A/N: IT'S MORE THAN A FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELING OH YEAH BABY I'M BACK (not that I was gone or anything) BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND STICKING WITH THIS SERIES!
Devin walked into her house, holding her mail as she flipped through it, putting envelope behind envelope after making sounds of annoyance. She was greeted by her two cats as she stepped inside, the familiar black and white animals winding around her legs as she grinned slightly. She didn't smell any evidence of breakfast and sighed softly, setting down the mail on the table.
"You up?" She called out, and got no response. Devin groaned in frustration, deciding to make lunch in order to get her love to rise. As she made bacon for a BLT, she felt arms snake around her waist, a familiar chin took place to rest in the crook of her neck as their hands locked firmly in place. Devin grinned as they stepped closer, pressing their entire front to her back.
"I smelled food."
"Good, seeing as how your sense of time was broken, I was hoping your sense of smell wasn't." She teased. "Now shoo, I don't want the bacon to burn." The arms stayed firmly around her waist as she put the cooked bacon onto a plate lined with paper towels to catch all the drips from the fatty oils.
"Cotton Weary was murdered, so was his girlfriend."
Devin froze slightly, her jaw tightening. "Did you feed Roy and Sig?" She asked, trying to chance the subject. She was referring to her cats; Siegfried and Roy, named after the two famous tigers. She mainly called Roy "Blackjack" or "Blackie" for short.
"Devin, yeah, I fed them. I got up and then went back to bed... But you heard me, right? Cotton was murdered."
Devin shook off their arms and sighed.
"Don't be a jackass, Dev."
"I thought you loved me for being a jackass."
"I do. I proposed to you, remember?"
"Randy." She sighed softly, staring at the brunette man. "I don't want to hear about Cotton."
"Devin, you live here – we live here, in the middle of nowhere, barely any locks on the door, no alarm system and a torn up gate."
"If someone wants to kill me, they can walk right in. I don't care." Devin replied, cutting up some tomato as Randy stood beside her.
"I care." Randy mused, watching Devin glance at himself before she turned her head and shook it. He watched her finish the tomato, wash and cut lettuce before buttering and putting mayonnaise on bread after she toasted it. The two were silent as Devin fished making lunch, walking around the counter to sit on one of the stools at the kitchen bar. "There's another killer."
"We survived four." Devin replied dryly.
"I shouldn't have." Randy replied, his arms stretched against the counter, his hands spread so his shoulders were a few inches from his ears.
"But you did." Devin said. "The knife hit bone, Randy. It just scraped flesh and sure, you died but they got you back!" Devin nearly shouted, and Randy sighed, clenching his jaw.
"It was impossible, Devin."
"You're here, aren't you?" She asked, looking up at him with angry eyes. Randy didn't say anything til he finished eating, and Devin walked around the counter to get some water when he quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him.
"I'm sorry." He muttered against her lips as he kissed her, pulling back slightly. The phone rang as Devin spoke.
"I was being stubborn."
"One of your finer qualities, no matter what you think." Randy joked, watching Devin smile slightly as she moved from him to grab the phone off the wall, answering quickly.
"Hello?" She asked as Randy moved around to hold her from behind, attacking her neck with nips and kisses.
"Hey, honey!" Devin heard her father, Neil, speak. She immediately tried to get Randy to be still so she could speak without having to hide moans.
"Hi, dad." Devin replied, feeling Randy stop. "What's up?"
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight..." Neil trailed off. "I'm going over to Sidney's and she asked me to ask you, it'd be good to get us back together."
"Sure, why not?" Devin grinned, feeling one of Randy's hands slip from around her waist to gentle move up to press against her ribcage, something he was fond of doing. "Should I bring anything? Does Sid need help with anything?"
"Just bring yourself, sweetie." Her father replied.
"What's the catch, dad?"
"Nothing, we just want to see you... So, bring yourself." He paused. "And some pickles."
"Aha!" Devin said loudly. "I knew there was a catch."
"I can't get the ones you have around here." Neil sighed jokingly. "Neither can Sid."
"They're from a farmer's market, that's why. I hoard them in my freezer." Devin laughed, hearing an car horn go off on the other end.
"I gotta go, love ya, kiddo!"
"Bye, love you too, dad." She hung up a second after, putting the phone back on the wall as she pulled away from Randy. He grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers quickly as she sighed.
"I gotta go shower, babe." Devin protested, watching Randy smirk slightly. Devin shook her head. "I have to see my dad and sister in a few hours."
