Here is chapter two, hope you enjoy it and that no one is OOC. I've changed, only slightly, of what Simone looks like. You can find a link on my profile.

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[002]

While Simone was in the bath washing off the dirt and grime of the last week spent on the run, Dyson was walking around his apartment trying to make sense of everything that had happened the last half an hour since his arrival home. He just didn't understand what was going on. He hadn't seen Simone since the night they fought and he couldn't fathom a large enough reason for her to come to him now. She had after all made it quite known that she wanted nothing more to do with him. He wanted to ask that question but knew that it wasn't a wise choice on his part. She was an emotional wreak and would most likely turn on him if pushed to far.

Instead of wallowing in the past, wondering about the present, and worrying about the future, Dyson decided that it was a better use of his time to be constructive. He palmed his phone for a second contemplating calling Lauren, the human doctor that The Ash owned, to come by to see to Simone's wounds. It was two, nearing three, in the morning. He knew that the woman would not be happy to be woken up and dragged across the city to see to an unidentified Fae in need of help. Then again the fact that Simone was an unknown might just peak her interest enough to roll out of bed and make the trek even at such an hour.

He passed his phone back and forth between his hands as he thoroughly thought about calling the good doctor. He knew that Simone did need some help, not only his own, but some medical care as well. She had to have a couple of bruised, if not broken, bones in her body and some of her scratches looked as if they could do with a couple of stitches. He felt so indecisive, like he was a teenager again wondering if sneaking out into the woods for a run was the right or wrong thing to do.

The slosh of water and the sharp squeak of pain from the bathroom pushed his decision to call Lauren. He had been halfway to that point to begin with but hearing the sound from Simone was the tipping point. He dialed the number from memory, having had to use it several times since coming to the city, not only for himself but for others.

He waited as the phone rang, still pacing around his apartment. From the bed to the couch to the punching bag and into the kitchen, then back to the bed. He repeated this circuit until finally the phone was answered as he was standing near the punching bag.

"Hello," a sleepy female voice answered.

"It's Dyson." He stated simply and waited for a reply.

It came several seconds later with a tone that read surprise and possibly a bit of annoyance. "What do I owe the pleasure at," she stopped to look at the clock no doubt. "two forty five in the morning?"

He gave a sigh with a little bit of annoyance too. The two of them didn't have what people would call a overly friendly relationship, if fact they had a strained relationship. "I need your help."

"Are you hurt?" No annoyance this time just a large amount of surprise and worry now.

"No but a friend of mine is. I need you to come to my place." He explained simply not sure if the call was being monitored or something like that.

There was a shuffle on Lauren's end of the phone as if she were moving to sit up in her bed. He heard the click of a light being turned on. "How injured are we talking Dyson?"

"A couple of possibly broken ribs, a sprained or broken right ankle, and several scratches that might need to be stitched." He couldn't think of anything else that might be wrong except maybe a concussion but as a shifter that would heal the fastest.

"What kind is she?" He heard the shuffle of feet, heard the sound of a door. She must have been getting dressed or going to the bathroom, he wasn't sure.

Dyson spared a glance towards the bathroom door. He knew Simone wouldn't like him talking to a human about her but it was for her own good. "Shifter, like me."

The sound of a door being opened greeted him once more. "Wolf?" It was a question not a statement.

He nodded before realizing that she couldn't see him through the phone. "Yes."

There was a soft sigh. "Light or Dark?" He said nothing. "Dyson if she's dark I can't help you and frankly you shouldn't be helping her either. You could get in a lot of trouble with The Ash and the elders."

He sighed once again, this time rubbing the bridge of his nose. What could he say? He didn't actually know what side Simone had chosen, if she had even picked at all. Last time he had seen her she had refused to pick a side and was under the radar so to speak. It wasn't like he was going to walk into the bathroom and ask her what side she was aligned with, if any. He didn't think she would answer him with anything other than a shout or a growl and an obscene hand gesture. He took a shot in the dark. "Light, but could you not tell The Ash? She's in some kind of trouble and I want her to go to him on her own, not because we forced her hand."

"It's late, I don't think The Ash is around."

"Good. How long do you think it will take for you to get here?"

"About an hour, maybe more or less. I have to sneak into the lab to get some things so it depends on that." She explained lightly and he once again heard a door close, or maybe it was opened. "Is there a rush?"

He shot a look at the bathroom again. "No, she isn't in any kind of medical danger that I know of."

