For eight hours straight now, Beck had been driving through this nothingness in fuck-knows-where. Andre was snoring in the passenger seat, and Robbie, Cat, and Tori were passed out in the blanket-covered trunk of the jeep. Trina was taking up the entire back seat, tapping on her radio in hopes of picking up some sort of transmission.

And Jade? She was sitting on the center console, staring blankly out the front windshield at the emptiness in front of her.

"Where the heck are we?" Trina moaned, sitting upright and trying to look around her companions.

"Nobody fucking knows," Jade spat, glaring at the oldest girl. She spun back forward violently when a hot hand squeezed her thigh, relaxing only when she saw that it belonged to Beck.

"Jade, please calm down." His hands were completely different than they used to be: tanner, rougher, more calloused. They used to be so soft and perfect. She was just happy that his face still looked young and that he kept up on shaving.

In retaliation, Jade pushed the hand away, but he placed it right back atop, playing with her fingers using his thumb.

"I miss the privacy of your RV," Jade grumbled and let her head fall against the head rest.

Behind her, Trina laughed. "I miss people."

"Nobody asked you!" Jade hollered. "You should just be thankful we didn't dump you when we could!"

"Jade, that's offensive," Trina's eyes flew wide. "I'm offended."

A simple grunt escaped Jade's lips. "Good."

With a huff, the brunette returned to messing with the radio.

"Trina, you might as well give up on that," Beck sighed. "There's nowhere within miles of here."

Jade groaned. "That's good though, isn't it?"

"Yep."

"Well," Jade continued, "I vote we stop in one of these fields for a bit and take a food and pee break. Nothing can creep up on us here."

Beck nodded. "Good idea."

He pulled the car over into the grass, climbing out and taking a breath of fresh air while the remainder of his crew woke up.

Jade joined him in the grass, pushing him up against a nearby tree and patting him down almost sexually.

She ran her hands along his chest and sides and down to his hips, which she patted around almost delicately before suddenly freezing.

"Beckett, where are your sidearms?"

"Fuck," he muttered, "I left it in the car."

"Well go get it," Jade growled. "I'm not losing you to those...those...things."

A soft smile played at the edges of Beck's mouth and he leaned down, capturing his girlfriend's lips in his own. "If I go get my protection, can we have some fun?"

Jade shook her head. "Get your gun, but holster the other one until we find a base where we get our own room."

Beck chuckled. "Deal."

From another part of the clearing, Robbie called over, holding a can above his head. "Peaches, guys! Lunch!"

The half-Indian boy slung an arm around his girlfriend's waist. "Let's just go eat. You're up to drive next shift."

"Oh yeah?" she cocked her eyebrow. "Well I'm finding us a fucking mansion for tonight."