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A/N: Hey. Once again loads of thanks to all who have reviewed; Sk8er Chick, tennischickGGEA, Colly E, Brynne, Gabs, Secret Agent Girl, lanabana, Purple Panda, bluebabe19, Dreamer, Dream Writer 4 Life. Thank you very much. I'm a review addict. This chapter doesn't have anything major in it, just a few more clues and helps you to understand the characters a bit better. But read any way. Maybe you'll guess who they are. Maybe not. R&R and enjoy - Bex
As much as Cas had promised herself that she won't, she had drifted back into her own little world. Completely absorbed in her own thoughts. So her father and the CIA were trying to find her. If it wasn't for her baby, she doubted that they would be bothering. She prayed silently that the guy she'd punched would be ok. But what was the point in praying? She didn't believe in god. She didn't believe in fate or destiny. Other people believed in those things though. And they were the people who were after her. But she would be in Canada soon, only about a day longer to go, and there she would be safe. There they wouldn't be able to find her or her baby.
"....I mean it has to be one of the best films in history. What do you think?" Emma voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Uhuh." Cas replied absent-mindedly.
"Cas? Have you been listening?"
"Um, no." She confessed, sheepishly.
"Are you ok?" Emma asked for about the tenth time.
"I'm ok. I was just.. just thinking that all." She then looked at Emma, "Do you believe in fate?"
"Come again?'
"You know that everything happens for a reason. Like you were meant to pick me up. Do you think that's true?"
"I have no idea. Where did this all come from?"
"I was just thinking that's all. I was thinking about things like what would have happened if I hadn't left home. Would my life be really different? Would your life have taken a different course?"
"Well I wouldn't have my handbag now if that's what you mean." Emma joked, "You shouldn't think about things that can't be answered. Some things are best left that way. No one knows everything and many people have wasted their lives trying to understand everything. Now I'm not religious, but I think that if there is a god or higher power, then they would know. As for us, I think that we should carry on with the plot and forget about it. What's done is done, there is no point dwelling on the what ifs."
Emma paused, and then took her eyes off the road for a second.
"But you know I'm glad that I met you, Cas. Really I am. I would have been bored to death with out you. Plus I would have been successfully mugged, so I thank you for saving me again. You know what they say 'no one wants to be alone'. Thanks Cas, thanks for keeping me company."
"I think it should be the other way around. I mean I owe you so much. If it weren't for you, some creep would have probably picked me up. Plus you've been paying for my food and accommodation. And you've been a saint. You are probably the nicest person I've met. I owe you so much." Cas gingerly placed a hand on her stomach, "We owe you a lot."
Emma shifted uncomfortably and placed her eyes firmly on the road.
"It was nothing. I guess we're even."
She smiled at Cas and Cas returned it.
"So shall we carry on with the game we started yesterday?" Emma asked.
"Sure."
"Where were we? Oh I remember, mill."
"Wind."
"Power."
"Flower."
"Power flower?" Emma asked confused.
"No, Flower Power. You know hippies." Cas explained making a peace sign.
Emma laughed, "I guess I'll let you get away with it this time. Ok, so flower. Umm... Garden."
The game continued for a while before they got bored. Cas was about to start staring out of the window again. Emma leaned over and turned on the radio. Out blared a Beatles' song. Cas recognised it as 'Let It Be'. It was one of her dad's favourite.
"Now this is good music." Emma commented, "Do you like the Beatles?"
"I guess." Cas shrugged.
"You guess? You guess!? What kind of an answer is that?" Emma demanded, "You either like them or you don't. I can't see how anyone couldn't though. These guys rule."
Cas smiled amused at how protective Emma was acting. Her smile grew as Emma stared singing along. And then she heard it. It was clearer in her singing voice then when she was talking. A hint of a slight Russian accent. It was faded, as if Emma hadn't used it in a while or was trying to forget it. She stared at Emma trying to work it out.
"What?" Emma asked.
"Nothing, I just realised how little I know about you."
"And visa versa. You are a complete mystery to me."
"I guess we are the same in that sense. We both don't want to talk to much about who we are."
"Ok, let's play a game. We'll take it in turns to ask each other a question and the other one must answer, unless it's too uncomfortable. Deal?"
"Deal." Cas gave in.
"Ok. So where is 'home' for you?"
"L.A. You?"
"Canada. Well, I did live in Russia for a while when I was little." Emma admitted.
"That would explain the accent."
"You've noticed?" Emma looked concerned.
"Yeah. It's only the slight one though. Why?"
"Nothing." Emma said quickly, "I just thought that I had lost it that's all. So what kinda music are you into?"
"All types. I'm not really picky. I have a respect for all. You?"
"The Beatles, Queen, Elvis, the classics really. Ok, so what are you planning on naming your kid?"
This question took Cas by surprise. She'd had too much on her mind to be worrying about names for her kid.
"I have no idea." She admitted.
