Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Songs: Sweet Dreams by Emily Browning.

Sweet dreams are made of these

Who am I to disagree?

Travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something...

One year later…

"Blondie! Get your little ass in the fucking car right now, or I swear to God-" Kevin yelled, slamming the passenger side door to the black Jeep Commander sitting in the driveway of a large mansion. Blondie was stomping away from the car, her long curls swinging from the ponytail holder that held it together.

"You'll what, Kevin? Shoot me?" Blondie yelled, stepping back towards the car from her spot next to the old home they had been living at for their job. She walked right up to Kevin, almost his height with her thigh-high black four inch stiletto boots. Cameron leaned against the back of the Jeep, sighing at the sight in front of him. It seemed that this happened every other day.

Blondie spoke quietly, her minty breath wafting over Kevin's face. "Let me tell you something. I'm your fucking greatest asset right now. I do more jobs in a week than some of those bastards do in a fucking month. My dad owns you. So don't fucking mess with me, Kevin. Or I'll do you in, you piece of shit."

She turned on her heel and walked straight pass Cameron, and towards the old house once more. Cameron chased after her, grabbing onto the irony

"Wait, Blondie." Cameron called, chasing after the girl he was sworn to protect. "Where are you going?"

When she turned around, there were tears in her dark eyes. Cameron stood directly in front of her to keep Kevin from seeing her break down. "I don't want to do this anymore, Cam. I want to know where I came from. I want to know who I am."

Cam bit his lip, wincing at what he was about to say. But, he knew it was for her own good. "This is who you are."

Blondie's lip trembled. "Then, I wish I were dead."

Those words cut Cameron to his core. He watched her high ponytail swish as she walked to the backseat of the Jeep and slammed the door closed. Cameron sighed, straightening his loose v-neck and throwing his leather jacket into the backseat before jumping in next to a reserved at withdrawn Blondie.

It was a fifteen hour even drive from Reno, Nevada to Forks, Washington. Cameron and Kevin had stuffed the car with a few luggage bags and a lot of food, so that they wouldn't have to make any stops. If they got hungry they could munch on the snacks in the back.

After an hour of silence in the car, Kevin turned on his music, making Cameron winced at the loud guitar and metal band sound.

"Turn the damn music down," he whispered reverently. "Blondie's practically asleep."

Kevin sighed, pressing a button before a screen came up to separate the backseat from the front. It was an addition added to all the cars that Boss owned. Just in case someone was riding in them that was valuable, such as Blondie was. It was a blackout screen that caused the car to go completely dark, screens covering the windows as well.

Blondie rolled over in her sleep, her head coming to rest against Cameron's shoulder. He sighed, breathing in her scent as he wound an arm around her. She settled in next to them and they collapsed into a slumber together.

They rested more and ate a few times over the fifteen hours. By hour ten, Kevin figured they had had enough free time, and it was time for some work. He pressed the button beside him, lowering only the front screen.

Blondie was wrapped up in Cameron's arms, her head on his chest and his cheek resting atop her head. Kevin wanted to vomit at the sight and was secretly jealous at the two. He slapped both of them on the knee, hard, waking Blondie easily.

She grabbed his hand and almost broke it, before she realized it was just Kevin. Normally, she would have had some sort of smart-ass remark at Kevin's stupidity, but she was just in a foul mood at the moment.

Waking Cameron up, she pulled her legs up and stripped herself of her boots. She sighed and smiled at the feeling of her, now, free toes, rolling them against the seat to stretch them out.

"Are you finally going to tell us where we're going?" Cameron asked, pushing a hand over his face and through his hair.

Kevin smiled. "Sorry, it's just a precaution. Not a chance I'm going to take." He sighed, reminiscing for a moment, before abruptly returning to reality. "But, now you can know! We are on our way to Forks, Washington."

"Who the hell owes Boss in a fucking town called Forks?" Blondie asked, slipping a piece of bright pink gum between her lips and beginning to smack on it. She curled a finger around one of the curls from her long ponytail. Cameron and Kevin were putty in her hands at the movement, but both quickly straightened up.

