Disclaimer: *Wonders to self* Now, wouldn't it be wonderful to own this show and characters? Oh, it'd be great!!! But I don't so I'd better quit the day dream and type this CH.
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CH12
They were back at the bus; they might've goten a room, but no place was available anyway. Carey and Jack were in their room, and the adults were in the community room, confrerencing.
"What are we going to do?" asks Molly, her voice showing great concern for the boys.
"I say we go in and give them a peice of opur minds," Irene practically yells. It was more like 'peice of MY mind' to Irene.
"Irene, stay resonable, we should at least give them until morning. We just got home; they're probaly tired. I know I am." Molly then sighed. I could have lost Jack, she thought. I'm probaly over reacting, okay, I know I'm over reacting, but still... Moly returned her consiousness to Irene in time to see HER over react. Just as she had been doing since they got home.
"Give them 'till morning," Irene mused. "What are you thinking!" she yelled. "They shouldn't even be in the same room. We could wake up with them dead." She said that last word flatly and harshly. It was like she didn't trust her own son anymore.
Molly looked to Ned for support. "'C mon Irene. You really are over reacting. By morning the boys will probaly have resolved their problems. Or will."
"Probally," Irene said. Everybody sighlently sighed, thinking, or hoping, she had finally agreed with. No such luck. Their hopes were dashed with her last scentances, wich were roughly said. "That's the word that makes me not believe you. Probaly, meaning, in short, that you're not one-hundred percent sure." Quickly and quietly Irene added something the others could not hear, " I can't believe you're siding with HER." Well, the others could hear her, but not actual words, just mumbling. Or at least she thought, Ned had heard quite well.
"I'm not siding with nobody." Ned says in his regular gruff voive, sounding rather hurt. "I say what I think is true. Now, I think we should discuss where we are going to stay. It wouldn't be right to stay in the bus without wheel chair acsess for Jack."
There was a moment of silence as they all poundered on where they could stay. "Hotel?" Iren sugusts. She seames to have finally cooled down, for the moment at least.
"Too exspensive," came Molly.
"Well do you have any ideas?" Irene seamed to be, once again, ticked off. At what? No one knows.
"Hmm, let's see," Molly paused, thinking. She knew she could think of something if she thought about it.
Irene took it that she didn't have any ideas. "That's what I thought" she remarked smugly. She nodded her head, and was a liitle startled when Molly actually thought of something.
"I got it," Molly wispered.
"What's that?" Irene was getting impatient.
"We send them home."
"Are you say we go all the way back to Hope Srings?" Irene was outraged for some resone. Mabe she was tired. "Do you know how long a drive that is? That won't solve anything."
Again Molly sighed, "Of corse I know how long a drive it is. I wasn't saying we drive the boys there though. I was thinking we fly the boys there, and we drive the bus there. That-" Molly was cut off rudely by Irene.
"Are you crazy?" Irene said as calm as possibly amaginable. "Let me get this straight. You're saying we fly Jack and Carey there, and let them stay at your house by themselves?" Irene didn't wait for an answere. "That's smart, very smart. Right now they hate each other." Irene didn't bother adding the part about getting there and finding one or both of them dead. Everyone knew she was thinking it anyway.
"Don't you get it Irene?" Ned said. "Molly's saying that if we send them to the house ahead of us, that when we get there they might have made up. Get it?"
'Ya, I guess I get it. But, what if it doesn't work and..." Dark thoughts overwhelmed her mind, causing her to leave the sentance unfinished. There was no need to finish it though.
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Jack glared at Carey, Carey glared at Jack. If it weren't for the current disabilities of themselves, they would have a rematch right then and there. They were mad, it was obvious. Little did they know that this could've been prevented. That this started from a simple misunderstanding.
Eventually they got tired of glaring and staring, and were left to their own thoughts until they should fall asleep.
