Hello my lovelies. This chapter is a long time coming for some and for any new readers you haven't had to wait long. I apologize for the lack of updating on this story but between school, my first international vacation, and trying to find proper transcripts for this show as well as working around an existing plot, I have just been swamped. I did not give up and I shall never give up on this story. I'm slightly attached lol. Anyways thanks for the reviews, favorites, alerts, and occasional PM. You guys are amazing and are the reason I keep writing!

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[003]

Simone was anything but happy as she sat on the hospital bed in the medical wing of The Ash's compound. She had been forcefully 'collected' from Dyson's apartment, blind folded, and then driven to the compound. She hadn't the heart to tell them she knew where the place was and that if she wanted she could shred the blindfold in under two seconds while ripping their throats out simultaneously. She figured that the last bit wouldn't have made her any friends, not that her constant swearing helped her in that department. She didn't care either way. They were not people she cared to be friends with.

Once at the compound she had been walked, a little too roughly, to the medical wing where a man dressed in scrubs had tossed a gown at her before ordering her to strip. She had growled and grumbled and swore until the man left in a huff of fear and annoyance. She would admit now that she had gone a bit wolf on the man but she would never admit to guilt. She then promptly stalked to one of the beds the best she could on an injured leg and sat herself down to wait.

That was how Lauren found her upon entering into the room. She was a mess of flame bright hair, angry eyes, and visible wounds sitting on the bed. Her legs swung from side to side, her arms were crossed over her chest, and her pale skin was flush with red. That part was either due to pain or anger, it could have actually been a mix of both and Lauren was pretty sure that was right.

"What?" Simone asked as she was being observed. She knew this was the doctor, could tell just by how she carried herself. The white coat gave it away as much as the way she held herself. She was naturally blond, shorter than Simone herself, and tanner in skin color. She was slim and the way she held herself, while it projected an air of power, was still hesitant. It was this hesitance that made the Fae realize that the doctor was human. A Fae would have carried herself with complete power, as if she ruled the room she walked into, as if the world bowed at her feet. Most Fae had a sense of self importance, even if they were nothing.

"Would you like to change into the gown? It'll make this a little easier on both of us." The hesitance was in her voice as well, a slight trace that was hardly noticeable except for a woman who had to notice everything around her in order to stay alive.

Cocking her head to the left, Simone noticed that the doctor wasn't ordering her to do anything, In fact she was simply asking if she wanted to change into a gown. Maybe it was the fact that the doctor was human or maybe Simone's face read something that she couldn't see and the doctor could. But whatever it was it didn't matter. She complied with the doctor's wishes and slowly climbed off the bed.

Twirling her pointer finger in the air to signal the woman to turn around while she stripped, Simone carefully pulled the shirt over her head, hissing as the soft cotton rubbed against still raw and open wounds. She inhaled the scent of Dyson on the fabric before laying it aside and slipping on the gown, tying it behind her back before shimming off her pants. She knew that it would only take one look at her bruises and wounds before the doctor was asking her to strip fully. There were injuries the gown hid, and quite well at that.

"You can turn now Doctor," Simone said as she was hopping back onto the bed gingerly. "I don't know that the gown will ultimately matter. There are worse wounds beneath the fabric." She gave a shrug of her slender shoulder.

"For now we'll just work with this. No need to make you any more uncomfortable than you already are. I'm Lauren." She held out her hand as she spoke.

Simone was hesitant to take the pro-offered hand but after a split second thought she shook it lightly as she remembered human customs. "Simone."

"I know, Dyson told me," she said as she looked around for a chart. She found the one she was looking for and came right back to stand beside the be Simone was sitting on.

"What else did he say?" The redhead once again cocked her head to the side but this time it was out of curiosity.

The doctor smiled and left the side of the bed once more. "Just that you were a close friend, a wolf-shifter like himself, and aligned with the Light." Lauren pulled some objects from various drawers along the wall.

Simone snorted at the last statement. "I'm sure he said I was Light. He needed you to help me after all."

Lauren whipped around to stare are her. "Are you Dark?"

"Gods no! I'm neither, well I was neither. I suppose after tonight I will be Light. Never did favor the Dark." She said offhandedly as if this was the most common thing to talk about in the world. They both knew different however.

"So Bo isn't the first Fae to chose neither side?"

"Bo? What's a Bo?"

"Bo, she's a succubus who was recently found in the city. She was put through a trail, or test rather, that would allow her to pick a side. She decided to pick neither and walk the line between the sides. I didn't know that this had happened before." The blond didn't even try to hide the surprise in her voice as she continued to gather the few items she needed to work on Simone's wounds. "Were you put through the test as well?"