"You're going to have to clean up the language, Blondie. Or should I say, Penelope Ann Jones. Take a look," Kevin said, handing them a manila folder that had a red 'classified' stamp on the front of it, along with many other stamps of numbers and codes.

Blondie flipped it open, sharing the page with Cameron as the read the assignment.

Assignment 901: Penelope Ann Jones

Age: 16

History: Lives with mother in Forks in an apartment. Father died in a terrible car accident and Mother and brother live off of his fortune with Assignment. Mother is part Quileute so they came back to be with their culture. Moving from New Mexico. Assignment should be extremely shy and closed off. A book reader and smart student. Unnoticeable.

Subject: Billy Black

Owes: 5,000

Reasons: Unknown

Target: Seth Clearwater

Age: 17

Connection with Subject: Subject promised Target's father to take care of him after Target's father passed. Father deaths are the connection between Assignment and Target to bring down Subject.

Plan A: Trick Target in love with Assignment to get with Subject alone. Then, tell him why you are here and collect money. If Subject does not have money needed, give him two weeks. If he does not have it by them, give him a little reminder, and then give him one more week. If Subject still does not have the price owed, take Subject in to custody and move quickly, unseen. Leave Target the letter located in the Plan Project file.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Blondie yelled, staring at the pages in horror.

Kevin laughed. "Nope." He tried to keep from laughing, but the look on Blondie's face threw him back overboard. "This shit is gonna to be fun."

"No, it's gonna be annoying," Blondie said flatly, folding her arms across her chest. She huffed, blowing her bangs away from her face. But, they immediately fell back in her face. She clicked the button next to her, raising the blinds. "Where's the first stop?"

"Actually, right here," Kevin said. He turned to speak with the driver as Blondie shot across the back seat, slamming her fist down on the button. The screen immediately rolled down and both Cameron and Blondie groaned in unison.

Though, for different reasons.

Cameron groaned at the feeling of her body press right up against his, while Blondie had groaned at the sight of a nice looking building that's sign read: Shear Madness. She huffed her bangs out of her face, realizing she could use a haircut. Maybe they would give her the edgy bob cut she had been wanting to try for so long. Her attitude changed at the thought.

They all emptied out of the car, apart from Kyle, their driver. Cameron covered Blondie's hand with his own, smiling at her face as she forgave his earlier words with her eyes. They walked a few steps behind Kevin, very alert to anything suspicious.

"Hello, welcome to Shear Madness. How can I help you today?" the front desk lady asked once the group had entered the salon. Kevin explained that they had an appointment for that day at the same time that they had appeared.

Blondie wasn't take back at his perfect planning of their trip and their stops along the way. Kevin was an expert who knew exactly what he was doing all the time. He was one of her father's best players, but she would never say that out loud. His ego was big enough as is.

"How short this time, Kevin?" Blondie asked, flinging her dark hair around.

"None," Kevin asked, picking at his nails.

"What? Then what am I getting?" She asked, pouting that her fantasy haircut was not happening.

He wriggled his eyebrows. "Highlights."


Blondie pulled at her newly highlighted hair as the group unloaded their luggage in front of the new house. Her bags were sitting at her feet and just as she reached for her two simple bags, Cameron caught her hand, gathering both of them quickly.

"Ladies first, please."

She walked in, Cameron in her shadow as she observed the new house. Blondie took off on her own after that, leaving Cameron in the foyer. She inspected every room, finally ending back in the living room where Cameron, Kevin, and Kyle were waiting on them.

"Nice job," she commented, letting out a small, guarded smile.

Kevin smiled fully back, sipping on a soda pop on his right hand, He leaned back, draping his arms around the white, contemporary sofa. "I don't do anything half ass."

She nodded, agreeing with him completely. Even Cameron couldn't disagree with that statement. That was part of the reason Blondie and Cameron's tasks always went perfectly. There was no room for blunder or a mess up.

