Set during 6x08, "Fade Into You"
Will the ending reek of salty cheeks
And runny makeup alone
Or will blood run down the face
Of a boy bewildered and scorned
And you'll find yourself in a skirmish
And you wish you'd never been born
And you tie yourself to the tracks
And there isn't no going back
And it's wrong wrong wrong
Are you pulling her from a burning building
Or throwing her to the sharks
Can only hope that the ending is as pleasurable as the start
That's right, he won't let her out his sight
You knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kiss
Quiet and unassuming but you heard that they were the naughtiest
She pleaded with you to take it off
But you resisted and fought
Sorry sweetheart, I'd much rather keep on the balaclava.
"Balaclava" - Arctic Monkeys
Chapter 7- He Won't Let Her Out His Sight
May 9th, 1994
It was a sunny Monday morning, just two days after their college graduation, and Skye was finally supposed to meet Kai's parents. Traffic was heavy on Interstate-5, and the couple had gotten a late start. Kai weaved in and out of lanes and around the other cars like a maniac, at least by Skye's measure.
"Kai, slow down, please," Skye persisted. This was her third try, and Kai wasn't listening, or more appropriately, obeying. In fact, sometimes, she suspected he went a little faster each time she asked.
"Skye, I have to speed if we want to get to my parents' house on time," he reasoned. "Punctuality is crucial to a first impression, and you were the one that wanted to give them a good one, right?"
Skye scoffed. She had originally wanted to make the best impression she could, but she felt like any shot at a good impression was blown now, as she sat, perched on the edge of her seat with the visor mirror pulled down, dabbing at the glaring red spot on her neck with some foundation powder. "Not at the expense of my life. And we wouldn't be late if it wasn't for you," she remained him lightly. She was surprised that Kai was actually eager to be headed home, normally he dreaded it.
"Excuse me, you were the one who suddenly decided your entire wardrobe was inadequate."
"I would've found something sooner if hadn't distracted me," she countered.
"If anything, you distracted me by your lack of clothes," Kai shot back, good-naturedly. She couldn't help but let out a short laugh at the statement. The sound made him grin. God, did she love that grin-his square, white teeth and soft lips. The way it lit up his whole face, and almost put her in a trance, reminiscent to the first time she had ever seen him. It almost made her forget small annoyance with him. Almost, because the red spot still remained partly visible in the visor mirror, in spite of the make up.
Normally, she wouldn't care about a hickey, but on the day she was going to meet his parents for the first time, it seemed a little inappropriate. Luckily, her hair could cover it, should the powder wear off, as long as she kept it resting over her neck.
She shut the visor, and leaned back in her seat. Surveying Kai as he drove, lounging in the seat, with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the windowsill of the door, she was envious of his casual clothing: tan cargo pants, a reddish T-shirt, a white long-sleeved shirt underneath, his omnipresent silver chain, and black cuff bracelet. She wished she could've just showed up in her ripped jeans, worn Converse, and faded Beatles shirt, but she figured that wouldn't be very prudent. So she settled for her black and white flower printed sundress paired with a white T-shirt underneath it. It was a little bit casual, but still dressy enough to be appropriate for the occasion, she thought. Of course, Kai barely gave her an opinion either way, stating only "clothes," when she had asked him what to wear. Studying him closer, she came to a realization.
"You're not wearing black today?" she asked. The couple had been in a period of mourning, with the recent suicide of Kurt Cobain.
"No, today's a happy day," he said. "My beautiful girlfriend is finally meet my crackpot parents, who, by the way, still owe me a very special 22nd birthday present."
"Your birthday was months ago." January 26th to be exact. He had first reminded her four months in advance, and kept reminding her at least three times a month as it got closer. They had celebrated it by themselves early on the 7th because she had surprised him with a pair of concert tickets to see Nirvana in Seattle-they had a great time together, that was even more special now being one of Kurt's last performances. On Kai's real birthday, they celebrated by themselves again with dinner and cake at their apartment. She thought they had a good time then too, at least from what she actually remembered as two bottles of tequila had been involved.
