Time: 7:29 PM
o_O Ummm... hello world. Where have I been? Basically dead. It's been...okay, there's no excuse for why I was gone for so long. :( I'm just a failure. School consumes me, and a wonderful opportunity and experience this summer, and then...word of advice for everyone...relationships SUCK. Don't get into them. End of story. Stay single as long as you can, haha, and save yourself the heartbreak for as long as you can. Unless, you like that sort of thing. Then love, love, L.O.V.E.
Anyways, I sort of forgot my plot line for this story. Haha...oops. :( So, after LOTS of persuading and nudging from the lovely Katia11, I sat down and resurrected my plot line. lol. And Athenafrodite for having so much faith in me and my horrible and pathetic so-called writing skills. Both of you are saints, and this chapter goes out to you. ;)
So, despite my lack of luck with romance, and my current disregard for all of it, I still want to continue to write J/C romance. Oh-yeah (a little Vector here, XD )
So, here we go...hopefully it won't be as long to get another chapter up.
Disclaimer: Jimmy Neutron is not owned by me...in this world. XD
The world was spinning. No wait, that was my head. My mind was spinning out of control, I couldn't focus on what was going on right in front of me. Cindy, knock it off! He's freakin' kissing you! You aren't supposed to think!
He pulled away momentarily, his hot breath bouncing off my lips. Those few moments in between, microseconds really, felt like a lifetime. And during the time, my mind vanished of all earlier thoughts. But, once his lips met mine again, the fiery warmth spread from my heart to my lips as his kiss was almost demanding, desperate even.
But after exchanging words with 'older' Sheen just a few minutes ago, things started swarming my mind, things I wanted to push away, but couldn't. Had Jimmy experimented on me?
Using all my force, which might I remind you is weak from my past torture, I pushed him away from me, despite how my lips protested and continued to tingle. That's when I punched him.
His head barely swiveled, but his eyes did get wide. Oh did they get wide with confusion.
My hands flew to his face, which was slightly red, "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me! I'msosorrysosorrysosorry!"
He pulled away from my grip, his eyes searching my face, danger painted around the outsides. "Natural instinct," he mumbled, and rubbed his face. His beautiful face. That I had punched.
Things couldn't get any better could they?
I looked to my right, feeling slightly embarrassed by my behavior and not sure what to say next. I was also trying to keep my legs in check, seeing as my energy was running out, and I was afraid he was going to see through my tough-girl act anytime soon. Leaning up against the wall casually, I decided not to broach the subject of the kiss, when in reality I wanted to pull him against me and do it all over again. I also tried not to let on that my head was still spinning with excitement and hormones which really should be checked out by a physician.
"So," I mumbled incoherently, "Why are you up here?"
He looked at me like I'd grown a second head. "Why am I up here? Why are you up here Cindy? I wake up to an annoying humming noise, and find you missing. You don't ever listen to instructions do you? And…" he sighed heavily, and leaned towards me, putting his arm under my armpits and shoveling some of my weight to him, "You're too weak to be walking off to unknown places by yourself. I searched the entire ship for you. What in the world are you doing all the way up here?"
His musky scent wafted over me, and I wished for the umpteenth time that I hadn't ended the kiss so quickly. The kiss had woken up something in me…something, I felt like I had been wanting for quite a while now…could it be possible that I had feelings for Neutron before I was captured? He was now walking me down the hallway, past people who were still sleeping, and some who were groggily waking up.
"I was uhh…well…" How was I supposed to explain that I had come up here out of being controlled and called by Sheen, apparently our former friend from years ago. The same Sheen, by the way, that used to pee his pants whenever the Ultra Lord show came on.
Then it hit me. "Wait," I pulled him to a stop, and he glared down at me.
Looking up at him, I caught his gaze, "You heard a humming noise?"
His eyes narrowed, "That's what I said isn't it? Why are you changing the subject Vortex? You can't talk yourself out of this one mind you. I'm seriously going to have to put you under lockdown until you get better."
His voice was bitter now, the softness from the past few days having vanished. Realization sunk in that I probably caused this, once again. I had ended the kiss, and punched him no less; he had every right in the universe to hate me, and treat me like dirt.
But there was still something I couldn't understand. How could he have heard the humming noise as well? Sheen had said that I was the only one with powers, and therefore the only one who could stay awake during the humming noise. How was he able to?
