Disclaimer: FFX will never be mine.

FDB- So, Jamie's woken up somewhere. I think most of you will know where he is if you've played the game. Let's see what the reviewers have to say.

Xmaster- You will see more of it.

Shadray- Good to see some people like the shit that comes out of my head.

Chapter 2: My once pleasant dreams.

A clear blue sky met my opening eyes. I blinked a couple of times before sitting up. 'This sure as hell ain't New York. Where's the smog?' The sky should have told me right off that I wasn't in the Bronx anymore. Clear and blue. I have never seen a New York sky that was blue. Not to mention the absence of buildings. All I saw were a few crumbling ruins surrounded by tall grass. That's another thing: the tall grass. It was everywhere except for a wide strip that looked like a road. Another thing was the noise. Or lack thereof. Complete silence. Almost like you would find in the country.

Looking around, I spotted what looked like a…giant…chicken poking its nose…beak…whatever through the tall grass. 'Is this what Colonel Sanders dreamt about?' It raised its head and eyed me for a few seconds before it waddled…walked…whatever over to me and…sniffed me, I think. The first thing that stuck out about the bird was its size. The only bird I've seen that size is probably an ostrich. But scratch the idea of me being in a zoo. No cages and ostriches have much smaller heads, and sure as hell ain't yellow. And this thing was canary yellow.

When turned its head, something swung off of its neck and slapped against my face. Reins? If this thing had a bridle and reins, that means that someone had to put them on this giant chicken, and that means civilization. Maybe I could ride this thing and find someone who could answer the one question nagging at me. What the hell? I stood up, brushed the dust off of my pants, and grabbed the reins. My first mistake.

The canaritch…ostrary?...took off running. Since I had a tight grip on the reins, it, of course, took me along for the ride. I was being dragged on my belly down a long, dirt road, and I couldn't decide what to do. If I let go, I save myself from pain and possible embarrassment but lose my ride. If I hang on, I get a ride to possible civilization, but get dragged down a road by an oversized canary. Choices….

Amidst all of the swirling dust, I saw a small group of what I assumed to be people up ahead. I couldn't make out much, it was a blur of yellow, black, white, and blue. And I was heading straight for them.

"Gang way!" I yelled to the blur. They moved to the sides of the road and we, the canaritch and I, passed through the middle of them. The bird turned into the tall grass, and this was a small relief from the sharp rocks cutting me. Except for the sharp blades of grass cutting me.

We eventually got back around to the road, and I saw that the blur was still there. 'That's it. No more mister niceguy,' I though. Flipping around, I dug my heels into the ground. The canaritch slowed a little, giving me enough time to swing onto its back. My second mistake.

Ever been to a rodeo? You seen those bulls that buck off the cowboy in two seconds? This was worse. I can hear it now. 'Jamie got thrown from Sanders' Bane in under two seconds!' Except it wasn't two seconds. More like two minutes. Two minutes with me hanging on for dear life on the back of the world's largest piece of fried chicken.

"Whoa! How do those cowboys put up with this!" I shouted to no one in particular. The one bad thing about this was I didn't have a saddle. I suppose the reins made up for it. All the cowboys get is that little loop. But, the reins weren't enough. I eventually got thrown…right into the blur.

I was airborne for a grand total of three seconds, but in that time, I managed to make out the different blurs. Blonde guy, chick in a dress, goth chick, guy with a red mohawk, guy in a red jacket, and…a blue tiger? What the hell? All we need now are singing midgets and a scarecrow. I didn't have much more time for thought, because I hit the ground, and hard. Dirt does not taste well.

Standing back up, I saw the turkey still standing there. Mocking me. That bastard.

"Your goin down, canary!" I yelled at it. Looking around for some kind of weapon, a stick, a rock, anything, I noticed the guy in the red jacket holding a HUGE friggin sword. That'll work. Grabbing it I raised it as high as I could, screaming at the top of my lungs. I could feel the adrenaline rush through my veins.

A short-lived rush, however. The weight of the sword flipped me over on my back, me lying on the sword. Spotting another one on the blonde, I grabbed it and rushed the canary. This one was much lighter. And blue. And shaped like a fishhook? What the hell? …That question has come up more times than allowed in the space of seven minutes. Something is definitely going on here.

