Hey all! First attempt at a fic, so gimme a break. Please please review! It would mean the world to me!

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Just a brief explanation. This is the time between books four and five. They talk about it in the book but they don't go into first person POV. So that's what I'm gonna do. This is gonna have a sequel too so please check back soon! I may even do a Rob's POV.

The plane smelled.

This was the thought repeating in my mind, as we soared over the rolling hills of Indiana. I couldn't think of anything except the smell.

Correction, I could think of something else. Or, more specifically, someone. But seeing as I already felt like I was going to throw up, I couldn't do that. Think of him, I mean. I knew that if I did, I would only be even more anxious to get off the plane with its horrible smell.

Him. God, it had been too long. E-mails to someone on the other side of the world were not nearly as great as being with him. Especially when that him is as cute as he was.

And by him, I mean Rob Wilkins. Otherwise known as the great love of my life. And occasionally the most annoying one. Not that I've had any other great loves. Well, there was Skip. But I didn't love him at all. He still hadn't apologized for strapping my Barbie to his rocket. So yes, Rob Wilkins was the love of my life. And I was finally going to see him. And I was finally eighteen. There was nothing stopping us. Not anymore.

I guess you're wondering why I left him, if he was the love of my life and all. It wasn't like I wanted to. It was the war. Which, for a five foot two girl with parents who could afford to pay for her college, normally wouldn't be on said girl's mind. Except I wasn't normal. Not since that day, the one that changed my life. I'm sure you've heard of me actually. I'm Lightning Girl, Jessica Mastriani. I'm the one who got psychic powers by getting hit by lightning. All because of some stupid metal bleachers and Ruth. And Jeff Day. But that was another story. Needless to say, I got powers. I could find missing people. Just like that. Well, not exactly. But a glance at a picture and a good sleep got the job done. Although there were a few exceptions. Like the time I found Claire by smelling her sweater. And Seth and his pillow. It just kind of happened. I'd wake up, and I knew where they were. And that was the issue that brought me into the war. With all the good I could do, how could I not help my country? I could find people with my "God given" talent.

Or at least I used to.

I know what you're thinking. I've said that before. A lot of times, actually, especially to the press and the FBI. But this time, I wasn't lying. It was gone. Probably due to my not being able to sleep. Due to the nightmares. Yes, nightmares. Hey, you go to war and watch people get blown up next to you and then you tell me how you sleep. Or tell me how you sleep after knowing that you're tracking down some serious bad guys. With a vendetta. And they normally don't like that being interrupted too much. Sleep doesn't come too easily after that.

But I was finally going home. And my sort of boyfriend was at home. So can you blame a girl for being a little nervous? Especially with a boy as beautiful has he was. And my god, he was beautiful. But I didn't love him just because of that. (Although it might have been a part of it.)

Rob had this thing, when we were in high school, about being all chivalrous and stuff and waiting until I was 18 to date me. Well, maybe it wasn't just chivalry. It might have been the fact that my mother pointed out to him that in the state of Indiana, an 18 year old having sexual intercourse with a minor was illegal. Not that we even were, much to my chagrin. Rob kind of freaked over that. He barely touched his food at that first (and only) family dinner he attended. I could understand. I mean, here I was, this forbidden jailbait with an overprotective mom, and he totally adored me. Well, he didn't say that in so many words. But he hinted. I think. I'm not sure exactly, seeing as it's Ruth's (my best friend) job to analyze the antics of boys, while I just remained oblivious.

There was also the issue of his probation. Don't ask me what he was on probation for. I tried finding out. I really did. He never told me. I even asked the FBI to tell me (I have a past with them) and they wouldn't tell me. Which is completely ridiculous considering how much I did for them and all.

While my thoughts swirled around Rob, my plane had landed. I stood, grabbing my carry-on and heading to the luggage carousel, knowing my family would be standing outside the airport waiting for me.

I was right, of course.

After being smothered by them all, (even Douglas), I got into the car, catching up with my brothers, Douglas and Mike, and my parents.

My fingers tapped with impatience on my leg, and when we were finally home, I was out in a flash. I threw my stuff inside hastily, then begged my parents to let me see "Ruth", whom I assumed would be at "her" work. They let me go, thank goodness. I had to see him.

I pulled out my motorcycle from the shed. Blue Beauty. I loved her with all my heart. After admiring her for a moment longer (I know I'm a freak, but I love this bike) I got on, enjoying the sound of her purr in the otherwise quiet street. I sailed down the streets I had known, turning automatically and barely paying attention to anything except getting to Rob's uncles garage. He was there, I knew from his emails, from 8-5. I'd catch him in time.

Parking my bike, I took a deep breath, and then turned the corner. Then stopped. It was him.

I started to walk towards him, until the chesty blonde (who I hadn't noticed until then, although how I missed her, I dunno, due to her head-sized boobs) threw herself at him and planted one on him.

And it was then that my heart broke.