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A/N: Hi. I hope you've all had a good Christmas. I'll be updating 'The Truth About Lies' soon and also, hopefully, 'Devils and Angels'. This has nothing to do with any of my other f/fs. I hope you like it. It was inspired by Avril Lavigne's song 'I'm With You'. R&R and enjoy. - Bex
A figure stood by the side of the road, a silhouette against the black sky. Mystery surrounded her like the dark night. Her long brown hair, wet and mattered by the rain, clung to her face. She wrapped her coat tighter around her body, though it would make no difference, for the rain had already seeped through it. She was drenched from head to toe. She placed one hand protectively on her stomach and stuck the other one out, as she tried to hitch a ride.
But the cars didn't stop. They carried on, not caring for a second whether she would freeze to death or not. She wasn't their problem. They zoomed by, kicking up clouds of water as they pasted her. She swore. And then tried again.
Finally a car slowed down. It was blue, nothing fancy, but not bad. The window on the passenger side wound down. The diver was a woman in her late 30's. She had dark hair, which was pinned up and ice blue eyes. She studied the hiker with worried filled eyes.
"Where are you headed?" She asked.
"Where are you going?" The hiker asked back.
"The Canadian border." She replied.
"Well then, that's where I'm heading."
Canada. Miles away from home, miles away from her life, miles away from anyone who knew her, miles away from the danger, miles away into freedom.
"I guess you better get in. You can dump your bag in the back." The diver told her.
The hiker did what she was told. She slumped her soaked bag on the back seat, then opened the passenger door and slid in next to the diver. She fastened her seatbelt and stared out of the window at the rain.
The diver watched the hiker thoughtfully. The silence mad her fell awkward. She decided that she'd better make small talk.
"My name's Emma. Emma Frost."
The hiker didn't seem to respond. She seemed lost completely in her own thoughts.
"Cas. Cas Waters." The hiker replied after a moment, in a monotone voice.
Emma stared at Cas for a moment. Even though her voice seemed to be telling the truth, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was lying. It was the way that she said 'Cas Waters'. It was almost as if the name was alien to her.
"So Cas, why are you heading to Canada?"
"Because it's not home." She replied simply, never looking once away from the window.
She turned away from the window. She felt bad about making Emma feel awkward, because at least she was making an effort. But Cas was scared about telling her too much. The truth was too dangerous.
"So..." Cas paused, "Why are you going to Canada?"
"Because it's home." She smiled at Cas, "What do you parents think about all of this?" She gestured to the open road.
"They don't. My mum died when I was young. My dad kept his distance from me, too absorb in his work."
The awkward silence settled back down. Cas had gone back to staring out of the window. She absent-mindedly stroked her stomach. She was glad that her coat hid what lay beneath it.
"Well, the Canadian border is two days away. I was planning to stay at a couple of motels along the way.." Emma began.
"Don't worry, I'll sleep in the car." Cas cut her off.
"And give you a chance to hot wire it? I think not." She laughed, "Double rooms don't cost that much, I'll pay, don't worry."
Cas was shocked at how nice this stranger was being to her. She made a deal with herself, that from now on, she'd make more of an effort. She shivered. Emma noticed and turned up the heater.
"There you go." Emma offered.
"Thanks."
"No problem. If you're hungry, there are some donuts in the glove compartment. Can you grab me one, cos I'm starving."
Cas opened the glove compartment and got a donut out for herself and Emma. Did she imagine it, or was there a hint of a Russian accent mixed in with Emma's Canadian one. Cas decided to make nothing of it.
"So, it's still along way to the first motel. Do you know any good car games?" Emma asked.
"Yeah. There's this one I know which is ex. We start with a word, like house. Then the other person has to say a word, which goes with it, like green. Green house. Then the other person has to add a word to the new word, which in this case is green. But you can't say the same word twice, because then you're out. Also you're out if you can't think of anything."
"Ok. I think I've got it. I'll start. Um... Bulb."
"Light."
"House."
"Green."
The game brought memories flooding back into Cas' mind. She remembered when she was younger, sitting in the back of the car, playing this game with her mum and dad. She remembered her parents smiling and looking so proud at her, as she thought of a word. When they were all happy. This memory felt like a dream. This memory was a lot different from the torn shreds her family now lay in. She felt her eyes moisten.
