I didn't know where I was, but I know it's beautiful. The sky is black, empty and terrifying. Something smells sweet, filling the air and it was almost comforting. The sand was soft under my bare feet, with the large stepping stones leading somewhere. Where am I? This place doesn't look real. I don't think it even looks like a piece I've been before and my mind has warped it.

I look down at myself. I was wearing this weird, game of thrones dress. It was a slender dress made up of thin layers of fabric, one you can see through and the other isn't. It was black, with a silver spirals on either side of see through layer that didn't cover it. They lead to the split sleeves on, which didn't cover my arms or the scars. Just hung downwards and almost reaching the ground. They were also made of the same see through fabric, but it was covered in silver swirls. There were silver broaches attached to the dress on both my shoulders, with a tribal pattern. A wide matching belt was around me, just under my breasts and slightly pushing them up.

With very few opinions, I walked the path built out of stone steps. Each one looked identical to the stone table I was currently sleeping on. I took my time, it was really strange. Frightening and peacefully at the same time. It was quiet, I could barely hear anything.

I stop for a moment and looked down; besides the steps, there is no ground. I sit myself down carefully and loaded my hand to where the ground should be. Nothing but a black void, until I tried to touch it. Looking closely, I could see people floating past me. I almost didn't notice them. Despite having no colour to them, I could see every detail of them. It was like they were covered in oil or tar. It also looked like they were floating or just completely weightless.

Standing back up, I was surrounded with people. All of them floating towards the same direction I was going. I couldn't see an end or edge. I no longer felt at peace.

There wasn't any floating above me. It started to look like the night sky, with white dots littered between red-ish clouds.

With nowhere else to go, I followed the path. The more I walked on, the stones started to join up. Linking together like tiles, with different widths. Some of them started to become hard to walk on, forming a smooth, large bump on it. It almost looked like old television screens.

Ahead of me, a shadow of a doorway was starting to appear. I picked up the skirt of my dress and walked quickly towards it. Wanting to get the hell out of here as fast as I could. Hoping that I'm not going to end up trapped here if I don't leave fast enough.

When I reached the doorway, it looked like it was made of the same stones. Layered together around a wooden door. Some of them looking like televisions and others normal. The door itself was strange, the pattern of the bark looked like it spelt something. Only two sentences repeatedly, reading downward instead of left to right. One line read: 'Tempat berehat terakhir pahlawan yang hebat', and the other line said: 'Hanya kanak-kanak yang tulen dan orang yang diberkati boleh masuk'. I followed my fingers down it, feeling each dented letter. I could feel heat radiating from the door. I couldn't find a handle or anything to open the door. If I knew what the words were saying then I would know what this place is.

I knocked on the door three times before it opened on its own. Inside was more welcoming then I expected it to be. I was almost blinded by the light, but I still walked in. That sweet smell was stronger in here, I must be close to the source. I continued walking while trying to adjust my eyes to the bright light.

In front of me was a courtyard with a large stone structure behind it. A tree stood on the edge of a clearing of water, it was full of pink blossoms. Some had fallen and landed in the water, floating on its surface. I could feel soft grass beneath my feet. The only living things here were deer and rabbits. The clearing was surrounded by soft sand. I started to notice that there were stone walls surrounding this place, with details of colours I had trouble making out. The only living things I could see here were deer, but they could be more inside.

I walked closer to the walls, to find that they were shrines to different men that happen been painted onto it. In front of each one was a table with different items on it. Some were food, jewellery, weapons and others were things that you would find in a museum that I just didn't know.

Taking my time, I looked over each one and tried to figure out what kind of person they were. The objects started to get more and more modern as I went, things that show when this person had died. It was like a timeline of men, they all looked tribal and violent. Yet the objects became less so, I started seeing things like guns and cigarettes on their shrines.

