Story: Why don't you & I

Author: theherbflower

Authors Note: Ok, chapter three begins here! I hope you all will enjoy reading it as much as I love writing it. Lol, without further ado….

Chapter Three: Under Pressure

Playlist: Sound Off ~ Trapt. Bulletproof Heart ~ My Chemical Romance. Issues ~ Escape the fate. Under Pressure~ MCR feat The Used.

Disclaimer: I hereby state that I own nothing of the Harry Potter world other than the love that is mine that I have for it ;P

The cell we were being held in was dark, really dark. By my counting, it should be sometime after dawn due to the faint golden light coming in from the hinges to the trap door above us. There was little light in the room, only enough for me to make out Gwen and nothing more. Whatever the situation was, it wasn't good. We were on the Ackles estate, that much I know, but I don't know where and the only person who does know where we might be is half dead on my lap so… we're screwed. Screwed, blued, and way too tattooed. Shit this was all fucked up, if only we didn't start fighting we could have known! But no we have to act like children and bicker constantly and get ourselves kidnapped by fucking death eaters! This is so messed up. I looked down at the girl laying in my embrace. She had a fever, a very high fever. I'm thinking the dagger I pulled out of Gwen's side when we were first thrown down here in the dungeon was poisoned. Stupid Voldemort! She was shivering violently in my arms and I could feel angry tears well up in my eyes at everything that had gone wrong. She was dying, and I knew it. Hell she knew it before we even started battling against the forces of evil. Beads of sweat were pouring from her face and she was whimpering. I couldn't let her die like this, here in the hole at her own fathers estate. The place where she spent her childhood. I had to do something! Anything! I just didn't know what.

"Sirius?" Gwen choked out up at me. Her eye lids flew back into her skull to reveal pain filled teal eyes that were watery due to the fever and shivers wracking though her body. "Where are we?"

"I don't know. In some dungeon like setting. There is a trap door above us, I can see light through the cracks in the wood."

"Is there a pair of red stairs leading up to the door?" she asked closing her eyes.

"I don't know. I cant see anything. But I know that there are stairs, we were dragged down them." I told her pulling her closer trying to transfer some of my heat to her. "You got hit with a dagger just below you hip. I pulled it out but the wound doesn't look good."

"In my pocket is a lighter." she whispered out. "Back pocket. Left side."

"Alright." I told her before lifting her up to access the pocket. "This is gonna hurt."

Quickly I pulled her up by the waist to reach for her back left pocket, my right. I found the lighter quickly and pulled it out before laying her back down on my lap and covering her up with my cloak. I flicked the lid off of it and struck the flint creating light. Just like she said, there was a pair of red brick stairs leading up to the trap door. I looked down at Gwen who's face was really pale and sick light in the small flame of the lighter. She flipped her eye lids back and looked up at me. She didn't look good. I'd give her maybe an hour longer before death claimed her, and by fucking Merlin, I was not going to let that happen.

"Is there a red stair case leading up to the door?" she repeated her pervious question. "If so than I know how to get out of here." Gwen wheezed out at me. "Set me down and stand up." she instructed me.

"Are you crazy? Your bleeding like a siv! I don't want to move you at all." I told her harshly. "I only managed to just get the bleeding down ten minutes before you woke up."

"Sirius if we do nothing that both of us are going to die. Do you want to get out of this damned dungeon or what? Cause I mean if you want to die by all means do nothing." she snapped at me. "Because I'm already close to death as it is."

"Your not going to die." I told her quickly but softly laying her down on the cold dungeon floor. "What do I do?" I asked her from above, the lighter still cradled lit in my hands.

"Walk over to the wall and count sixteen bricks up from the ground." she instructed me with a cough. "Then count seven bricks over and you should come to a loose brick. Pull it out." she told me with her voice shuddering. "You will find a candle, book of matches, and a key."

"How do you know that?" I asked walking over to the wall ten feet away and counting up from the floor sixteen bricks. "Have you been in here before?"

"Yes." she shuddered again. "When I would get into trouble as a child my father would lock me down here. He said it was more sufficient than a spanking and better than a corner."

"What a sicko." I stated reaching the sixteenth brick and counting seven bricks over. "Why did your mum put up with it?"

"Are you kidding me?" she laughed in a hallow voice. "Like my drugged up mother could do anything. He always had her on some sort of potion that would make her loopy and non existent. She was always up in her room sleeping the drugs off." her voice shuddered again. "Have you got it yet?"

