Forced Together: A Merome (BajanCanadian x JeromeASF) Fanfiction

Mitch P.O.V:

It all happened so suddenly. Jerome and I were driving along the highway when the semi came plowing into our car.

I was dazed. Everything seemed distant, my vision and hearing foggy, my ears ringing as my mind processed the terrible feelings of pain. Jerome's pleas and cries for help seemed to get further and further away as I slipped into unconsciousness. Then everything went black.

-Later-

I awoke, but I couldn't open my eyes. My limbs refused any commands I gave, yet I could hear everything around me. I stood in complete numbness, deprived of hearing, sight, and movement.

I heard the steady beat of the heart monitor beside me, and smelled the sterile hospital. But everything else around me was a complete mystery. I didn't know if anyone was around me. I wanted to call out, but my voice was lost along with me in the dark, lonely room.

I heard footsteps coming towards me. Not one, but two people were here, as far as I could tell.

"He's in a coma. We were lucky that we could save him at all." A male's voice, presumably the doctor.

"Is there any hope for him waking up?" All at once, I was brought back to life. I felt myself return to my body, waking up. The monitor beeped faster.

"I need assistance!" called the doctor.

As I opened my eyes, I saw someone. That someone was the single person that I detested with every fiber of my being.

Jerome.

Jerome P.O.V:

Relief flooded me as I saw Mitch's eyes open. But fear came directly after as I saw his eyes, burning with hatred. I screeched in pain as he reached up and dug his nails into the back of my neck.

"Mitch! Stop!" I begged, slowly sinking to the ground in shock and pain.

"What are you doing here!?" He shouted at me. The doctor rushed in with a few nurses and restrained Mitch, while one nurse injected something into the tube connected to his arm. All at once, Mitch calmed down as the fluid entered his bloodstream.

"Get him out of here." Mitch whispered to the doctor, pointing at me limply. I got up weakly, and stumbled out of the room, tears spilling as I ran.

-1 week later-

Mitch P.O.V:

When I was admitted out of the hospital, Adam suggested a group camping trip to celebrate. I agreed, and we set the date for tomorrow. It was a long weekend, too. I hurried home to start packing.

-the next day-

I met Adam at his house, ready to go. I had no idea who was coming until I got there. I was greeted by Adam, Ty, Jason, Preston, Quentin, Dakota and... Jerome. He shied away from me, standing far away from me and never making eye contact.

We drove for hours, heading far into the mountains. Camping trips for us didn't means spending the night in an R.V at a campground. We loved to survive, and that's what we did. We brought minimal supplies, which included a tent, a limited supply of food and water (definitely not enough for the entire trip), medical supplies, and a sleeping bag and pillow.

When we found a clear spot to stay, I pitched a tent quickly and easily.

"Alright, now time to assign pairs to tents." Adam declared.

"Ty and Jason, tent 1. Quentin and Preston, tent 2. Dakota and I will have tent 3, and Mitch and Jerome will have tent 4." He pointed out each tent. I stomped to my tent angrily. Surely Adam knew how much I hated Jerome. I sat down on my sleeping bag, sorting my supplies. I'd need to go hunting and gather enough food for at least a day. I heard Jerome come into the tent, but I didn't look up.

"Mitch, why do you hate me so much?" Jerome asked suddenly, sitting on my sleeping bag.

"Get off my sleeping bag, and back to your side of the tent." My words were cold as I pointed sharply to his spot. He moved away from me, but asked again.

"Why do you hate me though?" He asked.

I stopped short. Why did I hate Jerome? I don't remember when or why I started hating him. But I was sure it was a good reason.

"I just do." I replied shortly. I Got up and headed out of the tent to join the others by the fire. They were discussing a hike tomorrow.

"Might want to bring a weapon. You never know where a mob could be." Ty warned. Everyone nodded. We sat by the fire and talked and laughed, but Jerome never joined us.

'Good.' I thought sourly.

-the next morning-

We all got up early and ate quickly. I grabbed my bow and arrows, and pushed a dagger into it's holder on my belt. We headed out, with me in the front and Jerome in the back. We hiked for some time until I looked up and noticed the black clouds, thundering ominously.

"Shit, looks like a storm." Muttered Jason. Just then, I bolt of sizzling energy struck the ground before them. Everyone screamed and jumped back. After a moment, everyone calmed down. Then Preston spoke.

"Has anyone seen Jerome?"

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A/N: This is one of 6 parts. Enjoy! c:

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