More Than One
I'm sorry I always take so long…sometimes it's pure laziness…I'm sorry!
Disclaimer: I don't own whoever I'm writing about…been so long can't remember what this story is about…(I'm sorry!)
Summary: What if Jean had a twin sister and they were separated when they were 8 years old? What has happened to them since? Will they ever find each other again? Jott (Oh right, that's what it's about!)
Thanks to all reviewers who…reviewed and waited! You're the best!
/ Start and End of Flashbacks/Dreams
"I know you'll wake up!" Talking
I know you'll wake up! Thinking
-I know you'll wake up!- Telepathic Talk
"You stupid brat! Get back up!"
The little red head lay still on the floor. Sweat drained from her skin mixing with the blood from her open wounds.
"I can't," she whispered.
"You can't?" His voice rang through the room, across the black walls, reverberating against the one window that opened out onto a grey courtyard covered in shade.
He slapped her across the face, more blood spilled from her lip.
"How old are you again brat?" He took a step towards her.
Jean shrunk back in hesitation.
"Ten," she coughed. She pushed her broken arm against the floor in an attempt to raise herself from the pitiful state she sat in.
"AhhH," she screamed in pain, her lip quivering.
"Disappointing," He took his baton and left the room through the steel door.
Jean stared after him, his FoH badge flashed in her direction, the symbol that plagued her life.
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Jean didn't know how long she'd been in the small black room. She'd tried to keep a record by scratching the days in the wall, but after about a week there she had grown too weak.
I wish my knight in shining armour would come and save me…No tears fell from her eyes. No, Jean had run out of the little droplets that symbolised sadness. But Jean hadn't lost them for that reason.
I wish I could just give up and die…I have nothing to lose…I mean why can't I just drop dead?
A picture of a boy with red sunglasses flashed in her mind.
But I don't even know who he is.
Jean had spent her time in here with her pain, and the belief that the boy existed. She'd paint images in her mind of him in gleaming, silver armour atop a golden white horse. And they'd ride off into the sunset…Jean rolled her eyes.
I can't even remember what a sunset looks like.
She cradled her broken arm and lay back on her side. The pain coursed through her, but she'd forget that in time. Her head fell to the floor peacefully as she'd dream of the boy again. Yet at this exact same time the boy with the sunglasses punched a hole in the side of her little black room.
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Scott watched in a sea of red, the little girl he had found at the FoH main base. He knew she was in a coma, something he'd experienced but didn't really know the possible outcomes.
He'd seen the girl in his dreams and to now be able to touch her and know that she wasn't a figment of his imagination felt amazing.
He brushed his fingers through her hair and smiled.
"I know you'll wake up, you always did in my dream."
He smiled at her and pulled up a chair next to the infirmary bed. He laid his head against hers and held her hand tight.
"I know you'll wake up…you have to!"
A/N: Chapter Four is completed, finally! Hope you liked it! It was a little short I'm sorry! This fic is totally going off plan but who cares it's more fun that way! Trying to decide whether to go back to Elizabeth next chapter or start some Jott…okay answered my own question, Jott all the way!
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