When I had reached the last covered one, I was taken back a little. The table was completely empty, only the wall was decorated with only two spaces next to it that were untouched and bare. It depicted a man kneeling by a river, he had a knife in his hand. He wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes, only a pair of red patterned shorts that tightened around his knees, something that looked like a brown-ish cream-ish loincloth, something green; that went across his body from his shoulder to his hip then back again, and a belt with pouches and a place for the knife. He had long dreads/braids that reached down to his belt, he had shaved the sides of his head. Then I started to notice a very fine and small detail, a small thin line curving next to his hair. This was Vaas.

I looked down at the shrine, expecting to see something there. It was bare. Nothing was placed there. I looked over to the next and last space to find nothing painted on the wall. What is this place?

Turning back to the pool of water, a collection started to drink from the water. Everything here seemed so peaceful, yet I was struggling to silence the voice in the back of my head. I was no where near the suddenly creepy area outside and I'm currently dreaming. If something jumps at me, I can just wake up. This place seemed safe enough, in whatever void it was floating in. Slightly curious how the deer and rabbits got here and what is with all the shrines around the place. Very curious where the stairs came from.

I sat myself down on the grass, just watching the animals going about their daily grind. Eating grass, sleeping in the shade, raising their young, ignoring the two deer in the corner having a shag and so on and so forth. I mostly focused on one of the stags, he was the only one to be drinking from the pool and nobody really paid him any attention. He didn't mind and would only look up if one of the others got too close to him. He seemed quite young, based on his rather small antlers.

It was incredibly relaxing watching him, even one of the does decided to sit down right next to me. Letting me stroke her as well, the texture her coat almost reminded me of a short haired dog's; with the only difference is that hers was silkier to the touch.

The stag stood tall and faced towards us, he remained still for a second before taking his first steps towards us. In one fast motion, a giant hand appeared from the water and grabbed the stag. All before he could even react, pulling into the depths bellow.

All of the deer stopped what they were doing in a panic and ran up the stairs. Even the doe who was sat with me didn't want to hang around here. The rabbits ran into the large cracks of the walls, so it could reach for them.

I followed their pursuit, staying close to the walls and shrines. Making my way towards the stairs and ascended them, holding my skirt up as I climbed. I could hear movement behind me, splashing from pool. The deer were ahead of me, heading towards the stone building ahead of me. They didn't go through the open double doors at the top, they went around the building and towards the back.

I started running to get inside, which would be hard to do upstairs. Luckily, I was used to it whenever there was an emergency, back at Northcrest Hospital and my school days. I was having more trouble with the skirt and the things hanging from my shoulders. I'm just hoping they don't get caught on anything while I run, I would really be fucked if they did. Nothing was close enough to make a grab at me yet.

Looking back briefly, I could see the thing from pool. Well, the back of them. It looked like they were made of the stuff as the black void outside. They were a bloody bigger fucker, everything waist down was still in the water. They were still holding the dead stag in one hand, while the other waved at the ground and summoned smaller versions of themselves. A few were already climbing the stairs.

I had reached the top, with no time to lose. I went straight through the open double doors to the building. Once inside, I slammed each door shut. First the left, then the right. A beam of wood attached to the door, fell as I closed it. Locking it behind me. Those monsters started banging at the door. I slowly backed away from it, hoping it would hold them back. Mentally begging for the door to keep them out. Despite the fact this is a dream, I felt like I had no control over this or them.

Turning around to take in my new environment, as well as finding somewhere to hide. The interior almost matched the exterior, yet it was more modern then I expected it to be. As well as being a completely different culture, it almost looked like somewhere in India; I'm guessing. It was a grand hall, filled with large doors and large, traditional hanging lamps. Pillars contenting from ceiling to floor, covered in tiled patterns and decor.

Besides the banging at the door, I could hear crying. No. It's too familiar. I've heard many various versions of it. The sound of heartbreak, of loss. Broken and haunting. Someone has just lost a loved one. A pain I know too well. I was actually crying for this person who I don't even know, the voice is unfamiliar to me. But it didn't stop the physical tears rolling down my face.

Taking a step forward, I felt something wet under my foot. I looked down to find bloody footprints, leading towards the door I just came through. God, I'm gratefully to have shoes on right now. But I couldn't help but question, what happened here?

