Chapter 18

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Chapter 18

  What the fuck?

There was no way in hell those bruises were completely gone! Lighting in hospital bathrooms is not the best to begin with and the ones in the room were dim enough that they had to be casting strange shadows. I closed my eyes and shook my head hoping that might clear it. I looked at my arm. There was nothing but the red mark caused by my incessant scrubbing. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. What the fuck?! I pulled on my pajamas and returned to the room. The sun was up, so I went to the window to look at my arm. Though I was covered in quite a few new bruises, I still could not find the bruise that had been there.

I had to talk to JP. There was no way getting around it now. I waited in the room, but paced the floor anxiously. I continued to examine and touch my arm, all the while thinking my eyes were playing tricks on me and that the marks really were there. Maybe I was still sleeping? My head was so full of strange occurrences that this had to be another flight of fancy and my brain was taking a detour to visit. I pinched myself. In fact, I pinched that part of my arm thinking it would hurt like a sonofabitch and wake me from this Twilight Zone world I found myself in. However, it only stung and proved that I was, indeed, awake.

I rummaged through my bag, not knowing what I was looking for until I found my phone. There were four text messages. I expected them to be from JP explaining why he had been detained; instead I found all of them were from Eric. That’s odd. I didn’t give him my phone number. And when was his name and number programmed into my phone?

  • ‘I trust the morning finds you as well as can be expected. I am sorry I was not there when you awoke. I wanted very much to be certain you were feeling better before I left, but circumstances did not permit. I trust that you are in good hands. I spoke to the doctor myself to be certain. Per your request, he ‘checked me out’ and I am fine. Thank you for your concern.’

I was glad to know that he was not injured in his rescue of me, but I wasn’t certain anymore that I was dreaming or if I was awake. Maybe the concussion was more severe than the nice doctor had originally thought? It was as if he knew what I would be thinking when I read the next message.

  • ‘I hope you do not mind, but I did convince the doctor to give me an update on your status. He informed me that having two injuries to your head may have been more severe than he first thought and you may be confused on the events of last night. I do not know if you recall, but you were saying and asking some unusual things. You were in and out of consciousness more than I think you realize when we were outside the school and I may be able to fill in some of the blanks.’

I did have several questions, and having the day to put my thoughts together might be a good thing. I was having a difficult time trying to sort out what I thought I heard, but I was also afraid he would tell me I was dreaming again, the same as he had when I questioned his conversation with Pam. I read the next message.

  • ‘I neglected to mention that I still have your belongings and will return them to you or to JP, if you prefer. I was told you are to be in the hospital today, but perhaps you will be released by this evening. If not, I would like to stop and visit you tonight if time permits and you allow me. I hope to discuss with you tonight if you are feeling hazy or unsure of what happened. Please get some rest as I am sure you need it.’

Why would he think that he would need permission or that I wouldn’t allow him to stop by? He knew last night that I wanted him to be here. Finally, I read the last message.

  • ‘Feel free to text if you would like, but know that I will unlikely be able to return the message or speak with you until this evening. The chances are great that I will be sleeping and will not hear the telephone. I will apologize now, if that is the case.’

I hadn’t expected him to stay as long as he had, and it was nice to know that he was concerned, even if he did have to leave and get some sleep. I started to text him back, but when I remembered the sun was up I stopped myself. I was sure he was asleep and I knew I wouldn’t be able to talk to him until later anyway.


I continued to pace until I heard the door to my room open. JP had returned along with a nurse who ushered me back into bed, telling me that pacing around the room in an obviously agitated state would not be good for my recovery and I should try to rest. So I acquiesced, and climbed back into the bed. She checked my vitals, asked how I was feeling, took some notes, and left.

“What took you so long?”

“I wasn’t gone that long. What’s wrong? You seem upset. I stopped to buy you this,” he asked obviously worried while he set a large cup of cappuccino on the side table.

I showed him the texts. While he was reading them, an orderly brought in a tray of food and placed it on the table, sliding it over the bed in front of me. Once he was through, I thanked him and he left.

“Well?” I asked.

“Well, what?”

“What do you think?”

“I think he’s very nice. I’m glad he was there for you and that you’re becoming friends,” he said with a shrug.