"They wanted to wait to give us this present," he explained, smiling infectiously. He seemed excited at the prospect of this gift.
"Ooo, is it a car?" she burst out. "Please let it be a new car." They desperately need a new one because she wasn't sure the one, a black '76 Lincoln Continental, they were currently riding in was going to make it very long in their next phase of life. They were moving to Seattle, where Kai had gotten accepted into the University of Washington's medical school program, and she had applied for jobs at some of the city's independent publishing houses.
"No," he laughed. "Something even better than that. Something I've wanted for a long time," he told her, his voice now enigmatically wistful. She tried to think up guesses as to what that something could be, but when she voiced them, he denied each one.
They drove for thirty-five more minutes, and it was only when they passed through Portland's downtown that the gravity of the situation settled over Skye. She could feel her nerves setting in and getting the best of her; she grew quieter. It was only when they were fifteen minutes completely past Portland and on a two-lane country highway, surrounded by woodland, that she spoke up again. "Whoa, I didn't know you lived this far out. Have you secretly been a farm boy this whole time, Kai?"
"I just have very paranoid parents. And please, no Deliverance jokes, either, babe," he said, giving her a humorless glance. "We only have about twenty more minutes until we get there." Pointing to the car clock that read 11: 40, he teased, "Would you look at that? Right on time."
She ignored his teasing because her nerves skyrocketed. "Tell me about them again, please," she pleaded.
Sighing, he told her his tips again, which actually resembled reassurances more - reminding her that his Dad was a curmudgeon that didn't like anyone, his twin sister, Josette, and other six siblings, whom he already described in infinite detail at her insistence, would like her for novelty's sake, and that his mother, though she could be guarded, really had no reason to not like her. Skye, focusing on his words and keeping the pit in her stomach settled, really paid no attention to his turns and the car's exterior surroundings and was stunned when they had finally arrived at their destination.
"We're here," he announced cheerfully. Here was deep into the forest, on a dirt path. She didn't really see anything except trees. No structures, no sign of civilization. Turning back to his amused face, she shot him a confused look.
"Is this the part where you reveal you're actually a psycho, and then savagely murder me?" she asked, jokingly. Though, a small part of her might have been half serious.
He started laughing, laughter that slowly turned into cackling practically. "Cackling is not really reassuring," she said, while he attempted to calm himself.
"Ah, you're too funny, babe," he said, coming down from his fit, letting a few chuckles escape him intermittently. Leaning over, he kissed her temple. "Come on, we have to walk the rest of the way."
She stepped out and followed him as strolled forward confidently until he passed through two small, post-like brick structures and they were suddenly greeted by a two-story white house in the middle of a clearing. It was large, it was charming; a quintessential family home. Skye became self-conscious-this house was like three times the size of her family's home in Salem.
Kai stopped for her in the yard a few feet from the porch steps, as she took everything in. She smiled at him. "Wow, it's beautiful," she said.
He only rolled his eyes, and that's when the front door slammed open with a bang. A young woman with dark hair rushed out, headed for Skye. She caught Skye in a tight hug, which the Skye returned somewhat tentatively. She glanced over the girl shoulder to Kai, who was laughing to himself quietly at his sister's exuberance. "It so great to finally meet you, Skyler," the girl said, as she pulled away.
"Josette?" Skye asked, smiling warmly, as she regarded the girl that looked like a female version of Kai.
"Oh, sorry. You can call me Jo," Josette replied. "I'm just excited. Kai's never brought home any of his girlfriends before."
"Oh, really?" she asked, grinning at him. He had tensed at his sister's admission.
"Jo," Kai warned.
But before Skye could ask for details, they were interrupted by other Parker family members slowly filtering their way out of the house and into the yard. Two very young children, a boy and girl, four years old, blond and angelic, came up behind Jo. The boy hid behind Jo's legs, but the girl eyed Skye critically.