I kept walking onwards, moving straight ahead. Keeping as much distance I could between me and the door. The room around me started getting smaller and smaller, the colours faded from bright reds and gold into dull creams and whites. I could hear more, the sounds of machines. Voices revealing different emotions; panicked, scared, angry, gutted. It was hard to make them out.

The changed continued until I was meet with a wall, with signs pointing either left or right. I couldn't read them, no matter how I tried. The banging had stopped. I looked back to the door to find a hallway, I was in one of the wings at Northcrest. Just to my left, poking out from behind a wall covered in children's drawings was the nurse's station. I know this place, this is intensive care. I could only see blurs of people running between or working around beds. I've never seen this place so active. Almost all the audio was muffled, expect one. That one voice stood out, it was static and booming loudly. I could only hear certain words and terms:

Rapid Response Team… medical needed at bedsides

Code red… fire and burn victims.

Code blue… cardiopulmonary arrest and trouble breathing.

Code black… Internal Triage… Bomb threat.

My heart was in my throat. A bomb. What the hell was going on? Why would someone bomb New Hampshire? Has the world gone mad? Why is my mind coming up with this?

Crying. I can hear someone crying. I looked down the right hallway. It's empty apart from one young man, sat in a darkened corner and crying. He was just a kid, old enough to be in school but not old enough to be left alone like this. His clothes matched the shrines I saw earlier. I couldn't see his face; he rested his forehead on his knees, pulled up to his chest and his arms wrapped around him. He continued to cry like his whole world had fallen apart.

I looked down the other hallway, it's completely empty apart from one singular door with an emergency sign over it. I know this ward well enough to that this isn't right. Turning back to the wall in front of me, even the signs were different. Three pointing to the door: Scope, Autonomy, Support. Three pointing to the kid: Blood, Strain, Nurture. What an odd choice of words.

Looked in both directions before making my way towards the crying teen. Dream or not, I'm not going to leave someone in this state. When someone needs help, any kind of help. Then there isn't even a choice to make, really.

"Are you alright?" I asked as I kneeled down next to him, placing my hands on my lap. He didn't look at me, continuing to cry. "Is there anything I can do to help you? You don't have to go through this alone. I want to help you get through this. What can I do…?"

"Please… don't leave me." The boy wept, rubbing his eye with the palm of his hand. His voice was breathy yet very silvery. He had an American accent. "I don't want to be alone. Can I stay with you?" The second that question left his mouth, every part of my being became protective. I would do anything to keep him safe, even if it is just staying by his side.

"I'm not going anywhere." I promised him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He remained still for a moment.

"You promise?"

"I promise."

In one fast movement, he had wrapped his arms around me tightly and hugged me. Burying his head into my shoulder. I pulled my arms away from him, pausing to think about what I should do?

"You're not going to leave me, are you?" He asked, slightly muffled into my shoulder. "Can I stay with you?" I sighed, smiling softly as I hugged him back.

"I'll be with you for as long as you need me." I answered. The boy lifted his head up to look at me. I got to see a glimmer of blue eyes before I finally woke up.

As expected, the cave was dark. The fire died out a long time ago, there weren't even any embers remaining behind. Sitting up slight, I could only make out the outlines of everything in here, with muffled colours on anything getting closer. My eyes needing to adjust to the darkness. I rubbed my face in an attempt to wake myself up, even finding myself fancying a cup of tea right about now too.

I turned toward Vaas, still laying next to me. He had spread himself out across the table, with a limb pointing in each direction. He wasn't completely covered with the blanket, one of his leg and both his arms were hanging out with the blanket giving him some modesty. His face was turned towards me. Vaas had a soft smile on his face, he looked so calm and peaceful.

Trying my best not to disturb him, I placed a hand on his cheek and rubbed his face gently with my thumb. He groaned slightly in his sleep, I pulled away. Vaas is definitely someone who doesn't get a good night sleep, with the fact we both managed to fall asleep on a stone table is a sign we're both in need of it. It's best not to wake him.

