A continuation of the Random Jet fic.
A/N: This is dedicated to my dearest friend Betsy, who promptly decided that she does not like subtle romance. So this continuation is dedicated to her! Thanks!
Chapter Notes: As you might have already guessed, I had no intentions of making a counter part to last chapter, but someone ::glances to Betsy suspiciously:: swayed me differently. So let's get this going, ya? Sorry if it seems a little rushed...
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It was 4:03 am.
It was dark.
It was cold.
And Jet was asleep.
Virginia was not.
She watched him from her bed. Jet was tightly wrapped in his blanket, almost like it was a safeguard.
Peculiar.
Why had he woken her up like that?
It was 4:06 am.
Virginia sighed to herself. There was no way she was going to be able to get back to sleep. She sat up and stretched her arms groggily. It had been a long time since she had been up this early. It would be nice to see the sunrise. It had been so ling since she had watched one...
She straightened herself out, rolling her neck around, before she readjusted her pillow. She glanced over to Jet again. His defiant white hair seemed to give the whole room a faint glow. It was almost a relief to see that kind of luminosity in the room.
It was 4:13.
It was cold.
It was still dark.
Liana hummed a tune to herself. She had to be careful to not let her thoughts wander; it was always this time of night that horrible things would slip into one's consciousness.
She peered over to Jet.
4:16 am.
She watched him for what she would have liked to be an eternity. He slept curled up in a ball, which surprised Virginia. He reminded her of her cat. She smiled to herself. She missed her home. She missed her cat. She missed her Aunt, her Uncle. She missed her family, she missed Neil. She sighed again and twirled her loose auburn hair around her finger.
"No..."
Virginia looked over to Jet.
"I'm sorry?" she asked not quite hearing him.
He merely growled and curled tighter into his ball, squeezing his knees to his chest.
'He's dreaming!' thought Liana. She watched him. It was strange watching, she felt like she was hearing his inner most thoughts. She felt like she was prying against her will into some territory she did not belong in, she was...
"Please..." he whimpered.
What was he dreaming?
His eyelids winced in pain.
4:37 am.
Jet was still dreaming. Virginia was starting to get rather worried. It was getting colder as well. She shivered and wrapped the blanket around herself.
Nightmare.
Should she wake him? He was talking fluently and rationally, this certainly was not normal. It sounded like he was carrying on a conversation. She shivered, though not for the frigid air.
"Jet!" she whispered sternly.
He did not respond to her, but rather his hallucinated conversationalist.
"Stop!" he yelled "It won't work!"
She stared at him, taken aback.
"Jet!" she said again. Again, there was no reply for her, just undistinguished mumbled protests for some unknown cause.
She sighed and threw her legs over the bed.
"JET!" she snapped reaching over and shaking his shoulders roughly. His eyes immediately flew open.
For a moment, his eyes were not there at all, they were just a black void. She looked into the emptiness.
Jet blinked and he was again staring up at her with bright lilac orbs.
His breathing was almost like sobbing.
He was shaking.
It was 4:48 am.
And Jet was crying.
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A/N: Okay, that just seemed like a good place to stop! I guess I'll hafta continue some other time, for I am way too tired at the moment to possibly persist. When you read this, sorry Betsy! I'm apologize to everyone again for any possible confusion! I'll finish it another day. But right now ::yawns:: I hafta sleep. Sorry guys, err gals...err ya'll. Sorry ya'll! Please R&R.
