It's Happening Again
Chapter 2:
by JamieLynn Black

AN: I am curious as to whether or not there are any Wendy/Jason fics, because now I'm like OBSESSING over FD3. I don't like obsessing, because it gets really annoying for me, but I can't help it. I'm particularly obsessing over Jason. I totally cried when he died. (random question: is it weird to feel this way about a fictious character I so to say knew for less than 30 minutes?) Oh, I just watched FD1 and FD2. Yay! Now I can incorporate at least a little of each into here.

Disclaimer: blah, blah, blah. You know the drill.

Julie's POV

I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep. Apparently, I had. That was good. For once, I got a big chunk of sleep without being awoken by Wendy. Not that I could really blame her, it just got really annoying.

I couldn't decide what to do: take advantage of this great opportunity to sleep in, or check on my sister. I warred within myself. Finally, I came to the conclusion to be a good sister.

What I found was almost...cute...if it hadn't been my sister that I found cuddled up to hottie Kevin Fischer, both of whom were sleeping peacefully on her brown and blue blankets. But, you know, it was my sister. I was inclined to wake her up, but good sister took over...again. Also, I figured, if she was sleeping, so could I.

Wendy's POV

"What's wrong?" Jason asked, the only one catching on that I was freaked out about this ride.

"Um. I was having that feeling like Deja Vu. You know, except for, something that hasn't happened yet," I confessed, feeling more than slightly foolish, having no real reason for being this way.

"Jay. Come on man let's go!" Kevin, who was with Carrie up ahead of us, yelled at Jason.

"Yeah, yeah. Hold on."

Jason looked at me, "What? Are you weirded out by this ride?" I think, is there a downside to having a boyfriend who knows me too well? I smile and look down.

"Hey look I know you. And I'm thinking that maybe you're nervous about this roller coaster because they say that the real fear with these rides, is the feeling of having no control. Everyone imagines stuff when they get scared. But it never turns out to be the way they imagined. Never," Jason softly made my fears vanish. I realized why he was one of the few people who I trusted completely.

"Okay," I said, convinced that anywhere he went, I would be safe. I smiled again, and we kissed.

Then I woke up with Kevin's arms around me.

Kevin's POV

I woke up with a feeling of where-the-hell-am-I, but after discovering Wendy with her arms around me, the events of the night before came quickly into my mind. My arms tightened insstinctively around her. My last words to my best friend Jason was also a promise. That I would take care of Wendy. Now, as Wendy pointed out, that promise was only meant for the roller coaster ride, but I would keep that promise, for both Jason and Wendy's sake, until I died.

I felt a pang in my chest. Thinking about losing Jason and Carrie made me grieve just a little all over again. Grief - it's something you never fully get over.

Then I felt something else - betrayal. I felt like I was betraying Carrie, like I was cheating on her. I know she'll never be alive again, but I had loved her.

Then there's the betrayal of a best friend. I was thinking a lot about Wendy - Jason's girlfriend before the incident. It was like I was stealing his girl.

The feeling was small, but it was nagging.

While pondering my betrayal, Wendy also woke up with a start.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty, how ya feelin'?" I asked casually.

"Good," she said, rather convincingly. I almost believed her.

"Kevin?" Wen asked lightly.

"Hmm?"

"I want to know for sure."

"Know what?" though I knew exactly what.

"These dreams - they're haunting me. I think the worst part is not knowing if I'm just overreacting, or this is a warning that this isn't over yet. I have to know." I knew that look in her eyes. If she told me this, she wanted me to help her. If I said no, she'd go ahead and do it without me. Damn stubbornness.

"I want you there so I can keep an eye on you. And you know there's no use saying no to me, cuz it won't work. So you may as well get ready to go now, you know," she looked up expectedly at me. Damn, she must have been planning this a while. I should have resisted more if it was not well thought-through.

"What is it exactly that you want me to do?"

Wendy's POV

Perfect. Just the words I wanted to hear.

Kevin's words months ago replayed in my brain.

"You're not alone," he said.

"God, I appreciate everyone trying to help, okay? I really do," I replied, rather annoyed, at him and myself.

"No! It's happened before," Kevin explained, "I went online looking for an explanation about - " but I closed my car door on him.

"Wendy!" He wouldn't stop knocking on my window, "Just losten to me, all right?"

I relented. I rolled down the window. "Look, I went online for an explanation about what happened, all right? And I found out about this high school French class from New York. Six years ago, they went on a trip to Paris. When they were boarding, a kid had a vision that the plane was gonna explode. Just like you did. He freaked out, and seven people got off the plane. Just like us. And on take-off, Flight 180 blew up. Everyone who got off of that plane started dying in weird accidents. They died in the order of if they would have stayed on the plane. Unless someone intervenes, then it skips."

Kevin was the first one who put the notion in my mind that this thing was not over long before I could have imagined that it was coming. Now I wanted to know how he knew.

"How did you find out about the other...incidents?"

AN: Like? Suggestions?