A/N: A few edits have been made. Not much, just some cleaning up, I hope.
1. Grand Theft Auto
The mistake was opening the front door. Lauren took one glance and seized. She tried to step backwards but Evony's palms slammed against her, throwing her body against the wall, back-first, head smacking against the plaster. Fingers snatched around her throat, spanning over her neck before digging into her skin.
Lauren's breath jammed in her throat as a knife pressed to her skin. Her brain went into overdrive, rapidly compiling then analyzing the last few seconds. The conclusion was simple: she was about to die.
"You did this to me," Evony hissed out. "You self-righteous bitch. I did nothing to you, I helped you and for what?"
Lauren opened mouth and the knife pressed closer against her artery, cutting into the first layer of skin. Jaw tightening, she tried to breathe, but Evony pressed against her lungs, restricting movement.
"I spent centuries rising to the top, overcoming barbarians, priests, and kings of unbelievable power! I endured indignities you couldn't even imagine and came out on top," she laughed, her breath scraping against Lauren's face. "But then I get taken down by you? A human scientist?"
Lauren stared at her wordlessly. She could see Evony's eyes flashing, feel her breath snarling against her. The hand around her throat tightened and she choked, gasping against it. The knife pressed threateningly closer, perpendicular to her throat. Lauren stilled beneath it.
She was going to die and the last conversation passed between Bo and her had been a fight about joining the Dark Fae. Some rationale part of her brain understood that Bo would regret that more than herself, and it wasn't fair on her. Really, she should ring her up and apologise because the conversation had been ridiculous.
Lauren vowed to make amends. If she lived long enough.
Evony cried out, crushing her palm against the esophagus "Who do you think you are?" the knife nicked her skin, and Lauren felt blood slip down her throat. She was shaking, her throat swelling with words she couldn't say. "I'll slit your throat, I'll shred it for your little succubus to find. And wouldn't that just be a divine sight to behold?"
"Ev-"
"Don't you dare say my name." Lauren tried to breathe, bring oxygen to the brain and focus on what was happening. She could feel blood running down her throat, the knife against her wound. There was a loud pounding in her ears that she knew were her common carotid arteries pulsing oxygen through her head and neck. At least the oxygen was trying to get there.
By now the hypothalamus has told the nervous system to send out impulses to glands and muscles. Her adrenal medulla has released epinephrine, relaxing her muscles, slowing her breath to stop her from panicking while keeping her heart rate up. Simultaneously, Norepinephrine has rushed through her body, making her aware of every breath Evony pulled, of how dilated her pupils were and the perspiration on her skin.
But even when adrenocorticotropic hormone was released by the pituitary gland, Lauren didn't have an escape plan. She has nothing except fear and a cocktail of hormones trying to get her to fight or run.
And Evony was holding her inert.
"I did nothing to you and you gave me this- this life!"
Humanity. She gave her humanity. Lauren stared, she was so close, she could see droplets on the end of Evony's eyelashes. Lauren felt her mind rationalize the tears: excess basal was a stretch, but reflex was a possibility. However, it could just be emotional. Pure, emotion as the endocrine system triggered the release of hormones within the ocular area.
Impossible. Leanan Sidhe gain emotions from their feeds. Evony wasn't human, therefor sociopathic nature is likely to result from the way her brain has developed as a fae.
Still, anger and frustration were a possibility.
"Pay attention to me," Evony snapped, her hand squeezing until she couldn't breathe. "There we are. Do I have your attention now?" Her voice sounded thick and sweet. Lauren glared.
The squeezing shadowed darkness around her eyes. Lauren gave in, nodding rigidly. The hand relaxed a fraction enough to breathe. Gratefully, Lauren gulped oxygen into her diaphragm, scowling at the Morrigan.
"You took away what I was, everything I built and lived for. Why?" She asked. Anger was swelling inside Evony again. "Because I have no idea what I've done to you, Lauren. I have a long list of enemies and I know what I did to each and every one of them, but you? You're this...this wild card!" Evony's throat crackled. Lauren ducked her eyes away, swallowing roughly at the noise.
She did this.
Shit. "Are you-?"
"Don't," she warned. "So help me, I will kill you if you dare suggest that I-I'm-" her throat cut off and Lauren watched her grasp at pride. Evony blinked rapidly, shaking her head. Realising she was being watched, she growled and pushed Lauren backwards, slamming her head against the wall.