I slipped off the table carefully and started collecting our clothes from off the floor, scooping them under one arm in a bundle. I could feel Vaas' phone in his trouser pocket, at least he didn't throw that around last night. I had trouble finding Vaas' underwear, I hope it didn't fall into the water. I made my way down to the bottom of the stairs and placed all the clothes onto the floor, next to the dead fire. I quickly put on my underwear and bra, and starting to look over the water's surface to see if anything had fallen in. I got as close to the edge as I could without getting wet. It was too dark to tell. It didn't stop me none the less. I repeatedly walked back and forth to make sure I didn't see anything floating, clothes or anything of the sort.

It was around about my sixth lap, when… somehow, Vaas managed to sneak up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He buried his face into the croak of my neck. This startled me, a small squeak escaped my lips. He laughed at that, I couldn't help but smile and wrapped my arms around his. Trying to emulate the hug. We stayed like that for a moment, Vaas kissed my neck then stood up straight, resting his chin on top of my head.

"You know, watching you pace back and forth down here." Vaas explained, with me trying not to laugh at the feeling of him speaking on the back of my head. "You're walking funny. I did a really good job last night." I snorted at that comment. "I even got you screaming my name too."

"Well, you'd walk funny too if you had been fucked like that." Vaas snorted with laughter at the comment, standing up straight.

"What are you doing? Going back and forth like that?" He asked, pulling away from me and walked towards the pile of clothes.

"I was just checking to make sure nothing had gone into the water." I explained, turning to face him. "With… well… what happened last night, neither of us were really focusing on where we were throwing everything. God knows what happened to your underwear, hopeful they didn't fall in." I turned back to the waterfront.

"Well, that would be strange if you see them. Because I wasn't wearing any yesterday." He smirked behind me, pulling up his trousers. I sighed, of course he is going commando. I heard him do up his zipper, I decided it's best that I continued to get dress instead of look for something that isn't there.

Sitting myself on the ground, putting on my trousers. Vaas chose to attach his belt before even getting his shirt on. Fiddling about with the buckle, his gun hustler and everything attached to it. My shirt had finally dried, it took its damn sweet time about it. My mind started to wander, coming up with questions about yesterday. I had finished getting dressed before Vaas did, so may as well ask him now.

"Vaas." I asked, turning to face him.

"Yeah." He answered, picking his gun from off the floor.

"What actually happened yesterday?" He stopped and gave me a look which clearly says 'Are you fucking serious?' "I mean, how did you find me yesterday? I was dragged out of the compound, taken to your sister's temple and almost drowned. How could you have known where I was? And where and what even is this place?" I explained.

Vaas remained still for a moment. He looked around the place before placing his gun back into the holder and sat himself down next to me. I picked up his shirt and handed it to him. He took it from me and just held it for a second, just looking at it hanging in both his hands.

"When I got back, one of my men; Elijah. He came running to me, holding that damn red shirt of yours and telling me what you told him and then you disappeared. He looked scared, not knowing what I would do to him when I came back to base and you've gone missing." Vaas explained, still looking at his top.

"Everyone seems to find that shirt before me." I joked softly, Vaas looked at me. Not smiling, he had a completely serious expression on his face.

"I was furious, Beth. Her men came into my home and took you from right under my nose. And I don't fucking know how they did it." He started to gesture, dropping half the shirt in one hand.

"Majid was wearing his old uniform. They used chloroform and knocked me out, I was heading back to my room when they got me." I added, solving that mystery for him. Vaas sniffed and put his red shirt on. "I'm guessing they got me off the island by boat."

"No shit, Beth." He stated, pulling the shirt down his chest. "I only knew two people who would take you; Cruz and Citra. Cruz wouldn't have taken you, alive. Your body would have been left behind and he would have work alone to do it. Which only left Citra." Vaas explained, still sitting in front of me. I nodded along as he continued.

