It's Raining
A/N: Janet-and-Brad centered chapter. It continues their journey through her and Brad's long drive from the wedding.
Disclaimer: Nothing is original. I don't pretend to own a thing. Don't sue, por favor.
The skies were sunny as Brad and Janet drove through the Denton streets and past the studios of DTV. A billboard stood by the side of the road- "It's Gotta Be DTV!". "Doctor Scott will be so happy to hear we're engaged, won't he, darling?" Janet beamed as she looked at her new engagement ring. Brad adjusted his glasses and chuckled. "Oh, yes, Janet, Dr. Scott will be happy about our engagement. I'm going to ask him to be a guest at the wedding- after all, we did meet in his class." Janet smiled and looked around- the blue station wagon turned onto Vale Forest Road, just inside Denton borders. The couple didn't even notice the solemn looking castle on the other side of the forest, looming above the trees. "Oh, my darling, the sky's going grey, and it's beginning to rain. I hope it doesn't get any worse..." As the road turned, the rain came more and more heavily. As Brad turned the car around the last bend, there was a sudden bang, interrupting the quiet hum of the radio.
"What was that bang?" Janet asked, eyes big as saucers. Brad put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We must have a blowout." He slammed one hand on the dashboard. "Dammit! I knew I should've gotten that spare tire fixed!" Janet again looked around and said, "What are you going to do? We're in the middle of nowhere!" An idea suddenly popped into Brad's mind. "...Didn't we pass a castle a few miles back? Maybe they have a phone we might use." Janet thought for a second and replied, "I'm coming with you." Brad sighed, "Stay in the car, there's no sense in the both of us getting wet." Janet countered. "The owner of that castle might be a beautiful woman, and you might never come back again." (Little did they know that their future host did make a beautiful woman...)
The couple clamored through the forests until the old grey castle appeared, there before them, as big as life. A branch tore through Janet's stocking, and she suddenly jumped, surprised. Two giddy voices became louder as the two neared the castle doors. "It's all in the shed." A female voice replied, "In yer shed?" They (the people inside) sounded completely drunk. After all, what else was there to do on a long November evening besides have a little fun? "Oh, what a good idea, In yer shed. Genius." They laughed, but abruptly stopped as Brad rang the doorbell. The door opened. A set of fingers peeped out, followed by one of the gauntest faces Janet or Brad had ever seen. The lightning accentuated the pink under the man's eyes. Without blinking, he spoke. "Hello..."