"You must be Lucas and Olivia," she said, remembering the information she had pried out of Kai.
Jo reached her hand down to smooth Lucas's hair. "Can you two say hi?"
"Hi," Olivia said shyly. Lucas remained quiet.
Two boys and a girl were behind the twins. The girl was the tallest, skinny and a blonde as well, she looked to be on the cusp of teenagerdom, complete with braces and acne. Skye smiled at her next. "Nicoletta, right?" she asked, holding out her hand. The girl shook her hand, returning the smile. The two boys, the taller one Skye figured was Joseph, eleven and blonde, and the shorter, younger one with dark hair was Isaac, gave her perplexed looks, before they turned to Kai. "Who is she?" Joey asked.
"This, little bro-," Kai said, coming to Skye's side and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "-is Skye, my girlfriend."
Isaac crinkled up his nose at the word 'girlfriend.' Joey, however, teased, "You could get a girlfriend?"
"Ha, ha," Kai returned sarcastically, releasing Skye to lunge at his brother playfully, ruffling his hair.
"Joseph, don't be rude," a new voice chastised. An older, thin woman had appeared on the porch, smiling. She had blonde hair and as she made her way down the porch stairs, past her numerous children who parted like the Red Sea, and closer to Skye. Skye noticed her eyes were exactly like Kai's. She extended her hand. "Alison Parker, pleased to meet you. Skyler, right?"
"Yes, ma'am," Skye said, feeling her nerves, which had dissipated at Kai's siblings' informal reception, resurface at the older woman's entrance. This was who she had to impress, after all. She vaguely heard Kai's snicker in the background.
"I hope you're hungry, Skyler," said. "Lunch is already on the table." Isaac and Joey bounded up the stairs and through the door within the instant, Mrs. Parker following right after, leading Jo, Nicoletta, and the twins, leaving Kai and Skye in the rear.
Skye took a deep breathe. Kai grabbed her hand, pulling her forward. "Ma'am?" he questioned, his eyes gleaming laughingly.
"I got nervous," she replied quietly. He squeezed her hand, and it gave her just a tad more confidence as they walked up the porch steps.
Skye was getting really tired of waking up from drug-induced sleeps, disoriented and terrified. Unable to recognize her surroundings, or even tell how much time had passed. Everything ached-her limbs, her head. She dreaded even opening her eyes, fearing what she would see. Her mutilated body, maybe. Worse, now she had to worry about Bonnie, and what Kai had done to her. Her brain had no qualms assaulting her with images of all of sorts of horrific possibilities-all deriving from her own experiences at Kai's expert and terrible hands.
All she knew at this particular moment of awakening was that someone was crinkling cellophane really loudly, exacerbating the pain in her aching head, music was playing softly in the background, and she was in a moving car-its interior she vaguely recognized. Her drug-dazed brain could identify the song, Nirvana's "In Bloom,", but not the tree-lined, straight, two lane highway she observed through the windshield. Glancing over, she saw Kai behind the steering wheel, eating a Twinkie in an obnoxious way, almost stuffing the whole confection in his mouth at once while a can of Coke fizzed in the cupholder of the console.
He had changed his clothes; now clad in black cargo pants, a dark blue jacket, a light blue graphic shirt, and combat boots. His hand went down to the Coke can, without looking. She watched as he took a hearty swig.
She looked down at herself, she was still dressed in her blood drenched outfit from who knew how many days ago, except the buttons of the shirt had been done up to cover her tank top. And her hands were sitting in her lap, bound together with duct tape. She didn't know whether to be happy or angry that he hadn't tried to clean her or change her clothes, but she settled for being disgusted about everything overall. She brought her hands up to her chest, and fingered the rough patches of dried blood along her skin, the duct tape somewhat hindering her mobility. She hadn't even thought about her appearance when she and Bonnie had been running around Mystic Falls.
Her movements caught Kai's attention as he pulled the can from his lips. "Mm, you're up. Great timing once again, babe."