Simone shifted and winced as an already sore muscle was pulled. "No, actually I wasn't. I was born a little more than a hundred years after the war ended. I was given the choice at sixteen and despite my parent's alignment with the Light, I decided to take neither side. They accepted my choice but kept me a little distant from everything else because of it." She thought for a moment. "Why am I telling you this?" She wondered more to herself than to the doctor.

"Dyson said you've had a hard time. Maybe you just need someone outside your circle to talk to, someone who won't judge and will listen." Lauren motioned for Simone to turn herself so she was laying down. She did as was requested and watched the doctor lift her injured ankle off the bed giving it a little twist and push to see just how injured it was. By the sound she made as the pain shot through her leg she figured it was hurt pretty badly, enough to warrant a x-ray at least.

Simone sighed and just tried to ride out the pain. "You work for the Fae, you consider yourself to be Light while I am neither. Of course you judge just like everyone else. You just have the tact not to mention it or point anything out. I thank you from that."

"I have nothing to judge you by Simone, there is only this meeting and any in the future." It was said truthfully and Simone warmed a little to the woman trying only to help her.

The redhead gave this time to sink in as the doctor moved from her ankle, leaving it be in order to examine several of the deeper, already scab covered gashes that adorned a usually graceful pair of legs. "I don't know what to say to that. I haven't met a human, or Fae for that matter, who didn't judge first and learn later." She shifted uncomfortably as the conversation turned a little more personal than she would have preferred.

Lauren gave a light smile. "We're a rare and dieing breed but we do exist." There was silence for several seconds. "So you're English?"

"Celtic if you want to get technical. I'm from Northern Ireland, before it was Northern Ireland. I'm old I know." Simone gave a light chuckle, feeling a little more at ease now that the topic had changed to something a little less touchy. She loved her heritage, sometimes that was.

The blond got off her chair heading for a row of cabinets where she grabbed gaze and a small plastic tub. "You don't look nearly as old as you claim to be."

"It's in my genes I suppose. My mother and father are rather old as well. Father fought in the war when he was young and mother, well, she was a healer and there you have it."

"Any siblings?" It turned out that the plastic tub held a sterilized needle, string to stitch up several of the gashes, and a solution that was no doubt iodine.

Simone nodded sadly as she remembered her family from the days when it was whole. "I had an older brother. He—he passed quite a while ago."

"Still feels like yesterday huh?" Lauren said as she set about taking care of the deep wounds.

"Yeah, feels like yesterday." Her voice was a little whisper in the silent room.

The silence consumed the room at that point leaving both the Fae and the human a little more than uncomfortable. Yet despite this neither of them spoke another word as the doctor set about cleaning and stitching the wounds that needed to be stitched. Even the x-ray of Simone's ankle was done silently, except for a few hisses and growled on the Fae's part.

The whole ordeal was over in less than two hours and Simone was starting to feel the dregs of sleep pulling at her. She fought to keep her eyes opened as she struggled back into Dyson's borrowed clothing, snuggling into the fabric, that while clean, still smelled of him.

She sat on the bed she had originally been sitting one while Lauren ran off to report to The Ash, at least that was what Simone assumed. Of course she had learned over the course of her long life never to assume anything especially when it had something to do with politics or the power structure. She was clueless in that area, a point her parents had made well known since she was a child.

Fifteen minutes after being left alone Lauren came back in followed by two guards, the same two that had escorted her to the compound, mansion as they called it, she was now sitting in. "Yes?" Simone said dully.

"We're here to take you to The Ash now Miss."

Simone's brow arched, nearly meeting her hairline in surprise. "Really now? What if I say no?"

Both men frowned at her, as if they had never thought about that before. "I suppose we'll have to take you to him in any manner we can."

"I—I" she stumbled over her words as her mind raced at the threat. "I can rip you to pieces in ten seconds flat if you even try to put your over sized paws on me." She hissed out watching both men stand there stunned at her casual statement. "However, I want out of here without blood on my hands so I'll come with you only to end this as fast as I can."

Standing now she wobbled on her feet for several seconds, swatting off the helping hands which were offered despite her hostile treatment. She knew that they knew she was simply tried and hurting. All she wanted to do was crawl into a hole and sleep for a hundred years, if that was even possible. She didn't want to be walked to see The Ash, or explain to him what had happened or why she was finally picking a side after so many years of having claimed to be neutral. She just wanted to be left alone.