Darkness pounded around Lauren's eyes, a dull moan constricted against her fingers. She could see the Morrigan breathing rapidly, feel her fingers shaking against her throat. Then, without warning, Evony dropped her hand away, taking a step backwards. She took a gulping breath, exerted as the knife slipping from her grasp. Lauren stared at her, figuring out what was happening as Evony grabbed her waist, her knees collapsing underneath her.
Scrambling, Lauren caught her, pinning Evony's hand over the damp dress. Damp. Sticky. She pulled her hand back, seeing red on her fingertips. Clamping it back over the wound, she took a breath. There wasn't much – well, there was a lot but Evony was breathing, had been able to focus her anger on attacking her.
Just an incision. Probably. She needed to see. Could be a laceration though the dress' tear implied otherwise. Blood loss was probably somewhere between ten and twenty percent. She needed to stop it soon.
"What happened?"
Between clenched teeth, Evony hissed out, "I'm fine."
"You're human now. This wound could kill you. Just let me-"
"I said I'm fine!" she snapped, trying to pull away.
Her movements slowed. Right now, epinephrine and norepinephrine were becoming diluted inside her. Lauren reached forward, grabbing her arm. "Evony…"
"Stop it!" she snapped, her gaze faltered. She squeezed her eyes shut, tensing as she pulled away from Lauren. "Just leave me be."
"You'll go into shock."
"I'm not in shock. I don't go into shock. That's-"
"Human. Emotional shock, as well as physical. You'll go into the latter if I don't stop this bleeding. Let me fix this." Evony glared, breathing out through her teeth. "You could die. Please, just let me-"
"Let you what? Infect me with something else? Or perhaps allow you to cut me open so you can study your progress from the inside, hmm?"
Lauren's shoulders dropped. She deserved that. Quietly, she finished, "Let me stitch the wound."
"Isn't this what you wanted?" she asked. "Me, dead? Isn't that why you...did this?" she was exerted, eyelids growing heavy. Lauren's gaze flickered from her face, the dress, working out how much blood she was losing. "Tell me you wanted this, Lauren."
"No." The answer was soft, and Evony loosened at the word. Singularly spoken, almost sighed out as if Lauren wished she did want her dead. Evony was too tired to understand it. This time, she didn't stop Lauren when she reached out.
"Why should I let you help?" she asked, her eyes rolled to look at Lauren. "After everything you did?"
"Because." Lauren grunted, still holding Evony's hand to the wound as she lifted them both onto their feet. "You came here," she said. "After you were attacked."
"Oh please, don't flatter yourself." The eye roll was tiredly thrown, her eyelids flickering. "I hate you. I want you dead. Permanently. Head mounted on the wall...blah blah imagine some…" her hand waved sluggishly, "grande Bond villain speech. I'm too tired to come up with one."
"I know." Lauren helped her over to the lounge, setting her down gently. She rose again, taking a short look at Evony. Blood had smeared on the Morrigan's cheek, spilled over her fingertips. She needed to work, now.
Grabbing her medical kit from her work desk, Lauren walled herself from the hollow gut feeling. She had a patient, she needed to work, not feel negative emotions. It was easier to walk back, thinking this.
"Don't fall asleep," she said, seeing Evony's head roll back on the lounge's spine.
"Oh bite me. I know you do." Lauren kneeled before her. Hesitant to say something as she opened the first aid. Evony's eyes snapped open, narrowing down at her. "What? It's not like you haven't been there before."
"You need to take your dress off." The glare came sharply, dangerous enough that Lauren fumbled briefly before she inched forward. Evony snapped backwards from her, holding her hatred firmly in place.
There was something else in the expression, something that shuddered through Lauren's spine.
She never thought to find it there. Fuck. She never thought to find herself face-to-face with Evony again. Lauren looked away, nauseous. "I-I can't look at the wound when you're..."
The Morrigan swallowed, looking away as she gestured for Lauren to go at it because she clearly couldn't do it herself.
"I am sorry."
"Fuck your apologies."
Lauren let out a breath, oddly comforted by the words as she reached forward. Her fingers remained steady as she unzipped the dark material, peeling it down her ribs. Evony's skin flinched, trembling as the dress pulled from the stab wound.
This time, Lauren bit back the apology, Evony didn't want it. She wanted results.
With the dress, hanging around her hips, Lauren snapped on nitrile gloves. This was just another patient. She checked Evony's expression, making sure she was conscious, before reaching forward, slowly touching the edges to examine the wound. Deep, not deep enough to cause major damage to the flesh. Blood was flowing, but there were signs of coagulation. She reached to the kit, grabbing cotton gauze.
