Alright, I'm gonna be evil with this fic…but don't blame me, blame Aerith4you for giving me the idea…anyway, I hope you can still enjoy it, although Dillon will be way OOC…This takes place after The Key, and everyone who's supposed to be dead is dead, with no hopes of coming back. Sorry, if you're a Rochelle fan like me, but if I brought her back, the focus of the fic would be on her, which is something I don't want. This is my first serious multi-chapter fic where the main focus is on Matt/Neriah instead of Isabel/Arkarian, although there will be a bit of that, too. Oh, and the title might change at some point…I probably won't keep it the same.

Love Triangles

Chapter 1

Neriah

I sigh. Matt and I have to help rebuild the Citadel, at least while school's still out. I'd honestly rather be at school trying to blend in than building something that will probably take a couple weeks, even with everyone helping out. Well, not everyone…most of us Named are helping, but Arkarian's trying to get over the loss of his father, and Isabel's helping him. Or so they say. I doubt that's what they're really doing. But the people who are helping (the Tribunal, Dartemis, me, Matt, Ethan, Jimmy, and Shaun) are working really hard to get it done quickly.

Dillon still hasn't given up on trying to, as he says, "get me away from Matt", who he feels stole me from him. After about an hour of working, Dillon joins, saying he feels responsible somehow.

Ethan, who up until now has been just working silently, drops what he's holding and turns to Dillon. "Yeah, you should feel responsible," he says. "If it weren't for you, Rochelle wouldn't be dead! If you hadn't opened your big mouth and overreacted to what was probably just a small shock, she wouldn't have run into the forest. If she hadn't run into the forest, I wouldn't have gone after her, and Marduke wouldn't have tried to kill me in there, and Rochelle wouldn't have gone in front of me to take the arrow herself!"

Instead of arguing, Dillon grabs some tools and starts helping. Yet another hour later, we're all tired. "Maybe we should take a break," I suggest, and Dillon agrees.

"Yeah, and I can show you the renovations I made on my room," he says to me.

"I'll come, too," Matt offers, not taking his eyes off Dillon.

"It's okay," I assure him, adding in my thoughts, If I'm not back in 15 minutes, come after me.

Matt nods slightly to show he heard, and I walk off with Dillon.

When we get to his house, he leads me straight to his room. I don't see any signs of recent work. "Dillon, are you sure that you did something with your room? It doesn't look any different."

He points to his bed. "I got a new bed, and it's softer. Why don't you try it out?"

Okay…now it's getting a little strange…"Um, no thanks." I try to decline, but he pushes me onto the bed, using his power. I try to get up, but he holds me down. I yell in my thoughts for Matt to come, but it seems that Dillon's room has some sort of barrier around it so Truthseers can't contact each other. I shut my eyes tight as he starts to take off his clothes…

Alright, that's as descriptive as I'm going to get. At least, for that type stuff. Just so you know, this story will start out in Matt and Neriah's POV, but eventually it will grow and a third POV will be added. Yes, I know it was short, but that was sort of a prologue to say what the fic's about. I don't want to make it too in depth just yet, because some of you won't read past this chapter, and I know it.

I've always wondered if Immortals can die during child birth like some women do…what do you guys think?