Hi! Sorry to all of you waiting for an update on my Justified story. Just haven't felt any inspiration for that one in a while. But I swear as soon as I do I'll be all over it. In any case I had a sudden thought about Lawless and I could not get it out of my head. Hopefully there won't be any sign of writer's block, but no promises. Either way your support is appreciated :) On we go!

Chapter One - Mood Indigo

"...You ain't been blue,

Till you've had that mood indigo.

That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes

While I sit and sigh, 'Go 'long blues'..."

- Duke Ellington

"This is a bad idea Issac..."

The weather hadn't let up since they'd left Baltimore and that had been over five hours ago. Lucy couldn't remember seeing rain so heavy in all her life. Sighing she tried to relieve the ache in her lower back by shifting, for what seemed like the millionth time, in the passenger side seat of her older brother's prized T-Ford. She had offered to drive a ways back, but Issac had insisted that it would only get more dangerous to drive the further they journeyed into this 'country'. Glancing into the back seat, Lucy wanted to scoff at the how picturesque it looked. Issac had brought along his violin, as he rarely traveled without it, and she had brought along her knitting, mostly out of habit as well. None of it was anything that anyone would really consider out of the ordinary for a family trip.

Looking out the window at the seemingly endless backwoods, dense with the foliage of evergreens, the common saying 'April showers bring May flowers' passed through Lucy's mind. Sniffing she tried discern more of her surroundings through the water splattered glass. Beyond a few sign posts that she could barely make out, most of the road looked the same as it had since they had entered Virginia.

The path to North Carolina wasn't by any means meant to be a simple one. Issac had warned her that he wouldn't be stopping for anything but gas and food. The Depression had brought out the worst in people everywhere but there were all sorts of stories about folks in these parts. The ban on alcohol had created a sense similar to the old west out here. Lucy's mind drifted to the loaded 38 in the glove box and how strange a feeling it was to not have watchmen patrolling the streets or a police station nearby.

Her stomach lurched as the car dipped into yet another hollow spot in the road. Though he had slowed down some once the dirt road gave way to slushy mud Issac's eagerness to reach Greensboro was unfettered. It nearly matched Lucy resistance to arrive at their destination.

In fact that was the very reason they had argued a couple of hours ago just as they had crossed over the state line. Since then they had been sitting in complete silence. This was largely why her brother only replied to Lucy's assertion after a long measured silence. "Why'd you say that?" He asked, his blue gaze never leaving the shadowy evening trail before them.

Biting her bottom lip, Lucy's brown eyes scanned through the windows once more, nervously watching the small distance in front of car illuminated by two dull headlights. "You've been driving a long time. Don't you think we oughta stop for the night at least?"

Watching his face now, Lucy could make out his sharp jaw setting and his undeniably handsome countenance growing severe.

'He has to agree...' It seemed that in the past hour the roads had only gotten darker and stranger. More than that she couldn't shake the feeling that they had veered off course somewhere.

"Not this again..." he shook his brown-haired head wearily.

Immediately Lucy's eyes narrowed. She slumped back into her seat. Not really in the mood to fight but unable to help herself, she asked, "What do you mean?"

Rolling his eyes as though she had turned back into a six year old child, he stated, "We're not going back. Not yet."

"I didn't say anything about going back."

"No. But I know you Luciana. I know you're waiting for a chance to convince me otherwise."

Slouching further back into her seat the blonde woman tugged at the stray hairs that had fallen out of her simple braid.

She'd been caught.

He knew her better then she liked to admit. But instead of relenting she decided to bite back. "Don't call me that. I hate it when you talk to me like you're Daddy or Momma."

He flinched at that. "That's your name Lucy. And I will address you as I see fit, especially when your acting like a petulant child."

"I am not!" She resisted the urge to give him a flick on the nose.

"Then why can't you see that this is the only way. I have tried Lucy. After everything we've been through, you must know that I've tried."

"I do..." Her voice softened slightly, before her stubborn streak slipped out "...But it could work."

"Luciana." He gritted out in frustration, his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

"It could." Lucy mumbled.

"How many times do I have to say this? It won't. I can't do it and neither can you."

"I'm 22. I'm not a baby anymore. I don't need you t... ISSAC!"

She woke up to the sound of water dripping on to metal and an engine clicking over. Her eyes fluttered. Lucy could see a harsh yellow light that she was able to recognize as a naked bulb. It took a moment for her to remember what had happened. She could still feel the impact of her brother's long arm across her chest, from where he had clearly tried to brace her against her seat.

It's weight was making her cough. She attempted speaking, which only made her cough harder.

"I- Issac..." she hacked, unwinding the defensive grasp of her own arms from around herself. Lucy tried to focus as she blinked water from her brown eyes. She saw the driver side door and part of the hood of the car crumpled against a large tree. She saw her big brother's head smashed against the steering wheel, blood coming out of his nose and... 'oh god,' her eyes caught on the arm that was now resting in her lap, that he used to play chords, that he'd lain out to protect her. She could see the bone was sticking out.

Whimpering Lucy looked over at her brother. "Issac, please wake up." Her voice cracked as she spoke. She reached out to touch his shoulder gently, before shaking him with more force. "Issac, please!" Lucy cried, pulling on his brown curls like she had done so many times in their childhood to annoy him. He didn't respond, he simply lay limp against the wheel. Dead to the world.

