Loud House: New World Crisis

by Lord-Zer0

AU to 'Not a Loud', 9 years into the future, Lincoln and Lucy try to find their way back home to their family after the world changing events of an advanced scientific terrorist organization 'HD' separates the two Louds. – Rated M for adult content (First fic to be posted, PM for honest critique)

8. Chapter 7

[What's this a new update! Yes I live and things have been crazy with the coronavirus here on my end let me tell you, almost everything has been shut down but on the plus side, now I've got more time to write, on a serious note, to everyone who has enjoyed this, thank you for your patients, this may not have been my year to start posting on FF]

[Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Loud House' or anything really if I did I'd tell you, probably]

Posted 4/1/20

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-Chapter 7-

"So Kara what brings you by, how's the fam, how's Connie?" Lincoln asks in rapid fire.

Taking a minute to compose herself and after registering what the achromatic haired man had just said, she chuckled, "First, I wanted to see how you guys were settling in, second, fine thanks and last, thank you for that, everybody's been talking about that." She ends with a smile.

Lincoln returns the smile with his own, "Well always a pleasure to satisfy a happy customer by embarrassing little brats."

"Seriously, thank you, you have no idea. Word spreads like wild fire in this town and I heard that you two were gonna be around a few months."

Lincoln and Lucy looked to each other, 'I only told him like an hour ago'. Lincoln thought to himself.

"And how is it that you came across this nugget of information, my inquisitive blonde friend."

"Okay who says 'inquisitive' and I was reverse-stalking you, *"That's not a thing"* oh yes it is, *"and how's that"* I was trying to go to places you might be before you showed up but then it turned into regular stalking so I thought to myself, why not just invite them to hang out, maybe bring 'em over for dinner and talk about what else you saw in the dead-zone."

Lincoln stopped her and spoke, "Wait what was that you said?" He asked.

"Talking about the dead-zone?"

"No before that."

"Hanging out?"

"No. In. The. Middle." He said with a bit of frustration.

"Oh you meant 'bringing you over for dinner', *"Uh yeah that"* oh you know, the folks knew you're here to stay and wanted to know if you wanted to come by tomorrow and 'break bread' and 'bury the hatchet' about Conner."

"Oh well…" He looks to Lucy who shrugs before Kara spoke again.

"It's totally cool, you don't have to come over right now, just think it over, we'll have awesome food, VCR, DVD and tons of juicy gossip."

She's stopped when Lincoln holds up a hand, "Shut your mouth, you had me at food." Lincoln ends with a grin.

"Sweet but heads up Karen wants to know if you can beat her and Clark in arm-wrestling."

"Kara, Kara, when you made the sale, stop selling, we're in."

Kara takes a moment to look at Lucy, "Wow you don't even need to talk about it do you?" She asks as Lucy speaks up.

"Not with us no." Then Lincoln picks up the conversation.

"If you want to come with, me and Luce still need to pick up a few things around town while there's still daylight."

"Sure and Lucy, there's this cute little salon, maybe we can get a touch up together, listen to stylists complain about their marital life and feel super awkward in a sort of girl bonding experience."

Before Lucy could comment Lincoln spoke for her.

"Yeah I don't think that's Lucy's scene." It was there that Lucy frowned slightly.

"Actually, I'd like to go."

"Yeah so she– Wait What?" He does a double take and just stares at Lucy, "For real?"

Lucy looks at him with a stone-faced glare, "I would like to hear what Kara and this town has to offer, is that so wrong?"

He deadpans, "I don't even know you anymore, where's MY Lucy?" He asks in mock surprise as Lucy just huffs.

"SHE'S going to the salon with her new friend." She walks out with her chest puffed out.

"Oh I see how it is, if I so much as mention a haircut, I get the cold shoulder but when she does it, you're all buddy-buddy, I guess it'll just be me and Salem." He says that as Lucy gestures for the cat to come to her and so the black cat hops into Lucy's shadow, "Traitor! I fed and played with you, so what you're just gonna leave me to get everything myself?" He asks.

"Sigh, perhaps you could use the time to yourself."

"And why may I ask, can't I go with you lot?"

"Because you have things to get, remember and you wouldn't really belong there anyway."

"Why, because I have a penis?" He jokes as he hears snickering coming from Kara.

This was way better than re-watching the dozens of soap operas on tape for the 100th time, Kara was enjoying their back and forth very much, then Lucy began dragging her away."

"Farewell Lincoln I shall return before dark." She says as Kara interjects.

"Yeah, probably for the best."

-Lincoln-

In less than an hour Lincoln had already done everything he was supposed to do.

Went to the hardware store and got a heater and a mini-fridge, went to the market and other than looking over his shoulder as he often did, he found the experience a bit boring. He heard a lot of talk and from it all he could break down some of what went into the town.

The Kents along with a few other families manage farms. Two handle produce but never grow the same thing as each other, the other two handle livestock, milk and dairy. It was a delicate balance but the town had everything they needed without needing outside help and until a few months ago they did on occasion have a few things brought in, one of the benefits of being so close to the border.

Lincoln carried the groceries, the heater and fridge, some additional cooking-ware all by himself no problem, nobody seemed to stare or point it out and he made his trip back in peace and set up the room.

Lincoln thought back to after his meeting with the butcher.

~XxX Flashback XxX~

Lincoln was in front of the counter to the butcher's shop or meat market, he had been annoyed by the heavy set man, Lincoln had caught the man trying to skimp out on him and had the nerve to charge full price. The tailor did warn him that the butcher tries that on most drifters that come around.

Lincoln also noticed the man had bruises on his knuckles and cheeks, 'Alright is there something going on in this town or what?' He asks himself remembering a good chunk of guys had similar bruises on their hands and face.

His thoughts were quickly dashed as the man sent him on his way with a slight glare and wishing him a good day.

The white haired mutant walked out of the meat market with bags, grumbling to himself, 'That penny pinching fat tub of lar-' Lincoln fails to complete that thought when he raised an arm and deflects a big red ball heading for his face, popping his elbow upwards to ricochet the ball into the air and carefully caught it with his foot.

Curious, Lincoln thought this thing looked familiar when a voice grabbed his attention.

"Sorry mister!" Lincoln turned and narrowed his eyes in an effort to remember, it was the boy from the other day, the one playing in the street that caused a car to crash. "Can I have my ball back?"

"Uh, sure kid." Lincoln looks around and sees not many people are around, "Tell me, how old are you and who's watching you, kid?"

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." He said worried and eyeing his ball still on Lincoln's foot.

"Yeah and I bet you're not supposed to play in the street but hey I'm just a stranger, what do I know." The kid blushed at that, taking a closer look the boy had short dark hair, fair skin, red shirt, brown shorts and couldn't look much older than 8, 'He really shouldn't be alone.' Lincoln thinks it over for a second and shrugs his shoulders, 'Eh, not my kid.'

Lincoln was about to walk away when he remembered he had the boy's ball, he quickly kicks it up with his foot and calls out to the boy, "Catch!"

The boy indeed catches his ball, "Thanks mister!"

"It's Lincoln by the way." He calls out to the boy.

"Thank you Lincoln." Hearing this, he smiles and turns to leave but looks back to see that the kid was gone.

'Huh.' Lincoln shrugs and goes on his way, 'Wish I caught his name but I guess it's not important now.'

~XxX End Flashback XxX~

Back in the motel, Lincoln was thinking if he got everything the three of them would need for the week.

Lincoln knows how to keep his fridge stocked, everything was at a surprisingly good price for what he wanted to make for dinner.

Time for a Lynn Loud sr inspired dinner; Date night special: Lincoln Loud Park edition.

For Salem: A lightly salted, pan seared steak.

For Lincoln and Lucy: Theirs were smothered with garlic and onions, topped with parmesan and fresh herbs because they're not animals (no offense Salem).

(Lucy's was charred slightly for obvious reasons and Lincoln's was medium well.)

Steamed carrots and broccoli, a nice loaf of bread that Lincoln intends to slice and grill then top with garlic and cheese, this was going to be an excellent dinner for the three.

For dessert: Fresh fruit (diced apple and pears coted in lemon juice to prevent browning and drying out all mixed with cranberries) topped with whipped cream, made from heavy cream.

Lincoln could picture it now and got right to work.

-Lucy-

The trip to the salon wasn't as awkward as Kara promised not that it bugged Lucy, she was just happy to spend time with someone and have some space from Lincoln.

~XxX Flashback XxX~

In the salon, Lucy was getting her hair trimmed; Her bangs finally given a straight cut but still covered her eyes, the ends of her long locks slightly shortened and neatly clipped.

She watched Kara's hair being washed as the stylists attending to them were in the midst of conversation.

One was older, blonde and working on Kara, Diane, the younger, brunette one with Lucy was named Mary.

"I'm telling you Mary, Kevin's into you." Diane was telling her co-worker.

"That's what you said about Lance, Marcus and Eric but ~surprise~ they were all into Amy, just like I said."

"Okay so those idiots don't know what they're missing, you're smart, cute, stylish and-"

"Flat as a board." Mary finishes, "They're not missing much when Amy looks like a cross between Scarlett Johansson and Christina Hendricks, I mean have you seen her chest." Mary complains.

"I try not to, what with you both young enough to be my kids, but I see your point." Diane concedes.

"Ugh, I'm gonna die alone."

"Oh don't say that, sweetie." Diane tries to make her case just as Lucy speaks up.

"Well, it's likely to happen." Lucy says softly as both women jump slightly at the sound of her voice.

Diane tries to defend her friend when Lucy continues.

"Statistically speaking, everyone WILL die alone, the odds of your life ending with a loved one beside you are astronomically out of your favor."

