Aliens in a Spaceship
Summary: Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez hate each other, down to the gut. Ever since kindergarten. He is known as the basketball playing god of the school while she is known as the dancing queen goddess. But when the two are abducted by a notorious serial killer, known as the Grave Digger, who buries his victims alive and asks for a ransom, they must learn to work together in order to survive. Can they overcome hatred for each other to survive? Will they fall in love with each other in the process?
Pairings: Troyella, Chaylor, Zekepay, Ryelsi, and Jartha.
Disclaimer: I do not own HSM in any way, shape, or form and I'm not making anything from this story.
CHAPTER FIVE
Gabriella's mind.
To pass the time, I was trying so hard to find a way to make contact with everyone above to let them know where Troy and I are. The guy who kidnapped Troy and me left us a cell phone with no battery. Typical, isn't it?
I turned around to look at Troy, who had fallen asleep on the backseat of the car and I couldn't help but to watch Troy sleep. The steady rhythm of his chest rising and falling was comforting to me. I wanted to climb over the seat and just stroke his cheek with my hand, trailing his skin with my hand but I'm scared. He'd probably think I'm crazy; I'm supposed to hate him but I just can't help but different about him, he's different then most guys and that's a good thing.
Oh my god; I think I might be falling for him, hard too.
If I'm falling for him, I'm not going to let him down, I refuse to; I'm going to find a way to get us out of here. But how, a cell phone with no battery doesn't exactly help. What can I do, I have no idea. If only Troy was awake, maybe he could help me out.
I looked in the glove compartment of the car, to see if there's anything that can help me with this phone when I saw three bottles of water and a package of saltine crackers. Good, at least we have something to eat. I just want to get out here, what's taking so long for them to find us; it's been about six hours since I woke up.
I turned around when I heard Troy coughing violently. I saw him sitting up on the backseat, rubbing his eyes with his hands. As he coughed violently, I could also tell that he's shaking
I could also tell that he's short on breath, what's wrong with him? "Troy, you ok? What's wrong?" I asked him. I saw him look up at me and when his eyes met mine, I gasped when I saw his face.
He's definitely sick, he's so pale, and he's as white as a ghost. I could also see that his eyes changed colors; instead of being the aqua blue color that I would recognize them to be, they're a grey color. "Gabby, what's wrong with me?" he asked me, I could see how scared he is. It's written all over his face and it's in his eyes.
I climbed over the seat and took a seat next to him. "Look at me" I told him, trying not sound as panicked as I feel. I put my hand on his forehead, just to feel that he's even warmer then it was before. "Troy, you're burning up" I told him
He put his hand on his own forehead, feeling how warm he is. "Gabby" he said as his tore his hand away from his own head. "What's going on; what's wrong with me?" he asked me, sounding as if he's on the verge of tears.
"Troy, calm down" I told him, trying to calm him down. It's not working though; he's freaking out. I did the only thing I could think of doing, I pulled him into a hug. "Sshh, baby boy" oh my god, did I just call him that? He didn't even seem to notice; I think in this kind of situation with the way he's been feeling, he's not thinking much about what I'm calling him. "It's gonna be ok" I tried to soothe him but it's not working so well.
I eventually let go of him and I could see him looking at me. "Just lay down, ok?" I tried to sound as calm as I possibly could; the last thing I want to do is scare him. I helped Troy lay back on the backseat of the car, careful not to hurt him and I started to run my hand through his hair. "Troy, what is bothering you?" I asked him, taking in his complexion and how horrible he looks.
He didn't even look at me; instead, he clutched his head with his hand. "My chest, my head is pounding, every bone in my body hurts" he told me. "What's wrong with me?" he asked me.
How am I going to explain this to him? I've seen this stuff before, my mom is a doctor and I think that's a dead giveaway. Head ache, chest pain, coughing fits, fatigue, chills, weakness, and fever; I know exactly what this is, pneumonia; Troy has pneumonia, could this get any worse?
He looked at my face and he could see how panicked I am. "Gabby, will you just tell me what's wrong with me?" he asked as he broke out into another coughing fit. He tried so hard not to yell at me.
I took his hand and held it in mine before I closed my eyes. "Troy, you have pneumonia" I tried not to sound panicked when I told him. I can only imagine how he feels, he's the sick one here.
"Just relax and try to get some rest, ok?" I begged him as I climbed up to the front seat of the car and grabbed one of the bottles of water before I climbed back over the seat to Troy. If Troy is anything like me, he has to carry a towel on him, probably in his bag, which happens to be on the floor.
I turned back to Troy after I poured some of the water on a clean white towel and I put it on his forehead. "Ahh" he said softly, which made me smile. That must have felt good for him; at least it will help cool him down.
