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Song: Barcelona - Now the Rabbit Has the Gun

I've got a stack of empty postcards that I've yet to send

A handful of souviners from all the places that I've been

They're all just sitting in a shallow drawer beside my bed

Waiting for you, just waiting for you...

"A bike?" Blondie yelled, looking at the vintage blue and white bike with a woven basket in the front. Kevin was standing in front of it with a shit-eating grin on his face. "No. No, no, no! No way in hell!"

"It's all part of the job, baby," Kevin said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Now, you've got to get to school. Don't want to be late on your first day, Penelope."

Blondie grimaced, hitching her leg over to the other side of the bike. Her new jeans and her white shirt that drooped around her slender body with a lace flower pattern on the back, were comfortable enough, but she didn't feel like her. Partly because she hadn't gotten to pick out her own clothing since she could remember.

And that was only back to age fourteen.

Sighing at the sight of the tiny Quileute school coming into view, she hopped off her bike and pulled it into the corner. Blondie locked the bike in place at placed her shoulder back across her shoulders. Once she had entered the warm halls of the small school, she found the front office.

"Penelope Jones," Blondie said, smiling at the woman in the front office. "I'm new."

The woman smiled happily. She shuffled through some papers on her desk, finally coming to the ones she needed and stacking them in a pile. The woman swiveled her seat to the file cabinet on the other side and collected the file she was looking for quickly.

"Yes, you're brother called yesterday to confirm your paperwork." She handed Blondie a bunch of papers, explaining what each one was as she gave them out. "This is your bell schedule, as well as your class schedule. This is a map of the school. Sometimes classes are a bit confusing to the new folks. But, you'll get the hang of it, eventually. Otherwise, I'm sure I can have a buddy help you out."

The woman laughed at her own little joke while Blondie seethed.

Blondie pulled her perfected smile out and winked at the woman. "I'm sure I can figure it out. But, if I need any help I won't hesitate to ask!" Blondie nodded to the woman, turning towards the door and exiting quickly.

She crumpled the papers in her hands, save her schedule and slip. Blondie tossed the papers into a trash can near by. I'll tell you exactly where you can shove that map lady, is what Blondie really wanted to say. But, if she was going to do this job, she was going to do it thoroughly.

"C'mon man, lighten up on the Leah jokes will you?" a deep voice sounded through the half-empty hallways. How small is this school, exactly? Blondie wondered, walking towards her locker on the other side of the hall. "I'm serious. It's hurting Seth. I know it is."

Blondie halted at the mention of her target. She stuck herself against the lockers on the side, pressing her body there tightly. She had to hear this conversation. After all, how many Seth's could be attending this school?

"I know," a different voice sighed. "I guess its an old habit. You know what they say."

"Die hard. Yeah, I know. But, still…" The voice trailed off and Blondie craned her neck and ear to hear what he would whisper next. Finally, she heard him huff his breath and continue. "Look, Seth would never say if something was bothering him, because he is too nice. He hasn't been the same since Harry died and he needs someone to look after him."

"I understand exactly what your saying, and I promise I won't do it again, but I believe our conversation is no longer private."

Blondie held her breath, closing her eyes and waiting for the hurt or yelling that would come. She could just see it now. Eavesdropping little bitch! They would yell, and the mission would be blown and Blondie would be screwed.

Royally.

But, none of it ever came. It seemed it wasn't her they were talking about. And when she opened her brown eyes, she saw exactly who had been approaching the boys to make them stop speaking in their hushed tones.

He was tall, way over six feet, but he walked a bit hunched over. His face was hidden only slightly by his black hair that hung in his eyes - which were a beautiful dark shade of hazel. They were like honey colored and Blondie wanted to eat them up. His skin was a dark color, normal for the redskins of La Push Rez. He didn't smile - but, boy, did Blondie wish he would.

His body was packed with muscle, but he was leaner still. He was dressed in jeans that were haphazardly tucked into black working boots and a dark grey t-shirt with an open red and white plaid button up. He had the sleeves rolled to his elbows. A small - at least, in comparison, black backpack was hanging off one of his large shoulders.

