Chapter 2 "Radar Blipped"
A/N: The first bit was to remind ya'll of exactly what this story is about. Yes, about Cree, but also about that disgusting sh*t. The title for this chapter, well I was watching "John Doe" last night, and they kept mentioning radars, and they are used to detect objects in your area and do something with them, and that goes for people too. Read it, hopefully you'll get it.
*****
SEATTLE
SECTOR 5
11:50 PM
The door opened with barely even a click. The person entering was almost soundless, almost. A creak of another door was heard, this one being enough to register on any standard sonar equipment.
Movement came from the room the door opened, a bedroom. Sheet's rustled and a masculine but ornate black bedside lamp was switched on.
"Max" Logan squinted at her in the light, reaching for his glasses. He was surprised to see her there. All though it had been over two months since they started a real relationship each still had their private time. She had only stayed over the entire night five times in the last four months. And he had been with her overnight at her place once; that time when she was shot by the same man who had kidnapped Cree.
"What are you-" he stopped mid question when he noticed her pale, sweaty completion where normally it would be dark, tan and completely oil-less. "Are you okay?" he immediately gave way to concern for her.
It wasn't like her to sneak in his place. She had only done it once to steal Bast. If she had done it now, it was one of two things, she needed some very important information, or that she was hurt in some way.
It suddenly clicked with Logan why she was here, like finally using the right key to unlock your front door after failed attempts trying to use your car key because you couldn't tell in the dark. "Are you having one?"
"Yeah" her voice was strained as she admitted this, jerky, like someone was shaking her shoulders as she was talking. "Cindy left Crash an hour ago and I got it afterwards." Each word was a struggle to get out since her body wanted her to pay attention to what was happening to it. "I didn't want to wake her up-"
"You have your meds?"
"There were only two pills left in the bottle"
Logan climbed out of bed. He wasn't one of those guys who slept shirtless, he was wearing a dark gray faded muscle tank and old track pants that were now only used for sleeping in because of the wear on them. He came beside her and grabbed one of her hands "Lie down" he pushed her into the mattress, successfully getting her to lay on her side before heading into his bathroom where an extra bottle of her Tryptophane pills were kept under the counter beside the first aid kit. The pharmacist he got them from kept wondering about his purchase. As far as they could tell, he was perfectly healthy. But they never questioned it because he always paid in cash. Did that because it was harder to trace then checks that could be linked back to Max since Manticore had feelers in Seattle and knew that their creations had these flaws since they screwed them.
He came around to her side of the bed with a handful of pills and half a glass of water in a paper cup. "Here" he handed her the pills. She took them with shaky hands and downed them with some of the water that didn't manage to spill out on her chin and down her shirt because of her shaking hands.
He took the cup from her after she finished, wiping the water from her chin, and below her neckline. Her breasts were warm from the affects of the seizures. But it didn't affect him the way it did when he touched her at night in other circumstances. He also wasn't one of those guys who got turned on every time he touched his girlfriend's private areas. This wasn't about sex, she was drained, she needed his help, and he would be one sick bastard if he allowed himself to get a hard on when she was vulnerable like this.
He reached down on the 'wrong' end of the bed and removed her shoes, then he worked his way up and peeled of her leather jacket from her sweat soaked body. He set both down on the floor to deal with later. He stood back up and walked around to the other side of the bed.
The mattress springs creaked as he climbed in beside her, pulling her back to him. Her body was now touching him so he could feel each one of her tremors. Her heart beat wildly against the part of his arm that was securely across her chest.
She tensed up greatly as an enormous bolt of pain shot through her body. She cringed like she had just suffered a blow to the gut or a labour contraction.
"It's okay" he rubbed her stomach under her tank top with one hand "You'll be okay" his breath was warm by her ear.
She felt for his hands around her midsection, covering one of them with her own "Thanks, you didn't have to-"
"Shh" he silenced her kissing the side of her face, his hands brushing some sweat soaked hair away from her cheek. "Just try and get some sleep"
"I can't sleep now-" her voice hadn't changed yet
"Then I'll stay awake until you do-"
*All these words are only frostin' on my cake
Feelings explain, don't do justice to how I feel
So alive, so in love for the first time
No way can I hide who am I
Her other hand reached around to grasp his free one. He leaned over and kissed that same spot again "I'm here"
(slow zoom out shot of them lying on the bed with the lyrics of the song growing louder)
*He is the dough increaser, the pleasure releaser
The hard knocks knower without the scars to show ya
The night school teacher, the good life preacher
The caretaker, the kiss craver
He is*
*****
LOS ANGELOUS, CALIFORNIA
(Fade into a shot of someone bolting up in bed in the darkness. Only a shadow is seen because there are no lights on in the room)
Light filled the room as a red and black colored lamp was switched on. She had gotten this room to herself ever since her sister volunteered to move to their father's old "dark room/work area/junk space" a month ago.
