Lucy and Mac get themselves into an awkward situation. Look for Mac's iconic line. ;)

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As they walked up the path a few days later to the lake Mac thought once again about how there was always something different about her every time she came to visit, she was changing rapidly. One year she had short crimson colored hair and the next it was long and natural, her glasses were gone now and she wore contact lenses. This year she had both long dark hair and pink streaks and she wore it well. Her body had changed, he couldn't help but notice that, and the way she dressed was different, she wore dresses and skirts sometimes now.

Mac didn't have a lot of time to spend with her like he usually did every summer, he worked a lot for Walter and he still turned wrenches at the garage. But somehow they still made time to fish a few times a week. He was gone most nights now, but when he wasn't he was still with her as usual. By now his friends and girlfriends knew if Lucy was in town, it was understood that she was getting most of his attention when he wasn't working and more than a few people questioned him why.

People said he was fucking her, he knew that, his friends were jerk offs though and he ignored their bullshit. He just wanted to be with her, that was all. When he was with her he forgot who he was and he was happy.

"How does it feel to be eighteen," She said and he shrugged as they walked down the street, "You're a man now."

"And you're almost a woman," He teased and she swatted at him with her hand, "A few more years Luce."

"Fuck off Mac, cant you ever say something nice to me?", She scolded, "Just once, something nice."

"Well, where's the fun in that?" He grinned at her.

"One nice thing Mac or I'm going back home."

He stopped in the middle of the street and turned her towards him.

"You're the prettiest girl I have ever seen." He said dead serious, "Carina." Beautiful.

"And you're a bad liar," She laughed.

He wasn't lying.

That day she asked again about his work and he wouldn't tell her much, his mother didn't know either when Lucy asked her the night before. She had asked his friends, the girls around town knew nothing; everyone was tight-lipped and she planned to hunt down Walter as soon as she could and ask him too. He would know whatever shady shit Mac was up to. Hell, he was probably at the helm of all of it.

Mac had never kept a big secret like this from her before, it was unnerving to her, uncomfortable. To Lucy that meant one thing, he was up to no good, dealing and cooking drugs most likely, because there wasn't much else a person could do in this town. Carolina had told her that it was Walter's operation and if that was true, Lucy knew Mac would be knee deep in all of it.

She would find out if it was the last thing she did, Lucy could be tenacious when she wanted to be, a fact that Mac was well aware of.

The sun was high and hot as they walked towards the lake to fish, they had done it a hundred times probably, it was one of the things she couldn't do in LA so he made sure to take her often. Side by side they stood at the overlook by the path that led down to the lake that was crystal blue and she was bitching at him, again.

"I can't tell you, Lucy, so stop asking me OK?"

"What kind of job makes you keep it a secret, you never keep secrets from me, I don't like it,"

"Look I just can't talk about it, alright, stop being a pest." He growled.

"You've changed," She said louder than necessary, "I don't even know who you are anymore."

"Cut the drama Lucy, it's us," He stopped her as they got to the path down to the lake, "I ain't falling for your shit." This time.

"Once again Mac, you're forgetting I'm not one of your dirtbag friends, I'm a girl, this is what we do."

"You're a fucking nag is what ya are, and I didn't forget you're a girl, believe me." He stared at her then, he knew very well that she was a girl, he knew very well that she was female, unfortunately for him.

"You need someone to nag you or you'll get yourself into bad shit and you know it." Lucy pestered.

She turned to stalk off in a dramatic huff to make her point and the ground under her feet gave way, she was sliding down the ravine before Mac knew what happened.

"Oh goddammit, Lucy!" He groaned and stepped off the ledge to go rescue her., he slid down just as she had, a second behind her.

Lucy landed on her back in the mud of the base of the lake, and it soaked her clothes through. She lay there like a dead slug erupting in laughter and then he landed right between her legs face first.

That just made her laugh more.

"It's not funny," He growled as he tried to get off of her, he had to get off her fast, but he kept slipping in the mud and back on top of her. She kept laughing as he struggled and delighted in how flustered he was.

He'd never been that close to her, not since they were little kids and it felt... so good, his dick was awake and getting hard, goddammit. It was a fucking nightmare.

Then she was looking at him, and her face was all wet and muddy, he watched water drip down over her cheek and down her neck. He imagined briefly following that drop with his mouth and licking her neck. She was so beautiful, and he had meant what he said earlier.

Mac thought she would shove him off of her but she didn't and he couldn't stop looking at her, it was another frozen moment in time and neither of them moved.

Lucy sighed at the feel of his weight on top of her, it was pure bliss and the look in his eyes was dark but so inviting. It made her heart skitter across her chest and she had to do something before she tore his clothes off.

"It is so fucking funny," She laughed and swiped some mud across his face.

"Really?" He asked and she nodded, then she did it again, this time with much more mud, "Are you fucking crazy?"

Lucy just smiled, nodded and laughed again.

"Oh, yeah, Oh yeah?" He slid his hand over her stomach and started to tickle her as retaliation but soon his hands were on hers and he'd pinned her arms over her head. He had intended just to tickle her again but it was like slow motion when he came eye to eye with her. Mac stared down at her and even though they were drenched the fire inside of him over her that he'd tried so hard to put out was burning bright and was unquenchable.

"Nothings gonna hurt you, baby, as long as you're with me you'll be just fine. Nothings gonna hurt you, baby, nothing's gonna take you from my side."

