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Stardate: April 4th, 2248 (Jim's POV)
When Julia didn't return from her dirt-bag date Devon Carters, I knew something was wrong. I knew something was wrong the moment she ran outside to his care - but my aim wasn't too good, and I missed the tires on his care.
Cursing myself, I realized I might be responsible for the demise of my sister's virginity. That Devon was a womanizer, and would do anything to get a girl in bed with him. Or in his car alone in the woods at night.
That was why, when she didn't show up at 2 am, I decided to go after her. Pulling on a sweatshirt and grabbing a duffel bag full of supplies, I headed out for the woods. That's where I figured Julia was - it was a feeling. It was a feeling that the both of us had, we each had a compass that led to one another.
(Julia's POV)
"Jim, where are you?" I whispered, curling up on the hard stone floor. I'd heard Devon's footsteps disappear a while back, but I hadn't brought myself to go outside yet. It had to have been a few hours since he left, right? Or was it a few minutes - I didn't know anymore. My sense of time was non-existent. And my warmth was dissipating fast. Dad's blanket was great for summer nights, but now, when it was cold - it barely kept me warm.
Still staring out the little window, I decided I had to risk being found by Devon. My feet were still bleeding, my skin still prickling, but I had to get out. If I didn't, I might freeze to death.
Groaning, I pushed myself up to my feet. Wobbling, I moved slowly towards the ladder leading up to the woods. Taking a deep breath, I started climbing out in my heels. Not a good idea, but my mind wasn't working at its best right now.
I had just pushed the entrance doorway and was pulling myself out onto the soft ground - when I heard footsteps. They were heavy footsteps, and I could feel them reverberating on the dirt beneath me. Freezing a moment, I moved my legs onto the ground, and pulled the door back over the bunker. Rising slowly to my feet, I started to limp away from the sound of the footsteps.
"There you are!" A voice exclaimed, and I turned to my left to see Devon, sitting underneath a tree. "I don't know where you went - but that doesn't really matter, does it?" He rose from the ground, tossing and catching his keys.
"Get away from me," I whispered, backing away from him. My foot caught on a branch, however, and I toppled to the ground. "No. NO!" I shouted and screamed as he came to sit on top of me. With a smirk, he bent down, hands pushing my own to my side.
"Get off my sister." My brother's voice penetrated my ears, and I glanced up to see him standing, panting, with a duffel bag slung around his torso. Devon was very surprised, so much so that I was able to kick him away from me.
After he was off of me, I moved myself towards Jim. Devon reached out for my leg, but Jim stomped on it before it could touch me. Yelping, he tried to pull his hand away, but Jim wasn't budging.
"Shit, man!" Devon yelled, looking up at my brother. "I was just showing her a good time,"
"It's not a 'good time'" Jim made air quotations when he said 'good time', "if the lady doesn't consent to it."
"But - I thought - she -"
"She's drunk," Jim stated, and I nodded my head at his statement. Grabbing onto his back and arms, I pulled myself to my feet. Then I leaned on him for support, I couldn't stand in these heels for much longer. Jim glanced at me, and knew he had to hurry this up. "She obviously didn't know what you were hinting at - and she really doesn't want to be near you right now - so get lost." He removed his hand and scrambled away from the two of us.
"Freaks!" He shouted, running off. I sighed in relief, and leaned even more on Jim. He put his arm under my own and turned us towards the house.
"We should be getting back," he said, dragging me towards our home. I tried to move my feet, but they refused to budge. They were stuck in pain and those stupid heels I had worn. "Did he see our hideout?" He asked as we slowly made our way back home. I shook my head.
"No," my voice came out a croak. "I sound like a goblin."
"No," Jim disagreed, glancing at me with a glint in his eye, "More like a frog choking on a fly."
"Ugh," I said, and rolled my eyes. Not a good idea, because it made the world spin and I felt myself almost fall.
"Woah, there," Jim said, stopping to let me get steady. "You're still suffering from substance abuse."
"Wasn't by choice."
"Same difference," He replied, looking at the distance between us and the farmhouse. "I'm going to carry you fireman style the rest of the way back." I nodded, and didn't argue when he lifted me over his shoulders and started back for home. He traveled a lot fast this way, since he didn't have to drag me.
Stardate: March 30th, 2252 (Spock's POV)
When Julia's voice had said the words "Get away from me," I knew something was wrong. Unfortunately, I had not gotten down there fast enough to stop her from running away, only enough to stop the person attempting to pursue her.
I had just raced down the stairs, and caught the person causing my Julia to run. He looked very plain, actually. But I did not let that dissuade me from stopping him. Reaching out with my hand, I grabbed his shoulder and brought him to face me.
"Hey!" He shouted, fists coming up to defend himself. He stopped when he saw my face, or more probably, my pointed ears. "What?"
"I am Spock," I said, my eyes boring holes into the man before me. "I am Julliana's fiance." Devon's eyes widened, and he tried to push my hands off of him.
"Sir," Julia's Uncle Frank said, coming around to look at the two of us. "I can keep a watch on him," He nodded towards the back door. "You'd better go catch Julia before she gets herself lost. Again."
Reluctantly, I let go of Devon's shoulder, and started to jog towards the back door. Opening it up, I could see Julia as she ran across the field and into the woods. Taking a deep breath, I ran after her, using the strength an Earthen atmosphere granted me.
My legs pumping, I leaped over the fence with ease, and my stride was not broken despite the various items my shoes stepped in. When I reached the other side of the field, my ears could pick up Julia's erratic heartbeat, and the beats of her feet on the ground.
"Julliana!" I shouted out, hoping she could hear me and know it was going to be okay. "Julliana!" I shouted again, and this time I heard her cry out. She was just ahead.
"No!" she shouted, one leg stuck beneath a log. Her body was faced away from me as she tried to pull herself free. Slowing down, I came to stand a few feet from her. Reaching out, I put my hand on her shoulder. She flinched and tried to pull back.
"Julia…" I whispered, hoping she would break out of her anxiety. "It is me - Spock."
"Spock…?" She whispered, still turned away from me. Her body was shivering now, and I reached out to take hold of her. My arms encased her, and I moved my hands to find face and turn it towards my own. "Spock. Oh my gosh - Spock!" Her arms wrapped around me as she realized who I was. She hugged me tightly, sobbing onto my shoulder. I put one hand on her hair, gently stroking it in a way I knew helped to calm her.
"I am here, now." I stated, letting go of her to move the log and free her leg. She winced as I removed it, and couldn't stand on it without tearing up. Seeing this, I deemed it necessary to carry her all the way back to her home. As I did, I noticed a small incline in the wooded area she had traveled to. There was a window like thing that could just barely be made out. Strange.
I made a note to ask Julia about it after she had calmed down.
Thanks for reading! Sorry if this chapter is a bit short, I wanted to wrap up her experience so I can move on. Anyway, I hope you all had a great weekend, and I'll get to writing the next chapter soon!