Evony, thankfully, remained quiet as she cleaned the blood from her skin, giving her an area to disinfect before she numbed the wound.
Lauren glanced up, watching relief flood through Evony as a sigh exhaled. Her muscles relaxed beneath her touch before Lauren began stitching the wound together.
"Almost over." Lauren cleaned the wound again, bandaging it up before she snapped off her gloves and disposed of the used utensils. Evony went to tug the dress back on before Lauren's hand grabbed her wrist. "Just...get out of the dress. I'll get you something."
She returned shortly, loose cotton pants and shirt in hand. Evony's hesitant but smart enough to allow help getting into the clothes, Lauren immediately moved shortly thereafter to get rid of the dress before Evony could realise what was happening to her favourite Chanel number.
"Why are you doing this?" Evony asked when a glass of orange juice and food was pushed into her hands. Lauren blinked at her, tucking strands of blonde hair behind her ear. She's uncertain of the answer, but too afraid not to.
"Because," Lauren sighed, "whether you believe it or not, killing you is not what I wanted."
"You could have fooled me with your superior, gloating act."
Something defensive flared up inside of Lauren. She could feel Evony's pride like midsummer glare. Smiling bitterly, her breath hissed before she spoke. "You did lock me up in a dungeon. After sending someone to sleep with me. Not to mention you played tricks, allowed the Light to hold Nadia over me even though you knew what happened."
"Ah, yes. So it was just payback then?" The orange juice pressed to her lips, her eyes hovering on Lauren's while she waited for an answer.
She was studying her, Lauren realized, looking for a chink in her armour.
Carefully, she chose her words. "Partially. Not all of which was necessarily directed at you. I had bigger plans at hand."
"Well, congratu-fucking-lations. Payback received." Evony sighed, dropping her head back against the couch. Quiet froze over them, keeping them tense. As Lauren tidied up the mess, Evony finished off the food and set the plate down. "You're a cold hearted bitch, Lauren," she said, looking over at her. "But I can almost respect it."
"Almost?"
"Directed at someone else, I would have offered you praise. Hell, if you even told me your plan I might have helped you take some Elders down that have been grating on my nerves. But needless to say, I'm taking it a little personally." Lauren stepped closer, setting down on the opposite side of the couch.
"Ev-" she stopped, thinking better of it. "I didn't realize that-"
"Don't," she warned. "I'm tired as it is. And..." her throat swelled. She turned her head away, jaw clenching. "Well, I have nowhere else go." She let out a barking laugh, the irony not escaping her.
"What about-?"
"What?" the anger returned vehemently as she snapped her eyes to Lauren. "Friends?" she offered, "Or perhaps you think that someone I know wouldn't see this-this bullshit as a step up the ladder and snap me in half with their bare hands." She breathed out heavily, hand over her wound. "You took everything. My power, my position...and my life. And the thing is, I think you were hoping this would happen."
"I didn't-"
"Think?" she offered. "Oh, I believe you did. In fact," Evony leaned forward, smirking as she invaded Lauren's personal space, "I think you're a lot darker than you let on, Doctor Lewis." Lauren held her breath, staring. She refused to give in to the obvious bait being offered. "And I'm betting you enjoyed working for the Dark. More-so than you realise."
"I didn't. I did it-"
"For Bo?" Evony laughed. Then, seeing Lauren's expression, the way her muscled shook with tension, she quickly sobered up. "I'm sure you tell yourself that to keep warm at night. But between you and me, we both know that you did it to get off."
Lauren's face twisted furiously before she stood up, walking away from the conversation before she accidentally punched the Morri gan again.
Evony laughed mirthlessly as she asked, "Was it something I said?"
Lauren turned to say something, a defense on her tongue when the apartment door slammed back on the wall. Jumping, she turned, coming face-to-face with a man holding a gun, pointed at her. "Human."
Lauren's brows raised. "Yes?"
"No, not you. Her." The gun moved to Evony.
"Oh, right. Lauren, I forgot to tell you, I'm being hunted down by the Dark Fae and it's all your fault." Evony sighed, "In fairness I didn't think you were that close behind me. I would have thought the explosion might have stopped you."
"You left an easy trail to follow."
Evony's brow pulled before she remembered the blood. "Oh. Right." As the man stepped closer, her body tensed, anticipating what was going to happen. Something stopped her, schooling her features, she waved her hand carelessly at the man. "Get it over with, I want to see what all the fuss about damnation is about anyway."