She stared at the clock. The flashing green "12:30" glared at her. Her raspy breathing blocked out all other sounds in the room. She threw off her covers because they felt too heavy on her legs. She got up off the bed, her rumpled gray pj bottoms rustling against the sheets. A hand moved back to pull the long sweaty strands of black hair from her shoulders. The dark black dragon tattoo was coated in sheen from her sweat.
She stopped to look at her reflection in the mirror. Pale as usual. Nightmares had been attacking her for the past two weeks. /Now that I don't live it any more I'm haunted by the damn thing/ Cree took a brush off her dresser and began working out the tangles in her hair. She grabbed a red mini hair upsweep sword and wrapped her hair in an round and round loop with the tool almost the same way the actress Zhang Zhaiee did right before she fought Chris Tucker in "Rush Hour 2" She took the hem of her white tank top and used it to mop the sweat from her face.
She switched off the lights again before venturing outside her bedroom. The hallway was empty, only a faint light came from a butterfly plug in nightlight Cree had gotten at a Berkley street fair when she was twelve. She had put it in the garage sale box three years ago after she out grew butterflies and lacy priss, but after she disappeared Ming took it out and put in there because she couldn't bare to sell it.
She padded past that, the butterfly silently watching her as if it were alive and had just stopped at the outlet because it mistook it for a flower. The old clock above the TV ticked away at her. She looked at it's wood, pine, but painted, trying to pass off as a much richer cherry. Three years she had been gone, but it still looked as ugly as it did then. There still was a tiny crack line in the face where Jade and her had throw couch cushions at it that one time it really pissed them off with that stupid "gong gong" sound it made at the start of every hour. Ming came home from work and grounded their asses, but she never got it fixed. She was never really fond of that clock either, it was a present from her mother after she married Peter. Kind of a "I hate what you're doing but here's a clock" present. She only kept it to kept it because it did tell time well, and she wasn't about to buy another clock and give her parents something to rant to her about.
The refrigerator door opening partly lit up the kitchen counter, reflecting off Ming's service weapon lying in it's holster. She kept her gun in a metal safe deposit box with a combination lock, and would put it there right after she got off duty along with her pepper spray and back up weapon. The bullet clips were kept somewhere else that Ming never told anyone except Peter where they were. The only time she forgot to lock up her gun was when Peter "loosened her up" in the living room after she got off duty.
Cree had gone to bed before her mom got home, and she was a sound sleeper, which was good since she really didn't want to hear her mom and dad pulling an all nighter. She knew they loved each other, but she didn't want to know THAT.
It was late, and she didn't want to wake her mom. So she picked up the gun and removed the clip with the other hand, tucking it into the pocket of her pj pants. She doubted anyone would break in since most people knew around here that this was a cop's house. But there could be some uninformed looser and she didn't want the gun just out there loaded for him to have a free for all.
She opened the fridge door again, and peaked her head inside it. Her dad's Heineken was there, next to some grape juice, a couple of cans of Pepsi and the Sam Adams her mom drank. Ming wasn't a "Malted Ice" drinker. She took her stuff hard, not girly. The beer tempted Cree, she hadn't lied to her family that she had started drinking, having memories of Crash in her head while she said this.
Peter wasn't too comfortable with this, considering she use to think beer was pee in a bottle. But he didn't lecture her hard on it, just telling her to watch her consumption, because no matter what, getting hammered wasn't fun, for anyone.
She settled on the Pepsi instead, deciding to get buzzed on caffeine and sugar instead of alcohol. She grabbed a glass from the dishwasher and popped the cola.
The drink glugged out of the pop top hole and fizzed into the glass as she poured it. She looked up when she heard another noise in the living room.
Jade was there wearing her traditional plaid boxers and black muscle tank top she always slept in.
"Can't sleep?" Jade always slept with her hair on one big braid and it bounced when she moved over to the kitchen.