I swung the Fishhook at the canary, but it had moved. Why did I think it would be that easy? If it could drag me all over creation in seven minutes, then it had to be hella fast. Turning to the canary again, I tried to lift the sword for another assault.

Turns out it was stuck. The fishhook end was stuck in the ground, and wouldn't come out. I tried pulling on it, but it wouldn't come free. Pulling harder, my grip slipped and I rolled backwards, right back to the blur group.

By then, I was getting hella pissed. Not even looking, I reached for the goth chicks weapon which turned out to be a…doll. I have to ask. What. The. Hell! Holding it up to my face to get a better look, I could have sworn it kicked me in the chin. What the hell? Again! Tossing it back to the goth, I noticed the tiger holding my favorite weapon: a staff.

I grabbed it immediately. "Perfect," I said. Testing it out, I noticed the small blade on the end. "A little end heavy, though." With that, I placed the blade end on the ground, and, placing my foot on it, snapped it off. My third mistake. Strike three, you're out!

The blue tiger tackled me to the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the canary high tail it. 'There goes dinner.' The tiger just glowered at me, breathing heavily. Not good.

"Fwoo! Two words pal: Tic-Tac," I commented, hoping I had a pack in my pocket.

"Skinny man break Kimahri's spear. Make Kimahri mad," it said in a deep growling voice. Wait…since when do tigers talk? Make that 'what the hell' number six. On a side note, I do believe that he is going to RIP MY THROAT OUT!

"Calm down, Kimahri!"

Looking past my would-be murderer, I saw the girl in the white dress running towards us. Big, blue, and burly stood up and faced the small girl.

"Skinny man insult Kimahri."

"That doesn't mean you get to kill him," she pleaded. Dude, this was the first time anyone has stood up for me. Not since….

"You okay, guy?"

"Huh?" Apparently while White Dress was talking to Big Blue, the rest of them came over to me. Mohawk held his hand out to help me up, and I accepted it. Staring around at the group, I began to notice things. These people, save for White Dress and Redcoat, loved showing flesh. Blondie and Mohawk both had their bare chests showing wearing, and Goth was showing way more cleavage than allowed on PG television. I gues Big Blue didn't really count because he had a shit load of fur. A sharp pain on the back of my head woke me from my trance.

"Ow! What the hell?" I am saying that way too often today.

"No one messes with my sword," Redcoat muttered. As I glared at the old man, Big Blue walked over and stared at me. Crossing his arms, he quietly muttered, "Kimahri…apologize."

I quickly accepted his apology, not wanting to offend him. Mohawk flipped out and started ranting about how insane I was to try and wrangle a 'choky-bow', I believe he called it, without any training.

"That's nice. Oh, by the way. What's a 'choky-bow?"

"Dude, you don't know what a chocobo is? It's that thing you were trying to ride, ya?"

"Listen, I'm not from around here. Hell, I don't even know where 'here' is. Can you help me out?"

"You mean you don't know where you are?" asked Goth.

"No. Last thing I remember was getting sideswiped by a Cadillac, and then there was my little wrestling match with the…uh…cho-co-bo. Other than that, nothing."

"What's a Caddy-lack?" Blondie asked.

"Uh…." I suppose it would make sense. I had never heard of a chocobo, and they had never heard of a Cadillac. This was not my world. No 'what the hell' here. "Forget it."

"Before we confuse each other any further," Redcoat interrupted, "I believe we need to introduce ourselves." This guy was obviously the voice of reason among these lunatics. Turning to me, he introduced himself as Auron. Blondie was Tidus, White Dress was Yuna, Mohawk Wakka, and Goth's name was Lulu. I already knew Big Blue's name: Kimahri.

"I'm Jamie. So, how about we end the confusion. I'll tell my story, then you tell yours." Everyone seemed to agree, so I started at the beginning.

(II)

I finished my story, causing more confusion than it relieved. What struck me as funny was when I described the purple jacket kid, Tidus seemed to look interested. After I heard their story, I thought that maybe he was brought here by the same kid.

"Alrighty. Recap: you guys are going on a pilgrimage to kill this 'Sin' thing, you guys," I said gesturing to everyone except Yuna, "are her guardians," I continued pointing to Yuna, "this place is called Spira, we're on Mi'ihen Highroad, and I just stupidly wrestled a chocobo." Yep, I'm the insane one.

