Hey guys! I just have a quick note that will be important later on in the story, and I just want you all to remember that my story is based right after the second season of the show.
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"What now?" Taylor asked wrapping the blanket around her shoulders tighter. She held the shard of the vase in one hand and felt the square of the picture in her back pocket. Willie was making himself at home, lounging on the top of the couch. She was barely holding herself together and it had taken a group effort to pull her out of Kelly's house.
Sam looked at her sympathetically, "We wait for now." He glanced at Dean pleading with his eyes. Dean just shook his head, looking down at his hands. Neither of them wanted to tell her about the sulfur.
"Just wait!? I can't just wait; we need to do something Sam! My friend is out there probably hurt, maybe dead! Who knows and the sooner we do something the sooner we can find her." Her eyes turned dark with anger but the tears stayed present. The sadness that also lingered there cut at Sam's heart.
"Taylor," he began, "we found-."
"-I ordered pizza for us, I'm not much of a cook," Jeremy said, walking back into the room and smiling, sat next to Taylor on the couch. He put his arm around her pulling her head down onto his chest.
"What were you saying Sam?" she asked.
"Uh.." he looked nervously at Dean, "nothing. It's nothing."
There was silence for a moment.
"So Taylor what have you been up to for the past few months?" Jeremy asked, his eyes searching.
"I, uh, I've just been working with my brothers you know that. It's been something that I've needed to do, now that I've found my place." She smiled at him sincerely as she finished.
He frowned, "I'd rather have you here where I know you're safe."
"I know, but I've finally figured everything out and I'm happy doing what I'm doing."
Her smile faded.
His face was hard, "And what is it that you have been doing." He glanced at Sam and Dean. Sam awkwardly turned to look out the back window, getting the feeling that they were being watched again.
"Working, Jeremy. You know that," Taylor answered, her voice irritated now.
"But what do you do?"
Taylor sat up and looked at him, "We solve cases, we help people."
Jeremy gave her a sharp look and leaned forward, hands together in his lap. After a second of thinking he grabbed her hand and pulled her off the couch, into the kitchen and out the back door.
"What the hell Jeremy!" She yelled, yanking her arm away as soon as they were outside.
"We need to talk," he said in a quiet voice.
"About what!"
"Us."
"This is not the time-."
"This is the perfect time Taylor, there was no better time. God." He pulled her towards him again as he said this. He sighed and Taylor tried to see his expression but it was dark in the back with no light but the one from the living room and kitchen windows.
"Taylor I Love you," Jeremy finally said. "And I don't care what you and you're brothers do, but I need to be with you. Especially now that Kelly's missing, I'm more worried about your safety than anything else."
Taylor's mouth gaped; she closed it and opened it again, feeling like a fish out of water.
"You can't pull the L card on me now!" frustrated she ripped her hands from his and ran one of them through her heavy hair trying to clear her head.
"What do you mean I can't pull the L card-."
"Jeremy," Taylor paced up and down the grass, "how can you say that now of all times."
"Babe, I wanted to tell you before you left, but I didn't think it was gonna do any good," he explained, reaching out for her again. But she held her hands up in defense.
"Why now, Jeremy, why now?"
"Because I love you."
"Jesus."
Jeremy reached for her again, this time catching her arm and pulled her against him.
"It shouldn't matter that it's a little late, I said it now."
He looked down at her smiling; she returned the look with a little touch of confusion.
"Now it's your turn," he said.
"What?" she asked.
"To proclaim your undying love for me."
This produced a laugh from her. "So?"
"Jeremy…" she sighed and went back into the house. He followed.
"It's okay, you don't have to say it right away, I'll let you have some time to think about it."
"I just…Kelly's missing and that's all you can think of?" Taylor turned to look at him with her hand on her hip, the other leaning on the small table. His grin faded, blue eyes hurt.
"That's not how it is."
"Oh well then explain to me how it is?" Taylor crossed her arms and raised her chin to him.
"A man can't tell the girl he's known since high school that he loves her and that he wants to be with her!" Jeremy bellowed. He let out an angry breath and ran a hand through his hair; it was very rare to hear him yell.
"Not when his friend is missing," Taylor yelled back, turning and walking away. He caught her wrist.
"We're not done," he said in a dark voice and turned her back to face him.
She glared back and stuck her chin out at him.
"I have nothing left to say."
"Oh, that would be a first."
She tried to push him away, but he held tight.
"Let me go!"
"Not until we talk," he reasoned.
"Fine, you want me to talk, I'll talk. I think you're being selfish and self-centered, when all you can think about is us and not our friend that's missing and possibly dead."
His eyes darkened as she said it, she looked at him warily as she watched the anger spread through his rigid face.
"Uh, guys," a quiet voice said from the door of the kitchen. "Pizza's here." Sam looked anxiously from Taylor to Jeremy.
"Good," Jeremy answered, "but I can't stay." He glanced at Taylor one more time then let her go; he grabbed his jacket as he left.
Taylor stood there stunned by the words that had just come out of her mouth.
"I think you should go after him," Sam suggested, biting into a piece of pizza.
Taylor glanced at him, then at the door.
"Ya think?"
"Yeah, you shouldn't leave things hanging," Sam explained taking another bite.
Dean came into the kitchen then, smelling the pizza.
"Dude that was intense," he said grabbing a piece. Taylor rolled her eyes and hurried out the door.
Jeremy was just about to get into his car. He stopped when he saw her. She paused for a second then went over to him. He slammed the door and leaned against it.
"Hi," was all she could muster at his sullen look. He nodded but didn't respond. Unable to think of something to say she leaned against her car parked next to his. They stared at each other for a few minutes.
"So…" he said.
"So…" she said.
"Well, this was interesting but I have better things to do."
"No, no, no, don't leave, please, I want to apologize," Taylor took an attentive step towards him.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, so I just blurted some crap out, but I didn't mean it really."
"So you don't think I'm selfish and self-centered?" He crossed his arms his blue eyes filled with amusement.
"No," she gave him a small smile.
"Good."
"Yeah, I just don't understand why you waited to tell me now. You have to admit, it wasn't exactly the best timing." She rubbed her arms against the cold, ignoring the cool concrete against her bare feet. Jeremy pulled off his jacket and set it on her shoulders; she pulled the worn brown leather tighter around her shoulders.
"Honestly, I wanted to tell you before you left, but I was…I was scared I guess."
"Of what? Little ol' me?" She grinned up at him.
"Yeah you," he answered smiling back, "and of what you would say."
"What did you think I would say?" she asked moving closer.
"Well, it was mostly fear of rejection," he answered. And she knew that he was telling the truth as her eyes searched his blue ones. As they stood there the wind ruffling his grey t-shirt, she knew the answer.
"How could I refuse you?" she asked, closing the distance between them. His wide grin was catching and he had her grinning too. He started to lean in towards her. She leaned too, but something caught her eye in her peripheral vision. Her brothers were standing in the front window making kissy faces at her and Jeremy. Jeremy laughed and she gave her brothers a choice finger, making her brothers' laugh and Jeremy laugh harder. She turned back to him and tugged his shirt until his mouth met hers, surprising him. He fell into the kiss easily, soft at first then a little deeper. She pulled away first, keeping her eyes closed a second to cherish the feeling. Then when she opened them again, he was grinning madly at her.
She laughed and started back towards the house.
"Come on before the two knuckleheads eat all the pizza."
Jeremy, still dazed, followed her into the house.
