Thank you for reading, you have no idea what it means to me :) A few comments to some of the reviewers:

To MarinaB and Jessahme Wren: Thank you- I really appreciate that :)

Rebeccabraxton and to the anonymous guest: It's not going to be a father-daughter thing because I just don't see them like but thank you and I hope you like the rest even if it doesn't follow the direction you would like

All of the reviews were really appreciated and I'd always love some more :) Hope you enjoy chapter 2 (sorry it's a little short)

Her eyelids fluttered open and adjusted to the light. She slid up from under the covers. She couldn't remember going to bed or even falling asleep.

"Red," she called out.
She felt like an idiot doing, regardless she was hopeful he'd answer.

"Yes Elizabeth?" He asked, standing half in the room and half still in the hall.

"Did you...did you bring me to bed?"

"I carried you up from the couch, you fell asleep while we were watching TV."

She wondered how he'd had the strength but as her hands traced across her sides, easily counting each rib, she remembered just how thin she'd gotten.

"Would you like some breakfast?" He asked, interrupting her reverie.

'I'm not hungry,' her mind immediately thought. It had been her first reaction for months. It was still her desire not to but she knew Red wasn't going to take that as an answer.

"I don't think we have anything in," she said, still hopeful of avoiding food.

"I went out and bought some stuff," he replied calmly and coolly, well aware of her attempts.

"Porridge?" She asked; if she was to eat something she may as well like it.

"And honey."

Ignoring the questions her head was asking, like how he knew that was her favourite breakfast, she followed him downstairs. Too thankful over his return she was no longer willing to question him. Sitting down she watched as he elegantly wandered the kitchen making her breakfast. To be honest she enjoyed being waited on.

"How do you take your coffee?"

"I'd prefer tea," she replied. "There should be some in the cupboard above you head," she added.
He fished out a tea bag from the battered cardboard box. Unsure of how she liked it he got out the milk and sugar. Placing the mug beside her he handed her the bowl, to her surprise and enjoyment he'd used the honey to draw a smiley face in the porridge. She giggled and looked up at him to see him smiling.

"I've missed your smile," he admitted. Realising his surprising honesty he quickly changed the subject, "We're going out. You've not been out in a very long time and we need to change that."

"How can you go out? Practically all of American law enforcement is looking for you," she reminded him.

And then it hit her; he was a criminal that she was harbouring in her home. She should hand him in but looking down at the honey smile he'd made her, she pushed that thought away.

"I can avoid a few rookies," he boasted. "And you have no Disney films so we're going to have buy you some."

She turned back to her breakfast and began eat.

"I don't know how you can eat that stuff," he remarked. "It looks like paste."

"Try some," she offered him a spoonful.

"No."

"Try it!" She insisted.

"No!"

"Try it," she repeated, walking round the table to his seat. "Try it," she said, the spoon an inch from his mouth.

As he leaned forward enveloping the spoon in his mouth their eyes were transfixed by one another.

"Still tastes like paste," he commented after swallowing.

She sighed audibly before returning to her seat.

"Why do we need Disney films?"

"Key to every recovery: good food, good company, rest and Disney," he answered.

She objected to the word recovery but realised she needed to accept his help or she was never going to feel better. Tea and honey covered porridge did help a lot.

"There's an old CD shop not far that also sells DVDs, we could take a walk there," he suggested.

"I'd like that," she replied with more honesty than she'd expected.

"Great," he smiled.

Have a good day :)