“Don’t you think it’s odd that he would mention how confused I was or am? Don’t you think it’s strange that he would not be able to answer his phone during the day? Don’t you find it slightly perplexing that he would question if he could stop by?”

“Let’s see…no, no, and no.”

I looked at him with furrowed brows, but before I could say anything else he held up his hand.

“There’s nothing odd about you being confused with the trauma you suffered. I don’t know what you said to him, but I’m sure you probably were in and out of consciousness. There’s nothing strange about the fact that he was up all night and sleeps during the day. He works at night. Maybe he’s a heavy sleeper like me. Besides, I imagine the whole situation was physically and emotionally exhausting for him, too. He was there. Finally, there’s nothing perplexing about him asking if he could come by. You need to recover. I’m sure he doesn’t want to come and hang out if you need to or are sleeping. What’s going on?”

“Before I woke you up, they were here, and I heard them having a conversation that I don’t understand.”

JP took the dome cover off my plate and handed me the silverware.

“I think you need to eat something. Then you can tell me what you’re thinking.”

“That’s just it! I don’t know what I’m thinking! For all I know, I might be asleep right now!” I slammed the silverware back on the tray.

“Cricket, you are not asleep. Now eat. I’m sure you haven’t had anything since before we left for the filming yesterday afternoon,” he coaxed, picking up the fork again and pressing it into my hand.

“You’re right.”


I ate my breakfast. It wasn’t very good, but I was hungrier than I thought and pretty soon had inhaled the entire plate of bland eggs, artificial bacon, and fruit cocktail. At least there was the cappuccino he had brought for me.

“Do you want to go back to sleep?”

“No. I need to tell you what I heard.”

“You have my undivided attention,” he smiled.

Before I could begin, the door opened again, and the same doctor from last night entered.

“Good morning. How are you feeling?”

“OK, I guess. I thought you would have gone home by now.”

“I was concerned for you, so I stayed. Don’t worry, I did sleep,” he chuckled at my concerned expression.

“Really? That’s really very nice of you. Thank you. What are you worried about?”

“I’m concerned about your head injuries.”

“I do have a headache, but other than that my head feels fine.”

“Be that as it may, I think my initial diagnosis may have been incorrect and I think that your multiple concussions are worse than I originally suspected.”

“Why? Did the CT show something? Wait, multiple?” I was starting to get worried. JP came closer to listen as well.

“As you know, there were some contusions when I examined you. I wanted to take another look this morning and see if the swelling had gone down.”

“Oh, OK,” I said quietly.

He put on some gloves and began examining the bumps on my head that were still there.

“I read the scans again this morning and I’m concerned that you might be having some confusion over what happened to you.”

“No, I remember what happened. I fell from the fire escape and my friend caught me. I know I hit my head.”

“Yes, I know what you told me. However, your friend showed no signs of trauma on his arms or shoulders, and I’m not one hundred percent certain that you are remembering correctly. I hate to tell you this, but I don’t believe there was any way he could have caught you as you believe, and I fear that you hit your head harder than it first appeared. Are you having any blurry vision?”


“Do you feel nauseous at all?”


“Does anything seem out of the ordinary to you this morning?”


JP cleared his throat and looked at me pointedly. The doctor noticed this and also looked at me in the same fashion.

“Well, I did overhear a conversation this morning that didn’t seem to make sense. Some of our friends were in here and they were talking. They didn’t know I was fully awake.”

“What time was that?”

“Just before five.”

“I’m sorry to tell you this, Miss Kerrigan, but you weren’t awake.”

“What are you talking about? Yes, I was, I looked at the clock right after I woke up and it said five.”

“No, I’m afraid you are mistaken. I was here at five this morning and you were sound asleep.”

“That’s not possible.”

“I’m afraid it is.”

“What time did you come in? Maybe they were here before that?”

“No. I came in to check on you at four forty-five. I stayed until a few minutes after five. No one was here except for your friend there. He was asleep in the chair. Now, before you become upset, let’s be certain. I will go speak to the nurses. Visitors must sign in and out. I will be right back.”

He left the room and I looked at JP.

“I looked at the clock right after I woke you. I know it said five. Wasn’t it five?”

