Jessie stretched out her body in a bored and weary way as she sat in a hard wooden chair, at a wooden table, in a small coffee shop. She was hiding in the back, in what she thought was a prefect disguised. Her hair had been cropped short to be only about an inch or two off of the scalp, she'd bought fake glasses, and wore them on her nose. Finding it a right pain at how often she had to push them back up to rest before her eyes. But that wasn't all, no she'd gone full out. With a few spell's, she'd managed to hide her busty chest, making it flat. She dawned guys muggle clothing, loose fitting jeans that clung to her hips, un-tied kicks, and a white tee with a zip-up over that. She could also often be seen with a hat usually lazily worn on her head, off to the side in new fashion.

Looking back down into her coffee, a new one she'd thought she'd try, a thought drifted across her mind. Two months… I've been running for two months, and as clear as day, I can still see her face as if she was sitting here before me. That wonderfully bright pink hair of hers framing her heart shaped face nicely. But the thoughts were quick to turn in the other direction as she saw blood covered fingers before her. She turned her face disgustingly away from her coffee cup. That memory is going to have to be enough. I can never see her again after what I did to her boyfriend. Stupid male werewolf. She thought hatefully before her attention was drawn to the door. The bell above it rang as a signal that someone had entered.

Hermione and Ginny walked into the small coffee shop, hand in hand. They were following a lead on Jessie. One that Tonks highly doubted. But they had hope, and volunteered. Hope that it was in fact Jessie, and for time alone from the prying and watchful eyes that resided within Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. They were giggling, heads bent close together as they walked up towards the counter. They'd order something, and then casually ask their questions as the order was filled out. Hermione opened her mouth, ready to order, but then grunted as a sharp elbow was suddenly in her side and she lost all her breath. Ginny had spotted someone, someone hastily trying to pack what little they had before searching dumbly for money. A handsome young man, who looked pretty much the twin of Jessie. Hermione quickly scowled at Ginny for elbowing her, and then turned her head to see what exactly it was that Ginny was looking at. Quickly turning her attention to the person at the till, she excused them, and then keeping hold of Ginny's hand, she pulled her over to the young man. "Excuse me, but may I ask what your name?" she said as innocently as she could.

Jessie practically jumped out of her skin as she heard Hermione's voice, trying to sound innocent. She hadn't expected them to notice her. Swallowing hard before clearing her throat, she spoke in a deep voice "Sure you may gorgeous." She said, tying to keep the role of arrogant teenage boy. "Anything that you and your lovely friend may…. Oh." She said, her eyes falling upon their linked hands. She raised a curious brow to them, doing her best to hold back a smug smirk at how flushed both of them went. And then there was that un-miss-able jealous flash that crossed Ginny's eyes when Jessie called Hermione gorgeous.

Flushed, and warm from the compliment, Hermione cleared her throat; being sure she'd speak clearly. "Well, what is your name then? My girlfriend and I want to know." Her last words made the two flash another shade darker, but still, they puffed up with pride. And it was a long moment before the older boy before them spoke in that same tone of voice that nearly infuriated them both. "Well, it's a shame two beautiful ladies such as yourselves are off the market; I would have loved a shot. But whoever you two are looking for, it ain't me. Name's Hunter, Hunter Wells." Jessie/Hunter said, sticking out a hand for them to shake. He was all puffed up, and looking like the world loved him. There was no way it was him. Politely they shook his hand, and then he excused himself loudly "Well, I would to stick around and watch you wonderful ladies some more, but I forgot about a meeting. I'm late, and must run." Each had a cheek kissed, and then he was gone, money for the coffee laid on the table, but no hint that anyone had really sat there. Heaving a sigh, Ginny turned "Come on, I don't want coffee anymore. Lets just go home." Hermione didn't object.

Jessie had practically flown as she ran the moment the coffee shop door closed behind her. She hadn't expected to be found, and by that pair. The pair she knew had been trying to hide the entire time she pursued Tonks. No! Stop thinking about her! Her mind screamed as she ran through puddles of an early morning rain. She had to get away from this small Muggle town. Bigger, she needed to find some place that was way bigger and easy to get lost in. Just not London. Her mind quickly concluded before she began to argue with it, and its hasty choice to avoid London.