Mary stares on at Lucy while Diane sputters, "Well, I mean, but, uhh…"

Lucy goes on, "And it doesn't matter how big your chest is or if you have movie star looks, time will take it all away, a larger chest hurts your back and they will sag, looks will fade and take time to maintain the older you get, and unless you and your significant other die horrifically together there is no guarantee you'll have someone accompany you into the afterlife.

So yes we will all die alone, you, me and this Amy girl, so we at least have that in common." Lucy concludes as Kara stares wide eyed and Diane scooches away slowly from her but Mary looks onward.

"… Sigh, I apologize if my words have upse-" Lucy is silenced when Mary hugs her.

"Thank you." Mary silently gives Lucy her gratitude.

~XxX Flashback end XxX~

It was unusual that Lucy would willingly enjoy the company of someone else but after finding out she and Lincoln would be in this small town for a few months at least it felt right to attempt at making a good impression.

Maybe it was cheating but with her powers Lucy knew how to read the mood in a sense.

She knew Kara was just a curious woman who wanted hang out, something she hasn't had in a while with 'normal' people, not since she was back home in Royal Woods.

In between her cat, her former brother turned boyfriend, Lucy doesn't do much socializing and the way Kara seemed, straightforward in an attempt at befriending the two was just what Lucy needed, after all even she needs a break from the darkness and wants to feel 'normal'.

Lucy and Kara were currently walking around town and talked as Kara showed her around and introduced Lucy to the lovely people of Smallville.

Kara was a talker, asked a bunch of questions and Lucy only gave minimal answers not a lot of synergy between the two but Kara didn't voice a complaint.

Some questions included the standard stuff; age (17), favorite color (spooky), favorite season (fall), favorite movies (Edward Scissorhands, The crow or any horror movie) and favorite food (Blood pudding and anything Lincoln makes).

Lucy got to ask a few questions of her own.

Lucy learned that Kara just turned 18, is out of school and gave a few hints that she might be looking to explore the dead-zone, though Lucy didn't say anything, she would not say it was a good idea.

She also learned that the Kents have a large assortment of movies and shows on tape and disk, some of Kara's favorites include an old soap opera that Karen complains about and won't admit that she loves it too, it's called 'DR. Love MD' and it practically reeked old soap opera clichés. A hot young doctor falls off a boat and wakes up from a coma three years later when his fiancé married his evil twin who took his identity as he tries to fix his life and find love elsewhere with the student he mentored and is like 8 years younger than him before learning she has a terminal illness and meets her evil twin.

It almost got Lucy's interest. It reminded her of when she and Lincoln (12 and 15) were scavenging an old apartment building and in one they found an old DVD set of Spanish soap operas, it was entertaining to watch for a couple days even though neither could speak the language, only something weird happened.

A few days in and Lincoln was translating for her, sure he had a thing with Ronnie Anne and visited her and Bobby's family sometimes but that hardly meant he knew more than a few phrases but there he was speaking a language he couldn't make heads or tails of, almost fluently, mind you.

It came in real handy whenever they'd run into Spanish speaking communities, something similar happened when Lincoln met that French gir- 'No! Snap out of it!'

Now she needed to put that out of her mind, Kara was asking another question when something caught Lucy's eye, a pharmacy.

The two had stopped in front of the store when Kara asked what Lucy was doing.

"I need to get some things from here." Lucy stated as if it were an obvious fact.

"What things do you need?"

"Things." Lucy said both ominously and as vaguely as possible.

Kara just rolled her eyes, "Female things?" She asked using air quotes.

Lucy paused for a moment, "Sure."

Lucy was quick about her business, 'Tonight.' She thought as she places a few boxes of condoms on the counter while Kara blushes up a storm.

'Just how many times do they plan to go at it, will that last them a while, how loud do they get, how freaky are they?' Kara asks herself as fast as she could think, 'No, just mind your own business Kara!'

She shakes her head after so many thoughts race through her mind and as Lucy approaches she tries to act casual and fails as she eyes the bag in Lucy's possession.

-Lincoln-

Lincoln was making dinner when suddenly he remembered what he had forgotten from the store, nothing major but he was in the middle of cooking so he gave it some thought and decided to try something he doesn't normally practice.

Lincoln stepped away from his station for a moment and concentrated, with a grunt, a wispy white aura erupted from around his body and flowed next to him. That aura condensed into a body duplicate of himself, complete with the clothes he was wearing.

The white aura surrounding both bodies faded and there stood two Lincolns. During the tail-end of his edge lord phase, Lincoln encountered a man who could duplicate himself with little effort, his last mistake was harassing Lucy. They were mentally linked and shared memories and information.

A flaw in the man's power was splitting concentration and physical ability depending on the number of doppelgangers, for Lincoln he has to split stamina, some are not as strong and some cannot use all of the powers Lincoln has, the guy could produce dozens of body-doubles while Lincoln can currently make 3 in one sitting, 4 if he really pushes himself.

He hasn't really trained this power due to how taxing it was when he got it, they're not hive-minded and Lincoln doesn't gain memories until he reabsorbs them and he even gains back lost stamina, if they are destroyed, he gets nothing (what was the point of training it back in his edge lord phase).

The real reason he doesn't use this power often is because like most of his powers, Lincoln is ashamed of how he got them.

How he handled that guy was pretty bad, like most opponents Lincoln has fought, that multiplier was killed too. He really didn't deserve to die, all he really did was make lewd and sexual remarks at Lucy, what got Lincoln to fight him was grabbing her ass, Lucy was 14 and the guy looked at least 18 to Lincoln.

Lincoln was pretty sure he was going to let the guy live after drinking his blood (cause he was a blood thirsty edge-lord), it was when the multiplier and his replicas unloaded a storm of bullets onto Lincoln that sealed his fate, Lucy was not happy with Lincoln.

Lincoln snaps out of it and looks to his duplicate.

He quickly tells his body-double what he needs and sends him off as Lincoln gets back to cooking.

~X~

Clone Lincoln had made his way through town after picking up the ingredient Lincoln had missed.

The trip was made in silence as he thought to himself, 'Man, this is still trippy, was I born today or am I just an extension of the real Lincoln, what happens when I disappear, I know HE gets my memories but will HE even feel me disappear?' these were typical feelings any Lincoln doppelganger had when they were free to do whatever.

The replica had heard people moving and looked behind him to see a few soldiers in grey jumpsuits, helmets and black flak jackets/body armor, these were Slade's men.

Were they going somewhere important Lincoln wondered, 'Eh, not my business.'

He went back to walking but couldn't shake the feeling that their eyes were on him.

The clone turned back and saw the group turn away.

Clone Lincoln stares on for a hot second before asking, "Is there something I can help you with?"

As he stared on he took notice of two men and one woman, neither of the guys would speak up until the woman lets out a sigh, "You're actin' like a couple of babies." She looks onto Lincoln, "Are you Lincoln Park?" She had an accent Lincoln sort of recognizes, kind of like Luna's.

He lets out a snort as he stifled a chuckle, "~Why yes, yes I am~." He says holding in his giggles, "Is there something the matter?"

"Yes, you and your… friend came into town through the barricade correct?" The woman asks.

Lincoln nods, "That we did, yes."

"The thing is last night patrol had sent scouts back through it wonderin' if any BOW's were followin' you or if IT came back." Lincoln raised an eyebrow waiting for some enlightenment, "We didn't have a name for 'em until you drifters from deeper in the dead-zone told us locals call 'em deathclaws."

Clone Lincoln eyes widen behind his cloned shades, "Oh, what about them?" He tried to play dumb.

She continues, "Some months back, there was an incident the next town over, they got overrun by a pack of em and the one leadin' was a big ugly green one." Lincoln kept nodding.

"We were on it but six of em at once pretty much tore through most of the people runnin' from em. Those deathclaws had a bunch of BOW's following after em, real nasty class ones.

We could take care of class ones no problem, but we could only get 1 of em deathclaws, then the big green one goes berserk. We lost the chief then Slade had to take over, if it weren't for them Kents, we'd have been done for."

Lincoln speaks up, "What happened exactly and what does this have to do with me?" A fair question that the woman doesn't answer right away.

"So Slade was takin' the big one on himself while everyone else was holdin' off the others, I mean the guy was just hackin' and slashin' away at it, he even got it in the eye."

'Well that explains a few things.' Lincoln thought to himself.

"Anyway, some more of our own get killed and two more gang up on the lieutenant and that's when the Kent boys came in and one of the girls, the taller one with a giant rack, so they just came and wreck shop, so we had room to breathe but no one could really pin down em deathclaws but after the jolly green giant took a swipe at that little shit Conner, his big bro punched the thing so goddamn hard it just rockets back into Colorado.

I mean he punched the shit out of it, mah ears were ringing for hours with that shockwave, hehe, sent his ass back to last week was what farm boy did.

With their boss gone, the others just hightailed it out of here, with em gone we had everyone who could drive, line up cars while the Kents and some other volunteers stack em on top, wide enough to not have to worry about them sneakin' in when we least expect it, a couple of weeks later we got a long ass wire fence shipped in from outside the wall then here we are."

Lincoln was about to say something when she spoke up again.

"So imagine our surprise when our scouts pulled in about an hour ago tellin' us those same five deathclaws that poked around every now and again were all dead."

Before she went on, one of the boys by her side voiced, "So we figured two new mutants and their pet might have something to do with it."

"Shut it Francis!" The woman spoke out with a commanding tone. She turns back to address Lincoln.

"So anyway, the lieutenant didn't ask cause we figured you'd be dead if you saw em but now we gotta know, was it you two?"

Lincoln saw no point in denying it so he just nods, "Yeah it was us."

The three were not expecting a straight answer so quickly and just looked to each other before Francis spoke up in an aggressive tone, "Why didn't you tell the lieutenant! We were worried it could've been something bigger tha-"

"Enough!" The last guy shouted, shutting Francis up, he turns to Lincoln and began, "Please understand, we were concerned that there may be a reason to prepare for an EVAC in case something would cause a need for panic."

