Meredith was bored. So insanely, heart-breakingly bored. The days dragged on with her time in the yard with Cass. While she enjoyed the time spent gossiping with her new diesel friend the work was mundane and slow. The trains were larger and for longer distances which meant there were times where hardly any freight in the yard was to be found. Meredith often times saw herself off on a spur completely spaced out, at least the recent snow gave her more lovely landscape to look at, the weird clay material that surrounded much of the switchyard and its adjacent town was tired. The only break in the mundanity of it all was when the boys came back from their hauls, they were always tired and wired and there were a few times fights broke out between the Big Boys and the Challengers over who would have the first rounds with their sparkly toy. Meredith always found their snarling fits fun and hot to watch, it gave her a rare sense of dominance to have powerful males scuffle over her. She also enjoyed the visible envy on the passing females' faces every time they were turned down for her. The only female she never crossed tracks with was Abby, she kept her nose low whenever the testy Challenger was in town and let her have her passes without argument.

One especially dull day, the recently fallen snow was fluffy and dusty, it flew up in voluptuous white clouds as Meredith skulked through the yard. Cass was out for regular maintenance and all the trains that required prepping were already in line and awaiting their engines. She was without a thing to do and decided to find a covered siding to pout. She missed home, she missed Hayden and she missed Flying Scotsman. During the present weather the two engines would be cuddling, absorbing each other's warmth, she thought about the way his nose would tickle her cheek, if he was wanting more than an innocent cuddle he would start to kiss the features of her face slowly until he found her lips and their one-sided conversation ended. Meredith shuddered at the thought of finally being face-to-face with him again, the big Americans were fun but she was ready to taste home.

The little engine opened her eyes and was shocked to find the once bright white landscape was void of light. She blinked several times and gave her body a wiggle to force off the weight of sleep. Once she adjusted she realized just how late it actually was. "Fuck…" she grumbled, her gaze shifted to the yard, both the trains she placed were still there and saw no new stock to be moved. She breathed relief and chuffed out of the crooked shed ready to find a warmer berth to spend the remainder of the night in. She rolled past the large roundhouse and found every stall occupied by snoring engines, all of which she had never seen before. She approached a smaller passenger locomotive closer to the size of Flying Scotsman and studied their face. A female, delicate, polished pewter, her soft breath puffed out towards Meredith, she made little whimpering moans which could hardly be heard over the thunderous snores of the males sharing the sleep space. Meredith stopped, she had never seen the engine before, she was very pretty, in stark contrast to the rest of the females she had met who were plain and homely. Then she realized she was face-to-face with Mary, the infamously favored female of the railway's male population and Abby's loudly declared enemy. The little tank engine was puzzled, she looked pleasant enough, but then again she thought the same of Mallard when she first crossed paths with him. She had begun to reverse off the turntable when Mary's tired, wispy tone caused her to stop.

"Are you Meredith?"

"I am," the English engine replied quietly. "And you're Mary, aren't you?"

She nodded then glanced to the males sleeping beside her. "They haven't been running you too ragged, have they?"

"They've certainly tried," Meredith felt a twinge of apprehension, but something in Mary's quiet voice was comforting and kind.

The silver engine smiled, still clearly drowsy, she blinked and Meredith couldn't help but admire her sharp eyelashes, how they contrasted her gentle cheeks. "I heard you've ruffled Abby's feathers. All her favorites have turned to you."

"Yeah," Meredith looked away, embarrassed and confused. What a weird conversation to be having so late at night. "I should probably go, I didn't mean to wake you, I'm sorry."

"We should talk more," Mary pressed somewhat desperately then she recoiled when she realized her own eagerness was obvious. "I mean, if you'd like to… I don't have many female friends. They all don't like me."

Meredith shivered when a cold gust of wind boffed her boiler. She suddenly felt sorry for the new engine before her. Right off the bat she was friendly and anxious for conversation and immediately Meredith wondered if Mary's isolation had something to do with Abby. "Okay," the little engine said with her own half-smile. "Maybe I'll see you again soon? We can talk some more."