Then she moved against him, still staring into his eyes and it felt so fucking good. Lucy could feel him hard against her leg and she parted her lips with a sigh. Her hands crept up over his back, her fingers dancing over his shirt and his eyes darted from hers all around her face, finally settling on her lips.

Before he knew what he was doing he was leaning down and kissing her nice and soft, and it was sweet until he realized just what he was doing.

"I'm...I...shit .. I just wanted to know what it felt like." He stammered, pushing his hair out of his face, not believing he had actually done it. It was true he'd wanted to know what her lips tasted like for a long time, but he had never acted on it, it wasn't right.

Then Lucy met his eyes, "Do it again." She said and closed her eyes softly and he was mesmerized by her eyelashes, they were so long and dark. He kissed her again softly, then looked down at her and she looked disappointed. She brought her hands to the side of his neck and raised an eyebrow at him.

He leaned back down and touched his lips to hers again, this time he kissed her the way he wanted to, he filled her mouth up with his tongue and moaned like a bitch at how good it felt; and he knew if her mother found out he'd never see her again.

"We can't tell anyone," He whispered to her later as they still lay in the mud, both of them saturated but oblivious to it by now. He ran his hands over her face and pushed her wet hair aside.

"I know," She replied softly as if anyone was around to hear them and he kissed her again. As he slid his tongue along the seam of her lips until she granted him access again, one thought was primary in his mind; It was her, it had always been her.

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Mac took Lucy's hand as they looked up at the stars and it felt so good to feel her touch like that again, she calmed him and he didn't feel so lost when she was around. He had missed being physically close to her, it had been years since they had been able to touch each other, both of them had been afraid of the feelings touching caused.

They had snuck blankets and pillows out of the house and laid them out in the bed of his truck to be comfortable; she was leaving soon and this would be one of the last nights they would have together.

This wasn't the first time they had done this, before he drove they would walk out there in the canyon to lay down and watch the stars. They had some of their best talks out there at night when it was as quiet as the grave. He came out here a lot alone too, he contemplated life there, and he liked the feeling of the sky above him, clear and bright when nothing else in the world was.

The desert sky was vast, with so many stars visible in the sky and Lucy loved nights like this most, she was from LA and the smog prevented stars from being this visible. It was one of the many things she loved about Utah.

It was a perfect night, it was warm and with a nice breeze and he'd put on an old Bruce Springsteen CD on that the former owner left in the glove box. Bruce was singing about being on fire as they held hands and talked, every once in a while he would pull her hand over and kiss it.

"They're so bright tonight," She said as she lay her head down next to his, "So beautiful."

"I wish you weren't going so soon," Mac said as he rubbed his fingers over her knuckles, it was just like any other of a hundred nights, probably that they had done this since they started sneaking out of the house as kids. But it was different too, three weeks ago he had kissed her and then kissed her a lot since then. Just like in his dreams, and he could touch her now without feeling like he'd touched a burning stove and had to pull his hand away.

It was both a relief and torture, like his dreams of her had been.

At first, the dreams of her scared him, then made him ashamed and then he welcomed them, closing his eyes for the night became the best part of his day. Especially in the long months when she went back to LA, every year they didn't see each other for ten months. It wouldn't be longer this time, but it would feel longer.

"Me too," She sighed, "Maybe one day I'll just move here."

As much as he would have loved that one day, it could never happen. He had things to do that he didn't want her around for and it wasn't safe either. This was no place for her, she needed to go to college, get that chemistry degree and start her own perfume business.

"I dunno Luce, why would ya wanna be here?"

"For you," She answered without hesitation and squeezed his hand, "I feel like we don't see each other so much anymore."

"I'm sorry I've been busy," He said.

"I understand, we're growing up, of course, you would get a job, but it seems shady to me."

"Ain't everything around here?" He said, not answering her really, turning her over on her stomach and running his hand over her back under her shirt to change the subject; he knew she wasn't stupid and he wouldn't be able to keep it a secret forever from her. It had been almost four years and she knew more than he thought, but she was dropping it again, for now.

Lucy sighed loudly, the pleasure she felt was obvious, "We haven't rubbed backs in a long time."

He leaned down to her ear and whispered darkly, "That's cause it started making me get hard when I was eleven," He ran his hands over her sides and up to her neck, then kissed her there. She felt a chill roll up from the base of her spine all the way to the roots of her hair at the sound of his voice that way. "I got a band desire..." He whispered into her ear along with the song.

Lucy tried to turn over to him but he kept her on her stomach with his hand firm on her back as he ran it over her skin. It was all she could do not to purr like a cat.

"Don't move," He bent down and ran his teeth over her bare shoulder, followed by his hands and watched goosebumps erupt all over her skin, "It's alright, I got you."

She groaned as she felt his lips on the back of her neck and traveling to her ear too slowly; it made her shiver. "You're making me love you, Mac."

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AN: I know I poached his line and gave it to Lucy, I just think it's cool that maybe she said it to him first and he remembered it. Then maybe he said it years later in the canon movie universe because she was on his mind still. Told ya I'm a nut. This is a pre canon story, to show why he became what he became and in my twisted mind it was because of her. A few chapters ago I mentioned the spiders, specifically, him drawing them, which will show up later, you know where. It was fun to mess around with these things that we know about Mac and add them in this story in different ways. Thanks for reading xo