June's Little Light

Departures and Arrivals

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Marie Lu owns it all.

A/N: Wazzup b-words. I've missed you all. Ha. I speak like I have a fan base. I like to think I do, okay? Anyways.

Important: this is a short but multi-paraghaph story about June and Day. However, I have changed some details. 1) Day wasn't in a coma for too long. 2) You will find out later.

I hope you guys enjoy this. Please let me know what you think. I'm not sure how many chapters this will be total. You should know that this isn't action packed. There's not much of a plot to it. This is mainly cute fluff after the third chapter.

June

The morning Day left the country, I had thrown up. Tess had assured me it was due to my disarray from his departure. I listened and didn't think anything of it. I vomited again Friday evening. Now, lying flat out on my back staring up at three dark clouds and Pascao's frowning form with ten stars dancing across my vision, I wondered if it was more. I was a fit girl. Running eight miles in the morning wasn't something unusual for me, especially since I had declined Anden's offer the moment Day left Antarctica. I took over Commander, not lost to the vengeful feeling I gained as I did. It put me in the field enough to keep my mind mostly off of the gaping black hole slowly forming in my soul. Every morning right before dawn approached, Pascao and I ran on the track. It was my favorite time of the day. The approaching light paired with the intense activity and somebody to talk my ear off made me feel whole again.

"June? Can you hear me?" Pascao was shouting, and it didn't help the heat rushing through my body.

"Yes," I paused, mentally checking over my body. "I passed out, but I wasn't shot."

"No," Pascao laughed nervously as he glanced over his shoulder. "No. You weren't shot. Why did you pass out?"

He helped me sit up, and the edges of my vision started to blacken. I blinked it back to the best I could. "It's not hot. We had barely begun our run. I ate and drank plenty this morning."

"You don't know?" Pascao asked.

"I didn't say that," I hissed. My tone was icy cold. He was one of my captains, and I knew every second he spent with me he was always unsure whether I was his friend or his commander. It was silly considering I treated him the same either way. "But yes. I don't know."

He snorted and cracked a smile. "Should we call Tess?"

He always wanted to call Tess. I shook my head. "I'm fine." It was a common lie I said lately. Rarely did it apply to my physical being. I looked around. Four people were gawking at us. By their lingering gazes, they recognized me. I ignored them and stood, swaying on my feet. "I'll get water and be back out."

He protested, but ultimately I had more authority. After gulping down a quarter of my water, not enough for a stomachache, I stared out at the track and regained some energy. It didn't make sense. Was I ill? I had never felt so weak before. It reminded me when Day had cradled me against his chest in the underground tunnels when I was sick.

Now my heart clenched, as well. My mouth went dry, and I took another sip of water. The thoughts ran through my head no matter how hard I fought them.

Where was he? I knew he arrived safely, but did he like it there? The world was so different in Antarctica. The idea of basing every move off of points was so foreign to me. It would be to trivial knowing all that I had been through here. However, Day didn't know what he had been through. Still, he knew what life was like in the Republic before. Either way, I was sure he was happier than he was before.

I went back out and joined Pascao. My head was spinning towards the end of the run. I didn't think too much of it. If something were wrong, I'd find out eventually.