Kristy blinked, and tried to make out the blurry picture in front of her. After a few minutes, she managed to identify Julianna. "Are you okay dear?" Julianna's voice came at her from all sides, and it wasn't a friendly sound. "Ughhhh" Kristy groaned, and hauled herself to a sitting position. "What happened?" she muttered, feeling the small lump on the back of her head. "To put it bluntly" Noble's usually brisk and rough voice was much gentler now. "You dropped." Kristy mustered a faint smile. "In more descriptive terms...." One of the editors handed her a glass of water, and she gulped it down gratefully. Jason smiled at her. "You were over-exhausted, you started to ramble about needing things, and you passed out. Fainted. Dropped. Fell to the floor. Left your mind in--" "I get the point Jason" Kristy held up her hands, and laughed softly. "We have a taxi waiting to take you back to the hotel. You've got..." The co- ordinator from Doin' It glanced at her watch. "About 8 hours of sleep, you're plane leaves at 6, you'll need to leave the hotel at around 4:30. It's now 8:45am. It's not much, but it's something." "Just get me back to the hotel, and give me a warm bed......why does this feel like deja-vu??" Kristy looked at the crowd around her. They all smiled, relieved. "She's okay" Jason laughed, and Kristy walked towards the parking lot to catch the taxi. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Back in Poland ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The rain splattered against the sides of the taxi, and Kristy closed her eyes. Even after her nice long rest before, and during the flight, she was still sleepy. Though a limo picking her up from the airport with Nick and everyone to greet her would have been nice, Kristy had gotten a cramped taxi, with no familiar faces. Just a Polish(like from the place, not polish like shiny) taxi driver. And a ripped seat. 'Course the whole familiar faces thing was a little far fetched, considering there had been a concert that night. Through the sleepy haze covering her eyes, she glanced at her watch. It was now 2 am, Poland time. "Any decent person would be asleep at this hour,” Kristy thought to herself. "But would the guys?" She smiled. "After all, who says they're decent?" Kristy laughed to herself, remembering that only 8 months ago they’d just been some famous guys whom she’d probably never meet. Now one of them was her boyfriend, whom she missed dearly, and it had only been 2 days. “God, I’m getting pathetic. I’ve barely been going out with him for a week. I don’t even love him---“ She cut herself off. “Or do I? No, I don’t…I can’t, not yet. But I could. Oh god, how I could” She pictured Nick the day they’d sneaked out together. Playing in the park, like children. And despite the immaturity of the situation, it was her best memory of him so far. “Madam-l’hotel….dis is da hotel madam, we ‘ave arrived” The taxi driver stumbled over his english. “Thank you” Kristy grabbed her bags, paid the driver, and scampered up the soaked steps into the lobby. “I should have a reservation for, um, under Jive records, but it’s a room for Kristy Royal” she told the lady at the desk. “Yes, yes, I ‘ave a room for such a name….do you have, ah, what is the word? Picture of yourself with a name?” “Identification?” Kristy asked. “Yes.” The woman nodded vigorously. “Identification.” Kristy fished it out of her pocket, and handed it over. The ID was carefully examined, and the receptionist handed it back, along with a key card. “Thank you, et-and enjoy your stay” “Thanks” Kristy smiled, relieved, and hurried towards the elevator. Arriving at her floor, she pulled her bags down the hall, and stopped in front of the room that was hers. Key in, key out and the green light flashed. The door was pulled open, and slammed shut. She dropped her bags, and ran for the bed, not even bothering to turn on the lights. Taking a flying leap, Kristy crashed into the bed. She wasn’t alone in the bed. Something groaned in the darkness, and Kristy panicked. She grabbed the bible off the bedside table, and positioned it, ready to hit the thing in the bed if necessary. “Please, God, I’m using it for good!” she prayed silently. Kristy screamed when she realized it was a person in the bed. “Ahhhhhhh!” The person screamed back at her, and Kristy swung the book madly, terrified out of her mind. She felt it hit the person good and hard, and heard a grunt. “Shit, what the hell was that for?” The person growled. The voice was strangely recognizable. “Oh no” Kristy thought to herself. “This isn’t happening” Kristy crawled out of the bed, and reached for the light switch. The first thing she saw was a blond mess of hair bent over its knee. “Nick” Kristy, asked gingerly, almost afraid of the answer. “Who the hell did you think it was?” he muttered, obviously pissed. He glanced up at her, and as soon as they made eye contact, she smiled. Nick’s heart softened. Kristy climbed back into the bed, and hugged him tightly, burying her head in his shoulder. “Oh, I missed you so much” Kristy murmured. Nick wrapped his arms around her waist, and inhaled the sweet perfume that clung to her lightly. “I missed you too. We used this German act to open the show, and they were nowhere near as good as you. How was the video shoot?” Nick sat back slightly, and peered at Kristy. “It was pretty good, considering I fainted from lack of food, and too much time with too little sleep” Kristy mustered a smile. “But, just out of curiosity, why in frikking hell were you in my bed?” He laughed gently. “I wanted to see you as soon as you got back, so I got a key from the front desk and came into your room. I kinda, just didn’t realize how very long it would be before you came back, so I slowly made my way to my bed. Rather your bed, but anyway! What’s this about fainting?” Nick asked, suddenly concerned. “It’s nothing” Kristy waved it off. “You should get to bed, it’s late.” She kissed him lovingly, and pushed Nick towards the edge of the bed. Nick limped away towards the door, and Kristy cringed realizing it was most likely her that had given him a limp. “Night sweetheart” she called to his retreating figure. “Night baby” Nick called over his shoulder.
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