26th July 2013 Friday

Day 207

Thanks everyone for the congrats; let's hope I can make it to 300 days! Actually, I just found out today that one of my uni courses is going to have a little "camping trip", but I'll find out the dates for that early, pre-write the chapter and you'll get a multiple dose before I leave. Hah, I beat the system!

Disclaimer: Everything I own is not part of Dex Hamilton.

Tomorrow was the day.

The day that Jenny both longed for and feared.

The day that followed a number of red crosses on her calendar as she counted down to the big red circle that represented her wedding day.

Yes, she was to marry Zap tomorrow, in a big fancy reception hall in front of God knows how many people that Jane and Bream invited. Truth be told, the clone was terrified, and the only thing she could do to comfort herself was fidget with her fingers, an act that certainly did not go unnoticed by the frog girl.

"Are you ok Jenny?" she asked softly, looking over to the clone's seat. Jane believed that in her 'slightly freaking out' condition, Jenny should not be operating heavy machinery, so in this rare occasion, the mother was piloting the ship. Zap and the other boys were to join them at their destination in another craft.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," she inhaled a deep breath, knuckles turning white as she gripped the seat below her. Bream quickly unbuckled from her spot.

"Maybe you'll feel better if you lay down for a while," Bream soothed, gently holding on to Jenny's shoulders. The clone nodded numbly before allowing her friend to lead her to the infirmary.

She wasn't sure how long she had been lying there, the only thing the engineer knew was the number of rivets on the ceiling in the infirmary. The ship rattled its all too familiar rattle, letting everyone on board know that they had landed. Jane entered the room, placing her hand on Jenny's forehead in her comforting, motherly fashion.

"How are you feeling?" she questioned with concern as the clone begrudgingly pulled herself up.

"I'm feeling better," she lied through her teeth, ignoring the horrid butterflies that were squirming about uncomfortably in her stomach. "I might need a drink though."

"Sure," she replied calmly, strolling towards the door. "But first, we need to get everything out of the ship and in to the dressing room."

"How much stuff did we need to bring exactly?" Jenny screeched as she hauled another heavy bag on to the hover dolly. Jane smiled sweetly as she carried her own bags to the cart, pushing it down the hatch doorway and out on to the green field.

"You do remember my wedding day, right?" she asked cockily, walking up to the manor house. Jenny and Bream followed behind her, the clone trying to ignore the fact that this wasn't exactly where she pictured getting married. "Trust me, we'll need everything, and I also have back-up's of everything."

"Yeah," Jenny droned sarcastically. This is going to be a long weekend.

"Don't worry Jenny," for some reason, Bream's voice was always so comforting. "Soon you'll be married to Zap, and nothing else in the world will matter."

The clone stared blankly ahead as the group approached the manor house, feeling dread and absolute fear envelope her.

"So, this is where we're staying for the night," Jane gestured around the beautiful room adorned in gold detail. Jenny practically turned her nose up at everything she saw. "So we may as well get settled."

"Ahuh," she mumbled, only to appease the older woman. She jutted her thumb towards the door. "I'm going to go and get that drink."

Before any debate could arise, Jenny had slid the door shut and rested her back on it. Anxiety filled her throat, and tears threatened to fall as she took shaking steps forward.

'I gotta get out of here.'

Trust me it'll make sense, they always do. And no panicking, you'll love it! R&R!