I waved my hand in a pitiful excuse to act haughty. "Don't do that." Then I looked carefully at him, as if staring at him intently would give me answers to all the questions I had been asking since I was rescued.
His eyes seemed to be in a permanent "V" now. "What?" He asked gruffly, looking our the corner of his eye at me, his strong hand still roughly pulling me along.
"Never mind," I answered hotly, and turned my nose upwards, a gesture that seemed familiar. Apparently he thought so too, since he rolled his eyes at me, and the tiniest of smiles pulled at the corner of his mouth.
I just had to figure out a way to search around Jimmy's lab. I just had to! Jimmy had roughly directed me to the comfy chair, and went back to doing whatever he had been doing before he fell asleep; no doubt trying to fix the mess I was in.
Meanwhile, I was thoroughly inspecting my fingernails, and cuticles, and all the little dents and grooves that were etched into my digits. My fingers were just as complicated as all the troubles I was stuck in! I could count on one hand all the people I knew: Jimmy, that woman names Libby, Carl, Sheen, and the psychiatrist. Sighing, I lowered my hand and grumpily stared at the back of Jimmy. In my mind, I willed him to leave so I could do some snooping.
Leave. I ordered with my mind. Leave!
He turned around and looked at me quizzically. "Did you say something?"
I was so flustered, it took all my willpower to close my hanging mouth and give a reply. "N-No!"
He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his computer screen tablet thing in front of him.
I sighed heavily again and looked at the digital clock he had on the metal wall. Could there even be time in space? No, there couldn't be….but yet he had time here, probably to keep up with earth for when we did arrive again. I sure hoped Sheen was going by the same time, considering he would show up after 11:47 if I wasn't aboard his ship, which I'm sure I wasn't going to be. People couldn't teleport. Sheen was a loon.
I had a plan.
Perking up, I smiled. Pulling myself out of my chair and wobbling on my weary legs once again, I started for the door.
I didn't even hear his footsteps behind me, but I could feel his presence. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice was stern, and protective….and hott.
"I'm hungry," I announced haughtily, not daring to turn around.
"You don't know where the kitchen is," he said, making a statement.
"So?" I challenged, "I'm sure it's not that difficult to find."
"You're not leaving this lab again," he challenged, his voice taking a daring tone.
Finally, I turned around and looked up into his eyes, his striking blue eyes that I would not allow to affect me right now. "Then would you go get me something?"
He pursed his lips. His eyes momentarily flickered down to my mouth and then up again in a heartbeat. Yes, a heartbeat, since mine seemed to have picked up during that small moment he flickered.
"Fine," he said gruffly, "But I'm locking you in here so that you can't leave."
"That's fine," I purred softly. Exactly what I want you to do.
He gave me a strange look at my purring, and shrugged on a coat from nearby. He was instantly out the door, and I heard the heavy metal slide into place. Waiting a few moments, I listened as quietly as I could. I couldn't hear anything, but then again, my hearing has always been on the sad side. I shrugged and decided to give it a go. Whirling around, my eyes flickered over objects and boxes and cabinets of steel. Where would information be! Could it be in the computer?
I briskly walked over and stared at the foreign keypad. Symbols were in order rather than letters. Great. That's not going to work. Thanks Neutron.
Twirling around once again, I roamed among the shelves and opened cabinets and moved junk around. I don't even have an idea for what I'm looking for! Frustrated, I growled angrily to myself. My temper was rising, and my palms were itchy once again, strangely enough. I rubbed them furiously on my jeans and kept searching. If Neutron walked in on me now, I was out of luck. Suddenly, off the left, near where he was working, there was a box on the ground; the same one that Jimmy had shown me to try to get me to remember stuff.
Falling to the floor, I grabbed the box greedily and brought it to me. Inside were the photos and lots of papers I had overlooked earlier. Well, I wasn't about to overlook them now.
Pulling out crumpled papers, it showed tickets and receipts to places I hadn't ever heard of, but each one said ticket for "2". I threw them aside. The next bunch showed equations and messes of scribbles that looked like junk to me. Seriously, there were pages and pages of them! Was something like this supposed to make me remember? Gee whiz. I threw them aside too.
In the middle of the pile, there was a bound, small book shaped thing. Plucking it out, I opened to the first page. It looked like a journal of some sort, with small, elegant handwriting. I stared at it closer. It looked as if written by a woman, somewhat familiar, I suppose.
