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Hi, thanks to HonoraryDAMember, January Raines and Neon Jack for your lovely reviews. To HonoraryDAMember we will see how Rebecca does. I hope you are enjoying this. To January Raines I'm glad you like it, as for people being nasty well they have their reasons. As for who are the two Rogues well guessing can continue. I hope you like this chapter too. To Neon Jack I'm happy your enjoying it. I see where you got confused and put a break in there. Hope you like this one.

Okay, I apologize for taking a while. I have been busy sorting degree stuff. I hope you like this chapter. It does seem to feature one character more then others, but as not many people are talking to Rebecca at the mo, it limits who she can converse with. The guessing game is still going and I can tell you there may have been a hint, to who, at least, one of them is in the previous chapter.

Now here's a warning as to some words of bad language in this chapter. So you're warned. So read on dear readers, hopefully enjoy and don't forget to review!


Chapter four-The Truth Begins to Surface

As the afternoon drew on, the weather worsened. Once Cal and I had finished,he decided he wanted me to meet his cousin. He led me up stairs to the first floor, and along one corridor and then another. We finally stopped outside of room 16. He knocked twice and we waited. The door finally opened to reveal a pretty young woman. She was shorter then me, about 5'7', 5'8', with blonde hair, which was slightly darker then her cousin. She had chocolate brown eyes, and a light speckling of freckles on her face.

"Cal?" she questioned, as she looked us both up and down. "Is there something you wanted?"

"Sarah, I'd like you to meet a very good friend of mine," he said, cheerfully. "This is Rebecca Jacobs, she comes from Yorkshire,"

"Oh, nice to meet you," she said, holding out her hand to me.

"Likewise," I responded, taking her hand in mine and shaking it.

"Well, come in," she said, now standing aside.

We entered her room, which was much like mine, apart from a few things in different places. She indicated for me to sit down on the bed, while Cal sat in the chair. She talked as she moved around.

"So, you're the one who's causing all the commotion," she started, while picking something off her dresser. "I'm guessing you know a lot of these people?"

"Um, yeah, we have…history," I replied, slowly. "I'm sorry about all the fuss…"

"Oh, don't worry about it," she interjected, turning to me. "There was commotion before you came too. Yesterday was like a war zone,"

I spotted, out of the corner of my eye, Cal giving her a look.

"A war zone?" I said, looking between them.

"Well," she started, then spotting Cal's look, paused. "What's that for?"

I realised she was directing her question at Cal. I gave him a look too.

"Look, I know your not telling me stuff," I said, slowly not taking my eyes from him. "So let her explain,"

He sighed and waved a hand at her to continue, while resting his head against the other.

"Well, first of all there were the arguments, a lot of those people appear not to get on," she started, now leaning against one wall. "Then when some discovered that some people, I think it was you maybe, hadn't arrived, there was more shouting. There was a lot of hostility and when we had food, there was silence in the room,"

"I see," I responded, nodding.

"But, that's not the worst of it," she continued, and I saw Cal start to look up. "In the evening, most of them got really drunk, like they wanted to make something go away, or they wanted to pass out. No wonder, cause last night, that's when the…"

"Sarah, it's not your place to discuss such things," said Cal, a little more stern then I was used to. "That's for them to sort out and discuss, when they're ready,"

"But," she tried.

"No, now, I'm sure Rebecca still needs to sort stuff, so we'll be going," he said, getting up and heading for the door. "We'll see you later. Come on, Rebecca,"

I followed him out, nodding goodbye to Sarah, and he shut the door behind me. We got partway down the corridor, before I cornered him.

"Cal, wait a minute," I said, taking him aside and staring at him. "You can't keep hiding things from me, I will find out and when I do…"

"I'm just thinking that the others should be allowed to tell you in their own time, rather then you having to force them, don't you agree?" he replied, a little calmer.

