7 Chapter 7 (1/2)

Garret's Point of View:

I am staring down at Jaycie. She is passed out in my lap, and the only reason why I haven't tackled Zachery yet. He is in the other room because he had made the mistake of following us. It took one look from Wilker for him to stop laughing about Jaycie's dancing episode. I had told Wilker, that if I moved Jaycie from my lap, she would wake up because she is such a light sleeper. A great excuse to keep me from being free to knock some sense into Zachery.

”Sir, can you hand me a washcloth.” Wilker walks in, scowling. I just barely catch his last words to Zachery. ”You think this if funny now? You wait until she wakes up and hears what you tricked her into doing. I will tell you now, I am not stepping in. Not even I will be able to stop her.” Through the door I see Zachery's face pale.

”Serves him right. He want's to mess with my girl, wait until I tell her what he did. Because I will be telling her.” I thought. Wilker gets a washcloth, wets it down, and hands it to me. ”You know, I have never had to do this for her.” Wilker says. ”You would think on all the mission's she has gone on, and all the bars she has gone to, at least one person would have slipped something into her drink, but no. I have never seen her like that. Not even in her drunkest state, has she been that out of it.”

I laugh, imaging a just plain drunk Jaycie. ”I bet she won't like the fact that the whole guild saw her dancing with the courtesan's as she likes to call them. And the first one to say something gets clocked in the jaw if they are lucky.” Wilker laughed. ”You will find that she avoids the term 'whore.' She will use about any other name.” I think about every time she has referred to that profession. ”You are right.”

I wipe her mouth with the washcloth, remembering it was in my hand. Then I wiped down the rest of her face, her hands, and try and wash what had fallen down the front of her suit. ”Sir, who do you think drugged her drink, because I am willing to bet it wasn't the bartender.” Wilker raised an eyebrow. ”Honestly, my only guess is that it was Lee. Or maybe that assassin that she pointed out. Didn't you say that they where talking?”

I think for a second. ”Well, if I tell him she took a sip of his beer, I am worried he will go ballistic, but if I don't, I could get in trouble.” ”Well, sir. She also took a sip of his beer. But I am not sure she was in her right mind then.” ”Then that assassin is definitely a possibility.” We are both quiet for a while. ”Put her in the shower, and turn the water to lukewarm, closer to cold. But take out her daggers first. Her suite will get soaked, but we don't have anyone to take her out of it, so she will just have to deal with it. The cold water should wake her up.”

”Yes sir.” I carefully lay her head on the tiles. She stirs slightly letting out a groan. ”Her head is going to be yelling at her when she wakes up.” I thought. I pull out her winger daggers, Lee's daggers, and her hidden ones. Then I pulled off the top half of my suite. ”Something tells me when she wakes up, water is going to fly.” I put all of it safely on the counter. I stand her up easily and carry her to the shower.

Sitting her up against the tile, I make sure she won't fall. Then I turn on the water. I shoot out very cold. Then only warms up slightly. As the water soaks her, I watch as she starts to fall. I immediately push her up, but I had to pass under the water to do it. ”Holy hell. That is freezing.” I immediately pull away from the water. Then I hear a small groan, and a loud, high pitched squeal that makes me cover my ears and jump away.”

Jaycie's Point of View:

I slowly come to. The first thing I feel it cold. Freezing cold. I let out an involuntary squeal. My eyes fly open, and I see a topless Garret diving away from me. I jump up, hitting my head on the faucet, and then slipping on the wet floor, I start falling to the ground. Two arms catch me and pull me out onto a rug. In the background I can hear laughing. ”And the whore wakes up.” I look around. The water is being turned off and I am shivering. Everything is spinning. My head is throbbing.

I can't remember anything after taking the first sip of the first drink. I put a hand on my head and let out a groan of pain. ”Garret?” I ask. ”Yes.” I hear in return. ”What the hell happened. Why am I soaked? Why am I in the bathroom.” Before he can answer my mind adds another question. ”And why is his shirt missing? ” Garret laughs, ”Let's get you in dry clothes before we dive into that fun story.” I don't like the way he says the word fun. ”Can you at least tell me why you are shirtless?” He looks at me and reads my expression.

”Are you worried I did something to you. Or that you did something with me that you are going to regret?” I feel my face turn red. ”No.” ”Yes.” I think. ”Nothing happened between us.” He assures me. I let out a breath of relief, and he leaves the room. Through the door I see Zachery. He is smiling, but Garret says something to him, and he goes pale. ”Did I say something to Zachery earlier. Did I do something or say I was going to? Why in the world would he go pale? ” I think.

Wilker walks in, and I hand my head. ”Hello sir. Can you just tell me what I did and how much trouble I am in?” Wilker laughs, ”Why do you think you are in trouble.” My head flies up. ”Because I am sitting in a bathroom, soaking wet, and can't remember a single thing that happened after my first drink. I obviously got drunk.” Wilker raises one eyebrow. ”Just wait. You will hear everything. Garret is getting you clothes now.”

After a few minutes, Garret enters with a pile of clothes. ”Jaycie, you didn't have any clothes in your old room, so I am letting you borrow some of mine.” He hands them to me and he and Wilker both walk out. Garret grabs a piece of cloth from the counter, a shirt. His shirt. I pull off my soaking wet suite. It falls to the ground with a loud splat. Then I pull on Garret's pants and a shirt. Both are way to big for me. The shirt is comfortable and just feels like a baggy sweatshirt. I actually like it. But I have to hold up the pants with my hands or they will fall.

