American Idol has lost their minds. They let in this weird guy WHO CAN'T
SING! He's sixteen, BRIGHT red hair, (nothing against red heads some of my
best buddies are) He's flat a LOT of the time. And he dresses like he's 60!
sigh okay I'm done!
Disclaimer: I don't own it! :-P
Chapter Nine: Sleeping Yet Waking
Merry walked back into the room. He looked over at Jericho who was already fast asleep. Her hair had fallen in front of her face and he noticed her hand was tightly grasped around something. He leaned in closer to try to see it but her hair obscured his view. He slowly and gently reached and pulled back her hair. She snorted loudly causing him to jump back and drop her hair. Luckily it fell back out of the way.
As he leaned forward he caught a glimpse of a small cube with strange markings on it. His brow furrowed and he tried to make sense of the markings. Nothing came to him as he stood back up and walked to his bed. He'd never seen anything like that block and he couldn't think of ever seeing anything like it before.
He wriggled down under his covers facing Jericho. She had a smile on her face. It was so content and so happy. He wanted nothing than to reach out and stroke her head.
()
Jericho was standing in a large field. It was bright and sunny outside. There was a log and a tree stump lying on the ground. Jericho thinking nothing of it went and sat on the stump facing the fallen log. Suddenly all light was gone. Everything went dark. She reached out in front of her and felt a cold damp surface. She ran her fingers along it and felt the touch of another cold 'something' on her arm. Lightning flashed and she saw a haggled creature with black eye sockets and blood dribbling from its chin. IT was what she was touching, and IT was touching her.
Jericho awoke in a cold sweat. She hadn't screamed like she did the night before. Her ragged breath was short and quick she turned quickly at a loud sound behind her.
"Jericho, are you awake?" Pippin asked groggily. She let out the breath she had been holding.
"Yeah," she sighed, "I had another nightmare."
"I can't sleep either," he confessed.
"Ya wanna come over here with me?" she asked.
"Sure!" he responded gaily. She felt the bed bounce as he plopped onto the bed.
"So, what's your beef?"
"Beef?"
"Why can't YOU sleep?"
"Oh, I can't stop thinking," he sighed. His voice was so pitiful that Jericho couldn't help smiling. Luckily it was dark.
"I had another nightmare," Jericho replied. She placed her hand on the quilt that covered her knees.
"What it just as terrible as your last one?" he asked excitedly.
"Worse!" she moaned.
"Oooh! Tell me!" she could almost see his eyes light up and feel the weight shift as he leaned closer.
"Well," she began and told the horrific tale not leaving out a single detail. She heard him gasp as she explained the cold touch of the monster. He exclaimed his horror as she described the bloody creature that stood before her.
"Why did you dream it?" he asked.
"I don't know..." she mused.
"What are you two doing up?" asked Frodo making Jericho start.
"Sorry Frodo, we can't sleep," Pippin explained.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Jericho heard the bed creak as he sat up.
"I can't stop thinking," Pippin complained. Frodo snickered.
"What are you laughing about?" Sam asked sleepily.
"Pippin can't sleep because he can't stop thinking," Frodo giggled. She heard the bed creak as Sam lay back down and turned over.
"What's your deal?" asked Frodo, she guessed he meant her.
"Another nightmare," she sighed.
"Nothing like last night, right?"
"Worse," Pippin answered for her.
"If it was so much worse then why didn't she freak out more?" he asked.
"I don't know," she answered becoming tired of all the questions
"What happened?" he asked. She sighed and explained again her horror and felt herself becoming more and more bothered with every passing minute.
"What do you think it means?" Frodo asked astonished.
"I don't know," she answered running a hand through her hair. Pippin yawned loudly.
"I'm tired," he declared getting off of Jericho's bed.
"Goodnight," she smiled.
"I think I'll turn back in too," Frodo added. His bed creaked loudly as he, she suspected, laid back down to sleep. Jericho sat in silence for a moment. Before turning over and laying back down.
()
Merry hadn't gone to sleep yet that night. He had listened to the entire conversations. He heard everything, from Pippin's fears to Sam's small interruption and even when Jericho finally laid back down. She had stared toward his direction until she had fallen asleep. He watched her the whole time. When her eyes had begun to droop he smiled. They sat at half-mast for a short amount of time, but when they finally dropped he couldn't resist getting back up.
He snuck out of his bed and walked over to the edge of hers. Her breathing was slow and peaceful. He smiled as she hummed as she exhaled. He laid his head on the edge of the bed near her head. As she continued breathing he slowed his breathing down and matched it with hers. His eyes were fixed upon her face and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He leaned forward and gently kissed her nose. She murmured in her sleep and shifted positions.
"Goodnight Sandy," he whispered as he drifted off to sleep.
()
Jericho's eyes fluttered open.