"I do, but I need to have some idea of what I'm dealing with here," I responded, with a quick glance around. "I can't help them if I don't,"

"I have a feeling, whether they like it or not, that you find out most likely tonight," he said, slowly looking at me. "It's almost a certainty,"

"Okay, but I'm not impressed at all, how this has gone down so far," I said, with a sigh. "Since they won't talk to me, someone should let them know that unless they do, what ever is going on, will get worse and worse. It won't go away, it will be with them forever, unless they let me help them,"

Cal looked at me, I could see in his eyes, as with most of the others, the same haunted look. He too was struggling with something, and I was determined to find out what.

Dinner was the same as lunch; people, sat round staring at their food, some occasionally eating it. I was sat at the same table, yet this time, I had JD sat with me too. He at least was speaking to me, about everything, except what was going on. He told me some things, how he and Kelly had got together properly, and how he'd got a job working as someone for people to talk to about their problems, one of those helpline people. He'd even managed, to be on slightly better terms with Shane. I was impressed and I let him know I was. He smiled and looked at me.

"I'm sorry about what happened earlier today," he said, slowly.

"Don't be, the fact is, you're talking to me and that means you're already making more progress, then a lot of people here," I said, looking him in the eye.

"Some of the others are struggling, their in a lot of pain," he said, glancing around. "I know you know this, and I also believe that you can get through to them,"

I saw the honesty in his eyes, and the fact he believed in me at all, made me feel better.

"Let them come to you," he continued, peering at me. "Just give them a chance to get themselves straight, so they can. They are glad to see you, whatever they might say, and you know I'm right,"

"Thanks, JD," I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You always were a good friend, and I think that job of yours has helped,"

He gave me a grin, as he realised just how much of a councillor he had sounded.

At the end of dinner, Cal stood up and announced the drinks part of the evening would be starting in an hour and a half. People nodded and started getting up, to go get ready. As I was heading out of the room, I spotted a young man who was staring at me. He was tall and quite broad shouldered. He had slightly floppy, short, light brown hair and brown eyes. He wasn't bad looking, but nothing about him would have made him truly stand out to me for any other reason, except that he was giving me an evil eye. He was staring at me, as if I personally had just gone and killed his family and the fact was, I'd never seen him before. I moved now, out of the room, away from the glaring man and found myself walking almost in step with Shane. I glanced at him, noting his tired look, and sighed.

"What was that for?" he asked, looking at me.

"I just feel, as if everything I did was for nothing," I said, as we reached the entrance hall.

I then had a funny feeling, as if the few other people who were walking in the same direction as us, had all turned their attention to me.

"What do you mean?" he asked, pausing and looking at me.

I was stood in the entrance hall, staring at the fire.

"The reason, I spent ten years on an island, the reason, I came three years before the first…of Wakefield's attacks," I said, trying to phrase it carefully, then I turned to him. "Was to build up trust. So when the time came, you would all trust me, and now most of you won't even acknowledge me,"

Shane was looking at me. Nikki, Malcolm, Trish and Booth who had stopped to listen, now either glanced away or continued up the stairs.

"I'm not the best person to help you with this," he said, finally, his eyes meeting mine.

"I know, I'm sorry, but apart from about four others, you're the only one who will talk to me," I said, sadly coming closer.

He sighed, I could see that there was something he wanted to say, but for some reason he couldn't. He finally just changed the subject.

"So, what are you going to do now?" he asked, eventually, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"I suppose, sort some stuff and then get ready for tonight's thing," I said, with a slight shrug. "You?"

"I don't know, I'm not really used to these…Swell doos," he said, giving me a look.

I smiled.

"Please, tell me you ain't gonna turn up looking like…that," I said, a smile playing on my lips.

"What's wrong with it?" he asked, indicating to the old t-shirt, jeans and a pair of shoes I was pretty sure, I'd seen him wearing when I first met him on Harper's.

"Let's just say, it's not the done thing," I said, with a cheeky grin.

"You mean, it's not the Swell thing to do," he said, sliding an arm round my shoulder.

"Just possibly," I said, trying not to laugh.

He turned me towards the stairs, and we started to walk that way.

"Could you do me a favour then?" he said, as we ascended the stairs.

"What?" I asked, a sneaking suspicion that I already knew.

"Do you think, I could trust you to find me something to wear?" he asked, his grin widening. "That's assuming, you'd like me to turn up and not embarrass you?"

