Part 3

Yeah…sorry about the confusing name-thing in the other one. I'll fix it eventually.

Disclaimer: I do not own WA3 and probably never will!

A/N: Doo dee doo…Hey! Long time no see! Thanks for all the reviews! I love reviews! They make me oh so happy! .

Chapter Notes: This is Pt 3 of that random Jet fic that was never supposed to be! Even as I type this, I have no idea what direction I am going to head…so…if it turns out random, or just ends badly, please do not hold it against me!

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It was 4:48 am.

Sobbing in darkness.

There was crying, and cold.

There were two people stirring.

She looked at him. Jet rolled over as if nothing had happened, quickly wiping away the juvenile tears that dare make themselves present.

"What?"

The words severed through the stillness like a blade.

Virginia cringed at his hateful tone, and slowly retreated from his side.

"I'm sorry." She breathed softly, feeling herself flush red. She seated herself back on her bed.

Jet said nothing in return, and the room was silent.

It was cold.

She heard him sigh, and toss uneasily in the darkness. The sheets made a papery sound against his skin.

It was 4:49 am.

It was still dark outside.

She rose again from her bed.

She returned awkwardly to his side, and knew that he was aware of her presence there.

Yet, Jet spoke not a word. He lay, unmoving with his eyes clenched shut, like he was secretly wishing he would just disappear.

Just get away from me.

"I remember, when I was little, I would have terrible nightmares about Goblins eating me. I would cry and scream and kick my feet. But I would always wake up and my mom would be holding me. Then she'd take me by the hand, and we'd go downstairs. She'd make me hot chocolate. Somehow that always made it better."

Virginia giggled.

"Sorry I don't have any hot chocolate."

She kneeled beside him, balancing herself on the dirty floor by placing a hand on his mattress.

Why is she telling me this?

He grumbled and she wavered on her knees.

"I can't understand you with your head in your pillow." She said simply.

"Whatever."

"Actually, I don't understand you at all."

What's that supposed to mean?

"Which is a shame really…"

The two were silent.

"Was it that bad?"

"Was what bad?" murmured Jet clenching his fingers in the sheets.

"That nightmare." remarked Virginia boldly. "It made you cry."

Jet shrugged and Virginia merely continued.

"You were crying the way people cry when no one is there. You were clutching to your stomach and everything."

Jet scoffed, an obvious signal that he wanted to end the conversation.

Yet, she kept talking.

"It must have been horrible, to make you cry like that. You're one of the strongest people I know…It must have been just horrible."

It was 5:03.

It was awkward, and cold.

Darkness consumed the room, and Jet could only whisper in reply:

"It was."

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A/N: I am a horrible person. I am sooooo dreadfully sorry that I haven't updated in forever! Forgive me! Also I am sorry that this one ran a little short…but until I can come up with something for the dream to be…y'know…about, I find myself unable to continue. Sorry sorry sorry!!! On the upside, however, I am taking a writing course, which will give me a good reason to blurb randomly and …well you get the point. I promise that I am going to try to be better about updating!!! Well, until next time!