"So how long have you kept me knocked out?" she questioned dully. Her voice was hoarse.
"For two wonderful days, which were filled with complete solitude," he answered, smirking. "It was great not having to listen to you two: 'blah...blah…blah...Kai, you're a sociopath...blah blah being moral and self-righteous is so fun.' Not." He took another sip of the Coke then held the can out to her. "Thirsty?"
Skye hesitated before begrudgingly taking the can from his grasp awkwardly. She only took it because her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton.
She drank, feeling ridiculous and uncoordinated because of her taped hands, and Kai started slowing the car. She pulled the can from her mouth in alarm as Kai turned right onto a gravel road, one that lead into a forest. She craned her neck to look through the passenger window for a road sign, but did not find one. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see," he answered cryptically. She cast a look over her shoulder to be met with an empty backseat, and then felt ashamed as a new thought occurred, one she hadn't thought of before.
"Where's Bonnie?" she asked, worriedly.
"Relax," he said, chuckling at her tone. "She's in the trunk. Don't worry, she's tied up."
Skye exhaled loudly; she couldn't say she was surprised. "So how was I so lucky to be put up front?"
"I wanted the company," he shrugged, casual. "Now, I will put on some Hole if you stop asking questions. I know how you love your angry feminists."
She was ready to stop anyway, but Kai stayed true to his promise. For the next fifteen minutes, they listened to Courtney Love's harsh vocals as he drove deeper and deeper into the forest. Soon, the gravel gave way to a large dirt track, and it was only when Kai came to a stop a little distance away from two old, dilapidated brick gate posts, and the vast clearing that laid beyond that Skye realized where they were. His family's house, which meant they were outside of Portland. This turns of events actually did surprise her. She hadn't been here since the beginning of their incarceration, and she didn't think Kai had been here that much either in their time in the prison world.
Skye immediately stepped out from the car while Kai cut the engine, and headed to the trunk. Seeing the car in all it's hulking glory, she realized with some amazement it was the one Kai drove before he snapped. The one they had shared while they had lived together. He must've kept it safely in Portland. Of course he would take care of his car, she thought bitterly.
It only registered belatedly that she couldn't open the trunk, and she sighed. She waited impatiently as Kai leisurely made his way to the trunk with the key, a smug expression on his face.
He lifted the truck lid high. "Wakey, wakey."
Skye heard Bonnie made a disgruntled noise, and tried to peer in, but Kai blocked her way as he grasped Bonnie's arms, and hefted her out of the car onto her feet opposite them.
Her gaze darted around her unfamiliar surroundings, before her attention focused on Skye. "How did I-?"
Kai, leaning his hand on the upturned trunk lid, interrupted her, "Get so lucky to arrive here on a private flight piloted by yours truly?"
Bonnie looked as disoriented and confused as Skye felt at the moment. Skye opened her mouth to provide some reassurance, but Kai was still running his mouth.
"Oh, you would've been super impressed with my flying skills," Kai continued arrogantly. "But I had already knocked you out with pain killers." He reached into the truck again, retrieved his green bag, then threw it to the ground. Skye wondered if there were any more painkillers or syringes in there, and contemplated making a grab for it, but was distracted by Bonnie's question.
"Where are we?"
"Portland, Oregon," Kai replied. "Stomping grounds of Courtney Love, Tonya Harding,-" Apparently, Skye should've been paying more attention to Kai, who now held a switchblade. He released the blade, and turned towards Skye, "-and tons of other awesome people." He grabbed her left arm with his free hand, raising her bound wrists up in the air, and swiped the blade between them, severing the tape.
"Please," Skye snorted, as she flexed her sore wrists and rubbed them gingerly. His fingers lingered on her skin, causing a familiar tingle, but she quickly pulled her arm away. "You only think Tonya Harding's awesome because of the whole Nancy Kerrigan incident."
He had taken a step back and was now smiling mischievously, still keeping a tight grip on the knife. "Sometimes, babe, you just have to fight dirty to get what you want out of life."
