Anything For Rachel

Chapter Eight.

                  

Like I had suspected, the week was going by quickly.

Maybe because I have been through this whole ordeal before, or maybe I'm just better tempered, but regardless, the time was hard on Logan, but didn't really bother me. He just couldn't understand why we were being locked up like prisoners. I'd tried to explain to him, to make him see, that outside of this room is nothing but intense danger, not only for me, but for him too. Even seeing a place like this, and having Pedro show him some of what he could do, Logan often still seemed skeptical, like he thought at any moment the cameras would come out and surprise him and we'd be laughing about this back at home on our couch by tomorrow.

I'd done my best to keep him distracted, but there was little to do in this room. Luckily, I was eating like a true queen. Logan took full advantage of the little kitchen, only ever having to call the kitchen when he'd need more supplies.

At night, or day, I'm not really sure which, but when Logan would fall asleep, I'd be lying in bed beside him, my mind wandering to what is going on on the other side of that door. Octavia said I could leave whenever I wanted, but I knew I needed to wait. I was curious though, what, or who might be right outside. I often would lay there, staring at the door until sleep would finally pull me under, leading me right into a fit of vivid dreams, and then another long day in the blue room.

On the fifth day, Octavia finally came through with getting me a call to Rose. She'd come in all bright and cheery, carrying one of those old satellite phones I'd used here before.

"Momma?" Rose's sweet little voice filled my ears and warmed my heart.

I had tears in my eyes instantly. "Hi, baby, how are you?"

"I'm good." She said happily. "Guess what!"

I sat on the edge of the bed, Logan hovering beside me. "What?"

"Papa Pedro and me went on a plane!" She cheered. "A big one."

"No way!" I faked shock. "That is so cool, so you went flying?"

"Yep." She giggled. "Oh and there was a store at the place with the planes, and guess what they had!"

"Tell me." I smiled, her cheer making me feel whole.

"There were fairy figures." She announced. "Lots of them, and Papa Pedro bought them all for me!"

"Oh, wow!" I laughed and I could see Logan smiling. "You better tell Papa Pedro that he had better not be spoiling my sweet little girl."

She giggled again. "I don't want to tell him that." She laughed and I did too. "Are you and daddy having fun?"

"Yes, baby, but we miss you so so so so much."

"Can I talk to daddy?" She asked sweetly.

"Of course." I smiled, but I noticed the look on Octavia's face, and it was not a happy one. "I love you so much, Rose." I told her. "Be good for Papa Pedro, yes ma'am?"

"Yes ma'am, and I love you too. To the sky, the moon, the sun, and the stars."

"To the sky, the moon, the sun, and the stars." I repeated, then passed the phone over to Logan.

"Rosebud!" He smiled into the phone, his face lighting up like I haven't seen in days. "You flew on a plane?" He asked her. "Wow, that is the most amazing thing I've ever heard." He paused, letting her talk. "Really? How many?" He asked her. "Nice." He said nodding his head. "Guess what!" He told her. "We flew on a plane too, but our airport didn't have any cool stores like yours did, you're so lucky." They continued to prattle on, back and forth, and Octavia waved me over into the kitchen areas with her.