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The room was white and bright, the tiles, walls, and ceilings were spotless and clean, a locked white door was in the middle of one of the walls that faced her, it's golden knob gleaming in the light.

This was where she was going to die.

The temperature was so cold, almost as cold as snow itself. The floor felt like pure ice, and the frosty air wafted around the room, the bitter cold taking it's toll on her.

A girl layed motionless on the ground, her skin pale as parchment, dry golden locks cascading from her shoulders, dim, grass green eyes gazing at the empty room.

Tears stained Sinead's pale face as she layed sprawled on the, cold, freezing floor.

She only was wearing a sleeveless, short, thin, white dress, making the cold even more torture.

The Vespers.

More tears came to Sinead's eyes as they silently streaked down Sinead's face.

She joined the Vespers, betraying the Cahills, thinking that the Cahills were useless, heartless people.

The explosion on that tragic day left her and her brothers with eternal scars... And she blamed it on the Cahills.

Ted lost his eye sight, and Ned had painful headaches, and Sinead had scars running up her arms, but they were almost invisible now.

At first the doctors had so many solutions, so Sinead refrained from hating the Cahills, but then they ran out one by one after each failed try, hope for Ted and Ned growing into a slim ray of light.

Sinead united with the Vespers, not knowing that Ted was held hostage, she thought she could obtain the serum and give it to Ted and Ned, healing them of their wounds.

The 16 year old girl closed her eyes, the serum was "nasty stuff", and it was her fatal mistake that landed her here.

It was never the Cahills, Amy was a sweet 16 year old girl, her best friend, and she betrayed her, she betrayed all of them.

When Sinead found out the flaw in her plan and her thinking, she quickly rejoined the Cahills, set out to end the war with the Vespers forever.

Once they were defeated, a little group of the remaining Vespers launched out and kidnapped her and trapped her in this cold room for her betrayal, but then disappeared into the darkness, hopefully gone for good.

But she would never know.

Sinead shivered in her dress, apparently before she was locked in here the Vespers played "dress-up" with her, making the frigid room even more painful.

Tears sprang to her eyes, it was really the end. After everything, it was actually the end.

It was her fate.

Natalie and Evan died during this war while fighting, loyal to their side.

Now she was going to die too, and the crushing weight of everything she could've done nearly shattered her heart.

She never would be able to see Ned or Ted again, she would never be able to ever be able to see their faces again, full of excitement, joy, anger, sorrow, or grief. Never again would she hold an experiment down at the lab in their basement, testing chemicals and mixing them together to see the reactions. She would never be able to recite the periodic table in front of them, testing which of the triplets knew the most about all the elements. She couldn't ever hold their hand again, couldn't hug them, couldn't tell them she will miss them and say goodbye...

She wouldn't be able to see Amy's wonderful face anymore as they grin at each other, happy and excited. She wouldn't hear another sentence about Dan and ninjas. No more "Mrrp"s from Saladin. None of that. She couldn't tell Amy that she was the best friend she ever had and that she appreciated her so much, or tell Dan that he was not a ninja, or rub the back of Saladin's furry head. None of that was possible anymore.

She never will attend another one of Jonah's concerts, or hear his rapping on the radio. Not again would she see Phoneix's figure dwindling behind Jonah's. She would never be able to plug her ears because of Jonah's singing, play chess with Phoneix and most of the time win, or any of that. None. Nothing.

Then there was Hamilton. Sinead couldn't help but fall in love with every bit of him. From the way he was so loyal to his family, to the way his sky-blue eyes always shined when he laughed. Not that she'll never get the chance to tell him that though. Never have the possiblity of walking side by side, finger intertwined. Taking a romantic walk in the quiet evening... Watching the stars together... Even if she weren't trapped, he would probably not return her feelings. If he did... she would never be able to find out.

Sinead curled up even tighter in a ball, trying to keep herself warm, quietly sniffing as more tears fell from her pools of emerald-green eyes.

She'd never see Hamilton again.

The realization striked her like thunder.

Now there was no more hope left... None at all.

Sinead reached a shaking hands towards the door, draining all of her energy. Sinead cried out in pain and her hand collapsed to the ground where her body lied.

It really was the end. After all of this, it actually was.

She would never be able to live the rest of her life, she'll never be with any of her beloved family and friends again... Hamilton...

It broke her, every last second only made the pain increase.

The white room blurred as her eyes blinked before fluttering shut, the room swirling around her.

"So this is how it feels like to die." Sinead thought, the world becoming consumed in a dark, dark night.

A wavering figure of Hamilton appeared, the door busted opened as he knelt down beside her, his face scrunched up with worry.

"It's probably not real anyways. Hamilton isn't actually here. I'm all alone."

Sinead looked up at the figure of Hamilton one last time.

She sucked in a deep of breath and exhaled it, shadows already clouding her vision.

Sinead felt herself drift into a world of darkness as her last thoughts were, "Goodbye... Hamilton."


"Sinead!"

Hamilton picked up the unconcious Sinead, wrapping her up in an extra blanket he brought.

Sinead's skin was nearly as pale as snow, and her light body remained limp in Hamilton's arms.

When Sinead went missing, Hamilton immediately volunteered to find her. After all, he loved her.

Hamilton blushed at the thought, shaking his head and getting back to the matter at hand.

The small group of Vespers were gone, and Hamilton found Sinead in one of their secret rooms.

Hamilton looked back at Sinead. Even when she looked weak and vulnerable, she was still beautiful.