"Jason made contract with Buck a few days ago, who's now has him running around looking for a fucking knife. I already knew the locations, I've known people who have died there looking some fucking treasure. I tell Carlos the locations and place men there to stop him. While I take Emelda and your shirt to track you down, Hisham came along. I didn't order him too, he was worried." I smiled a little at that.

"We were on the beach, trying to come up a plan to get you back." Vaas explained, he shrugged. "Then I heard the gun fire and a splash. Emelda went straight into the water, swimming and barking for us to follow. Hisham stayed with the car, Emelda started swimming in circles. I go down and got you out."

"You taught him well." Vaas added, with a soft smile. "He was fucking ordering me about once I got you on the beach. I sent him back to work when you started breathing again, made him take the dog too."

I remained silent for a moment. God, he really does come running whenever I'm in trouble. I generally feel guilty right now, that I used him as a taunt while I'm being held against my will. Also, I keep getting into the situation where I need him to save me. Christ almighty, I can't do anything right. Can I. No matter what I try, I end up just adding more to the fire.

"You're either going to thank me or apologize again. Aren't you?" Vaas interrupted my pity party, knocking me back to reality. Straight faced and unamazed.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked in confusion. "How did you know that?"

"You can't hide guilt to save your fucking life, Beth." Vaas started to chuckle. "You have the same fucking look. Every time. You look down to your right and look like a lost fucking toddler."

"Geez. Thanks for the analysis, captain mood-swing." I replied, bluntly.

"Fuck you, Beth." Vaas continued laughing.

"No, that's what you did last night." I smirked. Vaas laughed a little harder at that, I remained silent. I just waited for the laughter to end. Even readjusting myself and get more comfortable.

Those thought still lingered in my mind, everything with Jerry and Alison. They weren't something that would just go away at the drop of a hat. They're gone and there's nothing I can do about it. Well, nothing I can do right now. I'm still stuck here.

"You're still not OK?" Vaas asked, climbing to his feet and offered me a hand up.

"I'm not going to be for a while." I answered, holding his open hand and standing up. "And honestly…" I looked him straight in the eyes. "I don't think recovering in a cave is the best solution, or this island for that matter."

"You know… I can't just let you…" His voice had a soft wobble to it, clearly uneasy.

"I know." I nodded. "I know." I folded my arms and looked away. "It's the same song and dance. I can't change how I feel and… I just keep wishing … everything would be different."

"Yeah, I get it." Vaas added. "I get it."

"We should head back to the compound."

"Yeah. We should."

"How did we even get in here in the first place?"

"First of all, I carried your ass down here." Vaas explained, I rolled my eyes at that comment. Vaas just chuckled briefly before going back on topic. "You know, not many people know about this place. I fucking lived down here a while back. After I got tired of Citra's bullshit. You're the only person I brought down here too." He climbed to his feet in a jumping motion, almost twirling as he did so to face me. Vaas offered his hand out to me, I took it this time and he pulled me to my feet.

"So, this is your safe space?" I asked. "I'm guessing you starting up your art projects after you moved out." Vaas snorted at that. "I'm just saying." I shrugged.

Vaas kept hold of my hand and started to lead the way, it was the same way you'd see a small child pulling their parent along to show them something; or in my case when I was little, get moving. It was also just nice that he was holding my hand for a change, not dragging me around by my wrist. Just the filling of him holding onto me this way, his grip was a little tight but not enough to hurt me.

He led me through different passage ways, it was surprisingly thin. Only enough space for one person to walk through at a time. How the hell did Vaas carry me down here? It couldn't be bridal style, I'd bang my head against the wall repeatedly.

"Beth." Vaas said, looking back at me.

"Yeah."

"If you ever want to… talk." He sounded awkward, looking forward once more. "I'm right here. You don't have to go through this shit alone. Whatever's on your mind, I'm listening."

"Thank you." I nodded, still softly smiling to myself. I get that he's not used to comforting people, since he's normally the one terrorising them. It's nice to know that I can be open with him about this and he's trying.

"Hey, Vaas." He looked back over his shoulder to me. "Hisham wanted details about our 'bedroom Etiquette', is it OK if I tell him? I kinda promised him that." Vaas started laughing.