"Yes." I told her pulling out the brick to reveal exactly what she said would be in there. "The candle is here, the book of matches." I reached my hand into the back of the little cubby space only to feel something cloth like and plush in the back. "And a.." I paused pulling out the object in my hand only to reveal a really old and battered stuffed rabbit. "Stuffed rabbit that looks nearly as old as Dumbledore."

"You found Mr. Whiskers?" Gwen asked with a slightly elated voice. "Is it rather small and a dingy brown color?"

I held the lighter closer to the stuffed animal only to be able to tell that it was exactly what she described.

"Yep. Has a carrot in its palm." I told her with a grin. "But I don't see a key."

"Reach you hand to the back and feel around." she instructed me softly. "I think it actually might be under where Mr. Whiskers was."

"Alright." I replied reaching my hand back to the exact spot where I found the rabbit. I felt something metal and cold beneath my palm, I picked it up and pulled it out. It was the key. "Got it!"

"Awesome." she sighed. "Now how to get out of this death eater infested manor is our next conquest." she laughed. "Too bad we can call any other order members. You'd think my uncle would send someone out after we don't show up for our debriefing."

"Never to fear dear sweet Gwendolyn. For I have a solution to that." I grinned practically skipping over to her after closing the lid on the lighter due to the fact that it grew real hot. "The marauders are never without a way of contacting each other. My only problem was the mirror slipped out of my pocket when we were dragged down here. And I had no real light to find it considering the only things I could make out were you. And you." I smiled sitting down next to her. "Here." I handed her the rabbit. "Now. Let me light this here candle." I told her while pulling out a match from the matchbox and striking it before quickly lighting the candle. "Now to find said mirror." I said standing up and walking over to the stair case where I heard it fall. I looked around the floor and seen what I was looking for quickly, although from the impact of it falling from my pocket to the stone ground there was a large crack right through the middle. "James Potter." I demanded of the mirror. In its own magic the glass swirled and revealed the dresser at the Potter home where I could faintly make out James and Lily sleeping in the back ground. "James!" I called out to the mirror close to keep my volume down in case anyone else heard.

"Is it not working?" Gwen asked from the other side of the dungeon.

I quickly walked back over to her and sat down next to her.

"Remus Lupin." I said to the mirror. And again the image swirled only to this time reveal the frantic looking face of Remus Lupin.

"Where the fuck are you two?" he snapped at me. "Moody was just here freaking out because you didn't show up for his debriefing."

"Well mate that's cause we're stuck down in one of the Ackles Estates dungeons. Can you call Moody back?" I asked quickly. "Its urgent. Gwen has been stabbed and I don't think she's gonna make it too much longer."

"Alright. Give me a second." he said before setting his mirror down and disappearing from view.

"What is that?" Gwen asked from besides me. "Can you help me sit up?"

"Sure." I told her before putting my arm around her shoulders and guiding her up. "Here hold on." I told her positioning myself behind her to keep her up. "Feel better?"

"No." she laughed at me. "I feel like crap."

"You know what I mean." I replied to her sternly feeling her relax back into me. "How's the fever going?"

"I'm fine Black." she said with another shudder. "And the fevers going just crappily. Its getting worse."

"Just hold on." I told her before quickly picking up the mirror and holding it out in front of us. "Come on Remus!"

"Hey Sirius?" Gwen asked turning her head to me. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure." I replied looking down at her. "What?"

"If per chance, cause we can discount it, if I die here tell Lilybean she wins." she laughed. "And tell my uncle that I love him."

"Nope." I replied glaring at her. "Cause your not going to die here. I'm gonna get us out of this mess."

"Sirius." she sighed letting her head fall back into my chest. "I am dying. I can feel it."

"No you not." I argued back. "Your not going to die here. I mean really."

I looked back up at the mirror only to see Remus and Moody come into view.

"What happened?" Moody barked at us. "Why did they find you? How did they find you? And what the bloody hell is wrong with you! It took you both this long to call for help?"

"We were over powered Mad-eye." Gwen sighed to the mirror. "What do we do?"

"You sit there for twenty minutes and we will be there busting the doors down to get you out. Is that understood?" he barked at us again. "Don't move until the twenty minutes are up!" he barked with a gruff and stepped out of the frame.

"We'll be there as soon as we can." Remus told us evenly before closing the mirror and rushing away.