Lincoln nods, "Understandable."

"Also, I'd like to express my thanks and ask if you would please come with us, so we may inform the lieutenant of this development, he probably has more questions for the two of you but considering we have you now, we can get this cleared up sooner than later."

"Oh well, I kinda have something going on right now, if we could reschedule-"

Francis interrupted, "And where do you think you're going?" He demanded.

Lincoln gives him a bored look, "Uh this new place called none of your business!" Lincoln snaps at him.

Francis tries to step up to him as Lincoln narrows his eyes and even behind his shades Francis feels something crawl up his spine and twitches a bit.

Just as he is about to open his mouth Francis is stopped by the other guy, "Are you serious right now?"

"He's asking for it!"

"Goddamn it Frankie, this is exactly why Slade told us to babysit sit you."

"Babysit? Motherfucker's right here doing-" He's interrupted by the woman.

"Absolutely nothin'. Slade already gave him the okay, you really wanna be pullin' this shit after you just got off probation?"

Francis was about to say something when he stops and just walks off, the other man walks after him (probably to make sure ~Frankie~ doesn't do anything stupid).

The woman turns back to Lincoln and sighs, "Look, when you get a chance, come down by the station that's where you'll find us, we'll tell Slade what you told us, but he'll be wantin' to hear it from your own mouth."

Lincoln nods and she walks off, Lincoln would ask for her name but after dealing with militia as much as he did, names and faces sort of blend, if he doesn't think he'll see you again he won't bother asking for your name, at least not when you're a 'faceless drone' in Lincoln's words.

Besides it's not like they introduced themselves, why should he care, better question, why does he care right now?

He's staring off at them before they turn the corner.

The clone of Lincoln let's go of the issue and decides to let it be real Lincoln's problem.

-Lucy and Kara-

Things were a bit awkward between Lucy and Kara, neither have said a word to one another since coming from the pharmacy.

The two had passed by a woman and her crying baby, Lucy had stopped and went to her, The woman looked tired, and the baby kept wailing, after getting the woman's attention, Lucy had engaged her in light conversation maybe she asked a question but before the woman answered her baby calmed down and she had brightened up.

After they were finished Lucy had walked back to Kara leaving the mother and her child happier than they've felt in a long time.

Lucy and Kara wordlessly wondered into a less crowded area.

Kara occasionally snuck glances at the bag full of condoms Lucy was holding onto and her cheeks grew a pink tinge as she pictured Lincoln and Lucy going at it.

She catches herself drifting and pulls herself back from her fantasies as the two walked by an empty park.

Lucy finds an unused bench and takes a seat, leaving space for Kara as she sat.

The two just look forward, Lucy wore an expressionless gaze and Kara was trying not to picture the two new drifters having hot, steamy, bed-rocking, wall-thumping sex, but she does and her face grows an even deeper shade of red.

A voice snaps Kara out of her daze.

"Have I made you uncomfortable Kara?" Lucy asked knowing what may be going on in Kara's head.

"Yeah, yeah, totally… I mean NO! No you didn't." Kara tried and failed to respond in a normal tone.

Lucy believing that for all of 0 seconds, "I owe you an apology-" She's stopped.

"No you don't because you have nothing to apologize for!" Kara says in one breath, desperately trying to take her attention elsewhere.

"Sigh, I can feel your emotions, I know you are very curious, self-conscious and worst of all you have this misplaced sense of shame looming over you. Had I known my purchase of contraceptives would put you in this state of turmoil, I would have been more discreet about my business." Lucy said in a comforting tone.

"… I mean, I get it, you two don't do anything differently than any other couple, heck my sister had boyfriends and they were not shy about what they did, so I guess it's good to know that you two, being together are practicing safe sex if you're doing it regularly."

"… Right… regularly… sigh." Lucy let's out an exhausted sigh and Kara catches that.

"I… uh, did I say something wrong?" She asks thinking she may have stepped on a land mine of sorts.

"Sigh, it's nothing." By her tone, Kara can guess Lucy wants to talk about it, maybe.

"C'mon Luce, it's just us girls here, you can talk to me, I mean you don't know me that well and being in a small town word gets around fast but if it does that means I told someone which I won't! You have my word." Kara awkwardly said, trying to comfort Lucy but had some worry in her words.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you. Lincoln and I haven't exactly had… relations… yet." 'Why am I telling her this?'

"Oh well it's not that uncommon for couples to wait until they're ready… especially if they've been dating for… for… how long have you two been toge-"

"A little over a year." Lucy said a little too excitedly.

"Oh, uh, how long have you two known each other?"

"Sigh… all my life." She said a bit somberly, 'Stop! She'll find out!'

"Well… okay, I mean if you're not ready, I don't see a reason to force it-" Kara is cut off.

"I want to, I really, really want to, but something keeps stopping me." 'You don't need to tell her this.'

"What's wrong?" Kara, very curious as to why this couple can't do what couples do.

"… Years ago, unfortunate events transpired and we haven't been the same since and now that we're together it's starting to come between us." 'Why am I talking about this, I haven't even known her more than a day, so why?'

"What happened?" Kara sked with worry forming at the pit of her stomach.

"… I don't want to talk about it." Lucy had her monotonous voice back and Kara decided to leave it at that.

"Alright, well maybe that's not a bad thing, I mean you guys don't have to… cross that bridge now, no one's forcing you to do anything."

"But that's just it, I want to and I know Lincoln suffers for it too." Lucy says with worry in her voice.

Curious as to what she means Kara asks.

"He has incredible stamina, he's been with other women before me and I know he can last a long time." Kara's face had gone red again with her words, "But now that he hasn't been with anyone, the pressure is building up," she pauses, "And I know I am to blame for a lot of it."

"Oh come on, you can't blame your-"

"I've been tempting him with bouts of eroticism, lewd behavior and brief glimpses of nudity in hopes of enticing him to take me but I back out of it because I'm too scared to ask for sex." Lucy just blurts it out.

Kara to her credit did not voice her outlandish thoughts but she was total picturing Lucy trying to seduce Lincoln and for some reason picturing Lucy in sexy vampire costume.

This really was a lot to take in for Kara, usually she has to listen to Karen's sexual exploits and begrudgingly find interest in her stories.

Kara simply wasn't used to being a 'counselor' for someone she barely knows.

Lucy found the experience both freeing and amusing, to get this weight off her chest and watching Kara's reaction but the feelings rolling off of Kara were a little much at the moment.

"I don't mean to put this on you Kara but I haven't had anyone to talk to about this in well… ever, sigh." Lucy admits dejectedly.

Kara wasn't listening, she was just off, lost in her imagination. Lucy had snapped her fingers in Kara's face but she hadn't come out of it.

"Kara, Kara… sigh," 'Perhaps th-' Her thoughts are cutoff by Kara snapping out of her daze.

"Ahh, Iwasn'tthinkingaboutyoutwotogether, *Cough* I'm listening." She hollered with a gasp.

Lucy just stares blankly then smiles, "It seems some of are less experienced with matters of the opposite sex than others." Lucy teased.

Kara took this with offence.

"Oh like you've done anything with your boyfriend, I thought you two couldn't get it on." She said with a huff.

Lucy smirked, "I implied we haven't had intercourse, I never said we haven't done anything together." Lucy ended with a smug grin that grew when Kara's cheeks brightened as her eyes gained a glazed look.

"Ha Ha." Lucy gave a dry chuckle as Kara looked over to her and giggles alongside her new friend.

-The Lincolns-

Real Lincoln and his doppelganger had finished making dinner as the clone retold of his encounter with Slade's men.

"… And that's what happened, boss." The clone finished.

The real Lincoln had been listening intently to his doppelganger and took a moment to think about what to do.

*Sigh* "I should go to Slade now and make sure shit doesn't come my way. Alright thanks man, you're done here."

With that the clone closed his eyes as a pale white light overtook his form and turned into a wispy aura once more and flowed back into Lincoln, Lincoln took a moment to relive the experience, but why have his clone tell him what happened if he could just see the events unfold, easy he needs to know what he's looking for when trying to remember what his clones do, it's easy for memories to get jumbled up with a mass of knowledge coming back in not that this was much to begin with but it was a habit Lincoln refuses to break.

Lincoln made another clone and told him to finish with the food and wait for Lucy to get in.

With a nod Lincoln's new body double went right to work.

Lincoln made his way to the door and took a breath, "Let's hope it won't take too long."

"See ya boss!" The clone called out as Lincoln walked out the door."

-XxX-

Out in the open in front of the sheriff's station stood a crowd.

Slade was surrounded by his own men, about 15 in total, no one seems to have body armor or helmets, just their jumpsuits and by the looks of it a mix of men and women, not that it mattered.

It's a standoff as one guy yells and charged in with three others.

Slade saw it coming and turned to them.

The first guy of the Special Forces tries to throw a punch which Slade deflects and kicks his hip making him stagger back.

Slade punches him in the face and it looks to be enough to knock him out. Slade hits hard and they know this.

2 more SF officers try to get him in a pincer attack but Slade sweeps the leg, one falls to it while the other had enough sense to hop over it and try to catch him with a flying punch while Slade's back was turned.

Though he did not see the man, Slade knew what was happening and ducked, dodging the punch aimed for his head.

Slade quickly saw the guy of the group of four charge at him with a haymaker, but Slade hooked his arm with the guy's and swung over his back and hooked his legs around the officer's free arm, then Slade flipped them both over with him on top and his opponent face down,

The third guy who tried to attack Slade from behind earlier tried to give him a roundhouse but Slade caught it and gave his ankle a twist with enough force to spin the guy and flip him onto the ground.

A group of 7 came after Slade and he responded to each accordingly.

