Hey everyone! You guys wanted a "The one who watches Orwell" sequel so here it is!

This will be a Multi Chapter story of Vince/Orwell goodness. :] It takes off right where the previous story ends. Hope you guys enjoy!

I do not own the Cape, merely just making the plot how I want it to be.

Strong Enough: Chapter One: Starting Over

There wasn't much left for them. Sure they had the memories, but was there any reason why they should stay in one place?

Vince Faraday didn't think so. He had his son Trip and his beautiful partner- and now girlfriend- Orwell. There wasn't a rule that you had to live in one spot forever and Vince just couldn't stay in Palm City anymore.

It had only been a few days that he had been back in his own home when he realized this wasn't what he wanted. There are wide-open spaces, and Vince wanted the perfect spot for starting over.

He approached his girlfriend late that night when she was curled up in their bed with a book and her cat lying on her chest. Vince laid down next to her and looked at those perfect brown eyes staring at him.

He kissed Orwell on her cheek and started; "I want to run an idea by you."

The blogger put her book down and gave her boyfriend her undivided attention.

"How would you feel of moving from California to somewhere like South Carolina?" Vince asked.

Orwell looked at him for a moment without saying a word; "Honey are you feeling ok?"

"Yeah. I just think it'll be the best for all of us if we have a fresh start." Vince said.

"Do you think that this is what Trip needs right now? The poor boy just lost his mother, maybe you should give him time." Orwell said, seeing a look of sadness gleam from Vince's eyes. She took a hold of his hand and threaded her fingers through the spaces in between his.

"All I am saying is that maybe you should talk to him about it in the morning." Orwell said in a calm tone, her eyes directly looking into his.

"Sounds good to me." Vince said, his mouth twitching into a smile.

Orwell smiled and then asked Vince; "Are you coming to bed anytime soon?"

"Yeah, I'm kinda beat." Vince said, squeezing Orwell's hand gently.

"Well come to bed then." Orwell said in a light voice.

Vince slid under the covers next to Orwell and placed a light goodnight kiss on her lips.

Orwell leaned forward and kissed him a final time. Still both at a close proximity, the blogger smiled at her love and snuggled herself into his arms. Vince reached for the bedside lamp's light switch, turned off the light, and secured Orwell in his arms as they fell asleep.

*The Cape*

By the time Vince and Orwell got into the living room that morning, Trip was up and flipping through the TV channels.

The Cape and his sidekick shared a look; "I'll go get us some coffee." Orwell spoke with a tiny smile, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Vince slid his hand across the small of her back as he watched her walk to the kitchen.

Orwell needed a quick breather. She had fallen in love with Vince but she wasn't sure how to deal with Trip. The blogger never had any younger siblings so she really didn't know how to act around him. Orwell poured coffee into two cups and put in the creamer and sugar into her cup, leaving Vince's black; she didn't know how he drank it like that but oh well. Before returning into the living room, the blogger stood at the counter and blew out a staggered breath. The worst time she had trying to pull herself together was when she was alone. She picked up the coffee cups and walked out to where Vince and Trip were.

The father and son were on the couch just talking. When Vince saw Orwell he looked up and smiled. Orwell smiled weakly and handed him his cup as she sat down next to Vince.

Vince draped an arm around Orwell's shoulders and began; "I talked to Trip."

Orwell looked over at Vince with curiosity; "And?"

"Looks like we'll be making a move after all." Vince said.

The blogger took her attention to her could-be step-son and asked him; "Are you sure about this?"

Trip nodded; "Mom wouldn't want us to suffer."

Vince took his free hand and ran it across the top of his son's head; "No she wouldn't."

Trip looked at both Vince and Orwell, and then back to the TV in front of the couch; "When can we leave?" he asked.

"It will be a 5 day drive so that should put us in South Carolina at about the middle of next week." Orwell spoke.

"You sound like you know your way around places." Vince said.

"Not really. I looked it up earlier." Orwell said.

Vince laughed and hugged her tighter; "You and your tech."

Orwell met her eyes with his and gave him a warm smile.

Trip ignored his parents when they wanted to get mushy so it wasn't hard to ignore Vince and Orwell. He had realized how happy the blogger made his father, which was enough for him to be able to deal with his dad's new love interest.

