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Chapter 5

"Regan?" Jamie looked at me curiously as I dragged him, along with the food, down a random corridor. When I thought we were far enough away, I stopped running. Breathing heavily, I sat down on the stone, leaning against the wall. I closed my eyes involuntarily.

After a small clatter, I felt Jamie sit next to me. He took my hand in his, rubbing soothing circles along the back of my hand with his thumb.

I sighed. "Jamie?"

"Yes?"

I opened my eyes to look into his. "I heard Garrett talking with Brennan."

He frowned, obviously confused. "And?"

"They were talking about some girl." I paused. "It sounded like he was in love with her."

"Garrett?"

"No." I said hurriedly. "Brennan."

"Did they say a name?"

I shook my head. "Just 'her' this and 'her' that."

"Someone he met on the run?"

I shrugged. "Maybe."

We sat in silent puzzlement for a few minutes.

Finally, I sighed. "I'm hungry. What does the kitchen have in store for us today?"

He laughed, pulling several food items from behind his back. "Doc went out on a short raid to replenish the medicine supply. He came back with a few perishables." He pulled out an apple, waving his hand around it.

I smiled. "Did you want to be a hand model?"

He handed the apple to me. "I wasn't sure what I wanted to be. I didn't know if I wanted be anything."

I took a bite, my teeth sinking into the juicy flesh. "Me neither."

I held the apple out to him. He seemed surprised by the action but took it anyway. I looked at him curiously as he took a bite.

He swallowed. "What?"

"Why did you-?" I stopped myself. "It doesn't matter."

He handed the apple to me. "No, really. You can tell me."

I took a bite; swallowed, trying to buy some time. For what, I didn't know. "Why were you surprised?"

He licked his lips. "I...wasn't expecting you..." He trailed off.

I rolled my eyes. "Jamie, I am a very complex person. But, I assure you, I'm the farthest from greedy."

He shook his head. "It's not greed I was talking about."

I sighed, knowing immediately what he meant. "We've known each other our whole lives. I don't mind sharing with you." I moved closer wrapping my arms around him. "We deserve each other. Don't you think for one second that I would leave you."

He leaned in about...90% of the way. All I had to do was go the other ten... I burst out laughing.

He looked at me, worried and confused. I put a finger to his lips before he could speak. "Shh." I managed to say through my laughter. "Later."

Still giggling, I pulled him closer, losing myself to passion. I was secretly hoping that he would forget all about what had just happened. I didn't want to explain that it was related to my old obsession: Hitch.


My eyes opened groggily; my ears picking up a faint beeping sound. I took in a deep breath, cringing when the famous hospital smell crept into my nose. How did I get here? My memory temporarily failed me, then it all came rushing back in a wave of confused emotion.

Garrett and I were sneaking around one of the local hospitals, trying to snag some meds for a cut he had received from falling on a rusty piece of metal. We had succeeded in stuffing as much as we could into our mutual pack before they had spotted us. We tried to run but Garrett kept falling back, his wounded leg slowing him down. He ordered me to keep running, to leave him behind. But I couldn't. I couldn't just leave my brother to be taken over by some freakish alien. I managed a glance back at our soon-to-be captors, their flashligts temporarily blinding me. They were closer than I thought they'd be. My heart skipped a beat. I tripped, landing face first on the hard concrete. They caught up to us. Everything went black.

I tried to reposition myself on the uncomfortable bed, only reciving a tidal wave of pain in response. I gasped, biting my lip to keep myself from screaming.

Suddenly, warm hands were at my forehead, as if checking my temperature. I frowned, surprised by the touch; looking upward for the hand's owner. I stared directly at the most purest green eyes I've ever seen.

The hand pulled away and I could see him fully. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I'm Brennan." He said. "You're-"

He was cut off my a loud groan. My head snapped over to face another bed an exact copy of mine only Garrett was lying on it. He looked over at me, our eyes meeting for a breif second before he let out a deafening scream.

"Regan! Regan!" Someone was shaking me. "Regan, wake up!"

My eyes snapped open, my breathing gasping. Cold sweat forced strands of my hair to stick to my cheeks. Jamie was looking at me, worry in his eyes. It quickly vanished, however, only to be replaced by sympathy.

"Shh, Regan. Don't cry." He said soothingly, gently wiping away tears that I hadn't know existed. He hugged me close, burying my face in his chest. "It was just a nightmare. It's okay." He continued his soothing ramble for God knows how long.

I cried for so long and so hard that it surprised me. I barely even knew why I was crying. I knew it was from the terror of the dream but it felt like there was some bigger reason for it. But the reason escaped me.

When I pulled away, looked me over. "All better now?" He asked, a faint smiled decorating his lips.

I nodded. "Yes. Thank you, Jamie."

"Your welcome."

I leaned in, pulling his head closer. Our faces were barely a cenitmeter apart. I closed my eyes, readily awaiting the blissful heat.

Garrett choose that exact moment to walk in our, now mutual, room. "Hey, guys. Are you going to-" He stopped when he saw us.

We jumped apart, the blush covering my face most likely inhabiting his as well. I averted my eyes from either of them while my cheeks cooled.

"Get some breakfast?" He finished rather uncomfortably.

"S-sure." Jamie said, pulling me up onto my feet. I followed him through the entrance, heading toward the kitchen.

Sorry for the abruptness but I'm having some problems and I really wanted to get this out to you guys. Please review! It really helps my brain come up with new ideas.