'No. Not dead...' Lucy swallowed thickly. Raising her fingers just under his nose. She released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding when she felt a puff of warm air against her skin.

'He's alive Lucy. And he needs you to keep your head.' Her chocolate eyes darted downwards. She cleared out the buzzing in her head, wiggled her toes and forced herself to move. Tenderly she lifted his arm off of her legs and heaved the car door on her side open with a grunt.

The rain had stopped and even though some of the clouds had cleared and the half moon was shining, it somehow felt as though the night had gotten even darker by Lucy's reckoning.

'No one came by...' Lucy ignored the stab of panic at the realization of how isolated they were out here.

Turning back to her brother she wondered what the right course of action would be. Recalling his many lessons about car safety and fuel lines, she knew getting him away from the car was probably what he'd want her to do. Lucy grabbed onto the shoulders of his previously clean white shirt and pulled hard so that he flopped over to the passenger side seat.

He hadn't reacted once, but still as Lucy reached under his arms to get a stronger grip on him, she spoke as though he could hear her, "I'm sorry." With that she heaved him out of the car. His feet landed on the mud with a sickening splat. Inhaling deeply Lucy began dragging her brother away from the wreck.

She didn't know how long she had been pulling and tugging for in the slippery mud, all she knew was that her arms felt like lead and her lungs were straining to get air. Her brother wasn't exactly large. While he had some muscle and could hold his own in a fight he wasn't a big man. But at 5' 10'' he had 6 inches on her and that seemed to translate to her struggling to move his unconscious body more than a few meters.

'No one's come by...' it had been some time and under the light of the stars Lucy could see that her brother needed some kind of medical attention and without a car to get him any help he might not make it to see the morning.

Biting her lips, Lucy pushed past the aching in her lower spine. Rubbing the back of her mud covered hand over her forehead, Lucy paused to catch her breath and her bearings. Spotting some growth on the side of the road she sank to her knees and rolled Issac towards the underbrush. Hiding him as best as she could so that thieves or worse would not see him, Lucy leaned in to kiss his forehead. Wiping away the dirt and pushing his unruly curls away from his peaceful face she whispered into his ear. "I'll come back. I swear it. We'll make it through this too."

Running back to the car, Lucy retrieved a blanket that had fallen to the floor from the back seat and switched off the car's ignition. All at once everything was flooded in inky darkness, and it seemed only a few stars lit the way ahead of her. Instinctively Lucy thought of the gun in the glove box. Grabbing the cold object and clutching it to her side, the blonde haired woman slammed the car door closed.

Not wanting to check his breathing because she was fearful of what she would find, Lucy laid the blanket over her brother's pale form, lifeless form.

"I'll come back." She gave him a final kiss on the cheek. Her heart soon pounding as fast as her feet on the unsteady ground as she raced back to where she'd remembered seeing a sign in the road.

It must have taken 20 minutes for Lucy to find the post stuck at a crossing. She had been second guessing herself the entire time, but now she was glad she had kept going. Following the arrows on the sign and taking a right at the fork Lucy carried on running, though she felt as though her heart was about to give out.

'Almost there. Almost there.' She repeated to herself, though she honestly had no clue how far away the 'Blackwater Station' noted on the sign was.

She shook her head when she finally came upon the sight of a couple of gas pumps in front of log house on the side of a narrow road. She wanted to be sure she wasn't imagining it. It wasn't until she made past the parked jalopy next to the station and touched the actual oak beam supporting the oning of the porch that Lucy wanted to gasp in relief.

However, she didn't allow herself that time. Impatiently she knocked on the glass panes cut into the front door of the place.

"Hello! Is anyone there?" She knocked harder. "I need help." Lucy shouted, "HELLO!" Hearing nothing her eyes went to the decrepit looking truck parked at the side of the cabin. She ran over to it and tried fruitlessly looking for the keys in the usual places... on top of the tires, under the seat.

All of this had to have taken less than a minute, but now that she had reached somewhere, Lucy couldn't let anymore time go by.

She ran over to the station's door once again. Hoping against all hope that she would be able to find the truck's keys inside or at the very least that in even this place so far removed from city life, there might be a phone that she could use to find help.

There was a smash as the butt of her brother's gun broke through the pane of glass closest to the door knob. Lucy frantically worked to try to unlock the door. Succeeding, she took in a sharp breath, as a shard of glass scraped deeply into her forearm. With a hiss Lucy grabbed her bleeding arm, while keeping a firm grip on the gun.

Moving inside towards the counter of what look to be a rest stop, Lucy's dark eyes searched for any sign of keys or a phone. She winced as she felt blood seeping through her fingers. She seemed to be moving much more slowly than she had been before.

Her mouth felt dry. Shaking her head again, she tried to pay attention to the task at hand. 'Issac. Issac. Michael... No... Christian... No. No. No.' She could feel water on her cheeks as her vision started to blur. 'Issac. Issac. Issac.' The vision of his violin rotting away in the woods danced before her eyes now.

Her body grew heavy. A light shone from somewhere as she mumbled wistfully out to her brother, "I'm sorry" and just like that the light disappeared.

Hope you guys like it so far. Really excited about the story I've plotted out. Fingers crossed there's no writer's block and the excitement keeps me going.

Please let me know what you think. You guys keep me going too :)