Mary perked up once more and grinned even wider. "Okay! Goodnight."

"Night."

Meredith wound up returning to the rickety shed out in the yard, she wasn't in the mood to find somewhere more comfortable. She settled back in and closed her eyes but sleep continued to evade her, eventually she puffed back out into the yard and groaned loud enough for it to echo across the sleeping landscape. She started doing laps between the lines in the hope it would tire her out, but it did the opposite. She stopped for a breather and realized she was more wound and uptight than when she started, she forced her jaw to relax and shook off the snow that built up on her footboards. There was nothing to do and all her boys were away. She felt guilty waking up a total stranger but as the hours ticked by with still no sleep she knew she needed to be worn out somehow. She returned to the roundhouse and scanned the rest of the faces occupying it. Her eyes landed on a Big Boy she had never seen before, he was the only other male not snoring like, well… a freight train, which already made him more enticing than the rest. She approached quietly until she could clearly see his face, as impressive as the rest he looked about August's age but his number was only one above Jimmy's 4014. What stood out to her was a scar that crossed from his right eye, over his nose, and down the middle of his mouth. It made an otherwise welcoming face appear imposing, she suddenly felt uneasy and decided it was best to not wake him so she reversed away and huffed back to the yard frustrated and still wide awake.

Wyoming wasn't the only place covered in a flurry of white, winter had come to Sodor in the way of frigid ice and snow. Flying Scotsman was forced to adorn a snow plow on his first excursion on the little island. He eyed the black forged metal with burning contempt as he sat quietly at Knapford. Of course the guests who flocked to his platform were unphased by the famous engine's clear annoyance and awed over him loudly before they boarded his coaches. Being that it was the first time he'd set wheel on the island in many years Hayden was in attendance to be sure the engine behaved himself. The LNER controller stood at the platform nearest Scotsman's smokebox bundled up, ready to greet passengers and do his best to filter the noise away from his A3. The trouble didn't begin until another passenger engine rolled up wearing a smug grin. Hayden noticed him first and the hair stood on the back of his scarved neck as he looked to his engine for a reaction. He was blank and stared straight ahead, but his steam output picked up noticeably causing the queue of passengers to move back towards the station's entrance. The young controller placed a hand on Scotsman's footboards, his whole frame vibrated under the man's palm. Hayden sushed his engine quietly so as to not worry the already startled patrons. The controller wanted to slap himself, how could he have forgotten about him? He was so focused on how Scotsman would handle seeing Gordon he didn't even bother to remember—

"Lammergeier!"

Sir Topham called, he emerged from his office wrapped in a dark wool coat. He nodded briefly to Hayden who watched the stumpy controller waddle to the edge of the platform in front of his engine to address the smirking male on the other side. Sir Topham placed his hands on his hips and scowled. "Lammergeier, you're twenty minutes late!"

"I'm sorry, sir," the German engine replied half-heartedly, he was too busy staring down Scotsman to really care about his own misgivings. "Ze snow caused my wheels to slip on zhe hill. I had to reverse down and try several times before I could be over."

"That's what your sandbox is for!"

"I don't like zhe gritty feeling on my wheels."

Sir Topham pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I swear you're more stubborn than even Gordon! Use your sand or I'll have to confine you to your shed until the snow has cleared, understood?"

Lammergeier simply cut his eyes and snorted, he continued to watch Scotsman for any sort of reaction and was less than pleased to see him still straight-faced and ignoring him. He quickly grew weary of being snubbed and took a more direct approach. "Vhere's zhat pretty little lady of yours? She grow tired of your pouty face?"