"Oh, was that a Kai Parker original? Are you on par with Plato now?" Skye deadpanned, scowling. His smiled relaxed, but he had titled his head and his eyes were fixed on her intently, glinting wryly.
However, Bonnie seemed to have no clue what they were talking about and cut in, "You could've brought us anywhere in the world, and you took us to Portland?" Skye laughed at a little at the witch's unimpressed tone. Kai turned, and cut through Bonnie's binding more roughly and quickly. "This is where I grew up," he explained.
"Ow," she complained, grabbing her wrist in pain. Kai threw the tape remnants carelessly to the ground, where they landed on the backpack.
Kai propped his elbow on the trunk lid. "I've been counting eclipses since I was imprisoned on this empty planet, and according to my running tally, I've been here for 6, 771 supernaturally repeating days." Bonnie swayed, dropping to rest against the car. Skye stepped towards her in alarm, while Kai remained undisturbed. "So in the real world, which we'll never get back to because you sent your magic away in a teddy bear, today's my favorite day of the year," he finished with a small smile.
Skye paused, coming to a stop beside Bonnie as the witch resumed her upright position again with little difficulty, and questioned Kai, "And what day is that?"
"His birthday, probably," Skye said. He always made a big deal about it, even during their imprisonment.
"Nope, Thanksgiving," he informed, shutting the trunk. "I'm cooking you both dinner." He flicked the pointed end of the knife between them, before he turned and set off around the car, walking towards the brick gate posts.
Bonnie looked at her in bewilderment. Skye just shook her head, and headed towards the backpack Kai had left behind. "This is what he does; it's a cycle. Maim and brutalize then play nice," she explained. Lifting the bag, she was disappointed by how light it was. She was guessing it was empty, and she was completely right, she learned, as she swept its inside and various other pockets. "He thinks changing tactics will get him what he wants. Except-" she broke out, pausing to think. She didn't know where the other backpack was, and she hadn't seen it inside the car. Which meant it was probably in the now closed trunk they couldn't access, containing who knew what.
"Except we don't know what he's up to?" Bonnie finished for her. Skye nodded, pushing her hair back anxiously.
"Hurry up!" Kai called out across the distance. He had come to a stop right at the brick posts, the threshold to his yard.
"I guess we're gonna find out," Skye said. The girls fell in step with each other as they started towards where Kai was waiting for them impatiently, leant against a tree. He brought his black cuff bracelet up twice, in a exaggerated display of checking the time, but Skye knew the bracelet had no clock.
"Can he really fly a plane?" Bonnie asked, eyeing Kai suspiciously.
"One of us had to learn if we wanted to go to Europe," Skye responded then cringed. She didn't like to think about their time in Europe.
When they were close to him, he pushed off from the tree and finally walked past the brick structures into the yard. "Ahh, memories," he said, tinkering with the knife in his hands. Skye and Bonnie followed, a few feet behind. Skye noticed as he slipped the switchblade into his right pocket.
Before them stood the beautiful and big white house just as Skye remembered it, complete with blue accented doors and shutters. A pink bike thrown down in the yard, a toy cart and wooden rocking chair on the porch - its exterior gave off an aura of homeliness, but Skye knew the nightmarish interior didn't match.
Walking up the stairs of the porch, carefully and slowly, Kai spoke with nostalgia, "The pitter-patter of little siblings' feet. Witchy-woo chanting in the air. Mom and Dad calling me an abomination." Skye detected a slight hitch in Kai's delivery of the words, on 'abomination.'
She wondered for a small moment if the hitch was genuine.
"Why would you wanna come back here?" Bonnie inquired.
"'Cause I can finally show it to someone," he answered. Upon seeing Skye's baffled face, he added,"Someone other than Skye, because that really only lasted a day, and happened under very special circumstances."
"Plus, let's not forget the extenuating circumstances that followed," Skye interjected.