"Why would you embarrass me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh well, I thought, as I was 'one of the only ones talking to you', that I would most likely hang around with you 'all' evening," he said, with a slightly evil grin.

I swung round on him, feigning horror and we laughed.

"Right, I better help you find something then," I said, and took him by the arm. "Lead the way,"

He chuckled and off we went. He happened to be on the same floor as me, and, to my slight discomfort, I discovered he was next door to Jimmy. He told me not to worry and opened his door, holding it open for me. His room, lucky for him, had a different theme, or at least, it didn't have all the pink flowery stuff. Something told me, Shane would have complained…a lot. I opened his wardrobe to find his usual attire. There were, thank god, some shirts, but I had to say I'd never seen him wear them.

"Well, I think a shirt and a clean pair of jeans, since you have no other trousers," I suggested, flicking through the clothes.

"What?" he said, giving me a funny look.

"Oh, right sorry, in American terminology, no other pants," I corrected, so he knew what I meant.

"Sorry, forgot about you British-isms," he said, with a smile.

"No worries, you got any other shoes?" I asked, glancing around. "Cause, we are going to have to find you some things for the actual wedding it's self,"

"I have another pair, but they're not much better," he called, as he'd gone into the bathroom without me noticing.

"Well, you could ask Jimmy," I replied, taking out the things I'd chosen. "He had a few pair of shoes that were smart, and they should just about fit you,"

"I'll see," he responded.

"You should also ask him, if he has a spare tie," I continued.

"No way!" he snapped, sticking his head round the bathroom door. "I draw the line at a tie,"

"You'll never get into some places, I know then," I replied, smiling at him. "They won't let you in without a shirt, tie and shoes,"

"Fine, but only to the wedding, not tonight," he conceded, shutting the door again.

"Oh, and while your in there, you should shave," I called, to him.

In my mind, I could see him rolling his eyes.

"The rugged look is fine if you're fishing, but not really for tonight," I said, laughing at the expression the Shane in my mind was now wearing.

"Whatever, don't you have to get ready too?" he mumbled, from the bathroom.

"Okay, only trying to help," I said, glancing at the door. "I'll see you down there,"

"Right, see ya," he responded.

I exited the room and headed for my own. I had plenty of time, but I still didn't know what to wear. After a shower, I finally chose a knee length black dress, dark silver grey strap heels and matching jewellery. I put on a small amount of makeup, and ran a brush through my hair. I took a breath, and picking up my small black bag, I headed down. I felt like it was the first day at a new school, or someone going to their first prom. I made my way through and into the bar. There were people already there, mingling in their friendship groups. As I walked through the room, heads did turn to me. I even saw Sully giving me a once over. I reached the bar and ordered a drink, and then just stood there and glanced around the room.

More people were soon appearing, and Chloe, who had been talking to Beth, now chose to come over.

"Hey, you're looking gorgeous," she said, grinning and hugging me. "Are you alright?"

As she said this, her eyes flitted to Sully and back.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, ignoring the fact, that again I saw Sully glance my way.

"Well, how about I introduce you to some people you don't know?" she asked, putting her arm around my waste and squeezing.

"Yeah, okay," I nodded, and allowed her to guide me away.

There were twelve new people for me to meet and one I had already met. Chloe first introduced me to Amy Lucas, she was about 5'6' with long brown hair and green eyes. She was a reporter, and as well as being Chloe's friend, she was also there to write up the wedding for a colleague of hers at the paper. She had been stood with two guys, one called Ruben Paris and the other was Simon Forester. Ruben was Latin American. He had short black hair, dark brown eyes and stood at about 6'1'. He was also a friend of Chloe's, and worked in the film business as a special effects artist. Simon Forester was a friend of Cal's, he was an first responder paramedic. He, like Ruben, was about 6'1'. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. They were all pretty pleasant, and seemed to not be bothered by how the rest were reacting to me. Next we moved on to two ladies who were stood, rather to my annoyance, or more likely to my jealousy, eyeing Sully and the other three up. I caught part of their conversation, as we approached.

