A/N: OMG I'M BACK! For a short while I got so lost with this story and didn't know where I wanted to take it. And the rest of the while I forgot that it existed. But I remembered and kinda started to get an idea of where I wanted to take this. Fairly short chapter, but I promise to update a bit more often. So sorry for the long wait readers! Thanks for sticking around! Jebbie forever!

Chapter 2

His hands wrapped themselves around her, pushing her smaller frame onto the couch. One hand came up just as Jasmine was about to scream and covered her mouth. She could hardly register anything he was saying to her, the fear of the situation consuming her. Suddenly he replaced his hand with his lips, crashing them roughly onto hers. Jasmine screamed into the kiss, trying desperately to push him away. But it was no use. His hands were traveling her body, pushing under her dress and snaking their way up.

Jasmine gasped as she woke up, jumping slightly and taking a quick look around. Debbie was sitting next to her still asleep. Taking a shaky breath, Jasmine turned to look out of the window when she noticed lights in the distance. Just as she saw the sight coming into view, the overhead speaker sounded and the captains voice sounded once more, making a note they should watch for the seat belt sign as they were approaching their destination. Stretching in her seat, Jasmine nudged Debbie softly, but when she didn't wake, Jasmine moved over and click her seat belt in for her. It would be at least another thirty minutes before they actually landed and circled around the airport for a place to park. The girl deserved to rest.

She buckled herself in and continued to stare out the window. The city grew closer, the sun shining off the buildings and making her eyes hurt a bit. But Jasmine didn't care. This city was going to be her new home. Her brand new start on life. She couldn't help but think of how selfish she was though. The fact that Debbie was never going to see her own daughter again. No matter what the woman says, Jasmine knew she was starting to care and would soon want to be a proper mum to Sarah. Thanks to her however, that was never going to happen.

The plane started its descent and landed with ease. Debbie stirred slightly, blinking a few times before rubbing her ears furiously. She sat up in her seat and looked to Jasmine with a small frown. "Damn pressure." She mumbled and continued to attack her ears. Jasmine couldn't help but giggle as Debbie's anger subsided and she rested back in her seat and the plane pulled up to its gate. "Well then...we're here." Debbie said.

Nodding, Jasmine took off her seat belt and looked out the window. She looked to her watch and had to register there for a moment that the timing was different. No way it was that late with the sun shining as it was. Mentally calculating, Jasmine set her watch five hours back. The overhead speaker came on, thanking everyone for flying with them as the doors opened. Jasmine felt a rush of nerves gathering in her stomach. She wasn't exactly sure if they were do to excitement, fear, or doubt. As they stood up and gathered their belongings, Jasmine had a feeling she was going to wake up at any moment back in Emmerdale.

But as they exited the plane and showed their passports, nothing happened. Debbie led her out of the airport to a waiting car which they got in. No cops gave them second looks. No suited men came up to the car just as it started to drive away. The driver was well dressed and kept his sunglasses on as they hit the highway. Jasmine took Debbie's hand and held on tightly. "Where are we going?" Jasmine asked nervously, her mind pretty set on the driver being an undercover detective and was taking them to jail.

Sensing her mood, Debbie squeezed her hand reassuringly and leaned in to talk lowly. "He's a friend, Jas. His dad owns that building I was telling you about." Debbie smiled and brushed the loose strands of Jasmine's hair behind her ear. "We're going to our new home."

Sometime later, they finally arrived at a large condo. Jasmine had been so used to the small village of Emmerdale that the skyscraper seemed ten times more bigger. "Huge building." Jasmine muttered as she got out of the car and grabbed onto their luggage.

Debbie joined her shortly after, looking up at the building. She was one that rarely got out of that village, but even then didn't see buildings as big as this one. Looking back down at Jasmine who was still looking up, Debbie laughed. "It's only so huge because you're too short." Debbie laughed again when Jasmine hit her arm lightly in pretend mock.

The driver helped them with their luggage and into the building. A doorman greeted them with a smile as they entered. A security guard at the front desk looked up and smiled as well, nodding the their driver and going back about his business. The man led them a door at the end of the hall past the elevators. He knocked a few times and turned to the woman. "My father has your keys." He said with a thick Italian accent.

When the door opened, a man only a little taller than Jasmine walked out. He was also dressed very nicely and had an unlit cigar between his teeth. Quickly taking it out, he shoved it into his inside pocket and held out his hand. "You must be the Dingle. I just got off the phone with your father. Good man." He said, also with a thick Italian accent. "I'm Mr. Materasso and this is my son, Sal."

