Disclaimer: I own both Daniel and his babysitter. I do not own Stand By Me (I wish) – that belongs to Stephen King (why doesn't he share! cries). I'm not making a profit on this blah blah blah…you guys know the drill by now :P

Author's Notes: Hurrah! I've done so many updates I could poo myself! But that'd be quite messy…so I won't.

My life is going swell my dears. I'm so unbelievably happy once again. Men included…I just can't resist the shexy beasts! I'm addicted! I've also become addicted to MSN Messenger…they call me…the MSN Slut (haha, genius I know).

#Chapter Two - Thunderstorm#

I woke up with a pain in my left cheek, the cheek on my face…not on my bum. Dirty filthy perverts! My eyes opened slowly as I adjusted to the dimly lit room, the TV had been knocked off or something – there was just that fuzzy screen stuff. I could hear the pitter patter of heavy rain against the windows, and I felt sharp pain in my cheek again. I opened my eyes wide to see Daniel sitting on my lap – he had just slapped me the little bugger!

"Daniel! What are you -" I got interrupted by another slap to the face.

"I was trying to wake you up," he looked at me with innocent eyes.

"I was awake the last time," I replied through gritted teeth, those puppy eyes weren't going to work this time. Oh no.

His lips grinned to form an evil smile, "I know." The little bugger, I should have locked him in the wardrobe or something, and pray that he would fall into Narnia, but then his parents wouldn't pay me if I sent Daniel into another dimension, so I better keep the little turd in this world. Poop.

I rubbed my cheek where he had slapped me, "Why were you trying to wake me up?"

I glanced at the TV, we must have fell asleep watching 'Stand By Me', but wouldn't it have gone to the DVD Root Menu? Unless Daniel had flicked it off or something. There was something strange going on, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"Thunderstorm." He said sticking his bottom lip out, that in addition to the puppy eyes made me crack, and I instantly forgave him for slapping me. Damn children and their manipulative ways.

I looked at the clock, it was nearing two o'clock, his parents should have been back by now. My mind grew worried, something was wrong, I could feel it in my gut, I had excellent intuition, and right now it was buzzing.

I stood up, holding Daniel in my arms, and looked around the room, it looked different somehow. A crack of thunder was heard at the exact same time as a flash of lightening appeared at the window, the storm was close and it frightened me as well as Daniel. I felt his small hands grip onto me and he buried his head into the crook of my neck, I held him tightly and looked around the room again. The TV.

Something was wrong with the TV, I walked towards it around the coffee table, managed to stub my toe on one of Daniel's beloved Barbie Dolls. I cursed suddenly and loudly, picked up the doll and threw it to the other side of the room, I heard it hit the wall. But then I heard something else, something that I shouldn't have heard.

A movement upstairs.

Someone was in the house with me and Daniel.

They must have crept in while me and Daniel were asleep, and now they knew we were awake, they'd heard me curse. Rapid footsteps were above me and Daniel and I froze with panic, I felt Daniels grip on me tighten and could feel on my chest his heart beat.

There was only one of them, and they were running now, in the landing, me and Daniel would never get to the door in time. The back door, through the kitchen, I could at least grab a knife as defence. What if we were locked in though? What if the burgular had taken away all the things I could use as a weapon as a precaution? We'd be trapped.

Running down the stairs and I was slowly moving backwards, the burgular was at the bottom of the stairs, something metal in his hand glinted in the light, I saw his eyes looked at me through the eye-holes in his ski-mask.

I stepped back further still and felt my thighs touch the TV screen, I couldn't have prevented what happened next. The burglar marched towards us as the TV was pushed back off it's stand, I was then leaning on air and fell backwards onto the TV, still holding Daniel in my arms.

I felt pain spread through my back, and the warmth of my blood, Daniel had cried out and I could feel his fingers digging into my flesh. I looked up at the ceiling, the burglar came into view, looking down on me.

I only meant to blink, but my eyes wouldn't open again. I was in darkness and I couldn't feel anything, not even my body or the pain in my back.

Then I heard birds chirping merrily, I smelt flowers in a meadow and I felt grass beneath me. I opened my eyes and didn't know where I was, it looked oddly familiar, but I knew I hadn't been there before.

#Author's Notes: Okay, kind of short I'll admit (for me anyway), but I just wanted to update so badly, so hopefully there will be a longer chapter next time. I know it wasn't as 'humor' based as the last chapter, but I couldn't really joke about the situation. More humor next time I promise. Thank you for all your reviews. I know this is a bit different, I don't really know what's going to happened next (well…sort of) but hopefully it'll be good.

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