“I don’t know, Crick, I didn’t look. I woke up when you said my name.”

“It was still dark outside.”

“Now that I can tell you isn’t true. The sun was up when you woke me.”

“No, that’s not possible! It was still dark when I went to get my shower!”

“Cricket, you need to calm down. Maybe they were here earlier. Let’s wait and see what the doctor says.”

As if he had been called, the doctor re-entered the room.

“Well?” I looked at him expectantly.

“You were brought to this room around two, and your friends left about fifteen minutes after that. They signed out at that time. The nurse on duty was stationed out there all night. No one entered or left after that time. She came in and woke you each hour until your friend here left your room and that was at seven.”

I looked at the clock. It was almost eight.

“JP, where’s my phone?”

He picked it up from the table and handed it to me. I scrolled through the messages. Eric’s texts were gone! Impossible!

“They’re gone!” I shouted.

“What are you talking about?” JP asked.

“The texts! They’re gone!  I wanted to check the time stamp, but they aren’t here! You deleted them!  Why would you delete them?!”

“I didn’t mean to. If I did, I’m really sorry,” JP said contritely.

“What do you mean if you did? You did!”

“I must have hit the wrong button when I finished reading them. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I know Eric was here! They were all here! I know they were here! I know I looked at the clock when I woke you up. It was five and it was still dark! How is it eight o’clock now?” I was starting become frantic.

I knew what I heard, and I knew what I saw on the clock! I knew what time it was!

“Cricket, please calm down.”

“You were asleep! You don’t know what happened! You said you fell asleep shortly after I came in!”

While I was having my hysterics, the doctor summoned the nurse who entered with a syringe. Tears started streaming from the corners of my eyes.

“Miss Kerrigan, please. This is what I was trying to explain to you. I was afraid your concussions were more severe, and I was worried that you might have some confusion. It seems I was right. Please relax. The nurse is going to give you something to help you calm down,” he said soothingly.

“No! I don’t want anything, please! I know what I’m talking about! I don’t know why everyone is trying to ‘Gaslight’ me! I know what I saw on the clock…” the last bit came out as a slur while the sedative I was given took hold.


I dreamt of the night before, but this time I was a spectator. I watched as it all happened. Instead of being afraid, I was intrigued.

I saw myself standing in the hallway looking around blindly and contemplating just what I could do. I looked to the door and saw that Eric was outside of the school looking in the window. He was looking inside at something in front of me. Then I saw it! It was a wolf, and it was staring out the window of the door at Eric, growling. Yet, it wasn’t growling at me, it was growling at Eric! I watched as I burst through the door to the staircase, but, instead of following, I stayed to watch what happened. I already knew what she (I) was doing upstairs.

The wolf turned away from Eric and ran to the door from where I had escaped. It scratched at the door while it continued to look back at Eric, growling before turning back to the door again. Eric opened the locked door with ease, and was suddenly standing before the wolf, pushing it aside as he opened the door and entered. The wolf followed and so did I. I watched as they both started up the stairs before Eric turned around and kicked it as if it was a soccer ball and it bounced down the stairs with a yelp. I heard the sound of footsteps approaching while I watched myself scurry to the third floor. Eric and I followed, and just as I was climbing out onto the fire escape, he reached out to grab ahold of me and pull me back in when I shrieked and he let go, covering his ears before recovering in an instant and flying, literally flying down the stairs, giving the wolf another kick for good measure when he passed by it. I followed him outside. I was traveling as quickly as him! I saw him fly to my falling figure, and he grabbed me under the legs and arms before I hit the ground.

Then the dream changed and I was back to being me in Eric’s arms. We never hit the ground, and I never fell unconscious. I didn’t even appear to be hurt. We flew to the top of the building where we settled before he lowered me to my feet. I looked up into his eyes and wrapped my arms around his waist hugging him tightly.

“Thank you for saving me again,” I whispered.

He didn’t reply other than to encircle me in his arms and kiss the top of my head.

“Why was it chasing me?”

“He wasn’t chasing you. He was after me,” he replied softly.

He pulled back and took my hand. I looked around and saw a very inviting sofa on the roof. He led me to it and we sat down to look up at the stars. We spoke quietly.

