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A/N: I just wanted to thank you guys for the support and reviews. I have my exam results tomorrow and I find out whether I go to university or not. For those who don't live in the UK I think it works a little differently when it comes to college applications but basically you sit the exam, the paper gets sent to an examiner on the other side of the country and you have to wait for something like six to nine weeks from when you sit the exam as to whether you actually get into the university you want to go to. So I'm kind of on edge at the moment since the results are coming within the next few hours so... Touch wood. Cross your fingers. Wish me luck. Anything! Seriously, anything would be appreciated! Ha, ha sorry. Anyway I will leave you now with my new chapter. Enjoy!

Untold Feelings

For Totally CRAZY and Hyper

Cassandra stomped in a very un-ladylike manner down the corridor after being directed to her sleeping quarters by her brother who greeted her with a victorious grin. She was still shaking from the confrontation she had with Captain Hawkins so running into her brother was not the sort of thing she needed at that moment in time. She rebuked him with a quick 'thank you' when he pointed her in the right direction (however there was a small voice in her head telling her that she should be careful taking his word for it) and carried on walking. Why men had to be so temperamental and demanding was beyond her and was even wondering whether she was even consider taking up a companion in the future let alone in the future. No matter how scandalous the idea was she idea of having a series of lovers rather than a single grew more appealing the more she thought how Mr- Captain Hawkins infuriated her. He also confused her with regards to the fact that she didn't hate him. How could you not hate someone who also annoyed you so intensely? If this was love she didn't want any more part of it.

She walked into the room slamming the door behind her. She didn't care if she startled Diana or angered Selina or even worse satisfied her by behaving like a child. She was that angry that she didn't care what was going on around her. She gave the apartment a quick glance before turning to the rest of the residents for the next few weeks. It had intricate design on the ceiling with gold panelled windows. It was spacious and white rather than some hideously feminine colour which Cassandra was likely to vomit at. The apartment had three separate rooms and a parlour where Selina and Diana were still sitting. The furniture was what Cassandra believed was fashionable but she wouldn't say she was sure as she never paid attention to such topics. She had better things to think about than what sort of style your chair should be just so you could please those who came to your home. Vases of flowers were dotted about the apartment like little clusters of stars, giving it a delicate and welcoming touch. In the parlour, a vase of red Chrysanthemums mixed with Gardenia sat in the vase with stars of Bethlehem trailing down the side. It hung on Diana's bent head as she sewed like a guardian angel would over a child in distress.

Selina was the first to notice that she had come into the room, Diana was too startled by the sudden sound of her slamming the door to see who it was.

"How was your reunion with Captain Hawkins?" Selina inquired. Cassandra met her amused gaze and shook her head and went into the only room which had unpacked suitcases in it and closed the door behind her.

She leaned her body against the door as she observed her own room which she was sure she had to seek solace from frequently on this trip. She knew that if she became acquainted with her room sooner rather than later the more homely it would seem. There was a window, thank goodness so she would have a beautiful view of the galaxies, stars that they would be flying past. She knew on those nights when she felt that she could have no faith in anything else she was only a few steps away on looking out at something which she knew she could faith in staying true to her. It was a fantasy of hers actually, being able to just look out the window at night and gaze up at the Heavens until the sun returned. She surveyed the room and noticed it was the smallest room out of all three rooms in the apartment which she was sure was the doing of Selina, still this wasn't something which bothered her and was rather glad as well. She hated being in a room which was too big for the amount of people occupying it. It made her feel safe and more at home.

She took the single suitcase she brought and put the few dresses, skirts and shirts which she had brought for the journey into the wardrobe by her bed. She delicately brought out the trousers which she wore on her first voyage she was sure she had grown out of but brought all the same and placed the boots beside the white wardrobe decorated with gold and cherubs. There was a four poster bed which looked like it could situate two children rather than two grown people so it was enough to satisfy Cassandra on her own. The floorboards creaked as if she was in a horror novel which seemed to occupy the attentions of so many young women her age. She rolled her eyes when she caught someone at her school reading the latest Gothic romance as she walked past.

"How do you like your sleeping quarters?" Selina asked in a satisfied voice. Cassandra slowed turned to face her and found her leaning against the door frame with her hand on her hip. Cassandra met her gaze confidently.

"I like them very much thank you." She replied calmly. She glanced around and turned back to unpacking her things. Selina sighed heavily. Cassandra, knowing she was trying to get her to turn back to her, ignored her.

Selina tapped her foot on the floor impatiently and then burst out in an angry voice. "I honestly wonder what goes on in that head of yours because I can never understand why you behave in such a-"

The ship suddenly lurched forward and Selina fell forward and would've fallen to the floor if Cassandra hadn't caught her.

"What was...?"

"That was the ship launching." Cassandra replied dryly and shook her head before turning back to her unpacking.

Cassandra began to wonder why everyone was throwing mixed signals at her lately. Why couldn't people try and be consistent with their feelings. Her most of all. It was bad enough that other people were doing it was making the conflicting emotions battling inside her more explosive when they collided. She didn't know what to feel or how she was supposed to feel about certain things or certain people. First Selina hated her but to express it in a cool manner, now she was shouting at her as if it was some way of helping her with a problem Cassandra refused for Selina to assist her in. Cassandra knew that Selina knew her troubles and the obstacles she face but that there was a way out of it and she had surely acted upon them already. She suspected that this was what vexed Selina more than anything.