I felt another vicious shudder wrack through Gwen's thin tiny body. She was getting clammier by the second and worse, I pray to god or Merlin or who the hell ever that she doesn't die, I cant imagine if. I took the pocket mirror and stuffed it in my cloak pocket that was wrapped around Gwen who now was curling up into me due to the fever. I felt icicles drip down into my stomach and my breathing hitch, she was dying, she'd be lucky to make it to when the calvary arrives. Unconsciously I wrapped my arms around her tightly and dropped my chin onto her forehead. I began to rock her soothingly just as she started to whimper again. This was so wrong. I thought with a growl. How can she die? This girl who drives me nuts more than half the time I'm with her each day was the strongest person I've ever known. She had the nastiest attitude towards me, fought with me on a regular basis, frustrated me more than more than anyone I've ever known, but I couldn't let her die. Another shudder wracked through her and she started to cough again. I reached down to the candle and blew it out, in case anyone were to see. I just kept rocking her slowly.

"Sirius?" she coughed my name out again. "How the hell did we get into this mess in the first place?"

"Fighting, like usual. We always get into some type of trouble while arguing. Remember that time in sixth year when I turned your hair pink and we were screaming at each other in the great hall?" I chuckled at her. "Then we had a full out duel and that poor second year Hufflepuff boy got hit with two hexes at the same time and he grew antlers and a tail."

"I remember." she said softly smiling at me. "McG gave us two weeks detention writing lines."

"And the lines were 'I will not duel in hallways' four hundred times." I laughed grinning at her. "Then that one time when you poured red paint in my hair over Christmas holiday and we got in a wrestling match in the common room."

"Good times right?" she laughed. "I loved the look of horror on your face when you came down the stairs to the boys dormitory shrieking like a terrified school girl. Still have the picture." she smirked. "Lily took it from behind the stairwell, framed it for me."

"That's pretty evil." I told her with a huff. "I cried over that, because you magically charmed the paint to stick for a week and I walked around looking like bozo the clown."

"Its not like you didn't retaliate." she laughed before another wave of shivers wracked though her I pulled her closer and sighed. "You took every under garment out of my trunk and strung it up allover the common room with Gwendolyn Rose's frilly laces in black letters all over them."

I smiled. Now that was a fun prank. Remus and I woke up at the crack of dawn to creep into her room to get all of her knickers and bra's.

"That I did." I grinned. "In fact while doing my victory dance after seeing your horrified face I kept one of those memento's just to remind my self later that I had beaten you."

"You did not beat me!" she snapped with a smile. "And if I remember correct I made you admit to the entirety of Hogwarts that you were gay." she grinned wickedly. "And in love with Moony."

"That went well for me." I smirked at her. "Girls found it hot and wanted to 'change' me."

"Pig." she sighed. "You are such a pig."

"Maybe." I chuckled. "Moony thinks so."

"I always knew there was a reason I loved that boy." she grinned at me. "Always knew just the right things to say to the right people."

"Shut up Ackles."

"Make me Black."

We started to laugh again before another set of shivers took her over.

"You ok?" I asked her worriedly. Her eyelids started to droop which couldn't be a good sign as she was most likely loosing consciousness.

"Uh huh." she mumbled opening her eyes up. "This sucks."

"How so?" I inquired with a smirk. "Couldn't be because of the situation could it?"

"That's only part of the reason why this sucks." she laughed softly. "I promised Lily I'd do her 25 list before I died. She's going to bring me back and kill me for it."

"What's her 25 list?"

"25 stupid things for me to do before I died of old age. That was number one, die of old age." she smiled. "Guess I failed at number one eh?"

"Not just yet."

"Number two was to have my first kiss. Although she made the list up when we were like third years." she closed her eyes as another shiver passed. "Three was to go on a date. Lily always hated the fact that she did the things before me, said she was the shyest person alive, and she still got kissed and had boyfriends." she grinned. "I always foiled her plans."

"Wait." I paused raising my eyebrow. "You've never ever kissed someone or gone on a date?"

"Yup." she nodded slightly before shuddering again. "Used to and still does drive Lily up a wall."

"But why?"

"Because I didn't want to make the same mistakes my mother did. I don't regret not doing those things either, I'm kind of glad I didn't."

"But guys were always asking you out to Hogsmeade."

"And they were always told no."

I smiled at her before rolling my eyes and pulling her closer. I have always liked talking to her, even when we fight. Mostly its cause she looks hot when angry, with her eyes blazing, she had the tendency to pull her hair in frustration when we argued, that was a plus too. How is it possible to care and loath someone at the same time? And just how is I that Gwen can bring out these feelings to where no one else can? Her eyes closed again and I studied her pale face. Her hair was damp from the sweat. I lowered my chin onto the top of her head and sighed. This couldn't be how she dies, I cant imagine it. I doesn't make sense to me at all. Mind-boggles me. With a sigh in inhaled deeply being comforted with an odd aroma of lavender and vanilla, I couldn't accept this. I looked down at my watch to see that five minutes have passed meaning fifteen more. Good sweet god let these fifteen minutes go fast so that I can get her to safety.

