CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Avis Cyrus
"Ready?" Joe asked when I was buckled into the car and I nodded, reaching for his hand.
"Joe sing?" I requested when we were driving and Joe looked over at me. Joe had been singing softly to himself when we were in the shower and I decided that I liked the sound of Joe's voice when he was singing. "Joe sing to me?" I asked again when he didn't say anything. "You sound good when sing. Sing song from shower." He'd kissed me and touched me, his lips tracing over my skin as he sang and I could feel all the words as I heard them. We made love three times this morning before Joe eventually said we should be going to Nevada.
"Anything for you, Miley." Joe agreed, smiling over at me before he moved his eyes back to the path ahead of us. He started to sing and I smiled, it wasn't like the singing the other avians used to do in the forest, but I liked it a lot more. The song was about a shining little light and it didn't make much sense to me, but I liked it anyway because Joe sounded so sweet when he sang it.
After a while Joe stopped singing and I just played with his fingers as he drived. We stopped a few times and Joe would hold me as we stood in the cold air. I watched Joe as he drived, he kept his eyes in the front of the car, especially when we passed a town, except he kept glancing over at me and he would smile whenever he did.
"This little light of mine." I sang softly in human language, mimicking what Joe did earlier. It was starting to get dark and the sun was just a little light in the distance ahead. "I'm gonna let it shine." I turned to Joe and he was smiling and looking over at me as well.
"You have a beautiful voice." Joe murmured and I felt myself heat up. I remembered the first time he said that to me, it was when I was still in the museum the first time, right after we first met.
"When we gonna be at Grandparent people house?" I asked after a second of silence.
"Sometime tomorrow, hopefully not too late." Joe replied and I smiled. A whole 'nother day with just me and Joe. I liked that best. "You want to stop for a few minutes and get something to eat?" Joe asked, we were passing through another town. I shrugged a little and brought his hand up to kiss it, then I held it up and held my hand against his. If it weren't for my feathers his hand would be heaps bigger than mine. "Come on, let's get some food in you, I want you to be nice and healthy." Joe decided, making the car stop and turning it off.
Avis Cyrus
Joe Lucas
"Are you okay, Sweetie?" Miley and I were in the local diner for some lunch and we were sitting in the booth that was furthest away from peoples eyes on the side that showed them the least of us. The waitress seemed nice, young, around my age, but she looked suspicious.
"Huh?" Miley looked up from my hands confused. She seemed to like playing with my hands a lot lately.
"Are you okay, you got a couple o' bruises there." The waitress - Wendy, by her nametag - re-iterated and I frowned when she shot me an untrusting look.
"Hurties don't hurt no more." Miley shook her head in a matter-of-fact way and I laughed. "Joe pretty laugh." She stated, snuggling into my side.
"Are you sure?" Wendy persisted, furrowing her brow worriedly. "How did you get hurt?"
"Bad people." Miley mumbled, turning dark and quiet as she turned away from the waitress.
"She was kidnapped." I muttered, knowing the waitress wouldn't leave without a better explanation. "I only just got her back." He expression softened and she quickly appologised profusely before leaving. You know, it was the truth; she was kidnapped and I did only just get her back. "Come on, Smiley, you need to eat." I urged her, pulling the mac and cheese closer to her. She seemed to like mac and cheese. And chocolate, she absolutely loves chocolate, especially white chocolate.
"Joe?" Miley spoke after a few minutes, eating her macaroni one piece at a time.
"Hmm?" I hummed, playing with the ends of a piece of her hair.
"I love you, my Joe." Miley smiled up at me sweetly and I grinned.
"I love you too." I whispered, kissing her lips softly.
"When we make love again? I like making love with you. It makes me feel..." Miley trailed off, looking for the right word and I kissed her again.
"Loved?" I guessed and she smiled brightly and nodded.
"We make love?" Miley requested again.
"Tonight." I brushed her hair away from her face. "I want to make it special for you." Miley leaned up and kissed me. Miley had yet to orgasm from our making love and I was determind to make her feel the way she constantly made me feel.