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I hate Carey, Jack thought. I hate him, I really do. He stoped to think for a moment. I mean really think, not just the rantings that were coming from his brain. Why do I hate Him? Jack asks himself. I mean really, besides the fact that he injured me, why do I hate him? What started this anyway? Oh yeah. I remember. Carey. That's who started it. If he had just cared a little more... Wait. What am I thinking? He felt like smacking himself. Carey didn't start it, I did. I attacked him with critisizing words, not giving haim a chance to defend himself. I only ended up getting hurt. And the subject of the matter, Fi, and Clu. Jack had almost forgotten. Now that he remembered though, a pain riffeled through his whole head, overflowing like a waterfall into his body. Tears began flooding out of his eyes.
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He didn't even give me a chance to explain. Carey thought. He was hurt. Not just his arm. Jack didn't think he cared bout Fi, or his own brother. Who did he think he was going around making critizations like that?
"I hate you Jack." Carey spat meaningfully.
"I hate you too." Jack chocked through his tears, though not as meaning as fullly as Carey, but Carey didn't seam to notice. He was too mad. Jack deserved it, kind of. But still, it made him sadder than ever.
But he did notice it. "Hu," Carey wispered. More to himself than anyone else. Is he crying? Carey asked himeself. Err, what do I do? I just said I hate him. I know I really don't. Well, I sort of do right now. But, we'll foreget this... eventually we might. Err, Do I say something. We ARE friends still. EVEN if we do hate each other. Thoughts swarmed Carey's mind. He shook his head vigorously, trying to rid himself of the thought. Still, they wouldn't leave. They just kept racing in and out, in and out. His head began to hurt; as if it would burst. Just go fo it... Was his last wispered thought before he said it.
"Are- are you okay Jack?" and he meant it. Jack was crying. It could be from their fight. Or something else. But what?
"I-I-I-I don't know," Carey could hear between sobs.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"I guess," Jack paused, taking a deep breath. "It's Fi."
Carey gasped, "I almost forgot."
"That's what this started from." Jack didn't indicate what 'this' was. No need. "I-I relize I never gave you a chance to explain. It was wrong of me. I know. But, I had so many things on my mind then. I was so angry, at, I don't know, the world. I was trying not to show it, but. I guess me thinking that you don't care kind of drew the last straw.
"But, since I never gave you the chance to explain, I think it would be best for both of us if you fnally did."
Caey didn't answere right away. He was lost on his friend's words. He was fealing the same way as himself. Or at least similar. Jack sighed, thinking he was still to angry to answere.
"Jack, I know how you feal. Really I do. First Fi, then my brother. Of corse I cared. Fi's my friend, Clu's my brother. I felt like breaking down. Just like the rest of you did. But, when I saw you all so sad, I just, I don't know. I felt like I couldn't. That I had to be strong and optimistic for all you. That if I, too, broke down, both our families would fall apart. I felt like everything was depending on me. But, I can't do it anymore. It's too hard. And you're right. I should show my fealings a bit more."
"I had no idea," Jack's words were a bit shakey. A bit from his tears. More because none of this would DEFINATLY NOT of happened if only he'd given the chance. "I'm sorry," quick and quiet, that was all he could manage.
"Man, I sorry too. But this isn't our only problem. Our parents are in the next room. You don't even need to guess what they are talking about."
And that seemed to be it. Back to themselves already. "Yeah," he almost laughed it. "We are so going to get a long lecture tomarrow. He glanced at he door, where, behind it, were the once again aguring parents. You could make out a few angry words. Not much more though. "That is, if one of them doesn't totally break down and come in here and start chewing off our heads."
At that they laughed. A real laugh. It felt great, given it had been nearly a week since they had been happy. Eventually their laughter died, and they drifted to sleep.
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"Uhg," Jack moaned. His whole body ached. The bright sun shining into the room didn't help either. In fact, it caused him to get a head ache. Jack cluched his head, twisting in sheer pain when he move his brocken arm. Jack's moans got louder and louder. So loud they got, that Carey woke up.