Flying Scotsman's gaze snapped to Lammergeier and Hayden's stomach flipped. He quickly climbed onto his engine's footboards and waved to grab his attention but the male's burning eyes remained fixed to the sneering engine beside them. "Scot, listen to me," he spoke quiet, sure to not raise his voice and further upset his engine. "You're here to do a job, that's it. Remember what I said. Remember Mer."

Scotsman took a deep breath, he slowly peeled his stare from Lammergeier and to his controller. The antagonizing engine simply scoffed then departed without another word after the guard's whistle was blown. Hayden looked over his shoulder at Sir Topham who raised his brow in question, the young controller gave a reassuring thumbs up and that was enough for the fat controller to return to his own business. Hayden breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed Scotsman's nose before he jumped back down to the platform to address a curious crowd.

Aside from his near confrontation at Knapford, the rest of Scotsman's day was mostly eventless. He ran along the gray coast all the way to Harwick, taking a pace slower than the speed limit as instructed to allow tourists to properly view the winter landscape. Of course he was bored, the small island offered little in the way of stimulation for an engine his size and the small engines that populated it were simple and liked to drone on about fuck all whenever they came upon the mainland locomotive halted at a station. His only solace was found in the memories he held of Meredith when she was still a permanent resident of the little railway and a forbidden fruit he so haplessly chased after. He remembered how he would pass her on the mainline and purposefully startle her with his whistle just to hear her take a stern tone with him or how he would see her and Gordon together and he'd blow her kisses to make her flounder and flush. That was his favorite part of their whole extended courtship, teasing her from a distance with Gordon at her side. That and the sneaky love-making. He shuddered at the thought, something about the worry of them being caught made the whole experience much more incredible.

All the distracted driving meant Scotsman completely missed when the sun went down, he rolled into Knapford feeling disoriented by what seemed to be a sudden change of time. He shook off his confusion and watched his passengers disembark cheerful and satisfied with their ride and once his coaches were taken by Philip he started towards Tidmouth. He didn't like the idea of having to bunk with his brother and his irritating friends but he figured if he settled into sleep immediately he could wake up and depart without being bothered by their noise.

When Scotsman did arrive to Tidmouth Sheds he was shocked to see it had been expanded from six berths to eight. Much to his convenience, all but one was occupied and he approached the lengthened turntable with exhausted apprehension. The occupants of the shed had all stopped talking to stare at him and of course it was Thomas who spoke up first.

"What are you doing here, Flying Scotsman?"

"I've come to sleep," the big engine replied with very little emotion. The table stopped with a jolt and he reversed into the vacant stall. He yawned. "I've got an early excursion and I'm not driving all the way to London this late. There's no point."

"Oh! Well, we're happy to have you!" Thomas pipped, his friends all agreed— except Gordon, he scoffed. Scotsman ignored the sound from his brother, he didn't even look in his direction when he pulled up.

"Do you know what happened to Spencer's brother?" Edward inquired gently from beside James who was sound asleep.

Scotsman pried his eyes open to look at the other engines watching him intently. They were all wondering the same thing. The green A3 sighed, he finally looked to his brother, his brow was scrunched and his smoke deflectors were gone, he looked just like his old self. If only he was. "In truth I'd rather not discuss it out of respect to Spencer and the rest of his brothers still in mourning. The whole incident is a tragedy."

"Could it have anything to do with the old controller that was killed too?" Rebecca questioned in her berth next to Gordon's.

Scotsman's boiler ran cold, his frown deepened. "How do you know about that?"

"Gordon told us," Percy admitted softly. Emily nodded in agreement as did Nia.

That was when the brothers' eyes met completely, Scotsman felt a fire blaze to life in his cab. "And how did Gordon come across this rumor?"

"Mallard," his brother declared loudly.

"Another of Spencer's brothers?" Edward asked.

Scotsman remained silent, he stared Gordon down for several uncomfortable seconds then nodded. "Yes, another of Spencer's brothers." He wanted to spit flames at that point, but he forced himself to steady and exhaled slow. "I really don't feel comfortable discussing this right now, so can we please drop it? I'd like to get some sleep."