"They're all single, at least that's what I was told," said one, who had honey blonde hair.

"Well, the dark skinned one and the blonde, are the best out of the four," replied the other, who had mahogany brown hair. "And there is two of us,"

"You thinking, what I'm thinking?" asked honey blonde, with a wink at the other. "Which one do you prefer?"

"Well, I have always had a thing for dark guys," she murmured, with a smile.

"I was hoping you'd say that," honey blonde replied, then she saw Chloe. "Oh hey Chloe,"

"Hi, I would like you to meet a good friend of mine," she said, glancing between the two. "This is Rebecca Jacobs, Rebecca meet Christina McCarthy and Lucy Turner,"

"Hi," I said, trying to keep control of my feelings.

Christina was the honey blonde, she had blue eyes and stood at about 5'8'. Lucy also had blue eyes and was only slightly shorter then Christina.

"We were just discussing the guys here," announced Christina, with a cheeky grin.

"Any taken your fancy?" I said, my voice slightly hard.

Chloe glanced at me.

"Well, the four over there," responded Lucy, indicating to Sully and the guys. "We hear, they are all single,"

Chloe now realised the reason for my manner of speaking.

"Well," started Chloe. "Three of them are, ones sorta taken,"

"Oh, which?" questioned Christina.

"The blonde guy, Sully," she said, I glanced at her.

"Oh, it's just the beer guy said they were all single," replied Lucy, Christina nodded in agreement.

"You mean Malcolm?" I said, giving them a look.

"Yeah him," said Lucy, she glanced around. "So who's Sully's girlfriend then?"

"Well, he's sorta in and out at the moment, just trust me and don't try anything with him," said Chloe, her tone serious. "He's not available,"

"Well, we'll see," said Christina, tugging at her lip and smiling.

"I mean it," said Chloe, giving her a look. "Come on, Rebecca. Let's continue,"

We headed off, I glanced back at them, as they began to head for the boys. I turned away, not wanting to think about it. As we were heading to some more people, the music started up. I sighed; as I watched people start to move to dance. The next people I met, were Jason Collins, Rachel Cook and James Frost. Jason had dark brown hair, blue eyes and was about my height 5'10'. He was a pilot in the RAF and a good mate of Cal's, he'd known him since secondary school. Rachel was pretty, she was brunette, her slightly curly hair down to her shoulders. She had light green/blue eyes, and freckles on her nose. Her job, was working in the Music business as a producer. James was dark skinned like Danny, his head was shaven and he had dark eyes. He was about 6'2' and was a vet. I didn't think a man of his build would be a vet, but apparently he'd done some time in the marines, as they had paid for his degree.

Chloe and I went back to the bar to get a refill. As we stood waiting for the one of the bartenders to get the drinks, I spotted JD and Kelly dancing on the dance floor. They weren't the only ones, Nikki and Ben were there too. I had just got my refill, when I spotted, to my disappointment, Danny and Sully dancing with Christina and Lucy. Chloe saw my look, and proceeded to distract me by telling me there was still people I hadn't met. She guided me over to a couple of people, who were chatting amicably. One was a woman, about 5'8' with curly blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She smiled as we approached. The man she was chatting to, had floppy blonde hair and light brown eyes. He stood at about 6'2' and the two looked almost like a couple. They apparently weren't, however. The woman, Susan Peters was a lawyer while the man, Darren Steavens was a mechanic. Susan, Chloe had known from university and was also Chloe's actual lawyer. They were all nice people, even the two who had gone after the guys. Chloe left us talking, to go and find Cal, and I soon made an excuse and headed back to the bar.