Something slammed in the background on his end. He whipped around just as he heard Lauren tell him she'd be there as fast as she could. He barely registered saying goodbye as he fought the urge to see what had happened in the bathroom.

His hand was on the door handle just as Simone shouted out, "Sorry I slammed my hand into the side of the tub."

"How did you do that?" He asked with a light chuckle. A good warrior she might have been in the past but that didn't mean she wasn't uncoordinated under normal circumstances. She was graceful, just not all the time which made her unique and fun.

"I was trying to flip over," she said with a embarrassed chuckle.

"Yell if you need me," Dyson added hearing her grunt in response. He shook his head and moved away from the door. He looked at his apartment and wondered what he should do now that he was waiting for Lauren to arrive and Simone to finish in the bathroom.

He realized that Simone would need something to wear. She wasn't one for walking around naked if she didn't have to, that he remembered since she had always been grabbing his shirts in the past while most everyone else was either naked or half dressed. She wasn't shamed of her form, far from it, a fact she had beat into all of them. She was just slightly modest. Females, he would never understand them.

Rummaging through his clothing he came up with an older pair of sweats that would probably be bigger than she was but she could use the drawstring to tie them tighter. Next he found a tee shirt that wouldn't be too baggy on her but wouldn't be too tight. He was slim to begin with so that wasn't much of a stretch. He didn't have any underwear that would fit her properly but figured that at this point she didn't much care as long as she was covered.

He set the small pile on the bed and looked at the sheets. Looking at them made him realize that they were dirty, from her blood and the dirt she had tracked in from the woods and the city. He moved the pile of clothing and striped the bed, stuffing the bedding into a bag to be washed later. He found clean sheets, shook them out, and remade the bed.

Just as Dyson was putting the clothing he had gathered for her back on top of the bed, he caught sight of Simone walking out of the bathroom wrapped in the small white towel he had laid out for her. Her hair was soaking wet and twirled in a twist over her shoulder. Her hair was long now, no longer short and choppy around her face as she had always worn it. The length suited her just as the short hair had.

For a second he was sucked into the past, to the first moment he had laid eyes on the female wolf-shifter. She had made an impression that was for sure.

Midsummer sun beamed down on the small clearing his pack had made their temporary home. They had been taking a break from their work for their king, a break they so desperately needed and deserved.

Dyson looked around the clearing seeing his pack mates spread out in various states of rest and relaxation. He himself sat against a tree taking in the summer sun and enjoying the downtime he had. A pack member, Stefan, was away visiting family who happened to be living close to the woods in which they were in. Dyson had a strong suspension that this was the reason they had the resting time.

It was late afternoon when the pack heard the sound of thundering hooves. Everyone jumped to attention knowing who happened to be approaching them. Dyson pushed his way to the front of the group taking the spot beside Ciara, Stefan's mate. She gave him a friendly smile as they all waited.

After a half a minute Dyson scented the air. Someone else was with Stefan. That someone was female and he wasn't the only one to notice it. The only one who was oblivious to what was going on in their silent stares of confusion and concern was Ciara, she was after all a simply Faerie warrior.

Another minute passed before two horses, not one, came into view moving at a full gallop across the unstable ground of the woods. On the back of one they saw Stefan and on the second one sat a female who looked as bored as if she were taking a walk through a village center.

The duo finally came to a stop a couple of yards from the pack. Stefan dismounted and went to help the female down. She swatted at his hand which earned chuckles and snorts from the pack and a throaty laugh from Ciara. The female flatted out the skirt of her dress and ran her fingers through her long hair.

All of the males were staring at her as if she were a novelty, something they didn't see to often. Dyson was among them. She was a pretty thing, not the least bit short, standing at maybe five foot eleven and she wasn't stick thin. That wasn't saying she was large either, just that she had hips. Her eyes, he noticed as she approached with Stefan, were a bright green like emeralds and her hair a flame of endless auburn, bright as fire in the midday sun. Her skin was pale, as if she had spent her days inside father than running outside. Her face was rounded, her cheek bones were high, her lips full, and her nose was like a button.

She had a similar look to Stefan leading Dyson to believe they were somehow related. She smelled of wolf as well, a shifter like himself and Stefan and almost everyone in the pack. She looked coolly on the pack as she approached. He didn't know whether or not she was scared or just bored. He wanted to know why she was there. He believed everyone wanted the answer to that question.

"This is Simone, my sister." Stefan said simply. "She'll be joining our pack for a while."

