A/N: Sorry about the delay! There are two reasons for it:

I just moved across the country for university/started university, and so I've been spending time moving in, getting settled and adjusting to the new city/dealing with homesickness.

I've written and rewritten this chapter 101 times because it just didn't feel right.

The lovely reviews from you guys have definitely made me happy despite the stress of moving and the homesickness, though! Originally this chapter was going to be a lot longer, but I wanted to get it updated, and this is a decent length!

Cat didn't sleep at all that day. She hadn't even known that there was anything that could keep her awake against the affect the sun had on all of them, but she wasn't exactly thrilled to find it. Paul, bless his heart, had resolved to stay awake until she fell asleep...and then promptly began softly snoring at around seven am. Cat, however, resolved to spend the time productively. She couldn't sleep, but she could go over what could go wrong with her plan and find solutions. Of course, the first part was easier than the last, and by the time the sun was going down, she felt physically sick with nerves.

Paul woke up when she slid out from his embrace, blinking tiredly.

"Did you sleep?" he asked groggily.

"Sure," she lied quietly, grabbing the comfiest clothing she owned – a pair of baggy ripped jeans, Paul's old, faded Motley Crue shirt that he'd cut the sleeves off of and her Doc Martens.

"Sun's down, but it's still kinda light out," Paul murmured "You can go out, but it's probably gonna hurt like a bitch."

She had no idea how he always seemed to know what it was like outside. Decades of being a vampire, she supposed.

"It'll buy me more time if I leave soon," she sighed, starting to tie her hair up "You good on the plan?"

"Uh-huh," he nodded "Don't worry. It's all gonna work out. I'll be here in the beginning to steer things your way."

"I hate to put you in this position, you know," she bit her lip, turning her head to look at him "I'm sorry."

"Better you told me. I'd be freakin' out an hour from now if I didn't know what was goin' on."

"True. Lying to each other hasn't ever really worked out for us," she gave a quiet laugh, grabbing her leather jacket and shrugging that on.

"Take my bike."

"Nah, I'll fly and then hotwire a car...and anyway, last time I drove your bike you sang ' Drive My Car' at me for weeks after."

"That was quality comedy!"

"If you say so, love," she laughed, before her face fell back to being serious "You know David's probably never going to talk to me again for this?"

"He'll be pissed," Paul shrugged "But he'll come round."

"Look," she sighed "I don't want you to get involved with whatever consequences fall on me for this. I'm a big girl. It'll be my own fault."

"Cat-"

"I don't want it to fuck with your and David's friendship, or any of the guys for that matter. Dwayne and Marko might be pissed at me too. You've known each other too long for me to get in the way of it – and don't you dare use the soul mate thing as an excuse!"

"The soul mate thing," Paul echoed with an amused snort at her wording "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay?"

"We'll burn that bridge when we get to it, more likely," Cat sighed, adjusting her clothes until she was satisfied "Okay now I really need to go. I'll see you later."

Before she could stand, he grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a kiss before giving her a cheeky grin "You'll be fine. Just stay calm. Take sunglasses."

"If they ask-"

"You went out to meet your brother. You were gonna grab dinner with him and want us to give you guys some time alone before we meet you later and give you a ride back to the cave."

"Very good."

"I know I am."

With a small, sad smile Cat gave him one final, pretty pathetic, wave and ducked out of the alcove. From the second she emerged from behind the curtains, her heart was pounding in her chest. From that point on, she was officially deceiving her brothers. Not even daring to curse to herself, she left the cave as quietly as she could manage, choosing to fly so that her footsteps wouldn't echo.

Flying before sundown was tricky – she couldn't just fly across the open ocean like they would under the cover of night, instead she had to go the way they took the bikes. Even then, she got there in half the time that it took on the bikes. They tended to use the bikes for fun rather than speed, after all, they had all of the time in the world. In any case, the cool air whipping against her face helped to soothe the unpleasant tingling in her skin.