“How do you know it was a ‘he’?” I asked.

“Because I knew who it was. He has taken quite a liking to you since you first sang in the tavern. I believe he is quite taken with you, and has now become very protective. When he saw us speaking the other night, I believe it was too much for him to watch you place your trust in me. He could sense your desire for me, and now he is worried for your safety.”

“Why? You wouldn’t hurt me.”

“Indeed I would not, but I am quite certain that he does not believe so.”

“Why not?”

“I have a…bad reputation,” he chuckled while he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer.

I rested the back of my head on his arm and continued to look at the sky. He reached over and took my hand, entwining our fingers and resting our hands on his leg.

“Who is he?”

“Have you not yet realized it?”


“Very good, and on your first guess! You win!”

“What do I win?”

“What do you want?”

“I’ll get back to you on that,” I said, smiling.

“You should be careful trusting me. I am dangerous.”

“Not with me.”

“No, not with you, but it is true my reputation with women is not what you would consider wholesome.”

“I’m not worried about that.”

“Oh, really?” He looked over to me, and I caught the glint in his eye as he quirked his eyebrow and the corner of his lip turned up into a smirk.

“Really,” I giggled. I could feel myself blushing.

“Hmm, you should be careful.”

“Yeah, you said that. I’m not afraid of you. I like you.”

His lips turned up even more into a full smile.

“I know.”

“And I know you like me, too. That’s why you’re so nice to me. It’s why you keep taking care of me even though you don’t have to,” I sighed and leaned back into him, once again reaching my free hand up to hold the one that was around me, lacing our fingers together on that one, too.

“I find myself…drawn to you,” he said, sounding confused.


“Is it?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“I am not this way.”

“What way?”

“Close to anyone, that is, of course, unless sex is involved,” he added playfully.

“That’s too bad.”

“What is?”

“Everyone needs to find comfort in someone.”

“I could make you comfortable with me.”

“I am comfortable with you.”

He pulled back and looked at me.

“No, I mean comfortable with me,” he growled while he removed his hand from mine and slid it up my thigh.

“I know what you meant,” I giggled again, pushing his hand down a few inches.

I reached up and put my hand on his cheek. He leaned into it as he had done the night before. He closed his eyes.

“Why?” he whispered.

“I don’t know,” I answered, pressing my lips to his other cheek gently.

“I can feel your desire for me,” he said, keeping his eyes closed.

“Can you?”



“Because you tremble when you touch me,” he said, opening his eyes and looking intently into mine.

He pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist. I put my hands around his neck. We were inches apart and I could see deeply into him as I let him see into me. We stayed like that for a long while not speaking, just staring. This was becoming a pastime of ours, both in and out of my dreams.

“I can feel your desire for me, too.”

“Can you?”



“Because you’re pushing it between my legs,” I giggled.

His eyes smoldered as he slowly pulled me closer to press a tender kiss against my lips. I returned his kiss softly and he grazed my lips with his tongue. When I opened my mouth granting him access, he deepened the kiss and we began tasting each other while we battled for dominance. I could feel him swelling, larger and more firmly between my thighs, and I began to grind against him in circles trying to find the perfect spot to give us the friction we both wanted. I felt his hands caressing up and down my back, and I fisted my hands into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. He was devouring me with his mouth until I ended the kiss and pulled back to rest my forehead on his shoulder, closing my eyes.

“Stop,” I said breathlessly.

“Why?” he asked again.

“I don’t know!”

He gently lifted my head from his shoulder and pressed his forehead to mine for a moment before raising his head to look at me once more. He was right. Why was I denying myself this? I wanted him. This was my dream and in my dream he wanted me. I had already accepted that from my last dream, but still I hesitated.

“I want this and I believe you do as well,” he said.

“I do, but I don’t want to be just another woman to you.”

“You are not just another woman. Have I not shown you that?”

“Yes, but I can’t be the other woman. I won’t be. So, please stop.”

“Chelsea, what are you talking about?”

“You aren’t mine!”

“I am not anyone’s!”

“Well, neither am I!”

“Then what is the problem!?”

“You will be!”

“How do you know that!?”

“I just know,” I said quietly looking down, defeated.

