The room around was white. The only thing she could see was white. White.
"Hello?" she asked into the bright white.
"She's awake!" somebody yelled and the black outlines appearing filled in with color.
"Impossible!" another exclaimed.
"What's going on?" she had not a single memory of happened.
"Somebody call her husband!" one of the people in the room said.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Gabriella, I assure you that you will want to hear it from your husband," the doctor smiled, happy to see she was ok.
"Ok," she was confused. Husband?
"Now Gabriella, can you tell me what your mother's name is?"
"Maria," she responded without thought.
"Good. Good," he nodded, "how old are you?"
"Eighteen," Gabriella was wondering where this was going.
"Ok so," he said, "now what is your husband's name?"
"Husband?" Gabriella asked, confused, "I'm only eighteen."
"I see," he raised an eyebrow at the woman.
"I got here as fast as I could!" a man barged into the room, "Is she ok?"
"Have a look yourself," the doctor swayed his head pointedly at Gabriella who was staring at him in concentration.
"Brie…" he breathed.
"Troy?" Gabriella laughed, "Troy Bolton? I feel like I haven't seen you for years!"
"Troy, could you come talk to me in the hall," the doctor signaled him out and closed the door behind him.
"What's wrong with her?" Troy asked worriedly… The only thing he wanted to do was hold her in his arms, but the look on her face made him think twice.
"She thinks she's eighteen Troy," the doctor smiled sadly watching Troy's face turn to devastation, "You need to tell her what's up."
"Ok, I'll try… but we didn't go out until she was nineteen," Troy bit his lip, "That means she doesn't realize we got married or…"
"Just go and try to explain," the doctor nodded to him to go in and he did.
"Gabriella," Troy entered slowly.
"Oh thank goodness you're here!" she exclaimed, "I want to know why I'm here."
"Ok but you have to listen and try and understand," Troy said sadly, trying to think of a way to explain what happened, "Gabriella, you're not eighteen."
"What do you mean?" she was definitely confused.
"You're not eighteen…" he sighed again, "you're thirty-eight."
"I'm thirty-eight?" Gabriella giggled a little.
"Yes," Troy brought a hand to his face and rubbed it.
Gabriella saw his distress and asked, "You're not kidding are you?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not," Troy shook his head.
"What happened Troy?" Gabriella started getting tears in her eyes, "What happened?"
"You've been in a coma for twelve years," his eyes dropped to his hands as he heard her wipe tears away. He wanted to wipe them away… but she never knew they were together, "You were in a car accident when you were twenty-six."
"Why do I think I'm eighteen?" She asked.
"I don't know Brie," Troy shook his head, leaning in and hugging her to his chest like he used to.
"What did I miss from eighteen till now?" she asked.
"Gabriella…" Troy started, "You and I are married."
"M-married!?" Gabriella exclaimed, "How did that happen?!"
"I asked you out on your nineteenth birthday and you refused but soon our friendship was awkward," Troy tried to explain, "so I kept trying until you agreed and we fell in love. We got married when we were twenty-four."
"Now I don't even know my husband?"
"Deep inside I know you do," Troy told her.
"Daddy?" the door opened a little and a younger brunette walked in.
"Hey princess," Troy grinned at her, "What are you doing here?"
"Uncle Chad brought me here," she looked confused, "Why are you here? Who are you?"
"This is Gabriella," Troy explained, "Gabriella this is Javelin, my daughter."
There was something about this young girl that made Gabriella stare and wonder. The small, petite youngster, about fourteen, had tan skin, dark curly locks, and bright blue eyes.
"Who is she daddy?" Javelin asked, confused… Suddenly Gabriella's memories were filled back up with colorful, vivid images.
"Javelin," Gabriella whispered.
"This is-"
"I'm your mother," Gabriella announced boldly.
"Dad?" She looked at him for answers.
Troy looked down at his daughter, nodding.
"I remember everything," Gabriella just stared at her husband and daughter, "Javelin's birth, your proposing, the accident."
"I have a mother?" Javelin asked, clearly confused.
"Yes," Troy nodded smoothly.
She hesitated walking over to her mother but said, "Do you love me?"
"With everything I am," Gabriella's tears kept flowing - she had missed so much.
"What am I supposed to do?" Javelin asked, "I've never had a mother."
"I'm sorry for not being there, but it wasn't my fault," Gabriella tried, "You might not know me but I am part of you."
"How am I supposed to just except that my mother is just suddenly back?" Javelin couldn't stop from crying. She only had distant memories of her mother: small images imprinted into her brain, and quiet tunes that were hummed or sung to her as a baby.
"Java," Troy intervened, "When you were two, she was in an accident."
"What do you mean?" Java asked worriedly.
"She's been in a coma since," Troy put a hand on her back, "It's not her fault, I should have told you."
"Then why didn't you?" Java asked.
"I didn't want you to get your hopes up of meeting her if she'd have died," Troy hugged her, "but she's ok… Java, she will be ok and she will be a wonderful mother."
"Please Java," Gabriella's frail voice broke through, "All I ever wanted in my life was a family… And you two are the only ones. I love you so much."
"I have a mother…" Java's face twisted into a wide smile much like Gabriella's.
"Yes, and she loves you… so much," Gabriella's tearful smile was lengthened.
Java took a step toward her mother and placed her hands on the side of the bed…
"I love you because you're my mother but I know I will soon love you for being my mother," Java wrapped her arms around Gabriella's neck and they cried into each other's hair.
I just really felt like writing this one day and i wanted to make it a story but i decided not to and just write a oneshot... so here it is.
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