Chapter 17
Jack awoke to the sound of silence. Ear aching silence. He blinked a few times before rising up from his bed made of beanbags. White beanbags. He looked around at his strange surroundings. White walls, white carpet, and a metal door. If Jack hadn't have been watching this room for a week, he would have thought that he'd now died. But because he hadn't, it was obvious to him that he was very much alive, and he was now, very happy. The metal door swung open, revealing a tall, scruffy man, with a very angry looking expression on his face.
"Trevor!" Jack smiled, unfortunately he didn't get quite the friendliest reply as he'd hoped for.
"Why did you fall from the sky?" Trevor demanded. "You're no angel." Jack thought quick on his feet.
"How dare you!" Jack gasped. "Trevor, I don't think my fellow angels will appreciate that talk! I am an angel! I just wanted to meet you in person, you know, to get to know you, instead of just being saved and never really meeting the real Trevor." Jack beamed. 'What am I saying?' he thought 'I hope he's buying it.' Luckily for Jack, he was. Trevor blushed as he left the room.
"Well, the others will be here shortly, you're much more appreciative than they have ever been!" Before Trevor could leave, Jack had an idea.
"Oh, by the way, there's an arrival due within the next two hours!" Jack hinted. Trevor nodded as he shut the door. Jack let out a big sigh of relief as he fell back onto the beanbags. 'Now all I've got to do is tell Martha to act as if she doesn't know me. Then I can work a way out of here in a few days.' Jack thought. He smiled at the thought of what he'd just said.
"Tell Martha…" He repeated aloud, it was only a few weeks ago that he never thought he'd be telling Martha anything ever again! His thoughts were interrupted by the door opening, and 3 hungry people walking in.
"Oh! A new friend!" Christie squealed, running over to Jack. Callum and Ryan strolled over to him, anxious to meet their new roomy.
"Where's Martha?" Jack whispered to them. They all looked as shocked as each other. "Where is she?" He repeated.
"Erm, she's resting, how the hell do you know she's here?" Callum demanded.
"Are you going to help us?" Christie asked, excitedly.
"Please, just take me to her then I'll explain to all of you, okay?" Jack pleaded. Callum nodded.
"She's this way." He said, getting up. Jack followed him through the living room and into the bedroom, where she was laid on her mattress. Jack dived to the ground by Martha's side and held her hand.
"Martha, Martha it's me." He whispered, gently squeezing her hand. He admired her beauty as she lay there peacefully sleeping, something which he hadn't watched her do in a very long time, well not up close anyway. He sat silently, seeing if he could hear the occasional, faint snore that he found so cute. He leant closer. He could hear nothing, apart from very slow, light breathing. She looked so perfect lying there, he couldn't wait and needed to wake her up now so he could hold her again, like he'd wanted to do for over a year, but never got given the chance. He leant down closer to her face, with the motive to kiss her cheek, when a furious Callum pulled him away.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Callum shouted, enraged with jealousy. "Get off Martha, she's mine!" He added. Christie and Ryan sat in shock, never in their months of knowing Callum had they witnessed him acting like this. They'd also no idea of why Callum had said that Martha was his, as she clearly was not.
"What are you talking about?" Ryan questioned. "You know for damn well that Martha's still hung up on dead Jack, just because you fancy the socks of her doesn't mean she feels the same way!" Ryan said bluntly. Callum looked rather hurt at this outburst, and also quite embarrassed that his feelings for Martha had now been shared.
"Well, what gives him the right to swan in here and kiss her either? He's no dead Jack!" Callum argued.
"Oh, but I am." Jack smiled. Christie looked in amazement at him.
"Oh my god!" she squealed, hugging him. "She'll be so happy! I'm so happy! I've heard so much about you!" Jack laughed.
"Thanks. Nice to meet you by the way." He smiled at her as she pulled away.
"And there's that Jack Holden smile!" She said, pointing at him. Jack laughed.
"Now if I have your permission to wake up Marth-" Jack stopped talking and spun around to the sleeping Martha. "Why didn't she wake up!" He demanded. "We were all shouting, and she didn't wake up!" Jack shouted, his voice full of worry.
