Disclaimer: I am receiving a vision… *ooooohhhmmm…* I… do… not… own… anything… dammit… Yep, that's right. I'm still an ownerless bum. Go figure.

Author's Note: If you're reading this, that means I finally got my internet fixed, OR I am using my dad's computer. The other day, our internet was being VERY evil. By accident, I hit the 'disable' button on my connection thingy in an attempt to fix it. Now, I can't find out where the hell it went. Which means, of course, no internet on my computer until my brother either comes home or he tells me how to fix it.

ff.net did NOT like my last chapter. The formatting kept getting messed. Like it would only show the first sentence of my disclaimer. Very frustrating. BUT, its working now =)

I want to thank Shadow and tube for their reviews! Thanks you guys! Tube, I'm working on that juicy action scene you wanted. Hopefully it'll pop up next chapter.

So, after that pointless message, off again into the unknown deeps of what my brain dredged up onto paper…

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Jenny felt strange. Very strange. Her whole body felt… light, fuzzy, floating even. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by the sterile white of a hospital room. The incessant bleeping of monitors and equipment had by this time faded into a background complaint.

Her hands moved restlessly on the sheets, an IV in her left wrist announced medication being poured into her system.

No wonder I feel fluffy, she thought languidly, her head lolling drunkenly on a neck supported by somewhat crinkly hospital pillows.

"So, you're finally awake," a solemn voice toned from her doorway. A nurse stood in the doorway, her auburn hair pulled into a tight bun at the nape of her neck, her brown eyes kindly, if detached, her greeny-blue scrubs loose on her slender, if short, body. Jenny tuned her somewhat glassy gaze onto the nurse.

"Wh-what happened…?" Jenny asked, her words slurring together slightly.

"The young man who brought you in said he was walking to his car when he saw you sprawled out on the pavement taking a nap," the nurse said slowly, humor turning her mouth up into a smile.

"What did this guy look like?" Jenny inquired, the medication haze starting to leak off of her brain.

"White hair, bright blue eyes, slim, tall, dressed in black. Does he sound familiar?" the nurse asked, coming to sit down by Jenny's bed.

Does he ever… But this is not the time for hysterics, Jenny! You just gotta be cool about this. Once you get yourself outta this hospital, then you can figure out what the hell you're going to do, she chided herself harshly.

"I think so… he might be in one of my classes. Did he tell you his name?" she asked cautiously.

"I don't think so… All he said was to make sure you got the best care and that you would know who he was. I'm sorry I don't have any more information."

"So what, exactly, its wrong with me? Aside from blacking out in the parking lot."

The nurse consulted the medical file at the end of her bed. "Well, aside from your escapade into unconsciousness, your fine. We just have you on some painkillers for your hand and some stabilizers, you know, vitamins and things like that. Any more questions?"

"Yes, one more. How long am I going to be here?"

"Well, once we do another once-over, your free to go. Can I get you anything to eat?"

"No, I'm fine, thanks." At this, the nurse smiled once, placed the chart back onto its holder after making a brief notation on it, and left the room.

Jenny sure had a lot to think about. But she didn't feel the need. She felt an ultimate passiveness settle over her. She didn't feel a thing for the other patients crying in the other rooms. It felt strangely right that she didn't care for anything but herself, which is a complete 180 from her normal "put-other-before-thyself" attitude she had lived her whole life by. She felt… detached. That was the word. Also, she had not eaten anything for two days, and she wasn't in the least bit hungry. This more then her detachment worried her. She didn't binge, but she liked food. Food was good. But now, it didn't seem necessary. And neither did going to Pennsylvania.

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Julian paced his apartment. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. When he held her, she just didn't feel like Jenny. Just another person, that happened to have a striking resemblance to his Jenny. After he brought her up from the void, he looked into her eyes. The person was there, but Jenny wasn't. Come to think of it, she didn't even feel like a person, just a face. Her eyes were empty, Julian thought, brows furrowing together in deep thought.

Maybe she forgot about you, the voice told him. The voice had been growing in appearance and coming forth to the forefront of his mind lately.

Now that, Julian replied with fervor, is not true. After all that I have done to her, there is no way that she could have forgotten about me. And what I do to her still… he trailed off, a tear wending its way down the icy curve of his cheek. He touched it with amazement. He had never, in all his millennia of existence, cried. Ever. Even when Jenny had almost died, he hadn't shed a tear. Sure, he was worried beyond belief, but then he could have unleashed his wrath upon the Elders. Now, the Elders held a tighter control over his existence. He grinned humorlessly at that. Not his life, but his existence. But the possibility of Jenny forgetting him was almost more then he could stand. Damn he needed booze.

He stomped over to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of scotch. He drank it straight from the bottle, letting the alcohol get into his blood before he went back to pacing.

He had done too much thinking for now. Now was the time for action.