Debbie took his hand with a smile and shook it firmly. "I'm Debra Dingle. And this is Jasmine Thomas." She introduced.

Mr. Materasso shook Jasmine's hand lightly and then reached into his pocket. "Best to let you two get settled then. Here is the key. Only one so might want to make a copy. Door three, twenty fourth floor, which is also the last." He said more to himself as he rubbed his hands together. "I've got to make a run. Dingle, meet me down here at six and I'll give you details on your job as well as all the forms." With that he left.

Sal smiled and waved before heading out as well, leaving the two women to carry on. They picked up their luggage and headed for the elevator. When one of them arrived, they hit the button for their floor and rode it up in silence. The doors opened to a large hallway that was too quiet for Jasmine's liking. She followed Debbie to their door and was a bit relieved to be inside as the door was locked behind them. Both woman froze as they took in the more than spacious apartment. "This place is bigger than the vicarage." Jasmine said just above a whisper.

"Yeah, no kidding." Debbie said with a smile, taking the first few steps into the place. She spun around a few times, trying to take the whole place in but there was too much space for her to register much of anything. Looking back at Jasmine, she frowned when the girl looked mortified by the place. "Well come on Jas, it's not going to bite." Debbie said, holding out her hand.

But as beautiful as this place was, Jasmine couldn't bring herself to smile. Walking up to Debbie, she let the bag drop from her hands and her arms crossed over her chest. "Debbie we don't deserve this. And even if we did, how are we going to afford this?" She asked frantically.

Debbie knew this was going to happen. Jasmine was a worrying person. One of them had to be. But Debbie tried to calm her down and ease any fears she still might have about their move to America. "I've told you, my dad has this covered. And I'm going to start working."

"What kind of work? Debbie we don't know these men. What if your father gets on their bad side. What happens to us then?" Jasmine could feel a panic attack coming on; her breathing coming in quick shorter breaths.

Putting her hands on the shorter females shoulders, Debbie tried to calm her down. All those thoughts had already gone through her head. But they had to get out of England. If they didn't, Debbie knew sooner or later they would have been caught. After they had been ratted out, she felt that there was no one else to trust except, shockingly enough, her father. "Listen to me Jasmine, I've got everything under control. He's going to give me work. And I'll save up enough money to get us our own flat that's a bit more comfortable for us if that's what you want." At this point, there wasn't anything Debbie wouldn't do for her girlfriend. "I just need you to calm down. We are safe."

Despite all that was said, Jasmine still couldn't grasp that they really were safe. After all, how could they be? The owner of this building seemed like a strict business man. He seemed too shady. The same kind of shady vibe that Shane gave off and surely enough, he had been part of some really bad dealings. These people as nice as they put up, Jasmine knew they didn't acquire all this money and luxury by simply selling cars. Deciding she would investigate that all on her own, Jasmine took a deep breath and relaxed. "I'm gonna go look around. Put a kettle on?" She asked.

Smiling, Debbie nodded and took their bags up to their room, taking out their small travelling kettle and set to the kitchen to make some tea. Jasmine walked around the flat, no in America they say apartment. She walked around the apartment and glanced at the furniture that came with the place. Honestly she wouldn't have chosen this much white and silver. Everything seemed like it was trying to be so futuristic and yes, that bothered her. When Debbie handed her a hot cup of tea, Jasmine accepted it with a small smile and sipped at the hot liquid. "Do you want me to go with you at six about the job?" Jasmine asked, already knowing the answer.

"No thanks. Could you unpack the bags while I'm gone? Don't know how long I'll be." Debbie answered as she took drank. They sat in silence and finished their tea just as Debbie looked at her watch and got up. "Right then, better be going. I'll be back before you know it." She said with a smile, giving Jasmine a quick kiss before heading for the door.

"Take your mobile!" Jasmine called after her before she left. It felt so strange being alone in this place. Still not knowing it well enough to feel safe nor knowledgeable of the surrounding area to go for a walk before Debbie comes back. Deciding to just call it a day, Jasmine grabbed the cups and washed them before heading to unpack their luggage.

The bedroom was just as big as everything else. Though with the already furnished room, Jasmine felt uncomfortable sleeping on a bed that she didn't know the prior history to. So she unpacked their luggage and headed back to the living room to sit on the couch. Turning on the telly, she flipped through channels simply to have a bit of noise in the large quiet area. Landing on a cooking channel, Jasmine grabbed one of the pillows and snuggled up with it, falling asleep shortly after.