Summary: Jeremie is having fits in his sleep. Aelita wants to know what's wrong with him and he insists that nothing is wrong. Find out what happens.
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure non-profit fan fiction. I do not own any of the characters, their weapons, their abilities, or any of their universes, nor do I own any of the lyrics that will appear in later chapters, or any of the products mentioned in the story such as Coca-Cola, or Playstation.
Aelita woke up in an area surrounded by snow. She was rolling up a snowball to the size of her body. She continued rolling snowballs and stacking them on top of one another. She giggled as she put the last snowball on top. Suddenly, a snowball came her way, then another. She picked up snow and started throwing it in the direction of the projectiles. A man in thick glasses and a woman with long pink hair were throwing them, smiling as they did so.
"Come on, Aelita! You can do better than that!" yelled the man.
Another came her way and hit the snowman.
"Ha! You missed, Daddy!" she yelled.
She tossed a snowball his way and nailed him right in the eye.
"OW!" he yelled.
Aelita and her mother came rushing to her father's side. They all laughed and laughed.
Suddenly, her parents disappeared in a fog to be replaced with a rather angry-looking wolf.
"Aaagh!" Aelita screamed in futility.
She was alone, nobody could hear her pleas. The wolf bounded for her direction, and she woke up.
Tears were streaming down her face. She wiped them off with her blanket and sat up for a moment. She decided not to let the dream bother her and laid back down. She was just about to go back to sleep when she hear an ear-piercing noise.
She recognized that voice immediately. Next she heard a pound.
"Oh, my god!"
She climbed out of bed, put on her slippers and ran downstairs.
She saw a man in a white nightshirt turning on a light in one of the rooms. Several of the students had come downstairs to see what the matter was.
The man appeared to be making an attempt at calming a boy down.
"Belpois? Belpois, come back to bed!" asked the man.
"Jeremie!" she yelled.
Her friend, Jeremie Belpois, a skinny boy with blond hair, was banging on the window, apparently trying to escape from something. He began taking quick glances away from the window, and when he was finished, he would continue banging.
"What's going on, Jim?" asked Aelita.
Just then, Jeremie paused for a moment, and then continued banging on the window, gasping and panting as he did so.
"Huh! Ugh! Huh! Ugh!"
"I don't know, it looks as if he's having some kind of nightmare!" replied Jim.
Aelita looked at Jeremie's face. It was peer white. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and he had an anguished look on his face.
"Oh, no. Jeremie?"
Jeremie continued banging on the window in futility.
"Jeremie, come back to bed."
After a few more bangs, he began pounding on the window with his elbow. Seemingly deciding that force alone would not open the window, he pulled on one of the side panels.
Jeremie looked back and his eyes widened. He began pulling as hard as he could, looking back, his breath quickening every time he did so.
"Jeremie, it's me, Aelita!"
Jeremie reefed on the window once more, this time successfully opening it. He then leaned his head out of the window and looked down. He was now panting as hard as humanly possible.
"Jeremie! Everything's all right, come back to bed!"
Tears were now streaming down Aelita's face. After this, Jeremie leaned back in, and stopped gasping as much. He walked over to the bed and collapsed onto his bed. He let out a sigh of relief which seemed to last an hour long. He closed his eyes, and a tear came out of one of them.
"It's all right, Jeremie. I'm not going anywhere."
Aelita sat down next to Jeremie's bed, and began stroking his back, and made her way up to his hair.
Jeremie pulled his covers back over him and fell asleep.
"That was very good, Aelita," complimented Jim.
"Thanks. I think I'd better head back to my dorm room, now."
"Actually," said a voice, "I think it would be better if you stayed here."
Aelita and Jim looked around. Mr. Delmas was standing just outside the door.
"But, sir, girls aren't allowed to be downstairs at night," said Aelita.
"I am well aware of the school regulations, Miss Stones. However, you managed to calm Mr. Belpois down. For some odd reason, nobody else could. In this case, I think it might be a good idea to overlook that rule. Of course, if you have any objections, we can give the job to someone else."
She looked down at Jeremie. He was sound asleep. He appeared to be mumbling something.
"All right, I'll do it. Let me just go grab my stuff."
"Thank you, Miss Stones."
She went downstairs and grabbed her pillow, blanket and Mr. Puck. She then came back upstairs and lay down next to Jeremie.
She looked up at Jeremie. One of his hands was off the side of his bed. Aelita grasped it and looked at his blond locks
"Don't worry, Jeremie. I'm not going anywhere."
She fell asleep after about an hour.
To Be Continued…
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