"Right, just— well," Thomas bit his lip and looked around at his friends before his stare landed back to Scotsman. "We also heard you and Meredith somehow had… children?"

The mainland engine's eyes widened, he looked at Gordon who appeared just as shocked, but as well put-off by the then rumor. A cruel smirk grew across Scotsman's face. He chuckled. "I suppose I can admit to that one, yes," he paused to lock eyes with Gordon. "We have children."

The sheds erupted into a chorus of excited and curious questions, Scotsman did well to shush them to a dull roar so he could address the more appropriate ones.

Emily gasped. "How did you do that? Engines can't have babies!"

"Well, it didn't happen in the traditional manner I can assure you as much. Our new controller has this ambitious idea to sort of 'breed' engines," Scotsman did his best to ignore the bad taste in his mouth left by that word as he explained further. "It betters the chances of survival during development when using existing engines' DNA to create a new one. Less money lost in the long run." He of course left out the part where Hayden's intention was to breed 'calmer' locomotives, but at least what he said was as well true. "Meredith and I were the… Guinea pigs, more or less."

"Do they look like you?" Percy prodded with a nervous smile.

Scotsman nodded. "They do, though they're entirely their own personalities. Our son, well, he's a little… off, but our daughter is very kind and personable." He shrugged. "I'm still getting used to the idea myself. I didn't have to raise them or care for them like most creatures, they woke up and were ready to roll with little guidance. To call them my children is more of a formality to please my controller."

Rebecca seemed sad. "So you don't love them?"

Scotsman shrugged again. "I hardly know them enough to say I do. I care about them— well, her."

"But not your son?" The yellow express engine's tone was solemn.

"I'm… wary of him," Scotsman admitted, he dropped his gaze to the icy tracks. "I just don't trust him yet."

The roundhouse fell quiet once more, no one knew what to say, the topic was originally exciting but to hear Scotsman's true feelings on the matter weighed it down tremendously. The mainland engine waited a few minutes then shut his eyes once more, under the impression he would be left alone to rest— he was wrong.

"So how's Meredith?"

His eyes popped open and he growled and cursed under his breath. That little blue tank engine was quickly grating Scotsman's nerves. He took a deep breath. "She's good, on an extended lease to America at the moment. We're hoping she'll be returning by spring time."

"America?! That sounds exciting!" Rebecca bounced. "Oh! I wish I could go to another country!"

Scotsman of course ignored the peppy engine and kept focused on his stoic brother. He looked like he wanted to say something and by that point the green A3 was itching for a fight. "Something on your mind, Gordon?"

The blue A3 raised his brow and huffed. "It might be best that she stay over there. Those Americans are just as uncouth and slutty as she is from what I've heard."

"Jealous?" Scotsman teased, he was used to Gordon's badmouthing of Meredith by then, though it still made him want to rage every time.

Gordon scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Please, she's probably so loosened up by now I wouldn't even feel anything."

The more innocent members of the roundhouse were all stunned by the sudden turn taken by the conversation. They exchanged wary glances and even James had woken because of all the excessive chatter.

"I recall you once being so entranced you about killed me for her."

"Too bad I wasn't successful. Would've saved me a lot of headache, and maybe even Kestrel would still be alive."

Scotsman's throat burned as fire filled the whole of his boiler and smokebox. He rolled further from the shed wearing a dangerous glare. "I suggest you take that back, little brother."

Gordon smirked. "You won't do anything, Sir Topham would see you scrapped."

"Why don't you test that theory?" Scotsman snarled, he was completely out of his shed and was moving onto the turntable. Everyone watched, unsure of what to do, they were stuck as he moved towards Gordon's berth, smoke had begun to push from his relief valves. He was blistering hot with fury.