It was while I was stood there, before Shane finally made an appearance. He didn't look half bad as he entered with Jimmy, who also was looking pretty good. Shane made a few heads turn, I think more out of shock, then any thing else. Chloe and Trish even complemented him, as they passed. I, however, focussed on Jimmy as he scanned the room and spotting Abby off to my left, he instead headed for the other end of the room. Shane gave me a nod, before heading off after Jimmy. I spotted Abby watching Jimmy too, and I wondered what I was missing. Why were they seemingly avoiding each other, I thought. I looked back and forth between the two and stopped, as I saw Abby had noticed my expression. She gave me a sad look, before turning away and starting a conversation with the nearest person to her. I was obviously, not going to find out what the trouble was tonight. I sighed and sipped my drink. I was so engrossed in the goings on of Abby and Jimmy, I never noticed people come up to the bar on my right. I was just turning, to see if I could spot someone to talk to, when I collided with the person to my right. They had just been turning to leave, drinks in their hands, as I had turned too. How we avoided throwing drinks down each other, I would never know, but as I focused on the person, apologising profusely, I found a pair of familiar blue eyes.

"I'm so sorry," I said, staring at Sully and then the floor.

"No, no, it was my fault," he replied, shaking his head and placing the drinks down on the bar. "Wasn't looking where I was going,"

"Yes you were, I was the one who made the wrong move," I said, looking him up and down. "I didn't spill any on you did I?"

"No," he said, glancing down at himself.

"Good," I said, his eyes met mine.

I searched them for what I had seen earlier, but thankfully it wasn't there. He came a little closer, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"You look beautiful tonight," he said, quietly, glancing down and then meeting my eyes.

"You don't look bad yourself, in fact I'd say, you're the best dressed guy here," I said, trying to keep the unsurity out of my voice.

"Well," he replied, glancing around. "I think Shane actually wins that tonight,"

I grinned and he smiled.

"Well, okay, yeah, I suppose he does," I said, laughing slightly.

"You did well with him," he said, turning now to pick up his drinks again.

I gave him a look.

"Oh, I overheard him asking for your help," he responded, to my look.

"Ah, well, I best not keep you from those lovely ladies over there," I said, slowly.

He looked from me, over to where Christina and Lucy were stood with Danny, Malcolm and Booth. I watched him, as he seemed to pause. He then looked back at me.

"I suppose," he said, slowly. "Have a good night,"

"You too," I said, giving him a soft smile.

He gave me one last look and smiled back, before walking away.

The night rolled on, the music playing and people enjoying themselves. I was still stood by the bar, mouthing the words to Alive and Kicking by Simple Minds. Some people were dancing, but most were sat down. It was, to be fair, quarter past ten, but again, they just didn't seem to be in the mood. I saw Danny dancing with Lucy, but Christina was dancing with a rather nervous Booth. I glanced around and found Sully was sat down with Malcolm seemingly lost in thought.

I was just thinking about ordering another drink, when I got the feeling I was being watched. I searched the room and found once again, I was under scrutiny from the same young man. He was sat a table to my left, near the bar, and he now got up and approached me. I turned to meet him.

"Hi," I said, unsure what to say.

He looked at me, and then turned to the bar. I turned too; I planned to get another drink.

"Think you're so smart, don't ya?" said the man, out of the blue.

"Sorry?" I said, wondering what his beef with me was.

"You come in and turn people's lives upside down, and then don't finish what you started," he continued, never looking at me. "But, that's how you work isn't it,"

"I'm not sure, I follow," I said, an uneasy feeling raising it's head.

"Most of the people in this room, know what I'm talking about," he said, as the bartender approached me.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked me.

"That's right, serve her first," scowled the man.

"The same," I replied, before turning to the man. "So, who is I'm conversing with?"

"Name's Andrew Carter," he replied, looking at me with contempt. "You know, Chloe's brother,"

"What's your problem with me?" I asked, giving him a look.

"What's my problem, I don't like what you are," he snarled, coming closer. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I don't understand why, but I'm not going to give you what you want," I said, squaring up to him.

"What do I want?" he said, his face too close to mine for comfort.

"An emotional outburst," I replied, calmly.

He laughed and took hold of my chin, squeezing my face.

"Is that you trying to be smart with me, little girl?" he said, I could smell the stink of alcohol on him.

"I think, you've had a little too much," I tried, my right hand now taking a grip on the wrist of his hand, that held my face.

"I don't care what you think. Nobody here does, they all hate you, they're just to good to tell you that," he snarled, squeezing harder.

It hurt and I could feel tears forming in my eyes, but I held them back

"You don't know anything," I said, still trying to be calm.

