A/N: This is where things start to get...interesting ;) thanks for all the nice reviews - I was slightly unsure of uploading this so it's reassuring to know someone enjoys it :)

Sarah x


Serena woke with a start when she felt a cold hand on her arm. "What, Jac?" she sighed exasperatedly. "You nearly gave me a bloody heart attack!" she scolded.

"Don't you think it's awful cold in here?" Jac whispered.

"What?" she sighed, still half-asleep.

"Do you think it's too cold?" she repeated. Serena lifted her head and looked around to see only the outline of Jac's face through the darkness. Since when did Jac Naylor wake someone up to fret over the temperature of the room?

"A bit. Go and shut the window if you want," she suggested, closing her eyes again. She felt the pressure lift off Jac's side of the bed and her light footsteps towards the window. She smiled to herself and pulled the duvet up to her chin.

"Huh," Jac huffed. "Window's already shut."

"Oh well. It's an old building, Jac," she replied. "It's bound to be a bit chilly. Come back to bed," she ordered her, almost like she was ordering a child about. She didn't move, so Serena moaned, "Jac, put a jumper on and get back into bed, or you'll freeze to death," her eyes still closed. "Jac?"

"Yeah," the younger woman finally answered; she sounded a bit unsure, which was very unusual for Jac. Serena was starting to wonder if Jonny's claims of a haunting had rattled her; she seemed quite unsettled.

"Everything OK?" Serena asked her through the cold darkness. She heard Jac dig through her bag for a sweater and get back into bed. Serena groaned and reached out for her charging phone. "Oh, for the love of God," she whispered. Three missed call from Eleanor and it was only just past eleven at night. The last one was ten minutes ago; she sighed and said to Jac, "I'm going to have to call Eleanor."

"Go right ahead," Jac replied.

Serena pressed the green dial button and put the phone to her ear. It rang twice before Eleanor answered, "Hello?"

"What's wrong, Eleanor?" Serena asked.

"Where did you hide the chocolate?" Eleanor asked. Annoyance started to build inside Serena – had her daughter actually been phoning her to know where the chocolate was?!

"Are you being serious?!" she demanded. "Three missed calls at this time of the night because you can't find the bloody chocolate?!" Serena heard Jac burst into fits of laughter, much to her annoyance. "Jac, shut up! It's not funny. And Eleanor, you're lucky I'm on the other end of the country or I might have killed you!"

"What?!" the girl answered. "I want chocolate!"

"Well, I'm not telling you where it is," Serena snapped. "That's what you get for being so silly," she added childishly, making Jac laugh even harder.

"Nice to meet you, Pot. My name's Kettle! How are you on this fine evening?" she quipped sarcastically.

"Don't get narky with me," Serena drawled to her daughter while Jac was doubled over with laughter. "Yes, Jac, because it's hilarious."

"Then don't be so annoying!"

"Don't push your luck, young lady!"

Jac was still laughing next to her, so she kicked her lightly in an effort to shut her up. It became obvious Jac wasn't going to stop laughing until she hung up the phone, because her arguments with her child were so obviously entertaining for her.

"Can't push something you don't have!"

Suddenly, there was a scraping noise from the corner. "What the bloody hell was that?!" Jac shouted, and Serena strained her neck looking around at the redhead. What surprised her more than anything else was the less than calm reaction Jac was taking to the unknown noise.

"What's going on?" Eleanor demanded. Jac dived out of bed and put the lamp on, picking up the standing mirror from the table as a weapon.

"Nothing, darling," she reassured her when they were sure there was nobody there with them. "The chocolate is slotted between the DVDs of "The Possession" and "The Angels' Share." Hidden in plain sight," she added, knowing it would annoy her daughter, but wanting her off the phone as quickly as possible.

"OK, thanks," Eleanor replied, sounding suspicious. "I'll speak to you in the morning?" she checked. Serena couldn't help but roll her eyes. The girl whined every day that she wasn't a child and that she was independent but she still wanted reassurance from her mother.

"Of course. Night night, sweetheart," she said to her.

"Night, Mum," her daughter answered before hanging up the phone. Serena stiffly got out of bed and looked around. There was definitely nobody there.

