Chapter 25 – First Dream

G-Junior shifted, painfully. His head felt heavy, and he slowly tried to sit up. He never had a chance as that same pain from before filled him. He fell back, blackness taking him once more.

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Alice let out a scream as she awoke, gasping. Her breathing was almost rapid, and her knuckles were white from the grip on her music box. She carefully closed it, and she heard Jet let out unsavory curses at being awoken at such an ungodly hour. She doubted God had anything to do with this nightmare, and she shuddered with phantom pain.

"What's wrong?" Jet asked.

Alice let out a shaky breathe and looked around. "I…don't know," she answered.

She carefully set the music box down next to her and looked around. For a moment, she thought she saw concrete, darkness, bars. The bed she was sitting on seemed to feel like a phantom against her back, as if she were still laying down. But…she hadn't lain down to sleep! She groaned and rubbed her face.

"Fine. Look, let's get breakfast and get out of here. Pack up and stuff. Go…clean up or something, and we'll get out of here, okay?" Jet pressed.

Alice nodded numbly and carefully got up. She put the music box away into the bag, pulled out a new shirt, then headed to the bathroom. She'd happily use the hotel's towel and soaps they left. She took the quickest shower of her life, got dressed in mostly day old clothes, though she ignored that. She began to rub her hair dry and walked back out, still rubbing her hair. "I thought all girls took an hour in the shower," Jet commented.

"I'm not 'all girls', Jet. You, on the other hand, do remind me of those girls."

"I'm not a girl!"

"I never said you were, Jet. You're the one who jumped to that conclusion. Are you having masculinity issues, Jet?"

Alice smiled as Jet sputtered out half-vocalized, angry, outbursts, before he stormed into the bathroom.

Point to Alice. She chuckled dryly and quickly brushed out her hair before she pulled it back into a ponytail. She huffed and shook her head, then packed up the bag easily. She pulled it over her shoulder, and then sat down to wait for Jet to get out of the shower and she shook her head.

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Jet growled a bit as he got dressed again, knowing he'd taken a long time in the shower. He paused when he got to his uniform, which he was used to wearing under everything now, and then hurried up. He pulled on his jacket over it, hiding it from sight, and then black pants. He walked out and held out the shirt to her. She raised an eyebrow before shrugging and shoving it into the bag.

"Ready to go, Jet?" she asked.

"After food."

She rolled her eyes and walked out, the bag in front of her. Jet followed, shutting the door behind them. His mind wandered back to this morning. Why had she screamed so loudly? He had actually been awoken by the scream, and despite years on the streets, he was a pretty heavy sleeper when his instincts weren't waking him up. Like when eight hours were up or someone was trying to knife him.

And yes, okay, he ignored those instincts at times. He wouldn't mention that stupid mistake of trusting Black Ghost's goons.

He sniffed a bit and Alice glanced back at him. "Getting a cold there, Jet?"

"None of your business!"

Alice rolled her eyes and faced forward, the pair walking past a maid. "It is though. What if you keel over dead? What will I do then? Huh? I'd be all alone in the world. Without a friend in the world. Would you truly do that to me?"

"Don't tempt me."

Alice giggled, and Jet rolled his eyes. He barely noticed how he had picked up speed to walk right next to her. The pair walked quietly, before Alice glanced up. "Jet?"

Her smile was way too mischievous, enhanced by that gleam in her eyes that was so reminiscent of Albert's when he was about to tease Jet for something. "What?"

"Are you PMSing?"

She let out a cackle as she took off, being chased after an enraged Jet. "Come back here, brat, and let me kill you!"

"Never!"

The pair raced down the stairs, Alice leading the way. She was so lucky he wasn't allowed to use his accelerator mode on humans or they'd die! So, very, very lucky. She was going to pay for that comment, he knew it!

Jet tried not to question why he was relaxed around her. Maybe taking that leap of faith hadn't been so bad. He would never, ever, tell G-Junior he was listening. Besides, he was just being nice because G-Junior wasn't around anymore to make sure she didn't go wandering off and out of sight.

They really needed to break her of that habit.