I think this is my favourite chapter... Mostly because it has my favourite character in it! once again thanks for all the support it means a lot! And without further ado I give you chapter 4

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"Bloody car!" Hunter cursed. Becca stood on the porch with her arms folded over her chest to beat off the morning chill. It wouldn't be hard to get cold when all she was wearing were cotton bed shorts and a singlet. She'd slept with him again that night, curled up against him like a frightened child.
"Should you get it fixed?" She tip toed over to peer past Hunter's arm and at the exposed engine. Not that either of them knew the first thing about cars.
"I should be able to get to the mechanic but I probably can't get back and I don't want to leave you here by yourself." He closed the bonnet and leaned against the bumper. His arms crossed over his chest and he watched her.
"You can leave me, I'll be okay. But you need to call your boss, in his fancy office and tell him you can't come into work today." A small, entertained smile worked its way onto the corner of his mouth in a way that only Becca could manage.
"Ok." He cupped her elbow with his hand and turned her to face him properly. He kissed her forehead and nodded. "I'll go but you get inside and get some clothes on. You're making me cold just by looking at you." She smiled and turned to leave and once again he caught her elbow and spun her round only this time his lips found hers. It wasn't much, just a chaste peck. But enough to surprise her and make her gasp against him. He gave her a wicked grin as she pulled away and moved to the drivers side. As he pulled out of the driveway he caught her shivering on the porch; a blush on her cheeks that wasn't all from the cold.

Ok, he'd thought he felt out of place when he started at Becca's school but this was ridiculous. He stood at the front counter of the closest mechanic and stood out like a snowman in the middle of summer. All the workers were getting around with dirty, denim jeans or overalls and flannelette shirts while he stood at the front desk in suit pants, a crisp, white shirt and a tie. Guessing it might be a while until the admin guy came back with some forms he took out his phone to see if his boss had called him back about missing work. He'd also given the bloke his keys so they could check out his car, how the hell was he going to get back home? The bell at the front of the waiting room chimed and two sets of footsteps entered. Hunter didn't turn until a young kid came to stand near him at the counter.
"Hey dad, is the car ready or did mum need you to get something from it?" The kid looked about eight.
"Just a minute." Came a reply then it sounded like a guy hanging up his phone.
Hunter slipped his phone back into his pocket and continued waiting. An older guy walked over to counter and waited opposite him. He placed a hand on the kids head ruffling the kid's short spiked up hair. The guy had dark, long hair that touched his shoulders and was relatively unshaven, he was quite well built too; muscly. His worn jeans were frayed at the bottom and his grey tee had stains from working outdoors on it. He looked a bit young to be a dad though. Well the dad of a kid who looks nearly nine, he couldn't be much older than twenty-six or so; maybe he got his girlfriend knocked up or something. "Why aren't you at school anyway?" He said reaching across the counter for the bell when his son jumped up and slammed his hand down on it. The guy had a wedding ring on his finger.
"Jesus I should have left you with your mother. She's the one who thinks you're 'sick'." He made little quote marks on the word 'sick' as if the kids excuse was feeble. To be honest Hunter didn't think the kid looked sick at all. Hunter watched as the kid went to look through window at the cars passing by on the street. The guy let out a low laugh, watching Hunter watch his son.
"Do yourself a favour and don't have kids until you're old enough to handle them." The guy was smiling.
"You don't look like him much."
Wow, where had that come from? Hunter thought. But it was true, they looked nothing alike; the boys hair was fair and his eyes were more of a hazel colour. There was next to no similarities between the two.
But the guy just smiled with a sad tone to it. "He's not mine, my wife had him in her senior year though I have just had anther one with her and haven't slept in at least a week." He grinned. It must have been a lot of baggage to handle, marrying a woman who already had a son with someone else. Hunter didn't know how to reply he just took his wallet out of his pocket and started fiddling with the worn leather. The guy, sensing his unease glanced out the window to where Hunter's car was parked along with some others.
"That Jeep yours?" Hunter nodded.
"I had a friend with the exact same type, same model, colour and everything, haven't seen him for some time though." He replied, not looking at Hunter but out the window, lost in his own imagination.
"Was that the boy who used to live with you, before you moved into a house with mum?" The young boy asked moving back from the window to stand with his step-dad. Hunter looked at the face of the young boy… it was like he'd seen it before. Actually the whole interaction between them was feeling quite surreal; like déjà vu. The guy didn't answer answer his step-son, he seemed to be disappearing deeper and deeper into his own memories.
"Then those men killed Chris."
Hunter's eyes widened in shock. His jaw dropped at the same time his wallet did, slipping from his fingers and falling to the floor. It was like a punch to the gut and all the air had vanished from inside him. The guy also wide eyed in surprise at the remark his son had just come out with. He knelt to the floor to pick up Hunter's wallet which had fallen on the cold, tiled floor. His drivers license was clearly visible through the little plastic bit at the front.
Hunter Garrity.
"Hunter…" the guy said, reading the name as he stood. "Garrity?" He stared wide eyed at Hunter and Hunter stared wide eyed at the guy. Then he was hit with a memory.
He was lying passed out on the Merrick's couch after the events at the school fair fire. After Gabriel healed him and saved his life. A small boy came over and stood next to him. He was young, about five. James. That was the name his instinct was telling him. James, Hannah's son. Michael Merrick's girlfriend.
"Can I watch cartoons?"
The boys voice echoed around in his head. The same voice that had just spoken of Chris, Michael's younger brother.
"Mike…" Hunter squeaked. The older man blinked; both were still in stupefied states of shock.
"Hey," he began, taking a step toward Hunter. Hunter took a step back. Michael followed and Hunter kept retreating. When they both stopped Hunter snatched his wallet from the other man's hand and moved to the door. He stepped outside and began down the street in a brisk walk in case Michael followed him.
"Hey!" Michael Merrick called, prepared to give chase. Hunter ran. Not looking back he sprinted down the road away from the mechanics and the young man who had taken him in when it seemed no one else wanted him. He ran from the parent of three teenage boys; the one who had sat there with him when he'd broken down in tears on their driveway. Before he knew it fresh tears were picking at his eyes and spilling over. He stopped after a few blocks only to realize how stupid he would have looked; running in suit pants and a tie. He continued to walk the last blocks until he made it to his front door. His hand had closed over the knob as it was swung open from the inside. Becca stood there; her cheeks were pink from fresh tears and her nose was sniffly. They immediately embraced each other. Holding each other for the longest moment neither wanting to let go of the other. Finally Hunter pulled away.
"What happened?" He said brushing a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Don't want to talk about it." She said, shaking her head.
"Likewise."

Something was definitely going on between the recent and more common flashbacks of Chris and the fact it felt like the Merricks were coming back. In fact he'd never confirmed that they were dead, he'd just never expected to see them again. He didn't tell Becca about seeing Michael. She had been through enough without needing all that extra stress piled on top of her. And it seemed Chris had been visiting her more often in her dreams than normal as she slept beside him for the third night in a row. And with only Becca's car it would be difficult getting to and from work on time. Maybe it would be best to see what the world was like in the morning. Hunters eyes flit closed and he entered an uneasy sleep filled with dark secrets, corners, elementals and angels.