"Always special with Joe." Miley cooed, pushing her plate away after only a couple more bites, leaving at least two thirds of the cheesey pasta dish on the plate.
"Eat some more, please?" I said and she shook her head, pouting in that adorable way that I'm convinced only she knows how to do.
"Eat too much... Used to eat more, but I can't anymore." Despite my best efforts her body had grown used to surviving on very little at the museum.
"We'll get your apetite back to normal, Baby." I promised and she didn't smile, but nodded, and reached for my hand.
"You have good hands." Miley said and I quirked and eyebrow. "Your hands make me feel good and special and loved... Not like curator and bad people. They have bad hands, Joe have good hands." I sighed sadly; my sweet, innocent little Miley had known far too much evil in her life. "We go now, I want to cuddle with you." Miley requested and I agreed, helping her move out of the boot and going to pay for lunch. Wendy the waitress looked at us and blushed, appologising again before we left. As soon as I was in the car - an old convertable trade-in for my almost-new one because I knew Miley liked the openness - Miley climbed over from the passenger seat and curled into my lap, wrapping her arms around me and trilling happily.
We stayed like that until Miley was content enough to move back to her own seat and then we were on the road again. It didn't take long for the boring repetitiveness to take its toll on Miley and she fell asleep.
Avis Cyrus
Avis Cyrus
I felt arms around me, taking me somewhere, but I knew I was safe. I could smell Joe. I could sense Joe, so I knew I was safe. I trilled and held onto him. All too soon Joe put me down on a soft bed, but he kept holding me, his arms encircling me and protecting me from behind. I turned in his arms and trilled before I kissed his clothed chest.
"Off." I demanded, pulling at the clothes with my teeth and Joe laughed deeply and sat up. I felt him move around a second later he was lying down again and I was facing his perfect, sculpted chest. "Better." I smiled and kissed his warm, soft skin. "Joe tired?" I asked, my feathers tracing over his muscles softly. Sitting in the car all day was boring enough to make me even tired and I had Joe to look at and daydream about, so he had to be tired.
"No-one could ever be too tired to love you." Joe said and I smiled, that sounded beautiful. I kissed Joe's chest again before I kissed up and up, kissing all over his muscles, shoulders, neck, until I reached his lips. Joe moved onto his back, pulling me with him so I was straddling him. I sat up and quickly as I could took off all the human clothes I was wearing and spread my wings. Then I kissed Joe again and again and again until I didn't know who was kissing who and I felt the heat and the wetness start to rise inside of me.
"Joey." I trilled unconsciously, pushing my wet parts against his hard parts.
"Mmm..." Joe moaned, gripping my hips tightly, but making sure not to hurt me. Joe already had his top off so I quickly started grabbing at his pants and Joe helped me get rid of them. I licked my lips a little at sat back on my heels, looking at him.
From his most perfect face, to his strong shoulders and arms, his broad, muscled, toned chest... I bit my bottom lip and reached for his hard thingy; it was standing up nice and tall and it was hard, but soft to the touch and I had the sudden urge to lick it. Without waiting to think on the weird the weird idea I leaned down and licked Joe's hard thingy. First just the top, which made Joe moan and grip the bedsheets. Then, I licked down a little more, and around. It tasted like Joe, which was my favourite taste in the world, and I think it made Joe feel good.
"Fuck!" Joe half-yelled when I licked all the way down and around until I got to the very bottom where the... I didn't know what it was, but it was soft, and rounded, and there were things inside. I pulled back to look at it before I decided I wanted to taste that too. I leaned down and licked it, then again and again, then again, then I hesitantly nipped at a little bit of it and Joe moved his hands to my head, gripping my hair tightly and pulling at it whilst pushing me closer tohim at the same time. "Jesus fuck!" I looked up just in time to see Joe's hard thing spit out the white stuff that Joe assured me meant that he felt good and that I hadn't broken him. I giggled and kept touching Joe, stroking him up and down so that it would stay hard so we could make love. Joe pulled me down and kissed my lips softly at first, but deepening it until I was light headed and dizzy because it felt so good... Oh, wait, that was 'cause I forgot to breathe.
