I don't own the characters or the show

I don't own the characters or the show. Or the song.

Chapter 9.

At last I was in Seattle. Just one problem I had no idea where she actually lives. I had the address, but it could be located anywhere. What I need is a map, yeah that'll be a huge help in this tiny mystery. I head down the escalator and enter the gift shop, which is quite bit larger than the shop in Colorado. After finding the local maps I slip into my pocket and walk out the doors. God talk about a lack of security! I consider going back in the shop to get another five-finger discount but decide against it, I have too much to lose if I do get caught.

Once outside standing under a covering because the rain from Colorado must of followed me here, I open the map up. Locating the street Evermyth from the index I figure out the best possible route to get there. It looks to be about 30 miles away, well it could have been worse, but also it would have been nice if it were a block away. I memorized the street names I would have to take, stepped out into the wet world, using the map as an umbrella.

I whisle happily and start to do little skips, I can't believe I'm almost there! Several cars drive by, sometimes splashing water on to me, but I don't care. Suddenly I feel like a complete idiot. Those cars could give me a lift so I can be in Fi's arms even sooner. So I stick out my thumb and put my best smile on, trying to look nice and applealing. People are more likely to stop if your happy, who would want to pick up a person who looks pissed at the world? No cars are stopping. Well getting a ride could take a while, now a days everyone is scared to pick up hitchhikers. I don't see why, it's not like I've killed anyone. Oh wait I have, but it's not like they knew that!

A blue Toyota pulls up to the curb, the driver waves his hand at me, giving permission for me to hop in. Finally! It's a middle aged man, maybe younger, but with thinning hair it's hard to tell.

"Thanks a lot." I try to sound polite as possible.

"No trouble at all. Where are you headed?"

"Do you know where Everymyth Lane is?"

"Sure do! My brother lives there. I was actually heading over there." He laughed at the icronicsy of the sitution.

"I guess are meeting was meant to be."

We start to drive, neither of us saying anything, the radio is on. I don't really pay any mind to it though. I'm too busy thinking about Fiona, I wonder if she looks the same. I do recall her saying she might cut her hair; she's look great with short hair. What am I talking about she'd look great even with no hair! Then this one song starts and for some reason it grabs my attention so I listen to it.

And he looks at me in wonder

And he looks at me in fear

Wrestling with his anger

His pride and stony tears

To place me in his life

Will be hard and slow

Does he want it need it

I might never know

The boy feels strange

Oh the boy has changed

Looking from my tower

I can see his fortress strong

Surrounded by his army

Where do I belong

Does he ever find the answers

In the cars as they go by

Does he ever want to ask me why

The boy feels strange

Oh the boy has changed

And he's seen with all the women

Who think that he's a god

And he blesses whom he pleases

Holding fast to the facade

I want to reach out and believe him

Through his miles and miles of pain

But lately when I touch him

The boy feels strange

And he speaks to me of business

When I ask him how he's been

Keeps me at a distance

Never getting under skin

Can he make a new beginning

Does he even want to try

Or will he only let it die

The boy feels strange

Oh the boy feels strange

I can't help but to laugh. The boy in the song could easily be me and sudden fear I'm feeling. What if Fiona is scared of me? I know I said that would never happen, but what if did does? I'd die before she runs from me. I really would.

*The song is called The Boy Feels Strange by Melissa Etheridge*