"Mill." Emma then saw Cas' unhappy face, "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine." She lied, "My eyes are just watering, cos they're not used to the heat. I'll be fine."
She was a good liar. Why shouldn't she be? Her parents were two of the best liars in the world, she guess that it was only natural that she was too. Turning into her parents. This thought made her shudder. That was something she promised that she would never happen to her. But it was happening already. She was running from the truth, wasn't she? Leaving everyone she cared about. Living a lie.
Emma didn't seem reassured by her answers, but she didn't say anything about it. Instead she handed her a tissue. Cas smiled gratefully. They spent the rest of the journey making light conversation. Cas was glad Emma didn't ask any more questions about her past.
"We're here." Emma announced, pulling in at a fading sign, which read 'Highway Motel'.
They got out and carried their bags inside. Cas stared at the run down motel, as Emma pressed the bell on the desk. A couple of moments later, an old and bulky man appeared.
"Evening ladies." He greeted, "What can I do for you?"
"Can we have a room with two beds for a night?" Emma asked.
"Sure." The guy handed her a key, "Room 47." Cas felt her blood run cold. Number 47 was her least favourite number. It was responsible for so much what went wrong in her life. They walked up the stairs and into the room. It wasn't too bad. Emma took the bed by the window. Cas looked through her bag to find everything was drenched.
"Here." Emma said handing her a large, baggy t-shirt, "It belong to my ex. I kinda stole it."
"Thanks."
They got changed and slid into their beds. For the first time after Cas had left home, she didn't feel so alone. So scared. She rubbed her stomach gently. She still had no idea what she was going to do. But one thing was for sure she had to keep running. At least for a while she would be running with a friend.
"Night Emma."
"Night Cas."
The light was turned off, allowing the black to flood the room. Cas closed her eyes and drifted into restless, dreamless sleep.
A/N: So what do you think? Do you want to find out more? Do you want to know who hiding the secrets and if Cas and Emma are who you think they are? Please review it'll inspire me to write quicker.
A/N: Hi. I hope you've all had a good Christmas. I'll be updating 'The Truth About Lies' soon and also, hopefully, 'Devils and Angels'. This has nothing to do with any of my other f/fs. I hope you like it. It was inspired by Avril Lavigne's song 'I'm With You'. R&R and enjoy. - Bex
A figure stood by the side of the road, a silhouette against the black sky. Mystery surrounded her like the dark night. Her long brown hair, wet and mattered by the rain, clung to her face. She wrapped her coat tighter around her body, though it would make no difference, for the rain had already seeped through it. She was drenched from head to toe. She placed one hand protectively on her stomach and stuck the other one out, as she tried to hitch a ride.
But the cars didn't stop. They carried on, not caring for a second whether she would freeze to death or not. She wasn't their problem. They zoomed by, kicking up clouds of water as they pasted her. She swore. And then tried again.
Finally a car slowed down. It was blue, nothing fancy, but not bad. The window on the passenger side wound down. The diver was a woman in her late 30's. She had dark hair, which was pinned up and ice blue eyes. She studied the hiker with worried filled eyes.
"Where are you headed?" She asked.
"Where are you going?" The hiker asked back.
"The Canadian border." She replied.
"Well then, that's where I'm heading."
Canada. Miles away from home, miles away from her life, miles away from anyone who knew her, miles away from the danger, miles away into freedom.
"I guess you better get in. You can dump your bag in the back." The diver told her.
The hiker did what she was told. She slumped her soaked bag on the back seat, then opened the passenger door and slid in next to the diver. She fastened her seatbelt and stared out of the window at the rain.
The diver watched the hiker thoughtfully. The silence mad her fell awkward. She decided that she'd better make small talk.
"My name's Emma. Emma Frost."
The hiker didn't seem to respond. She seemed lost completely in her own thoughts.
"Cas. Cas Waters." The hiker replied after a moment, in a monotone voice.
Emma stared at Cas for a moment. Even though her voice seemed to be telling the truth, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was lying. It was the way that she said 'Cas Waters'. It was almost as if the name was alien to her.
