Ok just a short but sweet one for you today as I am running out of time. Hope you enjoy anyway.
Gerry had been surrounded by blackness, his mind seemed to want to take him further into the darkness but for some reason he was fighting going. He could feel a weight on his lap, a weight that felt warm against the bitter cold of the rest of his skin.
Pulling the warm object closer to him, his sleep fogged brain registered that this was no blanket but a living breathing human being.
Fighting the nausea that threatened to come back Gerry pulled one eye open but saw only darkness. For a moment he thought that he had gone blind that somehow being bashed over the head had caused him to loose his eye sight.
The painful throbbing in his arm started to wake him up more as consciousness seemed to be pulling him back to the lad of the living.
Remembering that he was not indeed blind but that he and Sandra had hidden in a cave, which had been dark Gerry relaxed slightly as he felt the warm body almost laying on him stir slightly.
"Sandra." He whispered remembering just who it was he was sharing this most intimate of moments with before freezing under her wigging body. At first Gerry didn't know what to do, it was obvious she was asleep, and had no idea what she was doing.
Gerry wondered just what Sandra was attempting to do and she buried her head in the crook of his neck and roamed her hands underneath his shirt.
Placing his hands on her shoulders with the intention of pushing her away before he embarrassed himself Gerry felt the icy coolness of her skin through her thin top and realised that she was probably freezing and she was using him to keep warm.
In a sudden change of tact Gerry placed his arms around her and pulled her closer to him.
He knew he should wake her up, make sure that she had not slipped into some kind of coma, remembering that her concussion had been pretty bad, but he loathed to watched her wake up and pull away from him. Retreating once more behind her mask of professionalism and tuning on that icy cool stare she did so well.
Gerry took in a deep breath as his head felt like it was spinning again, he knew that he had lost a lot of blood from the deep wound in his arm, but on last inspection the gash had healed up some what and the strip he had torn from his shirt and clenched around it, had almost stopped the flow completely.
Hearing Sandra moan once more Gerry began petting her hair, admiring just how soft it was under the caress of his fingers. Running the silken strands in between his digits Gerry couldn't help but bend his head slightly and take a deep breath in smelling the sent of her shampoo, and something that was uniquely Sandra.
The woman in his arms turned slightly and Gerry almost flung her away in guilt as he thought she had woken up catching him smelling her hair.
With a sigh of relief Gerry realised she had only moved to make herself comfortable and he relaxed again, placing his arms around her once more he let her sleep while the snow started to fall once more outside.
Jack and Brian had not had any success in finding either Gerry, Sandra or the other two who had taken them in the first place.
"We can't give up Jack." Brian shouted at him from behind right into his ear and Jack switched of the snow mobile's motor and turned his head so he could look at his friend.
"Look I don't want to stop either, but it's getting dark and it's starting to snow again, we don't stand a chance of finding them in this." Jack said with a heavy heart, knowing that in the morning they would most likely be looking for two frozen bodies.
"No I will not quit now, we have to find them Jack, we have to." Brain pleaded with him. There was no way Jack was going to say no, he realised that if he and Brian froze to death trying to find their friends, it would be a much better fate than having to live to find their dead bodies.
"Ok Brian keep your eyes peeled a." Jack said as he switched the snow mobile back on and he pushed once again into the trees.
Sandra was cold, she didn't know why, she had turned the heating up in her house days ago knowing that the cold weather was coming. She then felt the cold hard wood beneath her backside and her arms felt like they were pinned behind her.
A face was looking at her she could feel their breath on her cheek but she could not see them. The blind fold, yes they had put that over her eyes, they had taken away her ability to see them but not to here them, she could still smell his breath as it came out in slow puffs as though his mouth was almost upon her own.
"No." She said snapping her head back slightly.
"Not again, you didn't keep your promise last time." She spat at the person in front of her as that spicy sweaty smell came back, his sent. Harris laughed at her and now she could tell he was right in front of her. His laughter caressed her face like the whip had done to Gerry's, it stung and made her want to vomit but she held back. Closing her lips tightly, not only to stop anything leaving them, but also to stop anything coming in either as Harris had still not retreated.
"You are mine, I marked you." He said as his hand came up and brushed the sore spot on her cheek which he had sliced with his blade. The same knife that had cut Gerry and made him so weak.
"Where is Gerry?" She demanded as Harris's hand landed high on her thigh and began to trace patterns with his fingers.
