5/7/12
Like last chapter, Alastair will be mentioned again here. Please picture him from 4.09 & 4.10 (or Google Mark Rolston) for your own sake.
I know this is a shorter chapter; I am having surgery on my teeth tomorrow so I wanted to post an update before I go on a little break. Wish me luck :)
When it was night time, I was sitting on the roof of the house, thinking. Before I know it, The Little Guy will be here.
I wonder if Adena will be jealous.
I wonder what I'll name him or her.
I wonder if I want him or her.
I don't want their life to be always on the run like mine is. I can't give him or her away. Teivel…
Oh, what am I thinking! I would never give him or her up!
"I'm sorry." I recognized Jackson's voice as he appeared, sitting next to me.
"For what?" I asked.
"For leaving. I had no right to be mad at all." He answered.
"Yes you did." I corrected. "I was—"
"Lynn, we're not…together, are we? You didn't say so when you…" he trailed.
"When I kissed you at Grandma's? No, I didn't." I confirmed.
"I see. Then…I shall not be mad when you decide to go with Colby—"
"I'm not with him! I'm not with anyone!" I retorted. "I just want to stay alive, y'know? I still have a life, even before I was thrown into the Apocalypse, and then Raphael, and then Eve, and then the souls, and now—" I rambled.
Jackson puts a soft finger to my mouth, and speaks, "I will always be here for you, whether you choose me or not."
"…promise?" I asked selfishly.
"Yes." He pulled his finger away, and I went to lean against him; he goes to put his arm around me.
"I love you." I said quietly and clearly. "Since that day you saved me from Coy…"
"Release her, and walk away. Or die."
Coy turned around, and I had to look up to the side of him. There was a man, with golden tan hair and light blue eyes.
Holy shit-!
What the? It was the hot guy who asked me directions to the hotel! The hell was he doing here?
"Who the hell are you?" Coy demanded, his brown eyes glaring angrily.
"I'll say it again. Walk away now, or die. You will not harm her." the man threatened calmly, but seriously.
Coy laughed, "Why would I hurt her? She's—" he started. It was then I flipped up and ran opposite of both of them. "Hey! Damnit, Lynn!" Coy went to give chase.
"…you haven't left me since. Even when I pushed you away. Even now that Cas is gone and Colby's here. Everyone else has left…except you. My one constant." I finished.
I felt him smile. "And I love you." He replied calmly.
Now I groaned so I could change the subject. "Why does everyone love me?"
"You are Lynn Logan," he reminded. "The rebellious hybrid. You're a great friend, sister, daughter, granddaughter, cousin, niece…and you will be a great mother." He listed.
"You won't reject him or her because of his or her origin, will you?" that is my biggest fear. I'm terrified I'll reject The Little Guy for that very reason. It's not something you can control.
"No," he promised.
"Thank you," I glance up at him and we shared a warm smile, the moon vaguely shining down at us. "You still seriously need a cut." I fake offense, twisting my fingers in his golden tan strands that are past his eyes. "You're much better with it short."
"Yes, that's what you prefer," he remembered.
I grinned evilly. "You know, all demons call Lucifer their father. Doesn't that make you my brother?" I wondered.
"Then so would Alastair," Jackson added, slightly resentful.
"Ugh," I bury my face into his shoulder. "I can't believe you know about that." When I was in Hell for one earth month, or really ten years in Hell, I had a "friends with benefits" relationship with the torturer demon Alastair. It is also where I met Colby, and Damon, which are pluses.
"And Colby would technically be your uncle," Jackson added with a smirk.
"Forget I said anything!" I said, defeated. "I hate when you do this to me!"
"What are you going to do about it?" he challenged.
"This," I reply, putting my arms around his neck.
"You win." Jackson says, leaning slightly to kiss me first. We do this for a few moments before I pull away.
"Thanks..." I look down.
"Anytime..." He promised.
"I don't want to go to sleep," I admitted. "After today, if I do…" Teivel has a habit of visiting me during my dreams.
"What do you want to do?" Jackson ponders.
"Anything that's not sleeping." I shrugged.
The next morning the five of us are in a hair cut place. Keeping Adena in her car seat was easier than I thought. "Listen Addy, you have to stay in there until we leave. Clear?" I explained. All she does is stare at me with her big sapphire eyes. Her infamous stare.
I give her her angel plushie, and she looks content. For now.
"I am not getting in that chair." Colby argued.
"Yes you are." I argued back.
"I just want a trim all around," Megan told the hair stylist. Only Jackson is quiet as his hair gets chopped off and shaved back to its original short length.
I look in the mirror and decide what I want. If I get it cut to about an inch or two past my shoulders, which would take away about ten inches, then maybe, just maybe, I won't share the same hair style as Eve, the Mother of All.
I finally sit in a chair and cry mentally, as my long hair goes to the floor. I quote what Dean said to Eve: "Call you later, Mom!" as my hair gets chopped. I sometimes glance at Adena, who is bug-eye watching Colby. She loves him, I swear it.
Over an hour later, we all sit in my black Buick. Colby plucks his shortened brown-blond curls unhappily. "What are we going to do?" Megan breaks the silence.
"What are we gonna do? We're gonna find that bastard demon Rylie and I'm going to kill him and make sure he gets tortured in Hell." Colby growled quickly.
"Rylie?" Jackson repeated. "That is a very old and hated name." he mumbled. "He is not our main concern." He put his two cents in.
"The hell he ain't!" Colby glared.
"Enough!" I scolded. "We need a place to live, first!" I reminded. "And we have to find Jules." I added.
"We have to consider the possibility that—" Jackson started.
"NO!" I lean over and shove him harshly. "Don't." and he gives a look that shows he regrets what he just said.
Based off a hunch, I look to Colby, who is sitting in the back behind Jackson's driver seat, and I hiss, "Wipe that stupid smirk off your face." And he drops his grin.
Megan jabs him, then starts, "You guys are stressing her out! It's not healthy for her or her baby." I could sense that she wasn't done. "Jackson, you're supposed to be this demon made by the Devil specifically for her. Are you even trying to help her? All you do is argue with Colby."
Now she glares to him next to her. "What are you doing? We're not working for Cas anymore. If you're only here for revenge then you're better off leaving. Lynn is kind of our leader here, so she has to be able to make right choices for us…just saying."
I smile faintly. This blonde teenager officially has my respect.
"Sorry." Jackson and Colby mutter sincerely together.
Jackson turns the car on, and starts driving. I adjust the heat, and lean my seat back, but remember I can't due to Adena's car seat. I sigh and try and relax. "Suggestions for our next location of residence?" Jackson offered aloud.
"Brooklyn," Colby started.
"Naaaa," we suddenly heard.
"…was that Addy?" I realized.
"Uh…yeah," Megan confirmed. "She's just staring out her window with her mouth open." She said.
"I guess Brooklyn's out of the picture." I shrugged.
Adena laughs, as if agreeing.
"Florida?" Megan suggested.
"Naaaa,"
I cover my mouth to keep from laughing.
"C'mon! Not even Miami?" Megan whined.
"Naaaa," Adena said.
"Georgia?" I said. "You were born there, Addy." I reminded.
"Naaaa,"
"Rhode Island?" Jackson inputs. "It's…small?" we all wait. Adena laughs.
"Rhode Island it is." I, or Adena, decided for us.
