No reviews, no love thats okay. I just only hope that somebody out there is reading my story. Heres another chapter. Looks out at empty Autitorium

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The mood for her shattered.

Opening her eyes she gave him the death glare and with all her might she gave him a hard shove away from her.

A light shower began to come down at speed of quickness for just the beginning.

Jumping off the table she was happy that she was wearing a yellow hooded shirt and that it was raining. Lucky for her the rain because it covered her freaking tear that she could not believe that she had shedded. The hood of the shirt she pulled over her head even though there was no use from the heavy rain that just seemed to be drenching everything.

Looking for her book that would most likely be ruined now, she looked around the table, but could not see it anywhere. Crouching down she saw it picked it up out of the dirt and wiped it off as best as she could, but the pages just kept sticking together and the furious pick up of rain just messed with it further more and there was no possible way to either save or read this book anymore.

Spotting Eric a few feet away she threw the book at him furiously.

"You ruined my book, you ruined my night, now you can get out of here!" she shouted angrily, a hoarse forming in her throat as the thread of calamity strung tightly. She pulled her hood closer to her forehead.

Angry now she felt frustrated and in the simplest terms stupid. Why did she take down the wall that she built up inside of herself for him? Why, for the moment did she actually think he was for her? Her way of insensitiveness was what kept her strong as a Lieutenant.

"You have to leave the park, Ma'am," he emphasized Ma'am adjusting his hat that would block the rain from his eyes. He was getting soaked as much as she was only he was not, as seen, phased. It must've been a very common thing to happen to him.

The book which now layed in mud, she left it there because there was no use for it now she grabbed her bag which was soaked now making everything soggy now she stopped in place and looked over her shoulder at him where he stood, arms folded unmoved as usual. How'd she like to smack him upside the head to get him some sense.

She searched his face quickly from under her hood to see if he felt anything: regret or even just sympathy, but there was nothing. The unkind, uncaring bastard as soon as she started walking turned in the opposite direction and gladly proceeded In that direction with his big macho walk.

Taylor walked down the small hill and onto the roaded part of the park which shaded with trees. The path is as much as a road for cars as bicycles and people walking with strollers or little children with scooters and such.

The night is dark so it didn't make a difference because if someone tried to come onto her she knew how to protect herself.

Walking through puddles and just the drench of the rain was a really bad situation. The rain, as fitting the early season wasn't a humid rain that made you feel sticky, but of a cold rain that shivered to the bone, and with the heavy drenching effects the clothes grew heavier, and her jeans clung to her thighs and with the effect of constricting. To top it off whatever bare skin the rain touched pricked on contact causing light numbness until shaken or external heat was applied which became more painful than actually being numb.

She could take this, and she knew that, but she shouldn't have to take it. It's all his fault once again that she felt miserable. If he would've just given her book than she would've been in town where she would be close to the shops as of when the rain started and wouldn't be drenched cat with no fresh warm dry clothes for the night. Oh how she wished he was in her situation right now. Although it would be childish and she was mostly against childish things, the next time she saw him which should be never, she could find a muddy puddle, when he's not on duty and kick him in it hoping the rain would fall so when he fell into the puddle he would look like a drenched dog.

Perceiving a car was behind her she walked off the road and onto the curb side of hill of grass which lined the road when the car stopped to the side of her.

Glancing in case she had to be quick, her quick dropped into a slump and her posture as well as she pressed her lips together annoyed.

"You're walking," he questioned turning the knob to something in the car.

Still walking with him slowly following her in tow she replied sarcastically, "No, I'm going to be actually flying at any minute now," though she wasn't actually going to be flying she wished she was at the moment. Wanting to be up in the air, or to just see her eagle was something that she wished could be happening, instead she's on the ground in the rain with Mister high and mighty.

"Where's your car," he questioned.

Angry now, still with her frustration and just plain miserable she wished she was just off somewhere alone in her pajamas on a bed no matter how simple asleep with everything going on outside, and just the misty breeze blowing in no matter where she would be at that moment.

The lights of the car bright against the dark and through the beams the rain shown and how heavy it could be seen within the dark.

"Leave me alone," Taylor spoke and upped her pace a little making past the car which sped right up to her.

"Look, erm Taylor," Eric began trying to find the right words carefully for her foul mood.

She stopped and although she wanted to get out of the weather as soon as possible she gave him her attention and pulled off her hood extending her hands out and using them to talk with began, "Look at me," he was, obviously but he put his elbow at rest on the rim of the open window as she continued, "I am soak and wet. Everything that can go wrong to me as of this moment has gone wrong. You are the cause of everything has made everything go wrong to me. It is your fault I'm stuck out in this rain and don't have a car," her voice rose, "So if you don't mind I'd like to get on with my long cold walk to shelter." Leaving the hood off she swept some hair out of her face and threw her draw string bag over shoulder and awaiting his reply waited like a soldier who was just returning from war bag and all.

He looked past her a moment then to his transmitter radio which suddenly buzzed on as a commanding officer reported of a happening about twenty miles away, Luckily it wasn't where he was for the moment otherwise he would have to speed out of there and through this weather which would take some time. Someone responded to the call anyways.