Lauren looked from the gun to the man, calculating her move carefully. He held the weapon steadily with both hands. The safety clicked off and Lauren stepped closer. "You can't," she said firmly.
The man looked to her. Registering that she was in the apartment as well. "I'll kill you too," he warned.
"She's claimed by Bo, you can't take her." Lauren was almost surprised by how quickly the lie came.
Evony stilled, then changed her expression before the hired gun could see. Instead, she looked to Lauren, watching the doctor raise her hands in surrender, moving to step in front of the gun. Idiot.
"So? She doesn't care for her-"
"You really want to take her on when she finds out what happened?" She stepped closer. He wasn't much taller than her, lithe, dark hair. Lauren tensed, then relaxed. "Look at her, she's in my apartment, in my clothes, looking pretty relaxed if you ask me. Does that look like someone who broke in?" The man glanced over to Evony before Lauren lunged, her hands grabbing his wrist, disarming the gun.
He struggled to fire, but his finger was torn away from the trigger. Lauren squeezing, twisting as she broke his wrist before she kicking him backwards. The gun dropped to the carpet. Grabbing the weapon, Lauren pointing it to him, clicking the safety back off. "Bad move," she smirked.
"Woah," he stepped back. "Look, I just want her."
"Kill him," Evony demanded. Lauren didn't pay attention, sidestepping to block her view from the man.
"Leave," Lauren said. "Or I'll shoot you in the foot. Then I'll start aiming higher," she lowered the weapon, keeping eye contact. He didn't move, eyes switching from Lauren to Evony. "The wound won't kill you, technically. You'll bleed out first. If I shoot you in the leg you'll be in pain for about as long as it takes for someone to find you here and call the ambulance. Unless you crawl yourself over to my phone which is hanging over the kitchen bench. You probably can't see it. If you don't make it, well, you've got about three hours of pain to deal with, but don't worry, the first few seconds it'll just feel hot. Then your brain will register something's wrong and start receiving signals from nerves around the wound, telling you you're in some of the worst pain imaginable."
The guy blinked, but didn't say anything, paling at the idea. Evony tried not to laugh.
"Leave or you won't live long enough to feel humiliated when your buddies find you curled up at my doorstep." The guy stumbled back, then ran from the apartment. The moment his footsteps faded, Lauren began to tremble. Safety back on, she slammed the door shut, locking it behind her before she sagged, falling to the ground. "Shit."
"He's not the last one," Evony said calmly. "There are others. Better ones. He just managed to stumble across me on my way here."
"And you lead them to me?" Lauren asked, raising her head to look at the woman on her couch. Evony didn't look all that amused. If anything, she looked hurt. Lauren frowned, remembering what she said. She had nowhere else to go. "Bo-"
"Send me to that insipid bitch and I'll kill myself before she gets a chance to interfere with her succucrotch." She tilted her head, looking away spitefully, "Though I doubt that I could claim the bounty if I kill myself. Not that I need ten million."
"Ten mil-" Lauren shut her mouth, diverting the conversation. "What do you want from me, Evony? Do you want me to get shot as well?" Evony shrugged. Rolling her eyes, Lauren threw her hands in the air. "Of course you do. Fine. Sure, come to my house and take out two birds one stone, hmm? I'm sure that'll fix all your issues."
"Look, for what it's worth, I didn't think they were that close behind me. I thought I had enough of a window to kill you, grab what I could and move on."
Lauren raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. She held Evony's gaze before sighing. "Come on," she said dryly. "I have a plan." Sort of.
Walked over, she grabbed her medical kit and continued down to the hall, into her bedroom. Evony followed, passed the wall of artwork, before leaning against a chest of drawers as Lauren tore through her belongings. She threw supplies into two separate duffle bags, grabbing a small box from the bottom of her wardrobe before zipping up both bags, filled with clothes, amongst other odds and ends. She slung one over her shoulder, throwing the other at Evony.
"What are you doing?"
"What's right," Lauren said. "Just...follow me." Outside the apartment, Lauren lead Evony down to the apartment parking lot where she pulled out her coat hanger. "Unwind it," she directed, handing over the wire coat hanger.
"Why?"
"Just do it." She paused, looking at Evony. "Please."
Evony blinked, unwinding the metal as Lauren pushed down on one of the car's windows. When there was enough of a gap between window and door frame, she took the coat hanger from Evony and maneuvered it to the lock.
"You've got some skills."