It also worked in combatting the nervous flush that was working its way up her neck and onto her cheeks. David was many things – funny, witty, protective and clever. He was also ruthless and somebody who she'd instinctively pegged as one who was not to be crossed from the second she met him. Everything she was doing in that moment was working against her survival instincts. Not only that, but guilt was eating away at her, and forming an uncomfortable ache in her chest.

David was nowhere near as free with his trust as the others were. Dwayne and Marko had trusted her immediately upon meeting her, purely on the basis that she was Paul's soul mate. David, whilst he had liked and accepted her, had taken longer to trust her. Cat had brought this up to Paul once or twice in passing, and he'd shrugged and mumbled something about past difficulties, so she knew there was a good reason behind it, however this only made her betrayal worse.

But she wouldn't do it if it wasn't imperative that she did. If she had to lose David's trust, possibly forever (literally), to save Jamie's life, then that was what she would do. In any case, losing his trust alone was the best-case scenario. Cat suspected there was a possibility of her losing not only David's trust, but also her life, before the night was through.

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Her brother was standing outside of his hotel room, stance akin to a bouncer at a nightclub, his case beside him. Cat didn't even fully approach him, but simply whistled and gestured him over before turning on her heel and leading the way down the corridor.

Jamie stood guard, without question albeit a few odd glances while she hotwired a car in a dark corner of a parking lot, before throwing his bag in the back and climbing in the passenger seat.

"Where are we going?" he asked once they were on the move.

"LAX. It'll be a couple of hours," she drummed her fingertips against the steering wheel, scanning the road in front of her as though she expected to see David appear from out of nowhere.

"We're leaving, then?" Jamie's entire demeanour lightened and he sat up in his seat, turning his torso to face her "This is it?"

"This is it," Cat echoed quietly.

"Well then I suppose it's a good thing I brought your passport along then, hmm?" Jamie gave a triumphant laugh, leaning back in his seat.

"You were really that hopeful?" she asked, brow furrowed, sparing a glance in his direction.

"I've…carried it around ever since the police gave up and released your stuff to us. I knew you were alive. I wasn't backing down without a body," he spoke quietly now, barely discernible above Motley Crue's Primal Scream playing on the radio.

Cat leaned forward and turned the radio off.

"If there was any way I could've let you know…" she murmured, keeping her eyes on the road.

"You would've. I know," Jamie took a slow breath in and Cat winced, dreading whatever he was going to say next "I'm not going to force you to talk about whatever those creeps did to you in that cave…to be honest, if you do I'll probably make you turn this car around so I can kill them myself…but if you ever want to talk about it…you can. To me, at least."

Cat's vision blurred and her eyes stung as she blinked furiously, trying to clear her view of the road. She didn't know what hurt worse about her brother's speculation – the fact that she was allowing him to feel so awful for her, or the fact that she was letting him think such horrific things about the Lost Boys, even if it was only for a short amount of time. Sure, they were cold-blooded killers (herself included), and sadistic at the best of times, but what her brother was insinuating? It made her feel sick to her stomach.

Unsure if she could even form words at that point, she gave a few jerky nods of her head and turned the radio back on, doing her best to keep her breathing under control. For now, all she needed to focus on was getting to LAX.

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Once they arrived at the airport, Cat realised that no matter how stressful the journey there had been, it had nothing on the waiting. At least when she was driving she could do something. But now? Now she had to stall her brother, giving excuse after excuse as to why they weren't getting on the nearest flight out of there. And so, she bought them both dinner at one of the crappy airport diners, deflecting every curious look with a mumbled excuse about not feeling well.

"You'll feel better once we're out of the same country as those pyschopaths," Jamie insisted and Cat sighed, shifting in her seat before throwing the chip in her hand back onto her plate.

"I need a smoke," she sighed, eyeing the sickly pink clock on the wall – it was time "You coming outside?"

Discarding his untouched burger, Jamie nodded wordlessly and stood, waiting for her to lead the way. The more time passed, the more Cat worried. What if something had gone wrong? What if David knew already? What if he was on his way? There was hardly anything he could do in a crowded airport, but the thought still worried Cat and made her fidget nervously every time she caught sight of somebody with platinum blonde hair out of the corner of her eye.

