A/N: I don't really know how to start this, other than I'm sorries. I haven't updated this in over a year. It's not *completely* my fault, I promise. You see, around this time last year, I got into a new MMORPG, whose name I won't mention, and a few weeks into it, I was violently hacked. Nearly everything on my hard drive was lost, and my laptop wasn't even close to fixable. I'd had a whole bunch of updates typed up, as well as a few chapters for a brand new story I was in absolutely in love with. I was angry, and didn't feel like writing anymore. But I'm over it, and plan on taking plenty of time out of my busy WoW and drawing schedule to write ^.^ This first chapter might be a little rocky, since it's been so long, but I hope you enjoy. Luffles :3

Chapter 8

Chelsea woke up to the feeling of an incredible weight on her stomach. It was much too dark to see anything around her, especially not whatever was pinning her down. All she knew was that she was laying on cool stone, and whatever was holding her stank like nothing she had ever smelling before.

The last thing she remembered, she was trapped between water, rocks, and more rocks. The back of her head hurt, so she deduced that she must've hit it, and that's why she couldn't remember where she was or who she was with.

She squirmed away from the body next to her as far as it would allow her to, and used the dim light to study the figure. Shea.. He rescued me?

As her eyes adjusted to the lighting she could see more details. His body, as much as she could see of it from such a close proximity, was filthy, covered in mud, rocks just slightly bigger than sand grains, and the odd leaf here and there. His shoulder had a decent-sized gash in it, about 3 inches long, but not dangerously deep. Despite the pain he was probably feeling, his sleeping face was serene. Maybe it was because he'd been through similar situations before. If Chelsea wanted to flatter herself, she might think it was because of her.

Suddenly, Shea tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her even closer than she was before. So close, in fact, that her face was pressed firmly against his chest, cutting off all oxygen flow into her body. It took her a few seconds to realize that that was going to be a problem. After her realization, she immediately began to struggle as roughly as she had the energy to, and even let out a muffled scream.

Being startled abruptly roused from his sleep, Shea rolled away from her and jumped up into a catlike, ready-to-pounce position. His mouth was a snarl, and his sharp eyes darted around the room, looking for the danger he was expecting. Chelsea was so frightened to begin with, her eyes teared up and she buried her face in her hands.

Shea, realizing his mistake, quickly shook himself and scooped her up into a hug. "Shhhh, Shellsea, no scared. No scared. Shea sorry. No scared."

Chelsea pulled her hands away from her face, and squeaked, "Shea.. What's going on? Where are we? What happened to your arm?"

Shea stared at her confused for a moment. "My.. Arm?" He looked to his should and saw the gash, which was actually a little dirty, probably not the safest thing. "Oh.. Don't know, Shellsea. But Shea is fine. No worry. We in cave, Shea saved you from big waters." Shea grinned a big, silly grin, proud of himself for doing a good job.

Chelsea tried to mumble something about not needing rescuing, but she couldn't deny that he saved her life, and she should be grateful. She murmured, "Th-thank you.. What will we do now?"

"Uhhhermm.. Shea bring Shellsea back to Wada?"

"I dunno, Shea.. After everything I've been through.. I kinda want to go home. I'm sure my animals miss me, and my crops need watering. It wouldn't surprise me if Elliot and my other friends noticed I'm gone, they'll be worried.."

"Oh.. The pale one? Shellsea wants to be with the pale one, this.. Ell-ee-ott.." Shea stared down at his feet, disappointed and more than a little sad.

"It's not just him, Shea. Everyone will notice I'm gone. I need to get back, let them know I'm still alive."

"Okay, Shellsea.. Shea will take home."

With that, Shea stood up and picked Chelsea up, carrying her bridal style towards the entrance of the cave. He avoided eye contact with her, instead focusing his gaze on the ground below him. Chelsea wrapped her arms around his neck, blushing slightly. She knew she should've been happy to be going back to her home, but she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that what she was doing was a mistake.