archiving: Just ask.
Summery: Two couples deal with the reality's of life and how they can get past of so much pain and so many years of lies.
Author's Note:Okay, this is the revised Prologue and I want to thank Tiffany for all her work! Thanks so much! Any remaining mistakes are all my own!

Prologue: Where'd You Go

Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone

It was way to dark and it was way to painful to open my eyes and let light in. Not to mention, I knew what I'd find. I'd find a hell of my own making, well not exactly of my own making, more like of my enemies making. I just lived it, not because I wanted too, but because I had too. Shaking my head, I wince at the pain and sit up. Deciding laying here would just make the day go slower than it already did. Opening my eyes, I look towards the bar covered windows. I had found out they were impassable. After hours of trying the day I arrived here, I had figured it out. All I did was create more blisters on my hands.

Walking over to it, I look outside and saw the ocean lapping against the rocks of the shore. It was all I ever saw, I never saw people, animals, or any other signs of life. All I saw were the tides. It was something I guess. Shaking my head, I walk away from it and looked at the door that was barred shut as well. There was just a little opening that a tray slid through with my daily food and drink. Along with the newest paperback novel and a few magazines that I enjoyed reading.

Who ever was on the other side of the door had asked me my likes during my first few weeks here. His voice was the closest to human contact I got. Besides the magazines and TV. I knew in the next few minutes, the tray would come through the slot, and so would the voice. It was a daily routine that played out every morning at 9. And right now, it was 8:57.

It was crazy that I could get so excited over it, but I guess that was what 3 years of only that as companionship would do to a girl. Walking towards the mirror, I took the bottle of water off and sipped it and then reached for the brush and combed it through my long blond hair. It was much to long but when a pair of hair scissors had came through the slot, I had been to scared to cut much off. Most of the time, I kept it wrapped in a bun or pony tail. Shaking my head, I begin the process and finish with a tight and secure pony tail and the end of it reaches past my ass.

I turn my head and look at the clock and smirk when it hits 9 and I hear the knock. Walking over to the door, I slide down until I was sitting right next to the slot and lean my head against the door. Waiting for the voice.

"Good Morning Miss Matthews..."

It came and I only smiled. This voice was my salvation but I knew one day, someone would find me and I'd have to say goodbye, and that didn't bother me. This man was why I was here, he was the reason I was stuck in here. I knew that wasn't true, he could let me out, but he hadn't. Right now though, he was my way of survival. I had to survive this. He was the reason I didn't go crazy.

"Hello Tommy, how's the wife."

I ask and started to pull in the tray from the slot, remembering Tommy was my survival and that sooner or later, someone would save me and I'd be home again.

She said "Some days I feel like shit,
Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,
"I don't understand why you have to always be gone.

I get along but the trips always feel so long,
And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,
'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,
But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,
But when I pick up I don't have much to say,
So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"

"Dammit, answer the phone."

I say with a breath and I just get the voice mail again. Lifting my arm, I threw my phone against the bricks of the fire place in front of me and fall onto the couch. Feeling all this pain fall over me and envelope me like a dear friend that paid a visit much to often. It had been to long, much to long since I've heard from him and since he had gotten on that plane, my stomach has been a twisted net of knots and worry. I was sure at my 21st birthday which was only three short weeks away, I'd have a stomach full of ulcers, all because of him.

"You should have gone out for the soft ball team, cupcake."

I hear the voice and turn my head to smile at my father, the one man, besides my brothers, I knew would never let me down, as long as they could help it that was. Shaking my head, I clean those thoughts out of my head again, because right now, they were giving me a headache. Competing for attention.

"That was a fluke, much to big of a target."

I mummer and put my head in my hands and then before my face touched it, I notice the ring on my left hand and I felt the urge to go throw up. It had been 2 months ago my life had taken a dark turn. And there was no way I could go back on the promise I had spoken, if I did, my mother, my father, and my brothers would suffer. Something I wouldn't allow to happen, even if I had to lay in the bed with the devil. They would have done the same.

"Are you alright?"

My dad asks and I turn my head, giving him my best smile and nod. Dropping my left hand and putting my chin in my right. I wouldn't let him know how much I was hurting, or how much I regretted my decision or he'd do the heroic thing and make me leave Logan and tell Scott Baldwin to kiss my ass. Nope, I wouldn't tell him because I couldn't let that happen, so I lied. Something I was getting better and better at doing.

Every word from my mouth was a lie; I was living a lie, except when I was with him. Then I could be me, instead of LuLu Hayes, I was LuLu Spencer. Survival, this was about survival though. I could keep this up, I could survive this and make sure my family was in good hands. I could and I would, so I turned to my father again and gave him a large smile.

"I'm fine, Logan just won't answer my call."

It was one more lie, one more on top of a thousand, and it wasn't like it would hurt anymore then it already did.

I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...