"I can make it quick." Randy offered, watching Devin weigh the options as she shifted between her two feet.
"Fine, but if I slip and die in the shower, and you're still standing, promise to dress me before anyone arrives to haul off my body."
"I promise." Randy snorted, shaking his head as Devin's hand slipped from his, walking as she swayed her hips before Randy began chasing after her and she let out a laugh, beginning to run up the stairs. The two were quick, but Devin had to tell Randy she'd be going to her father's without him.
XxX
Devin knocked and announced herself, before she heard her dad yell to come in.
"Do you ever think about her?" Sidney asked as Devin began walking into the kitchen, holding a jar of pickles.
"Your mom." Neil sighed as Sidney spoke, already putting a downer on the mood. Devin set the jar on the counter and kissed her father's cheek before kissing her sister's head.
"None of this would've ever happened if she hadn't... If she hadn't -" Sidney paused, breathing deeply before setting down the squash she was messing with. "Why'd she have so many secrets?"
Devin stayed standing beside Sidney, looking between her father and sister.
"Listen, maybe it's time you came home." Neil avoided the question easily, speaking to Sidney before glancing to Devin. "You too. I'm worried about both of you. You're both in separate places by yourselves."
Devin thought about Randy, but spoke regardless of the thoughts she was harboring. "I have Sigfried and Roy."
Her father looked at her with a sideways glance. "You never see anyone." Neil said, looking towards Sid. "The only people you talk to don't even know your name." He paused and looked at Devin. "And the only ones you talk to, aren't even human. They're cats."
"They're better friends than some people I've known." Devin shrugged, watching her father shake his head. "Also, they're not the only ones I talk to. I talk to the cashier lady at the store." Her father ignored her pathetic attempts to defend herself.
"It's as if you two don't exist."
"That's the idea." Sidney shrugged, her voice wavering slightly. "Psychos can't kill what they can't find."
Devin let out a laugh, getting annoyed looks from Sidney and Neil.
"Sorry, it's just..." She was going to bring up Stu, the knife, the pictures – everything she could. Every shrivel of evidence but sighed and shook her head. She never got a straight answer from Dewey on whether or not he was still alive. "Nevermind."
After dinner and a bit of quiet conversation, Neil went home. Devin, stayed a bit longer to clean up some of the mess they left. She was putting the very little bit of pickles into Sidney's fridge when she heard a somewhat quiet scream and a panicked sound. She turned her head and walked quickly to find Sidney on the couch, hair a mess with a terrified expression on her face.
"Sid?" Devin asked quietly, walking past the picture of her with Sidney and their mother, Maureen. One twin on each side of the older woman. Sidney let out a shaky breath as her dog whimpered, getting up and walking away. "You okay?"
"I thought you left..." Sidney muttered, avoiding the question.
"No, I was putting away food and cleaning up dishes."
"Thank you." Sidney muttered.
"Now answer me, are you okay?"
"Just peachy." Sidney sighed, looking at her sister. "Now go home."
"My cats are asleep, I don't need to." Devin lied, failing to mention the fact that her presumed dead fiancé was probably laying in their shared bed, either waiting for her to come home and fight the cats for a space on the bed or had already fallen asleep.
"Just go." Sidney muttered, her sister hugging her loosely, kissing her on the head before nodding.
"Get some sleep."
"I'm trying." Sidney said quietly, watching Devin smile ever so slightly before grabbing her coat and leaving. By the time she made it home, all the lights were out except the living room light and the light on the stairs, she took the time to turn both off before walking up the stairs to find Randy, sprawled out on the bed with the covers covering his waist and below. He was shirtless and Roy was laying on his stomach but Siegfried was on Devin's pillow, the black fur of the cat blending in with the black pillowcase easily.
Devin changed quietly, stripping off her coat, shoes, jacket and jeans only to pull on one of Randy's shirts. She was trying to quickly but quietly pull back the covers so she could slink under them, but heard Randy stirring and could see him in the darkness. He moved quickly to flick on the light causing Roy to move off of him.
"You're home late." He said, his voice showing how tired he was.
"Yeah, sorry. Dinner ran a bit late." Devin sighed, sitting down on the bed before moving to lay down. Randy watched her for a moment before turning off the light, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to himself as she felt him rest his forehead against her shoulder.
"It's fine." Randy muttered against her back. She was about to speak when she felt the gentle breathing against her and heard the slight sound of snoring. She felt Roy settle down at her feet and sighed softly.
It's starting again. She thought. I can feel it.