Gordon remained unwavering as his brother advanced him in his own berth until the two's buffer pads were flushed flat. He stared deep into Scotsman's eyes, he could see the fire from his smokebox flickering behind them, though he wouldn't show it, he was scared. He'd never seen his brother that angry before. "Are you sure you wish to do this now? In front of all these witnesses?"

Scotsman grabbed his brother's fender and began to twist slowly. "I don't give a fuck about them!" He declared loudly. "And I don't give a fuck about your fat controller's feelings either!"

Gordon winced at the growing pressure along his frame and he began to push back. "Is this really how you're going to be?" He clenched his teeth as Scotsman's grip tightened. "Over a stupid little female?!"

In one devastating movement, Scotsman rolled Gordon through the columns of his berth and onto Rebecca who shrieked from the unexpected battering. She slammed into her columns but they managed to hold fast though the roof above Gordon's berth collapsed on top of the blue A3. Wood and rubble rattled his boiler, his smokebox cracked, his wheels and coupling rods snapped, he spat blood and fire as he tried to grab for Scotsman with not much luck.

"I'll fucking kill you!" Gordon howled, blood pooled in his mouth and leaked from his nose and eyes. He could hardly feel the pain as he was blinded by red hot anger.

Scotsman laughed maniacally, his own face wet with his fluids and Gordon's as he limped backwards, the quick movement damaged his pilot wheels and his right coupling rods cracked in half. "You never deserved Meredith!" Scotsman cried, his anger quickly replaced by sadness. "You're so blinded by false morality you forced her to be something she's not! I was there for her! Through all your controlling bullshit, your slut-shaming, and your constant berating of her! She deserved none of it! You refused to see all the good in her because you could only focus on the fact she has appetites you couldn't satisfy and instead of focusing on opening your mind you turned to hating her?! You're shit, lower than shit, you're the crumbling bedrock just above the pits of hell and I hope the day you're finally scrapped you feel every cut, every burn and break until those hell flames consume you for all of eternity!"

Morning came at last for Meredith, her eyes were heavy and her head ached with exhaustion. Sleep never came the rest of the night and she was awake to see the first passenger train glide into the station beside her and watched as two unknown freighters picked up the stock she lined up the day before. She yawned and creaked from her shelter into the new snow which she also watched be plowed from the lines by a chipper little diesel who ignored her very existence. As she wandered over to refuel her eyes were down and she bashed into the forward platform of that scarred Big Boy. He grunted and blew steam at her.

"You know it's easier to see when you keep your eyes up."

Meredith shook herself off and looked up at the male feeling awash with embarrassment. He wore a slight frown, but a small smile hinted to lift his eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't sleep well last night."

"Homesick?" That half smile broke through.

"Yes," she sighed, she had forgotten how blatant her foreignness was, her size and voice gave it away. "I'm pretty restless as well, I just wish there was more I could do."

"Hmm," the mystery Big Boy pondered for a moment, then his smile returned. "I saw you leaving the roundhouse last night, did you need somewhere to sleep?"

Meredith's face became hot. "Actually I was wanting someone to helpme to sleep, but I decided I didn't need to wake anyone."

His eyes narrowed. "Oh? Were you considering me for this task?"

The little female swallowed and began to reverse away. "I might have but…" she glanced back up to his scarred expression and winced. "My nerves got the better of me."

He hummed for a moment, oblivious to his driver checking the pipes that wrapped all around his boiler. Then his smile broadened and grew rather… complacent. "That's a shame, I would've happily taken the job, but I suppose my face leaves a little left to be desired."

And then Meredith's guilty conscience set in. She floundered and threw excessive steam. "No no! You're incredibly handsome, your scar just makes you look a little… scary." She clenched her teeth and watched the Big Boy carefully as he stifled a laugh.

"This isn't even my worst one," he admitted shamelessly. "Though, to see the other would require a little more… intimacy." His tone had taken on a seductive heaviness which made Meredith's wheels weak.

She swooned. "What's your name?"