Then there was Captain Hawkins. She didn't know where she was going to start when it came to him. Someone who annoyed her but she didn't hate. Someone she couldn't stop thinking and worrying about but always reminded her of her wretchedness. How was it that one man could make her feel like this and confuse her so much? Her of all people. She clenched her fists until her knuckles were white and tried to shake the thoughts of him away but they were plastered in her mind. His bright blue eyes. His perfect, handsome looks. His warm, comforting smile. All the positives seemed to be flooding in rather than the bad memories. Her eyes began to sting with involuntary tears which she quickly wiped away. Selina noticed this brief, slight gesture and stepped forward.

"Cassandra?" Cassandra's eyes shot up in her direction and held her gaze so intensely she almost wanted to knock Selina down with it. She turned away abruptly and returned to her occupation.

Angered by her pride Selina stepped forward, close enough to kiss her. "Cassandra answer me." She demanded in a venomous but desperate voice.

"Please leave me." Cassandra answered in a quiet, curt voice.

"I'm not leaving until you answer me. What's wrong with you? Is it what happened with Diana? If it is you can apologise to her and all will be well."

"It's not about Diana!" She cried. "It's nothing to do with her. Even though she has more troubles than I do which I am sorry for its not her which caused me to feel this way."

Cassandra had tears rolling down her cheeks and her face was drenched with despair. Her voice was husky and weak. She held onto the bed by one hand but she looked like she could still fall to the floor any moment. She had never felt this way before and never thought she would be able to feel so sad over another after the death of her parents. She thought after their deaths there would be no one who could make her feel so distraught. She had felt this way after Helen last saw her but she had a hope that Helen might be able to forgive her one day. Now she felt like all hope had vanished from the world when it came to Captain Hawkins forgiving her.

Selina hadn't known Cassandra her entire life but she knew she was not the one to be crying often. She was more the type to keep her troubles to herself and to hold back the tears. She was always the strong one and now she was the one crying that day rather than Diana. She wasn't sure as to whether she should scold her because of this. She knew that the moment that Cassandra would ever cry it would be when she was in a dire situation. One where the great, strong Cassandra Richardson couldn't face this problem on her own. Even if she couldn't admit that herself.

"Then who is then?"

Cassandra sat down on the bed and shook her head. She wasn't going to tell Selina. However the other girl was determined to get this out of her. Not just to torment her but so she would stop tormenting herself.

"Who is it Cassandra?" She demanded in a stern voice. She took her hand and gripped it tightly. She waited for the blank, still face to make some movement. For her lips to form a word or name.

"Hawkins."

Selina smiled slightly but blinked. "Hawkins? Has he...said something to upset you?"

"No. I mean he did but I think...I think I'm more distressed by how I have treated him." She replied finally.

Selina nodded understandingly and raised her eyebrows. She wasn't the least bit surprised that it was Cassandra also having problems with her love life. Selina knew she liked to put on this independent charade on and this was something which men seemed to be attracted to. However when that independent woman encountered a man she actually cared for she was at a dead end as to how to approach the situation.

Women like Cassandra liked their freedom and didn't want to be tied down by a man so they reacted by trying to seem like they did have any romantic feelings for them at all. They would soon regret it afterwards making them more emotional and their feelings for the man in question intensified. She remembered when Cassandra first introduced him to her and could see there was an attraction or a close relation between the two. She could also tell that the man cared for Cassandra very much but didn't have any intention of chaining her to the ground. He probably loved her sense of freedom more than anything else. When the mousey little girl came running warning her of what happened she knew that Cassandra and Hawkins loved one another. Selina remembered smirking to herself rather than running to her aid. Cassandra needed to start accepting the fact that she didn't have to go things alone.

"What happened?" She asked gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I made him think that I hated him. I just hated how he was reacting to the whole situation with my brother. He wanted to help me but I wanted him to help Helen. My brother hated her and I knew he would throw her out so I asked Captain Hawkins to assist her in her studies of medicine. He was also determined to save me. I never told him the truth of why I always declined until today. It's because I don't want him to degrade himself on my part."

"You think society would look down upon him for what he would do for you?"

"Believe me my brother would arrange his funeral." Cassandra snapped shakily.

Selina tilted her head and smiled sadly. "Still. He would never regret helping you, Cassandra. I'm sure of it."

"I would though."

"Do you have to be so proud Cassandra?" Selina laughed. Cassandra found herself laughing with her and shrugged her shoulders.

"I suppose I can't help it."

Selina laughed and giggled for a little longer until her expression was suddenly solemn. "Do you love him?"

Cassandra was quiet and turned away and thought on this question. This was the question which loomed over her head for years. The one which she dread to confront because once she did she would have to answer it and she didn't want to answer yes or no because of what would follow if whatever answer she gave. Ever since she saw him after their first meeting she always found herself confused, stuck between how she did feel and how she was supposed to feel about him. As a little girl he was just an older person who was kind to her when she was too deep in her sorrow to appreciate it. However since she was fifteen it was something underlying every thought, comment and feeling she had towards him. She never thought about it directly but there was always the possibility that it was true.

"I..."

Selina gave her an expectant look and tried to encourage her to carry on but Cassandra could only ask a question rather than give an answer. A question which Selina didn't full understand unless she could've been able to read Cassandra's thoughts.

"Which would be the right one to take? Yes or No?"