Two Days Later

Tonks looked awful. And that was putting it nicely. Her hair was dirty, and the colour of Jessie's. It was all greasy looking, and un-combed. So it hung in a tangled mess about her shoulders. Dark purple circles were beneath her eyes from both worry, and lack of sleep. Her eyes themselves were blood shot as she put all her focus into finding the young werewolf more then doing things for the Order, and getting a goodnight's sleep. Her clothes were rumpled, that whole slept in feel about them, and very dirty. She hadn't changed in days. A faint odour hung around her, and many held their breath as she showed them things up close. And more then normal, Tonks was breaking, and tripping over things. Five times in one day, she fell down the last three steps to get into the kitchen. Twice she'd crashed into someone, and broke something. It was a great task trying to keep her safe. It was more then safe to say that everyone was worried about her.

Especially Remus. He'd taken to following her around, catching her, giving words of encouragement and hope. The odd kiss on her cheek. This just caused her to scowl and hastily wipe off that cheek with a sleeve of her shirt. He finally decided to go for the younger woman, and now she didn't want him. It was frustrating. For both of them. He finally decides to pursue her, and she gets feelings that kick up inside of her. Making her sulk around, questioning things. And with the full moon the next night, there would be nothing that he could do.

And Jessie was no better off then Tonks. She was using her wand to bathe, with painful cleaning spells. One's meant for objects, not people. But she found they worked. And still, she walked around as Hunter. Trailing beautiful girls, and taking them on dates, every single one of which reminded her in one way or another of Tonks. She'd gone so far as to nearly fool around with one that had dyed her hair an abysmal shade of blindingly bright pink. And being within London, she found it easy to hide from each girl in a different part of the city. But soon enough, she was going to run out of places to hide. One could only play with girls uncaringly for so long. Heaving a great sigh, Jessie decided to take a huge risk. Sneaking into an alley way, she disapparated.

To their rotten luck, Harry and Hermione, paired off by a worried Mrs. Weasley, raced after the figure of Hunter. But turning into the dead-end alley, they found no one. Instantly, Hermione knew that Ginny had been right. She flushed a very dark shade at this realization. Remembering what had happened in the small coffee shop. Looking at Harry quickly, they stared at each other for a moment, and then began to race back the way they came. Wanting to hurry, and get back to Tonks. To tell her Hunter was Jessie after all. They'd found her, she was close.

The full moon came far too quickly for Jessie, or Remus' liking. Jessie clambered out of the back-seat of her abandoned old car stark naked, and Remus apparated to a spot in the woods close-by. She didn't know why she'd decided to return, and Remus had no clue what he was doing. But before either could think a further thought, the change ripped through them. Hunched over in pain, Jessie tried to fight it, no longer wanting what she'd had since birth. Stretched up, and out, Remus actually welcomed it. Howling to the moon as sweet freedom washed over him. Jessie was unable to hold it back, and soon she too in instinct, howled with the distantly close sound of Remus' howl. And then, as they always did when a fight was on the horizon, everything went blank for Jessie.

Beast took over, and she bounded freely across the open fields, and then into the woods before she pounced onto a ready and waiting Remus Lupin. He snapped his jaw closed around one of her legs and turned to pin her easily beneath him. Three paws were all he used to pin her, the other menacingly waiting for her to do something, to swipe. But he never did. No, he just twisted his jaw and sunk his teeth deeper as she tried to struggle to get away. Nearly the entire night, that's how they stayed. Until a few well aimed kicks knocked him loose. And though hurt, she took off at a run back towards her car. Once again, her home. She didn't know it, but Remus was right on her tail.

Jessie groaned, and shifted uneasily on something hard and cold. Turning, and shivering greatly, she realized that she was upon the hood of her car. Carefully, and slowly she opened her eyes. "Bloody sunlight." She said begrudgingly, moving to push herself up to her feet. But she didn't make it far before falling down again. "Fuck." She cursed under her breath, her attention going to her right forearm. Quickly she shut her eyes tight and looked away, trying not to heave and empty out her already empty stomach. She moved to get up again, not opening her eyes, and then slipped. Cracking an eye, she wondered how she missed the fact that she was covered in a blanket. Blanket? Her tired mind questioned before she rolled over again and sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest. Opening her eyes, she squinted in the bright morning sun to find a freshly showered Tonks watching her. Bags still hung under her tired eyes. "How long-"

