Coraline Jones

Lucy was gone. Her friend, her best friend, herfirstfriend had simply... gone. She'd done the one thing Coraline had always been scared of, she'd finally left her without even saying goodbye. It wasn't fair! It wasn't right! She was her best friend. Why? Why had someone taken her away from her?

Coraline ran, stumbling and falling to the ground where she grazed her knees and hands. Blood clinging to her tights and to her gloves, she let out a sharp yelp of pain and rubbed the back of her sore hands across her face to try and stop the tears falling from her face. Lucy was gone. Picking herself up she ran the final small distance home, slamming the door open she ignored Adam and ran straight to her room. She didn't even take her wellies or her coat off, just simply ran.

Throwing herself onto her bed, Coraline let out a sob before brought the blankets over her to hide her from the outside world. Pressing her face into the pillows, she finally began to cry in earnest. And then she didn't stop crying. Just took long heartbreaking breaths before sobbing harder into her pillow. She couldn't breathe, she didn't want to. It felt like her heart was breaking.

I am in a room with mirrors to which I have the only key. My heart beats very fast, and I am afraid. I should not be here. Mohinder will not like it.

I look in the first mirror. I am there, my blonde hair a tangle as I fight with another boy over a stuffed toy and then another. The toys cry out in familiar voices and I let go, falling backwards, tumbling into the next mirror.

I am stabbing the boogeyman with a fork. I think I am going to eat him. He will do some good before he dies. But he does not die and I am on the ceiling. Small and frightened and screaming. My blood drops from my mouth, until a boy comes. The mirror shatters stabbing him and he dies, but the broken mirror sets me free.

I run and there is another mirror. In it toy soldiers march into dark caves. A tall man with eyes of steel tells me to fill the caves with gas, but I don't want to. Another big man with a sword comes and he saves me, his princess, and tells me the past is not written in stone. I don't understand, so I flee.

A scary man catches me and sings me to sleep. He is not Mohinder or Matt, and I am afraid to sleep, but I can't help it. I sleep, but I am not sleeping beauty. No one can wake me and I am trapped in my nightmare mirrors, spinning from one to another and another until I am screaming at the top of my lungs, shouting but no one hears.

I tell myself I am Alice. It is only a dream and I can wake up.

I do not wake, but the dream becomes nicer. A friend holds me and comforts me. Sometimes he looks like Mohinder. Sometimes I don't recognize him, but he is safe and I curl closer in my dream. "Coraline, you are safe," he tells me, but my name is Molly or Mohinder. I'm confused and I want to wake up.

Mohinder rolled closer to the warmth, reaching out instinctively to pull it closer, tuck it under his arm and against his chest. It didn't budge and nor did it feel familiar, except that it was male and strong and smelled clean. Whoever it was had obviously come to his bed willingly. The fleeting thought crossed his mind that it might be Owen, but his half-conscious mind dismissed the possibility before he could wake enough to worry over it.

Still half-asleep, he smiled and sleeked a hand over a strong abdomen.

There were some things Coraline Jones was very good at. Exploring, football, making Things and an assortment of other oddities. However there was one thing she was very bad at-patience. Coraline had given Adam a whole day to cheer up, practically a lifetime but that was it. Now she had to go and see him and cheer him up.

Coraline stomped away from the Compound in her brand new wellington boots, vivid pink with blue hearts, on the search for Adam Carter. For a spook, for a spy he wasn't awfully hard to find. "Hello Adam!" Coraline said cheerily, waving at Adam. He still looked dreary "You look like it's a rainy day and you're stuck indoors. Except it's not."