A/N: Hey guys, a new chapter. Yay! Not much going on lately. I hope you like it. Leave a little comment!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim, Jack, Rudy, Milton, Eddie, Jerry or Frank.
Run, run, runaway baby
Kim's POV
Two months. Two months have gone by since Jack got injured, since Cray disappeared and Chris got captured. And I haven't seen Jack since then. I've seen Jerry a lot. He brings me updates on their plans. How everyone is doing, how Jack is doing. I am surprised and maybe a little hurt that he hasn't come to see me yet. I know from Jerry that he's been walking around for the last two weeks. That he's much better. They haven't seen Cray since he left Jack to die. Nobody has. Neither has anyone seen any of the other boys.
I'm in my room, sitting on my bed. Staring out the window. Since I haven't been able to see Jack, my life has been, well, boring. Plus my father has been crazy protective. Guards have been following me around everywhere. Meeting Jerry was really difficult. But I managed. I walk to my balcony. Tomorrow my dad is throwing a party. No clue why. But he insisted I would dress up and come. So I said yes. He hasn't let me do anything I want the last two months. I haven't been allowed out the town. The forest is of limits. My brother thinks Jack is dead. Everybody thinks Jack is dead, and Jerry says he wants to keep it that way. Frank also put Chris in a dungeon. He's not getting out.
I visited him once. He acted really weird, maybe because he is just as convinced as my brother that Jack died in the forest. I got tired of him nagging me about how he finally got rid of Jack so I left. I had to make up a part of the story about what happened in the forest. Of course Chris had a different story. But who would believe him over the princess, who was so brutally kidnapped by Cray. Jack had of course tried to save her, but as he got me from Cray's claws he was stabbed. The poor princess doesn't think he made it out of the forest.
I sigh and walk into my closet. Time to be a good girl. I pick up a few dresses, and casually drop them on my bed. Last time I did this, Jack was right there behind me on the balcony. Helping me with my dress. Just to be sure I look behind me. Nothing. I'm slightly disappointed but I fight back the feeling. There's a knock on the door. 'Yes?' I say, the door opens and Annabeth comes in. 'Annie!' I smile widely. 'Hey Kimmy, how are you?' after I was "freed" from the thief's Annabeth came to the castle to see how I was doing and to support me through this "difficult time". I told Annabeth everything. I needed to share this whole debacle with someone.
'I'm good, but I told you that already.' I smile at her, she knows I'm lying. I've been saying that for the last two months. "I'm fine. Yes much better, thank you." For a second I think she's going to point out that I'm lying but then she focusses on the dresses. 'Oh!' She exclaims. 'This one is really pretty!' she says picking up a purple dress with golden lining. She holds it up in front of me. 'O Kim you have to wear this!' Her eyes twinkling as she tosses the dress at me. 'Put it on.' She demands. I roll my eyes and walk into my closet. 'Have you heard that apparently your dad invited the real Perseus Jackson again?' I can't oppress a slight smile. Last time I heard that name…well you get it by now right? A certain boy was involved.
I come out of my closet in the dress and Annabeth gasps. 'Something wrong?' I try to find the horror she's seeing. I don't see anything worth freaking out. 'You look stunning.' She sighs and I relax. I actually laugh. 'Annie you scared the hell out of me. Don't do that again.' I turn to the big person sized mirror. I let my deep brown eyes slide over the dress critically. Annabeth holds her breath. 'It's nice.' I say casually and now it's Annabeth's turn to roll her eyes. There is a knock on the door as one of the servants comes to get Annabeth. Her mom wants to talk to her. As she leaves I turn back to the mirror. My fingers trace the pattern on the dress. I do look pretty, but what does it matter. Who would I be dressing up for?
Frankly, I don't care about this whole dance. I don't want to go. I want to find Jack and kick his ass for not coming to see me. The last time I talked to Jerry I asked him why Jack wasn't coming himself. He mumbled something incoherent and all of the sudden was in a real rush to leave. Coward. No just kidding, Jerry has been great. A real friend. I think I haven't seen Jason yet because he still feels guilty. I hear a cough and pull my hand through my hair. Wait, I hear a cough… I slowly turn around. Sure enough, there he is. Looking a whole lot better than last time I saw him.
I don't smile. I don't react. At least I try to. 'Hey Kimmy, nice dress.' He says, casually strolling into my room. I still don't respond, my emotions are racing, but he taught me something about showing emotions. My feelings range from excited to pissed off and I'm trying to decide on which to act first. 'Jerry told me you wanted to see me?' He says sauntering to my jewellery. The boys haven't been stealing for two months. I've been helping them survive and I even got Jerry and Jason a job. When I don't answer him he turns back to me. I can see the difference between old Jack and new Jack. He has a new scar above his eye and I'm sure a few others that I can't see right now.
But it's the changes in his eyes that I notice the most. He seems calm. Like he's made a decision. He raises his eyebrows. 'Are you going to keep ignoring me?' he asks. I make a face. 'No.' I tell him. He pretends to be impressed. 'Wow, two whole letters.' I look him straight in the eye. I'm pretty sure I look quite intimidating. At least, I'd like to think so. 'I have gotten a bit sick of people telling me you're dead.' I glare at him. 'My dad, my brother, Chris.' His face changes at that name. I want to continue but he steps closer. I stop talking. Before I say something stupid.
'Has anyone ever told you how cute you are when you're homicidally angry?' he smirks. I raise my hand to hit him but he catches it. He pulls me closer. We're so close his eyes are out of focus. 'Just hear me out for a second.' He whispers. I don't say anything, mainly because I don't think I could say anything useful right now. 'Me and the guys are leaving. We're going south, try to find a village remote enough they haven't hear of me or Cray or the others. Start over. Lead a normal, honest life. Maybe buy a farm.' He pauses. I'm trying to let this sink in.
They are leaving. That means, no more visits of Jerry. No more Jack that shows up out of nowhere. No more adventures. 'I thought I should tell you myself.' He adds. I try to control my emotions enough to form a sentence. 'I- What- When?' Okay I know, not my best moment, but hey, who can blame me. 'Tomorrow at sunrise.' He says, there is emotion in his eyes, but I can't quite put my finger on it, because I can't see clearly. I swallow. 'So soon.' I manage to say. Why is this so difficult for me? This shouldn't be so hard on me. 'You could- You.' He starts, but he doesn't finish his sentence. He frowns. His eyes flicker across my face.
He kisses me. We were already so close the motion is small, but the impact is so much bigger. For a good few seconds I'm frozen. In that time he has already pulled back and moved away from me. How can his lips be so soft? He is tough and scarred, but his lips are so gentle. He's at my balcony. My brain seems to be missing bits. It doesn't even bother me anymore. 'You could come with us you know.' He tells me. 'If you're not at the crossing of the southern and eastern road tomorrow at sunrise… I guess I'll know.' His words have so many meanings I can't respond. He hops over the railing of my balcony and disappears. I don't check if he's lying dead beneath my balcony. Too much to think about. What on earth am I supposed to do now? He kissed me. He kissed me. I still haven't quite processed that. Nor have I decided if I want to punch or kiss him. Damn you Jack. This is going to be an interesting night.
A/N: Okay, after this I think one more chapter and then it's over. *sobs*. Review please!