Title: Crawl from the Darkness
Author: Gis
Rating: PG
Category: Jake and Hamilton
Disclaimer: Who me?! Do I look like I could afford a television show?! What? I'm sure you're just saying that...but no.
Summary: This is my sequel to Death's Advocate. That's a little vague...isn't it?
Spoilers: Season one and Death's Advocate. (and once I get it done...Secrets)
Feedback: Always welcome, but never necessary.
Thanks: A quick thanks to my UC family, and everyone who's been so kind as to give me feedback on my writing!
~Part One~
A single, transparent bead of moisture fell, forcing a small circle of mist to push apart then rise up to gather itself again. The clouded mist rested above the grass-covered hill, swirling around the procession of people clothed in a deep sadness. Tiny raindrops began to clutter the darkened sky, falling heavier and growing louder with every trickle.
. . .
Jake woke up, tears threatening to escape as she attempted to compose herself from the nightmare that had invaded her dreams.
"Hmm?...What?" came a voice from the other side of the room. Samantha groggily opened her left eye trying to focus it on her roommate. "Mpht...You okay?" she asked, staring out from her semi-slit eyelid. "Jay?"
Jacqueline ran her hands through her hair slowly, "Yeah...I just had a bad dream. Sorry to wake you."
"Wake me? Come on, I always get up at..." Samantha grabbed the small alarm clock sitting on the nightstand next to her bed, "...six thirty on Saturdays." She smiled playfully, setting the alarm clock back down and swinging her legs off of the bed, "Orange juice."
Jake looked up at her, confusion riddled across her face. "Is that suppose to be a cure for nightmares or something?" she asked, slipping her feet into a pair of fluffy pink slippers, peeking out from underneath her bed.
"No, I'm just thirsty," Samantha replied, standing up and stretching her arms over her shaking head, "...and you owe me one." She did her best to stifle a yawn as Jake chuckled to herself, then stood up and strolled towards her closet.
"Do you think the cafeteria's open this early on a Saturday?" Jake asked, pulling out a white, form-fitting t-shirt and slightly baggy pair of blue Levis.
"I'm counting on it not being," Samantha said, a mischievous grin appearing on her lips.
Jake just looked at her, rolling her eyes, "I still don't understand why you insist on eating at Friendly's every weekend."
"Well, if you haven't noticed, school's almost out for the summer..." Samantha began, pulling on a pair of light brown kakis, "...and if you also haven't noticed, the Edmund High tennis team has been coming into the diner after every practice for the last three weeks. What reason do I have not to eat at Friendly's every weekend?!" After pulling a purple, short-sleeved turtleneck over her head, Samantha turned back towards Jake raising one eyebrow and leaning back on the dresser with her elbows.
Grabbing her keys from the dresser, Jake headed for the door, shaking her head and laughing. "Alright, already. You know you're completely hopeless, don't you?"
"Funny, I thought you were the one dragging that poor guy of yours around on a ball and chain." Samantha replied, pushing off of the dresser and heading out the door.
"Speaking of Hamilton, let's stop by his house and see if he's up."
Samantha turned to walk backwards for a moment, a coy smirk appearing on her face, "Great! Someone to buy me breakfast too..."