"I love you, my Joe." I told him with a shy smile and he smiled wide and I could see the soft love and bright happiness in his eyes.
"I love you too, my Miley." Joe said and I kissed him again before I sat back and reached for him with one hand and the other went to me. I touched myself for a second to make sure I was wet enough, 'cause I still don't think something that big is meant to go inside me. I bit my lip at the feel of my fingers, and I moved over Joe's thing and slowly lowered myself onto him.
"Joooooe." I moaned/trilled as I felt him sliding inside me, filling me so completely. Joe's eyes were half open as I looked down at him and he had a goofy look on his face that I hope meant something good. I steadied myself with my hands on his chest and slowly started to moved, unable to stop the little trills every time he filled me.
"Oh, shit, Miley." Joe groaned when I started to move faster and I could feel the heat slowly start to rise inside me. One of Joe's hands gripped my hip to help steady me and the other moved to my core, his finger brushing lightly at the sensitive nerves just over my filled opening, making the heat rise faster.
"Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe..." I trilled over and over, I knew I was getting closer to that release that felt oh-so-good that there weren't even words for it. "J-Jo-ooooe..." I felt happen and I felt my head go back and my wings snapped out to their full length of their own accord as the waves washed over me stronger than I ever felt them before. It was like the release I used to get except it was a thousand times stronger.
Avis Cyrus
"We're almost there, Baby." Joe said two-hundred-and-twenty-seven really tall 'lightpoles' after I'd gotten bored enough to start counting them. I perked up and actually looked around where we were now. We were in another town, it didn't look any different than most of the others we'd gone through. This morning we had made love again and the release I felt was just as strong as last night. We'd been in the car all day again and we stopped for food just after the sun was at its highest, the sun was now almost set.
"You sure they not be mean like Mom?" I questioned, watching the numbers tick by on the lighted little rectangle with the flashing dots. It takes sixty times for the dots to flash before the numbers change.
"I'm sure, Miley, I already talked to them. They want to help you. They want to help us." Joe assured and I smiled and turned back to the lightpoles. They were - if possible - even more boring than staring ahead, but at least it was something to do. I started counting them again from the begining and I got to eighty-seven before Joe spoke again. "Look." He murmured and I looked where he was pointing and I saw a house. It was like the other one Joe took me to, it was big and it had a second animal house, and there was lots of open land. But, I liked this one better because there was no Mom here to be mean to my Joe or me. I turned and watched it get bigger as we got closer.
"I love you, Joe." I told him, moving my eyes to his beautiful face. He was beautiful, his face was perfectly shaped, and his eyes were the most beautiful brown with green and gold little flecks, and his smile was so bright and pretty, and he even had a little scruffy hair on his face. I didn't like it that much when I was kissing him, but it felt funny to run my feathers across.
"I love you too, Smiley Miley." Joe smiled at me, taking my hand as we turned off the main road and onto the one that lead to the house. Joe drove right up and as soon as the car stopped the front door opened at the house. At the sight of the two humans at the doorway of the house I gripped Joe's hand tighter and shook my head.
"Don't wanna go." I decided, I didn't like Humans. Joe and Frankie were the only humans I liked, no-one else.
"It's okay, Miley, they're nice, I promise." Joe tried to sooth me, but I didn't want to go. "What about if we just go up and say hi and talk, then if you don't want to stay, we don't have to?" He suggested and I thought for a second before I nodded.
"Okay." I whispered, getting out of the car. Joe held my hand as we walked up to the house.
"Hi, Grandma, hi, Grandpa." Joe said when we moved up the steps. Joe squeezed my hand and I stayed a little behind him.
"Well, aren't you all grown up." The woman said, smiling and I peaked out from behind Joe to look at her. "Come on inside, it's cold out." She beckoned and Joe moved forward, I followed slowly, just because these humans seemed nice didn't mean they were. Joe's Mom person seemed nice in the begining, but she wasn't really.