"So, who are you guys to me, anyways?" Blondie said, walking into the kitchen as the boys followed her. Kyle excused himself to his own bedroom in the guest quarters, saying he need some rest. Kevin happily excused him.

"Well, I'm your brother," Kevin said happily. Blondie rolled her eyes and gave him a look as if to say Aren't you always? Of course, she could understand. They both had a native look to their skin, so they could easily pass as brother and sister.

Kevin ignored the look and continued, throwing his arm around Cameron's shoulders. "And, Cammy boy here, is you're boyfriend."

Cameron and Blondie both spit out their drinks, milk and soda spewing across the kitchen countertops. Blondie quickly grabbed a towel, wiping off her face, before cleaning the rest of the counter. Cameron's blush couldn't get darker than it was if he wanted it to.

"I see the attraction is mutual!" Kevin smiled, patting Cameron on the back hard. "Penelope and Reese. How sweet! A perfect couple name for the perfect couple."

"Wait a moment," Blondie started, biting at her freshly manicured nails. Kevin swatted her hand down, since he had paid for the manicure in the first place. "I thought I was supposed to make Seth Clearwater fall in love with me."

"Exactly! That's why my plan is brilliant. Guys love what they can't have. Once Seth finds out you have a boyfriend, he'll just try harder."

"No way!" Blondie said, thinking a boyfriend would just drive their target away. She looked to Cameron for support, crinkling her eyebrows at his silence.

Cameron wasn't going to say anything. He had always wanted to tell Blondie how he felt about her, but he knew it wasn't his place. In their world, Blondie was the princess and he was a knight sworn to protect her. He had signed papers promising to take a bullet for her, if the situation arose.

And he would do it gladly.

Blondie had given up on arguing by the time they were ordering dinner. She hadn't realized how hungry she was with all the excitement from the new location. But, it wasn't as exciting as the last time. These jobs just got more boring with the more she had to do.

"So, what's in the bags?" Blondie asked, digging into her box of noodles from the local Chinese place. She slurped at the noodles happily. "I saw you bringing in a buhc of bags from the car. Like, shopping bags."

Kevin finished his piece of Kung Pow chicken, before answering her. "They're your new clothes. Go see for yourself."

Blondie didn't heasitate, taking off into the living room to peak into the shopping bags. She pulled out a few of the items, not sure if she was happy or sad. They weren't the black, white, and grey she usually wore. They were instead, pastels and light colors, beiges and washed out colors. Of course, she was going to need to blend in, but she wished she could blend in wearing something else.

At least it isn't skintight or leather, she repremanded herself for not being greatful at the much less revealing choice of clothing.

She had worked some nasty jobs before, but lately they had been even worse. The last job, she had been forced to have this awful, painful affair with a doctor who was really into all this kinky stuff that Blondie - or Diamond, as she had been known as then, was not in to. But, she had to pretend to be. To get the doctor to trust her, she had to do whatever he said.

It was all part of the job. Everything she had to do was part of the job. Just like this project. If she had to kiss Cameron, so be it. If the kiss had to go further, so be it. If she had to kiss Seth Clearwater, so be it. If she had to have sex with Seth Clearwater, so be it. But, everything she did had to seem geniune. She had to act the part, as well as look it. She hated it, but that wasn't going to change a thing.

Like Cameron had said, this was who she was.

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to be abused...

A/N: No, Blondie!(if that is your real name!) Don't listen to him! He's stupid to think that saying that would do you any good. Please, be strong girl! And hold on, readers. This wild ride is just getting started.

I know this isn't what you guys expected from Seth and Daisy's story, but this is how I had always imagined it.

Don't worry. Mr. Clearwater will be making his apperance very, very soon.

My inspiration for everything I write always comes from a song. I've been listening to Sweet Dreams by Emily Browning on a loop as my inspiration for this story. Go listen if you want to and tell me in a review what you think.

Fish and Chips!

-Alice!

(PS: All reviewers get their own personal Seth Clearwater!)