"Yeah, well, we're going to need them," Lauren said. The door opened and quickly she climbed into the driver's side, pulling out a set of other tools from one of the bags and began undoing the panel underneath the steering wheel "If you asked me this morning what I'd be doing. Helping you escape isn't one of them."
"You're not going to just leave me with a rigged-up car to drive, are you?" she asked. "Where will I go?"
"I'll take you to someone, get you new papers. You can go to Australia for all I care."
"It's been a while since I've surfed the coast," she admitted. "But these papers better be good. If I get to prison, so help me-"
"You'll what? If you had friends in high places, you wouldn't be here," Lauren said, fiddling with wires as she attempted to hotwire the car. Evony stared at her, arms folded across her chest. At the silence, Lauren looked up, offering her a smile. "They'll be good enough. I have a good contact."
"I'm supposed to believe you're doing this out of the kindness of your heart?"
Lauren was quiet, fiddling with the wires before the sound of the engine started. "Yes!" she grinned, sitting back up in the driver's seat. The tools went back into the bags, tossed over in the backseat, before she climbed in properly, shutting the car door. Looking up at Evony, she directed her eyes to the passenger's seat beside her, winding down the car window. "Are you coming?"
"Where are you driving to?"
"Australia," Lauren smiled. The Morri gan didn't smile back. "Look, just trust me."
"Cute."
"I'm serious. I mean-" her hands scrunched up, frustrated that she couldn't find the words. Dropping them, she sighed, looking up at Evony. "Don't trust, trust me, whatever you want to do Evony. Just get in the car."
"Or what?"
"Or I'll leave and you can do whatever it is that you want to do. I mean, clearly you can sort out this mess yourself," she said dryly. Evony breathed in, holding it in her lungs before she dropped her folded arms.
"Fine." She stalked around to the passenger side of the car, ripping the door open and climbing inside. "Who's car is this anyway?"
Lauren smirked, the window going back up, "yours, actually. Well, one of them."
Evony's eyes ran over the car, not recognising it. "Dark Fae company car?" she asked.
"You're still the Morri gan, you know. So it's still yours."
"I know that," she bit back, sulking. "In bond only. I walk into my office and I'll be a human shishkabob." Her hand flicked nonchalantly, but guilt had begun to worm its way into Lauren's stomach. "Thanks for that, by the way."
"Think of it as an extended holiday?"
"My accounts are frozen. My homes were taken," she breathed out, shaking her head. "And I need a manicure."
Taking the gear stick in hand, Lauren pulled the car into reverse. The reverse camera came up and immediately Lauren slammed on the breaks, staring at the man holding a gun. "Get down."
"Why-?" A shot fired and Lauren let go off the breaks, pushing her foot down on the accelerator. The wheel spun in her grip as she swung the back of the car, not to the man, but towards the other bounty hunters standing by. "I take it that ten million means a lot to some fae."
"They want to name a new Morri gan. Unfortunately, they can't until I'm dead." The other hunters scattered as the car's trunk nearly hit them. Thrusting the car into gear, Lauren pressed her foot down on the accelerator as another gun fired, shattering the back window. Driving out the parking lot, she veered left onto traffic, nearly hitting another car. Evony was still talking calmly as if this wasn't a life or death moment. "Of course, there are other ways to sever the Morri gan bond between myself and the land, but death is the quickest. Protocol and all."
Lauren's foot pressed down harder, driving through a red light. A speed camera flashed as Lauren drove onto the main road, heading towards the highway.
"Lauren. Where the hell are we going?"
"We need to switch cars."
"We just got this car!"
"Yes, and now it has a smashed back window which stands out to both the police and the fae." Evony blinked, looking behind her.
"Oh."
"Yes, 'oh'."
Evony sighed, settling back in the car. She hissed, clutching at her side.
"What?" Lauren asked, turning to look at her. Her eyes flicked from the road to where Evony's hand laid. "I'll take a look at it when we get to a gas station."
Evony noticed that after a few strange turn offs, Lauren had reduced her speed to the limit. "I'm fine," Evony said.
"If you lose any more blood fine will not be part of your vocabulary." Lauren made another turn, looking behind her as they stopped at the lights. People were looking oddly to the car. If she wasn't careful, the police would pull them up. Looking to make sure the light was still red, she reached over, pressing two fingers to Evony's pulse.
"What are you doing?"
"Checking for any signs of blood loss. You look pale, but you're not sweating any more. That's good."
"Thank you," Evony glared. "I'm fine. The light's green, by the way."
