Ok, so I'm Mike, Italia's older brother, and I need to sort of tell all her readers what's happened.

So I guess you guys know a little about me and her and from her authors note below. So on her holiday we've decided to go to our Grandad's in Sorrento so she met up with some friends and they were playing volleyball on the beach. Well, the ball hit her on the head and she was knocked out. She seemed fine at first but she was clean out. So I took her to hospital where she is now. She's not woken up yet, but the doctors said she should soon, its been about half an hour. They think she's going to be alright but she may be in hospital for a while. If you want to leave her any messages or ask me anything, then PM her. I know it may be invading her privacy (and you can call be a bad brother) but I know she was planning to get this out today for you guys. So here's her authors note and the next chapter. Thanks.

-Mike.

Authors Note: Hey, sorry its taken me so long but I'm currently at my Grandad's in 'half term' that you crazy english have. Yes, I know I should be used to this by now, but... Its still mad.

I'm going to put a little thing at the end for you guys because if I put it here, its going to spoil it a little. Love you all so much, and yes there's italian in this, hence why the bad guys are not German because I can only speak a little of it, and well, I'm ace at Italian (or should be!)

Italia Xxx

THE FIRST PAGE OF HER STORY.

"No, no no!" He yelled as her eyes started to close.

Grantaire held her close, trying to keep her warm, as Enjolras took her face in his hands and spoke to her as calm as he could manage.

"Stay with me here, stay awake. No, don't, please don't close your eyes." He begged her as he felt her head start to roll.

"Look at me. Focus on me. Don't give in, don't go to sleep. Stay with me." He said, giving up as her eyes closed and she went limp in their arms.

Enjolras shifted back and ran his hands through his hair, standing up. On the floor there was a note written in charcoal that he had almost rubbed out. It read:

'Thenardier is Italian. Aiding Hitler. NOT captain of The Montre. Crew is Minette. 7 days ago. He's m'

And that's where it ended.

"She must've lost consciousness at that point." Grantaire said, shifting the girl in his arms.

"What was she trying to say? Was she just delusional?" Enjolras asked.

"I think Thenardier has something to do with it. Don't you just think there was something wrong when you met him and his crew?" Grantaire said and Enjolras had to agree.

"ALL HANDS ABANDON SHIP!" Javert's voice boomed out as his footsteps were audible as they slowed and he cast a shadow over the room.

"Why?" Grantaire asked him.

"The crew are all spies. What do you have there?" He asked, peering at the girl.

"Another member." Enjolras told the naval captain. "But this one was tied up, and injured badly. Even left us a nice message. Or herself one." He added.

Javert's face dropped when he mentioned it was a girl.

"Take her aboard and to the sick bay. We'll question her when she wakes. Can't leave the girl on a ship that's meant for Davy jones' locker." Javert said truthfully.

The men didn't ask questions at this current moment in time. They assumed the products from the merchant ship had been moved to the air craft carrier.

Enjolras nodded and bent down and carefully scooped up the girl from Grantaire's lap. He saw the face Enjolras was pulling.

"What's the matter?" He asked as they made their way out of the hold.

"She's light." Enjolras stated. "Too light."

x

They were joined by their friends as they boarded the air craft carrier.

"What?!"

"Who?"

"Shut it ok? We don't know any more than you do!" Grantaire told them as he and Enjolras ran to the sick bay as time was becoming lethal to the girl.

x

They all burst into the bay and Enjolras went straight past the men in the ward and to the private room reserved for captains and first mates. He placed her carefully on the bed as Joly, the medic brought forwards his medical equipment.

They all then left at the sight of a deep wound to the girls right side and the bruising around her body.

x

White. All white.

Dove il fotte mi sono?

If this is heaven, why do I hurt? Maybe this is hell, then. I certainly wouldn't go to heaven. No after what I've done. Is he here? I need him. I'm sorry for going. Mio Padre.

She ripped the IV tube from her hand. She undid the basic Velcro straps that were fastened around her waist, chest and knees and slid shakily off the bed. She flung open the door and entered the ships ward. The men stared at her as she walked the best she could to the door at the other end. She looked down and saw that she still had her ripped jeans on, but she had a large men's shirt on which she'd rolled the sleeves up and gathered at her hips.

"What are you doing up?" A voice made her jump. She looked at the tall student with soft brown hair who stood before her.

Ok, so they're English. Weird. She thought.

"You shouldn't have taken that tube from your hand, it was helping." He told her as he moved closer. She backed away and he stood still.

"Who are you? For all I know you were trying to kill me." She said. And irish voice emerged from her throat. She was obviously a Dubliner.

"I'm not trying to kill you, you are seriously hurt, let me help you back in bed." Joly took her hand and wiped the blood coming from where she took the tube out, with a cloth. He took her gently by the arm and they started to walk back to the room she was in.

As she glanced over her shoulder at the noise of the door shutting, she froze. It was the man who harmed her before, or so she thought.

