Find Me.

Sharpay's feet were aching. She was sure she had enough blisters to last her a life time, but then again, she could put that down to the seven inch heels she was wearing. The price to pay to look good! As soon as she was in the door, she slid the shoes off to inspect the damage. She sighed. As she had expected - blisters. Seven. One for each inch of her heels. Putting her feet back down onto the cold wooden floors, she smiled. It was always nice to get home.

She had worked hard that day. But it was always nice to get home to the comfort and warmth of something you could call your own. Her and Gabriella had moved in there after college, and hadn't thought of moving since. Of course, now that there was a baby on the way, things would change. She suddenly wondered if, after the baby, Gabriella would want her own place. She shook her head; if that was what she wanted, she could do that. But she'd miss her dreadfully.

Leaving her bags and her shoes at the front door, she wandered into the kitchen. Opening the fridge door, she was knocked back as always at the freezing temperatures. She shivered. Grabbing a can of Coke, she turned around.

"Gabriella?" She shouted.

No reply.

Sharpay's brows became one in confusion. "Gabriella? I'm home!"

No answer.

"Are you in?" She shouted again.

No answer.

She shrugged her shoulders. Maybe she was taking a nap. That was plausible. Since she had come home from hospital, Jay had said she could take early maternity leave. Sharpay was thankful, because she was told to rest for the baby, and working wouldn't do that. Yes, she was probably sleeping. Or up painting, like she spent most hours of the day doing, in her studio.

Gabriella had, reluctantly, told her about the situation with Jay. She had listened intently, and them comforted her when she broke down, sobbing and saying 'what if I haven't done the right thing?'. She had reassured her that whatever her heart told her was the right thing. She knew that Gabriella couldn't do through with a relationship, let alone a marriage, with a man that wasn't the one she wanted. And she wanted Troy. Fair enough. Except, how could she like him? How could Gabriella still find room in her heart for Troy, when he left her, leaving her and child behind? True enough, he didn't know about the baby, but still. If it was her, she'd be on the path to forgetting, not trying to find him.

Jay had been so kind to her, all through the pregnancy, and Sharpay found it hard not to think Gabriella should have feelings for him. She'd never met him, not until the day she was called saying Gabriella was in hospital, but after that, after she'd seen him, he was a very attractive man, to say the least. Those piercing green eyes. Lovely hair. She couldn't understand why Gabriella couldn't at least have a little crush on him. But whatever, it was her choice, and she had chosen to keep Troy in her heart. Even though he wasn't in her life.

Downing her can of juice, she put the can in the bucket, then decided to travel up the stairs to find out where Gabriella was. Since Gabriella had become pregnant, Sharpay had taken on the mother figure. Gabriella had lost touch with her mother, she knew, and Sharpay had taken on that job, knowing Gabriella would need some support. When she got to the top of the stairs, she called for her again.

"Gabriella!"

Again, no answer.

She moved her feet in the direction of Gabriella's studio. It was at the very end of her upstairs hall, in a door that you wouldn't see unless you knew it was there. Gabriella liked her painting to be private. She kept her keys in her room where no-one else could find them. In some instances, Sharpay would be allowed to see some of her paintings, and she was always amazed at how great they were. But recently, she'd been hiding what she was painting, saying it was too private.

She knocked on the door. "Gabriella? Are you there?"

No answer.

She tried to open the door, but had no luck - it was locked as usual. She sighed. She had no clue where she was, she just hoped everything was okay and she was safe.

She trudged downheartedly down the stairs, and something caught her eye. She walked towards the front door, and towards the piece of crumpled but flattened paper stuck to the metal frame. She took it down and it read

Shar,

I need to find him.

I need to see him again.

Don't worry.

Gabriella x

She groaned, placing her feet in her shoes and grabbing her bag which held her car keys. She winced as the leather material of her shoes rubbed the newly made blisters. Crumpling the paper into a ball in her hands, she closed her eyes, and counted to ten. Opening them again, she knew where she had to go to find her.

The hospital.

--

When someone waits outside a hospital for almost 6 hours they tend to get crabby, tried and hungry. When it's a pregnant woman, all these needs become bigger than the average human, because of all those hormones travelling around her body. Gabriella was waiting. Waiting for him to come out. Waiting for him to see her, and realise she was waiting for him. Basically just waiting for the impossible to happen. He probably wasn't there, anyways.

She shivered, her jumper already knitted closer than normal to her body, thanks for that large baby bump. Her brown curls whipped around her face in the spring winds, which were slowly getting warmer as the months past. She was aware that she felt angry. She was aware that if she found somewhere to lie down she'd fall asleep immediately. And she was aware that the little one inside her wanted more warmth and more food. But Gabriella just wanted Troy.

Ever since the day that they had saw each other again, she'd spent most of her time trying to find ways to find him. Usually thinking it was a waste of time (she'd never find him again) she just gave up. But then she thought of the obvious. Just go to the place she'd seen him last. That had brought her to the hospital, after throwing her clothes on this morning and running out the door after Sharpay had left for work. That was one of the things she was grateful not to be doing. Working.

So now she sat, on the bench she had been occupying for the last six, maybe more, hours of today. Her eyes had stayed glued to the door. Unable to move them, just in case he left through those doors when she turned away. Her neck was stiff, and she couldn't move her body, because she felt frozen. The sky was becoming darker, and she knew she'd have to make her way home sometime, but really didn't want to leave. Her eye went quickly to her watch and then back to the doors. Sharpay would be home by now, might have seen her note and might be out looking for her. She felt a pang of guilt. She'd not written where she was going. But maybe Sharpay had enough sense to find her here.