"Cameron." The male replied quietly. "What about yours?"

"Meredith."

"Meredith," he repeated, licking his lips as if the syllables left a sweet taste on them. "Well, Meredith, if you'd like to share in our scars and how we came to adorn them, meet me back here tonight around eight, hm?"

The little engine simply nodded slowly and moved out of Cameron's way. She watched him go, curiosity and desire warmed her against the icy air, of course she would be back in that spot at eight on the dot, but still she pretended to feel hesitant for the strangers around her. None of them cared, but still she kept her cool as she navigated the new stock just brought in.

The time seemed to tick slower that day, every time Meredith would stop at the station to check the large clock on the tower it would have been only a few minutes. She even made a point to shunt slower in hopes of making the time move faster and her social meter was about drained by five. Mary found her in the yard after lunch and talked the little engine's ear off. She was as sweet as she could be and was obviously in need of a friend, but Meredith's lack of sleep drained her patience though she did well to not show it. Meredith wondered after Mary left if she would even have the energy to entertain Cameron, but the Big Boy was an alluring enigma and she wanted to know more of the origins of his scars.

Eight finally came and Meredith was right where Cameron asked her to be. She looked around nervously, blinking hard every so often to try and fight the weight in her eyes. Then he rolled in seemingly out of nowhere, startling the little engine after she nodded off for a brief moment.

"I've yet to lay a fender on you and you already look done in." He teased, he then nudged her gently. "Turn around and follow me."

The drive to wherever Cameron was taking Meredith was longer than she expected and she had trouble keeping up, Big Boys were surprisingly fast in spite of their weight and the male wasn't keen on slowing his pace to accommodate. When he did finally slow, Meredith scanned the area, still completely flat aside from scattered snow topped plateaus. There was a little town nestled at the base of the larger formations with no lights on and no cars running through. Meredith switched to a track beside Cameron and sped up to be at his front. He watched the town as they passed as did Meredith. There was nothing to look at, just a single general store, gas station, soda shop, all surrounded by humble houses. No real trees to be found. Meredith shook herself, still so unimpressed by the bland landscape, until they reached Cameron's special spot. A set of spurs flanked by plateaus that stood hundreds of meters tall, it was beautiful and eerie the way their shadows loomed over the tracks as they approached. She crossed over onto Cameron's line but before she could reach the warped stops she was suddenly spun around by the strong male, the movement nearly damaged her wheels, but he lifted her high enough and moved fast enough they merely nicked the rails and caused minimal discomfort. "Gods!" She cried, shocked to be looking the male in the eye. "How did you do that?!"

"Practice," he cooed. "There's not many little ladies brave enough to take me on but the ones who are I don't have the patience to wait for them to get turned around properly."

Meredith was flustered but as well completely aroused, the first time she'd be truly man-handled by a male and it was wild. She wondered what other creative ideas he had yet to show her. She bit her lip and figured, why not ask? "Are there any… other tricks you know?"

He raised his brow, his boiler rumbled. "You afraid of heights?"

"I don't… think so?"

Cameron's grin widened and he retracted his platform, a move that Meredith has come to find quite sensual, how careful and easy the parts glided over each other to allow unobscured access to its owner. It was majestic almost. She of course knew the drill and propped herself up on him, she eyed his lips. He smiled. "You ready?"

"Read—" she yelped when he lifted her up higher than his smokebox to the point she was looking directly over the whole impressive length of his body. She blinked several times, her breathing quickened, she had no idea what he was doing but she felt his breath in places she'd never imagined possible. She shuddered as he exhaled steam on her still locked panel.

"You gonna open up for me?"

She hesitated but unlocked her panel and again he breathed hot steam on her exposed undercarriage and the little female groaned. He did that a few times until she was well lubed up then gently dragged his tongue over her slit. Meredith gasped, before she could even process the first lick he did it again, that time sticking his tongue inside her as he did so. "Oh fuck, what the fuck?!"