*The Cape*

By the next few days, the group's things were packed and they were ready to begin their move.

During the 5-day drive, Vince and Orwell would take turns driving, stopping at various rest stops, sleeping at various hotels, etc.

Most of the rest stops were badly kept- dirty and for the most part, really creepy.

However, none of them were as bad as the West Texas Rest Stop. The moment you stepped into there, you had a fear that those horror stories about Rest Stops were true.

As Vince parked the car, he looked over at his girlfriend; "Are you sure you want to go in here?"

"Not really but this is the only Rest Stop for miles." Orwell said.

"Alright well, I'm getting Trip up so we don't separate. I do not trust this place Orwell." Vince replied.

Orwell smiled at Vince and turned around to face the backseat where Trip was sleeping. The blogger shook the boy gently; "Trip hun, we're at a Rest Stop. Your dad is going to take you to the bathroom."

The child looked around and replied in a sleepy tone; "Where are we?"

"West Texas." Vince replied.

"It's kinda creepy looking out here." Trip said to no one in particular.

"Which is why we are staying close." Orwell spoke.

The three stepped out of their car and quickly went into the separate sides of the Rest Stop.

The ladies bathroom was a pig-sty. Toilet paper was everywhere and the smell was horrendous. Orwell held her breath and went into the cleanest stall she could find. Writing was all over the bathroom stall. Dates, names, messages, signs, and pretty much anything you could think of were etched into the walls with markers, pens, and some carving objects. She felt like it was high school all over again, except ten times worse. The blogger hurried out of the bathroom as soon as she saw the condition of the sinks and mirrors. The mirrors were cracked on opposite sides and there was blood traces on the inside of the sinks. Orwell's composure went from cool and collected to freaked out and nervous at that instant. As soon as she got out of the bathroom, she ran into her boyfriend and his son.

Obviously the anxiety was showing on her face, Vince held his arms in front of Orwell and she instinctively walked into his arms.

"Hey, what's going on?" He asked her stricken form.

Orwell's eyes met with his; "Let's just go."

Vince nodded and looked down at Trip; "You ready?"

"Yeah." Trip said.

Orwell put her hands on the boy's shoulders and led him back to the car with Vince following behind them.

Once they were all back into the car, they buckled up and prepared for their next part of the trip.

Bending down to fish through the cooler at her feet, the blogger asked; "Does anyone need anything to eat or drink?"

Before they left, she packed turkey and ham sandwiches, various sandwich bags of potato chips and pretzels, fruits like grapes and oranges, bottles of water, and cans of soda. If there were going to be on the road for 5 days, Orwell made sure they were prepared.

"Not right now, but thanks." Vince shot her a short, but meaningful look.

"I'll have a soda." Trip answered.

Orwell handed him a can of coke, and grabbed a bottle of water for herself before shutting the cooler.

Turning her attention outside, Orwell noticed that they were past the freaky rest stop.

Whatever was going on there, it reminded the blogger of something that had happened in her past.

Many-a-times, the blogger was the subject of her father's anger. She walked on eggshells all day long, afraid of angering her Daddy anymore. He was a very busy man, mommy always said. One day, ten year old Orwell went into her bathroom to look for her mother. She stepped inside and panicked, her mother's body was heaped on the floor, blood everywhere. The mirror was cracked and her mother's blood was splattered over the mirror and inside the sink. She called an ambulance but it was no use, her mother was long gone.

Something in her subconscious mind went back to that day, she had never felt so weak. Orwell absolutely loved her mother, she was the only person in the world she would trust. Part of the reason why Orwell is the way she is today is because of her mother being taken away from her. Her mother- the only person in the world who would stand up to Peter Fleming. Orwell was left to defend herself, she suffered from years of physical abuse up until the point that she ran away from home at eighteen.

Orwell got pulled out of her reverie when she felt Vince's fingers fit through the spaces between hers. She looked over at The Cape and he too looked at her with a soft tone for a moment.

"You ok?" Vince asked.

"Yes. Why?" Orwell replied to his question with her own.

"You've been looking sad and out of it." Vince said.