"Oi!" snapped the bartender, who had been serving me, but had to get a refill of vodka from the back "Let her go,"

"Very well," he snapped, with a cruel look.

He then shoved my head back, and the rest of me, followed suit. My left hand tried, and failed to use the bar to stop me falling, and down I went, knocking the glass with my drink as I did. I hit the floor hard, and the music cut out as I did. There was silence.

"Now, you're in your rightful place, bitch!" he spat, and then made to actually slap me while I was down.

"Don't you lay a hand on her!" snarled a voice, I knew.

Shane grabbed Andrew's arm, and shoved him back. He then got in between Andrew and I. Andrew glared, but he didn't back down. He made a move on Shane, Chloe yelled, but Shane blocked the move and brought Andrew's arm up behind his back, slamming him against the bar. Shane lent in close to Andrew.

"You touch her again and I'll break your shit off," he growled, quietly. "Now piss off,"

He shoved him towards the main group of people. Andrew pulled his jacket up, and disappeared off. Shane turned to me and glanced down at me. I looked at him and glanced round the room. I saw Sully, his expression seemed to give off concern. In fact, most of the people I knew seemed rather concerned, as if they did actually give a damn that I'd just been slammed into the floor.

I picked myself up and the bartender got me another drink. Shane said nothing to me, he just stood there. He got himself a drink, after giving me a look over and then headed to go and sit down on a sofa, that, as I was facing the bar, was now off to my right. I sighed, and stood there taking in what had just happened. I glanced right, and saw Shane was sat alone on the sofa. He'd been watching me, but as I looked his way, he looked away. I smiled to myself and went and sat by him.

"Thanks," I said, quietly.

"He shouldn't have done that," growled Shane, quietly.

"He was drunk," I said, slowly leaning back against the sofa.

"It doesn't excuse what he did," he said, glancing at me, he paused. "Your arm…"

I glanced down, and saw it was bleeding where the glass had caught the skin.

"It's nothing," I replied, giving him a reassuring smile. "You had a good night?

"Don't change the subject," he said, placing his glass down and heading to the bar.

He came back with a couple of paper towels and handed me them. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"Cheers," I said, taking them from him.

We sat in silence for a bit, watching people circulate. Then out of the crowd, came a frantic looking Chloe. She took one look at the paper towels on my arm, and her expression worsened.

"Oh god, he didn't do that did he?" she said, pointing to my arm. "I'm so sorry about the behaviour of my brother,"

"He went for her like some crazy," snapped Shane, the anger in him rising again. "Went for me too,"

"I'm sorry, ever since…well since I told him and then he found out you were coming to the wedding," she tried to explain. "He just doesn't, well I'm not sure why he doesn't like what you did,"

"You mean, he doesn't like the fact I jumped you, that I saved you?" I asked, calmly.

"Yeah, I think," she said, kneeling down in front of me to look at my arm.

"It's a common reaction," I said, slowly.

"He's just an arse," grumbled Shane, giving Chloe a look.

"Shane, it doesn't matter, just let it go," I said, wincing as Chloe peeled off the towels.

"I have a good mind to go and…" he started, I saw Chloe look worried.

"No," I interjected. "Just leave it, please,"

I rested my left hand on his arm, and gave him a look.

"Please?" I said, softly.

"Fine," he sighed, and then he relaxed back.

"You'll need some antiseptic on this," said Chloe, now, pointing to the cut.

"It'll be fine, thanks, Chloe," I said, kindly.

She stood up with an almost embarrassed look on her pretty face.

"Once again, I'm really sorry," she said, running a hand through her hair.

"Don't worry, go and have some fun," I said, giving her a smile.

She nodded and turned heading back into the crowd, passing Danny and Sully. I saw them both looking at my arm. I looked away, and chose to talk to Shane. He was sat there, resting his head back against the sofa.

"You tired?" I asked, quietly.

"Mmm," he replied, sitting up slightly and taking hold of his glass. "A bit,"

"Why don't you go get some sleep?" I asked, think it was the obvious thing to do.