One tried to tackle Slade only for him to turn and evade letting the next guy run up to him.

Before the guy could do anything, Slade gave him a quick jab to the throat and gave him a roundhouse.

While in the motion of his roundhouse Slade quickly turned and gave an uppercut to another SF officer.

From behind Slade felt someone finally grab onto his free arm and tug on it, he immediately flipped and twisted himself onto his assailant and locked him into a flying arm bar, ending with Slade slamming the poor guy onto the hard ground.

Slade got up and saw the remaining four charge at him and as he was about to move, the one who failed to tackle him had Slade in a full-nelson, immobilizing him, if only for a moment.

Slade leaned back hurled the SF officer at the group but only managed to get one, good enough.

The 3 charged at Slade with one in front and the other 2 going at him from both sides.

The one in front threw a straight punch but Slade leapt to the guy and planted a palm on his face, causing him to fall over and while they were falling, Slade extended his legs in perfect splits and kicked the remaining two SF officers in their chests and slammed the one within his grasp to the ground with a loud thud.

All that remained of the SF's were 4 officers.

The four looked to each other and one by one they charged Slade who was working up a sweat, he was getting too old for these acrobatics.

The first officer tried a running punch but was rewarded with a kick to the hip as he stumbled back.

The second officer came the others place and threw a flurry of punches all of which were deflected by Slade as he pivoted with his foot, turned his body and caught officer number two's gut with a vicious elbow and then pivoted his foot again to throw a punch with all the force added by the turn to send officer two to the ground.

Officer three tried a drop kick but was grabbed by the ankle and thrown onto the ground as Slade stomped on his chest.

Officer one came back to give a punch to the back of the head but Slade dropped to the ground and swept the legs but as Slade got back up something caught him from behind again and sent him to the dirt.

He looked back and saw officer four kneeling and figured that she must've done a drop kick like number three failed to do.

Slade got up and charged number four but number one caught his leg and almost tripped him up.

Number three got back up and numbers one, three and four surrounded Slade with 'one' behind him and 'three' and 'four' in front.

They all paused for a brief moment and then he struck.

Slade gave a straight kick to number four in front and without looking backfisted number one behind him as he parried a punch from number three, Slade gave a left cross to number four sending her down to the ground.

Slade moved his head when number three tried to give him a cross to the face and countered with an uppercut to the chin sending number three down and finished number one behind him with a turning roundhouse.

Making sure everyone was down, Slade let out a haggard breath, "That was… alright… compared to last time but you could all do better." Slade said as everyone was either groaning from mild pains or trying to catch their breath.

Slade takes a few minutes to point out the individual flaws in every officer's approach and options.

The most disappointing part of this practice exercise was seeing everyone pretty much do the same thing; charge at Slade head on.

After sending his people back to their stations he spots someone walking his way and turns to see Lincoln.

"Ahh, Mr. Park, thank you for coming, follow me." Slade instructed Lincoln as he was led into the lieutenant's office, the same one.

~X~

Within Slade's office, the two are seated as Slade himself spoke.

"I'd like to take a moment to thank you for what you and Ms. Graves did for us but I have to ask, why didn't you say anything about it."

"It didn't seem relative when I came here the first time, you didn't ask, I didn't tell." Lincoln responded.

Lieutenant Wilson pauses and thinks.

Lincoln seeing this decides to look around and spots Slade's katana again. He takes in the design, the kind of thing Lincoln loved in his otaku phase before the walls came up.

When he was younger, Lincoln imagined and pretended he'd wield one (either magically enchanted or possessed because why not). Six years behind the walls have dulled that sense of wonder in otaku culture. With his powers, Lincoln could and has constructed weapons of various shapes and for a number of purposes.

He's done it so many times, the simple katana has practically lost its charm but there was still something about seeing a real one that held Lincoln's attention.

Lincoln is snapped out of it by the sound of Slade's voice, "I see you're admiring my Soultaker. A real beauty that one, it's one of a kind and has a real history."

"I guess." Lincoln shrugs as Slade huffs.

"~I guess~," Slade mocks, "I'll have you know it wasn't easy to come by and it has served me well." He states as Lincoln perks up.

"So I've heard." Slade raises an eyebrow.

"And what did you hear?" He asks Lincoln.

"What happened before you had that gate and stack of cars walling you off. That you took on a deat- uh, a B.O.W with that thing and left your mark." Lincoln ends with a smirk.

"Damn right." Slade said with a smirk of his own.

"Where did you get it anyway?" Lincoln asked finally letting his interest show.

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. Now that would be telling, all I can say is it was forged by a master Japanese swordsmith in the 14th century and made its way into my hands." He ended with a narrowed eye.

"… I see."

"But enough about that, I heard you had a little run in with three of my own and one wasn't very polite with his request, for that I apologize but now that you're here I need you to tell me what happened and please… leave nothing out."

~X~

Lincoln had told Slade of his encounter with the pack of deathclaws.

Slade wondered if they'd seen any other B.O.W's with them, Lincoln answered no as he hypothesized the pack must've eaten them all.

All seemed to be right with their meeting, then Slade asked a question.

"If I had asked you and Ms. Graves to accompany my men on a hunt, would you accept?"

"I don't think Lucy would be up for it but other than that, it depends what we're going after and how's the pay?" Lincoln gave his answer with a smile.

"Well I don't think we can really pay you and considering how much you got on hand I think paying you would be unnecessarily redundant. *"Oh think again"*

… But we could negotiate a few favors here and there to accommodate the two of you."

"That's fair, so when's this hypothetical job?" Lincoln asks.

"In three days. Up north we've had activity and it's looking like some class 2's may be migrating, the thing is they don't move on their own from what we've seen, something's moving them.

I don't have the numbers to split our forces and I'm not too keen on asking the locals.

What happened back then was an emergency and I'm not having farm hands kill themselves over this but drifters who've had experience with this sort of thing might be what I'm looking for." Slade finishes.

Lincoln thinks for a moment, "Yeah, okay, I think we can make this work and I think I have a favor in return."

Slade nods as the two begin talking.

-XxX-

Back in the motel room Lincoln had finished making dinner when he heard a knock at the door and opened it to see Lucy and Kara.

Lincoln takes to look over Lucy, missing what she was holding behind her back.

Clean straight cut bangs and a nice trim but her eyes are still covered. Lincoln looks to Kara who's hair seems shinier then when they last met.

"Wow, Luce, you look great, did you do something with your hair." He snickers as he hears Kara give a pity chuckle.

Lucy gives a small smile and a look that Lincoln recognizes as her rolling her eyes.

"Thanks for noticing." Lucy pecks Lincoln's cheek as Salem hopped out of her shadow and onto Lincoln's shoulder.

"And hello to you too Salem, *"meowr"* yeah, yeah I got food ready, get off my back."

Kara felt it was a good time to take her leave and so she spoke up.

"Well it's been fun Luce, but the suns going down, I gotta get going." Then Lincoln asked her a question.

"Wait so is someone picking you up or…" He ends in lull.

"No, I'm leaving the same way I came."

"Which is?" Lincoln asks.

"I flew in." As she said that Lincoln remembered the passing shadow and seeing it more than once.

"Oh right you're the flyer, how did I space on that, pretty cool though."

"Yeah, it's pretty neat-" Everyone paused as the door opened again, Lucy and Salem were alerted as Kara jumped back but Lincoln suddenly remembered what was going on.

"Alright I'm ba-" The real Lincoln paused as he saw what He stepped into, "Crap, I knew I forgot something." He normally 'inspects' rooms and contents before entering a room, he would have found Kara that way but it was his place so why bother looking he thought.

He looks to Kara who was having a brain meltdown, "Anyway I can convince you, you're dreaming?"

Kara's eyes wide with shock had a hundred questions racing through her head, she took in a deep breath but before she could speak, Lucy's hand covered her mouth.

"Sorry, but please take a moment to collect your thoughts before you say anything." Lucy told Kara before giving Lincoln a hard glare.

"Hehe, woops hehe, I uh like what you did with your hair-" He is interrupted by his duplicate.

"Yeah don't even try it buddy." The clone said while softly shaking his head.

Lincoln was steamed at his clone, "Dude, whose side are you on?"

"Lucy's." The clone responded as Lucy huffed with a smirk then glared at Lincoln.

"This isn't exactly keeping a low profile Lincoln." Lucy said with a monotonously stern voice.

"Well excuse me, I didn't know you'd be back so soon, I was gone maybe half an hour tops, I thought girls took forever to get their hair did." Lincoln said as Lucy spoke up.

"Sigh, it matters not, Kara has questions and I'm assuming our usual answer will not be enough."

Kara voices out, "No, no it won't, so what am I seeing, because right now I'm seeing two Lincolns, are you both Lincoln, is one of you a clone, are both of you clones, are there more of you, what else can you do, what kind of power is this, I've never met anyone who could do this." He questions just kept coming and coming.

-XxX-

With the clone absorbed back into Lincoln, he needed to find an explanation that would satisfy Kara.

Lincoln planned to stall but as soon as he opened his mouth questions just poured out of Kara.

He had told her he'd only answer one question seeing as she had somewhere to be.

"What are your powers exactly?" Kara knew what to ask knowing there was more to it than 'it's complicated'.

Lincoln looked to Lucy who only shrugged.

"Uh, I don't know exactly-" Kara stops him.

"Oh bullshit, you're strong enough to put Conner on his knees, you absorbed Karen's solar beam or whatever and apparently you can make more of you, what else is there?" Kara half asks half demands.

Lincoln shares a look with Lucy, "Honestly, I really don't know. Why are you giving me the third degree anyway, that's none of your business?" He tries to defend himself.

"I'm not asking a lot, *"You kind of are"* I just want to know, what it is. You know my powers… sort of." She whispered that last part, Lincoln heard, "It's only fair, c'mon be a pal?"