"Seth, hey man!" One of the boys called to the Adonis look-a-like in front of Blondie.

Blondie was stunned with who this Greek god standing before her was. It was the boy she had to make fall in love with her. She had to make that fall in love with little ole her. Where were all the revealing outfits when you needed them? Did Kevin know how handsome this boy was?

It was then that Blondie realized not only was she staring at him, but he was staring at her. His eyes widened at the sight of the pretty new girl. She had to be new, for Seth would curse himself if he had missed a moment with her.

Before he could stop himself, his foot stepped forward towards the lurking girl. But, he stopped himself and backtracked. He knew watching from a distance would have to suffice, at least until lunch.

Seth let his eyes wander her body as she quietly made her way to her locker. Her jeans that were tight and clung to her legs showed off the body every girl in the school should be jealous of. He was already angry just thinking other's had ever even laid eyes on her from a distance.

"Seth, you okay?" a voice said, interrupting his thoughts. Seth finally broke his focus on the girl to turn to his friends. Collin and Nate looked at him strangely. Seth nodded, not speaking, and turning his head to look back at the girl.

But, she had already gone.

Seth panicked, looking around frantically. How could he let her out of his sight? How could he lose her when he had just found her? A large hand caught his shoulder as Nate ripped Seth from his detrimental thoughts.

"C'mon man. Time for math. Yeah?"

Seth sighed, running a hand over his face sleepily. "Yeah. Let's go."

Blondie ran away from listening to their conversation, happy with herself for already capturing the target's attention. She swung her hair over her shoulder and walked to her first class, which so happened - thanks to Kevin, to be Seth's class as well.

"Now, a relation is a set of ordered pairs of the form input, output, where the input is related to the output. In other words it yield the output," Mrs. Montez, the Quileute Tribal School's token math teacher for the time being spouted notes quickly, praying that the students could keep up, and knowing they couldn't all the same.

Blondie quietly jotted down notes, for she has always loved school. Whenever she got to actually go to school for a job - which was a rarity- she treasured it. High school was taken for granted by all those around her, and she knew that. But, it didn't stop her from trying to learn.

Suddenly, three beeps came over the small, broken-looking intercom in the center of the room. "Mrs. Montez?" A voice asked. When she replied with a loud affirmative, the voice continued. "I need Penelope Jones to the office please. Thank you."

Blondie's stomach dropped.

Something must have gone wrong, she thought as she quickly ran towards the office with her books in hand. Sure enough, Cameron was waiting for her. Playing her part faithfully, she ran to him, kissing him on the cheek quickly, and taking his hand in hers.

"He's pissed," Cameron whispered. "I don't think I can take any more beatings for you, B. My bruises from the last one are still pretty sore." He stopped just before walking out the doors of the school, grabbing her in his arms. "Please, please, Blondie. Don't talk."

The pair walked into the woods near the school, seeing a pacing Kevin walking the length between two trees over and over again. He looked up and stopped walking at the snap of a twig under Cam's feet.

He stormed swiftly over to Blondie, grabbing her forearms and throwing her against a tree. Cameron bit his lip and looked down at the ground, unable to look at Blondie getting in trouble. He wanted to take her punishment for her, but he and Kevin had already had a talk and apparently he wasn't allowed.

Not for this.

"Where the fuck is it, Blondie?" Kevin shouted, bunching his hands into fists at his sides.

Blondie looked at his confused. "What are you talking about?"

He popped her jeans button open and pulled her jeans down quickly. Cameron ran towards Kevin, but before he could stop him from what he thought was about to happen, he saw what Kevin was looking at so infuriately.

A gun holster sat on her hips, gun presently right in front of her crotch. Cameron realized what this was about and quietly curse himself and her for being so stupid! He wanted to yell at her and hug her and smack her and take that sad look of her face all at the same time.

"What were you thinking, Blondie? You could have blown the entire fucking mission!" Kevin said. "Mission first, B! Safety always comes second. I don't car who's daughter you are! How was I supposed to explain that?"