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By the time she finally limped her way from the mansion that was The Ash's compound, it was nearing noon and she was beyond tired. She hurt all over, her aching body reminding her that she had been fighting for her life recently. She was just glad she was about go home, or at least to the equivalent for now. There she could get the sleep she so desperately needed.

As she walked through the opened doors she blinked several times as eyes adjusted to such bright light. She stood there for a moment, just out from under the awning allowing the sun to beat down against her. The warmth kissed her skin in such a manner that it made her feel safe, happy even. Knowing that she was now a part of something that could keep her safe helped quite a bit to put her mind at ease. Granted the next few months would be hard, adjusting to a new life with a new set of rules, at least she would have a support network to help her navigate through the unknown place she was in.

She just hoped she could do it. She hoped that she wouldn't flake out when the going to rough like she had in the past. She knew where that got her and she didn't want to be in that dark place any more. She didn't want to be so down that she thought about just ending it all. She didn't want to be in the place where she had to run just to survive. She wanted stability, something she hadn't had in such a long time.

So she was happy she would find it here, hopefully. She didn't allow herself to think to much, to hope to much. Her past, she knew, would catch up with her eventually as soon as those looking for her found out that she has sought sanctuary with the Light. She sighed, maybe her life had become a bit more complicated than she originally thought.

A hand touched her shoulder. She didn't jump and didn't look at him. She knew that hand, knew that scent. "How did it go?" Dyson asked, his voice a low whisper as if afraid she would disappear if his voice was too loud.

She leaned into his hand. Even if it was just settled on her shoulder she was glad for a comforting touch. "It went as I expected it to. I talked with The Ash and made an official member of the Light. I'll be assigned a job and I have the choice of staying with you until I have enough money to get my own place or I can take a place that I am offered. That is however your choice as well."

"You can stay with me as long as you need to, as long as you want." She could hear his smile. She knew he was happy she was sticking around. Oh if he only knew what she had done to cause her to seek out such help and commit herself to one side after centuries of being unaligned. "What are you going to do about money right now?"

"The Ash has sent someone to Alberta to retrieve my things from my apartment, as well as my car. He'll be back in a matter of hours I believe. I told The Ash I was staying at your place for the time being. I hope you do not mind."

He rubbed her shoulder lightly. "I don't mind at all. Why don't I get you something to eat and then get you back home and into bed." His eyes went a little wide after he said that. "I mean you need some sleep. You have bags under your eyes."

Simone chuckled lightly and leaned more into him. "Sleep, Gods how I have missed sleep." She yawned suddenly and giggled. "See. How about I get sleep and then we get food. I don't think I can keep my eyes open for a second longer."

He released her shoulder only to take her hand. "Come, sleep it is."

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It was late afternoon when Simone woke from her nap, because that was what it was. Simply a nap that had lasted five hours. She was still tired but she was also famished and she had to pee. Yet even with these needs running around her body and brain she rolled over into one of Dyson's pillows and took a deep breath taking in the safe and familiar scent, her mind drifting back before she could stop it.

She knew her brother would kill Dyson if he knew and he'd skin her alive for it. Yet she didn't feel a tad bit guilty as she stretched in the now empty bed. This was the first time in months where the pack had slept anywhere but the woods and on the hard ground nonetheless. She was an adult, she was a woman, and she had needs like anyone else.

Her brother could pitch a fit for all she cared but she would fight him tooth and claw if he dared attack Dyson. It was not as if he had attacked her and took her like an animal. She had been more than willing. In all actuality she had had to convince Dyson it was okay to sleep with her. He was just as scared of Stefan's reaction to their coupling as she was.

She yawned as she reached for one of the silk pillows. She was thankful for the fact that they were in the one of the Inns owned by the King. It was rare that the pack was ever in the center of the kingdom and when they were, they were treated like the warriors they were. She just wished it would last longer.

Hearing his footsteps she smiled, raised her head giving him a wolfish grin. "Come back to bed Dyson. The night is still young."

"The night has turned into morning Simone."

"Well the morning is still young then. We've time to do what we please." She teased as she sat up on her elbows, the cotton sheet exposing her breasts for him to see and admire.

The look her gave her was ravishing. It had muscles in her body quaking and begging for his touch. She could smell him everywhere, and all over her. It would be days before that scent left her and she knew her brother and everyone else would smell Dyson on her. She didn't care and by the look of him he didn't either. "Do you not worry about what Stefan will think?"

