Your body was shaking as you ran from the cabin, how could he do this to you? You didn't look where you were going, you didn't bother, what was the point? It wasn't like you were going to be able to just leave the compound. You finally found yourself alone by a group of trees; sadness was clear on your face as you leaned against the rough bark. Your cheeks were red, your face was puffy and you couldn't help but sniff as you sunk down to sit on the roots. Raking your fingers through your hair to push it out of your face, tucking the pieces of hair behind your ear, you leaned back and looked up into the trees. Tears ran down your face, you couldn't help but realize how emotionally drained you were right now, all the emotions you'd gone through over the last twenty four hours were catching up with you. As you pulled your legs into your chest, your arms wrapped tightly around them you found yourself wishing you'd never been with the Clarks.
"What were you doing there Troy?" The words echoed through Troy's mind as he stood looking at his father in his place of authority. "I was doing tests, I know things now Dad. I know how different body weights effect the change, I know a lot. Sure I might've killed people, but they were only people that were going to die anyway." Troy explained with a shrug of his shoulders. "What about the Clarks?" He questioned. "Nick came across the border with a bunch of Mexicans; the men were doing their duty like you did. The others, well they were alone. Just the four of them, it was the Madison and Y/N plus the two that are in the chopper with Jake." Troy looked at his father with his one eye as he nodded. "What about this Y/N? She seems to have caught your eye." Troy chose to not answer that question, his eye narrowing as he looked toward his father, unsure if that had been a pun or not.
"I need to get on with my work." Troy spoke, moving to turn away. "Troy." Jeremiah spoke clearly and sternly, wanting his son to listen before he went anywhere. "Yes?" He turned back to look at him. "The Clarks, they're here now. They will be making their home here I'm sure of it. Now, whatever happened back there while you were meant to be on that fuel run, I don't care. You did, what you thought was right. However, now they are residents here, I don't want any more trouble between you and them, do I make myself clear?" Troy nodded softly. "Crystal." Jeremiah nodded and looked back at his work. "Good, now off you go." Troy looked at his father and nodded softly, before walking off.
Stepping out into the cool early evening air, Troy let out a sigh and made his way to his truck so he could head off to the fields to check the crops and the fencing before going to dinner. However the thought of dinner tonight seemed to turn his stomach slightly, he wasn't exactly hungry and he just wanted to go to bed, maybe watch a movie then go to bed, it was a possibility. Driving to the fields, he stopped the truck as he noticed something by a cluster of trees, getting out of the car, his hand moving to check for his gun. He moved over ready to take out whatever it was over there. However he didn't need to, his body relaxed as he realized it was Y/n. Bending down, he reached out to wake them, but pulled his hand back as he noticed the tearstained cheeks.
'What have you done to me Y/N?' The words echoed in your mind as you opened your eyes, a slight gasp leaving your lips as you did so. Looking up, you noticed that you weren't in the cabin. What had happened? This wasn't where you fell asleep last night, was it? It quickly came flooding back, you'd been under that tree, you'd been crying after that fight with Nick. Where were you now? Slipping out of bed, you were still dressed, however as you moved across the room you noticed you were barefoot and your belt had been removed for comfort, but other than that your jeans and your t-shirt were on. Standing in front of a small mirror you looked at yourself for a moment, before turning to the sound of the door opening. "Morning." Looking at Troy as he stepped inside, with a tray of food, you couldn't help but bite down on your lip. "I found you outside and you honestly didn't look like you wanted to go home so I gave you my bed for the night." He explained, causing you to bite your lip slightly.
Troy cleared his throat after a moment and walked over to the table and placed down two plates and cups. "Coffee and breakfast, I figured I'd leave it here if you were asleep, I saw when you were in the truck how long you can sleep for." Your cheeks flushed slightly as he moved to look at you. "I have to go get my bandaged changed soon, but do you want to eat together?" You realized you'd not said anything since Troy had been in the room, what was wrong with you? "Let me, change your bandage that is. I'm pretty good at first aid and it's the least I can do for you bringing me in last night." Troy shrugged; he wasn't going to fight you when it came to cleaning a wound like that. "Thanks." He responded, picking up his coffee, and the other mug, he offered you a cup and smiled. "Nick might hate you, but at least you have manners." You said letting out a little laugh.