"Look, I can do a lot, I can't tell you everything but I do have a weird power."

"Yeah I got that part, I'm not dumb, and I know some can get more than one but when I saw you take Karen's attack I thought you were like her, now I don't know."

Lincoln was silent, years ago having more than one power set was rare but feasible, having more than one power set from different classes were unheard of.

He's had multiple run-ins with people who wanted to – A; dissect him, B; control him or C; breed him.

That's not to mention the endless questions and recognition of rumors that still follow him.

Giving away information to just anybody would be considered strategic suicide.

For the most part he tries not to reveal the full extent of his abilities but using his powers has become more of a reflex than anything, it's like breathing; natural and sometimes unaware of it. He's had to practice his individual skill to gain better control or strengthen them so using random powers where ever he goes has been a common occurrence.

He hasn't had the need to make excuses for his different powers for a while and currently it's becoming a hassle, he and Lucy are old enough to steer clear from danger and strong enough to handle anything that comes their way.

Really making an excuse for this particular moment seemed unnecessary but he still couldn't take the chance that word would find its way to people he doesn't want it to.

Take a chance with part of the truth he thought, the less she knew the better in his opinion.

"I… can copy powers." Not a lie but still far from the truth.

Kara paused and seemed to nod to herself, "Okay, that wasn't so hard and I guess I get it, I may have been a bit… pushy, *"You think"* alright I may have been invasive and you may have your reasons for hiding it… *cough* and I owe you an apology, totally understand if you changed your mind about dinner at my place."

Lucy looks to Lincoln and gives her a look as they both nod, "We'd still like to-"

"Cool, cool!" Kara blurts as she goes on, "I'll see you both there at 5pm, see ya then!" She rushes to the door leaving no more room for talk.

As Kara makes it out the door, she hovers off the ground and flies off in the direction of her home.

As the Louds watch her go Lincoln let's out a sigh in relief and then they go back inside to have their own dinner.

-Kara-

As the young adult makes her way home via flight a thought occurs.

"Wait!" She shouted to herself.

'If he can copy powers, that would explain why he was a match for Conner and could eat Karen's solar ray thing but wouldn't that be temporary and who did he get self-printing powers from?

Was he lying to me?' She thought as the farm came into view, questions for another time, 'I'll find out more tomorrow.' Kara concludes.

-XxX-

Dinner was extravagant as Lucy would put it.

Her charred steak was perfection and she was content or would be if not for her aching back.

The down side of owning large assets; the constant back pain. Thankfully she had something or someone who could make the hurt go away.

'Now for phase 1.' Lucy thought.

"~Oh Lincoln!~" She calls to him in soothing voice as her lips curve upward.

"Yes Lucy." He answers.

"I am in need of your magic hands, the pain has returned."

Lincoln raises a brow and grins, "Alright Luce, you know the drill, assume the position."

Lucy approached a bed and began removing her clothes until all that remained were crimson lacy underwear, her sexy underwear. They hugged her form and left little to the imagination, her curvy, voluptuous figure was enough to drive most men and women wild but to see her standing in such beautiful, lacy fabric made Lincoln happy that he was the only one who gets to see this part of his girl.

-XxX-

"Mmmmmmm. Oooooh." The room was filled with the throaty moans of Lucy as Lincoln straddled her, groping her back.

"Mmm lower." Lucy commands.

Lincoln's hands traveled Lucy's curvaceous body, they glide down to the small of her back just as he begins to heat up his hands (to loosen knots, undo clots and increase blood flow) and let them go to town on her.

The ravenette moaned even louder before burying her head into the bed to muffle the sounds which were still audible. Lincoln laughed softly and just kept going.

Lucy was griping the sheets before she felt the tension in her back ease and started breathing normally, she was about to tell Lincoln to stop before a thought popped into her head and remembered what she was after.

She thought back to her recent 'purchase' and knew it was time. Lucy knew the best way to put Lincoln in the mood.

'But first.'

Lucy looked to Salem who was just chilling on the free bed and then she looked to her owner… uh friend… food giver (?) and received a message of sorts. Salem sunk into her own shadow, taking the sheets with her and moved through the crack of the door to the bathroom, somehow knowing not to come back for some time, how Lucy conveyed that to the cat with emotions remains a mystery but Lucy figured she should get Salem out before she started.

While her face was buried in the sheets, Lucy decided to put her impromptu plan into motion. As Lincoln was working on her mid back, the ivory skinned empath began emitting some kind of feeling, one that sped her heart beat and hitched her breath. Lincoln narrowed his golden eyes as some form of haze clouded his thoughts for a brief moment and he noticed his hands reaching over to the ends of his lover's waist.

Slowly, those traitorous hands of his inched their way upward as they continued massaging her sides. His breathing became harder and harder as he felt a familiar grinding sensation on his crotch, Lincoln looked to see the luscious, round, firm ass he's admired for so long, groove in between his legs.

He could see a fierce shade of pink erupt onto his lover's back, neck and face.

'So that's your game, Luce, okay, two can play that game.' Lincoln mused to himself as he moved his hands to the clip of Lucy's brassier and undid them like a pro. He used to have problems with this but practice has given him the dexterity needed for such a simple task that has plagued men of inexperience.

As he unhooked Lucy's bra her blush had gotten deeper and with that her grinding had become more ferocious, going from a slow and enticing form of foreplay to dry-humping and Lincoln was ready to return her affectionate challenge as his hands returned to her waist.

'Oh you're in for it now, Luce!' And now Lincoln has stepped up to the plate.

XxX{Lemon}XxX

Quick, shield your eyes

What had started as just a massage has now turned into a 'Répondez s'il vous plait' from Lucy and Lincoln won't hesitate to accept her invitation. Lincoln's warming hands caressed her waist and pulled her onto her knees, she kept her face down and buried as to hide her smile.

Lucy's toes curled to the tender touch of Lincoln whose warm hands have made their way to her backside. Her grip on the sheets tightens in anticipation.

Lincoln had her cheeks in his hands and knew exactly how to work them. He fondled her butt, gripping and spreading her cheeks apart as he saw her thighs squirm in elation.

*Gasp* Lucy's breath stopped for an instant.

Lincoln's thumb had prodded the 'wrong hole', he didn't dig any further but let his thumb trail its way to the wet spot over her womanhood. Now Lucy's face was burning red as she felt her dear Lincoln peel back her lacy crimson red panties with a glistening string of her juices sticking to her underwear, only breaking when Lincoln pulled the lacy fabric down to her knees.

"Damn Luce, I didn't know you wanted it this bad. Just look at how wet you are but don't worry, I'll take care of you real soon." Lincoln told her with such a smug tone.

Lucy didn't want to respond, she didn't want him to see her smile in excitement and just when she thought it couldn't get any wider, her face almost broke when she felt his lips kiss her lower lips.

Lincoln had given Lucy's cunt a peck coupled with his tongue giving a quick dart in between her folds and then retreating causing her to quietly shriek.

'Not so fun when you're the one getting teased is it.' Thought Lincoln as he left a trail of kisses all around Lucy's rear and felt her wiggle her butt, waiting for something else, something more.

'Oh that's no way to get me to do what you want Luce.' He grabs her butt and holds it still.

"Eeeek!" Came the muffled shout of Lucy when she felt a hard slap to her butt before Lincoln gives her another, "Uhhnnn!" Lucy moans along the sound of her ever-reddening cheeks being struck.

The meaty sounds of plump flesh being smacked around were resonating with Lucy yelping and moaning while trying to bury her head even deeper into the bed not wanting to give Lincoln the satisfaction of knowing he was driving her insane. As fun as this forceful play was, she wanted him to focus where she needed him to; her drooling, wet pussy, dripping at this point, her juices running down her thighs as a wet spot appeared on the bed. She really didn't want to say it out loud but she wanted Lincoln to eat her like a goddam monster, to fuck her with his tongue and ravish her like a he was supposed to do with his woman.

Lincoln went back to kissing Lucy's red butt, giving it soothing, heated kisses where a handprint was when suddenly a force pushed his face over her soaked twat as she pushed her ass into his face, grabbing her own cheeks and spreading them for him. The message was clear; 'EAT ME'.

"Okay, I get it, Luce, could've just told me, asking works too y'know." He whispers as he aligned himself with her and was just about ready to dive into that pool.

Lucy felt she couldn't wait any longer and was about to smash her rear into Lincoln's face again to get the ball rolling but was caught off guard when she felt his face bury into her ass, she couldn't suppress her groans and wailed as Lincoln's lips met with her own folds, was giving it deep kisses and sucked on her. A deep howl escaped Lucy and she heard AND felt Lincoln chuckle with his mouth full of her and then that wonderful feeling intensified when she sensed his tongue running along her lips.

Lucy bravely tried to endure and stifle a deep moan but she had to lift her head and let it out, "Ahh!" And there it was, she broke and with that, she felt Lincoln's mouth form a smug grin as his hand reached out under her stomach and made contact with her clit, 'Yes!' that's when Lincoln shifted gears.

His tongue retreated back into his mouth and before Lucy could object she threw her head back when his tongue pierced the folds of her pussy and swirled along the walls of her flesh. Lincoln was good at this, it came with the practice, giving a nice French kiss to Lucy's lower mouth was how he could get her to be more… honest and talkative.

"Ahh, More! MORE DAMMIT!" Lucy damn near screamed as she rocked her butt into his face and forced his head farther into her, his nose was poking her anus as his tongue reached even deeper, her rocking didn't slow his progress one bit, it made him more eager to finish her off.

