Disclaimer: Don't own OC or any In A Heartbeat characters (Caitie). The title comes from the song, "Flying Home" by Chantal K (her last name is impossible to spell) and the lyrics that go in the chapter titles are from the song "Hear You Me" by Jimmy Eat World.
Author's Notes: Wow! Thank you all so much for the reviews! I've writing fanfic for about three years and never have I had so many reviews for one chapter of a story. I'm sorry it took me so long to get it out, but I've been really busy (senior year is not easy as everyone say it is) and it was hard to write. Caitie is not in this chapter, but she will be in the not the next, but the one after that. Sorry! Enjoy!
Flying Home
Chapter 2
When Seth Cohen first woke up after his ordeal the first thing that came to his attention was that the intense pain he seemed to have just experienced was gone. He couldn't quite figure how the pain had been caused. All he knew was that it was gone now.
He quickly opened up his eyes in order to better find out the reasons behind his strange pain free situation and if the possible the reason why he had pain in the first place.
The room he was in was stark white. He sat up. Everything was white. The bed he was in, the bed sheets, the nightstand next to the bed, the lamp on top of the nightstand and the other bed against the wall that his bed pointed to. He eyes began to wonder to the white walls, but he shifted them back to the bed after he thought he glimpsed a tad bit of color nestled among the endless white. It was black. Raven black hair, that cascaded over the pristine pillow. Summer.
In a nanosecond he was out his bed, leaving the white sheets to hang over the edge of the bed and blend into white carpet as they touched. He quickly walked across to the room to her and knelt by the side of the bed. For a while he didn't try to wake, he just kneeled and watched her sleep. He liked doing that.
It clamed him to see her. Not that he had been particularly frazzled before he noticed her, but she made him he feel at home knowing that she was with him. Wherever that was. He reached his hand out just to touch her hair or her cheek. He just wanted to feel the familiarity of Summer. He needed comfort.
The comfort didn't come. Summer continued her slumber and Seth began to grow more and more uneasy.
As if pulled by an unforeseen force Seth got up from his kneeling position by Summer's bedside and stumbled backward. His mind was reeling. Voices flooded his head. He couldn't get them out. Yelling and screaming. Summer's voice. His voice. Someone he had never heard.
He had to get out of the room. But where was the door?
