A/N - So yeah, I know this was going to be a one-shot, but I couldn't leave it like that! Not sure exactly where I'm going with this but it'll be good! ENJOY!
James woke up later than usual the next morning. As he sat up and yawned, the memories from last night came flooding back. He couldn't stop the smile forming on his face that resulted from thinkng of Sarah. As he dangled his feet off the edge of the bed he could already smell breakfast being cooked. Eggs he guessed by the sent that reached his nose.
As he worked his way towards the food he suddenly remembered his dream. The dream of Sarah trapped in the print shop by the flames from a lightning storm. He cringed in remembrance, for lightning was something James dispised with a passion. It was the only reason he was an orphan, which fueled his hatred even more.
He stepped in the kitchen to see Moses and Sarah hard at work, and Henri sitting at the table. One look at Sarah and James' stomach felt as if a dozen butterflies had just hatched in his body and were now trying to find a way out.
"Zhere you are, Zames!" Henri spoke, his heavy accent sluring James' name. "We thought you were never going to wake up!" Moses and Sarah now turned from their cooking to question him.
"Yes, James, we were worried." Sarah scolded. James gave a half grin/half scowl. He knew that she was only saying that to get him angry, but deep down he wished that she really had been concerned about him. He wished she had meant those words for him, and not just for him.
James noticed how her long, red hair was neatly combed and pulled back into a ponytail. It was in the same style as every other day, but to James, it looked like she had the hair of an angel. And her eyes, boy were they gorgous. A beautiful emerald green that shinned like nothing else. He also saw the chain a locket around her neck. It was the one he had given her, made from his deceased mothers ring. He loved to see her wear it, because it made him feel as if he did the right thing in giving it to her. Not to mention that it added to her beauty.
Come on, James, snap out of it, he told himself. This was making him crazy. On top of it all, that dream was haunting him, and it was taking its toll on his energy. He must have looked like a dead man walking, because Henri gave him a funny look.
"Zames, are you okay?" Henri asked, "You look dead to the world." For once, James couldn't egnore Henri's question. His young boyish face held feelings of worry for his friend.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just... had a bad dream, that's all." As he finished speaking he sat down in a chair and rubbed his eyes.
"What was the dream about?" Henri asked innocently. James had an instant flashback of the dream as clear as crystal: Sarah standing in the print shop... the shop covered in flames... James standing in the street horrified at the sight. He shook himself of the memory.
"Uh... just a lightning storm, that's all." James replied, his hands starting to sweat from the anxiety. Moses looked him in the eye, and he could tell how upset James was. He, unlike Henri, knew how much his parent's death affected James.
"It was just a dream, James." Moses said, trying to be reassuring. He gave James a look that said 'it'll be fine, don't worry about it'. "Now eat up, everyone. We've got a big day ahead of us. Ben Franklin's ship is returning shortly and Henri and I are going to meet him." As he spoke he passed out the food to the three teens.
"What about me?" James asked, his mouth full of food. Sarah glared at him for his ungentleman-like conduct, and he just shrugged; He was hungry.
"You and Sarah need to finish the articles you started yesterday. They have to be done today, preferably before Ben comes back." James swallowd the mouthful of food he was chewing. He would have to work with Sarah. Alone. In the shop. Without Henri or Moses. Great, he thought.