"Jack, Jack are you okay?" He sprung out of his bead and went to Jack's.
"Owwwugh..."
"Hold on man," Carey looked at the clock. It was only seven. "Err..." Molly wouldn't be too happy if he woke her up, but this was urgant. Quickly he went to Molly's room.
He pushed her shoulder a few times. "Molly, wake up."
"Fi!" She exclaimed. Obviously she had had a dream about Fi.
"No, just me."
Molly looked at the clock. "What are you waking me so early for?" she sweamed slightly anoyed.
"It's Jack-" Molly didn't let him finish, she prang out od bead and was at her son's side in seconds. Carey followed.
"Jack," Molly said in a hurried mother's concerned voice. "What is it?"
"Ugh hu hu hu...... It hurts!"
"What hurts?"
"Everything!"
Molly left and came back seconds later with some medicine, and a glass of water. Jack took them eagerly, swallowing quickly. He moaned after swallowing. Like that had actually hurt. Mabe it did. The medicine seamed to work quite well, and rather quick. Molly knelt by hhis side as she watched him drift back off to sleep.
A minuet after Jack had re-entered dream land, Molly went back to her own room. "Thank's Carey," she said before leaving.
"It's going to be okay," Carey said.
"I know it is, Jack will heal, and so will you."
"No, that's not what I meant. I meant Fi and Clu."
"Thanks, again," Then she left. Carey went back to his own bead, but he didn't sleep. He couldn't. So he lay awake thinking.
I wonder how Clu is. He hasn't called, and it's been a while. I wonder, is he even alive? Shaking his head he dismissed the thought. He couldn't think like that. What if it came true? I wonder if he's found Fi. He must really have strong fealings for her. I mean, he's risking his own life to look for her. Even the rescue team is wanting to give up hope on finding him. They've already given up on Fi.
I hope Clu calls... We might all go crazy if he doesn't. He almost laughed. But his thoughts were to depressing, and he was still tired. He yawned. A shiver ran through his spine. He didn't know why though. A sign mabe. But what kind of sign could it possibly be? What could it mean? What a stupid thought, he told himself. It doesn't mean anything. Some cold air probly just came into the room. Though there were no windows open, he willingly accepted that reason. Thinking anything was strange about it would further his thoughts on Fi. He really didn't want to think about it. Though that was quite hard.
Hard, he thought, glancing at Jack. Jack knows all about that. He and Fi know more about life being unfair than anyone else he knew. There dad had died when they were so young. Fi doesn't even have the memories that Jack posses. She was too young to remember. They lost their dad, and now they might loose each other. And I might loose my only brother.
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Jack Pushed a bush asided, finding a long haired brunett on the other side. Then he relized that he was Clu, and the Girl was Fi.
"FI!!!" Jack yelled so loud that he woke himslef. He sat up breathing quite hard.
"Bad dream?"
"Fi... I was Clu Carey. I was Clu, and I saw Fi. I saw her..." He began shaking with tears. "Will I ever see my sister again?"
No answere. What could Carey say anyway. If he said yes, then they never saw Fi until a funeral, when they do find her, then Jack would be dissapointed. Well, 'disapointed' might not be the best word, but it's similar to what he'd feel.
"I-I don't know. I hope we will though. I can only hope." A tear fell down his own cheak, and he was lost in a sea of memories, thoughts, and worries...
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Running, to where? She didn't know. She had lost all her senses. Is that a stream? I can't tell. She tripped over a branch, causing her to fall. As she fell she hit her head on a nearby tree... knocking her unconsious.
Cold, dark, Clu...
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From Teo: Did you all enjoy? I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. I just haven't had the inspiration. I think I got it back though. I'm trying to make the chapters a bit longer, so I'm going to start posting the CH's in groups, I think. If you rather I not, tell me. If I do, expect a little more space in time between posts. Once again, I'm sorry for the delay, thanks fro reading, and I hope ypu've been enjoying this. Now go use that little box down there. I don't care who you are, just say something...