"I'm going to guess that chat with Nick didn't go very well." You shook your head softly. "No, it really didn't go well at all." You commented looking away and taking a sip of coffee, trying to not pull a face at the bitter taste. "Do you want to talk about it?" You shook your head as you placed down the coffee. "No, it's alright, thank you. But no." Noticing the gap between the two of you closing, you pulled away quickly and picked up a piece of food. "The food here is amazing; it's really great to be somewhere that feels so untouched by what happened." Troy nodded softly. "My dad was smart." You nodded in agreement, looking at him. "We should go get that bandage changed."
When Troy left, you slipped on your socks, boots and belt before pulling your hair up into a tight bun. While you waited for him to return, you made the bed, trying to keep yourself busy while you waited for him. Looking up as he walked back in, you gave him a smile and sat down on the edge of the bed, an awkward feeling running through your body. "Alright, ready to clean me up?" You nodded, looking up at him with a small grin. "Yeah, I am." Once he sat down, you reached up and pulled the bandage carefully off of his eye. Bandage or no bandage this man was so handsome, you could hardly look away. Starting to clean it, you focused on the cut under his eye, feeling your cheeks turn red as he stared at you, and at the level of concentration on your face.
"Almost done." You found yourself saying softly, as you bring your hands away from his cut. "Why won't you look at me?" Feeling his hands move to your cheeks, you sucked in a breath as he brought your face up to look him in the eyes. You found yourself thinking about what Nick had said to you the day before, but the issue was Troy was… there was something about him. Even if Nick felt like it was a betrayal of the family, you couldn't help yourself, not with him, not with the way you felt electric running through your body at his touch. "Did I do something wrong?" Troy asked, part of you wanted to say yes, but he didn't, not really. "No." You whispered, as the pair of you gravitated toward each other. "Are you sure?" You didn't bother to answer; your lips met his to silence the conversation.
Troy's arms slipped from your face and moved to your hips, pulling you closer to him as your arms wrapped around his neck. The kiss was more intense than the one before, this time you knew what you wanted. You wanted Troy, and he wanted you too. He pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling him as he did. "Y/N." He uttered, his lips travelling from yours down your jaw. Your fingers started to unbutton his shirt, the need you had for him growing as his lips brushed your collar bone. "Troy."
It wasn't you that was saying his name however. Looking around toward the door, Troy pulled away slowly a sound of frustration leaving his lips. "Yeah Dad?" He called causing you bite down on your lip as you realized Troy's member was pressing against your leg. "Your brother is home." You and Troy looked at each other for a moment as he sighed once again. "I'll be right out, just having my bandage changed." Slipping off of his lap, you grabbed what you needed and then applied the bandage to his eye. Moving to stand up, Troy grabbed your hand and pulled you back down. His body moved on top of yours and pinning you down with his hips, you found yourself letting out a small gasp at the feel of him pressing against you. "To be continued?" He uttered, making you nod. "To be continued."
Getting up, he pulled you up and kissed you softly, then adjusted his pants as he made his way toward the bedroom exit. Looking over at you for a moment, he grinned softly, and then walked out. Going after him, you made your way toward the gate with Troy, noticing Madison and Nick as you went. You didn't dare look at Nick, but Madison you gave a small smile to. As the gate opened, you rushed over and hugged Alicia tightly. "I'm so glad you're alright." You uttered softly, pulling back you looked up at her to make sure she was alright. Thankfully Madison was too focused on Alicia and where Travis was to quiz you on where you'd been all night. But it wasn't really thankful a moment later as you realized Travis wasn't with them.
So many people had been lost since the start of the apocalypse and honestly you felt as if you could no longer take it. Biting down on your lip, you tried to bite back the sadness that was appearing on your face. It was only a moment later you realized that Troy was holding a gun to Lucy and then a second later Nick had it and was pointing it at Troy. "Nick… don't." You found the words leaving your lips as you watched him with fear in your eyes. It was the first time you'd spoken to him since yesterday, your blood was still boiling. "Nick."
Jeremiah managed to talk it down, thankfully, causing you to let out a thankful sigh. Nick moved to stand beside you as Luciana was placed onto a stretcher. "If you've chosen him, over us… you're right. You're not our family." Nick uttered in your ear, causing you to turn and look at him. "You pick everything over your family, don't you dare start lecturing me Nick." He was so frustrating, how dare he, he was such a hypocrite. Pulling your eyes away, you looked at Troy for a moment, then walked away heading for the cabin for some clean clothes and a very much deserved shower.