Looking her over one time over he asked her if she was finished with going on and on.

"You just don't care, don't you," she accusingly questioned him without the want of an actual answer.

A loud emit of thunderous thunder roared in the sky with the prediction of being seven miles away.

"Get in," he said and popping a button on his door the other lever popped up on the passenger side.

Was he serious? She didn't even want to risk being in a motor vehicle with him. What if she got struck by lightning? Being around him her luck wasn't good, and for the moment it wasn't good in the least bit.

A sneeze, a short stuffy one fitted from her and she covered the lower part of her face and groaned to herself. Tomorrow morning will be so dreadful for her because of this cold that was slowly setting in upon her because of staying out in the rain. If she wasn't careful she could catch pneumonia. She best hurry to shelter.

"Why should I," she questioned sneezing again dropping her bad.

"Come on, you're getting bad, if you don't warm up soon the consequences will become worsen."

"At least it'll be on your head," she snapped hoarsely.

"the least I can do is take you home," he said.

"What home," she questioned, through another loud bolt of thunder closer this time than the last one.

He was studying her again, which he seemed to do a lot today. Did he not believe her? Was he looking for sympathy? Anger? A lie? He did not change emotion. His emotion never changed for the most part at all any time. He must just like to view emotion because he always seemed to be straight faced and just looking. It either didn't affect him or he did not know how to feel. The last thing it could be might've been that growing up and not being able to ever be satisfied or comfortable. He may have just had nothing, worked hard and rough to take care of everything but not be able to take care of everything.

"Get in," he snapped sharply and suddenly.

Taylor blinked at him a moment and grabbed her bag, she walked around the car, opened the passenger door, hopped in and closed the door. While she put on her seatbelt he closed his window and turned in her direction. She faced him as well and gave him her annoyed at you smirk and rung her hair out right on his seat dripping water everywhere, she then leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes as her body shivered.

"Sorry," she muttered.

He nodded his head. Taking notice of the situation he turned on the heat even though it was early season and the weather wasn't quite cold as old season. But, his training had required him to look out for victims and help them by focusing on their needs.

Feeling the throbbing slowly start to form in her forehead eye area she hugged onto her bag and just listened to the radio call system of other Silver Guardian's dictate their situation and whether or not they needed reinforcements or had total control of their situations. A few times she heard Eric post respond into his ear piece but in her state she really didn't understand what he was talking about, and neither cared. At least she wasn't in rain anymore; well at the moment.

One thing that stuck to the front of her mind, even though quite stupid was that even though he was out in the rain his ear piece was still working.

Down the rainy roads the patter of rain pelted the car especially at the stop of lights and signs. There hadn't been any more thunder to bang through the heavenly skies which were still filled with the hang of heavy dark clouds. With the distance a far one to wherever he was going he knew that she wasn't asleep or anything even though she didn't open her eyes her head went from against the window to resting against the head rest of the seat to back to the window.

"You okay over there," he questioned glancing out the corner of his eye at her.

Eyebrows narrowed she stayed against the window not responding to his question. Instead she was in her own little daydream of being on base on a hot sunny day washing her Yellow Eagle down and laughing along with her squadron. They were on leave as well, and she had lately been wondering why all of this had happened so suddenly when she just returned not too long ago.

Maybe the phone call would come in soon.

The coolness of the glass helped in aiding her head even just a little bit.

"Where are we going," she questioned him out of normal conversation as if they were going somewhere on simple connivance, despite the circumstances she was in, and how she was actually feeling.

"I'm dropping you off," he said at the light in which he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. The light, one of those lights which took forever he reached into his pocket and pulled out a two-key on ring keys and held it out in her direction. Even though her eyes closed she felt with her prescence because the object of his arm protruded her space.

"What is it," she questioned even though she knew it was keys. The jingle of keys together is the most obvious sound, but why would…he be...given her keys? Oh no, was he thinking that she was going to go to his house? Why would he want her to go unless…..

"I'm going to drop you off at my house, you can stay there for tonight," advised he pulled up to a small ranch white house with a double clothes line.

Taylor opened her eyes and slowly reached for the keys and her hand collided with his and the warmth made her heart pound as a nervous jittered filled her, she snapped her hand away and suddenly found interest outside the window even though rain drops protruded the image. Just the snap of a few centimeters from against the window her head pounded of an ache.

Grabbing her hand without the face of her attention was caught but still out the window and he opened her hand, placed the keys inside and closed her hand around them.

She could not look at him for the only happiness of the rain it was the excuse of why the Goosebumps ran down her arms; it was because she "was cold."

Why was she feeling this? She really needed to get away from him.

"If you're going to drop me off where are you going," she questioned.

"I'm still on for fourty-five minutes, and then I'm coming home."

"Yeah," she said sitting up with the beaten up feeling in her head and a shivery ache everywhere else. Pulling the lock up on the door and pulling the lever up the door opened exposing and blowing in rain. Pulling her back by the string halfway out the door she stopped bit her lip in ansipitation and like a little girl she turned around and planted a light kiss on his cheek for a few seconds feeling the roughness of his stuble on her lips. With a quick Thank You she got out slamming the door behind herself and ran up to the door whether it was the front of the back.

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