I do not own From Dawn till dusk the series, I sure as hell don't own the Gecko brothers...and that makes me very sad.

"Don't care if He's guilty

Don't care if he's not

He's good

and

He's bad

and He's all that I got."

Devils Backbone, Civil Wars

It's the motel door that causes her to finally stir from her other than pleasant dreams. The room is pitch black and silence slips through it, her left hand clutches the gun under her pillow. The only light is the clock reading three a.m. Her breaths stay shallow, and the darkness only has the comfort of making sure that she is constantly aware that those nightmares of dancers, blood, a pair of glasses, flying knives and family are her reality. Her reality was now more frightening than her dreams. As her feet touch the shag carpet the light flicks on.

"Seth." She breaths a sigh a relief. Standing there in the harsh hotel light is half a man, flying high. Disheveled and rough looking overall, a ripped jacket and bloody knuckles dress him, along with his sidekick of Jack Daniels.

"Who else would it be Princess?" He asks hatefully, going towards the little bathroom sink leaning against it.

"Oh, I don't know. Surly not something or someone after us- or you." She bites back, slipping the gun back under her pillow, it's permeate home.

Seth doesn't believe her when she tells him her fears that they are still being hunted, she holds no proof it's just a feeling and therefore it's not good enough. "You finally get some sleep?" He remarks before downing another mouthful of amber liquid. She doesn't sleep anymore. It had been a month but it seemed she could not close her eyes without the images creeping back, her mind is constantly aware and constantly running. Running from what she is not exactly sure. It's because of her that they don't stay put, she insists. Seth had offered to slow down, to plant themselves somewhere in the hot Mexico sun but she couldn't do it. They don't stay anywhere longer than a week. They keep moving because if they stop they both might drown.

"Shit." He curses as her grabs his hand.

" What happened?" She doesn't want to ask but she does.

"Some Jackass pissed me off, that's what happened." He huffs, as though he doesn't want to tell her just as much as she didn't want to ask.

She makes her way over to the bathroom and grabs his hand. "Don't." He says as she yanks his hand back. His knuckles are oozing blood and bruised, he carries scratches all up his arm. She runs his fist under cold water and he twitches as she does it, chugging back the last swallow of his drink which he then tosses at the tub.

This was her new routine, she no longer did school work and went to church events. She watched over this man who she could not find it in herself to stay angry with, no matter how much pain he put her through. He was broken, he's more broken than he was before and I didn't really think that was possible but here we are.

It's when his body starts to droop that she grabs his arms and places him on the side of the tub. She grabs peroxide (That is used on a regular basis these days) and a bandage.

" Fuck! Kate what the hell?" He practically screams and for the first time sense she can remember this small act brings a smile to her face. " What the fuck are you smiling at? You think this is funny?"

She grabs his hand that three time the size of hers, " I think it's funny that your upset over a little sting. It's not like you haven't had worse Seth." He does not find it funny, so she keep on with his hand, and slowly his glazed over eyes start to close.

His hands are rough and tanned, hands that have seen more violence than she ever has, hands that have killed, and Kate tries not to let herself notice. But, suddenly it's all she sees and she hates that. She hates that she feels pain when she looks at him but he feels like home now, like safety even though he is clearly anything but.

" Gonna keep me here all night Princess? Or am I free to go?" He smirks down at her, his eyes barley open.

She grabs his hand and places her lips on the bandage. " Yeah Gecko, your free to go."

He pushes past her and falls onto one of the beds, the one she was already sleeping in. Her folds himself around the pillow, and before she can blink his eyes are closed. Seth will never help himself and she cant let him drown, she might not believe in the situation or ever want to wake up to reality but she will if it means she can help Seth.