Cold. It was so cold in the temporal time portal. Grey was all around me...us...Strobe lights like the middle of a disco flashed around us. Far below us was a white pinprick of light that was quickly growing larger.
Grey clouds, highlighted with silver, streaked past us, or were we streaking past them?
I felt Nick's arms tighten around my waist and I worried about him. He wasn't supposed to be here, Ciara was. The temporal time portal was attuned to Ciara and me. What was going to happen with Nick being here and not Ciara? I would find out.
Nick Carter. Why did he have to play the hero when I told him not to?
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Nick tightened his arms around the petite girl's waist and wished desprately that this was all a bad dream brought on by all that pizza he had last night. He would NEVER order anchovies on his pizza again...for that matter, no more pizza for the rest of his life. He just hoped his life wouldn't end as soon as he was guessing it would.He looked up and saw her looking down at him, her mahogany brown eyes staring at him with such intensity that he nearly looked away. Then she smiled at him and ducked his head closer to her waist.
"Keep close to me," she said, her voice echoing and repeating on itself, "I'm not sure what will happen if you let go of me."
"Trust me, I won't let go," Nick said softly. It was disturbing to hear his voice repeating, yet somewhat comforting as it reminded him of...
"Hang on!" the girl warned him.
Looking down, Nick saw a huge white light, and he squeezed his eyes shut and prayed.
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"Nick?" A warm voice called out to him, waking him from such a sweet sleep. "Nickolas? Are you okay?"Nick opened his eyes to pitch darkness and he gasped in fear, "What's wrong with my eyes? Why is it so dark?!"
He felt hands on his shoulders, holding him down. "Hang on! There's nothing wrong, Nick...it's called night-time. The sun set hours ago."
It was then that Nick realized his eyes were adjusting to the dark. "Where are we?" He felt wooden slats beneath his back, something soft was under his head.
"We're on a ship."
"I know that much," Nick scowled, shrugging off the girl and sitting up, "I can smell the ocean, but it's a bit colder than it was last night."
"That would be because we aren't on the same ship," The girl sighed. "Uh, promise you won't be mad?"
I hate it when girls say that to me. Nick thought, feeling queasy. "Why would I get mad at you?"
But the girl was going on, "I mean, I told you not to bother me and you did anyway. So, it's not my fault, but it's a wonder that you even survived at all since you weren't supposed to go with me. Ciara was, but not you and why did Nick Carter, of all people, have to..."
The sound of a slapping noise broke the girls' rambling.
She held a hand to her cheek, eyes glimmering with tears, visible even in the dark. "I'm sorry, Nick...You weren't supposed to even be aware of me..I failed." She gulped, then continued. "You're on the Titanic, Nick. We've travelled back in time to 1912."