"Yeah" Cree admitted, she never lied to her sister. They were more like best friends then big sister and little baby brat. But it was taken up a notch if Jade got in trouble, Cree was always there to protect her like any big sister or brother would. The way Zack took punishment for Max when they were kids at Manticore. "Sorry I woke you"
"You didn't" Jade stated through a yawn. "Dad did, heard him sweet talking mom" her new room was two rooms down from her parents but the walls were thin.
Cree made a face and picked up her Pepsi "You want one?"
Jade thought about it for a moment "Sure, since it's Saturday, otherwise I'd be up having to pee every five seconds and be all crappy for school"
Cree took out the last can from the fridge and threw it at her sister.
Jade caught it with one hand, she was very into basketball. She popped the drink and sat down on the dark blue sofa in the living room, turning on one small lamp.
Cree joined her a few seconds later, holding her glass.
Jade sipped her drink, looking at Cree's pants "That a clip in your pocket or our you happy to see me?"
Cree set down her glass and proceeded to beat Jade up with a couch cushion.
The Pepsi sloshed out onto Jade's tank top and she gasped at the cold liquid "I'm telling mom!" she threatened in a teasing child like voice she used when she wanted to get her way when she was five.
"Mom can't save you tonight girly girl" Cree hit her again for good measure.
Jade laughed as the soda slid down her top, onto bare skin since she didn't sleep in a bra.
"I quit" she set her drink down on the coffee table and wiped off some of the mess with her hand.
"Was it a bad dream?" she had stopped laughing, her voice serious.
Cree looked at her "Yeah" the playful anger was gone, replaced by her quiet battle scared voice.
"Tell me about it-"
"Jade you wouldn't understand-"
"Tell me" Jade was more forceful this time. She didn't want to judge her, she just wanted to listen. That's what sisters did.
"I'm back in that room" Cree's voice was sad as her memories drew her back to her nightmare and her past terror. "Jacks' there and-" she had to pause to bite her lip "He's watching them fuck me-" her anger was harsh
"Who?" Jade wasn't a shrink but she good at what she did.
"Three men, I don't know who the hell they are" her voice rose, and she lowered it again so she wouldn't wake up her parents "They each have their turn at humping me like a dog, keep calling me bitch the whole time, and-" tears were now on her face "then it just went dark and I woke up-"
Jade had tears glistening in her eyes as well; one broke free and ran down her cheek.
"Hey" Cree leaned over and wiped the tear off her face "Don't cry over me, it's over-"
"No it's not" Jade informed passionately
Cree went silent for a moment, just looking at her baby sister. "You remember that song mom use to sing to us when we were kids?"
"Which one?"
"That one from the time you started crying after that looser little boy called you a "Chinee black haired looser" at your school-"
"Oh yeah Rob" Jade remembered it now "Some black kids at my school pounded him for saying he wanted to fuck their eight year old sister and be like Thomas Jefferson and breed the race" she said this totally disgusted.
Cree looked grossed out too "Maybe we should've sang that at the talent show"
Jade shook her head "Would've been beaten out by "I'm Not a Girl: Not Yet a Woman"
Cree managed a smile at this, going quiet for a moment before starting to sing:
"I've been seeing Lisa now
For a little over a year
She say she never been so happy
But Lisa lives in fear
That one day daddy's gonna find out
She's in love
With a brother from the streets-"
"Oh how he would lose it then but
She's still here with me-" Jade started to sing along, harmonizing with her sister's velvety voice one key lower, blending voice with voice. She still very well remembered the song
"Cuz she believes that love will see us through
And one day they'll understand
And he'll see me as a person
And not just a black man-"
This time Jade came over and wiped the tears from Cree's face. She hugged her tightly without a word
(music gets louder as Cree and Jade's voice is replaced by the artists' of the song)
*Cuz I believe that love is the answer
I believe that love will find a way
I believe that love is the answer
I believe that love with find a way*
*****
I wanted to get more into Cree and Jade's sister relationship, because they only had one scene together at the end of the series last time. I didn't work Ty in here, was going to, but he'll work out better in the next chapters. Cree's life isn't all grand now that she's home, she not in physical danger, but now she's left with the scars..
