This story is based of of famous fairy tale, a reinterpretation of it actually. This story will include other parings (in other fairy tales), but it's mostly Jackson/Scott. Thank you for reading.

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"Who's your favourite princess ?" asked a small red (strawberry-blonde) headed girl.

She was currently flipping through her Disney Princess coloring book. The small girl was addressing the small blonde ( brown ? I'm really not sure) headed boy sitting beside her in her tree 'mansion'. They were at a barbecue; the boy's parents had decided to have lunch with their neighbours; the Martins.

The barbecue was almost over when little Lydia Martin asked her folks if she could play with the neighbour's kid. And that's how she met the Whitemore's son, Jackson. Jackson was currently sitting cross legged in her tree house with a firm frown.

" I don't have a favourite princess." the boy pouted. He was looking at the coloring book like it offended him. Constantly glancing over to where his parents were.

"That's okay, I think I found one for us color anyway." Lydia pointed to a colorless picture of Princess Aurora. She smiled up at him hopefully.

But Jackson didn't notice because he was entranced ; the picture in front of him seemed so captivating. The princess was dreaming in a cozy bed in a beautiful gown, something about it almost seemed right. He hadn't realized his eyes started dilating and his breath started coming in shallow. Until Lydia handed him a marker, a little warily. Jackson took the marker blushing brightly, hoping Lydia would forget what just happened, and began coloring with his pink marker. The two colored all the way into the afternoon without a hitch and when they were finished, Lydia looked at it proudly

"Wow Jackson you're the best colorer ever ! Mommy and Daddy have to hang this one up for sure." the little girl climbed out of the tree 'mansion' excitedly, seemingly forgetting the little boy.

But Jackson just smiled a little bit and made to get up. But as he did a wave of dizziness hit him. He couldn't get on his feet and when he could he would trip over them. He found a shelf to support him but that didn't help; he still felt nauseous. He moved to wipe the sweat dripping from his brow but ended up hitting his eye instead,the back of his hand feeling damp as he pulled it away. Why did he feel so dizzy ? Was he sick or something? He didn't know but he had to call for help.

But no one responded when he did, no one was turning around. He did all he could, he screamed at them, at the top of his lungs. He even tried to throw something but he couldn't pick up anything. As a matter of fact his arms and legs were starting tingle.

But that didn't matter. If they couldn't hear him from here then he'd have to get closer.

So he wobbled toward the door, knocking down anything he could grab on to. He reached for the ladder from the safety of a near by shelf, but to no avail. So he tried to step toward the door and tripped. He didn't know whether it was over his own feet or a loose board, but his eye was definitely throbbing in pain. He quickly summoned the strength to move his hand and scrambled for something, anything. He felt something on the near by wall and thought it was a something to hold on to.

"Ouch !" he quickly drew his bleeding finger back suddenly loosing his previous valor.

Now he was starting to panic. His vision was becoming even more blurring and then they started watering as tears started spilling. His left leg had already become a numb tingle as did his right arm. But he could feel them but in a weird way. Like they weren't his or something. And he could still move them albeit a little awkwardly. And so he moved them with all his strength.

When he got to the ladder he looked and gulped. His vision was still blurry and the ground looked a lot farther than it had before. But he wouldn't stop. He needed his mommy and his daddy to take this pain away. He tried to climb down the ladder but never remembered climbing down only hitting something very solid and very hard.

Jackson doesn't remember what happened after that. All he knows is that he had been moved to a soft comfortable surface, unable to move, unable to speak, and unable to open his eyes. But he can hear people, he can hear what they say about him. He's in a coma, or so they think. They're not sure. But his family, they come in all the time, and they try to speak to him. Try to wake him up but nothing works, nothing. They would rub his head, hold his hands, they would even try reading to him, but nothing. All he wanted to do was open his eyes and and hug them and tell them he loved them, but all he could do is cry. He would cry all the time, especially when his parents were there and even when they weren't.

But no one would notice.

No one would ever know he was awake.

And so, reluctantly, he gave up.

Praying for death,all the time, hoping for something to pull him out of this damned limbo.

And all the time, death would never come.

Do you guys think I should continue ? Please tell me if I should. Anyway, Thank you for reading this. have an amazing day.