Avis Cyrus
Joe Lucas
I brushed a stray piece of Miley's hair away from her face as she sat half in may lap/half on the couch and watched cartoons. Miley giggled; it was Loony Tunes and so far she loved Tweety Bird and Sylvester, probably because Tweety always foiled Sylvester. I'd gotten up early this morning to talk to Grandma and Grandpa about Miley; Grandpa's science side was dieing to stick Miley under a microscope and study her, but his animal loving/humanitarian side would never subject someone to anything they didn't want that wasn't neccessary. Grandpa Joe - who I was named after - was on the phone with his receptionist to clear a time to take Miley in and get her X-rayed.
"Joe!" I looked up and stilled my hand that had been lazily moving up and down Miley's arm.
"Yeah, Grandpa?" Miley looked away from the TV for a second before determining that Tweety was more important.
"How does tomorrow afternoon sound?" He asked and I felt my heart stutter. It was really happening. Tomorrow afternoon Miley and I would finally be free of Mr. Lucas and the rest of the museum bastards that had hurt my Miley.
"Great." I grinned and kissed the side of Miley's head, making her look at me. "Absolutely perfect." Not just about getting the GPS thing inside her removed, Miley was absolutely perfect. How could they hurt someone so sweet and innocent and perfect. "Wait here for a minute, Miley." I whispered and kissed her again before she moved off of me and I got up, going after Grandpa. "Grandpa!" He turned and I abruptly hugged him. "Thank-you." I looked down and sighed. "You have no idea... Thanks, Grandpa."
"You're family, Joseph." Grandpa shook his head with a slight laugh. "Anyone with conscious thought can tell you love her, and in this family we help people when they need it." Grandpa waved me off, back to the living room and as I got closer I heard Grandma and Miley.
"Grandpa name Joe too?" I stayed just out of sight as I listened to them.
"Grandpa is who Joe was named after." Grandma told her and I peaked around t o see Miley's thoughtfull face.
"I like Joe breed, they nice." Grandma laugh and shook her head and I took that as my cue to go to back to my Angel.
"The nicest breed I know." Grandma agreed, smiling at me and I blushed a little.
Avis Cyrus
"Okay, now, Miley, I'm gonna need you to be as still as you can, okay?" Grandpa requested. We were in the back room at the vets surgery he ran and he'd set up the X-ray over one of the tables. Miley looked at me for confirmation and I nodded.
"It's okay, Baby, it won't hurt you." I assured and she climbed up onto the table.
"What does it do?" Miley asked, pulling her wings in nervously and then fluttering them out, wanting to protect herself with them.
"It just takes a picture of your insides." Grandpa explained and Miley frowned in thought before she tucked her wings in and laid down.
"Joe." Miley twitched and reached for me, a slight whimper in her voice and I reached for her hand, looking begingly at Grandpa, he sighed and gave a slight nod.
"It's okay, Smiley Miley, I'm here, just listen to my voice." I soothed and started singing This Little Light Of Mine that she seemed to like so much. "Do you remember the words?" I asked after a few minutes.
"Uh huh... Joe have pretty voice." Miley said, barely keeping herself from nodding her head.
"Why don't you sing with me?" I suggested as Grandpa pressed the button a fourth time before getting up to move the X-Ray machine to get another spot.
"This little light of mine." Miley sang softly and I smiled, she really did have the most beautiful voice.
"I'm gonna let it shine." I added and Miley trilled softly. "This little of mine, I'm gonna let it shine." Miley and I both sang and her fingers twitched a little nervously in mine so I gave her a reasuring squeeze.
"Over yet?" Miley asked, squeezing her eyes tightly like she had been the whole time.
"Not yet, Miley, just a couple more minutes." Miley whimpered and held my hand tighter. "Which cartoons are your favourite, Mi?"
"Frankie like Ben Ten." Miley stated in a matter-of-fact way and I laughed. "I like the one with the smart Tweety and the stupid cat... Cats aren't really that stupid though... Or at least not all of them; I know a panther named Tabby and she's real smart." Grandpa looked at me with wide eyes and I shook my head. I still wasn't used to it. Sometimes I thought that if she wanted to Miley could be the missing link between animals and humans, she could speak to them, communicate, tell us humans what they were thinking, feeling, what they wanted. She could be a real life Doctor Dolittle.
