This chapter's just strange. And it has a lot of S/J moments, which is kind of ironic, but that's beyond the point. It's also set during American in Paris, I think it's called, and it's somewhere before or after Sarah had the dream in the episode where she saw her dad, because there is NO way that she just had one fever dream, because having a fever was really dangerous back then, and so I'm betting she had a fever for somewhere around a week or something.

Oh, and for the record, James Raleigh has BROWN eyes, if it's not in there before. Surprisingly, this might be used to make sense later. And if I haven't mentioned, reviews, they're really good. And I like them. Reviews are a cheap way to bribe an author into updating. Especially, if like me, they totally suck at the updating, well, on a regular basis, anyways...

I was walking with Mrs. Adams today when I felt weak and passed out.

Now, I am in bed with a fever. Stupid inoculations. I feel so hot and tired. Mrs. Adams comes in, though my eyes barely flutter open, and places a cold cloth on my forehead. Then I lose track of my mind and begin to drift off.

I am running through the woods on a beaten path. Major Raleigh is just ahead of me! I must run faster.

"James! James! Slow down!" I plead.

Major Raleigh stops running and grins at me. I smile and walk up to him.

"I am so glad to see you again! I have missed you so!" I exclaim, embracing him.

He smirks at me. I am so confused.

"I love you!" I call.

He leans in to kiss me, but then, in a fell swoop, tosses me in the air. What a rude thing to do! And I am falling and falling. I am going to die on those sharp rocks in the river below me.

But something stops me, inches before I reach the rocks. I open my eyes and the sun's glare blocks the face of my savior. Something about the man is familiar, but I haven't a clue what it is. He hops nimbly from rock-to-rock with me in his arms. When we reach the shore, he sets me on the ground carefully.

"Sarah, will you marry me?" The stranger asks.

I get a look at his eyes before I answer. They are b-

Mrs. Adams wakes me up. I wipe the cold sweat from my forehead. What color were his eyes again? Oh, now I cannot remember!

"Sarah? Are you all right?" Mrs. Adams asks, worried.

I nod weakly, wondering what my dream meant.

"You were thrashing and crying out for James," Mrs. Adams states.

I squint to see if she is really smirking. She is. My eyes are wide and I frantically shake my head, which makes my vision spin. I stop immediately.

"I have feelings for a former suitor of mine, who goes by the name of James," I reply, wondering how I got that out.

Mrs. Adams frowned.

"Are you sure it wasn't your friend James?" Mrs. Adams asks, sounding a lot like my mother would.

I nod, trying not to become dizzy again.

"I am positive," I reply assuredly.

Mrs. Adams just shrugs. Was James the man in my dream?

I am not sure.

I close my eyes and drift off again.

This time, I am in the print shop. Moses walks in first, setting the type for the printer.

"Sarah, you should move on," Moses replies, looking straight at me.

What is he talking about?

Henri walks in, eating some ham.

"Oui, it is obvious that James loves you anyways," Henri smirks, mouth filled with food.

How is it possible that he can do that in my dreams too? Now James walks in, pencil tucked behind his ear, furiously scribbling something down on paper. He looks up at me.

"He doesn't love you," James declared, rather rudely.

James looked back down at his article. Henri grinned again and took another bite out of the ham.

"But it is so painfully obvious that James does," Henri began, accent sounding thicker.

James shoots him a glare. It is not, however, an I-do-not-love-her-glare, but more of a you-were-not-supposed-to-tell-her-that-glare. That worries me.

"Henri, she has to move on before she marries James," Moses says smartly.

I sigh.

"I do not want to move on, he does not love me, but HE does," I scream at them, annoyed.

James gives me a look.

"Yeah right, who would ever love a Tory like you?" James says, sounding harsher than he meant to.

I glare at him.

"Perhaps another one?" I state in a threatening tone.

Mrs. Adams is shaking me awake this time. I blink for a few seconds, and the world becomes much less blurry. However, I have a sudden urge to throw up.

Okay, more like a feeling. A nauseous feeling. Mrs. Adams is cleaning out her dress as we speak. Okay, well, we do not really speak. I do not even know whom I am talking to. No, sorry, I am talking to James.

"James? What are you doing here in Boston?" I ask shakily.

James looks at me and I sit up and get out of bed, smoothing my hair. He puts his hands in his pockets and looks down at the ground.

"I don't have a good answer for that," He replies, sounding nervous.

My stomach's full of butterflies. Or hunger pains.

"Oh," I begin.

Suddenly, James pulls me to him and kisses me, his hand stroking my face.

I am kissing him back.

And I like kissing him.

These are scary thoughts.

Is his tongue in my mouth? Ew. Wait a moment; is my tongue in his mouth?

Okay, maybe that's not so gross now. No, not gross at all.

"Sarah," He whispers.

I am feeling woozy, flushed, and weak-in-the-knees. Has my fever come back?

Or am I just lovesick?

Please tell me I did not just think that.

It is hopefully just the lack of oxygen. Wait, what am I saying?

His hands are going places they shouldn't. My hands are going places they shouldn't!

"This is so improper," I complain, panting.

"But if it's so improper, then why are you enjoying this so much?" James gasped.

I do not want to answer that question.

Wait, I am actually enjoying this?

Snap out of it, Sarah!

Great, now I am talking to myself.

Is he trying to take off my dress? Am I letting him? In the Adamses house?

Apparently yes.

Mother's going to kill me when she finds out about this.

Am I supposed to see that? I do not think so. Oh well.

I must be insane.

Crazy in love with James.

I open my eyes and sigh when I do not meet blue irises. As a matter of fact, James is not here. So that was all a dream? I sigh again.

Thank god.

I must have been *really* delusional there. John Quincy comes in and I hug him so tightly he can't breathe.

"Glad to see that you've recovered," He scowls.

I release him, tired. I have made it over the rough patch. I hope, anyways. I fall back into the pillows, groaning.

I cannot handle another dream like that.

I exhale.

"Mrs. Adams! Can we talk?" I yell.

- Loren ;*

Oh, and I realize that Sarah's kind of strange this chapter. But she had a fever, i.e. strangeness. And you might not be getting an update for a while because I've had two tests this week already. And I have a C.A. test in the works, quite possibly a Spanish test, and, irony of ironies, we're doing a Civil War Newspaper in Social Studies...Which is kind of bothering me, 'cause I really want to know if it's going to be a North newspaper or a South Newspaper and my group members and all that.