"Oh." Lauren drove, a little faster than necessary but not enough to cause panic. Pulling up on the side of the road, she pulled into a gas station and sighed, parking around the back. "We might have to walk to get another car."
"So...why are we parking here?"
"I need supplies. Just...follow me, okay?" Pulling out the gun, Lauren stuffed it into the waistband of her jeans, covering it up with her jacket. Slowly, Evony climbed out of the car. Frowning as she tugged at the shirt and pants Lauren had given her to wear.
"Unless the supplies is money-"
"We don't want the police coming," Lauren said, grabbing the bags from the backseat. Pulling out her phone, she walked into station and began picking out overpriced food and drinks, and assorted other things before heading towards the counter. Dialing a phone number, she grabbed the magazine in Evony's hand and placed it back.
"Yo, doc. What's up?"
"Hey, Kenzi. I, ah, need a favour."
"What kind of a favour?" Lauren could hear music in the background of the phone. "Do you want Bo?"
"No, no. Don't tell her it's me."
Kenzi was quiet on the other end, before clearing her throat. "What do you want, Lauren?" the tone was harsher, dangerous.
"Look, I don't mean to put you in an awkward spot, but you know that I wouldn't ask if this wasn't necessary." She handed the groceries Evony, pulling out her wallet to give her her credit card. Evony glared before stalking over to stand in line. Lauren got the feeling that she didn't do queueing up very well.
"Lauren-"
"I need a contact. Someone who can do false documents; passports, birth certificate."
"What for?"
" Just enough to get overseas. Do you have someone?"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm doing nothing. It's not for me."
Kenzi paused. Lauren swore she could feel the suspicious stare on her. "You swear?" she asked carefully.
"I swear. After I deal with this situation," she looked to where Evony had, once again, managed to grab a magazine to flick through. "I'll be back home."
"This isn't some trick to get me to hand over the information?"
"No. No trick, Kenzi. I just owe someone. Big time."
"Well you already owe me big time. This will be like ginormously big time. Especially if you don't come back," she sighed on the other end. The music getting louder briefly before the phone returned to her ear. " There. I texted over the deets. So just. Come back safely okay? Or I'll kick your scrawny ass before Bo gets a chance to know what happened."
Lauren laughed, smiling, "Alright, thank you Kenzi. I owe you."
"Damn right."
Lauren hung up, frowning as she looked at her phone. Evony was at the cash register, handing over the credit card over. "Can I use this?" she asked, pointing to the pen on the counter.
"Sure," the guy shrugged. Lauren smiled, grabbing the back of a business card. She scrawled the address on the back of the card and stuffed it in her pocket. Then she turned off her phone, placing back in her pocket. She'd remove the battery later. "Thanks."
"No problem?" the guy said, handing the credit card back to Evony. Lauren snatched it back before she could forget.
"You don't have to be rude."
"I don't trust you with money," Lauren said, looking over her shoulder.
"Why not?"
"When's the last time you had a budget that was under a thousand dollars?" Evony's mouth opened, then shut, frowning at Lauren.
"Whatever. Just get me out of here. And I'll expect new clothes."
Lauren shook her head, "We can discuss clothing later." Evony's brows raised. "I didn't mean that."
"I'm sure you didn't. Even if you did, I wouldn't touch you or your fae-defiling vagina again." Lauren stopped, sighing as Evony walked on ahead. In fairness, she deserved that one.
"Come on, let's just go steal a car."
"Anther mercedes?"
"No."
"Bently?"
"No."
Evony glared. "Jaguar?"
"Really?"
"Fine, fine, whatever, we'll settle for the Prius."
Lauren glared, tempted to get the Prius in spite. Before her eyes came across the perfect car. "How about a VW?"
Evony turned around, looking to where Lauren's eyes were before she snapped back to Lauren horrified, "That thing," she said pointing across the road, to where the volkswagen van was parked in an residential lot. Orange, old and glaring at her.
"It's perfect."
"It's not exactly discreet," Evony said. Lauren sighed. She was right. Still there wasn't much else to pick from and she wanted to get on the road as soon as possible. "You still haven't told me where we're going."
"It's...a bit difficult," Lauren admitted. "Just trust me when I say far away."
"I don't like this."
"Neither do I?.
Walking over to the residential parking lot, she stopped as she came to a crew cab with a camp shell. Evony watched where her eyes went, her smile breaking out into a grin. "Not a prius girl," she said.
"Nope," Lauren smiled. She was never a Prius girl.