Tiny, nearly invisible scratches were running down Sinead's arm. With a pain, Hamilton remembered it was from the explosion.

He had to save Sinead, he had to. Not just because she was a part of the Cahills, or because he needed to make it up to her, or because of any of that.

He loved Sinead, and he couldn't let her die.

Thought number 1: He needed to get Sinead out of here.

Thought number 2: He needed blankets, or anything to warm up Sinead.

Thought number 3: Sinead kind of looks cute... No, totally hot in that dress.

Hamilton partially ignored his last thought and ran to the private plane the Cahills owned for emergencies, carrying Sinead bridal-style and hauling her up onto the plane.

Hamilton carried Sinead to a room in the airplane, gingerly placing her on the bed and covering her with loads of blankets. Hamilton brought a tray of food and slid it next to Sinead on a nightstand in case she woke up.

Hopefully she will wake up.


"Huh?"

Sinead's eyes fluttered opened to the rays of sunlight glaring down at her. Her vision was blurry for a second before focusing on someone.

Hamilton.

"Are you alright?" Hamilton gently asked, sitting by her side.

Sinead found herself in a warm and cozy bed with Hamilton holding one of her hands. The room around her was tinted a shady green with a brown wood-colored carpet.

It felt comforting.

"This was nothing like... there." Sinead thought to herself, examining her surroundings. "How did I survive?"

And then there was Hamilton, right next to her. Sinead had to admit, she did like the feeling of Hamilton being beside her.

"Well..." Hamilton started, and as if he read her mind, he began to tell Sinead how he found her and managed to get her here.

"Where are we now?"

Sinead had to know where she was. Where everyone was.

"We're back at the Cahill mansion." Hamilton gave Sinead's pale hand a reassuring squeeze."

Hamilton opened his mouth to say something else, but looked away.

How much trouble did Sinead cause to Hamilton?

Why did Hamilton save her?

"You were in a coma for seven days..." Hamilton paused, his sky blue eyes looking sad.

Probably sad that I didn't die.

The thought pained Sinead, she loved Hamilton, but he would never even give a thought about her.

"I wouldn't blame him..." Sinead miserably thought to herself, the warmth of the bed now seemingly turning cold.

He abruptly turned his head back in her direction.

Hamilton was handsome. And hot.

His blond hair stuck up, and his crystal blue eyes showed concern. His tanned skin had a healthy glow to it, and due to him being a Tomas, he had a lot of muscle.

Sinead slightly tilted her head, a blush creeping across her cheeks as she just realized this.

And then another thought hit her.

She was in a coma. For seven days.

The realization hit her like a thunderbolt.

Sinead immediately sat straight up, her breathing becoming more rapid, her green eyes becoming as wide as marbles. Sinead stared at her fragile hands before turning to face Hamilton, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Seven days?" Sinead asked weakly, feeling herself tremble.

Hamilton gave Sinead's hand another squeeze. She forgot he was holding her hand and felt herself heat up again.

Not that that can compare with the fact she was out for seven days. SEVEN DAYS. Seven days was equivlant to a week! A week had 168 hours. She was in a coma for 168 hours.

Hamilton and Sinead's eyes lock and she felt herself slowly calm down.

"Don't be worried..." Hamilton said soothingly, "You know..." Hamilton's voice dropped to a whisper as he looked down at the wooden floor.

"I was really worried about you."

Sinead's breathing was now even, but her heart beat increased until she felt like it might burst out of her chest.

Hamilton was worried about her?

Did this mean... he liked her? Possibly loved her?

"No... He's probably only saying it." Sinead thought to herself, but a new hope blossomed in her heart.

"Hamilton..." Sinead said softly, also turning her head to face the floor.

Then she was pulled into a warm embrace.

"You're okay now... You're okay."

Hamilton held her even tighter and Sinead leaned against him, feeling warm inside, and even though she wouldn't say it out loud... she was very comfortable in this position.

"Sinead?" Hamilton asked, a blush also crawling onto his cheeks, Sinead looked up to the ceiling, hoping he wouldn't suddenly announce that he hated her.

"I... I..." Hamilton paused, looking anywhere but at Sinead.

"Nevermind."

So he didn't want to admit whatever he was going to say?

Did he love her? Or hate her?

Sinead would probably never know.

Before she even knew it, three words slipped out of her mouth.

"I love you."

Hamilton stared at her with shock, and she felt his grip on her slowly loosen.

Did she make a mistake?

She should've realized that telling him that she loved her was not a good idea.

He probably hated her. And hated her even more now.

Hamilton didn't love her...

The crushing weight of it came back, except even worse.

Then why did he rescue her? Sinead shivered, thinking about the memories of being frozen to death at the Vesper's trap.

Hamilton didn't return her feelings...

Sinead felt tears pool into her eyes and softly drip down onto the bed sheets, she shut her eyes, wishing this was a dream.

She messed it all up.

Hamilton didn't love her.


Hamilton had to turn away.

Sinead actually loved him?

What about everything he ever did to her?

The scars from the explosion.

He loosened his grip on Sinead, already feeling his fingers shake.

Was this the truth?

"Really?" Hamilton's voice was barely loud enough for Sinead to hear.

Then he felt a drop of water land on his finger tips. Sinead's tears.

His gaze landed back on Sinead, and their eyes locked, blue eyes staring back at green.

"What do you think?" Sinead burst into more tears, sobbing into Hamilton's shoulder.

Hamilton pulled Sinead closer, and managed to finally say-

"I love you too."


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Describing Hamilton was a bit awkward for me... I don't know.

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