"Harder! HARDER!" Lucy demanded from Lincoln. Lincoln's experience was never more apparent to her when he did as she commanded and Lucy felt a familiar feeling build up, her eyes watered and rolled back, she gritted her teeth but her mouth was leaking drool, the thing that sent her off the edge was when Lincoln grabbed her arms and pulled them to him, arching her back and forced her up as she sunk onto his mouth, his hot, burning mouth, "UhhhAAAAH! LINCOLN!"

The walls of Lucy's vag tightened around Lincoln's tongue as she yelled up to the ceiling, "Yes, yes… YES!" Juices poured down Lincoln's tongue and into his mouth, even with the fluids of her sex flowing through his mouth, Lincoln continued to wiggle his tongue, further stimulating Lucy well beyond her climax.

Lucy rode out her orgasm with liquids running down both ends of her body as her eyes rolled as far as they could, when she finally came down from her post-climax high, Lincoln pulled his mouth out of Lucy, she relaxed and fell to her side, twitching and muttering to herself.

Lincoln wore a proud smirk seeing Lucy a disoriented mess of a woman who herself had on a crooked smile telling Lincoln he's already fucked her silly with just his tongue.

A wicked thought came to the silver-haired mutant, 'The night's still young Lucy and we're far from done.'

Lincoln turned her over to her back and pulled her panties off of her legs and tossed them to a corner, he leaned over to her and pulled off her unhooked bra and ditched them too.

Taking a moment to admire the body of his raven-haired, ivory-skinned, buxom beauty, he gazed at her from top to bottom. Her frazzled dark hair with one exposed glowing, neon-blue eye, her smooth face still contorted with joy and mild exhaustion with her heavy breathing. Her full lips, dull-pink in color and slightly parted with a grin.

Her freed, big, round, perky, milky-white, twin orbs with two tiny pink rosebuds for nipples. As much as he tries not to stare, Lincoln can't help but feel enthralled whenever he sees them bare and presented for him.

Something that catches his attention from her voluptuous figure is a scar over the right side of her abdominals. A bullet scar, a deep one at that, Lincoln's hand caresses the skin around the scar as he plants several kisses all over her stomach, even getting the scar. Lincoln rubs her bone-white thighs as he continues to kiss and admire Lucy's body.

His eyes travel downward in between her legs with a small patch of dark hair, the quirk of a small patch of darkness above her milky-white legs currently spread for Lincoln as her face still carried a dazed look but quickly found herself snapping out of it.

Lucy's vision had cleared enough to see Lincoln kissing on her and still clothed, 'Well let's change that.' She sat up alerting Lincoln to her consciousness, as he looked back to her, Lucy pushed him back-down onto the bed as she straddled him.

As Lucy leaned closer, feeling her hot breath on him, Lincoln pushed forward and captured her lips, Lucy unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off of him all the while he was playing with her body. One hand groping her butt as the other fondled a boob.

"Ahh!" Lucy pulled away shrieking as she felt Lincoln's fingers pinching her nips. As she pulled away, Lucy couldn't help but gaze at her lover's bare upper body. Defined muscles, solidly toned abs, she was used to feeling his arms, and in reality sometimes they were comparable to bricks, so hard, and his abs were no different. In contrast to her own curvy body that had little muscle but was in no way unhealthy, Lincoln's body had very minimal fat if any while his muscular frame wasn't overly bulky or was a mountain of muscle, it was dense, sculpted out of marble and lightly coated in caramel.

Lucy had to take it all in, he had a larger frame then say; a swimmer's body and more compact than a weightlifter's, Lucy needed to get closer.

Her hands ran over Lincoln's abs, 'So hard.' She couldn't help but gain a healthy blush, there've been plenty of times when she's imagined herself to be bound by this body, being held down and assaulted with his lips, caressed and toyed with, her body was heating up again as her lower mouth shivered. She had a mighty need again, so soon.

Lincoln was receiving the emotions she was emanating and knew she was ready to go again.

"Oh someone's ready for more." He said as Lucy looked away but not denying it, "But I think it's time for you to return the favor, don't you think, Lucy." Lincoln told her with his eyes narrowed in a playful manner.

Lucy rolled her eyes while holding a slight smile, she knew he didn't have to ask, she was looking forward to this part. She had Lincoln lean back as she crawled to his pecs, lathering his upper body with kisses from her full, pink lips while rubbing his sternum with one hand as it traveled down, down, down to his abs. Lucy looked into her lover's face as her mouth caught a nipple as her hand felt up his rock hard muscles, she pulled her face from his chest and traveled down landing soft pecks on Lincoln's abs. Six fully formed abs with an outline of two lower abs near the crotch (never skip leg day) as her hands undid the button to his pants.

Not wanting to put in the extra effort, Lucy had used her TK powers to pull off Lincoln's pants, socks and briefs.

'Okay, if she wants to take the fun out it, then fine.' Lincoln grumbled his thoughts.

Lucy chuckled a little, feeling his disappointment but stopped after seeing his erection. It wasn't the first time she's seen it and far from the only one but there was something about Lincoln's that always left her speechless. Right now, Lincoln was standing at full mass, Lucy wasn't an expert in sizes but knew Lincoln was big, not as long as some of the male adult actors from Luna's and Luan's internet histories and according to the magazines Lynn hides (and didn't think Lucy knew about), those men stood around 12-14 inches, Lincoln wasn't THAT huge, thank goodness, Lucy doesn't want to think how something like that could fit in her.

If she had to take a guess, Lucy would say Lincoln's phallus stood at 9 maybe 10 inches and from what she heard Luna say to Luan; was THE perfect size for any woman.

Lucy can't say for certain if it was the size that leaves her breathless, it could be part of it but she really doesn't know, to her it just perfect, a nice healthy color from what Lucy had to compare and research on her own, slightly curved up and oh so thick, unable to wrap a hand around his length, Lucy just loves his dick.

As she took hold of it in one hand she could feel his pulsing heartbeat and with every twitch, the tip of Lincoln's erection trickled a bit of his clear fluid. Lucy's breath became more uneven when said fluid made contact with her hand and burned slightly, she paused as her grip weakened, she was still, lost in her own world when the smell made its way to her nose.

Her lips parted and her breathing got harder and harder until Lincoln's voice snapped her out of it.

"Sooo, you gonna get to work any time soon? I know it's been a while and yes it's pretty damn intimidating, but it's nothing you haven't seen before, Luce." Lincoln joked, patting himself on the back.

"It hasn't been that long." Lucy mutters to herself, it's been a couple of months since the two had any sexual contact with one another. In between traveling to the border, the problem with their last attempt and their lack of contraceptives on hand, there really wasn't a good time to relieve any tension but Lucy knows it's been harder on Lincoln.

He's had actual experience, has desires that could be felt and has been very patient with Lucy, settling for her hands and mouth, he's not only had to hold back while gently easing Lucy into this adult world but she could feel his pent up urges creeping up on him all the while Lucy keeps teasing him, but now, NOW Lucy can finally give him what he needs. Release.

Lucy leans over and her face mere inches away from Lincoln's leaking tool, 'Let's see how long you last.'

She gently blows on the tip, watching him twitch as more precum seeps onto her hand, lubing the both of them. Lucy decides to torture Lincoln by slowly pumping his dick while making eye contact, his face had a mix of anguish, submission and hated for Lucy right now, that look told her all she needed to know, She's in charge. Lucy picked up the pace as Lincoln oozed more of his juice in and on her hand; coating his length and burning her.

"Well, someone's eager. I really want to pay you back for your teasing but out of the kindness of my cold heart, tell me what it is you desire and it shall be done, my love. Tell me, ask me, beg me and you shall find release." She says with a small smile as she gives Lincoln the slowest handjob he's ever had, painfully slow, he keeps leaking but there is no eruption.

"Lucy…" He paused with a shudder, "Just get on with it!" He snaps at her, trying not to lose himself and not wanting to give in to her.

"That almost sounded like a command and I could've sworn you just said 'I've had enough for tonight, you can stop now Lucy', is that what you want?" She asked as she stopped her hand altogether.

"NO! I- uh, *sigh*, please Lucy give me release." He said in a low voice and Lucy wants to hear him say it with more enthusiasm, she could feel herself heating up as her womanhood dripped with anticipation.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" She asked before she moved her hand again, making Lincoln squirm just to her liking, "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to use your mouth, please get me off." He said in a more desperate, gasping tone as his grip on the bed sheets tightened, he was probably tearing them but neither cared for it now.

'That's all I needed to hear, now for your prize, my dear heart.' Lucy smirked as she pushed back her hair behind her neck.

Lucy leaned forward with her tongue out and gave Lincoln's shaft a nice, long, wet lick from the base to the tip as more precum flooded. A slight salty and bitter taste, perfect for her gothic pallet and a flavor she learned to enjoy. Lucy gave long licks over all the sides followed by smaller shorter licks at the tip, she didn't forget to pump her hand up and down with a firmer grip and a quickened pace.

Lincoln's breath was getting harder and harder to Lucy's joy, she decided to end it quicker.

She halted her hand's movement and hovered over his dick, Lucy gave his tip a kiss and then she parted those lips of hers and slid his cock in her mouth, the sheer girth of Lincoln filled her mouth almost instantly and she wasn't even halfway down.

Lincoln clenched his eyes, he was about to explode but held off, he wanted to at least enjoy Lucy's blowjob, so much he may have 'accidentally' ;) forgotten to give her a warning.

Lucy bobbed her head, sucking on his dick like it was her favorite treat, which it kind of was; taste wasn't bad and making Lincoln squirm from her touch makes her want to do this for him often. She could feel his shaft twitch and topped herself by jerking him with one hand and fondling his balls with the other, rolling them in her hand and giving a nice squeeze.

