Jesse POV

I pulled up to the bar, and noticed it was packed. I went inside, and went over to the bar. "Adam." I nodded towards the bartender. I knew a lot of people in the town, and they all respected me. I came to this bar a lot when I was in town, because Ian's family owned it. They were distant cousins of each other, but still remained in contact when he was alive. There was a surprising amount of Scottish people in the D.C metro and surrounding areas. We all stayed connected, as we were all somehow related, or they knew my family.

He gave me some Scotch, and we made chit chat for a while. I looked at the brand of Scotch, and noticed it was the kind that my family back in Scotland made. I smiled, and he smiled back. We used our connections to our advantage.

"You here for the usual? There's another Scot somewhere in the place looking for the same. Or Jack's in the backroom." Adam was the only person who knew I came here to have sex. If you don't love the person, sex is just sex…Yeah, I was really screwed up by my childhood.

"Thanks," I paid for my drinks, and then headed to the backroom. I opened the door, and I heard Jack call out, "Employees only; if you're drunk, go puke in the toilets."

I didn't say anything, and he looked up, "Jesse. I've been wondering when you would come back. It's been a couple months. Everything ok" Jack didn't know about my temporary blindness, and I wanted to keep it that way. I had changed into a skirt in my car, and I was now thankful for that. We were both lonely and sometimes just needed sex. He put down whatever was in his hands, and locked the door.

He came over to me, and gently pushed me up against the far wall. I ran my hands over his chest, and wished he had muscles. They would remind me of Ian. We both thought of different people when we were together, and neither of us had a problem with that. An image flashed before my eyes; a tall muscular chocolate man. I opened my eyes to get that out of my head.

When we were finished I felt weird, and empty. This hadn't happened before. I couldn't get Derek's image out of my head. This wasn't right. I was about to make his life hell, yet I couldn't stop thinking about him while I had sex with another man. This was not good. This was not good at all. Jack handed me my clothes; I put them on, and then left. I didn't want to go home right away, so I drove to the lake on the edge of my property.

It was about fifteen minutes later when I got there. I changed back into my pants, and threw my skirt into the back of my car. It was an old Ford truck. It was black, and had rust marks all over it, but I still loved it. It was my father's when he was awake, and it was the car I learned to drive in. I sat on the hood of the car, and just stared at the lake. The sun was almost down, so it looked really pretty. I was sitting with my knees up, and leaning against the windshield.

I started whistling an old Scottish tune. It made me miss Scotland. This lake reminded me of a few lakes on the land my family owned. This was the lake where I taught my little girl to swim. I taught of few of my cousins to swim here too. I had helped to raise of few of my orphan cousins. I made a mental note to call them when the two weeks was over.

When the sun finally went down, I didn't feel any better. I took my shirt and pants off, and dived into the water. I would swim for a while, and then go back to the house when everyone was asleep. I would bring Daemon out here for a swim later in the week.

I don't know how long I was swimming for, but pretty soon I heard voices. I paused, and looked back towards the shore. There were a few people, and they were waving and shouting. I looked towards where I was swimming; the other side of the lake. I had yet to make it to the other side. I was hardly half way, and I knew the lake was really deep. I looked back to where the people were standing, and they were yelling even more. They were moving around, and they had opened my truck door. It was almost pitch black out, so I swam back to the shore. I stopped when the water was just below my neck. "What the hell are you doing?" It was the team. "How did you get here? Why the hell are you shouting my name so much?"

Reid looked over at me, "Well, I kind of saw your headlights when I was walking around. I couldn't find you, so I went to find everyone else. We've been looking for you for the last half hour. Are you ok?"

"Can you throw me my clothes?" Derek gathered my shirt into a ball, and threw it out to me. I held it up in front of me as I moved close to them. When the water got to my waist, I put my shirt on, "Now my pants." My shirt was getting wet as the water moved.

"They'll get soaked. We can just shut our eyes. Now come on, it's getting cold out here. You'll freeze to death," Morgan said.

"No; throw me my pants. You all were the ones who decided to create a search party. I was doing fine until you got here." Derek just shook his head. At that moment I really wanted to kill him. I started walking towards them, and they all noticed the scar running from the outside of my right ankle all the way up to the inside of my thigh. It ended just above my panty line, and I could tell they followed the line all the way up. I had only showed them part of it before. My cheeks burned in embarrassment as I grabbed my pants out of Derek's arms. His hands stayed where they were for a second until he realized I had taken my pants away from him. I put them on, and then they finally stopped staring.

"Jesse, that scar's older than the other ones." Daemon walked over, and I wondered where he came from. I grunted as a reply. It neither confirmed it, nor denied it. "Jesse, what happened?"

"Derek, don't go there." My voice was hard, almost scary.

"Jesse, you can tell us. You already know all our secrets, or we would've told you."

"Derek, leave it alone." I looked at him, and couldn't tell why he wanted to know so badly.

"Why won't you tell us? It can't be worse than how you got your other scars. We all assumed you got those scars from when you were kidnapped."

"NO!" I stormed away, and threw them back the keys. I started to jog as Derek called my name, "Daemon." He came over to me, and we continued to run. I ran away from them, away from my house, and away from my life. When I got far enough away from them that I couldn't hear their voices, I dove into the lake. Daemon dove in with me, and we went for a swim. I stayed close to the shore, but I started to swim the perimeter. When I got tired, I got out of the lake. I realized I was about an hour walk from the house, and I was soaking wet. I didn't have my car keys, or my cell phone. Daemon shook himself off, and we started to walk back towards the house.