"All done!" Grandpa declared and Miley snapped her eyes open and immediately sought out mine. I smiled reassuringly at her and nodded, helping her sit up and she immediately jumped into my arms.
"It's okay, Baby, it's over." I murmured, stroking between her wings.
"How you know?" Miley suddenly asked and I frowned in confussion. "How you know it feels good between wings? I didn't even know till you." She ellaborated and I shrugged. I don't even know why I started doing it, it just felt natural.
"Joe, I think you should see this, Son." Grandpa called and Miley stiffened, even with her limited human interaction she knew it didn't sound good. I bit my lip and looked at Miley, it was about her and what was inside of her, but I didn't want to allarm her too much if it was something worse than a GPS device.
"Wait here, Angel." I instruced, kissing her forehead and going over to Grandpa. He was at the computer, looking at the X-Ray pictures and frowning.
"There's your G. P. S." Grandpa Joe pointed at the screen; around where I thought was Miley's left arm was a little rectangle that wasn't supposed to be there. "But, there's something else you should see." He continued and clicked the mouse a few times until there were two different pictures on the screen. Miley's head, and Miley's head zoomed in.
"What's that?" I growned, there were two little dots in the middle of the eyes, and on the side of her head.
"I don't know, but it's not good." Grandpa shook his head and clicked more images up of her head and they all had the little dots.
"We have to get them out." I decided, looking over at Miley. I wasn't going to let those bastards hurt her anymore. "We have to."
"Also..." I winced, there couldn't be more, could there? Grandpa brought up another picture and pointed at a little dot, it couldn't be bigger than a grain of rice. "I have no idea what that is, but it appears to be natural matter and it's more than flesh and muscle."
"Great... Anymore bad news?" I grumbled, how was I supposed to tell Miley that not only had the museum bastards stuck five tiny devices in her, but there was also something growing inside her.
"Don't shoot the messenger, Joe." Grandpa shook his head and I sighed.
"One thing." I muttered darkly, watching as Miley started grooming her feathers. "Why can't one thing just go right for her?"
"Well, she met you, didn't she, I'd say that was pretty good fortune."
"How do we get them out of her?" I asked, looking back at the computer screen. There were two little things in her eyes, I didn't want to make her blind.
"The one in her arm should be easy enough; just a local anesthesia and a quick slice. But, we can't really tell the exact position of the other ones and eye surgery should really be left to a professional." Grandpa advised.
"Do you know any eye surgeons who would take two tiny things out of a girls eyes no questions asked, no records, and no calling the cops because I came to them with the 'kidnapped' Avis Cyrus?" I knew I was snapping and I shouldn't be snapping, but we'd gotten so far.
"I'll do the one in her arm and investigate a little more about the others, I have some old army buddies in the medical business who do things without questions." Grandpa provided and I looked up. Grandpa was in the army when he was younger and her did a couple of tours before he became a vet. He always said the friends you made in the army was your family for life.
"How soon?" I questioned, more like demanded.
"Now, if you want." I nodded and Grandpa started out to the area where Miley was still sitting
"Miles." I immediatelye went over to her and she smiled at me. "We're gonna do something here, okay, Baby?"
"What we doin'?" Miley asked, her eyes were so bright and innocent.
"The-the people at the museum put something inside of you that lets them find you no matter where you are." I told her and the innocence dropped from her crystaline blue orbs. "We want to get it out of you, okay?" Miley nodded hurriedly and I sighed. "My Grandpa is going to give you something to make it not hurt, okay?" Miley hesitated at that and looked at Grandpa. He was gathering the scalpel, tweezer things and the other medical things I didn't know the name of.
"No!" Miley denied, shaking her head, fear entering her eyes. "No bad stuff." I pulled her into my arms and sighed, kissing the top of her head. "Museum made me have bad stuff, bad stuff happens when bad stuff in me."