"Oh Gerry is dead, it's just you and me now honey." Harris's voice sounded beyond happy, it sounded triumphant as Sandra's world seemed to fall apart. She felt the world start to spin as the thought of Gerry being gone sunk in. the depth of sorrow she had was beyond anything she had felt, anything since she was fourteen and lost her father.
"No no you're lying to me." She said tears rolling down her cheeks, unable to control them her breath hitched as a sob wracked her body and she strained against her restraints, only to find him pinning her down with his arms wrapped around her.
"No Sandra I am not lying you are all mine, do you here me Sandra, Sandra!" the voice seemed to change and so did her position.
Sandra sat up with a start as she felt hands on her face cupping her cheeks as she stared into the darkness. She knew that voice but he was dead, wasn't he?"
"Sandra you were having some kind of nightmare are you ok?" she did know who that was, that was Gerry, he was right here with her and they were safe.
The dream was fading now as her breathing calmed down and the shaking stopped. She was still cold but that she could live with.
"Gerry I thought, I mean in the dream, you were dead." She said knowing that if he could see her he would have seen the tears that were rolling down her face. The same tears she had shed for him in her dream.
"No sorry but I am still here." Gerry replied his voice full of humour as he allowed his hands to slip from her shoulders to her waist as he pulled her closer to him.
Sandra did not resist, she knew they had the best chance of survival if they shared body heat, not only that but she needed to be close to him right now. She needed to feel his heart beating right next to her ear.
"Sandra are you ok?" He asked, and she realised that she had been silent for a while now and she placed her good hand on his chest pushing herself up slightly so that she could see his eyes.
They were there she was just about to see them in the almost total darkness, but the white of his eyes were visible and she locked on to them, hoping he could see hers in return.
"I am fine now." She said leaning forward and placing her lips over his in a brief kiss that lasted no more than a second, but seemed to render Gerry breathless for a moment, before his brain kicked in and filled his lungs once more.
"Don't you dare die on me Gerry Standing do you hear?" Sandra said her full superintendents voice returning and making Gerry chuckle slightly.
"Yes Ma'am." He replied and Sandra couldn't resist a small slap to his chest as she then laid her head back down and soothed the slap with a gentle caress with the palm of her hand.
"Talk to me Gerry, I don't want to go back to sleep again." She asked as his arms wrapped around her once more and pulled her tight against him. Sandra heard a subtle hiss from him as he obviously knocked or strained his injured arm. It reminded her that he was still in danger and that they would have to get out of here as soon as they could. That water and heat had to be their main priorities now, and also keeping out of the clutches of Finn Harris and Aaron Ward.
"What would you like to talk about?" Gerry asked her and she was brought back from her thoughts by the sound of his voice.
"Anything, just not ice cream, or snow boarding." Sandra said which made Gerry smile although she could not possibly have seen it.
"Think warm thoughts a." He said with a leer in his voice which earned him another slap of Sandra's good hand but it was once again followed up with a caress. The slap he decided was worth it if she was going to stroke him like this after everyone.
"Don't think about that though." Sandra said a warning in her voice, but Gerry also detected something else there, something that he was not going to approach here in the dark with their lives on the line.
"Ok how about a nice hot Indian curry, with juicy Nan bread and a pint of ale." Gerry said licking his lips as Sandra copied him but frowned against his shirt.
"No now you have made me hungry, why don't you tell me how your daughters are getting on, I know obviously how Emily is, but as for the others, you don't talk about them as much as you used to." Sandra said finding that she was genuinely interested in Gerry's family and to her eternal shame realised she had not asked after them in a long time.
"Are you sitting comfortably, then I will begin." Gerry said and Sandra smiled and buried her nose in to Gerry's chest breathing in his sent as he began to talk.
Ha sorry it is short but better than nothing a. this is kind of a filler chapter a way to explore the relationship further, I hope your not missing the drama too much, I will be back with more soon I promise. As ever please R and R and I will be forever grateful, I would also like to take this time to recommend a story
The story is called: Same time next week and is written by 'Don'tcallmeMa'am.' It is a wonderful piece that makes you laugh and cry all in a few chapters. If you haven't read it yet I suggest you check it out even though it is 14 chapters long it is well worth the read. Thank you once again for reading I hope to be back soon don't want to keep you in suspense to long now do I. also apologies for the long author note, but I do like to ramble. XxX