"Ughhhh!" This put Lincoln over the edge, his hips pushed up, shoving more of his dick into Lucy's mouth as a geyser of his seed flooded her cheeks. Her eyes widened as continuous gushes of semen rushed into her mouth but this wasn't her first time. She swallowed as much as she could in one gulp as she kept pumping his shaft not wanting to give up, she bobbed faster and sucked harder as one more wave of cum burst forth, her mouth filling quicker than she could swallow and Lucy begrudgingly pulled herself from his length as his hot seed splashed onto her face and boobs.

The heat made her jump at first but realizing she still had cum in her mouth made her tilt her head back and swallow in a few small gulps. Lucy panted, having to do that so fast made her heart jump and that large volume that Lincoln let out was definitely more than normal, 'I haven't felt that much come out since the first time.' She thought as she noticed a rapidly cooling liquid making its way down her belly, there was still semen left on her body, Lucy thought for a moment and made a move.

With her TK powers, Lucy lifted every drop of Lincoln's seed from her face, chest and stomach, and guided it to her mouth like a milky river. she drank it all making a show of it for her love. Lucy licked her lips as her eyes traveled to Lincoln and widened in surprise when she saw he was still hard as a rock. Sure it usually took him less than a minute to come back for more but he hadn't even gone down. Fucking super stamina, he wasn't even winded or visibly exhausted in any way, if anything he was more relaxed after having that first round taken care of, a warm up if you will.

Lucy knew she had her work cut out for her, one massage and a little push with her powers were the spark that set the forest ablaze and the fire needed to be put out fast.

Not wanting to play games anymore, Lucy got onto the floor by the bed and sat on her knees as Lincoln sat on the edge in front of Lucy, then she parted his legs and went back down of his dick.

She kept a good pace but not being able to get the entire thing in her mouth made her question how some other girls were able to (because she was the creep who watched). Lucy bobbed as fast as she could but that only tired her out after a minute, she pulled of his tip with a loud, *POP* as she straightened herself up and leaned her large chest over his phallus. She swished her mouth around as liquid could be heard moving about.

Lucy opened her mouth and let her drool glide onto his shaft and her boobs, then she pressed her warm pillows on Lincoln's length from both sides and slowly moved her chest up and down.

Lincoln could only describe the sensation as heavenly. she's done this before, many times even, but he could never get over it, the warm, snug-not-tight feeling, fluffy and springy like a marshmallow smothering his penis.

Lucy continues to put pressure on her boobs and moves faster. As she moved an idea sparked and in between her motions she leaned over and gave the tip a kiss, then a lick and took it into her mouth and let go with a mighty *POP* Lucy could feel it, it wouldn't be long now.

In truth she could've just moved on to the main event but seeing him not even making an effort to recover from his first release, she knew it's been a while and a quick first release was to be expected and she did not mind getting him off a second time, she just wanted her work to show merit.

Using her boobs and mouth was exhausting, she needed to lift herself off of him and left out a breath, she panted but then she heard Lincoln chuckling; as if he was laughing at her, this made her double her efforts and went back to work.

As much as Lucy wanted to do this for him, her loins were burning something fierce, an itch that needed scratching.

As if sensing her thoughts, Lincoln lifted himself away from Lucy and pulled her up, he lifted her like she weighed less than a feather and in a quick maneuver he laid himself on the bed with his junk in her face and her crotch hovering over his; most commonly referred to the 69 position.

Lucy took a moment to assess what had happened and had found this placement to her liking, she happily went back to attending Lincoln's burning erection as she felt fingers spreading her walls.

Lincoln was exploring Lucy's core, sliding in a pair of fingers while feeling her shudder and squirm, he casually hooks a free arm around her thigh to grabs her butt, keeping her in place. He pulls out his fingers and slips in his tongue, doing what he had done before.

Lucy pauses, Lincoln was working his magic and wasn't letting up, she could barely keep herself together long enough to have a rational thought it was that intense, 'Two can play that game, how about this.' Lucy thought as she smothered his dick with her boobs again and moved, she feels him pause and smirks, while pumping his length she leans over and pops he tip in her mouth and swirls her tongue.

She feels him twitching and knows he's close.

Lincoln refuses to be outdone, he spreads her butt and with a thumb, pokes at her backdoor, Lucy instantly clenches and yelps, that left her open, Lincoln chills his mouth, darts his freezing tongue past her folds as far as it can go and moves about.

Lucy rocks back and forth while letting out whine through her clenched teeth. Lincoln teasing and prodding her asshole was not something she prepared for, nor can't stop herself from moving around and the shock from his cold tongue had pushed her far.

Lincoln heated his tongue again flicked it around Lucy's walls.

"Uhnn!" Lucy moans happily as she feels a bigger climax building up and does what she can on Lincoln, without much thought she shoves her mouth over his burning erection, as far as she can go, about half way down and bobs her head as fast as she can.

"Guh!" Lincoln let out a low growl as he was about to burst in Lucy's mouth again. In response he rears his hand back and gives her round butt a fierce smack, Lucy moaned on his cock but refused to let go.

With his free hand Lincoln pulled on her clit sending Lucy into a frenzy, her lower body shook, swayed and rocked all over as a clear liquid sprayed into Lincoln's open mouth, her back arched as she sat up. A throaty growl made its way passed her gritted teeth as her eyes rolled as far back as they could as she slightly blacked out.

On instinct or maybe consciously while in her euphoric high, Lucy kept jerking Lincoln's hard on until she felt a very hot sensation gush on her chest. As she came to, Lucy realized she hadn't let go of Lincoln's penis and looked back to see him breathing hard, Lucy enjoying the vindicating sense of accomplishment only to feel his erection spring back up even harder and hotter than before.

She was dumbfounded until the rapidly chilling ooze that was her lover's seed covering her had snapped her out of her bleary thoughts and knew it was time to stop stalling. With her TK powers she scooped up the remainder of Lincoln's seed off of her and slurped it up just like before. She sat lain back on the bed and with a smile and a hand gesture that said 'come here' she was all set.

Lincoln crawled over on top of Lucy, leaned over and kissed her neck, gave a little nip and heard her shriek in the tickling impact of his lips before her eyes widen.

"Wait!" She called out, with her powers she pulled out a box of condoms making Lincoln's eyes harden then widen as he asked her a very important question.

"Are you sure?" Of course he's been waiting to do this too but he knew there were some 'hang ups' right now.

Lucy nods, "I NEED this, no more waiting." She said with confidence and Lincoln could feel it too.

Lincoln takes the box and carefully slips on a rubber.

Lucy watches with enthusiasm but her thighs clamped together. Lincoln was ready and looked down on her legs, he pulled them up by the knees to her chest and spread them apart, Lucy couldn't look him in the eyes and turned her face but a hand tilted it back to look at Lincoln.

He captured Lucy's lips with his own as their bodies pressed together, Lucy closed her eyes and thought of Lincoln… but then she heard a giggle, a horrible voice she recognized.

Her eyes snapped open and on top of her wasn't Lincoln it was a man who looked nothing like her love, he had dark hair, cold lifeless eyes that held no warmth in them, his chest covered in tattoos but worst of all she could feel his member pressing against her walls about to penetrate her again.

Lucy screamed and pushed him off and crawled away.

The man stood and began walking towards her as she raised a hand and her neon-blue eyes gleamed with hatred, the intruder tried to resist and stood his ground but was sent flying into a wall as he let out a painful wheeze.

Suddenly Lucy could hear a different sound made by the voice she recognized as Lincoln's, she blinked and the intruder she had restrained turned into Lincoln.

With her eyes wide with guilt and shock, she released him. As he fell back onto the bed on his knees, Lincoln took a moment to regain his breathing.

XxX{Lemon Over}XxX

Mission failed, we'll get 'em next time

Lincoln stood up and walked off of the bed and saw Lucy.

Tears spilling from her eyes as she quietly wept. Any irritation or pain he may have felt disappeared the moment her saw her vulnerable and clearly shaken.

He reached over to her before she pulled but, soundlessly mouthing, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry' over and over again.

It pained Lincoln more so to see Lucy like this, he made his way to her as she backed herself into a corner and tried to push him away with her TK but her hand was snatched by Lincoln's own and pulled into a warm and placating embrace.

She tried to push him off and then resist but found herself hiccupping, gasping and bawling over his shoulder.

-XxX-

Lincoln and Lucy are both facing each other on opposing bedsides, moderately decent in their underwear as Lucy was petting a purring Salem on her lap.

Lincoln stares on in sympathy while Lucy would rather look elsewhere than his gaze, his warm, inviting, understanding and accepting eyes.

She knows he won't judge but can't bring herself to begin.

He starts, "We don't have to talk about this if you don't want to but you know I'll listen whenever you need me right?" He asks as she finally looks at him.

"Sigh, I know, it's one of the best things about you and I love you for that. I just don't know what came over me, *"I think you do"* … yes, but I thought I was ready, I really wanted to be ready but the reality is I'm broken and there is no fixing me."

This struck something inside of Lincoln, "Please don't say that, Luce." He spoke in more of a whisper.

"But it's true, I'm… damaged goods." She says as a tear rolls down her face.

"No you're not!" He snaps, startling her, "You are not Damaged Goods, you're you, you're hurting and you're healing but it takes time."

"I'm your girlfriend Lincoln, but I can't even make love to you like one's supposed to. Good girlfriends let themselves be vulnerable and express their feelings without restraint but I choke every time I want to feel your skin on mine, I can't even ask for a kiss when I want them.

I can't even ask for sex without using alternate methods and even then I need to make you feel what I want so you can make the moves." She pauses as Lincoln picks up.

"I don't care about that, we don't need to go all the way."

"But I want to, I care about that. You deserve everything after all you've been through." She says in a low tone.

He thinks to himself, 'God, when did the roles reverse, not a whole day and I need to reassure her but that is my duty after all.' "… Walk me through it, what happened."

Finally Lucy looks up into his eyes and inhales, "I heard her… Selene. And then I saw HIM on top of me when it was supposed to be you."