But Kai wasn't ready to acknowledge those circumstances, and so proceeded like she hadn't spoken, instead focusing on Bonnie. "My coven goes out of their way to make sure no finds us. But since they're not here to be paranoid freak shows-" he indicated behind him with a flourish of his arm, "Mi casa es su casa."
Bonnie glanced unsurely at Skye, but Skye's sickened gaze was fixed on Kai.
Biting his bottom lip, Kai waved them forward. "Come on," he encouraged excitedly before opening the creaking door.
Bonnie went in first, and Skye was not far behind. Skye immediately noticed Bonnie's slight flinch at the first patch of blood that greeted them in the dim and musty foyer-the smear on the side of the staircase. Skye's eyes darted to the other spots-the small splatter on the hardwood floor, then the big pool up ahead in the short hall. The long smear on the wall, then the red hand trail that traveled the length of the back door. Kai simply walked through; Skye watched as he dragged his hand along the wall smear, almost reverently.
She shuddered, and then took off up the stairs.
"Uh, where are you going?" Kai's voice came up through the stairwell. Skye didn't answer, only continued up to the second floor landing and worked quickly to sidestep more blood trails.
Reaching a closed door along the left hallway, she prayed it was a bathroom. It was, a small one. After turning the lock, she ran to the sink. She thought she might start hyperventilating any moment; it felt like she was returning to a scene of a recent crime. Because you are, she thought, even after 18 years. Finally seeing the state of her appearance in the mirror above the sink didn't help one bit. Her hair was matted, she was pale, there was a huge red stain peeking out from the collar of her flannel shirt. Instantly, Skye bent to pull open the cabinet doors under the sink, and grabbed a washrag she found there. She wet it, unbuttoned her shirt, and scrubbed at her skin until the faint traces of any blood were washed away down the sink, and her skin was red for a different reason, being rubbed raw. She scrubbed her face with a different washrag. She grimaced at the pink tank top, that was originally bright white. She bent her head under the spray of water, and wet her hair, combing her fingers through it. She dried the thick, sopping strands with a white towel she also found in the cabinet.
After her ministrations, Skye felt a little better, a little more refreshed and calmer. More clear-headed, and that's when she remembered she had selfishly left Bonnie alone with Kai.
"Shit," she whispered, and rushed to open the door. However, she was met with Kai's chest, and tried to back away. He grabbed her arms to stop her, but his touch was light, only minimally restraining her. She looked up in surprise, but Kai's face was expressionless, and he only seemed to be interested in scanning her face.
"Were you standing outside the door the whole time?" she asked.
"Nope, just got up here," he replied. "I thought I should check on you - I wouldn't want you going all 'Girl Interrupted' on us."
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of stealing your role, Mal," she said, pulling her arms out of his grip. "Don't pretend to care, you're not good at it, and I won't believe you anyway."
He let out a small laugh, and the corners of his mouth quirked up in amusement."You're right." But even as he said it, his hand reached up to tuck one of her wet tresses behind her ear. She didn't flinch or recoil, just focused on his quietly smoldering face, even as his hand drifted to rest on her cheek, his thumb tracing her cheekbone. "Bonnie was actually worried about you." His hand went to her chin, to hold her in place, and he seemed to gauge her reaction, or really the lack of one, before he leant down and brushed his lips against hers softly. Her eyes closed at the contact, but she refused to be affected by it, gritting her teeth. He pulled away a second later with a smirk, "But I know you're made of way stronger stuff." Her lips felt they had been branded red hot, matching the heat that had flared up in her body. The kiss itself was a mockery of gentleness and assurance, she wasn't sure why she had even allowed it to happen. Even as he was calling her strong, she didn't feel it, and perhaps that's why she didn't push him away.
"Come on," he said nonchalantly, already headed down the hallway to the landing. Skye followed slowly behind.
"I've already got our Thanksgiving spaghetti going. You're making garlic bread," he explained, as he sauntered down the stairs into the foyer, where she could hear the radio playing from the kitchen.