"Miley." I whispered. "I'm so sorry, Miley." I shook my head, why did everything bad happen to someone so innocent? "Sweetie, if you don't have it, it's going to hurt you, a lot. I don't want you to ever be hurt." Miley frowned and burrowed into me.
"Don't like the bad stuff." Miley whimpered and I could feel her starting to shake. "Joe-Joe... Joe stay with me?"
"Always." I promised and Grandpa nodded at me. "I won't let anything bad happen, Miley, I promise." Miley nodded slowly and pulled back a little. I helped her back onto the table bench thing and she laid down, gripping hand so tightly I think she was actually going to break something.
"Okay, Miley, I'm going to need you to extend your left arm and you're going to feel a slight pinch." Grandpa instructed Miley frowned up at me in confussion before I slowly reached for her left arm, where I knew the stupid chip was. Miley turned her head to the opposite side and squeezed my hand tighter, I winced, but kept my eyes locked on hers. Jesus, she's strong. Out of the corner of my vission I saw Grandpa pick up the scalpel and I took a deep breath. I heard a slight tear as he cut into my sweet Miley's perfect skin. If I heard it then I know Miley did, her hearing was a million times better than a humans. But, she was biting her lip and keeping her eyes steadilly locked on mine. Grandpa sighed and I held my breath and finally had to look away, completely closing my eyes as he started... Poking arond.
"Joe?" Miley's voice was weak and hesitant and I instantly snapped back to her.
"I'm here, Baby." I assured, I glanced at Grandpa and leant over Miley, resting my forehead against hers, hopefully I could at least minimally distract her.
"Can't feel my arm, Joey." Miley whimpered and I sighed.
"It's okay, it'll be better soon." Miley's lips formed into an adorable pout that I couldn't help but kiss. "Don't worry, Smiley Miley, everything is going to perfect."
"Joe perfect." Miley declared and I laughed. I involuntarily wiinced again when I heard a soft clinking sound. The chip was out.
"Miley perfect." I mimicked back to her and she giggled.
"All done." Grandpa anounced a few silent minutes later and I looked up in surprise. Grandpa had perfectly stitched up Miley's arm. There probably wouldn't even be a scar.
"Perfect." I repeated, Grandpa cleaned away everything and left the chip in the little metal bowl.
"The anesthesia should wear off within the hour, there will be some pain, but that's expected, and I want to keep an eye on it for infection." Grandpa reported and I nodded dutifully. "Now. About this chip..." Miley looked into the bowl and frowned.
"Here." I grabbed a scalpel and handed it to Miley. "You can destroy it so they can't find you anymore." I said softly and Miley's eyes turned hard as she poked at the chip experimentally. I couldn't bring myself to tell her that there were more things inside her. After a few experimental pokes Miley finally lined the scalpel up and completely smashed it into the chip, not just obliterating it, but actually denting the bowl it was in.
"Bad humans not hurts us no more." Miley smiled up at me.
"Never." I smiled and Miley jumped up and hugged me as best she could with one arm. I held Miley's arm gingerly and carefully kissed along the mark. "It's gone."
Told ya if you waited it would be a doozy. I think this is the longest chapter of anything I've ever written.
I know it's not much of an ending, but let's just say that they managed to get the cameras and listening devices out of Miley and they're now living happily ever after... Sorry it sucks.
Also, if you haven't already, read and review Princess Diaries; on that not I don't know if I should put that in straight HM sotries or a crossover with Princess Diaries or Camp Rock. Not, when the summary says CRS, I don't actually mean Camp Rock Series, although that's what it could be in the story it actually has a completely different meaning. It's going to be a Shane/Miley-Joe/Miley for all the Moe fans out there. There won't be anything supernatural in it though; just your average run-of-the-mill hospital birth mix-up where Miley finds out she's a Princess going on Queen... You know, the usuall :)
I have a few more ideas rumbling around in my head that focus on supernatural stuff if that's what you guys like, but I'll be focussing on PD from now until... Well, for the foreseeable future.
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