Lincoln's eyes had briefly flashed with anger when she mentioned that name, Selene. The assumed woman in charge of the 'hellfire club' that Lincoln and Lucy were held captive for a short time.

"Lucy, what you're feeling is normal, it's to be expected, no one in your position is supposed to bounce back without some lingering trauma. W- you were… raped, and that's not your fault, none of this is."

Lucy takes a moment think, "But so were you, and even worse, you had to endure it for so long… unlike me." Lincoln turns for a moment, *"…yes"* Lucy looks back to him, "You got it even worse, they hurt you and when you tried to fight back, they…" She couldn't finish as she instead looked to his left arm, his regrown arm.

For Lucy the most traumatic experience while in captivity wasn't the act of rape; that lasted but a moment or even just a few seconds. It was the build up to everything before that moment that engraved the events of that day in her mind.

/

When Lucy was horribly 'dumped' by that bastard ex of hers, she woke up to the sounds of moaning and flesh slapping against flesh.

Lucy had been handcuffed to a pipe in some dark room when across from her were five silhouettes.

Going by shape, one male and the rest female as one was riding the young man without control or care for anyone around as she left out a string of profanity that let anyone know they were giving their partner the ride of their life.

The woman she heard was Selene, she was wearing dark leather bondage getup and humping a man with her back facing Lucy.

As Lucy could not see the man covered by Selene she just assumed it was another member.

From the sounds it seemed Selene got a few good loads out of the man before she let up, barely being able to get up without limping or wobbling while fluids just poured out of her.

Lucy had heard, 'We found a good one ladies, just keep him nice and calm, I haven't had a good lay like that in long time, you three can go in a bit, I swear the kid must've dumped a gallon in me but he still hard as steel, we found a nice pet didn't we.' She had a bit of an English accent unlike Luna's cockney-esque British accent.

As Selene let out a giggle that continues to haunt Lucy, she flipped on the switch and after adjusting to the light, Lucy saw it was her brother those women were forcing themselves on, but he didn't look like he was aware of anything; borderline unconscious.

His genitals looked red, from excessive chaffing and repeated usage. He simply looked out of it, over the course of days Lucy and Lincoln would learn the powers of all four.

Selene, middle-aged and long, dark wavy hair had the ability to drain someone of power and will; pulling visible energy from her victim, the next three looked like one another, all young, had blonde hair but each of varying lengths; one long, one short and one neck-length.

In terms of powers each were of the esper class, one was telekinetic, one gave telepathic commands and one wielded psionic energy, that they used to make constructs (this one Lincoln and Lucy both hated the most).

It was creepy how well they resembled each other and talked in near robotic-synchrony like the Stepford wives in a sense.

Shocked by what she had seen, Lucy couldn't get words out as Selene approached, swaying hips and thighs that glistened with her brothers seed and sweat while Selene constantly scooped some in her latex gloved hand and lapped it up.

Lucy doesn't quite remember what she had told her but all she knows is that she couldn't take her eyes off of her brother being used and played with, the three look-a-likes playfully fighting with one another to see who got a trip to pound-town. It was sickening to Lucy, a then 13 year old watching her brother being preyed upon by these women if they could even be called that.

In between each having a turn on Lincoln and Selene draining the two of power, stamina and the will to go one then proceed to beat Lincoln with whips or really anything they could make to degrade him. In those days, more people came, a few women and a couple of men, each ready to join in the action, watching is what Lucy had endured for almost two days.

One day she had noticed the light in Lincoln's eyes return as one of the Stepfords were riding him like no tomorrow and then he smashed his head on her face, breaking her nose and forcing blood to rush out.

The other three did not like this and began a full day of 'play' in Selene's words as they found… inventive ways to torture Lincoln, including nailing him with stakes, repeatedly stabbing him with psionic blades to test the limits of his healing until he was full of holes and… sawing off his arm with a rusty blade.

Lucy had a front row seat to that and then it happened.

They brought in a man and let him loose at Lucy, after a vicious beating, she was stripped and held down by those women as Lincoln was forced to witness her purity stolen in such a violent manner.

In the moment blood rushed from between her legs, Lucy screamed for Lincoln and saw something beautifully heinous. A white shimmering beam of energy burst from his eyes and disintegrated the man into nothing but a puddle ash.

This caught everyone's attention and before anyone could react, Lincoln turned his gaze at each of them killing the Stepfords one by one and subsequently moving onto everyone else. When Selene tried to drain Lincoln, one look from him blasted a hole in her gut and she fell to the floor dead or so they thought. As they would learn in the future she somehow survived and is still out there.

/

But back to the matter at hand, Lucy and Lincoln hadn't said anything, just basking in the ever growing darkness of what seems to be night rolling in.

Then Lucy speaks in a whisper, "How did you get over it?"

Lincoln looks to her, "What?"

"How did you get past it all?" She asks with a forced shout.

"… I didn't… I don't think I ever did." Was his answer.

"B-but, I-I've seen you go and do stuff at those places." Lincoln raised a brow, "Those bordellos…" She leaves it on a lull.

"You can just call it a whorehouse, Luce, you don't need to be polite about it, and YES I went to those kinds of places before."

"That's just what I mean, how did you get past it all to do that?" She asked desperate for an answer.

Lincoln's eyes looked away for a moment before locking eyes with Lucy's, "Lucy, what I'm about to tell you may seem a little pessimistic for me but hear me out." With a nod from her, Lincoln proceeds, "I don't think there is such a thing as getting over trauma… not really. It's the scars that define us, the ones we can see and the ones we can't.

Nothing short of amnesia can ever take away the hurt inside of us all, they… shape us, motivate us, make us hesitate and serve a purpose.

I think trauma is supposed to help us become more of who we are meant to be by taking a little more of who we were. Pain does one of two things; it can make us more fragile and prone to weakness, or it can make us stronger over time. But it's up to each of us to determine how pain affects us, whether we'll succumb to it or if we'll learn from it, use it, make it worth surviving through."

Lucy took a moment to let it sink in then asked another question, "Then how did you work up the nerve to visit a brothel so soon after… your… demise?" There was a pause, it had been after his death and 'change in perspective' that Lincoln first visited that kind of establishment.

"… For the longest time, was scared about the whole thing, I was a growing man and even I had those urges but every time I, *cough*, tried to take care of it myself, I froze, I remembered and felt so disgusted with myself that I stopped in my tracks.

Then one day I saw you and I figured we were still here, we were still alive and no one was going to take pity on us just because we're scared, I remembered thinking, I still have her to think about and I thought, 'how can I be there for her when I'm so scared of my own thoughts.'

It took longer than I'm going to tell you but I booked a room and bought a girl for the night. You wouldn't think it but the moment she touched me, I freaked out." He paused and Lucy leaned in, "She was older, maybe late twenties, brunette, I really don't know much else about her but she was very patient and told me she knew what was going on. She had seen it so many times in her experience dealing with the other girls, apparently she was a working girl long before all this started, *"Please tell me you had protection"* well DUH! The point is she was patient and walked me through it but let me know that we all go at it at our own pace and I had to walk through that door with my own two legs.

We didn't do it that night," Lucy tilted her head in curiosity that almost begged the question 'when', "Over the week we met up, she showed me ways to pleasure a woman, I think I got pretty good at it, *"I'll say"* Heh, anyway as much as I want to say she helped me all the way through it, I really couldn't do… It with her, I didn't want to rely on her and I needed to do this on my own. I was wounded, I needed to heal and recover the rest of the way by myself."

Lucy leaned forward for more, "And how did you recover?" She knew the answer but wanted to hear it from him.

"I couldn't be afraid to be me and so I pushed on, it was with a younger girl, blonde, I think she was 15 at the time, it wasn't her first time but she told me I made her feel like it was, which was kind of a confidence booster let me tell you." Lincoln told with a smirk, bragging about his big dick as Lucy rolled her eyes. "Anyway, it wasn't long before I tried again with a different girl… and then another and another and another after that, *"Is there a break between here and the point"* let me finish, every now and again, I sort of remember what happened with them, sometimes I hear their laughter, I might see them for a second or even dream about them, the point is: There is no getting past trauma, there's just moving on with your life and going at it at your own pace."

Lucy thought to herself, "But what if we never-" She didn't get to finish, she didn't even realize he made his way to her and took her lips into his own. She melted into his warm, soft lips and as he pulled away, she tried to lean back into another only for his voice to reach her.

"Then it doesn't matter, there is more to life than sex and I think we can manage just fine like this. Make no mistake Lucy, what those animals did to us was not our fault, not yours, not mine and not even HD, they were screwed up on their own and we got out of it. We survived them and we'll survive this, don't think on it anymore.

It's okay to hurt, Luce, to know we were broken but now we're putting ourselves back together and we'll be better for it. Night Lucy." With that he pecked her forehead and climbed into his bed.

Lucy laid in her own with her feline companion and sighed, 'It may be alright with you but NOT me, we will find a solution to this Lincoln this I swear. You will be rewarded for your hard work and patience, I will make sure of it.'

She drifted into sleep while Lincoln was awake, just thinking, waiting and planning for their remaining time in Smallville.

END

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[So while I had the time to re-read what I wrote I went back and edited a few chapters, nothing major, just took out a few things that didn't belong or wouldn't matter. I'm currently writing the next chapter while re-writing the outlines to future plots now that I'm making this into a full on crossover]

[Sorry for the fake out lemon, but for anyone who cares (to which I hope some of you do) there will be real lemons in the future and with characters other than Lincoln and Lucy to that I promise, other than that I'm hoping to move the plot forward so I can get to the Loud Family next]

[Also thinking about posting a few different opening chapters to my other fanfics to get some views and reviews, currently debating weather or not to post the smut, PWP or my legit serious stories]