ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #7
Date: 11/20/2016,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner
iCarly/Victorious: Schneider’s Island #7 – Sizzle [Warning - there is no sex in this story, please don't hate me for that, but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless] A bomb could have gone off in the inn and Jade West wouldn't have noticed, her entire world crashing down around her head and nothing but buzzing in her ears had turned her perception off completely. She didn't hear the screams and the sirens that were now growing to deafening levels. Nor could she see beyond those blurry red and tear covered eyes. And she could barely feel her body moving as Freddie pulled her from the room, and ushered her to her makeshift room with Tori right by her side. It was just unreal, Jade's scrambled brain f*rced out. Her dad was gone. And just as she had begun to make peace with him. He would never know how much she really loved him, or how sorry she was for being a bitchy teenage girl for most of her life. But worst of all was what he couldn't do; he would never have the chance to walk her down the aisle or be a grandfather to their ch*ld, or anything. "Hey," a voice said, breaking her from her shattered future, and she quickly realized it was Freddie sitting on the edge of her bed. And then she noticed she was lying down and Tori standing over her. "Jade, baby… are you there?" 'Yeah…" she said weakly, causing Freddie and Tori to exchange looks. "Ok…" he said with a deep breath. "I need to go back down there and help with… I don't know… I guess I need to ...
... step up for this. Tori is going to look after you, ok?" Jade weakly nodded as Freddie stood and embraced Tori whispering something in her ear which seemed to be a surprise, but the look was completely missed by the barely conscious girl on the bed. "Take care of her…" he said with a heavy sigh. "Call me if there is anything happening." "Got it," Tori said, holding onto the hug for a second too long before he pulled away and headed out the door. * * * "I need everyone to stay calm, and to stay together!" An older, gravelly voice called to the den full of crying and scared people. The voice belonged to Sheriff Bobby Singer, who looked around the same age as Col. Shay but his face was much more sunken, and a salt and pepper beard hid much of his facial nonverbal signals. Behind him stood two deputies, quiet and stiff. "Listen," he said with a commanding voice that sounded more like someone from the deep south than a Washington native. "Everyone needs to report to their rooms and no one should be alone. I will be by to talk to each and everyone here. No one is to leave this building without talking to me first." There was a steady sound of grumbling as people stood and headed off to their respective rooms while careful whispers began to move like waves through the crowd. Including Spencer and Amy who were so busy going back and forth about this ordeal, that they didn't pay attention to Savan-na. As the young girl walked by one of ...