I walk to the door, holding his pants up, ”Garret, are you still out there?” ”Yes.” He answers. ”Can I burrow a belt. Your pants are falling off me.” I hear a snicker. Then a whack. ”Who the hell is that. And why are they laughing at me? ” I think. After a few minutes, a belt is handed to me through the small gap I have left in the door. I quickly wrap it around my waist. When the pants are staying up, I take a second to look at my outfit. I smile at the thought that I am wearing Garret's clothes.

When I walk out, I see Zachery. ”What the hell is he doing here? What did he do?” I immediately blurt out. Then I add quietly, ”Or what did I do to him.” Zachery jumps up at the last sentence. ”You tried to fight me when you were drunk, and I had to bring you to Wilker. I practically saved you from all those animals.” I smile. ”I can't believe I am saying this but thank you Zachery. I am surprised you didn't shove me to the closets one and sell me.” Garret let's out an evil laugh. ”He didn't shove you to the nearest man, but he certainly didn't bring you to Wilker.” My smile drops, ”What did he do.” I try and move to fast to step up to Zachery and go crashing to the floor. Everything is still spinning.

Zachery laughs at me, and Garret sends him a scowl, and helps me up. ”You okay?” He asks. ”I am fine.” ”Here, lets go to my office.” Wilker said. I go to head to the door, and everything goes tilted. A wave of pain washes through my head. The room starts spinning faster. ”Looks like the after effect of the antidote is having it's affect.” Garret says. He wraps one arm around my neck and hooks one around my legs and lifts me. My hands fly around his neck and I let out a cry, as the world tilts sideways for a second. My head throbs, and I bury my head in his chest.

He laughs slightly, and carry's me out of the room. I only pull my head away from his chest when I am being set down. I had just heard Wilker say, ”Put her in that chair.” I look around, and I am in my favorite chair. I send Wilker a grateful look. I notice Wilker tell Zachery to sit in the chair closest to the door. ”Okay, why are you separating Zachery and I this much. Did I do something to him?” Garret shakes his head; he is sitting right next to me. Wilker sits in his chair and takes a deep breath. ”Jaycie, if you wanted to hurt Zachery before now, you will want him dead now.”

My eyes go wide, and I feel anger boiling in me. My words don't come out in a yell. I don't even raise my voice. I just turn to Zachary and ask calmly, ”What did he do?” He looks like he has seen a ghost. Wilker starts talking. He starts with me going to the door, me drinking three drinks, then taking a sip out of the mans beer. Then Garret takes over, telling me about everything that happened on the roof, and in the alley. When he tells me about how I kicked him, I turn to him. ”I did that?” He nods. I feel myself go red. He continues on to how he left me at the table. Then how when he came back, I was on stage dancing, stirring up the crowd. And how Zachery was right in front of me.

When he finishes his story, I slowly stand up. I turn to Zachery, and the whole world spins. He head throbs again, but after that I am fine. My headache goes away, and the room straightens out. Zachery is standing up to leave, but I get to the door, before he can. He lets out a small scream. My words are deathly calm. ”I want to hear you say it.” He shakes, ”Say what?” I smile. It makes him take a step back, but I take one right up to him. ”Tell me what you told me to do when you knew I was drugged. Or at the very least when I was drunk. When you knew I couldn't control my actions? Tell me.” He shoots a glance at Wilker. I watch Wilker raise his hands, as I say. ”Oh Zachery, trust me. Wilker is smart enough to not jump in right now. There is nothing he can do anyway.”

Zachery takes another step back, and I take another one towards him. ”Tell me now, and what I am going to do won't get any worse.” His eyes go wide. ”What are you going to do?” He asks. ”Tell me what you did.” ”I told you that you belonged on the stage, and you went over there with my help. Then you started dancing.” I laugh. He looks out right shocked. I laugh again. ”Why are you laughing.” He asks. ”Oh, because you have found hell. Many people have asked if there is a place in this world where you can find hell without dying. And you have found that answer. You have found it.” He whimpers.

I cock my head. ”Now, I am giving you three seconds to run, because when I catch you, not even the bravest assassin would risk pulling me off you.” He looks outright terrified. ”Three.” I sing out. He seems frozen in fear. I wipe non-existent dust off his shoulders. ”Two.” I say. This unfreezes him, and he runs out of the office. ”One.” I take off after him. He heads for the door of the guild, but all the other assassins are filing in, so he has to turn. As we pass them, I swipe someone's daggers. They don't even notice. I keep following Zachery. He tries to lose me, but I am gaining on him. He passes the front hall again, but the door is still crowded. He tries to push through everyone, but I catch the back of his shirt, and throw him to the ground. I pounce on him and pin him with my knees. He screams to his buddies. ”One of you. Help me. Help now.”

He is actually begging for help. I raise one eyebrow. My voice is still calm. Deadly calm. There is a crowd around us. Wilker and Garret have joined the crowd. I look up at everyone, and they are all staring. One of them notices the daggers in my hands and looks at his sheaths. He has anger in his eyes. ”You stole my daggers.” He takes a step towards me, but I ask him a question with my even, quiet but strong voice. ”Did you watch me dance on that stage?” He swallows. ”Yes.” ”Did you try and help me down, try and stop me? Because everyone in this guild knows that is, I were in my right mind, I wouldn't have been up there.”