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A/N: I could say sorry a trillion billion times but I don't think it will be enough. I am honestly forcing myself to write anything. But that's probably not such a great idea. So this is my best effort inspiration-less.


He never answered me. Never gave me a reason. Caleb just walked away. How many times have I seen him just walk away from me and not feel rendered to bits? When he left me again, this time the pain was tenfold, more so because of the desire and longing he left behind with that kiss. But Bumblebee didn't berate me or make me feel less worthy of anything, instead he was rather distracted. Adjusting to the influx of all those powers I suppose, especially since it feels like Guardian puberty all over again. The only objective thing that Bumblebee stated was that I had to talk to Sarah…


"Hey Sarah?" I approached the blonde carefully the next morning working out this entire speech only to come out with, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry…" She all but growled at me before her fist connected with my jaw. It wasn't that hard, but there's no doubt that it wouldn't at least bruise. If there's anyway to repair the damage Caleb and I did, I will teach her how to fight and protect herself. Already her delicate knuckles split and started to bleed from the contact.

"I deserved that," I deadpanned while rotating my jaw from the blow, letting her believe she had really hurt me. Not to make her feel guilty for hitting me or something sad like that, but because I would have done the same thing in her place. "I hurt you in the worse way a friend could possibly do so without killing someone."

"No shit."

"And I know there's nothing I can say or do to let you know how sorry I truly am or that I never wanted to hurt you—"

"You were in love with him long before you met me weren't you?" Sarah interrupted; I could only bit my lip and nod. "I knew it."

"What?" She slid down to the cold floor against the stone pillars of the balcony and looked up at me to continue.

"I knew there was a reason why you couldn't open up to me like you did Kate; at first I didn't pay any attention to it, but I started to see how you would look at him. I started wondering if it was something I'd done or said to make you hate me, and then I saw it. Whenever Caleb would hold me or kiss me, you looked like you died." Wow, she hit it right on the nail. She knew it was true when I bit my lip and refused to look at her.

"Sarah, I—"

"Save it, because I don't wanna hear it. J-just go away." She pushed me roughly enough that I rattled the French doors before she ran leaving me with my guilt.

"Damnit!"


"Yo." I greeted Roz as I stalked into the apartment. She looked at me with a sympathetic half-smile. I couldn't believe what I'd done yesterday, I'd finally told Caleb my true feelings and we ended up fighting. When I talked to Sarah today...well, yeah. "Roz, I need a break."

"Then take a break. Get out of Massachusetts and let go; I mean, honey, after what we've been through… mostly you, a break is well deserved." Her words rang true, first the hunt with Sam, Dean and the others, the whole blow out with John Winchester's hopeful resurrection, the dance competition that was interrupted, the discovery of the death of the other Guardians, then battle with Vianca, the argument with Caleb, and the battered friendship of me and Sarah, and now the thing with the summoned Dragons in the Charmed Courts. I wanted out and I wanted it now.

"You know I think I will." I stood decisively momentarily startling Roz and headed to my room in her apartment. She followed me asking where I was planning on going, "Home… well, at least to either Hung or Xiao's place. I miss my nephews; I have yet to meet my adopted nieces and can probably do with a few races."

"You're going back to California? For how long?"

"Dunno, but I'll see you at the Courts and I'll keep you posted." She nodded understanding, she probably needed this break too, but I knew that the short Roz and Ty train ride had just started and I refused to let the burdens of a Guardian stop her from happiness. After the whole thing with Vianca, feelings were let loose. Finally.

"Not to sound like the moral police, but what about school? I don't think Spenser will take too fondly of your sudden leave of absence, Jin." To answer her question, I powered up and created a perfect clone from the magic I gained from Vianca and the other dead Guardians. "Not bad, want me to watch over her for you?"

"Yeah, I'll absorb everything she does when I get back. Just make sure the others don't get too close, I'll see you when I get back." We hugged tightly before I teleported to my room in my brother's, Hung, house. Already the rapid footfalls of my three year old twin nephews could be heard in the hallway to greet me.


Four weeks later…

"You ready to hand over that ride girl?" The other driver in a supped up Honda Civic taunted me. I revved my engine of my '70 Silver/blue Plymouth Roadrunner a few times watching him slightly pale under the green glow that lined the inside of his car. For the past four weeks, I had drifted between my brothers' houses taking care of my nephews and nieces, doing homework my double sent me and reconnecting with my family during the day. At night, I'd race, play in my friend Isis' band (her real name is Henrietta, but she obviously hates it) and do everything I used to without getting caught: seed, tea, you name it. Bumblebee insists that I'm hiding from everything, but that's not true, I said I needed a break and damnit I'm taking a break. No, I am NOT running away.

A girl with thick white eyeliner and tiny clothes that belong on miniature Victorian doll stepped between our cars and held up a white kerchief. The moment it touched the ground our cars shot down the street, I gave the cocky shit a two second head start before switching gears and speeding past him, the course was littered with turns and I drifted through them with ease. In the rearview mirror I could see the frustration of the guy because he couldn't pass me, my adrenaline pumped fiercely through my veins as my driving taunted him. On top of the 5 large bet, he wanted my car and me for the night; of course not willing to back down from a challenge I agreed, as if he could touch me!

"Winner!" The white eyeliner girl announced as I got out of my car, the guy tried to cheat by getting his buddies to trick out the course; thank God for Bumblebee. If not for my Dragon I'dve either gotten into a bad accident or worse become the plaything for that cocky shit and his shitters. No thank you.

The guy drove up to the finish line pissed as hell, wrenching open his door he stormed over to me and Dre (the organizer). "That bitch cheated! I almost won." He ranted his group of buddies behind him puffed out their chests in attempts of intimidation. A few of them put their hand on their guns at the back of their jeans and covertly I nudged Dre.

"Ask any racer, any real racer. It doesn't matter if you win by an inch or a mile; winning's winning." He and a bunch of gun wielding thugs stepped up. "Pay up or you'll be eating through a straw…permanently." Cocky shit and his thugs backed up before handing Dre the thick wad of bills, pink slip and keys that he handed to me.

Counting out a nice slice of the bills and handing them to Dre, he waved the wad to the crowd, "See? This is how it's done, this is business." I handed him the keys of Civic to take to his garage for me before I walked back to my car followed by one of Dre's bodyguards smiling. With a glance to my silver pocket watch I swore, 3:33 AM, damnit I promised Hung I'd be back by 1AM and I'm two and a half an hours past curfew.

"Thanks Dre, call me when you need another fourth." I called before speeding off back to my brother's house. In the mirror I saw Cocky shit sent some of his goons tail me, damn bastards don't quit! Calling upon my Dragon power I hadn't used for weeks, I caused their cars to break down and stop abruptly, the thugs weren't dead but in a blink my car was nowhere to be seen.

Powering up again felt so wonderful and I wasn't even at full power, I guess this is how the boys feel when they don't Use. Even that little bit made me all hot and bothered, damn. I need to take the edge off. Eh, I'll call Roz tomorrow for some seed or tea. Then again I could always pop in to find Dean…


A/N: So very sorry. I've been sitting on this chapter for a bit. It's not perfect but I'm feeling neglected, so reviews would be lovely… please?