Unexpected Oasis
Greg and Sara wake up in an unfamiliar situation. Characters are not mine.
Greg yawned, rolling over in his sleep to pull the pillow he often held while he slept closer to him. At least that's what he expected to be holding. Instead, he found himself wondering when his pillow grew arms. And, when it had gotten cold feet, let alone feet at all.
He cracked an eye open and decided that he needed to add another question to that mental list. When did he start sleeping naked next to an equally naked Sara Sidle?
"What is going on…?" he asked himself out loud, immediately regretting doing so as it seemed to induce a throbbing headache. He put a hand to his head, surveying the room that he now knew was not his own.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room he realized this was not Sara's apartment either, as he was pretty sure she didn't live beachfront. Hotel room, he decided.
After debating waking her and deciding against it, trying to prolong whatever life he had left after she discovered their current situation, he pulled on his boxers and jeans, unable to locate his shirt and stepped onto the balcony, overlooking the clear and calm ocean that lay before him, each wave meeting the sandy beach with a quiet tranquility. 'That won't last long…' he thought to himself, and his theory was proven correct when a deafening scream was heard from inside the room.
He rushed back inside, seeing her in the corner of the room, the sheet from the bed wrapped around her. "Greg…?" she asked, apparently rather shocked.
"Morning?" he offered, moving beside her but staying juts out of her reach.
"What is going on?" she asked, panicked.
He took her arm and led her to the balcony. "Apparently, we're on vacation…"
She wheeled around to face him. "What in the hell is going on?" she screamed at him, realizing for herself that it wasn't a good idea.
"I'd suggest not yelling but I think you've figured that out for yourself." He replied.
Sara sat down on the edge of the bed. "What is going on?" she repeated quietly.
Greg sighed. "If I throw out my idea, you'll kill me."
She shot him a glare that would have killed the dead.
Without a word he grabbed her left hand and held up his left hand as well. "If this is any indication," he spun the gold band on his ring finger. "I'd say you've become Mrs. Gregory Sanders."
She blinked several times. "I am going to kill you."
"I figured." He replied.
Short opening chapter. I'll be working pretty much on this and 'A New Day's Dawn' Series. I'll update the other stuff whenever plot bunnies strike so… yeah, and this one will get more interesting. Review!