Going down the hall, however, Kai turned left down a different hallway, instead of right into the kitchen. She stopped by the end of the stairs, stupefied by the sight of the macabre blood prints. Kai appeared, a minute later, and strolled past, now carrying a bottle of wine. He didn't even spare her a glance as he went straight into the kitchen, and she heard him talking again. Poor Bonnie, she thought.
"Skye, get in here," he drawled loudly. Just as Skye crossed the threshold into the surprisingly small kitschy kitchen, Kai was snapping at Bonnie, "Don't touch that." He was behind the kitchen island and the stove which, Skye observed, had several pots and pans on its surface over lit burners.
The witch, seated at the table in the corner, held the boy's pager aloft, and snorted. "Your pager?" she asked. "Why?"
"He can be a little possessive," Skye told her, approaching the table and leaning against one of the chairs' back. "Kinda like a small child with his toys."
Bonnie smiled at her, but Skye also saw the concern her eyes. She gave her a small smile back to indicate her now calm, if somewhat unnerved, state of mind.
"Actually, because it's brand new, looks cool," Kai listed, putting a stray vegetable in his mouth. Chewing, and wiping his hand on a towel, he made his way over to the table. "And I don't want you to bust it," he finished, snatching the device from her grasp and winking at her. Bonnie let him, staring after him in astonishment as he walked back to the stove and hooked the pager to his waistband. She was probably, and understandably, flabbergasted at his weird flirtatiousness. Skye was entertained momentarily by her expression.
"Babe, can you please get started on the garlic bread?" he asked, while Bonnie floundered.
Skye sighed, loudly. "Since I've got nothing better to do, why not?" She was hungry too. She walked behind the island too, until she was in front of the cutting board where he had thoughtfully already cut up a baguette. Next, to the board was butter, a butter knife, and garlic seasoning powder. She picked up the knife and began spreading the butter on each slice of the bread.
Bonnie, in the next moment, seemed to come out of her shock. "Listen, Kai," she started. "My magic's gone. Which means we will be stuck here forever. Why don't we just divide the world in half and go our separate ways?"
"Ooo, that's a good idea, Bonnie," Skye chimed in. "We can take Europe. Kai, you can have Australia." He deserved to be living in the remotest continent, with the most deadly creatures. Kai glowered at her, before he put his attention back on Bonnie, who had nodded her enthusiastic agreement.
"I get it, Bonnie," he said, lifting a lid from a pot and letting steam escape. "I knocked you out, kidnapped you against your will. Can't you see I'm trying to apologize? Ask Skye, even she understands it's better to forgive and forget. Right, babe?" Skye had stopped spreading at the mention of her name, and was focused on giving Kai a dirty look as he glanced at her with a genuinely hopeful expression. His words had been darkly serious, his voice almost gravelly, a stark contrast to his usual caustically playful, lazy tone.
"I will never trust you, or like you, or enjoy your company for so much as one second," Bonnie told him vehemently. "And I know Skye doesn't either, at least not anymore. So just quit trying, just let us leave here unharmed." Skye admired the witch's bravery, but she wasn't so sure her request was going to be granted.
Kai went still at her words, and he seemed to be staring fixedly at a spot on the floor, his expression grim. "Fine," he said, replacing the lid on the pot before pulling the powder blue pot holder off his hand. "Can we at least have one last dinner conversation before my eternity of relative aloneness resumes?"
"So you agree?" Bonnie clarified. "One last dinner and then we peacefully go our separate ways?"
"In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I'll even let you take my car," Kai offered, his tone lighter and his profile, Skye saw from her periphery, was more relaxed and boyish.
Skye thought they should both be still wary of the sociopath, however, no matter how hard he kept up the pretense of cordiality and sincerity. Even if he let them leave today, he would find them again, no matter where they went.
"How can I help?" Bonnie asked cheerfully, smiling, having decided to trust his words, and reached for the wine bottle Kai had set on the table.