Songs used:
"He Is" Heather Headley (GREAT song by an amazing artist..if you haven't heard her I encourage you too)
"I Believe" Blessed Union of Souls (I use this song a lot in my fics, but it is very moving)
R/R please
A/N: The first bit was to remind ya'll of exactly what this story is about. Yes, about Cree, but also about that disgusting sh*t. The title for this chapter, well I was watching "John Doe" last night, and they kept mentioning radars, and they are used to detect objects in your area and do something with them, and that goes for people too. Read it, hopefully you'll get it.
*****
SEATTLE
SECTOR 5
11:50 PM
The door opened with barely even a click. The person entering was almost soundless, almost. A creak of another door was heard, this one being enough to register on any standard sonar equipment.
Movement came from the room the door opened, a bedroom. Sheet's rustled and a masculine but ornate black bedside lamp was switched on.
"Max" Logan squinted at her in the light, reaching for his glasses. He was surprised to see her there. All though it had been over two months since they started a real relationship each still had their private time. She had only stayed over the entire night five times in the last four months. And he had been with her overnight at her place once; that time when she was shot by the same man who had kidnapped Cree.
"What are you-" he stopped mid question when he noticed her pale, sweaty completion where normally it would be dark, tan and completely oil-less. "Are you okay?" he immediately gave way to concern for her.
It wasn't like her to sneak in his place. She had only done it once to steal Bast. If she had done it now, it was one of two things, she needed some very important information, or that she was hurt in some way.
It suddenly clicked with Logan why she was here, like finally using the right key to unlock your front door after failed attempts trying to use your car key because you couldn't tell in the dark. "Are you having one?"
"Yeah" her voice was strained as she admitted this, jerky, like someone was shaking her shoulders as she was talking. "Cindy left Crash an hour ago and I got it afterwards." Each word was a struggle to get out since her body wanted her to pay attention to what was happening to it. "I didn't want to wake her up-"
"You have your meds?"
"There were only two pills left in the bottle"
Logan climbed out of bed. He wasn't one of those guys who slept shirtless, he was wearing a dark gray faded muscle tank and old track pants that were now only used for sleeping in because of the wear on them. He came beside her and grabbed one of her hands "Lie down" he pushed her into the mattress, successfully getting her to lay on her side before heading into his bathroom where an extra bottle of her Tryptophane pills were kept under the counter beside the first aid kit. The pharmacist he got them from kept wondering about his purchase. As far as they could tell, he was perfectly healthy. But they never questioned it because he always paid in cash. Did that because it was harder to trace then checks that could be linked back to Max since Manticore had feelers in Seattle and knew that their creations had these flaws since they screwed them.
He came around to her side of the bed with a handful of pills and half a glass of water in a paper cup. "Here" he handed her the pills. She took them with shaky hands and downed them with some of the water that didn't manage to spill out on her chin and down her shirt because of her shaking hands.
He took the cup from her after she finished, wiping the water from her chin, and below her neckline. Her breasts were warm from the affects of the seizures. But it didn't affect him the way it did when he touched her at night in other circumstances. He also wasn't one of those guys who got turned on every time he touched his girlfriend's private areas. This wasn't about sex, she was drained, she needed his help, and he would be one sick bastard if he allowed himself to get a hard on when she was vulnerable like this.
He reached down on the 'wrong' end of the bed and removed her shoes, then he worked his way up and peeled of her leather jacket from her sweat soaked body. He set both down on the floor to deal with later. He stood back up and walked around to the other side of the bed.
The mattress springs creaked as he climbed in beside her, pulling her back to him. Her body was now touching him so he could feel each one of her tremors. Her heart beat wildly against the part of his arm that was securely across her chest.
She tensed up greatly as an enormous bolt of pain shot through her body. She cringed like she had just suffered a blow to the gut or a labour contraction.
"It's okay" he rubbed her stomach under her tank top with one hand "You'll be okay" his breath was warm by her ear.
She felt for his hands around her midsection, covering one of them with her own "Thanks, you didn't have to-"
"Shh" he silenced her kissing the side of her face, his hands brushing some sweat soaked hair away from her cheek. "Just try and get some sleep"
"I can't sleep now-" her voice hadn't changed yet
"Then I'll stay awake until you do-"
*All these words are only frostin' on my cake
Feelings explain, don't do justice to how I feel
So alive, so in love for the first time
No way can I hide who am I
Her other hand reached around to grasp his free one. He leaned over and kissed that same spot again "I'm here"
(slow zoom out shot of them lying on the bed with the lyrics of the song growing louder)
*He is the dough increaser, the pleasure releaser
The hard knocks knower without the scars to show ya
The night school teacher, the good life preacher
The caretaker, the kiss craver
He is*
*****
LOS ANGELOUS, CALIFORNIA
(Fade into a shot of someone bolting up in bed in the darkness. Only a shadow is seen because there are no lights on in the room)
Light filled the room as a red and black colored lamp was switched on. She had gotten this room to herself ever since her sister volunteered to move to their father's old "dark room/work area/junk space" a month ago.