***Teo***
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CH12
They were back at the bus; they might've goten a room, but no place was available anyway. Carey and Jack were in their room, and the adults were in the community room, confrerencing.
"What are we going to do?" asks Molly, her voice showing great concern for the boys.
"I say we go in and give them a peice of opur minds," Irene practically yells. It was more like 'peice of MY mind' to Irene.
"Irene, stay resonable, we should at least give them until morning. We just got home; they're probaly tired. I know I am." Molly then sighed. I could have lost Jack, she thought. I'm probaly over reacting, okay, I know I'm over reacting, but still... Moly returned her consiousness to Irene in time to see HER over react. Just as she had been doing since they got home.
"Give them 'till morning," Irene mused. "What are you thinking!" she yelled. "They shouldn't even be in the same room. We could wake up with them dead." She said that last word flatly and harshly. It was like she didn't trust her own son anymore.
Molly looked to Ned for support. "'C mon Irene. You really are over reacting. By morning the boys will probaly have resolved their problems. Or will."
"Probally," Irene said. Everybody sighlently sighed, thinking, or hoping, she had finally agreed with. No such luck. Their hopes were dashed with her last scentances, wich were roughly said. "That's the word that makes me not believe you. Probaly, meaning, in short, that you're not one-hundred percent sure." Quickly and quietly Irene added something the others could not hear, " I can't believe you're siding with HER." Well, the others could hear her, but not actual words, just mumbling. Or at least she thought, Ned had heard quite well.
"I'm not siding with nobody." Ned says in his regular gruff voive, sounding rather hurt. "I say what I think is true. Now, I think we should discuss where we are going to stay. It wouldn't be right to stay in the bus without wheel chair acsess for Jack."
There was a moment of silence as they all poundered on where they could stay. "Hotel?" Iren sugusts. She seames to have finally cooled down, for the moment at least.
"Too exspensive," came Molly.
"Well do you have any ideas?" Irene seamed to be, once again, ticked off. At what? No one knows.
"Hmm, let's see," Molly paused, thinking. She knew she could think of something if she thought about it.
Irene took it that she didn't have any ideas. "That's what I thought" she remarked smugly. She nodded her head, and was a liitle startled when Molly actually thought of something.
"I got it," Molly wispered.
"What's that?" Irene was getting impatient.
"We send them home."
"Are you say we go all the way back to Hope Srings?" Irene was outraged for some resone. Mabe she was tired. "Do you know how long a drive that is? That won't solve anything."
Again Molly sighed, "Of corse I know how long a drive it is. I wasn't saying we drive the boys there though. I was thinking we fly the boys there, and we drive the bus there. That-" Molly was cut off rudely by Irene.
"Are you crazy?" Irene said as calm as possibly amaginable. "Let me get this straight. You're saying we fly Jack and Carey there, and let them stay at your house by themselves?" Irene didn't wait for an answere. "That's smart, very smart. Right now they hate each other." Irene didn't bother adding the part about getting there and finding one or both of them dead. Everyone knew she was thinking it anyway.
"Don't you get it Irene?" Ned said. "Molly's saying that if we send them to the house ahead of us, that when we get there they might have made up. Get it?"
'Ya, I guess I get it. But, what if it doesn't work and..." Dark thoughts overwhelmed her mind, causing her to leave the sentance unfinished. There was no need to finish it though.
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Jack glared at Carey, Carey glared at Jack. If it weren't for the current disabilities of themselves, they would have a rematch right then and there. They were mad, it was obvious. Little did they know that this could've been prevented. That this started from a simple misunderstanding.
Eventually they got tired of glaring and staring, and were left to their own thoughts until they should fall asleep.