"That noisy fucker." He laughed deeply. "Yeah, go ahead." We stopped at a dead end. "I've been telling everyone anyway before we actually fucked." Vaas started to repeatedly push against the wall, cracks of light started to bleed through as the wall moved away. He grunted every time he went full force into the wall, which was starting to reveal itself to be a bolder. I was expecting it to be brighter, but I still needed to shield my eyes.

"He needs get himself a boyfriend though." He muttered to himself, stopping to catch his breath by leaning against the opening. "Pretty fucking soon too, Jason killing everyone. Soon they'll be no assholes."

"Wait, how do you know about that?" I asked, pointing at him. Vaas looked towards me.

"How do you know about that?" He inquired.

"He told me. Wanted to know if my friend was single?"

"The one who isn't here, the asshole who got fucking drunk at the bar and spilled beer on that fuck- Jerry." I nodded, still grateful that Walker wasn't here. I hope he's doing OK. "Hisham had a couple of boyfriends in the past. He hides it from everyone, not that great at it. He turns into such a pussy whenever they break up or the guys get shot down." Vaas pushed himself off the wall and stood up straight. "Don't tell him I know. He can fucking tell me if he wants to. I don't really care who's fucking who. Everyone just wants to know who I'm fucking."

"Even Hoyt." I added. "He asked when he was questioning me, before I was beaten up the first time. Is it a rare event you have relations with anyone? Not just the odd one night stand?"

"What can I say? Everything is my type." Vaas shrugged, instructing me to lead the way.

Coming out of the cave, I wasn't expecting to find myself this close to the coast. The cliff went over us, putting us in a very large gap with a large car parked behind us. I peaked around the corner to find that we were nowhere near anything, only smoke could be seen to mark the other bases. Not even any huts or animals on the beach itself. There was a car parked about two miles away from us, buried among the bushes and trees. Behind me, I could hear Vaas pushes the bolder back into place.

"Do you want a hand with that?" I asked him.

"No. If you can see anything, that would be helpful sweetheart."

"One car. No people. Deer and tapirs." I reported back.

"Keep an eye on it. Fuck knows who would want to come this way."

"Again, no people. Who's going to nick it? The bloody tapirs?" I snarked back, Vaas leaned on the rock; now fully covering the entrance and laughed manically. I could hear his phone going off in his pocket. "I'll go on ahead while you take the call."

"What?" He asked, starting to calm down.

"I said I'll get in the car while you answer your phone." I replied, pointing at where I assume the phone would be on him.

"Okay, but stay hidden. I don't want you getting hurt and we don't know who could around here. Where there's deer, there's a predator. If you see one, get on high ground. Where they can't reach you and shout, I still have my gun." Vaas explained, pulling his phone out of his pocket and answering. "Who is this?" He asked, looking between the two entrances. I gave him a quick thumbs up to show that I will follow his orders. "What do the fuck you want, Buck?" He added, nodding at me.

Shoving my hands into my pockets, I made my way towards the car. Knowing full well I could just make a run for it, while he's distracted and there is nothing he could do about it. Even if I think about it, where would I even go? Pirates would hunt me down. Rakyat would hunt me down. Privateers would hunt me down. Yet, this isn't what was bothering me. It's the fact that I don't want to. After everything that's happened, I don't want to leave my captor's side.

Logically, it is where I am safest on this damn island. Emotionally, I can't leave Emily behind. Those two play the biggest factors in my reasoning, yet there is a third. Mood. I'm repeatedly slipping between being melancholic to whimsically giddiness. And that normally changes whenever I'm in Vaas' company. As much as I don't want to admit it, I am in a situation where I am completely dependent on him… and the thought of losing him too… it terrifies me. And it could very much happen at any time here, with Jason and the Rakyat constantly trying to kill him. I've already lost Jerry and Alison, I can't lose him too.