She stared at the clock. The flashing green "12:30" glared at her. Her raspy breathing blocked out all other sounds in the room. She threw off her covers because they felt too heavy on her legs. She got up off the bed, her rumpled gray pj bottoms rustling against the sheets. A hand moved back to pull the long sweaty strands of black hair from her shoulders. The dark black dragon tattoo was coated in sheen from her sweat.
She stopped to look at her reflection in the mirror. Pale as usual. Nightmares had been attacking her for the past two weeks. /Now that I don't live it any more I'm haunted by the damn thing/ Cree took a brush off her dresser and began working out the tangles in her hair. She grabbed a red mini hair upsweep sword and wrapped her hair in an round and round loop with the tool almost the same way the actress Zhang Zhaiee did right before she fought Chris Tucker in "Rush Hour 2" She took the hem of her white tank top and used it to mop the sweat from her face.
She switched off the lights again before venturing outside her bedroom. The hallway was empty, only a faint light came from a butterfly plug in nightlight Cree had gotten at a Berkley street fair when she was twelve. She had put it in the garage sale box three years ago after she out grew butterflies and lacy priss, but after she disappeared Ming took it out and put in there because she couldn't bare to sell it.
She padded past that, the butterfly silently watching her as if it were alive and had just stopped at the outlet because it mistook it for a flower. The old clock above the TV ticked away at her. She looked at it's wood, pine, but painted, trying to pass off as a much richer cherry. Three years she had been gone, but it still looked as ugly as it did then. There still was a tiny crack line in the face where Jade and her had throw couch cushions at it that one time it really pissed them off with that stupid "gong gong" sound it made at the start of every hour. Ming came home from work and grounded their asses, but she never got it fixed. She was never really fond of that clock either, it was a present from her mother after she married Peter. Kind of a "I hate what you're doing but here's a clock" present. She only kept it to kept it because it did tell time well, and she wasn't about to buy another clock and give her parents something to rant to her about.
The refrigerator door opening partly lit up the kitchen counter, reflecting off Ming's service weapon lying in it's holster. She kept her gun in a metal safe deposit box with a combination lock, and would put it there right after she got off duty along with her pepper spray and back up weapon. The bullet clips were kept somewhere else that Ming never told anyone except Peter where they were. The only time she forgot to lock up her gun was when Peter "loosened her up" in the living room after she got off duty.
Cree had gone to bed before her mom got home, and she was a sound sleeper, which was good since she really didn't want to hear her mom and dad pulling an all nighter. She knew they loved each other, but she didn't want to know THAT.
It was late, and she didn't want to wake her mom. So she picked up the gun and removed the clip with the other hand, tucking it into the pocket of her pj pants. She doubted anyone would break in since most people knew around here that this was a cop's house. But there could be some uninformed looser and she didn't want the gun just out there loaded for him to have a free for all.
She opened the fridge door again, and peaked her head inside it. Her dad's Heineken was there, next to some grape juice, a couple of cans of Pepsi and the Sam Adams her mom drank. Ming wasn't a "Malted Ice" drinker. She took her stuff hard, not girly. The beer tempted Cree, she hadn't lied to her family that she had started drinking, having memories of Crash in her head while she said this.
Peter wasn't too comfortable with this, considering she use to think beer was pee in a bottle. But he didn't lecture her hard on it, just telling her to watch her consumption, because no matter what, getting hammered wasn't fun, for anyone.
She settled on the Pepsi instead, deciding to get buzzed on caffeine and sugar instead of alcohol. She grabbed a glass from the dishwasher and popped the cola.
The drink glugged out of the pop top hole and fizzed into the glass as she poured it. She looked up when she heard another noise in the living room.
Jade was there wearing her traditional plaid boxers and black muscle tank top she always slept in.
"Can't sleep?" Jade always slept with her hair on one big braid and it bounced when she moved over to the kitchen.
