Chapter 11: Will You...

The sizzling of the grill in White's backyard and the commotion of a few suits who had come from work along with a few of Reg's friends. Although Reg himself mostly hung around Christy, his friends found their own ways to entertain themselves. This party lasted all afternoon and the conversation could have gone on longer if the other suits didn't have to return to work so abruptly. When they left, it was Reg's friends, Dormy and Luna who remained.

Reg's friends didn't last much longer. One of them had even tried to flirt with Luna...let's just say he picked the wrong girl. After they left, all there was really left to do was clean the place up. The party had been nice and it distracted Reg and Christy's thoughts of that horrible place. They spent some time reconnecting as Dormy gratefully helped with throwing away paper cups and plates. Luna stocked the remaining food in the fridge.

"What was it like...those last few months without me?" Reg asked.

"Horrid," Christy replied. "I just worked longer hours and the nights got worse. They didn't beat me or anything, but they left a scar." Most of their talk was closure between them and what had happened when they parted ways. The evening settled in and Reg thought it best that he went home. Christy couldn't have agreed more. She felt the need to be alone now.


That night, she locked herself in her room. After dinner, she hadn't said much and all she wanted to do was lay down. When she finally did, she inhaled the scent of her room. It was comforting, but not enough to erase the thoughts that kept returning to her mind. Now just looking at the place in her mind made her shudder. She felt her neck where the White Rabbit's logo lay as a charm on her neck in silver. None of the men questioned it because she made sure to keep it hidden well. Beginning to doze off, she laid back on the pillow.

A soft knock at the door and her eyes burst open. It wasn't the sound of the knock, but the knock itself had frightened her. Ten heard her gasp on the other side and he cracked the door open a little bit.

"Are you alright?" he asked. Christy sighed in relief, laying back down when she saw it was Ten. Tears were running down her face and trickling down to her ears with an icy touch, making her head turn in another direction to avoid the feeling.

"I am now," she replied. "the knock just startled me." Ten grew concerned after she'd said that and he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You can sense Agent White inside of the most brutal dungeon, yet a knock at the door scares you?" he asked, tilting his head and giving her a look that told her to explain what was going on. Christy looked down at her sheets, not wanting to explain it all just yet. Her thoughts needed recollecting first.

"Yep," was all she said, not adverting her eyes from the spot. Ten sighed inwardly, knowing she wasn't going to tell him exactly what was up with her.

"Just...come to me with anything," he told her, shaking his head. "Even if I don't want to hear it." She nodded, curling into a ball as she laid back down. She knew Ten didn't want to hear it, so she would see for herself tomorrow morning.

"I have to be to work tomorrow," Ten said. "Will you be alright?"

"Yeah," she replied, staring now at the floor.

"Alright, you know my rules," Ten said, standing up. "Don't answer the door to anyone except: White, Patrick, Reginald, Luna, or Dormy." She nodded, and he came to the doorway, glancing back at her before shutting the door completely. He knew something was wrong with her, he could just tell by now. But, he left it be seeing as though Christy wasn't up to telling him herself.

Christy began having nightmares that night from her awful experience. She sat up in bed, sweat dripping down her face and a racing heart. She got up, cracking the window to feel the cool breeze come into her room. It soothed her to inhale the scent of the city. She didn't want to wake Ten, knowing he had to work in today.

She sat on her bed again, feeling tired but fearful to fall asleep. She sat there, thinking about her awful dreams. Although it was all over, she longed to be with someone. She had instantly missed Reg the first night she spent without him in that disastrous place.

When she couldn't stand being alone anymore, she opened her bedroom door and walked out into the hall. She grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, drinking it down while looking around. She set the glass in the sink and she came back upstairs. Without disturbing Ten, she came into his room. She had tried to do this as a child, until she'd finally been explained to that Ten only worked at the palace for long hours, he didn't live there. At first, she thought herself a child for doing such a thing at her age, but she convinced herself otherwise.

Everyone needs someone, she thought, sitting at the edge of the bed. She laid next to him without covering herself. It made her feel better.


Ten woke rather quietly. He only noticed Christy when he had gotten out of bed, getting ready bright and early. He took one moment to stare at her, seeing her shaking body. At first, he thought she was cold, but when he put one hand to her arm, she was very warm.

He hadn't even recalled her coming into his room last night. He let his hand off her arm and finished getting ready for work, leaving his cell number on the kitchen table just in case before hoping into his car, seeing Agent White was already gone.

The former princess woke up, reading the clock as nine in the morning. Ten was gone by now, and she sat up in his bed. She loved being home again, but she was alone today. When she came downstairs, she read the note with his cell number on it. She smirked, putting some tea on the stove for herself.

A knock came to the door at noon, making her still startle at the noise. She looked out the window to see Reg. She answered the door.

"Hey," she said. "Come in."

"I figured you'd be here," Reg said, stepping inside. She shut the door and Reg took off his coat. "How've you been?"

"Alright, I suppose," Christy replied, sitting on the couch. "You?"

"A few disturbances during sleep and some everyday things make me jittery," Reg told her.

"Same here," Christy said. "Mainly the door."

"My father didn't want me out at all today, but once I told him where I was going, he let me come," Reg said. "I was coming to ask you something, but I don't think it's the proper time."

"Oh," she sighed, leaning back on the couch. Without a sound, Reginald came over her, kissing her full on the mouth. Her arms reached behind his neck as his came to her waist, Reg leaning more towards her. He released the kiss, but he didn't dare let her go.

"I am so sorry I left you there," he whispered, leaning down so he could kiss at her neck. Her eyes closed and she sighed.

"It's alright, we're back now," she told him, moaning after his touch to her sides and neck. They'd been together for such a long time, yet none of this had ever happened between them. Nonetheless, Christy liked it. Then, she remembered her work and that one thing she had to check. For but a second this worried her, and she thought to check on that before Ten got home.

Reg was highly distracting her from that right now as he kept kissing on her, his hands moving about her body. He came up to her shirt and pushed it back slightly so he could reach her collarbone. He just stopped then.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Maybe it is the right time," Reg said then. Christy was confused, but Reg got off of her.

"I know, we've been through...a lot," he started. "And, I just wanted to ask you a simple question."

"What Reg?" she asked. It was then he got down on one knee, bringing around a little green box. He opened it to reveal a diamond ring!

"Christy, will you...will you marry me?" the tea owner's son asked.