A moment of silence passed between us. He gently lifted my chin and traced my face with his fingertips lightly, ending by running his fingers down my cheek.

“Do you want to be mine?” he asked softly.


He smiled and pulled me to him, but before he could kiss me, I stopped him.

“Yet, I’m not.”

His brow furrowed.

“I do not understand.”

“I know.”

“This is your dream. You can do whatever you wish.”

“Exactly. This is my dream.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want to lay down on this sofa with you. I want you to hold me, and I want to look at the stars until I have to wake up.”

“As you wish.”

I lay down on my side and Eric stretched out behind me allowing me to take comfort in him while he wrapped his arms around me stroking up and down my arm until I took his hand and brought it to my chest. I kissed his hand as he kissed the top of my head.

“This is what you want?” he asked.

“Yes. I want to be close to you.”

“You will always feel close to me.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I am part of you now,” he said simply.



Aurelia Gliwiski as Chelsea ‘Cricket’ Kerrigan


Alexander Skarsgård as Eric Northman


Sean Hayes as JP


Tom Selleck as the Doctor


A/N: A huge thank you to MsBuffy for her expert editing skills! Thanks to Gyllene for the beautiful banner! To all of you who are reading this, THANK YOU! I hope you liked it!

Please review! It keeps me going! Thanks for reading! 🙂  

52 Responses to Chapter 18

  1. i hope this memory sticks. coz it’s definitely a doozy! *swoon* 😉
    oh Cricket…you are in one hell of a ride! 😀
    great chapter!!!

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  2. Ha! You and your sexy dream sequences. I have no doubt that she’ll remember the dream quite clearly, but will she believe it to be the truth?

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  3. Deborah Rose says:

    I LOVE this story!! please don’t make us wait too long for an update. : . )

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  4. tj6james6 says:

    Poor Cricket!
    Will she or won’t she?
    Belong to him in the end. That is the question.

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    • kinnik7104 says:

      Well, as you can surmise, there are readers who want him with Sookie but surprisingly (to me anyway) some that want him with Cricket in the end. LOL Which are you? 😉
      Thanks for reading!


      • tj6james6 says:

        Lol, this is the only non E/S TB fic I’m reading and I very rarely read non-E/S SVM since any other combination doesn’t make sense but Cricket has my attention and having my attention is a good thing 🙂
        She reminds me of Sookie in some ways. She does a lot of introspection but she has JP to hash it out with, even when Eric’s blood is confusing her, especially with the combination of a light glamour.

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        • kinnik7104 says:

          What’s funny is that I don’t read non E/S TB/SVM fics either or rarely anyway. I am a true E/S shipper (like Cricket) and in that regard it is really surprising to me that anyone who starts this and realizes that it hasn’t jumped to that point already is still reading.

          It makes me so happy to know that I’ve created a character that people like and seem to be invested in. LOL Thank you for that and for sticking with it! I wish I could give you some hints as to what’s to come, but somebody (usually Eric or my muse) won’t let me spill the beans. 🙂 Too bad there’s not a category for OC in the New Blood Awards. (j/k)

          I can only hope that you, and others, continue to be entertained and satisfied as the chapters slowly take us to where we’re headed…vague enough for you? 😉


  5. Natsgirl says:

    Is it a dream? There is something not quite real and it gives it that ethereal quality. As usual strong writing. Didn’t see Selleck as doctor and I’m beginning to wonder just how many minions are involved!! JP erasing texts? Adds to the suspense though. Now I’m left guessing to the next. Good job!

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    • kinnik7104 says:

      Thanks so much! Who were you picturing as the Doctor? I could only hear his gentle voice when I was writing him. Of course, I think he’s pretty sexy for an older gentleman, so it was easy to imagine he would have a lovely bedside manner. LOL
      I’m thrilled that you’re still guessing. LOVE IT!! ❤
      Thanks for reading! 🙂

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      • msbuffy says:

        Watch the ‘older gentleman’ stuff. Tom Selleck was one of my ‘Eric Northmans’, oh, just a few years back, and I’d love to have a visit with Cricket’s doctor! 🙂

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  6. mom2goalies says:

    I want the dream to be true but I want her to be his! Loving this story and hoping for quick updates!