"You're awake." He said. He sensed a tense atmosphere.

"I didn't try to hurt you." He began.

Joly's grip tightened on her arm as he felt the girl tense. He could feel her pulse quicken as her breaths became faster as Enjolras walked to them.

He stopped when Joly stepped in front of her.

"Can't you see?" He asked before dropping his voice. "You're scaring her."

Enjolras nodded and walked away, whilst Joly took her arm (rougher than usual), and led her back to the room and got her to lie down.

"Who is he?" She asked.

Joly turned his back to get some medical equipment. She sat up.

"Feuilly!" He called and another man came in. He greeted her with a smile before chatting to Joly.

"Where am I?" She tried again but no answer.

"You ask too many questions." Joly said as he shoved the IV tube back into her hand.

She watched as Feuilly changed the packet over to a new drip. As she felt the liquid in her body as it knocked her out cold.

x

Grantaire was sat in the corner of the room of the mysterious girl, watching over her. She was what? 17? How she ended up tied up in the hold of a merchant ship was beyond him.

Enjolras had said that she'd woken up, but Joly and Feuilly insisted on keeping her under for a couple more hours, or days, as that was yesterday.

He sat up as he saw a slight movement from her and he went to her side as her turquoise eyes revealed themselves to him.

"Am I dead?" She said.

Irish.

"No, you're very much alive." He replied.

He saw as she tried to move her hands but found them restrained at her sides after the trouble she had caused Joly in the night as she never seemed to escape whatever nightmare she was troubled by.

"I had to tie you down... Sorry." Joly's voice was more sympathising than before. He had learnt of what little there was to know, and felt guilty about restraining her in the night. His bad mood yesterday was due to five crew members getting food poisoning and not bothering to aim in a bucket.

He went and undid the buckles around her wrists so she could move. He then disconnected the drip and pulled the needle from her hand.

"I'm not discharging you yet, but Grantaire will show you to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I think the captain has a few things he wants to ask you." He told her.

Grantaire led her down the corridor to the bathroom. He took her to the first mates bathroom as he could guarantee no one would be there.

"I'm sorry if they're a little on the big size but we don't have girls on board." He told her as he handed her a red and black checked shirt and some trousers.

"Thanks." She said and she went into the bathroom.

x

She let the hot water soak her troubles away as she stood underneath it. She looked at the floor of the shower and saw how much dirt was there. She turned the water off and dried herself, towel drying her now blonde hair. She was careful over new stitched Joly had done, and the raw marks the shackles had made. She dressed in her black vest top that she had cleaned with the water, and put the checked shirt on but let it hang open. The trousers she was given were way too big, so she found a lost knife and cut her jeans into high waisted shorts, and rolled up the bottoms. So what they were quite short! She didn't care. She looked at her reflection, her hair already drying in loose waves as she ran her fingers through it, forgetting how her nails were painted a red colour.

She took a section of her hair and french plaited it, so she had a french plait going from right to left, pining her fringe back.

She opened the door and Grantaire searched her up and down, his jaw hanging slack.

"Um... Do you need shoes?" He asked, noticing her painted green toenails.

"No thanks, I'm fine." She replied, shutting the door behind her.

"At least you look better than you did." He said, hoping to provoke a reason for her being aboard in the first place.

"I'll take that as a compliment." She said.

He noticed a small smile form on her lips, and somehow he felt the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Even if he didn't know her name.

They started to walk down the corridor.

"I'm Grantaire." He said, turning to face her, extending a hand.

"Gracee." She said, shaking his hand.

They continued walking.

"Good Irish name?" He asked.

"Yeah, I think." She said. "I don't really know."

"I won't probe into the unknown." Grantaire joked.

Grantaire motioned for her to go up on deck. She nodded and the two went upstairs.

Grantaire saw Javert immediately. He was stood taking to the skipper and to an engineer when he caught sight of them.

"Good luck." He told her as Javert marched over.

He placed a strong hand on her upper arm and grabbed it. Grantaire couldn't believe what he was doing!

"Why would you bring her up to the flight deck?" He boomed with a voice like thunder, shaking her slightly.

"Captain, I would appreciate if you didn't manhandled my patient, unless you want her to nearly die." Joly's voice came to her rescue.

"Why is she not confined to the bed?" Javert turned his anger to him.

"She looked pretty terrible, and we can't knock her out until the war is over, can we? She needed to get clean, and she NEEDS to recover. May I stress that she's still seriously injured?" Joly stated, pushing further than he should've.

Javert loosened his grip and pushed her back towards the steps she'd just come up.

"Walk." He ordered her as they disappeared below deck.

Authors Note: Ok, her name is pronounced the same as Gracie, but spelt the ANNOYING Irish way. I should know. Usual nicknames consists of Grace, or Cee (another thing I should know). Everything will become clearer soon… just to keep you hooked! ;)