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I hate Carey, Jack thought. I hate him, I really do. He stoped to think for a moment. I mean really think, not just the rantings that were coming from his brain. Why do I hate Him? Jack asks himself. I mean really, besides the fact that he injured me, why do I hate him? What started this anyway? Oh yeah. I remember. Carey. That's who started it. If he had just cared a little more... Wait. What am I thinking? He felt like smacking himself. Carey didn't start it, I did. I attacked him with critisizing words, not giving haim a chance to defend himself. I only ended up getting hurt. And the subject of the matter, Fi, and Clu. Jack had almost forgotten. Now that he remembered though, a pain riffeled through his whole head, overflowing like a waterfall into his body. Tears began flooding out of his eyes.
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He didn't even give me a chance to explain. Carey thought. He was hurt. Not just his arm. Jack didn't think he cared bout Fi, or his own brother. Who did he think he was going around making critizations like that?
"I hate you Jack." Carey spat meaningfully.
"I hate you too." Jack chocked through his tears, though not as meaning as fullly as Carey, but Carey didn't seam to notice. He was too mad. Jack deserved it, kind of. But still, it made him sadder than ever.
But he did notice it. "Hu," Carey wispered. More to himself than anyone else. Is he crying? Carey asked himeself. Err, what do I do? I just said I hate him. I know I really don't. Well, I sort of do right now. But, we'll foreget this... eventually we might. Err, Do I say something. We ARE friends still. EVEN if we do hate each other. Thoughts swarmed Carey's mind. He shook his head vigorously, trying to rid himself of the thought. Still, they wouldn't leave. They just kept racing in and out, in and out. His head began to hurt; as if it would burst. Just go fo it... Was his last wispered thought before he said it.
"Are- are you okay Jack?" and he meant it. Jack was crying. It could be from their fight. Or something else. But what?
"I-I-I-I don't know," Carey could hear between sobs.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"I guess," Jack paused, taking a deep breath. "It's Fi."
Carey gasped, "I almost forgot."
"That's what this started from." Jack didn't indicate what 'this' was. No need. "I-I relize I never gave you a chance to explain. It was wrong of me. I know. But, I had so many things on my mind then. I was so angry, at, I don't know, the world. I was trying not to show it, but. I guess me thinking that you don't care kind of drew the last straw.
"But, since I never gave you the chance to explain, I think it would be best for both of us if you fnally did."
Caey didn't answere right away. He was lost on his friend's words. He was fealing the same way as himself. Or at least similar. Jack sighed, thinking he was still to angry to answere.
"Jack, I know how you feal. Really I do. First Fi, then my brother. Of corse I cared. Fi's my friend, Clu's my brother. I felt like breaking down. Just like the rest of you did. But, when I saw you all so sad, I just, I don't know. I felt like I couldn't. That I had to be strong and optimistic for all you. That if I, too, broke down, both our families would fall apart. I felt like everything was depending on me. But, I can't do it anymore. It's too hard. And you're right. I should show my fealings a bit more."
"I had no idea," Jack's words were a bit shakey. A bit from his tears. More because none of this would DEFINATLY NOT of happened if only he'd given the chance. "I'm sorry," quick and quiet, that was all he could manage.
"Man, I sorry too. But this isn't our only problem. Our parents are in the next room. You don't even need to guess what they are talking about."
And that seemed to be it. Back to themselves already. "Yeah," he almost laughed it. "We are so going to get a long lecture tomarrow. He glanced at he door, where, behind it, were the once again aguring parents. You could make out a few angry words. Not much more though. "That is, if one of them doesn't totally break down and come in here and start chewing off our heads."
At that they laughed. A real laugh. It felt great, given it had been nearly a week since they had been happy. Eventually their laughter died, and they drifted to sleep.
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"Uhg," Jack moaned. His whole body ached. The bright sun shining into the room didn't help either. In fact, it caused him to get a head ache. Jack cluched his head, twisting in sheer pain when he move his brocken arm. Jack's moans got louder and louder. So loud they got, that Carey woke up.
"Jack, Jack are you okay?" He sprung out of his bead and went to Jack's.
