[Hello all. I'm so glad I got fb so quickly. Because you've been good I'll
give you a small chapter. It's not that good, but hopefully it will
suffice. Don't get your hopes up, I hope I'm not spoiling you. Two posts in
one day? Geeezzz...]
Kyle's POV
I was awakened by the sound of dad's truck pulling into the driveway. He wasn't supposed to be home since he had a date with Amy. I immediately got up to see if anything was wrong.
"Dad, what are you doing home now?"
I froze when I saw my dad wasn't alone. A girl about my age with dark hair and baggy clothes was with him. She was soaked through from the rain I heard pattering on my window. She looked worn out and incredibly exhausted.
"Kyle, this is Liz. She's gonna be stayin' the night. She's a friend of Michael's."
"It's nice to meet you Liz. I think I have some old clothes that don't fit me anymore that you could borrow."
She stared at me shocked. I guess she wasn't used to strangers being nice to her. I felt an urge to protect her, but that could be a residual trait from having a sheriff for a father.
"Thanx Kyle. I tink I'll jus' get sum sleep if ya don't mind."
"Sure, you can take my bed."
"Nah, I couldn' do dat."
"I insist."
"Believe me, I've slept worse places. 'Sides, I don't wanna get yo bed all icky. I needs ta crash on da closest piece a furniture."
"Liz, I'll just get you the guest blankets and extra pillows from the cabinet."
"Thanx sheriff. I mean Jim."
And she smiled at him. I couldn't help but think she looked pretty and younger when she smiled. Much more innocent than her eyes would suggest. After my dad left the room, I decided to talk to her.
"You ok? You look as though you've been to and back."
"I'm fine Kyle. Thanx fer askin'. Jus' tired."
After that she yawned, then rubbed the back of her head in a sleepy gesture. When I saw her palm, I noticed it looked different. Instead of the perfect pink skin, it had ruby blood on it.
"God Liz, you're bleeding!!!! Let me see."
When she heard that she looked at her hand and decided I was telling the truth. She didn't look freaked out, or in pain. She had a stoic expression on her face. As though it was something she was expecting yet hoped would never have to remember. I pulled her hair away from her neck and saw blood in a strange pattern. Before I could get a good look she placed her hair back over her shoulders and turned away.
"Thanx fer yer concern, Kyle. But I' quite capable of takin' care of muhself. A little blood won' kill me."
"At least let me get you a towel or something."
"Thanx."
I went to get the towel and when I returned she was passed out on the couch. I thought of waking her up and asking to check the alleged wound that evidently was the source of the blood. But she looked as though she hadn't had a good night's rest her whole life. And I'd be damned if I ruined that for her. I took the blankets dad had retrieved and layed them on top of her. I watched her for a moment feeling sad that no one else had ever cared about her before. Then I remembered Michael's call earlier about a missing girl. He sounded unnerved. Michael was not easily rattled. Dad said she was a friend of his. Michael probably doesn't know where she is. I better call him, just to tell him she's okay and that we're taking care of her. I think she needs someone that cares about her right now.
[Dun.dun.dun... Looks like Liz won't make a clean getaway. Don't worry, this isn't a loyalist fic, it's polar all the way. I just like Kyle, and a Liz/Kyle friendship. Isabel, Tess, and Max will reenter the fic. Maria and Alex will have a bigger part. Be ready for some major Mi/Liz bonding. And how about some dupe interaction and confrontation. Let me know what you think. Toodles.]
Kyle's POV
I was awakened by the sound of dad's truck pulling into the driveway. He wasn't supposed to be home since he had a date with Amy. I immediately got up to see if anything was wrong.
"Dad, what are you doing home now?"
I froze when I saw my dad wasn't alone. A girl about my age with dark hair and baggy clothes was with him. She was soaked through from the rain I heard pattering on my window. She looked worn out and incredibly exhausted.
"Kyle, this is Liz. She's gonna be stayin' the night. She's a friend of Michael's."
"It's nice to meet you Liz. I think I have some old clothes that don't fit me anymore that you could borrow."
She stared at me shocked. I guess she wasn't used to strangers being nice to her. I felt an urge to protect her, but that could be a residual trait from having a sheriff for a father.
"Thanx Kyle. I tink I'll jus' get sum sleep if ya don't mind."
"Sure, you can take my bed."
"Nah, I couldn' do dat."
"I insist."
"Believe me, I've slept worse places. 'Sides, I don't wanna get yo bed all icky. I needs ta crash on da closest piece a furniture."
"Liz, I'll just get you the guest blankets and extra pillows from the cabinet."
"Thanx sheriff. I mean Jim."
And she smiled at him. I couldn't help but think she looked pretty and younger when she smiled. Much more innocent than her eyes would suggest. After my dad left the room, I decided to talk to her.
"You ok? You look as though you've been to and back."
"I'm fine Kyle. Thanx fer askin'. Jus' tired."
After that she yawned, then rubbed the back of her head in a sleepy gesture. When I saw her palm, I noticed it looked different. Instead of the perfect pink skin, it had ruby blood on it.
"God Liz, you're bleeding!!!! Let me see."
When she heard that she looked at her hand and decided I was telling the truth. She didn't look freaked out, or in pain. She had a stoic expression on her face. As though it was something she was expecting yet hoped would never have to remember. I pulled her hair away from her neck and saw blood in a strange pattern. Before I could get a good look she placed her hair back over her shoulders and turned away.
"Thanx fer yer concern, Kyle. But I' quite capable of takin' care of muhself. A little blood won' kill me."
"At least let me get you a towel or something."
"Thanx."
I went to get the towel and when I returned she was passed out on the couch. I thought of waking her up and asking to check the alleged wound that evidently was the source of the blood. But she looked as though she hadn't had a good night's rest her whole life. And I'd be damned if I ruined that for her. I took the blankets dad had retrieved and layed them on top of her. I watched her for a moment feeling sad that no one else had ever cared about her before. Then I remembered Michael's call earlier about a missing girl. He sounded unnerved. Michael was not easily rattled. Dad said she was a friend of his. Michael probably doesn't know where she is. I better call him, just to tell him she's okay and that we're taking care of her. I think she needs someone that cares about her right now.
[Dun.dun.dun... Looks like Liz won't make a clean getaway. Don't worry, this isn't a loyalist fic, it's polar all the way. I just like Kyle, and a Liz/Kyle friendship. Isabel, Tess, and Max will reenter the fic. Maria and Alex will have a bigger part. Be ready for some major Mi/Liz bonding. And how about some dupe interaction and confrontation. Let me know what you think. Toodles.]