"Calm down," she muttered to herself, striding a few feet in front of her brother "It's not even time yet. He'll be here. He'll probably be here late, knowing him."

Cat's suspicion, however, was proved wrong when she exited the airport to be met with a long, high-pitched whistle. Turning her head back to her brother, she gave him a mournful look. Jamie frowned in confusion at her action, but then his gaze latched onto something behind her. Or rather, someone.

"You know," Jamie snarled, marching towards Paul as he leant on his bike "I don't know whether to be outraged that you actually fucking followed her, or delighted at the fact that now I get to kick your teeth in myself."

"Well let me know when you settle on one, man," Paul eyed him, visibly unimpressed with the threat, before turning his attention to Cat, eyes searching hers for any sign that she might suddenly break down. "You good, babe?"

"No" Jamie snapped, stepping between them "You don't even look at her."

Completely ignoring the way Jamie stood like a bodyguard between them, Cat side-stepped him to wrap her arms around the blond. She felt child-like and pathetic, running to the arms of her boyfriend when things got tough, but from the moment his arms wrapped tightly around her, she didn't care. Closing her eyes, Cat sighed and focused on the rise and fall of Paul's chest beneath her cheek, doing her best to match it until she felt calm.

"David caught on faster than you suspected. He doesn't suspect me though," he mumbled into her hair.

She knew the latter half of his sentence was meant to comfort her, but it only made the guilty ache in her chest worse.

The silence that fell over the three of them was deafening. When Cat finally took a step back, she couldn't meet Jamie's gaze, instead choosing to stare at his shoes when she spoke.

"It's okay. I asked Paul to come. He's helping."

"He's going to help us leave?" Jamie eyed Paul distrustfully.

"Just bein' a good Samaritan, man," Paul shrugged, returning Jamie's unimpressed look unflinchingly.

"Come on, we should find a place to talk and…straighten things out," Cat held a hand out in a gesture to stop Jamie from arguing "Paul isn't the bad guy in this, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, you're quite happy to let him sit and put his hands all over you," Jamie snorted sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Not here," Cat repeated, pretending not to notice when Paul defiantly slung an arm over her shoulders in retaliation "Somewhere private."

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They soon learned that the only vaguely "private" place in LAX, happened to be the disabled bathroom. With an unamused sigh, Cat herded the two males in, hung the 'out of order' sign on the door and then locked it behind them before turning to lean on it. Paul, seemingly unfazed by the setting, kicked the toilet lid down with the heel of his boot before sitting on top of it, whilst Jamie stood between the two of them (which he seemed to do a lot, subconsciously or otherwise), arms crossed with an incredulous look on his face.

"So, what's the big revelation then?" he held his hands out, palms upwards as though the answer was going to fall from the ceiling.

His jaw was clenched as he looked between Cat and Paul periodically, almost as though he was watching a tennis match.

"A year ago…When Paul told me there was no good way to tell me this, I didn't believe him," Cat spoke slowly, every word sounding hesitant the moment it left her mouth "I mean, what could be so huge that he couldn't just spit it out and deal with? But…Well, now I know what he meant."

Paul snorted humourlessly, but otherwise remained silent.

"What is it?" Jamie was slowly getting paler, moving to lean against the counter.

"Okay, look, I'm going to explain everything. Tell you the whole truth – because right now pretty much everything you think you know, is a lie. I have one condition."

Jamie nodded.

"Don't say anything until I'm done. I don't care if you don't believe me, because I know you won't, or if you're angry, or whatever. Don't. Interrupt. Me."

Jamie turned his head to look at Paul, as though he expected him to explain Cat's cryptic words, but Paul just raised his eyebrows at him, as though daring him to refuse.

"Fine," he nodded eventually, before his features slackened and he suddenly looked incredibly weary "Just…tell me the fucking truth, Catriona. Please."

And so she did.

A/N: I'm considering doing the next chapter from Paul's POV, showing what went on with him and the Lost Boys whilst Cat was with Jamie :) please review! And again, I'm so sorry for the delay!