"Yeah" Cree admitted, she never lied to her sister. They were more like best friends then big sister and little baby brat. But it was taken up a notch if Jade got in trouble, Cree was always there to protect her like any big sister or brother would. The way Zack took punishment for Max when they were kids at Manticore. "Sorry I woke you"
"You didn't" Jade stated through a yawn. "Dad did, heard him sweet talking mom" her new room was two rooms down from her parents but the walls were thin.
Cree made a face and picked up her Pepsi "You want one?"
Jade thought about it for a moment "Sure, since it's Saturday, otherwise I'd be up having to pee every five seconds and be all crappy for school"
Cree took out the last can from the fridge and threw it at her sister.
Jade caught it with one hand, she was very into basketball. She popped the drink and sat down on the dark blue sofa in the living room, turning on one small lamp.
Cree joined her a few seconds later, holding her glass.
Jade sipped her drink, looking at Cree's pants "That a clip in your pocket or our you happy to see me?"
Cree set down her glass and proceeded to beat Jade up with a couch cushion.
The Pepsi sloshed out onto Jade's tank top and she gasped at the cold liquid "I'm telling mom!" she threatened in a teasing child like voice she used when she wanted to get her way when she was five.
"Mom can't save you tonight girly girl" Cree hit her again for good measure.
Jade laughed as the soda slid down her top, onto bare skin since she didn't sleep in a bra.
"I quit" she set her drink down on the coffee table and wiped off some of the mess with her hand.
"Was it a bad dream?" she had stopped laughing, her voice serious.
Cree looked at her "Yeah" the playful anger was gone, replaced by her quiet battle scared voice.
"Tell me about it-"
"Jade you wouldn't understand-"
"Tell me" Jade was more forceful this time. She didn't want to judge her, she just wanted to listen. That's what sisters did.
"I'm back in that room" Cree's voice was sad as her memories drew her back to her nightmare and her past terror. "Jacks' there and-" she had to pause to bite her lip "He's watching them fuck me-" her anger was harsh
"Who?" Jade wasn't a shrink but she good at what she did.
"Three men, I don't know who the hell they are" her voice rose, and she lowered it again so she wouldn't wake up her parents "They each have their turn at humping me like a dog, keep calling me bitch the whole time, and-" tears were now on her face "then it just went dark and I woke up-"
Jade had tears glistening in her eyes as well; one broke free and ran down her cheek.
"Hey" Cree leaned over and wiped the tear off her face "Don't cry over me, it's over-"
"No it's not" Jade informed passionately
Cree went silent for a moment, just looking at her baby sister. "You remember that song mom use to sing to us when we were kids?"
"Which one?"
"That one from the time you started crying after that looser little boy called you a "Chinee black haired looser" at your school-"
"Oh yeah Rob" Jade remembered it now "Some black kids at my school pounded him for saying he wanted to fuck their eight year old sister and be like Thomas Jefferson and breed the race" she said this totally disgusted.
Cree looked grossed out too "Maybe we should've sang that at the talent show"
Jade shook her head "Would've been beaten out by "I'm Not a Girl: Not Yet a Woman"
Cree managed a smile at this, going quiet for a moment before starting to sing:
"I've been seeing Lisa now
For a little over a year
She say she never been so happy
But Lisa lives in fear
That one day daddy's gonna find out
She's in love
With a brother from the streets-"
"Oh how he would lose it then but
She's still here with me-" Jade started to sing along, harmonizing with her sister's velvety voice one key lower, blending voice with voice. She still very well remembered the song
"Cuz she believes that love will see us through
And one day they'll understand
And he'll see me as a person
And not just a black man-"
This time Jade came over and wiped the tears from Cree's face. She hugged her tightly without a word
(music gets louder as Cree and Jade's voice is replaced by the artists' of the song)
*Cuz I believe that love is the answer
I believe that love will find a way
I believe that love is the answer
I believe that love with find a way*
*****
I wanted to get more into Cree and Jade's sister relationship, because they only had one scene together at the end of the series last time. I didn't work Ty in here, was going to, but he'll work out better in the next chapters. Cree's life isn't all grand now that she's home, she not in physical danger, but now she's left with the scars..
Songs used:
"He Is" Heather Headley (GREAT song by an amazing artist..if you haven't heard her I encourage you too)
"I Believe" Blessed Union of Souls (I use this song a lot in my fics, but it is very moving)
R/R please