"Do you not like it?"

"Shit, I didn't say that!" Meredith squirmed as his warm tongue explored places she'd never thought to imagine one could. She didn't even notice her precarious position on him as he kissed and licked her most intimate areas with determination to finish her fast. Out of instinct she began to roll her body as her pleasure reached its peak which made him growl at her and demand she sit still. She did as he said and forced herself to sit until the tingling beneath was too much to handle and she moaned low and loud as a strong orgasm radiated throughout her body while he continued to lap at her as she did. Afterward, Cameron carefully wiggled her back down to eye-level, his eyes were hooded and satisfied, but something in the way his mouth glistened in the starlight sent Meredith over. She took his mouth and slipped her tongue past his lips to embrace his. He tasted sweet and his lips were slippery, the kiss was a juicy wet mess and both parties were thoroughly entranced by it, so much so Meredith didn't even hear him slide his rod out until she felt something cold brush her undercarriage and she yipped in surprise.

"Oh! What's that?!"

"It's me," Cameron assured, he slid it over her swollen part again and it was as icy as the snow surrounding them. "Part of my rod had to be replaced after an… accident and the material they used is more like a pliable steel. Not quite like the cushiony alloy that makes up our sensitive spots but…" he trailed off to a low whisper and listened to her inhale sharply as he eased inside her. "It works just as good."

Meredith shut her eyes as Cameron's chilly rod made its way in and out of her with startling smoothness. It warmed up over time but the strange hardness of it was impossible to ignore, there was some give further from the tip, but not a lot, it made her curious how he could feel what was happening. She opened her eyes and saw him watching her, he was sweating and panting but made no other noise, she decided to try to get a solid moan out of him and began to rock her body back and forth opposite to his thrusting. His eyes narrowed and he laughed, then the moans came, they were quiet and mostly in his throat and boiler, but they were there.

"So you can feel with it?" Meredith pressed.

"Of course I can," Cameron insisted, his breathing deepened as they both slowed to a rather intimate pace. "Just takes a little more to get me off now."

"What happened?"

"Is this your idea of dirty talk?" The male laughed, he kissed Meredith's lips then licked under her chin. "I don't know if it helps but I prefer to hear about how good I feel in the middle of fuckin'."

Meredith pouted but played along. "Only if you tell me how good I feel first."

"You feel so good I may actually finish in less than twenty minutes," Cameron chuckled, he kissed her again and purred when she went after his tongue. "Are all you English babes this horny?"

"Nope," Meredith nipped at his nose. "I'm just a slut."

"Damn," he loved her crass honesty and picked up speed. He saw how she looked at him, her eyes dark and dazed, she was in a trance while she was being bumped into the buffers harder and harder. Cameron caved and kissed her again, a kiss that could've almost been considered loving, he sucked her lips and licked her tongue until his release startled him to break it though he was quick to jump back in for more of her mouth after. Meredith still wanted to know what happened for him to be injured the way he was, but she didn't care enough to try and ask again that night.

Before I get into anything else I just wanna credit Heimchen aka Pretty Katydid for her character Lammergeier! If none of you weirdos have read their 'He's My Brother' AU/saga please do! It deserves so much more attention, the writing itself is a treat along with the characters and story!

Pretty Katydid; Meredith is a slut, but she's a kind-hearted slut who won't exclude just because the potential partner is shy or less sought after. Her sluttiness is on full display here and we even finally see her acknowledge it verbally! That's the sort of personal growth we love to see.

Marilyn is just as conniving as Mallard as we've seen and will definitely give the guy a run for his money in the future, though it seems like she already has. Lol. As well I'm pleased to see your conflicted feelings towards Mallard because he is a stud-muffin but he's a piece of shit. If he wasn't so fucked in the head from past bullshit he would've become the LNER's most notoriously successful playboy, not Scot. And that's all I'm gonna say on that for now.