Jac's stare was fixed on the corner, and she looked slightly aghast. "The chair," she whispered. "The chair's been moved at least a foot!"

"Don't be silly, Jac," Serena said sternly.

"I'm not, Serena!" Jac argued. "I am telling you it wasn't there before!"

"Rubbish," Serena scoffed, getting back into bed. The things were going, she was going to be the only one who felt safe in this room. Well, perhaps Hanssen would have been alright, but she knew getting Jonny to sleep in here would have been like trying to get a cat to jump in the River Don.

Jac still didn't move. "You are joking," Serena moaned. "Look, it was probably just someone outside or someone on the stairs," she tried to reassure her.

"Maybe," she allowed uncertainly.

Then realisation fell over Serena, and she let out a sharp laugh and got out of bed again. "Come with me," she ordered Jac. She opened the door and stalked down to room 336, ready to commit double homicide. How annoying could two people possibly be?! Hanssen and Maconie were behind this; Serena was sure of it.

She banged on the door with her whole fist. "Open up, Maconie!" she shouted. She heard someone getting out of bed and turned to smirk at Jac, who seemed to be cottoning on quickly enough as a look of amused distaste crossed her face.

The door opened and Henrik Hanssen stood over her, wearing a dark grey dressing gown and black pyjamas. "What do you two think you are doing?" she snarled at him, deliberately making him think she was angry.

"What's goin' on?" Jonny called sleepily over to them. Serena pushed past Hanssen, taking Jac by the hand into the room.

"Yes, Ms. Campbell," Henrik added, closing the door behind them. "What is going on?"

"Oh, don't plead innocent with me," Serena sneered. "Bratty little toerags, the pair of you!" she accused. Hanssen, however, either had an extremely good poker face or he was genuinely confused. "Silly, immature little boys! I take it this is one of your boarding school pranks?" she shot at Hanssen.

"What?" Jonny asked, sitting up in his bed. She had to force back a smile; Jonny's side of the room was already a tip while Hanssen's was OCD-ishly neat and tidy. Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe the room sharing would be more of a nightmare for Hanssen than for Jonny.

"The chair!" Jac informed him. "You two are messing with our room, and we won't fall for it," she warned, her tone razor sharp.

Serena watched Hanssen's reaction very carefully; he didn't even blink. What were they up to? "Miss Naylor," Hanssen finally spoke. "I think you need to calm down. Both of you," he added, throwing a pointed look at Serena. "Tell me what is going on."

Serena shared a look with Jac and knew they were thinking the same thing. The two men seemed genuinely dumbfounded by their accusations. Jonny looked even more dense than usual, and Hanssen seemed to find the whole thing quietly and cynically amusing. "It's nothing," Serena finally relented. She was convinced now that they had nothing to do with it, and she didn't want to make herself and Jac look like idiots.

"It sounds like a bit more than nothing," Jonny butted in.

"Shut up, Maconie," Jac snapped.

"What was all that about a chair, Jac?" Jonny demanded, running his hand down his face tiredly.

"Doesn't matter," she replied. Serena's attention remained fixed on Hanssen as she attempted to work out if he was up to something on his own. She never would have pegged him as the kind to wind people up like that but she also had never doubted there was a part of him more than capable of getting up to mischief.

"What about you?" Serena asked Hanssen suspiciously. "I fully accept Jonny is innocent, but I wouldn't put it past you," she explained, making him smile slightly. She squared up to him slightly so he knew she was serious. And then she remembered she was wearing pink pyjamas and probably looked pathetic squaring up to a six-foot-four man with a deadpan stare and unwavering confidence.

"I can assure you, Ms. Campbell," he retorted, "that I have not been in your and Miss Naylor's room, let alone touched anything in it."

"Fine," Serena sighed. "Fine."

She turned and steered Jac out of the room, shutting the door behind them. "You believe them?" Jac asked her.

"Yeah," she answered, as much as she hated to admit it. Jac smiled and started to walk back to their room until she reached the door, her hand about to open it when she stopped dead.

She turned to Serena and smiled too sweetly, "After you." Serena rolled her eyes and opened the door, throwing herself back into bed.


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