"Well I'm just fine honey. I was just thinking is all." Orwell said.

"You were thinking really hard then." Vince said.

"I guess I was." Orwell shrugged, looking down at their joined hands.

Vince knew he was close to finding out more about Orwell; "You can talk to me about it."

"I know I can." Orwell squeezed their hands and smiled at Vince; "I just don't know if now is the right time."

Vince nodded; "Tell me when you're ready."

Orwell loved that about Vince, he cared so much but if he wanted to know something about you, he waited until you were comfortable with telling him.

"I'll talk to you about it later." The blogger said.

This silenced the car once more. Vince looked in the rear view mirror to see Trip fast asleep with Orwell's cat, Lacy stretched out on him.

Orwell saw him look back at his son, she then asked; "He doing ok?"

"Yeah. He's sleeping." Vince replied.

The blogger grabbed the blanket that she draped behind her seat and covered Trip up with it.

"You know your way with kids." Vince said as Orwell buckled herself back in.

Orwell shrugged; "I suppose it's just instinct. I don't really know what I am doing."

"Well you have a great instinct. Lately I've seen you bond with him as if he was your son. I appreciate it." Vince said.

"He's a sweet kid. I understand where he's coming from." Orwell said.

"You do?" Vince asked.

Orwell nodded; "My mom was murdered when I was his age."

Vince did everything in his power to not stop the car and cradle Orwell in his arms. This was the first time she had opened up this much, he knew there was a reason behind her behavior; "Is that what you've been thinking about?"

"Yes. The condition of the bathroom at the Rest Stop reminded me of the day I found my mom dead." Orwell slung her head down.

"Orwell I'm sorry." Vince apologized.

"It happened a while back." Orwell dismissed; "Unlike Trip's memory, it's not fresh in my mind."

"Yeah, but I'm sure it's not easy to forget." Vince said.

Orwell choked back tears; "It's not."

"Did they find out who did it?" Vince asked.

"No. But I found out. If I ever told anyone, they wouldn't believe me." Orwell replied.

"Did all of this happen in Palm City?" Vince asked steadily keeping his eyes on the road, yet his mind was racing back and forth.

"Yes. I've lived in Palm City pretty much all of my life." Orwell said.

Then it hit Vince. He knew why everything was piecing together; "Did one of your family members kill your Mom?" Vince asked.

"My father did, yes." Orwell spoke.

"Did he know that you found out?" Vince asked.

"That is why I couldn't tell." Orwell said.

"He threatened you, didn't he?" Vince asked against gritted teeth. He knew exactly who her father was now, it all made sense.

Orwell nodded and bit her bottom lip; "Hey there is no way he can get you now, he's in prison where he belongs." Vince said in a soothing tone.

"How- you figured it out." Orwell said.

Vince nodded; "I'm just so sorry I couldn't have helped you earlier."

"Some secrets just take time to unravel, besides, what could you have done honey?" Orwell asked.

"I'd try my hardest to erase every bad memory you had." Vince said.

"You're already doing that Vince. The way I feel around you- it's taking over those old memories. They will always be there, but I know that as long I have you, that is all it will be- memories." Orwell said sparing her boyfriend a smile.

The next several miles were sat in silence, Vince and Orwell holding hands once again.

"So Orwell." Vince started.

"Yes?"

"How long until we reach a hotel?" He asked.

"Um." Orwell searched her GPS for their location; "Oh, up here we should reach one if we keep going straight."

"Good. We can get some sleep and head off tomorrow morning. Louisiana isn't far from here." Vince said.

"True. Then we can hopefully find a decent hotel and start over again for the next three states." Orwell sighed.

Vince looked over at Orwell. When she sighed, he said; "We can do this."

"Yes but if we run into anymore rude people, you might have to hold me back." Orwell said.

Vince laughed. Orwell had some of the hardest times tolerating people they ran into; "I can so that, don't worry."

"Good." Orwell smiled and squeezed Vince's hand lightly.

He noticed her eyes were slowly closing as she laid her head back in her seat; "Hey." Vince started.

"Mm?" Orwell answered in a muffled voice.

"I love you." The Cape spoke.

The corners of Orwell's mouth twitched into a smile; "I love you too."

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