"Yes," Yuna spoke up. It amazes me how little she speaks. "We must defeat Sin, and bring about an era of peace to Spira."

"You wanna become one of Yuna's guardian's?" Wakka asked.

My first impulse was to refuse, but I remembered what the kid told me. 'You'll know them when you see them'. I've seen them, and now I know them. I guess these are the ones that I'm supposed to help. Who knows, maybe if I help them, that kid will send me home. If I'm still alive back home. I mean, not many people survive getting hit by a car, which these people strangely called 'machina'.

"Yuna has to decide that, Wakka," Lulu stepped in. "She has to think about it."

I, of course, already knew the answer. She had to say yes, otherwise that kid had brought me here for nothing. Yuna remained silent for the rest of the trek down the Highroad, and remained silent still when we came to a Travel Agency at the end. When we got there, I flopped down on the grass and stared at the sky.

"You comin inside, bud?" Wakka asked.

"Eventually. Back home, we never had a sky like this." Sitting up, I looked to the horizon. "And we never had a sunset like this. I guess it was because of the pollution caused by the…uh…machina."

"Yeah, machina are no good. They're forbidden by Yevon. That's why I hate the Al Bhed."

"Who are the Al Bhed?"

"A bunch of sand blasted grease monkeys, that's who they are. They love machina, and that goes against the teachings of Yevon, ya? It was because of machina and our vanity that Sin showed up. I heard," he said, sitting next to me, "that if we atone for our sins, Sin will go away. For good! But those blasted Al Bhed and their machina keep defying Yevon. Ya know, it makes me wonder if Sin will ever leave for good."

"Yuna will defeat Sin, Wakka. I know it."

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After resting for the night, we decided to head out for Djose. Lulu told me there was a temple there, and Yuna had to pray for another Aeon. I had seen Yuna summon an Aeon the day before. Ifrit I believe she called it. That. Was. Awesome! If the other Aeons are anywhere near as cool as that, I want to get to Djose ASAP!

Walking from my room to the lobby, I saw Tidus talking to someone. I heard something about him being the owner of the Travel Agency, and his name was Rin.

"Ahh! Someone, help! The chocobos!" someone screamed outside.

"That's our cue," Auron said to Tidus and me.

Rushing outside, we saw something at the chocobo corral. Two tongues, long arms, chocobo blood on its mouth. This thing was uglier than Kimahri. All of the others did their best to take it down, but nothing seemed to work. I would have helped, but all I had was a stick. 'Maybe I should have left the blade on the end.' I tried rushing the thing, but it just knocked me away.

"Next time you try to help," Auron yelled, breathing hard, "actually do something."

"Shut up! I'd be able to do more if I had a better weapon!"

"Excuses…."

I really hate Auron. He thinks he knows everything. They eventually took out the Chocobo Eater, without my help. I plopped down on the ground near that cliff I saw Tidus and Yuna at last night. If that kid wanted me to help these people, why am I so useless?

"You're not useless."

"Huh?" I turned to find Yuna standing there above me. I must have been thinking out loud. She sat down beside me and said, "You're only inexperienced."

"Feh. Try telling that to Auron."

"Why do you care what Sir Auron says? He isn't you. You have a better grasp on your abilities."

She has a point. He doesn't know anything about me. No one knows anything about me for that matter. They only met me yesterday. Why have they warmed up on me so fast? Is it because Tidus isn't from around here, either?

"You said something about a kid telling you to help us. I can understand why you're upset. You feel like you can't. That's why what Sir Auron said is getting to you."

"I suppose so." I felt so uncomfortable being with her like that. A girl actually caring about me. Actually worried about how I feel. I…I'm not used to people actually caring for me outside of my family. It feels weird…actually having someone in my corner.

"Thanks, Yuna."

"Anytime." Standing back up, she walked back over to her friends. I heard them muttering amongst themselves. They're probably talking about ditching me. I can't help them. Hell, if they try to ditch me, I won't stop them.

"You coming?" Yuna shouted. "A guardian can get in big trouble for abandoning their summoner."

What? Me…a guardian? Jumping to my feet, I rushed over, grinning from ear to ear. Me. A guardian. In that moment, something inside me seemed to break. Maybe my feeling of solitude was finally leaving me. Maybe…actually being accepted…changed me.

FDB- This chapter is a little longer than my last one. Hopefully you liked it. Review!