June 8, XXXX
I offered my body to science today. To help Neutron of all people; never thought I would hear myself say those words. Yeesh. He said he's going to conquer great things, but I'll never admit it even if he does. He says I should keep a journal of the experiments done on me, and my emotions and thoughts on the matter. This thing will probably be only an eighth of the way filled before he kills me.
The date was dated four years ago, if I was correct with the year. Biting my lower lip, I flipped a few more pages, my eyes eagerly searching for anything with the words experiment orteleporting. There!
January 13, XXXX
It's been a month since his breakthrough and I'm still getting used to the way my body feels. At times I feel all tingly, and when I touch certain materials, I get an electric shock through my entire body. But I welcome that to the pain from when he makes me teleport from one side of the room to another. I sort of fear the day he tests me to see just how many times I can teleport before I collapse.
My body is weak for the pressure of the particles separating and then combining again. And sometimes I can't eat for a few days because I can't keep anything in my stomach. I haven't seen sunlight, or had fresh air for three weeks, Neutron being afraid that I could catch some sort of cold and then damage my immune system, sending my body into an even greater state of confusion and possibly death. I told him I'm stronger than that, and in fact I'm stronger than the forces of nature keeping me in one place, but he just rolled his eyes at me. He'll soon see though.
February 14, XXXX
Valentines Day. Whoop-dee-doo. Not like I'm doing anything anyways.
I fled the lab today, finally gone insane from being cooped up, and teleporting was my only option, considering he locked me in. My body almost didn't materialize correctly, and even though I could see the smug look of "I told you so" in Neutrons eyes, he didn't say anything. The pain was so sudden and fierce, I thought I was going to have a panic attack, but there Neutron was to calm me down once again.
Early today, I walked into the main lab, from the makeshift room he had made me in a hallway that branched off, and he was arguing to someone in a strange language I had yet to decipher. I've heard him talk to these people a few times, over his intercom system, but never arguing with them. I poked my head in, just as he threw his coffee mug to the ground and shouted angrily at them in jibberish. My eyes trailed to the main screen, where a strange, elegant creature he was talking to appeared on the screen. Their eyes caught mine, and then flickered angrily to Neutron and yelled at him, and suddenly the screen went black. He turned on me, his face red from anger, and glared at me, not saying anything but stalking out of the lab and to the above ground.
This wasn't helping me at all! I needed to find the secret behind this teleportation stuff, since this journal claimed it was real. Flipping through a few more, I found something in March that caught my eye.
March 7, XXXX
I think I've gotten the hang of all this teleportation stuff. And being outside is wonderful again! It's like long awaited candy, and I can't seem to get enough of it!
Emotions are the key. I'm not telling Neutron yet, but he'll probably figure it out sooner or later. My teleportation is at its peak whenever I'm truly emotional. Anger fuels it pretty good, but then again, my secret hott passion and lust triggers it unwanting-ly as well. I've got to learn to keep my emotions under check! Anyways, if I don't concentrate on what I'm teleporting to, or where I want to end up, I could possibly end up ANYWHERE! Sure, my subconscious has stood in thankfully every once in a while, but when Neutron's back is turned, sometimes I find myself picturing myself in Hawaii or the Alps, and *poof* there I am. And I have to scramble to get back to the lab before Neutron explodes on me. It's only happened a few times. But the worst that happened still was three and half weeks ago. Remember? When I was too weak to get back and almost didn't survive in that cold weather? Yeah, that was bad. Since then, I've been SUPER careful to not do it when Neutron's around….
I heard the familiar sounds of Neutron's hand scanner reading his hand, and I scrambled around, putting stuff back in the box, and shoving the journal under my shirt and flinging myself into the chair, just in time too, since he came in as I was straightening my shirt, disguising the book.
He stopped short and stared at me. I could feel the back of my neck heat up, and jerked my chin at him. He knows something's up.
"What?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound angry, and not flustered from being caught. "Did you get my food?"
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Yes, but I only got something light, since dinner is only an hour away." He glanced behind him and then back at me. "Did you move around?"
I glanced up at him innocently, "Yes, but only to stretch my legs and move around." When he gave me a look, I fluttered my eyes at him, "I didn't touch anything. Who do you take me for?" The lie was bitter on my tongue, but it came out easy enough.
He dropped the food bag in my lap, "I take you for Cindy Vortex. Someone who still eludes me." And with that, he turned, shrugged off his coat, and went back to his work while I munched on a sandwich, the thin book lying heavy on my stomach.