"Dyson we are grown adults with needs. You do not see me running about yelling at him for sleeping with his mate now do you?"

"That is the thing. Ciara is his mate, you are not my mate."

"He slept with her long before they were mated Dyson, long before." She said with a coy smile. "Do not worry about what he will say or think. I will take care of it if he has anything to say. Come back to bed. I need you." Without much more encouragement he was on her in an instant. His scent filling her nose until that was all that she could smell, all that she wanted to smell.

Finding herself in the present time once more she shifted her body feeling the pooling of heat in the apex of her thighs. She growled at the arousal and tried to tell her body and mind that what she had been thinking of had occurred lifetimes ago and it should not have any effect on her now.

She heard his footsteps and for a moment she swore that she hadn't been dreaming at all but that she was in reality. "Dyson?" She called sitting up. The blanket fell to her waist and she looked at herself. She wasn't naked but in a tee shirt that was at least a size or more too big for her.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" He said coming from the kitchen.

She shook her head. "No I was hungry and I have to use the bathroom," she mumbled with a slight blush. The blush wasn't so much about the fact that she had voiced she needed to pee, it was more due to the fact that she realized that because Dyson was a wolf shifter like herself he would be able to sense her arousal. She cursed under her breath as she darted from the bed to the bathroom giving him no time to respond or say anything to her.

When she arrived back Dyson was sitting on his couch with a smirk on his face. "Your things came about fifteen minutes ago, including your car. I didn't expect you to drive a Mini."

She grinned. She loved her Mini Copper. It was a cute little care that she didn't have to use to cart friends around, not that she had had many friends in Alberta. It was a small car, it worked like a charm, and it had everything she needed. She didn't care what others thought about it and she certainly didn't care the Dyson was now teasing her.

"I lived in London and fell in love with those cars. I just had to have one," she said as she limped her way around to where the pile of crudely tapped boxes and trash bags sat. There wasn't much but it was her stuff. "Did they manage to get my ID and bank cards?"

Dyson shook his head. "No, apparently your apartment had been broken into shortly before The Ash's people had shown up. Some documents were missing and I'm assuming your bank cards and ID were taken as well. I was informed that The Ash had informed your bank and a new temporary has been issued."

Simone sighed. "Fuck," she mumbled more to herself than to Dyson himself. Without another word she ripped into a bag finding some of her clothing. She yanked a pair of gray jeans from the mess as well as a cowl neck shirt. Next she went in search of her undergarments finding them tucked rather neatly in a box. She frowned at that but found herself not actually wanting to know the reason why. She pulled a bra and matching underwear set out, stalking with a huff to the bathroom.

While changing she allowed herself to actually cry a little. Her home, the place she had lived for the last five years, the place she had taken sanctuary, had been violated and torn to pieces for what? Some fleeting hope that they could find where she had gone to? Of course they knew where she was, at least they knew the city since they had chased her there. But they didn't know where exactly she was. They were looking for some sort of hint as to where she was staying or who she knew in the city. They wouldn't find anything. She didn't have many contacts and the ones she did, well they weren't easy to find.

She wondered briefly if her cell phone had been amongst the missing items. It wasn't as if she had anything of importance on there, just a few texts from her cousins and an old friend who didn't even live in the country.

"Was my cell in the stuff that went missing?" she called as she exited the bathroom dressed in her own clothing. It was the best she had felt in weeks, being able to walk around in her own clothing, like she was finally in her own skin once more.

"Dyson?" she questioned when she found the main room of the open apartment empty save for herself and her boxes. Sighing, she ran a hand through her thick hair. She couldn't believe that he had run off without so much as an explanation as to why.

Walking her way barefoot over to the couch she saw a scrap of paper on the table. With furrowed brows she picked it up finding a sloppily written note. Beside it were her car keys and the very phone she had been thinking about moments go. She read the note:

Meet me at the Dal. I'm sure he'll be glad to see you after all these years. -Dyson

Smiling brightly she ripped through one of the boxes labeled 'clothing' in search of a pair of shoes coming up with her favorite pair of old worn black and blue converses. She stuffed her bare feet into them, forgoing socks. She grabbed her keys and phone before rushing out the door slamming it behind her. For the first time in so long she felt happy, truly so. She also felt safe, something she hadn't felt in several decades. Safe enough that she didn't bother to lock the door behind her. She didn't even check behind her, a habit she had grown so accustom to that it felt odd if she didn't. Today was different, she didn't need to look back. No one was chasing her.

Or so she thought.

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