"Owwwugh..."
"Hold on man," Carey looked at the clock. It was only seven. "Err..." Molly wouldn't be too happy if he woke her up, but this was urgant. Quickly he went to Molly's room.
He pushed her shoulder a few times. "Molly, wake up."
"Fi!" She exclaimed. Obviously she had had a dream about Fi.
"No, just me."
Molly looked at the clock. "What are you waking me so early for?" she sweamed slightly anoyed.
"It's Jack-" Molly didn't let him finish, she prang out od bead and was at her son's side in seconds. Carey followed.
"Jack," Molly said in a hurried mother's concerned voice. "What is it?"
"Ugh hu hu hu...... It hurts!"
"What hurts?"
"Everything!"
Molly left and came back seconds later with some medicine, and a glass of water. Jack took them eagerly, swallowing quickly. He moaned after swallowing. Like that had actually hurt. Mabe it did. The medicine seamed to work quite well, and rather quick. Molly knelt by hhis side as she watched him drift back off to sleep.
A minuet after Jack had re-entered dream land, Molly went back to her own room. "Thank's Carey," she said before leaving.
"It's going to be okay," Carey said.
"I know it is, Jack will heal, and so will you."
"No, that's not what I meant. I meant Fi and Clu."
"Thanks, again," Then she left. Carey went back to his own bead, but he didn't sleep. He couldn't. So he lay awake thinking.
I wonder how Clu is. He hasn't called, and it's been a while. I wonder, is he even alive? Shaking his head he dismissed the thought. He couldn't think like that. What if it came true? I wonder if he's found Fi. He must really have strong fealings for her. I mean, he's risking his own life to look for her. Even the rescue team is wanting to give up hope on finding him. They've already given up on Fi.
I hope Clu calls... We might all go crazy if he doesn't. He almost laughed. But his thoughts were to depressing, and he was still tired. He yawned. A shiver ran through his spine. He didn't know why though. A sign mabe. But what kind of sign could it possibly be? What could it mean? What a stupid thought, he told himself. It doesn't mean anything. Some cold air probly just came into the room. Though there were no windows open, he willingly accepted that reason. Thinking anything was strange about it would further his thoughts on Fi. He really didn't want to think about it. Though that was quite hard.
Hard, he thought, glancing at Jack. Jack knows all about that. He and Fi know more about life being unfair than anyone else he knew. There dad had died when they were so young. Fi doesn't even have the memories that Jack posses. She was too young to remember. They lost their dad, and now they might loose each other. And I might loose my only brother.
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Jack Pushed a bush asided, finding a long haired brunett on the other side. Then he relized that he was Clu, and the Girl was Fi.
"FI!!!" Jack yelled so loud that he woke himslef. He sat up breathing quite hard.
"Bad dream?"
"Fi... I was Clu Carey. I was Clu, and I saw Fi. I saw her..." He began shaking with tears. "Will I ever see my sister again?"
No answere. What could Carey say anyway. If he said yes, then they never saw Fi until a funeral, when they do find her, then Jack would be dissapointed. Well, 'disapointed' might not be the best word, but it's similar to what he'd feel.
"I-I don't know. I hope we will though. I can only hope." A tear fell down his own cheak, and he was lost in a sea of memories, thoughts, and worries...
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Running, to where? She didn't know. She had lost all her senses. Is that a stream? I can't tell. She tripped over a branch, causing her to fall. As she fell she hit her head on a nearby tree... knocking her unconsious.
Cold, dark, Clu...
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From Teo: Did you all enjoy? I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. I just haven't had the inspiration. I think I got it back though. I'm trying to make the chapters a bit longer, so I'm going to start posting the CH's in groups, I think. If you rather I not, tell me. If I do, expect a little more space in time between posts. Once again, I'm sorry for the delay, thanks fro reading, and I hope ypu've been enjoying this. Now go use that little box down there. I don't care who you are, just say something...
***Teo***
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