He smiled back. "I hope you like white wine, Bonnie," he said, as he shifted behind Skye, putting one hand on the small of her back. A hand that burnt through her shirt with its warmth. "It's Skye's favorite," he informed, opening a drawer beside her hip, and pulling out a corkscrew. As he walked the tool over to the witch, Skye, however, still couldn't shake the gnawing feeling of uneasiness.
A/N: Here it is! Once again, it's not the whole episode, but I desperately wanted to give you guys something after making you wait for three weeks. I won't give excuses, just know I'm sorry. I'm also sorry it prolongs the present narrative a bit longer, but I'm also able to explore the past more this way. Anyway, I also wanted to think my friend, Alison, for letting me use her name. She writes totally awesome Supernatural fanfics if you guys want to check her out, her user name is alisonmichal.
Thanks time ten to everyone who has kept following and favoriting this story. We've crossed the the 100 threshold in every category, I never thought it would be reached this quickly. Also, special thanks to the reviewers:
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welcomeisland: That was a very high compliment, thank you! I hope you like this chapter.
SourlessCherryxx: Lol, thank you so much! I'm sorry I didn't update sooner! I'm glad Skye's your favorite, and that you like her and Bonnie's friendship. Of course, I agree about Kai, haha.
TetraGirl: Thank you! Sorry, it didn't come soon, but I hope this chapter is good enough to make up for it. Hopefully, the next two will come quickly so you can see how she is in the real world and how they react to her.
RHatch89: Thank you!
VampiresAndLiars: Thank you! I tried to sneak a small one in just for you. Sorry if it was disappointing. Just know that a bigger and better one has already been planned and written for a long time; you just have to wait a little bit longer. Also, I'm glad you listen to the songs, it really means a lot.
thebluefeather : Thank you! Hope you like it!
BehindGrayEyes: Thank you so much! Your review was so thoughtful, helpful, and kind. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
skinkypi: Lol, you're welcome! Thank you for reviewing! I'm sorry I didn't update sooner, but I hope you like this chapter and that it causes the same emotions.
xCutePoison : Thank you! I hope you like this chapter!
Just Four Misfits : Thanks so much! I hope you love this one too.
GITANJALEE123: Thank you! I wish I could add Kol, but I don't think he'd have a place that was worthy of him right now. Funnily enough, however, before my obsession with Kai began, I was obsessed with Kol and had planned an /OC fic for him. This story was more convenient to write at this time, but maybe I could return to the other one day in the near future.
XxMikealsonForeverxX: Don't worry, take your time! Thank you for reviewing! Sorry to prolong their time in the prison world even more, but hopefully the new updates won't take long. Rebekah is pretty awesome! My fave is Elijah, but Kol is a close second.
Female whovian: It's okay, and thank you! Lol, your review made me laugh, and I'm not freaked out one bit. Hope you like this chapter!
LivHardy: Thank you! I hope you like this chapter!
MrsEnzo: Of course! Thank you so much for reviewing!
sarahmichellegellarfan1 : Thank you! Hope you love this one too!
Kelly1432: Indeed it is.
annabethchase1500: Thank you so much! I don't mind answering your question: Kai is definitely going to try. ; )
Friday1221: Thank you! I'm glad you like their weird relationships. As for Damon, it's hard to say. He's gonna pull something on them (Skye and Kai) in the future that might be considered "not cool." But I don't think it will be something Skye can't bounce back from.
omg: Lol, thank you!
Lizzy B Malfoy : I do, too. Thank you! I'm sorry if it wasn't soon enough.
anon: Sorry for the slow update! Especially because of the hiatus. I hope you like this chapter, and that it makes you forgive me?
evilHope89: Thank you so much! I hope you like this chapter too.
KillerKai999: Thank you, and I'm sorry the update was slow.
xxxanniexx: Thank you so much! I hope you like this chapter!
99Tina99 : Thank you so much! I'm sorry the update was slow.
PhanPhicAddictHolmesWinchester: Thank you! Here's the update! You didn't have to wait as long as the others!