The pack broke out into an uproar. Voices clamored on about how females, shifters or any other kind of Fae, shouldn't be in battle. Their place was in the home. Dyson wasn't disagreeing with that but he wouldn't wholeheartedly agreeing either. If the female could fight and hold her own in battle than she was welcome to fight along side him. Ciara knew how to fight after all. Why was she the exception?

As if on cue a jeweled dagger slammed into the tree beside Dyson's head giving him a shock. He didn't shift weight on his feet, didn't even let his shock show on his face. He did however mentally take a deep breath before turning around to grab the dagger by the hilt and pull it from the tree. It took a little bit of force seeing as the blade had imbedded itself deeply into the truck. Once it was free he flipped it into his hand so that he could had the dagger back hilt first.

"Thank you," she gave him a genuine smile as she tucked the weapon back into the sheath on her waist which had been hidden by a fold of her dress. He stepped back with a nod and smile. "As you can see this is not a joke and I do not take kindly to be talked about as if I am a human female. I have been in several battles in my life and I know how to fight, tooth and claw, and as I demonstrated I can use weapons. Speaking of which," she said as she pulled her long hair into her hands twisting it until its vibrant length was a long whip. "Does anyone happen to have a short sword?"

Everyone was still as she looked at each of them, her expression no longer bored but curious and slightly annoyed as the seconds ticked on. It was Dyson who finally stepped forward handing her the blade from the sheath on his back.

He earned a smile from her once again as she grabbed the blade. She took the blade carefully in one had and tilted forward to give herself more room as she put it against her gathered hair. She used a fast and quick motion to slice through her hair. The sound it made was similar to ripping dried silk. Within seconds her bright locks were curled on the ground leaving a mop of choppily cut hair on her head. She looked just as stunning with short hair as she did with long.

"So much better. Fighting with long hair is tough. So thank you—" she stopped short as she handed him the blade back hilt first as he had done with her dagger minutes ago.

"Dyson. My name is Dyson."

"It is a pleasure." She relinquished the blade and stepped back.

"Dyson?" She was standing in front of him again, but this time it wasn't a memory, it was the present and it was reality. He took a moment to look at her. Same long hair, same green eyes, same pale skin, and same figure. She looked the same as she had all that time ago with a little bit of strain in her face and a little more age in her eyes. Time was hell on anyone, especially long living Fae.

She tilted her head at him when he didn't respond. "Are you alright? You've seemed to check out for a moment."

He smiled. "Just remembering. You've let your hair grow out," he noted taking a shorter lock from around her face and tugged it lightly. "Looks nice."

She grinned brightly, a first in a long while. "Thanks," she said tugging her hair back. "I was tired of keeping it short. I'm not fighting any longer so I don't need to keep it short." She limped her way away from him and towards the bed. "Are these clothes for me?" She questioned holding them up.

"I thought you would like to actually wear something a little more than a shirt." He didn't know why but it felt like he had just stepped back into the past. Like the years hadn't passed between them. Yet at the same time he knew that the time had gone, that there were unspoken issues they hadn't worked out. How long would this peace last?

She gave a curt nod. "Thanks." She didn't ask him to turn around but instead turned herself around. She grabbed the pants and slipped them on under the towel with the skill of a woman who had become used to dressing in front of others. He was sure she was going to ask him to turn around when she changed into her shirt but no, she just pulled it over her head and when the fabric hit just below breast level she dropped the towel.

In the short second it took for her to drop the shirt down he spotted the tattoo on her hip. It mirrored his on his back. A list of the battles she had fought, written in Lycanthrope, and referenced the only king she had ever served. He wasn't sure why but the fact that she had been a warrior filled him with pride.

"You're staring again." She pointed out as she climbed into the bed. She looked at the sheets for a second. "You've changed the sheets."

"The other ones were dirty."

Simone grimaced, not in pain but something more akin to shame. "I feel really bad about that. I got here and when I saw the bed all I could do was think of sleep. I wanted to take a shower but I just couldn't summon the energy."

"Don't worry," he said taking a seat on the bed as she curled herself into the clean sheets. "I know I asked before but what exactly happened Simone. I know you didn't forget."

Just like that she closed down, her smile disappearing and her eyes losing that glitter of interest and excitement. "I don't want to talk about it Dyson. I just don't, not yet, not ever if I can avoid it." She curled into the blanket tightly. "Who were you on the phone with when I was in the bath?"

It was a change in conversation that he played along with. He wasn't sure how she would react but he was going to be honest, even if she wasn't. "I was on the phone with a doctor. She's on the way over here to check out your wounds."