Cam stepped forward. "She's got to get back in class, Kevin. Let us finish this with more privacy, later."

Kevin waited a moment, calculating his next move carefully. But, he sighed, letting his breath out through his mouth loudly. "Yeah, whatever. Get your ass back in that fucking school and get a start with this job. Come, Cameron." He started walking away muttering, "ungrateful brat," under his breath.

Blondie sighed, pulling her hair around to sit on one side of her shoulders. She gave the air a funny smile before it faltered and she began to cry. That's when she saw something in the woods. Her breathing halted, as a large figure made his way into the area.

"Are you alright?" a deep voice asked. Blondie jerked up, looking for the source of the voice. She hiccupped, trying to hold in her cries. It was Seth, with her luck of course. He looked at her from under his black cropped hair that hung down in front of his eyes.

Blondie nodded, not being able to manage a verbal lie at the moment. He crouched next to her, reaching out his hand to her. "I'm Seth Clearwater."

"I'm B-" she caught herself quietly. "I'm Penelope Jones."

He smiled, one side quirking up in an irresistible smirk that made Blondie go weak in the knees. "It's a pleasure to truly meet you. Truly," he leaned into her ear and whispered. "I've been unable to keep my eyes off of you all day."


The bright screen of the lap top illuminated the worried and anxious face of the seventeen year old boy as he scrolled through countless Missing Person's reports, milk carton applications, and any types of police reports he could find. He rubbed a hand over his weak and weary face, looking over at the clock on the bedside table. The numbers 3:15 AM flashed at him in an angry green.

Sighing, Cameron gave up on his work for the night, putting the computer down in the floor and picking up his journal that was practically filled to brim. He flipped through the pages, hoping for some kind of information that he had collected - and then maybe he could make his hypothesis on her origins.

June 16th - Three hundred and ten reports in New York City were posted on the year I estimate something were to have happened. None of the reports include a missing person that would fit the description - let alone the age. But, I can't give up. We move tomorrow towards Nevada, though I am unhappy, K has not given me work for this job. Which, in turn, mean much more time to research in the area.

Cameron flipped through a few more pages, settling on one for a moment, before tossing the page to the next bit of text - begging for the object to point him in the right direction - when suddenly one page jumped out at him.

November 18th - We move again tomorrow to a brand new place. I'm not sure where it is exactly, since K refuses to tell anyone. I worry though, for he seems frightened of something. He keeps saying "No one will recognize us. No one will take her. No one. No one." All that comes to mind of what he could possibly be speaking of must be B. If it is, then I hope for someone to recognize her. Maybe she will be safe at last.

I've known since the beginning. She is not Boss's daughter. Somehow, she was brought into this life - most likely unwillingly and unknowingly. And I will spend the rest of my life finding out where she came from if I have to. I just want her to know who she really is. And that she was not born into this. I want her to know she has a chance to be someone, find someone, do something meaningful.

She has a chance - that's all the encouragement I need.

Cameron threw the notebook into the shallow drawer of his bedside table, barely glancing at all the newspaper clippings he had collected and the souviners from all the places and locations they had had jobs to do. He flicked his light off and began to drift to sleep with a single thought racing in his mind.

I will find you, Blondie. I'll find the girl you were if it costs me my life.

And he shut his eyes and began to dream of better days.

But how do you take the next step forward when you're scared to fall

For a lover that thinks about you all the time and not at all

We could move on with life and it's not like the world would end

But somehow we won't, somehow we don't...

And my heart keeps calling...

A/N: I know it's been forever, but it has truly been hectic right now in school. I'm in all AP and balancing theater on top of that - as well as taking care of my sister all the time and balancing the singluar - solutary guy in my life who is attening HC with his ex this weekend = AKA we will see how that goes. If you haven't heard of NTRHTG (Now the Rabbit Has the Gun), they are phenominal! Also, as well, forthwith, I have changed my profile picture on FanFic and I just noticed both of them have a girl taking to ravens..

Story of my life.

Well, I hope you enjoyed and you will review.

Fish and Chips and a smexy Clearwater boy in your bed tonight!

Love, Alice!