A.N.: Here's chapter two. No warnings really but fluff! So excited about this sequel!
Chapter 2- Awakenings
Sera
I was pretty out of whack when I got up. I'm pretty sure I had no idea who I was for a second. Then it all sort of came in a rush. I was off the hellhole, on a ship headed God knew where. The lights that surrounded me were bright. I blinked. No good, still bright lights.
Shit.
Well, it was worth a try. As my eyes cleared, I saw someone beside me. His golden hair was neat and it looked like he had showered and changed his clothes. He went from the saggy worn t-shirt and jeans with a hole in them to a black pressed shirt and matching jeans. The golden hair he had was combed to one side. He must be an angel, or something supernaturally beautiful.
"Jack,' his name came to me after a second as my still foggy mind started to clear up.
"Hey sleepy head."
"What's up?' I was going to ask what had happened, but then I realized I didn't really care.
'Well, we've got a ceiling, lights, and vents above you," he offered.
I gave him a dirty look, "Ha-ha. Anyway, let me rephrase: what's going on here?' Scratch that, I did want to know. I sat up and looked around. The lights were dimmed above me and I looked to be lying on a bed with red covers under me. I saw a closet off to my left and a bathroom door to my right. I turned my head to find my new Thunderbolt phone on the nightstand. It lit up and said I had a text from Mum.
Mum!
Want to hear about my mum? Yeah? Okay, well her name is Flo. It's Italian, just like she is. My mum looks like me, but I think she has a softer look to her face than me. Her hair is shorter than mine and she has tons of freckles. Anyway, my mum is the person I'm closest to in the world. Guess who's second. I read the message, it said: so glad you're safe honey.
I smiled and replied: I miss you. I'll call tonight.
Just as that sent, I went to my bathroom on shaky legs. Jack sat on my bed like a marble statue, all though he was trying to make funky faces at me. I snickered as I closed the door. I walked to the full body mirror I found near the shower. I was wearing a hospital-like white gown. My hair looked like a squirrel had settled in it. That fact alone drove me to start the shower.
Never has a shower felt so good I thought as I stepped into my robe after finally getting the courage to turn off the hot water. I had my hair drying in a towel. I rummaged through the cabinets and drawers in the room. I took out a tooth and hair brush, deodorant, and skin lotion from Olay that was scented like coconuts, just like the kind I had at home. I exited the bathroom for a minute to go to my closet. Jack was still perched on my bed. "Nice," he complimented my look.
"I'm fluent in Sarcasm too, you know," I laughed.
"Glad we're on the same page then," we both laughed as I racked through the closet selection. I wasn't much of a fashionista chick normally, so I was relieved to see the rather large selection of jeans, sweats, tees and hoodies in the closet. I wondered what Roche's closet looked like. I chose a simple V-neck shirt and a pair of jeans.
As I was about to go in to the bathroom something struck me, "Dot Menace," I whispered.
"Mmm?" I forgot that Jack was here.
'My… you know. Maybe it stopped," I said to myself. My stomach felt fine, so I must have. Wait. Wait a second. I was counting in my head. I started the day before the French bastards (sans Romaine, of course, she was cool) invaded us. That was three days ago. This can't be right. I started counting again and got the same answer as before. 'Hey, can you come here?" I asked Jack.
He stood and was by my side, "You okay?"
"Perfect," I said, 'too perfect. My stomach should be having a total bitch fit on me now, though, that's how it does every day of the week I spend in Hell every month."
'Oh that. You know how they had to fix your arm? I told them to also take all that out, you know. I know there's nothing you hate more than that except for when people pick on our friend Mr. Higgins.'
I never told him that the Dot Menace was the one thing I truly hated about being a teenage girl. In fact, I'm sure I had only told my mum that. "Did you talk to my mum?' I wondered.
He, to my surprise, nodded. "Yeah, she told me about that when I told her about that one day you and I went for a swim, and you know the story. I also called to tell her that you were getting your arm popped back in to place."
"So you told them to take all that out?'
He nodded. I ran and threw my arms around him. I loved this kid ten times more than I had a few seconds ago. "You never have to deal with that again, Sera, my lovely Queen,' he said.
His words hit me full on in a punch of joy. I spun around and Jack lifted me up. I suppose now he deserved the rare gift of a kiss. So that's what I did: kissed him like I hadn't done before. Never have to deal with the Dot Menace again. "They took it, it's gone!" I sang.
"I personally took it out," he said trying to impress me.
He totally set himself up for some of my sarcasm expertise, but I dropped it. "Thank you, Jack. I love you," I told him.
"Have you awakened well?' he asked.
'Best waking moment of my life," I said in truth.
A.N.: Hammsters, you were right. The sneak peek I gave was indeed from Sera's POV. This chappie also set up why she needed surgery to pop her arm back (unrealistic, yes, but work with me).