"So Cas, why are you heading to Canada?"
"Because it's not home." She replied simply, never looking once away from the window.
She turned away from the window. She felt bad about making Emma feel awkward, because at least she was making an effort. But Cas was scared about telling her too much. The truth was too dangerous.
"So..." Cas paused, "Why are you going to Canada?"
"Because it's home." She smiled at Cas, "What do you parents think about all of this?" She gestured to the open road.
"They don't. My mum died when I was young. My dad kept his distance from me, too absorb in his work."
The awkward silence settled back down. Cas had gone back to staring out of the window. She absent-mindedly stroked her stomach. She was glad that her coat hid what lay beneath it.
"Well, the Canadian border is two days away. I was planning to stay at a couple of motels along the way.." Emma began.
"Don't worry, I'll sleep in the car." Cas cut her off.
"And give you a chance to hot wire it? I think not." She laughed, "Double rooms don't cost that much, I'll pay, don't worry."
Cas was shocked at how nice this stranger was being to her. She made a deal with herself, that from now on, she'd make more of an effort. She shivered. Emma noticed and turned up the heater.
"There you go." Emma offered.
"Thanks."
"No problem. If you're hungry, there are some donuts in the glove compartment. Can you grab me one, cos I'm starving."
Cas opened the glove compartment and got a donut out for herself and Emma. Did she imagine it, or was there a hint of a Russian accent mixed in with Emma's Canadian one. Cas decided to make nothing of it.
"So, it's still along way to the first motel. Do you know any good car games?" Emma asked.
"Yeah. There's this one I know which is ex. We start with a word, like house. Then the other person has to say a word, which goes with it, like green. Green house. Then the other person has to add a word to the new word, which in this case is green. But you can't say the same word twice, because then you're out. Also you're out if you can't think of anything."
"Ok. I think I've got it. I'll start. Um... Bulb."
"Light."
"House."
"Green."
The game brought memories flooding back into Cas' mind. She remembered when she was younger, sitting in the back of the car, playing this game with her mum and dad. She remembered her parents smiling and looking so proud at her, as she thought of a word. When they were all happy. This memory felt like a dream. This memory was a lot different from the torn shreds her family now lay in. She felt her eyes moisten.
"Mill." Emma then saw Cas' unhappy face, "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine." She lied, "My eyes are just watering, cos they're not used to the heat. I'll be fine."
She was a good liar. Why shouldn't she be? Her parents were two of the best liars in the world, she guess that it was only natural that she was too. Turning into her parents. This thought made her shudder. That was something she promised that she would never happen to her. But it was happening already. She was running from the truth, wasn't she? Leaving everyone she cared about. Living a lie.
Emma didn't seem reassured by her answers, but she didn't say anything about it. Instead she handed her a tissue. Cas smiled gratefully. They spent the rest of the journey making light conversation. Cas was glad Emma didn't ask any more questions about her past.
"We're here." Emma announced, pulling in at a fading sign, which read 'Highway Motel'.
They got out and carried their bags inside. Cas stared at the run down motel, as Emma pressed the bell on the desk. A couple of moments later, an old and bulky man appeared.
"Evening ladies." He greeted, "What can I do for you?"
"Can we have a room with two beds for a night?" Emma asked.
"Sure." The guy handed her a key, "Room 47." Cas felt her blood run cold. Number 47 was her least favourite number. It was responsible for so much what went wrong in her life. They walked up the stairs and into the room. It wasn't too bad. Emma took the bed by the window. Cas looked through her bag to find everything was drenched.
"Here." Emma said handing her a large, baggy t-shirt, "It belong to my ex. I kinda stole it."
"Thanks."
They got changed and slid into their beds. For the first time after Cas had left home, she didn't feel so alone. So scared. She rubbed her stomach gently. She still had no idea what she was going to do. But one thing was for sure she had to keep running. At least for a while she would be running with a friend.
"Night Emma."
"Night Cas."
The light was turned off, allowing the black to flood the room. Cas closed her eyes and drifted into restless, dreamless sleep.
A/N: So what do you think? Do you want to find out more? Do you want to know who hiding the secrets and if Cas and Emma are who you think they are? Please review it'll inspire me to write quicker.