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AN: Thanks for the reviews. Especially you, YFWE. Here's chapter 2, like I promised.

Chapter 2: Problematic

Jake arrived at his front door at around six o'clock in the morning. He took out his key and unlocked the door. He quietly shut the door behind him and turned around. Suddenly the light turned on and a fifteen-year-old girl with a wide grin on her face was sitting on the living room couch.

"Busted," she whispered. "Where ya been?" Haley loved to tease her older brother. Jake groaned quietly and turned into a human.

"I was out patrolling the area," he answered back in a whisper. "Nothing happened. Okay? Go to bed, Haley." The girl shrugged her shoulders and stood up. Jake covered his eyes with his hand. "Oh god, Haley, why don't you wear normal pajamas?" Haley grinned as she bounded up the stairs in her black lingerie. Haley was only fifteen but had a steady boyfriend. This made her feel more grown up, and she went out and got her some new clothes. In the past three years, Haley had gone from innocent sixth grader to sexy ninth grader. She had also gone to what Jake, Trixie, and Spud had once called the dark side, or goth.

There was a rasp knock on the door and Jake yawned. He was too tired to answer the door, so he let his dragon tail do the work. When the door opened, Spud was standing there with a goofy grin on his face. Jake sighed.

"Haley just went to bed, Spud," he said, then shut the door. Jake had absolutely no energy. Spud and Haley had been going out for three years, and for the past month now, Spud had been coming over to Jake's house almost every night. Jake shuddered at the thought of Spud and Haley...

"Dude, I just came over to tell you that Trixie came over lookin' for you," Spud said through the door. "She said she came by and you weren't home."

"I just got home. I'll call her and talk to her tomorrow," Jake said. "Thanks, bro."

"Hey, I might just really be your bro someday," Spud said as Jake started to walk away. Jake shivered and looked back at the door.

"Yo, Spud, I don't wanna even think about you and Haley doin' it together," Jake said. He heard Spud mumble something and Jake walked upstairs to his bed. He soon fell asleep.

Jake and Thorn were fighting. She was fifteen, he was sixteen. Jake grinned as she fell onto her back.

"What makes you think you can mess with my sister and get away with it?" he asked sarcastically. Thorn stood up and smirked.

"Are all of you dragons related, or is it just me?" she replied back. Jake smacked her with his tail, sending her flying into the wall. When she slumped to the ground, unconscious, Jake became worried. He quickly looked her over, she was breathing very lightly, almost not at all. He turned into a human and checked her pulse. A light, slow beating could be felt. He backed up quickly. She couldn't die. He couldn't have killed her. He just couldn't have.

"Dragon up!" he called, turning back into the American Dragon. He picked up Thorn's limp body and proceeded to take her home. There was blood all over the floor where she had been and now all over his arms. She was losing blood fast.

Ding dong! The doorbell to the big castle rang, and in a few seconds, the door opened. Thorn's Huntsmaster was standing at the door. His smile soon turned to a scowl as he observed the scene in front of him.

"I didn't mean to...I mean...I don't want her to...please help her," Jake finally said. "Her pulse is low and she's not breathing very well. Please help her." When her Huntsmaster just stood there, doing nothing, Jake growled. "Fine, I'll take her to the hospital." He took off into the sky and disappeared, leaving her Huntsmaster confused.

When Jake arrived at the hospital a few minutes later, he turned into a human and ran inside, Thorn still in his arms. A nurse rushed Thorn into the emergency room and did a few check-up tests. When she came out, she looked at Jake with concern.

"She's lost a lot of blood," the nurse said. She was blonde with green eyes. "Would you be willing to do a blood transfusion?" Jake began to stutter.

"Well...uh...I don't know. We're not family, and..." Jake trailed off, unable to state his other reason. "We might not be the same blood type."

"Her blood type is O. What's yours?" the nurse asked hurriedly. Jake sighed.

"Mine is O, too, but--"

"But what? This girl is going to die if you don't get in here right now," the nurse said, and this fact made Jake follow the nurse down the hallway into room 273B. When he got in there, he noticed first off that her mask was gone and in place was an oxygen mask. Jake sighed heavily. He had to do this...for Rose.

Twenty minutes later, the blood transfusion was over, and Rose's pulse was back to normal. She hadn't waken up yet, and, because he respected her privacy, he put her mask back on her face. Though he had already known who she was for two and a half years. That didn't matter. She didn't know that he knew, had he wanted it to stay that way. He picked her up and left the room. He slashed his credit card through the sensor and paid the bill with debit, then left the hospital, Thorn sleeping peacefully in her arms.

"Dragon up," he whispered, and flew towards the castle where she lived and trained with her Huntsmaster. He once again landed in front of the door, and he let himself in, seeing as the door was unlocked. He walked up the stairs and put her in her bed. He smiled and gently pulled the sheets over her body. Then he left, undetected.

Beep beep beep beep beep be-- Jake hit his alarm clock and yawned as he streched his arms out above his head. Ding dong. Jake stood up and yawned again. He'd had a dream about a fight with Thorn three years ago, and how he had saved her life once again. After that, he couldn't risk hurting her, so their fighting had dwindled down to now nothing. Now, whenever he showed up, Thorn would just leave. Jake stumbled down the stairs, still half asleep, and answered the door. When a familiar face appeared, Jake motioned for them to come in and sit down. Jake went over to sit on the couch.

"What's up, Trixie?" he asked. He noticed that her eyes were red. She had been crying.

"Well, you know how Granma's been sick for a while? Well, yesterday, I went up to her room to see her, and...she wouldn't wake up." Trixie buried her face into Jake's chest and Jake hugged her gently. "Everything's happening so quickly. First, Daddy died when I was four, then Momma died two years ago, I found out Pappy died last year, and now Granma's gone. I'm all alone now, Jake. All alone." Jake hugged her tighter.

"No you're not, Trix. You've got me. I'm still here. I'll never leave you," Jake said. Trixie gulped.

"I know it," she said, "But pretty soon, you're gonna move, or something, and then I'll be alone again." She looked up at Jake and he, lightly, kissed her.

AN: Okay, Chapter 2 is up. Poor Trixie. If you're wondering, Trixie and Jake aren't "officially" a couple. They consider themselves "affectionate friends." Well, as you can plainly see, it's not going to bee that way for long. Haley and Spud...creepy. But, every story must have its creepy parts. Review please. Oh yeah, I take any challenge you can throw at me. HAHAHAHA!