"I just arrived five minutes ago. And I would have bandaged your arm if I'd been able to see it." she said, nodding to the wound. Jessie closed her eyes and grimaced, swallowing hard as she turned her head away from it. "Its fine." She lied. "But why are you here?" she asked the now black haired woman. "Remus was here last night. Fought with you again to keep you here… Or that's what he told us. We've been worried about you…. I've been worried about you." She admitted, walking closer with fresh clothes in her hands. "You were worried about me when I nearly killed your boyfriend?" she questioned, eyebrows raised in curiosity. She extended a hand to accept the clothes when Tonks stopped "Boyfriend? What boyfriend?" She was really confused, surely Jessie couldn't mean Remus. But the younger girl proved her wrong "Isn't Remus your boyfriend, aren't the two of you, like dating? Because the two of you went on a hell of a lot of dates." She said, running a hand over her close cropped hair that had grown some. Tonks shook her head laughing "No, those were just dates. Now here, dress quickly. Everyone, including Mrs. Weasley," she added at the look on Jessie's face "is very anxious to see you." Jessie didn't believe a word that Tonks said, but did as she was told. She slipped off the hood of the car, and not caring if Tonks saw her; she dropped the blanket to the ground and began to dress her bruised and bleeding body.

St. Mungo's, Two Hours Later

"Ow! Shit that stuff stings! What the fuck is it?!" Jessie said in a very loud voice as a medi-witch set to cleaning her open arm wound, the others healed with potions. Mrs. Weasley, who been on leaning over the nurse's shoulder, glared and then began to lecture her in a stern voice for swearing so openly before people. Only interrupted by Jessie's loud shouts of pain. Everyone she'd talked to at Headquarters was there. Hermione and Ginny were sitting close together behind Mrs. Weasley as they watched, Jessie could just make out that they were holding hands and trying to hide it, and Harry and Ron were shoulder to shoulder standing behind them. A few people she knew to be in the Order were there, but she'd only ever said hi to them. She supposed they were only here because of Tonks. Who was currently moving from the edge of her bed, to the one that sat behind her. A small growl of annoyance escaped her. Remus. She thought with detest right before the nurse wrapping her arm spoke. "Okay, you're good to go. It will heal within the next twenty four hours, provided that you don't do anything to put stress on it."

"Yes, all right." Jessie said, nodding at the nurse as she rolled her sleeve back down gingerly. The wound may have been wrapped, but it still stung. She was happy that she wasn't right handed, other wise it would be very hard not to put stress on it. "So, just to be clear, I am free to leave this hospital, right?" Jessie asked, sliding to the edge of the bed, and fully ready to take a run for it. She still no longer felt that she belonged any where near Tonks. She still wanted her, but thought she had no right to her. Not if she was going to keep attacking someone obviously close to her. "Yes. You are free to leave the-" It was all she'd heard, because she was gone. She had her wand, and could do just fine in the muggle world. So, that is where she would go. Well, that's what she thought until a hand snagged her left bicep and pulled her back. She was so close to the apparation free point too. She looked up, and glared at-

"What do you want Ronald?" her eyes drifted to his left and she heaved a sigh "And Harry… What do you boys want?" she asked, displaying annoyance, and exasperation with the position she shifted her body into. "Why are you running?" Harry asked, his eyes on Ron's hand gripping her arm. He was preventing her from going anywhere. "Because it's great exercise." She said smartly, tilting her head to the side. "No, you took off really fast. Why?" it was Ron that spoke this time and she tried to free her arm before heaving a sigh. She thought about it for a moment and then said "Because it's frustrating. Being that close to something you desire, and not standing a chance with them."

"You mean Tonks, right?" Harry asked, looking sympathetic. But it wasn't something that she wanted. She didn't want sympathy from any of them. It would only serve to make her feel worse. And she already felt bad enough. There was this sort of sick feeling in her gut, turning and tightening. "Of course!" Jessie suddenly snapped. "There's something about her that just draw's me in." she paused for a moment "And when you see her, tell her it's her pink hair that suits her best." She said, before quickly jerking her arm free of Ron's grasp and running again. This time she made it, and was able to safely apparate away. She didn't know why, but she went straight back to her rusty beat up old car. Fighting tears that now threatened to over run her eyes, she crawled into the back seat and curled up. All she wanted to do was sleep, rid the pain from her mind and body and heart. And sleep was the only thing that could do that. But it was not something that called to her. There was no dark shroud to blanket her and send her to dream land. No, she lay there, awake with her mind racing and nothing but the sound of her heart beating within her ears.

Hanging their heads, Harry and Ron went back to the others, and told them. "We don't know where she went." Ron said, going to stand behind Hermione. Carefully he placed his hands on her shoulders, no one but Ginny and Harry catching her flinch. "We managed to get one thing out of her though." Harry added, looking directly at Tonks. "She said that you look best with your hair, pink."