Wrapping her arms tightly around her, she settled her tired back onto the bench and began the terrible waiting process again. She'd wait all night if she had to. She'd do anything to find Troy again.

--

"Troy, I think you should stop looking at that now." Jason's voice flew in one ear and out the other. He knew he wasn't getting through to Troy, and that Troy didn't really care what he had to say. He'd been blank for the last month, after he'd seen Gabriella again. He'd got so close, but lost her, and that had taken its toll.

Jason sighed. "Are you listening to me, Troy?"

Troy's eyes didn't move, but his mouth muttered. "Not really."

For the last month, Troy had flung himself into work. And when he wasn't working himself into the ground he found himself looking up that artist website, for another look at that glorious face of hers. His finger moved to the picture on the screen, moving it around, all over her face, trying to trace the memory into his brain, to keep her there forever.

He knew Jason had been talking to him, but he hadn't listened. It was like the only voice he was tuned to now was the sweet sounds of Gabriella, the ones he could remember. All his colleagues would try and talk to him, but that wouldn't help. He'd just stare into the distance, thinking about her shocked face when she saw him through that car window just 4 weeks ago.

She'd looked beautiful. Glowing. Her hair, although it had been messy, still looked perfect in his eyes. The was no imperfections of Gabriella. She was complete. He just wasn't complete without her. One stray tear ran out from the corner of his eyes and down his cheek. He no longer cared if anyone saw him cry. Jason wouldn't mind, he wouldn't judge. He felt Jason's hand pat him on the back.

"Come on Troy, you need to focus on the presentation." His tone was soothing.

Troy's hands moved to push his laptop to the other end of the desk, then his head fell into his hands and the sobs got gradually louder. "I'd quit this if I could have her, Jason. I'd do anything, anything to get her back. I don't care about the presentation, anymore. I only care for her!"

When he looked up again, he didn't have to look far because Jason was kneeling in front of him, a pitying expression on his face. "Troy, you need to snap out of this. I know you saw her, but maybe you'll see her again." He reasoned.

Troy's eyes narrowed. "Ho do you know?"

Jason shrugged, while coming back up to a standing position. "Because, if you love each other, and what you had was real, then you'll find each other again. I can feel it."

Troy slumped further into his chair. "I hope you're right, Jason, I hope you're right."

--

Sharpay felt her feet quicken when she saw her fragile, shaking body. She instinctively knew that Gabriella was crying. The tears were noticeable, and she wondered if Gabriella had been asked by anyone what was wrong. She doubted it. The car park was now nearly deserted.

When she reached her friend she threw her arms around her and let her cry on her shoulder. She felt tears spring to her own eyes. She hated seeing Gabriella like this, so weak. Gabriella clung to her like her was going to vanish. But she wasn't going anywhere.

She kissed Gabriella hair tenderly. "Sweetheart, I think you should come home with me now."

She felt Gabriella shake her head in her shoulder. "I can't… I've got.. to' - sob - '...to… find him. He's… here, Shar' - hiccup - 'I.. can feel it."

Sharpay's hands clasped gently around Gabriella head as she brought her round to look Gabriella in the eye. She nearly gasped. Gabriella was white. Literally. The air was chilling now, nightfall about to consume them. And she knew if Gabriella didn't get home soon she'd faint again.

"Have you eaten today?"

Gabriella shook her head.

Sharpay sighed. "And how long have you been here, honey?"

Gabriella sniffed. "About seven hours."

She brought Gabriella's head back to her shoulder and Sharpay let her cry. She then helped her stand up and clasped her hands around Gabriella's bigger than normal body - but still really weak - for more support. She squeezed her hands. "Let's get you home."

Gabriella was too weak to fight and argue. She just nodded, her head bent, but her eyes still connected with the big white doors. He wasn't there. She'd hoped he was, but he wasn't. She was then dragged to the warmth of Sharpay's pink car.

When they got home, Sharpay let go of Gabriella's hands, letting her go where she wanted. Nothing had been said in the car, it was been silent except for Gabriella's sniffles. Gabriella turned and went up the stairs, and a few seconds later Sharpay heard Gabriella's studio door closed. Sharpay fell onto the couch, feeling the cushions envelope her in an imaginary hug. She hugged one close, hoping that whatever Gabriela was going to do, she could do without hurting or crying.

Then she heard the shouting.

The screaming.

The banging.

She jumped up from the sofa, rushing up the stairs and to the door. She tried to push it open, but it was locked. She banged on the door, but her small attempts weren't heard over the noise Gabriella was making. She heard things crash into walls, Gabriella screaming in protest to her paintings. She could only hear half of the muffles shouts.

"… how dare you…"

"hate… you left…"

"have no idea… hurting… baby… never know its father…."

The shouting and screaming continued, as Sharpay slunk to the floor, leaning her back against the wall. She closed her eyes, imagining the damage. Great. More work to do. But at least Gabriella was getting all her pent up frustration about the situation out. She needed that.

"… you're useless…"

Silence.

"OH CRAP!"

Sharpay's head shot up, her hands making imprints with the pressure on the door. The screaming, and banging stopped abruptly. She heard the lock turn, but the door wasn't opened.

"Sharpay?" Gabriella called.

She pushed the door open, oblivious to the mess, only looking at Gabriella.

Gabriella turned around. "My waters have broke."

A/N; Drama in the next chapter, so look out for that. Sharpay had a bigger part in this chapter, and I liked that too. It was nice to write from someone elses perspective. Thank you for all the amazing reviews. They really mean a lot to me. So can you give me any more for this chapter?

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