"Does that feel good?" I asked him as I took his hand in mine, stroking my thumb over his knuckles as I ran my other hand up and down his arm, trying to comfort him. I think it's working too because Troy doesn't seem as panicked as he did.
I smiled at him when he looked at me and nodded. I gently placed a kiss on his knuckles. He managed to smile so he must have enjoyed that. "Will you sing to me, Brie?" he asked me. Brie, I love it; no one has ever called me that before.
"Sure, sweetie" I told him as I hummed a familar melody in my head. Troy looked back at me, his eyes focused on mine. I continued to stroke his hair, trying not to touch his feverish forehead as I started to sing to him.
You wanna go,
And as you open up the door,
You change your mind,
I'm not something to leave behind,
You'll never know,
All these things I feel inside,
I want to show, you,
There's nothing out there to find,
I kept running my hand along his arm as he closed his eyes and listened intently to the words of the song. It seemed to calm him down a lot and I couldn't be happier.
Oh baby I, wanna make you see,
there's nothing more to fear,
cause everythings right here,
I moved my hand from his arm to hair, stroking his hair. I refused to go of his hand and I don't think that really bothered him that much.
I'm everything you want,
I'm everything you need,
and every little part of you, is a part of me...
I placed a gentle kiss on his hand again and he smiled softly. He opened his eyes and looked at me; I think that he's happy I'm here to take care of him because he would never have been able to take care of himself in this situation. I think I might be falling in love with my worst enemy.
I'm everything you know,
I'm everywhere you go,
And I hope that you see,
That your everything to me,
Oh yeah,
Everything to me, Yeah,
I looked at Troy as he looked back at me. "Do you really feel that way? I mean, am I everything to you?" he asked me in a raspy voice. "We barely know each other and now, you're practically telling me that you love me" he said. I can't really blame him for asking that; yeah, I don't know much about him but there's something different about him and I want to get to know him better.
"Troy, I'm gonna tell you the truth; I think I might falling in love with you" I mean it too; he's not as bad as I thought he is and he's different then most guys in the school that I dated, which I like.
I looked at Troy and I saw him close his eyes, he must be very tired. I carefully lifted his head up, trying not to wake him. I slowly sat down on the backseat and I carefully placed his head on my lap, he didn't even wake up. I smiled softly at him as I started to dab the towel against his burning forehead while my other hand made it's way through his hair.
As I sat here dabbing at his forehead while he slept, I could help but think that I'm a total idiot. I though that this was a side effect used on him during the abduction but now I know that I was wrong, he has pneumonia. I should have seen that I was wrong; if he dies, that will be on me. I should have known it, I failed him.
I prayed that this doesn't turn into anything more serious and that Troy gets better. That's the only I can do.
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Jack's mind.
Where is Troy, it's not like not to come home. He should have been home a long time but he never showed up and now, I fear that something might have happened to him.
I held my hysterical ex-wife in my arms while our daughter sat in front of us. I know what you're thinking, why is he inviting his ex-wife over if he's divorced? Well, the truth is; she's a great mother, she loves Troy and Amanda so much and always puts them first; I think she deserves to know that Troy never came home last night after he left school, don' you?
Amanda is our oldest child and she's two years older then Troy and usually, she would have been away from home at college but she's home now on spring break. I could see Amanda had worry written all over her face, we're all freaking out. You see, all three of us know that Troy was not feeling good the last time we saw him but he still insisted on going to school, that's just how he is.
"What are we going to do?" I heard Amanda ask Lucille and myself. I don't know what to do; we have to wait at least twenty four hours before we report him missing.
"Amanda, we have to wait twenty fours hours before we report Troy missing" Lucille told her as she held onto me tightly and she buried her face in my shirt.
All of a sudden, we heard the doorbell ring. Amanda got up on her feet and looked at us. "I got it" she said as she made her way to the door.
A few second later, she came back in with Chad and Jason right behind her. "Coach, we have a problem" Chad told me and I could see worry written all over his face. That really freaked me out; does someone want to fill me in on what's happening over here?
"Go ahead Chad" I told him, something is definitely troubling him.
He looked at me and I could see how panicked he is too. "Troy's been kidnapped" he told me. My mouth completely dropped and I started to panic too. What, my son's been kidnapped, am I hearing this right? Who would have done this and for what?
One of my worst nightmares has come true, my son has been kidnapped.
A/N: Well, there you all go, Troy's got pneumonia; is he going to get worse, or is he going to get better? Well, you're all going to have to review to find out that answer to that question. I have the next chapter already written but I'm not going to post it unless I like the review count. The song I used in this chapter is called 'Everything To Me' by Brooke Hogan.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, sorry, I'm just too lazy to type up all of your pennames but you did make me one very happy person
Thanks guys, you're the best. Love ya all lots.
-Kaity xo