Disclaimer: Dont Own LOTF.

Remember when I quoted Shakespeare?

"What's done can't be undone."

Hah, I was just kidding.

That doesnt count for fanfiction writers.

-Hey, what's going on?

Jack: Your such a jerk!

-What?

Jack: I thought she died!

-Well, she didnt.

Jack: I tried to kill myself!

-Correction, you tried to hang yourself.

Jack: Well-YEAH!

-But I replaced the rope with a bungee cord.

Jack:...I-Is that why I kept ALMOST dying!

-Yup.

Roger: Your a gem...

An echo rumbles past the mud.

'Something's moving, struggling in the water. I can see a…tan cloud...'

Feeble hands splash against the water.

'No, those are bubbles... Whose hands are these?'

They clutch at the emptiness.

'Mine.'

The murky pit is tomblike, deadly and opaque.

'I'm being dragged, I can't get away! Jack? Jack!'

There is a high-pitched note, louder, louder. Turning into a solid hum.

Breathe!

You jolt up with a black cloak sliding off your shoulders. You gasp for air, sucking every ounce of oxygen you can in immeasurable dry heaves. Your petite body trembles, before a sense of vertigo clouds the vision. A pungent and repulsive taste of grass fills your mouth, it's nauseating. Even as your stomach acid curls-the dizziness trembles your sight.

You clutch your stomach and arch over to spill a round of bile on the ground. Someone walks into the surrounding area.

"What the hell?" the voice bellows. You pass out again, back into a chimerical state.

(Jack's POV)

I watched (Your Name)'s face, placid now that she had passed out.

"Wake up, please." I said restlessly.

Her eyes began to vivify on command. She stirred and attempted to bring herself up right. I quickly grabbed her shoulders to assist.

"You should take it easy, Mrs. 'I'm going to freak out and give Jack a heart attack'." My tone was gentle, an unnatural purr. I was afraid of being too loud…

"What happened?" (Your Name) asked in a raspy voice.

She became aware of herself in the cave.

"Jack?" she managed to squeal, finding my face with her tiny fingers. She threw her arms around me, nuzzling into my neck. (Your Name) opened her eyes, letting her lashes brush my skin. I laughed quietly at the response. She stayed there for a moment and then drew back.

The petite lapin opened up to speak, but made an involuntary gag. I offered her water, but her hands shook and some splashed out. Carefully, I tipped the cup to her lips; she was frustrated but allowed me to help.

The water was warm and unsettling, it wasn't the ideal remedy. Still, she let it slime down before trying to speak,

"What happened?"

I sat back on my heels, "As I remember, you made an utterly idiotic move by trying to 'rescue' a huge snake. You got bit-fell unconscious and then I fished you out."

The girl made a face, "It was not 'utterly idiotic'. It was sheer impulse-yes I made a mistake and I am sorry I caused so much trouble. Just please, stop sulking." She told me in a tired groan.

I sighed in defeat, 'This girl is a hand full.'

I listened to her make clicking sounds with her dry tongue.

"Are you ready to eat now?"

She waited a moment before nodding. I was glad she could eat now, but the thought brought her back to when she first got up,

"Oh god, did I have a fit?" The little rabbit gasped.

"You threw up…" I confirmed and handed her a plate full of a variety of foods.

(Your Name) stared at me oddly before asking, "Where?"

"Here. Actually, it was over there by the doorway." I said in an unruffled voice. But the girl was persistent and pushed the topic.

Her face became dark with embarrassment, "W-who had to clean…?"

I cut her short, "I did. Don't worry about it-you were sick. Please eat for me?"

My baby rabbit looked at the fruits I brought her. When she found the cooked fish, she gleamed up at me. I gave her a beatific smile. I had spent an hour trying to fish them out, and managed to collect four.

"Thank you…" Of course, she couldn't just eat, "How come I'm not dead?"

I shuddered at the thought of her mangled body-drenched in thick mud. (Your Name) was limp and still, like a corpse…and what if her heart wasn't beating? What if…if…

"If you eat, I'll tell you everything."

That's when she started eating-drinking water-breathing…listening to me.

She was mine.

((Review! Woo! I have a headache!))

-Jack if you dont shut up...

Jack: *Sob* B-but...I'm so happy!

-Dont care...my head hurts and your boo-whoing is annoying.

Simon: Did you switch bodies with Roger or something?

-No, I have a headache...

Simon: Aw...

-See Roger? That's a little thing called sympathy...you should try it.

Roger: Oh I had no idea...I'll give it a go... I'm sorry that your head hurts because your tiny brain cant take being in a bumbling, moronic individual like yourself.

-...

Simon: Roger...

Roger: What.

Simon: RUN! RUN !

-I'll DESTROY YOU! *swings a toaster around*

Roger: Whered that come from!