New format to Crashed: I will be putting in the lyrics that helped inspire this fanfic for me at the beginning of each chapter (well...part of it at least). Also I do not own Stardust by any means, I only own Jaden (one of my favorite names ever) and the story line surrounding Jaden that is not mentioned in either the movie or the book.

Well I was moving at the speed of sound.
Head-spinning, couldn't find my way around, and
Didn't know that I was going down.
Where I've been, well it's all a blur.
What I was looking for, I'm not sure.
Too late and didn't see it coming.

And then I crashed into you,
And I went up in flames.
Could've been the death of me,
But then you breathed your breath in me.
And I crashed into you,
Like a runaway train.
You will consume me,
But I can't walk away.

Somehow, I couldn't stop myself.
I just wanted to know how it felt.
Too strong, I couldn't hold on.
Now I'm just tryin' to make some sense
Out of how and why this happened.
Where we're heading, there's just no knowing.

"Crashed" By Daughtry

Part 2

"Tristan, don't forget the flowers." My uncle called after his son, who scurried around the house, trying to look his best for Victoria "Queen" Victoria.

"Yes. I've got them! Thank you, Father!" Tristan nervously mumbled.

"Aghm!" I grunted, tapping my foot in my night gown, as I stood in the living room, watching him.

"Thank you, Jaden!" Tristan squeaked to me. After all I had washed his clothes and bought the flowers, and sprayed him with cologne from London.

With that Tristan stepped out the door, with his flowers in hand, along with his hat, which I told him to leave behind.

Both Uncle Dunstan and I hurried over to the window, and watched Tristan leave once again, to Victoria's house, in attempts to woo her.

"There he goes…again," I sighed, helplessly watching my cousin walk to rejection.

My uncle softly laughed, before commenting," One day, Jaden, you will have a young man, like your cousin, at your window."

I rolled my eyes, and began to back away from the window. "Don't hold your breath," I sourly warned, pulling my shawl closer around me.

I saw Uncle Dunstan give out a pent up sigh. "One day, Jaden," he turned to face me," You will find love. And when that day comes, you will not speak in such a cynical tone."

I rolled my eyes yet again, while I turned to make my way over to the fire place, where my book was left sitting upon the small coffee table.

I pulled my knees to my chest, tucking my feet under a blanket that I pulled around myself, and rested in a small ball, while I read one of my Uncle's scientific books about the stars.

My uncle heaved a loud sigh, as he sat down upon the chair next to mine.

"You find those books very interesting, don't you?" he mused, looking directly into the fire.

"Yes," I honestly murmured, trying to ignore him, so I could read his book. For the sciences are tough things to understand. It takes a patient mind, eager learner, and dedicated principles in order for a person to truly understand these phenomena. And I possess these qualities…most of the time.

But he kept bothering me, with his glances back at me, and his long gazes at the fire, as if something was dancing around in it.

"What?" I snapped, shutting the book.

He snapped his head up towards me, and inquired," What is the matter with you?"

"With me?" I gasped. "You're the one that seems to be having the issue here! You keep looking at me, than that stupid fire!"

He sighed, looking back into the fire. "You're so much like your mother."

Quickly my rude comment made me feel awful. I knew he missed my mother, after all she was the only family he had, besides his father-whom died shortly after he met Tristan's mother, whom we had an unspoken rule not to talk about-just like my father.

"She used to love to read, as much as you. She was also fascinated about the stars. She even wrote a letter to the Royal Academy of Science in London. In fact, she was the one who got me hooked on the stars." Uncle Dunstan then paused to let out a small laugh," She was planning to name all of her children after ever consolation."

"Well," I weakly smiled," I'm no star."

Uncle Dunstan nodded in agreement. "I heard the name when I met Tristan's mother, and it always stuck with me. I told your mother about it, and she wanted to name you Jaden in honor of me."

I took a deep breath, and looked over at the fire. I guess the dancing flames were soothing, in a sense. They helped take my mind off of the sad, but true, fact that my mother was dead.

Times like this, I wish I could curl up in a ball and cry. Then maybe, just maybe, that perfect man I have been dreaming about all my life would come, hold me, and comfort me. Well…it was only a dream.

Suddenly the door opened, very slowly. A sign of Tristan's defeat.

Both Uncle Dunstan and I looked up from our seats, up at Tristan's sulking figure.

He either ignored us, or had not seen us, while he placed his hat upon a hook. Soon followed by his jacket.

But I saw the flower petals that decorated the back of his jacket, and were also tucked messily into his hair, almost like he fell and rolled around in the flowers.

I sadly sighed, not wanting to hurt Tristan anymore than he already was.

"So?" Uncle Dunstan prompted, standing up from the chair.

Tristan ignored us, and walked straight up to his bedroom. This was not a good sign.

"Maybe he'll talk to us about it tomorrow?" I shrugged, hopping he would get over Victoria in his sleep.

"Maybe," My uncle groaned in agreement, as he brushed off the flower petals from Tristan's jacket.

With that I sought solace in Uncle Dunstan's book. I needed something to take my mind off of all of these sad thoughts.

But I wonder…do stars feel, like we humans do?