He looked at me, an uneasiness in his eyes.

"Then who would you talk to?" he questioned, stopping me from asking what the look had been for.

"Well, there's always Fred, or Fred or even Fred," I said, keeping my face as serious as possible.

He gave me a look.

"There ain't no Fred," he said, finally.

We both looked at each other, before grinning.

"Okay, so I'd have no one, I'm sure I could go and make some friends," I said, indicating to the other people.

"Right," he said, rolling his eyes a little.

He finished his beer and reclined his head back again. He took a deep calming breath, relaxing.

"So, you're going to go to sleep here instead?" I asked, giving him a look he'd never see.

"I'm just resting my eyes," he mumbled.

"Yeah, yeah," I responded, shaking my head. "Look, if you're going to nap, why not use my shoulder?"

"Cause, that's not fair on you," he said, opening his eyes a little. "I'm fine like this,"

"Well, it's not like I'm going anywhere," I said, with a sigh.

"Well, people will think it's weird," he murmured, shifting to get comfy.

"Fine," I said, feeling defeated.

I glanced round the room. I could spot a lot of tired folk, but none of them looked like they were heading to bed. I glanced again at Shane, whose head was starting to slump, along with the rest of him, in my direction anyway. I sighed, and carefully made to manoeuvre him a little. He surprisingly didn't resist and allowed me to move him, so his head rested on my shoulder.

I'd been sat there for half an hour, watching people mill about. One of the new girls I had met, Lucy Turner, seemed to have given up on Danny, and was now hitting on one of the bartenders. He seemed to be enjoying the attention he was getting from her. As people had stopped buying drinks and it was almost closing time anyway, he was having a drink with her. Danny didn't seem to mind at all, in fact, he seemed to be getting on with Christina. Cal and Chloe were slow dancing together, along with Richard and Shea. Madison, I assumed, had been put to bed a while back. Most people were sat about.

At twelve, there was actual movement towards the bedrooms. I smiled and turned to Shane.

"Shane?" I said, shaking him a little. "Wake up, sweetie,"

He barely responded.

"Come on big guy," I said, shoving him up. "Time to go to bed,"

"Mmm," he groaned.

He came round slowly, blinking rapidly and then yawning.

"Let's go," I said, indicating to the door.

He nodded and stumbled to his feet. I paused; making sure he wouldn't fall, but he steadied himself and we headed out the room. As we reached the entrance hall, I spotted the bartender and Lucy making out by the fire. I laughed to myself and continued upstairs. Shane made his way slowly up the first flight, and I waited for him at the top.

"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?" I asked, moving out the way of Trish and Thomas, who had been coming up behind me.

"A while," he answered, looking at me.

"Well, what say you to letting me help you out?" I said, quietly.

He gave me a funny look.

"I know a technique that will help you have a good night's sleep," I said, with a shrug. "Your choice,"

He sighed.

"What does it involve?" he questioned, as we started on the second flight of stairs.

"It's just a relaxing technique, I mean, how'd you sleep when we were down there?" I said, watching him.

"Fine. Are you trying to tell me you used something on me without asking?" he said, with a slightly annoyed look.

"No, but I have a natural ability to encourage sleep in my Saves," I explained, slowly. "It's hard to explain,"

"Mmm, okay then," he said, finally.

"Okay, go get ready for bed and I'll drop by in ten minutes," I said, clapping him on the shoulder.

When I came back, I knocked and Shane mumbled me in. He was lying down, propped up on a pillow, and had a sceptical look on his face. I encouraged him to lie down properly, and he did so. He gave me a look, that said he felt a bit awkward about this.

"Look, you don't have to do this," I said, standing back.

"No, go on," he said, as he settled himself.

"Okay, so shut your eyes and relax," I said, relaxing myself.

He did so and I came closer. I watched him. He lay there and slowly a smile formed on his face, and then he just started laughing.

"Shane, that's not helping," I said, smiling myself.

"Sorry," he said, trying to suppress his hysteria.

"Okay, I'm gonna sit over here, you just relax with your eyes closed," I said, moving away and taking a seat.

"Okay," he replied.