"I know how about Rune if it's a girl. It means mystery, just like you." Emma explained smiling.
Cas smiled back.
'Rune.' She thought. 'I guess it's a good name for a girl surrounded in mystery.'
"Or how about naming her after your mother." Emma suggested.
"No." Cas said firmly, she then decided to steer the conversation onto safer grounds, "Have you already planned what you're going to call your kids?"
"Kind of." Emma smiled sheepishly, "But first I need to find a decent husband and settle down."
"Good luck."
"And we're here." Emma announced, turning into a car park, "Our next stop."
Cas stared at the motel. It looked more like a hotel, then a motel. It defiantly had a lot more class then the last place. Three or four stars definitely. They got out of the car and carried their bags inside.
The reception was nicely decorated with cream walls and wooden floor and furniture. Emma walked over to the front desk and rung the bell. A smartly dress women appeared behind it. She took a look at Emma, then at Cas, then back at Emma.
"Yes? How can I help you?" She inquired.
'Snob.' Cas thought, when she saw the way she was looking at her worn clothes.
"I have a room booked." Emma informed her, "Under the name of Waters."
The women checked the computer.
"Ah yes. Miss Waters, a twin room." She handed Emma a key, "Room 47. 4th floor. On your left. Have a nice stay."
The number made Cas' blood run cold again. 47 again. If Cas believed in fate then she would have thought that something was up, instead she just took it as a strange coincidence.
They took the elevator up to the 4th floor, then followed the signs leading them to their room. Emma turned the key in the lock and switched on the lights. It was a much nicer room then the last place they had stayed.
"Nice bathroom, TV and oh look, a mint on the pillow. Classy!" Emma commented, taking in the room.
"And a nice view of the motorway." Cas added, "But this place is nice. It's official, I love your brother."
"So do I. I bet he'd be glad to hear that." She laughed.
"I bag the shower first." Emma shouted, running into the bathroom like a 3 year old.
Cas settled down on the bed, laughing. She felt exhausted. The journeying was taking a lot out of her. But it would be over soon. She'd be safe soon. They would be safe.
'I wonder what Emma's bother is like?' She thought and made a deal with herself to ask her in the morning.
She managed to force herself to get changed and then slid into bed. She feel asleep the second her head touch the pillow. She drifted into peaceful sleep.
A/N: So what do you think? Are you any closer to uncovering the truth? Review NOW!!! It's the only way you're going to get the next chapter. Anyway, the more reviews I get, the more inspired I'll be to write. Plus I love to know what you think.
A/N: Hey. Once again loads of thanks to all who have reviewed; Sk8er Chick, tennischickGGEA, Colly E, Brynne, Gabs, Secret Agent Girl, lanabana, Purple Panda, bluebabe19, Dreamer, Dream Writer 4 Life. Thank you very much. I'm a review addict. This chapter doesn't have anything major in it, just a few more clues and helps you to understand the characters a bit better. But read any way. Maybe you'll guess who they are. Maybe not. R&R and enjoy - Bex
As much as Cas had promised herself that she won't, she had drifted back into her own little world. Completely absorbed in her own thoughts. So her father and the CIA were trying to find her. If it wasn't for her baby, she doubted that they would be bothering. She prayed silently that the guy she'd punched would be ok. But what was the point in praying? She didn't believe in god. She didn't believe in fate or destiny. Other people believed in those things though. And they were the people who were after her. But she would be in Canada soon, only about a day longer to go, and there she would be safe. There they wouldn't be able to find her or her baby.
"....I mean it has to be one of the best films in history. What do you think?" Emma voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Uhuh." Cas replied absent-mindedly.
"Cas? Have you been listening?"
"Um, no." She confessed, sheepishly.
"Are you ok?" Emma asked for about the tenth time.
"I'm ok. I was just.. just thinking that all." She then looked at Emma, "Do you believe in fate?"
"Come again?'
"You know that everything happens for a reason. Like you were meant to pick me up. Do you think that's true?"
"I have no idea. Where did this all come from?"
"I was just thinking that's all. I was thinking about things like what would have happened if I hadn't left home. Would my life be really different? Would your life have taken a different course?"
"Well I wouldn't have my handbag now if that's what you mean." Emma joked, "You shouldn't think about things that can't be answered. Some things are best left that way. No one knows everything and many people have wasted their lives trying to understand everything. Now I'm not religious, but I think that if there is a god or higher power, then they would know. As for us, I think that we should carry on with the plot and forget about it. What's done is done, there is no point dwelling on the what ifs."
Emma paused, and then took her eyes off the road for a second.
"But you know I'm glad that I met you, Cas. Really I am. I would have been bored to death with out you. Plus I would have been successfully mugged, so I thank you for saving me again. You know what they say 'no one wants to be alone'. Thanks Cas, thanks for keeping me company."
"I think it should be the other way around. I mean I owe you so much. If it weren't for you, some creep would have probably picked me up. Plus you've been paying for my food and accommodation. And you've been a saint. You are probably the nicest person I've met. I owe you so much." Cas gingerly placed a hand on her stomach, "We owe you a lot."