If he thought she had closed down before he had been wrong. At this she said nothing, just turned so that her back was facing him. "I don't need a doctor," she all but snarled into the pillow. He wasn't sure if her snarl was out of anger or if it was hiding tears. He didn't make a move to find out like he wanted to.

"I don't care what you think—"

She flipped over violently, pain and shock written all over her face. He could tell she was feeling better but his words must have hurt her in some way. "You never have!" She wailed and flung herself out of the bed.

She was hurt, not just physically but emotionally, by what he had said. Sure she wasn't about to air their past right then and there but she wasn't about to put up with his bullshit any longer. She whipped around to face him. "I don't need a doctor and I don't need to be babied."

"I never said that I didn't care Simone, I said that I didn't care what you thought about you NOT needing a doctor!" He shouted at her though he hadn't intended to do so. She always had brought out the violent side of him. She just looked at him with surprise.

She gaped like a fish for a second before glaring at him. "I DO NOT NEED A BLOODY DOCTOR!" She screamed until she was hoarse. She heaved a breath and just stared at him, taking him in like had taken her in. His hair was short, still blond and curly. She wanted to know if it was still soft to the touch, if his scruffy beard would annoy her if they kissed like it used to in the past. His eyes were blue, even being across the room she still knew their colour and knew he was watching her. He was just as lean and lithe as he had been in the past and she knew he was strong still.

"Yes you do! You've got broken bones, wounds that need to be stitched, and an ankle that shouldn't look like it's been run over by a truck!" He shouted back at her, this time shooting off the bed to grab at her shoulders to give her a slight shake, as if that might put some sense into her head.

She gasped as his strong hands gripped her shoulders, pain radiated from the bruises he pressed on but she didn't express that pain. Instead she just looked at him, so close and so familiar to her. Her mind flashed to the past and before she could think she latched herself onto his lips, a frenzied kiss that mixed passion with anger.

At first he stood there with eyes wide and full of surprise but it only took a split second for his mind to kick into gear and kiss her right back with just the same amount of passion and anger. It was a heady mix that had him throwing all reason out the window as her hands snaked into his hair pulling slightly while his arms wrapped around her waist jerking her forcefully into him until her body was flush with his. She tasted of her own blood, the blood of whatever she had hunted in the woods the day before, and whatever soap she had dunked herself in while in the bath.

It was with blind passion, they both knew that. The anger from their past, the passion, and the worry from years of being apart combining until they exploded like a wild fire in the rain deprived forest. Yet when she began to pull and tug at his clothing he was brought back to the here and now. He gripped her hips and gently pushed her back away from him. He was more than aroused, more than turned on, he was damn near violent in his need to have her but he knew that this wasn't the time, nor the place. She wasn't in her proper mind, wasn't even in the proper state to engage in the action he played in his mind. That didn't mean he didn't want it. He had to control himself.

Simone whined like a wounded puppy when her lips disconnected from his. She tried to grab for him again only to have his fingers tighten on her hips sending a wave of pain through her body. That pain brought her back to reality, like a hot air balloon having been shot from the sky, now falling hopelessly to the ground below. Crashed and burned, as she always had been with him.

"I'm so sorry," she flushed, embarrassed more for the feelings in her body rather than her actions.

He shook his head. "Not your fault."

"Yes it is. I kissed you."

"I kissed you back." There was an edge in his voice that had her belly quaking. It was a tone that let her know he was just as affected as she was by what had just passed between them.

They stood there, awkward and uncomfortable. He shifted from foot to foot while she stayed still, her eyes staring somewhere over his shoulder at the wall behind him. It took a few moments but she blinked several times before finally speaking, her voice as soft as a whisper, here eyes still wandering and not looking at him. "I missed you."

He smiled before pulling her into a hug. There was no kiss, no frenzied grasping at bodies or hair. There was only comfort as she latched onto him once again, pressed into his chest, her nose taking in the scent of his wolf, the city, and the woods. He smelled of home, a place she had been missing for years. Moving and running, that was all she had known since she had abandoned him so long ago. She felt the tears spill and soak into his shirt as she felt him kiss the top of her head lightly. "I'm missed you too."

They stood that way for a couple of minutes, just enjoying the feeling of being held without the need for more physical contact. The moment was ruined by the sound of knocking on the front door. They barely broke apart, their eyes coming to land of the door. Dyson knew who was behind it and he didn't doubt Simone did too.

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Also please remember that Simone's looks have slightly change as has the model. Google Karen Gillan, she fits what Simone looks like in my mind better than the other girl did. You can also fine a link on my profile.

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