"Gwen?" I asked softly listening to her breathe below me. "Can you promise me something?"

She smiled.

"What?"

"After we get out of here and get you healed, you have to go to Hogsmeade with me."

"Are you crazy? Why would I want to go to Hogsmeade with you?" I heard another shiver. "Give me one good reason."

"Because I'm going to get you out of here and not let you die." I told her honestly a half baked plan of dashing around death eaters formed in my mind. "We have fifteen minutes left before Moody told us to move but I don't think you've got that."

"You want to try busting out of here now?" she asked in whisper. "Are you sure?"

"I am." I told her honestly. "But before we do that there's something else I want."

"Of course. It doesn't surprise me that you'd make demands in a situation like this." she sighed. "And what might that be?"

"This." I turned her head towards mine and brushed my lips over hers. I pulled away and laughed at her dazed expression, give it five seconds and it will go completely enraged. Her face turned red which was a nice contrast to see against her clammy texture.

"What the hell was that!" she barked reminded me instantly of her uncle. "Why in the bloody hell did you do that?"

"Because." I laughed at her. "Now if we both die in the midst of my plan of escape you can have one of those 25 things crossed off. And hopefully if we survive two."

"Cheeky bastard." she grumbled at me. "Alright if we're gonna do this, lets get a move on."

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"Alright." Sirius said standing up before reaching down for the key residing next to the out of use candle. "I'm going to go and unlock the door. I'll be back in a second."

With that he walked across the dark room and up the brick staircase to unlock the trap door. I heard the click of the lock being opened at the same time I felt the tremors passing though my body come back. It was unbearably cold and I couldn't fight back the multitude of shivers that passed though me. I felt my teeth chatter and I slammed my eyelids closed trying to block out the pain on my right leg. Count to ten Gwen. I told myself silently. One… oh god. Another wave of tremors passed though me and I bit back a moan. I didn't want to die here. Here of all places. When I was younger my father locked me up in here for hours on end with no light and nothing but the pitch dark of the dungeon for comfort. To this day I have a slight nauseating feeling when I'm in pitch black places, the reminded me of those long ago days as a child where hours seemed endless locked up in this dungeon. I reached down and grabbed Mr. Whiskers the rabbit I got from my uncle when I was six and hugged onto it. I felt a numbness spread out through my body and grab hold of my mind. I felt reality slipping away from me, the pain sliding into nothing less, and blackness give way.

"Ready?" Sirius asked from above me.

I dragged my eyelids open to look up at him.

"Yep." I mumbled my eyelids closing again.

"Hey. Gwen open up your eyes. We're getting out of here."

"Alright." I mumbled again opening my eyes up to see him looking down at me worried. "I don't think I can walk."

"I know." he rolled his eyes hoisting me up to my feet. I winced at the pain in my leg as I stood. "Are you ok?" he asked worriedly at my droopy eyelids. "Come on. Put your arms around my neck."

I complied to the instructions he set me and wrapped my arms around his neck as tight as I could which doesn't seem tight to me, but considering everything is going numb on me it could be loose or tight. He grabbed the back of my knee caps and hoisted up into the air. On instinct I wrapped my legs around his middle and held on for dear life. I could feel the pressure of his arms around my middle holding me on. My head drooped down onto his shoulder and in the crook of his neck. I tried to hold onto reality, I had to. I breathed in and out in an almost relentlessly in pattern. Filling my chest with air and holding it in before blowing it out again. Black's scent was musky, almost canine smelling. I held on to the smell of him and it helped me hold on to reality.

We were moving stealthily through the house now, I could tell my the streams of golden sunlight streaming down onto my face and through my eyelids. I clung tighter onto Sirius and opened my eyes. Everything was moving in slow motion we were in the east hallway just above the dungeons. I looked up to watch behind us just in case any death eaters were to come up from behind. A dark shape moved into my sign of vision just as my eyes went blurry. I squinted really hard at the dark shape and my vision thinned back out into its normal state. But what I was seeing surely couldn't be reality. Maybe I was already passed out and in the realm of dreams. Maybe death had already claimed me because I was sure as all bloody fucking hell that Peter Pettigrew couldn't be in the Estate wearing death eater robes and looking horror struck. That wasn't possible.

…scene…change…

Authors NOTE: CHapTEr three done! Hoot hoot! Gwen discovers the rat faced bastard is evil? Or does she. Stay tuned to find out. This is thf clearing out. -peace

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