I don't want to lose him, and I don't mean that in a survival kind of way. He means more to me then I expected him to. Even if it's Stockholm syndrome or not, it's hard not to look at Vaas without feeling something for him. Maybe it's because he's changing right in front of me, the time we've spent together or the fact he is so kind and honest and protective of me. That he's become so important to me in this short amount of time we've been together. I just can't lose him. I don't want to leave him.

My eyes started to water slightly as I thought this. Well, at least I don't have to hide my emotions anymore. No point anymore. Even trying to hide it is doing damage to my mental health, and it's already fucked up enough since I got here.

Once I had reached the car, I climbed into the passenger seat immediately. It's lucky that none of the cars on this island are ever locked. Car thievery must be the easiest and most fucking annoying thing to happen on this island. Just one second, you've pinched someone's car then the second you get out of it; someone is driving off with it. I couldn't help but giggle at that thought, even worse that it's probably happened or currently happening. Hey, got to amuse myself somehow with Vaas on the phone and possibility of depression and/or Stockholm syndrome looming over me. All I have is medical experience, sarcasm and stupid jokes.

It took about ten minutes before Vaas got into the car. I just watched him get into the car, absentmindedly smiling at him. Only finding myself doing when he leaned over, kissed me on the cheek and started looking for the key. As you guessed it, I started blushing.

Vaas managed to find them tucked into his side of the car's sun visor. He pulled it down and they dropped into his lap. He quickly picked them up and started the engine, it took a few attempts. The car might have been here a while. He was looking at me while he repeatedly turned the car.

"What?" I asked him. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, it's nothing. It's just…" Vaas explained, looking between me and the wheel. "You look different. Something's different about you. I don't know what it is." The engine kicked into action.

"What do you mean?" I replied. "We've been in a cave for between 12-24 hours. Beside seeing me naked and us having sex, not a lot could have happened."

"I don't fucking know." Vaas just shrugged, turning the car and pulling out of the grass. "But there's something."

"Okay, you just let me know when you figure it out." I replied, as we started to drive back to the compound. I didn't pay much mind to it, it was probably nothing or a figment of his imagination.

"I was also thinking, I should move you into my room." Vaas added, as we went along the beaches and avoiding all the people hanging around them. "You can move around a bit more freely." I leaned my arm along the window, trying to get comfortable. "Sure, it's right next fucking door. I don't mind moving your bed in there if you want me to. It would be better then sleeping on the floor."

"Is this you worrying about my safety or your endorphins hoping for another round?" I asked, half joking.

"endorphins?"

"There're a hormone in your brain that trigger a positive reaction whenever you do something active or something you just enjoy. Also reduces pain too."

"Ah, OK. Both then. It's both." Vaas smirked a little. "I also just like having you there, even if you talk in your sleep." I faked a gasp, over acting as well. Even if it is the first time I hearing this. "It's nice, just falling asleep with you in my arms; cuddling up to me and smiling. You know." Vaas started to slow the car down and parked next to a dock with a boat bobbing in the water.

"Yeah, it is nice." I agreed. "I never shared a bed with someone in a long time. I use to try to climb into my mum's bed when I was little, whenever I had a nightmare. She would always send me back to my room. I've only really shared sleeping quarters with people, now that I think about it. Never a bed." Vaas was looking at me as my mind started to trail on with that thought.

"Okay then, we agree. You're moving into my room."

"I guess so." I shrugged. We both climbed out the car, and made our way down dock. Vaas once again, held my hand. I didn't question it, he'll probably just do whenever we're alone.

He helped me get onto the boat, I managed to not fall on the floor this time. Just tripped over my own feet as he climbed aboard.

"Beth." He called, taking the wheel. I leaned against the ladder to the attached gun. "I'm going to have to drop you off, walk you to the rooms then go again. Buck called to say that Jason is on his way to his place. You can move your stuff in, have a bath, get your shirt of Emelda. Do whatever you want. Okay?" Vaas explained, before turning the boat on and keeping his attention on me.

"That's fine." I replied. "Just be careful. Please." Vaas started the boat up and made his way towards the compound.

"I will, Beth. I will.