Disclaimer: If I was Tamora Pierce, then I would be working on my next book, not sitting here typing up a fic that pretty much no one reads.
They sat in silence for a while, thinking. They were sitting in the white pick up truck and those men kept looking suggestively at Kel. She instinctively scooted closer to Joren, and he put his arm around her, letting her lean her head against his chest. He rested his chin on her head, and couldn't help but think how soft her hair was. Bad, bad, thoughts, Joren, he thought.
When Keshan leered at Kel for what seemed like the millionth time, Joren growled low in his throat and sent him a threatening glare. They stopped at an auto place, where they told them that this was as far as they'd go. Joren shook Kel, who was asleep with her head on his lap, awake. Immediately, her eyes snapped open and she reached for her knife that was hidden in her boot, before she saw Joren. She quickly recovered and relaxed, before sitting up.
As she bent down in order to get out of the truck, the men stared at her ass. Warriv raised his hand, about to slap it, but Joren's grabbed it before it could reach. He twisted his hand so that he was forced to back away. Kel got out, oblivious to what had just happened.
"Thank you so much for giving us the ride," she said. The three merely nodded their heads before driving off. Kel stood there, shocked, at their hastiness. "Well!" she said, offended. "No need to be so gracious," she said, sarcastic. Joren looked at her funny. "What?" she asked. "Is there something on my face?" He smirked.
"Yes. Two eyes, a nose, and a mouth." He said sardonically. Kel stuck out her tongue before asking a question.
"So, what now?"
"We buy a car, we drive to Tyrestion, we rescue your pig-headed friends, and then we go home, declared traitors and probably sent to death. How's that?"
"Sounds like fun," she said satirically. "I don't have any money on me. What about you?"
"I have enough. My parents are wealthy, remember?"
"Lucky. My parents are struggling. That's where my paycheck goes."
"They're probably in so much debt because of the bill the mental hospitals have. I hear that it's gone up 50 % in the past year," he said. Kel rolled her eyes.
"Whatever you say, Joren."
"That's right. You stay in that state of mind and you'll be much better off," he commented before walking into the shop. Kel made a face behind his back as she followed him.
Somewhere in Tyrestion
"Damn it, Neal, give it up!" Dom snapped. Neal glared at his cousin before he continued to insult the guards.
"What makes you think that you're worthy to carry a gun? Huh? My granny could kick your ass so hard your nose would bleed. Ya! You hear me! You're weak, not to mention you smell like you just took a bath in a dumpster! If I throw a stick, will you leave?" the guard punched him in the gut, but Neal continued to insult them. "I like you. You remind me of myself when I was young and stupid. I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public! You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers."
"I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth," the guard warned. Neal snorted.
"Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view," Neal said sarcastically. Dom put his hand over Neal's mouth before he could say another word. He pulled him away from the cell door and led him to a corner.
"What are you thinking, Neal? I swear, if you provoke the guard again, when we get out, I'll tell Kel and you know how she is about you behaving," he warned.
"How rude," Neal said, nose in the air like a true superior.
"I'm not being rude, you're just being significant," Dom snapped.
"What am I? Flypaper for freaks?" Neal dramatized. Dom rolled his eyes.
I hope we can get out soon, He thought, I don't think Neal or I can stand this much longer. He snorted. Well, at least tomorrow at 6 pm I'll be free. I think that's the time they're gonna execute us. Dom grew sad. He would never again call his cousin Meathead, or go riding, or go kill Scanrans in the war. And he would never get to do the thing that he wanted the most-to kiss Kel. He had fallen in love with her a while back, and once they had broken out, he would kiss her the first time he would see her face again. Looking over at Neal, he noticed that his cousin's face was crestfallen. He had it worse- he would never again be able to see his lovely Yamani fiancée.
He prayed to the gods and goddesses that were listening to let them be spared.
Meanwhile, Kel and Joren were riding a blue corvette, exceeding the speed limit by at least 10. Usually, Kel would be nagging at the driver to slow down, but she was driving.
"Geez, Kel, go a little faster why don't you," Joren said sarcastically. Kel glanced in his direction. His head was propped up on his arm, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep.
"Okay," she said, and pushed the gas harder, just for spite, but she soon slowed down again. "Why don't you go to sleep? You look like you could need it," she said. Joren snorted.
"I needed it back when you were having your nightmares. You stopped that once you had decided to come on this stupid chase because your friends don't have enough brain cells to figure out that Scanrans aren't very nice when we're stuck in the middle of a war with them." Kel laughed outright at this. He glared at her, which caused her to try and stifle her giggles, but that didn't work out to well. He continued to glare venomously. Kel slapped him on the knee playfully.
"Awwww, poor baby. You're grumpy because you haven't had enough sleep. We won't be there for a while." Joren gave her a snort for good measure before drifting of into a seemingly endless slumber.
Woohoo! I think I'm on a roll! I'm updating two stories in a day! Lucky me…or lucky you…whichever you think. :::beams::: I'm so proud of myself. Not really, but you get the idea. Okay, before I thank all of my LOVELY reviewers, I would like to advertise my stories:
If I ain't got you-a k/d story about how they got married.
A Bazhir Bride-a k/Zahir story about how she's betrothed to him.
Quadruplets! - The sequel to If I ain't got you, telling the story about what happened after. Typical k/d.
A Pro Knight-this is a story that both Nolee of Stone Mountain and I are making. It tells the story how Kel and the others are on a basketball team-soon to be k/j.
Now it is time to thank my reviewers:
Nolee-:::sigh::: if you insist on being that stubborn, than fine. I will write you the longest acknowledgement. I really don't know what to say, except that you are an awesome writer and you need to update sooner. If you don't, all of us poor, tormented, reviewers will kick your ass so hard your nose will bleed. Sound good? I don't think it does.
Miamouse-yes, you have been the PERFECT reviewer, because, quite simply, you review!
Kassi of Stone Mountain- this one is pretty short, also. I can't help it! :::pouts:::
Mepb- I don't know…I MIGHT just make Neal and Dom die, just for spite.
Dreamerdoll-you lazy ass! You couldn't even bring yourself to sign in??!!! OMG, dreamerdoll, that's pretty low…and I'M the one with the self-conversations…lol. But you ARE sweet, in your evil way.
Pinky-there! I updated before x-mas! R u happy now??!!…of course not. I work my ASS off, and still you people aren't satisfied….humph.lol.
Mystic Moon Empress- I'm glad you enjoy it!
Eat Paper-yes, yes, a kiss. Oops, w/e, your fic is close enough to a k/j for me…
I heart Keena-I'm so sorry for not putting you in my last chappie thank you's, but my dumb bass of a computer didn't show me it until it was too late…I hope you accept my apology.
You know the drill! R&R!