He fell silent and I sat there waiting. After about fifteen minutes, his breathing had begun to slow and I knew he was gone. I got up quietly and approached him. He was sleeping lightly, and he needed to go deeper. I concentrated and gently placed my first finger on his temple. I ran it down the side of his face to just below his chin while whispering to him. His breathing slowly deepened and slowed. When he was deep enough, I gently kissed him on the forehead and headed for the door. I undid the latch and shut it behind me quietly.

I felt good, as I headed to my own room. Once in, I got ready for bed and climbed in under the covers. I had made a little progress and it felt good. I relaxed and shut my eyes, falling almost instantly asleep.

A piercing scream, tore through the hotel. It was full of terror and pain, and it went on and on. I sat up rapidly in bed, a wave of dread washing over me. I pulled on my dressing gown and shoved on my slippers, then grabbing my key, ran out my door. It wasn't on my floor, it was below me. I dashed down the stairs, my ears pinpointing the location. I came to a halt outside room 8 and tried the handle. It was locked, I paused and then shoved at the door. It wouldn't budge. Then I remembered something and shot back upstairs. Re-entering my room, I grabbed something out a pocket in the rucksack and ran back to room 8. I shoved the little rusty key in the lock and turned it. A click came and I entered the dark room. I had already heard the sounds of movement from other rooms. I searched for the bed, my eyes rapidly adjusting.

Trish was rolling around, her limbs moving violently. She was still asleep, but she was screaming. I had seen it before, and it hurt to witness it again. I moved swiftly to her and, as best as I could, took her by her shoulders.

"Trish, Trish!" I said, as calmly as I could. "Trish, you gotta wake up,"

I heard someone reach the door, but I didn't look up.

"Trish! Come back to me, it's a dream, Trish," I continued, raising the volume of my voice, but staying calm. "Wake up, Come on, Trish!"

Suddenly she gasped and her eyes shot open. More people had joined the first at the door. She grabbed on to me, her shoulders shaking, as violent sobs took over her body. I held on to her tightly, rubbing her back.

"Shuuuuuush," I said, rocking her back and forth. "It's over now, it was just a dream, it can't hurt you,"

She just kept sobbing, and tightening her grip on me. I now glanced over at the door. Thomas and Shea were at the front. Further back, I spotted Chloe and Cal, Beth, my Lucy, Booth and even Sully. I stared at them all, suppressing the disappointment and anger I felt. Cal and Chloe looked at the floor. The rest had awkward looks.

"Thomas, Shea, if you want you can stay," I said, deadly calm. "The rest of you go back to bed, now,"

They did what they were told. Shea and Thomas came into the room, and sat on the bed. Trish still clutched onto me, but exhaustion was starting to overcome her crying. I shook my head at Shea and Thomas, and turned my attention to Trish.

"Okay, just relax," I said, quietly. "I'm gonna help you get some sleep, do you trust me?"

She nodded, and pulled me a little closer.

"Okay darling, you're going to have to lie down," I said, carefully moving her.

I lay her down and encouraged her to let go. She did, but she still was a little shaky.

"I…I don't want to…" she stammered.

"It's okay, you won't see anything bad," I replied, calmly. "I'm just going to give you some well deserved rest,"

She looked at me, her eyes still glassy.

"You'll be fine," I said, looking at her. "Now shut your eyes and relax,"

She took a breath and did so. I held her hand and slowly, like Shane, she fell asleep again. I then gently ran my finger down from her temple, whispering softly, and her breathing deepened. Once I was happy, I got up and glanced at the two Wellingtons.

"She'll sleep fine," I informed them. "If you want to stay, you can,"

I turned to leave.

"Rebecca?" said Thomas, quietly.

I turned and met his eyes.

"Thank you," he said, sincerely.

I nodded and left, returning to my room. I sat down on the bed and placed my head in my hands. I sighed, slowly running my hands down my face. So it was serious, they were suffering a lot and I would have my work cut out. I got back into bed, my mind whirling. Why hadn't they called, why had they let it get this bad. No more secrets, I decided. Later today, whether they liked it or not, I was going to get answers…


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