A random Jet fic.

A/N: This is not really a romance fiction. Sorry. It is really more like a blurb without a purpose. Sorry. Review if ya like it. Review if ya don't!

Disclaimer: When it's all said and done...I still dont own WA3

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It was 3 am.

It was dark.

It was cold.

And Jet could not sleep.

There was just something about sleeping on the hotel beds that made him uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because it did not feel like home. Though, Jet did not really have a home.

He rolled on to his back and tried the best he could to see through the darkness to the ceiling, but to no prevail.

It was 3:14 am.

It was cold.

Something about the cold was comfortable to Jet. He preferred it to being warm. Perhaps it was the tingle it left in his cheeks, it just made him feel clean, refreshed. In the cold he felt content.

It was dark.

It was cold.

It was 3:17 am.

It was his favorite time of the day, more so night. Laying in the dark, with no one irritating him, no one trying to persuade him from his ways. No responsibilities, no nothing. Just him. Alone. In the dark, in the cold, nothing to pass the time but listening to the ticking of the clock. Just Jet. Just Adam Kadmon. Just, him. Alone. He cherished these hours before sunrise.

He lay still, staring determinedly at the ceiling, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself as he did so. It was not for warmth as much it was for confinement, to be tightly wrapped in something, for comfort from something that would never ask him painful questions in return for his secrets.

Secrets. Why did his thoughts always turn to such things before sleeping? It forever made him anxious. He had a lot of them. Secrets. Secrets that he very rarely even told himself. Secrets that he did not even now about. This is what frightened him the most. Was it wrong that he knew so little about himself?

It was 3:33.

It was cold.

It was lonely.

And Jet could not sleep.

He masked his eyes with his palms. Perhaps if he could not see the world, it could not see him. He could hide forever behind veiled eyes. He could hide forever in the darkness.

I'm not insane.

It was silent. Silent black. Silent as the secrets that refused to be revealed. In the corners of his mind he knew they existed. He had long ago banished them, but had since then forgotten that he was the cause of their exile.

I am merely searching for somebody to understand my pain.

It was cold.

It was dark.

It was 3:48 am.

It was lonely and scared.

Jet was no longer content in himself, no longer enjoying the solitude.

"Hey, Virginia?"

She muttered unrecognizable dream talk in answer to Jet.

"You awake?"

"I am now." She muttered groggily nuzzling her face into the pillow.

"Good."

"Whaddya want?" she slurred rolling over to face him.

"Nothing." Jet replied softly.

Virginia looked at him confused through heavy eyes.

"I just wanted someone awake."

She gazed at him for a long time.

It was 4:03 am.

It was dimming in light.

It was nippy.

And Jet was asleep.

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A/N: Err... I am sorry if that was confusing. I am also sorry it was so short! Please R&R!