Note: This is my first story for this series. I'm sorry if some things are off. I just haven't read the books in quite some time and I'll do my best to stay true to the books…in a way.
Disclaimer: I don't own the GONE series or the characters.
"Oh goodness," I sighed, falling back onto my bed. Still in darkness, I looked around. The moonlight shed light upon the bedroom that I claimed as mine. Ever since our home was destroyed, Little Pete and I took shelter in a different home. "What a day."
My stomach growled and the pain continued but it was something I was well past. Fish held us all over, as did cabbage and whatever else we could find, but sometimes it just couldn't shove away the hunger pangs. Eventually, the plants would run out and the fish would run dry and more of us would just die. As sad as the fact was, it was true.
"Hey you," Sam smiled, appearing in my door way. As soon as I saw his shaggy hair and deep eyes, the pain just seemed to disappear. But, everything seemed to disappear when he came around. "Long day?"
"You really going to ask me that?" I laughed, propping myself up on my elbows. "Every day is a long day in the FAYZ. The food is eventually going to run out, Sam."
"What food?" he laughed dryly. "I hardly call fish and cabbage food."
He sat down next to me and softly stroked my honey hair away from my face. "You know what I mean."
"Yeah," he sighed. For a moment, it was complete silence.
"They're never coming back are they?" I asked softly yet ever so sadly.
"No, probably not," he answered quietly.
"At least we have each other," I tried smiling, placing my hands on the sides of his face. Not only did he need a hair cut, he needed a good shave. He had far more facial hair than any fifteen year old boy should.
"And we always will."
I placed my head deep in the hollow of his shoulders but I soon felt his finger lifting my lips up to meet his. In his kiss I could feel anger, I could feel sadness, I could feel…fear. It was angrier than normal, like all of his emotions were being electrically circulated into me through our kiss.
It Didn't take long for me to fall back on the bed and he was over top of me not long after. I stopped him as his hands fumbled to unbutton my shirt.
"Sam," I said. "Are we really going to do this?"
"It's us now. Were the adults now. I love you, Astrid. I really do. Are you…okay with this?" he asked nervously. "If you aren't, we won't do anything."
"I love you too," I breathed. He pressed his forehead to mine and I closed my eyes.
I saw him and I together, old and gray, sitting on our porch, watching who I thought to be our grandchildren play in the lawn before us. Glasses of ice cold tea and lemon loaf sat on the table next to us and He and I were happy.
"How do we do this?" I laughed as the vision before me disappeared, his face replacing the sight. "I mean, I've never done…it."
"I've seen it on TV, I think it's pretty easy."
"Let's just do it how we think it's done. I mean, I know how it's done and all," I rambled but his lips crushed upon mine.
From that moment on, I knew that he and I would be together forever.
The next morning, I woke up to sobbing and screaming. The sun was bright and I was in the bed, alone, naked. Sam was no where in sight. The first thing I heard was my mother…crying outside.
"Mom?" I cried, slipping on my clothes and running outside. In the middle of the street she stood, holding Little Pete, sobbing over him. "MOM!"
"Astrid!" She gasped, looking up at me. Little Pete didn't let go of her as she took me into her arms tightly. Almost to the point to where I couldn't breath. I could see over her shoulder, kids and parents running about wildly. "Astrid, my baby, my angel! Oh goodness!"
"You're back," I sobbed, not even holding back the tears. She pushed me away slightly to examine me.
"You look like you've lost 20 pounds! Have you not been eating?" she scolded me.
"We don't have any food! We don't have anything! Where have you guys been? Where is dad?" I asked. I had so many questions. "Oh, mom."
I hugged her tightly once more, afraid that she would disappear again if I let her go.
"The wall," I gasped. In a split second, I took off with my mother and Petey trailing behind me. I didn't stop until I reached the beach, only to find that the barrier was completely gone. "It's gone."
"What's gone?" she asked.
"It's gone! Were free! I have to find Sam!" I called to her as I hurried away. I looked back to see her and Petey standing on the beach, confused. I needed to explain everything to her after I found sam.
"Sam!" I called, spotting him in the plaza with his mom. He took me into his arms almost immediately.
"Astrid," he smiled, holding me tightly. Now that he and I had truly sealed our love, everything felt so much better. "I can't believe it's over. Now we can eat."
"Ahem," I said, looking towards his mom.
"Oh!" he laughed. "Mom, this is Astrid…my girlfriend. I love her, I do."
His mom smiled and hugged me tightly. I could see Sam in her face clearly. Now doubting that they were related.
"So, I guess everything will be okay now?" I asked Sam once his mother had finished her hugs.
"I'm thinking so," he smiled, looking at the tearful sight before him. It was good to see children reuniting with parents for once. I hoped everything would last.
The relief effort took weeks, and even then, we didn't get very far. Houses weren't rebuilt, lives weren't completely mended from the traumatic experience and questions were left unanswered. Questions that everybody was too afraid to ask. Kids wanting to know why their parents were gone and parents wanting to know how all the destruction had come to be. It was difficult to see parent still grieving over their lost children. But, the best part was when all the food was shipped in. It seemed that everybody from everywhere pitched in.
"This is good," Sam said to me one evening as we sat inside the house that our families now shared. It was big enough to accommodate all of us, especially since Sam and I couldn't stand being separated. "We have food, we have our families, we have each other."
"It is good," I said slowly. "But, Sam, I have to tell you something."
I slowly lifted his arm from around my shoulder and walked into the bathroom. Hidden under many small things was a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test.
"What is it?" he asked curiously, sitting up on the bed. I gulped and placed the small, test in front of him. "What is this?"
"Look at it," I cried. When he finally did, his eyes bugged out.
"You're pregnant?" he gasped. "Like…seriously?"
I nodded and fell to my knees.
"I'm 15 and pregnant," I sobbed.