"Who's Sandy?" she asked aloud.
I love to have lil cliffies! And I know you hate it! That's what makes it grand!-DB:D
Disclaimer: I don't own it! :-P
Chapter Nine: Sleeping Yet Waking
Merry walked back into the room. He looked over at Jericho who was already fast asleep. Her hair had fallen in front of her face and he noticed her hand was tightly grasped around something. He leaned in closer to try to see it but her hair obscured his view. He slowly and gently reached and pulled back her hair. She snorted loudly causing him to jump back and drop her hair. Luckily it fell back out of the way.
As he leaned forward he caught a glimpse of a small cube with strange markings on it. His brow furrowed and he tried to make sense of the markings. Nothing came to him as he stood back up and walked to his bed. He'd never seen anything like that block and he couldn't think of ever seeing anything like it before.
He wriggled down under his covers facing Jericho. She had a smile on her face. It was so content and so happy. He wanted nothing than to reach out and stroke her head.
()
Jericho was standing in a large field. It was bright and sunny outside. There was a log and a tree stump lying on the ground. Jericho thinking nothing of it went and sat on the stump facing the fallen log. Suddenly all light was gone. Everything went dark. She reached out in front of her and felt a cold damp surface. She ran her fingers along it and felt the touch of another cold 'something' on her arm. Lightning flashed and she saw a haggled creature with black eye sockets and blood dribbling from its chin. IT was what she was touching, and IT was touching her.
Jericho awoke in a cold sweat. She hadn't screamed like she did the night before. Her ragged breath was short and quick she turned quickly at a loud sound behind her.
"Jericho, are you awake?" Pippin asked groggily. She let out the breath she had been holding.
"Yeah," she sighed, "I had another nightmare."
"I can't sleep either," he confessed.
"Ya wanna come over here with me?" she asked.
"Sure!" he responded gaily. She felt the bed bounce as he plopped onto the bed.
"So, what's your beef?"
"Beef?"
"Why can't YOU sleep?"
"Oh, I can't stop thinking," he sighed. His voice was so pitiful that Jericho couldn't help smiling. Luckily it was dark.
"I had another nightmare," Jericho replied. She placed her hand on the quilt that covered her knees.
"What it just as terrible as your last one?" he asked excitedly.
"Worse!" she moaned.
"Oooh! Tell me!" she could almost see his eyes light up and feel the weight shift as he leaned closer.
"Well," she began and told the horrific tale not leaving out a single detail. She heard him gasp as she explained the cold touch of the monster. He exclaimed his horror as she described the bloody creature that stood before her.
"Why did you dream it?" he asked.
"I don't know..." she mused.
"What are you two doing up?" asked Frodo making Jericho start.
"Sorry Frodo, we can't sleep," Pippin explained.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Jericho heard the bed creak as he sat up.
"I can't stop thinking," Pippin complained. Frodo snickered.
"What are you laughing about?" Sam asked sleepily.
"Pippin can't sleep because he can't stop thinking," Frodo giggled. She heard the bed creak as Sam lay back down and turned over.
"What's your deal?" asked Frodo, she guessed he meant her.
"Another nightmare," she sighed.
"Nothing like last night, right?"
"Worse," Pippin answered for her.
"If it was so much worse then why didn't she freak out more?" he asked.
"I don't know," she answered becoming tired of all the questions
"What happened?" he asked. She sighed and explained again her horror and felt herself becoming more and more bothered with every passing minute.
"What do you think it means?" Frodo asked astonished.
"I don't know," she answered running a hand through her hair. Pippin yawned loudly.
"I'm tired," he declared getting off of Jericho's bed.
"Goodnight," she smiled.
"I think I'll turn back in too," Frodo added. His bed creaked loudly as he, she suspected, laid back down to sleep. Jericho sat in silence for a moment. Before turning over and laying back down.
()
Merry hadn't gone to sleep yet that night. He had listened to the entire conversations. He heard everything, from Pippin's fears to Sam's small interruption and even when Jericho finally laid back down. She had stared toward his direction until she had fallen asleep. He watched her the whole time. When her eyes had begun to droop he smiled. They sat at half-mast for a short amount of time, but when they finally dropped he couldn't resist getting back up.
He snuck out of his bed and walked over to the edge of hers. Her breathing was slow and peaceful. He smiled as she hummed as she exhaled. He laid his head on the edge of the bed near her head. As she continued breathing he slowed his breathing down and matched it with hers. His eyes were fixed upon her face and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He leaned forward and gently kissed her nose. She murmured in her sleep and shifted positions.
"Goodnight Sandy," he whispered as he drifted off to sleep.
()
Jericho's eyes fluttered open.
"Who's Sandy?" she asked aloud.
I love to have lil cliffies! And I know you hate it! That's what makes it grand!-DB:D