    Liked by 1 person

    • kinnik7104 says:

      I’m working on it. 🙂 This week got away from me and I fear the next week will as well, but after that, I will have a little more time to dedicate, so HOPEFULLY, I’ll be able to get some updates a little sooner that once a week for you.
      Thanks for reading! I love that you like Cricket so much!


  7. Kittyinaz says:

    Ohh Eric, you glamoured the dr to try to cover up, but it’s too little and too late. And these two need to get their act together. I so want to lock them into a room together!!

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    • kinnik7104 says:

      LOL too little and too late… LMAO
      Yes, it would be fun to lock them in a room together, but only if she’s coherent enough to remember everything and he couldn’t break the lock. LOL
      So awesome that you like her! Thanks!
      And thanks for reading and always reviewing. I really appreciate it!

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  8. mindyb781 says:

    This is so good. Poor cricket everyone kept telling her she was confused but I think she knew exactly what was happening. I think Eric glamoured the nurses about his time at the hospital . I’m thinking that she knows he is a vampire . I don’t understand why she doesn’t what to be his? This is really good.

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    • kinnik7104 says:

      Thank you!!
      Hopefully, I can answer your questions as the story progresses. It’s not that she doesn’t want to be his. She told him she did, but she…she….she…
      Sorry, something is stopping me from telling you more. 😉
      Thanks for reading! I’m glad you like it.


  9. VictoryInTrouble says:

    Oh goodness. I could feel her frustration at trying to convince them about what really happened. Her dream looking in on herself was cool. Of course, so was kissing on Eric. 🙂 I do want to see them together. I thought Sookie in this was married to Compton but maybe I am wrong. Anyway, I really like Cricket. It’s interesting why Eric covered his ears when she shrieked. What is it about her voice? Excellent as always! 🙂

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  10. msbuffy says:

    I am SO excited to see all of these fantastic reviews & comments!! 🙂 It’s so much fun being kinnik’s beta on this story, plus getting the front row seat! I love it as much as the rest of you and can’t wait for the next chapter! I’m a E/S shipper too, but I love Cricket! She the first OC I’ve ever loved this much that has me saying “Who’s Sookie?” Then there’s JP who I just adore. Don’t they both fit in perfectly with the TB cast of true characters?

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  11. lzdiva4 says:

    I feel sorry for Cricket – she knows something’s not right but everyone keeps telling her she’s just confused. Did they glamour everyone? At least she’s not confused in her dreams. 🙂

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    • kinnik7104 says:

      I know, poor Cricket. She can’t even tell anymore when she’s awake and when she’s not. So much has happened to that poor gilr in the last week. 🙂
      Thanks for reading!


  12. dragonfey57 says:

    This story I think has captured Eric much better than many, and the other cast as well. it has a very intriguing plot and I can’t figure out who is in on the joke or not. lol I know not a joke but saying seems to fit.

    I love Eric. I rarely like how Sookie is written, she seems to be like TB a lot even when authors say they like a stronger Sookie. I read in desperation human stories. And i don’t generally like OC. I really don’t. So many OC’s are Betty Sue to me.

    But I love Cricket. Now you have me picturing Eric hovering outside Cricket’s hospital room, before dawn, to see how she is and realizing she heard them. So Viola everybody gets whammied and now i am wondering if somehow Cricket did too. But she seems to loose time, like glamour only kind of works on her. But now, if her dream is real, how did she get all those injuries?

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    • kinnik7104 says:

      Thank you so much! I’m so glad you like her. You have no idea what a HUGE compliment that is.
      I’m glad you’ve given this story a chance and I hope you stick with it.
      She was injured from falling down the fire escape ladder. The fall wasn’t a dream, though she did dream of it afterward when she was sedated, just from a different perspective. Hope that makes sense.
      Thanks for reading and for reviewing. That means the world to me! 🙂


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  15. Great update!
    Loved that sexy dream…
    Poor Cricket! She getting more and more frustrated!
    I’m so glad that this story is getting so many fans!
    Way to go!

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    • kinnik7104 says:

      thanks! It is a huge confidence boost to have so many positive reviews (or any reviews at all LOL) about the characters and the story.
      Yes, poor Cricket, everyone is treating her like she’s confused and it’s making her doubt her own thoughts and reality!
      Glad you liked the chapter!
      Thanks for reading!