Emma shifted uncomfortably and placed her eyes firmly on the road.
"It was nothing. I guess we're even."
She smiled at Cas and Cas returned it.
"So shall we carry on with the game we started yesterday?" Emma asked.
"Sure."
"Where were we? Oh I remember, mill."
"Wind."
"Power."
"Flower."
"Power flower?" Emma asked confused.
"No, Flower Power. You know hippies." Cas explained making a peace sign.
Emma laughed, "I guess I'll let you get away with it this time. Ok, so flower. Umm... Garden."
The game continued for a while before they got bored. Cas was about to start staring out of the window again. Emma leaned over and turned on the radio. Out blared a Beatles' song. Cas recognised it as 'Let It Be'. It was one of her dad's favourite.
"Now this is good music." Emma commented, "Do you like the Beatles?"
"I guess." Cas shrugged.
"You guess? You guess!? What kind of an answer is that?" Emma demanded, "You either like them or you don't. I can't see how anyone couldn't though. These guys rule."
Cas smiled amused at how protective Emma was acting. Her smile grew as Emma stared singing along. And then she heard it. It was clearer in her singing voice then when she was talking. A hint of a slight Russian accent. It was faded, as if Emma hadn't used it in a while or was trying to forget it. She stared at Emma trying to work it out.
"What?" Emma asked.
"Nothing, I just realised how little I know about you."
"And visa versa. You are a complete mystery to me."
"I guess we are the same in that sense. We both don't want to talk to much about who we are."
"Ok, let's play a game. We'll take it in turns to ask each other a question and the other one must answer, unless it's too uncomfortable. Deal?"
"Deal." Cas gave in.
"Ok. So where is 'home' for you?"
"L.A. You?"
"Canada. Well, I did live in Russia for a while when I was little." Emma admitted.
"That would explain the accent."
"You've noticed?" Emma looked concerned.
"Yeah. It's only the slight one though. Why?"
"Nothing." Emma said quickly, "I just thought that I had lost it that's all. So what kinda music are you into?"
"All types. I'm not really picky. I have a respect for all. You?"
"The Beatles, Queen, Elvis, the classics really. Ok, so what are you planning on naming your kid?"
This question took Cas by surprise. She'd had too much on her mind to be worrying about names for her kid.
"I have no idea." She admitted.
"I know how about Rune if it's a girl. It means mystery, just like you." Emma explained smiling.
Cas smiled back.
'Rune.' She thought. 'I guess it's a good name for a girl surrounded in mystery.'
"Or how about naming her after your mother." Emma suggested.
"No." Cas said firmly, she then decided to steer the conversation onto safer grounds, "Have you already planned what you're going to call your kids?"
"Kind of." Emma smiled sheepishly, "But first I need to find a decent husband and settle down."
"Good luck."
"And we're here." Emma announced, turning into a car park, "Our next stop."
Cas stared at the motel. It looked more like a hotel, then a motel. It defiantly had a lot more class then the last place. Three or four stars definitely. They got out of the car and carried their bags inside.
The reception was nicely decorated with cream walls and wooden floor and furniture. Emma walked over to the front desk and rung the bell. A smartly dress women appeared behind it. She took a look at Emma, then at Cas, then back at Emma.
"Yes? How can I help you?" She inquired.
'Snob.' Cas thought, when she saw the way she was looking at her worn clothes.
"I have a room booked." Emma informed her, "Under the name of Waters."
The women checked the computer.
"Ah yes. Miss Waters, a twin room." She handed Emma a key, "Room 47. 4th floor. On your left. Have a nice stay."
The number made Cas' blood run cold again. 47 again. If Cas believed in fate then she would have thought that something was up, instead she just took it as a strange coincidence.
They took the elevator up to the 4th floor, then followed the signs leading them to their room. Emma turned the key in the lock and switched on the lights. It was a much nicer room then the last place they had stayed.
"Nice bathroom, TV and oh look, a mint on the pillow. Classy!" Emma commented, taking in the room.
"And a nice view of the motorway." Cas added, "But this place is nice. It's official, I love your brother."
"So do I. I bet he'd be glad to hear that." She laughed.
"I bag the shower first." Emma shouted, running into the bathroom like a 3 year old.
Cas settled down on the bed, laughing. She felt exhausted. The journeying was taking a lot out of her. But it would be over soon. She'd be safe soon. They would be safe.
'I wonder what Emma's bother is like?' She thought and made a deal with herself to ask her in the morning.
She managed to force herself to get changed and then slid into bed. She feel asleep the second her head touch the pillow. She drifted into peaceful sleep.
A/N: So what do you think? Are you any closer to uncovering the truth? Review NOW!!! It's the only way you're going to get the next chapter. Anyway, the more reviews I get, the more inspired I'll be to write. Plus I love to know what you think.