A/N Hey everyone, im back! The reason why I didn't update was because I didn't know what to write next! But ive taken sometime to write an outline of how I want this fic to go.

I've also changed my writing style a lot since, being on Fanfiction. I've also wrote other stories, and I prefer writing in 3rd person. If you guys wante me to go back and rewrite each chapter in 3rd point of view, than just comment that. But honestly didnt think it mattered if i did or didnt becuase you guys already read it.

Pierce found herself back in the underworld. Her body was damp with sweat, and she was shivering. Not shivering, no she was shaking. Her body fell on the floor, limp. Her chest was beating out of control, and a part of her was afraid it would burst. She pulled her knees to her chest, and rested her head on her knees. She patiently waited for the shaking to stop. This was the second time being flashed down into the underworld, and she could tell it was taking a toll on her body. Pierce slowly lifted herself up, and leaned on archery of the door-bedroom door- to keep herself up and steady. She searched around John's home, in search for him.

"John!" Pierce yelled, moving out from his bedroom, and towards the open space that was his kitchen and living room. She found nothing. Pierces brows knitted together in concern.

"John!" She screamed once more, her eyes franctly searching for him. Sadly she came up empty handed. She slowly made her way towards his bedroom, her body was still sore from the flash down to the underworld, and from all that occurred today. She slowly dropped down on his bed, pulling the comforter up to her face. Breathing in the scent that was all him.

She would wait for him.

Pierce knew John wouldn't just leave her here all alone, if it wasn't for something big. She grimaced at the thought. Something big must have happened. She slowly slid up, so she was now setting upright, her legs crossed, and her back against the head board.

Pierces mind starting wandering as to were he could be. Than it started wandering to what had happened.

Giving her mom a goodbye letter.

Being taken.

Waking up in a strange place.

Her grandmother, and a beefy guy were her kidnappers.

There conversation about a book-

She recalled her grandmother talking about a journal. That they didn't want her to find it. Pierce jumped off the bed, her feet still aching but she didn't pause. She rushed towards John's bookshelf. It was large, and book lover would love to have it. It was dark wood, that was old and held a look of intelligence. Even if there was children books being held on that shelf, Pierce still believed that an out looker would believe the person who owned the shelf to be smart. Her eyes franticly took in all the titles of the books, searching for something in an journal binding. Her eyes raked the top shelf, and moved onto the next when she heard a boom sound coming from John's bedroom?

Pierce rushes to the noise, knowing who it had come from.

"John?" She asks, as she watches him lift himself up from the ground. He grunts, and nods at her before whipping his knees.

"Where were you?" She asks, her voice raising. John walks towards her, his steps loud, and large.

"I had to clean up the mess." He says, his head craned so they were in eye level of each other. His lips now mere inches away from hers.

"Oh," She says dumbfounded. She stared at him for a couple of more seconds before taking a step back.

"Are you okay?" John asked her. He stepped closer to her. His eyes on hers. She found that his façade was gone, and that his eyes where warm and soft. She nodded her head meekly, while biting her lip. John moved quick as lightening, and pulled her into a warm embrace. He slowly rubbed circles into her back, as she breathed in his scent.

"I'm so sorry," he said, pulling back a bit so she could look into his eyes. He searched hers, making sure she was really okay.

"It wasn't your fault," she said calmly pulling him back. "I'm fine," she whispered into his neck, after a couple moments of silence. Slowly but surely she stepped out of his arms, patting down her crumbled shirt, and sorting her self before looking up at him.

"What were you doing when I was gone?" He asked, his eyes glancing behind her.

"My grand- the furie possessing my grandmother- said something about a journal. And how she didn't want me to find it," she told him, her eyes searched his face. Hoping that maybe he'd know about said journal. Pierce frowned, when he arched his eyebrow in question.

"I thought, maybe, since she didn't want me to read it that it'd be important," She shrugged, but secretly hoping he'd understand her reasoning. Hoping he'd try and help her.

"I'll help you," he said nodding his head, before brushing past her and out into the living room.

It had been an hour exactly when Pierce began to lose it.

"Where could it be!" She screamed picking a book off of the shelf and throwing it towards the wall. She hated how weak she felt, and wanted this over with. Wanted the furie out of her grandmother. She didn't want to feel like this, and she wanted to be happy.

Why wasn't she aloud to be happy?

"Don't worry we'll find it," John assured. She watched as he made his way towards the thrown book, and placed it back onto the shelf.

"No I want it now!" She screamed, holding back tears of anger. She took the same book she had just thrown minutes ago, and chucked it at a lamp. John just stared at her as she dropped to the floor, banging her fists into the hard wooden floor. She knew she was being childish, but she didn't care.

"Pierce," John said slowly. Pierce looked up at him, and watched as he sat on the edge of his leather couch staring at her. "Lets make a deal," He said calmly.

Pierce picked her self up, and walked towards the leather couch. She was still frustrated but decided against another fit.

"What kind of deal?"

"I have many things from the past leader of the underworld," he said slowly staring into her eyes.

"What? Where?" She asked franticly. Apart of her wanted to jump up and slap him for not telling her before her little tantrum but decided that wouldn't help her.

"Locked away, but before I allow you to see it I want three days,"

"Three days for what?"

"I used a lot of my strength today, and need time to rest.

"What does that have to do with finding the journal?" Pierce asked, confused.

"No matter what, Pierce, there will be a big show down. And Ill need all my strength to protect you." He said, gently taking her hand in his. Stroking her hands soothingly.

'And what will we being doing for those three days?" She asked slowly, watching his hand making slow circles on hers.

Peirce felt Johns thumb on her chin, and looked up to meet his eyes.

"I'd like to take you on some dates, if you don't mind." All Pierce could do was nod her head yes, and smile.

A/N: Did you guys like it?