  16. jc52185 says:

    Finally able to read this. Poor Cricket. With all these injuries and everyone telling her her memories are false I feel bad for her. Then again she gets to be comforted by Eric so maybe I shouldn’t 😉

    Hope all is going well with you!

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    • kinnik7104 says:

      🙂 The next chapter will be up sometime soon. The first draft is done being edited, but somehow I’ve lost it. Sounds crazy, but true. I’m waiting for MsB to send me another copy. LOL
      Yeah, Cricket is having a hard time with feeling like she’s crazy and no one seems to be disputing that fact.
      Just returned from taking my son to the grandparent’s for the summer. So, things will be quiet. The missing him will come soon, but seeing as I just got back a couple of hours ago, it hasn’t hit me, yet. LOL
      Hope you are well. 🙂


      • jc52185 says:

        Crazy stuff like that happens. Sometimes my files are not where I thought I saved them lol.

        It will be interesting to see how sure of herself she remains or if everyone else starts making her have doubts. Of course going with the assumption that she is not going insane, the question will also be if she starts to have some doubts, how far will Eric let her drive herself insane.

        Enjoy the quiet time. You’ll miss your little guy but enjoy the time as much as you can.

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  17. A new phone and I’m lanched into a world to read your site perfectly. I normally stray from OC but Cricket is adorable. Even in her dreams she keeps herself in check, how frustrating! Great build of drama too!

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    • kinnik7104 says:

      LOL Thank you! I’m thrilled that you are still liking her. I know you read some earlier chapters a while ago. I think/hope you’ll like what’s coming. 😉

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      • I’ve been reading but my old phone was not cooperating in the leave a comment area. A few other authors sites and my old sad phone had that issue. Not anymore! Hooray! Anywho, love your story and will be getting back to more!!!

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        • kinnik7104 says:

          Yeah, I had that problem for a while, too. It was even making checking my comments on my site difficult, too. I finally started using my Kindle, before I got it all straightened out. I’m behind on my reading on your site. Just need about a week without work to catch up! LOL
          Enjoy the rest!

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          • Lol! No worries, I have about three authors I’m playing catch up with right now, you included! 😉 Writing and then finding the time to enjoy reading midst RL is a challenge some days. Now I have my glass of Pinot Griogo and my avacado face mask on, I’m ready to relax and write more of the Exchange Contest fic…or I should say, finish up chapter 2. You amaze me with all the writing on one story like this. I need to finish up some WIP but I love them too much and there is so much more to say, ya know?

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  18. ladytarara says:

    The fact that so many people who are normally Eric and Sookie shippers want Eric to hook up with Cricket is just a testament to how skilfully you have constructed this character. She’s really likeable and engaging and I think that’s why we all forgot about Sookie.
    I’m starting to wonder if all this glamouring might be turning Cricket into an unreliable narrator – a bit kind of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Maybe there will never be a reveal – not a lucid one anyway. Maybe Cricket just keeps getting glamoured and then Eric and Sookie get together??? I have no idea. Better keep reading and maybe I’ll find out!

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    • kinnik7104 says:

      That is such a huge compliment, thank you.

      A quick question, why would you believe she’s been glamoured?


      • ladytarara says:

        I think that’s just my mind making jumpy conclusions . Obviously a wrong one! Can I claim sleep deprivation? Maybe baby brain? My son is 8 months now – I probably wore that excuse out already. Maybe it’s just my desperation to get some answers!

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        • kinnik7104 says:

          LOL. I was just curious. I think you’re the only one that thought that at this point in the story, but I haven’t read the reviews in a while, so I’m probably wrong. So, I was wondering what made you think that. :). Congratulations on the baby! I’m going to parent orientation for incoming 6th graders tonight.


          • ladytarara says:

            Good luck with the orientation. My daughter’s in kindergarten and that combined with a very mobile baby and going back to work / teaching has been a little exhausting! I think I broke my brain trying to come up with conspiracy theories about why Cricket couldn’t remember so much stuff with Eric – maybe it was just the concussions all along!

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