Hey there guys! It's been a while, huh? Yeeeeaaaah... I would say I'm lazy, but as you guys can see, I've put a couple short-n-crappy things up here since my last update. And I've been working on my own original thing wth zombies, humans, and lots of sexual tension between a male of each aforementioned grouping. (If you wanna read that, I'll be posting it on wattpaddotcom, but I won't tell you the username unless you ask, lol.) But ANYWAY. On the story. I'm not proud of this chapter, but oh well; you guys get some fluffy stuffs to fill in just enough between the last part and some hopefully tension-filled moments between Laurent and Jason. *purr* And hopefully one hell of a one-shot after it's all over. NOW READ. :D

"I want that kind, daddy! Please? Can I have it? Please, please, please, please, please? I was really good on the car ride; I didn't even change the radio! Please, daddy, can I have it?" Kiran whined cutely to his father, tugging on his jeans then on the hem of his button-up shirt.

Laurent looked down at child and ruffled his hair. His gaze swept up to the sweet looking young woman at the counter and smiled at her as well, "May we have a medium cheese, pepperoni, and pineapple pizza? Seems my little man wants some as soon as possible." He pulled the money from his jean pocket, and the young woman's cheeks colored slightly when her fingers brushed his in the exchange. The father smiled at her bashfully flirty expression; she didn't know he wasn't into women.

"If you don't mind me being forward, I've never seen you before. Did you just move in nearby?" Her expression was hopeful and confident. Laurent was taken aback for a second, his smile faltering as he saw those mixed emotions in her eyes. She was hoping for something she wouldn't get, he could always tell as much with women. She leaned forward, her breasts straining against her work shirt, probably hoping he would notice them with more enthusiasm than he had her sultry eyes.

"Oh, yeah. You now that little lake nearby," when her eyes widened and a sort of fear overcame them. She leaned away once more, looking almost fidgety. Laurent quirked a brow ever so slightly at her, "Yeah, I moved in over there."

"But didn't you hear about what happened over there?"

"About that poor kid drow—" Laurent cast a wary glance at his overly attentive son. Kiran met his daddy's gaze and grinned widely, eliciting a grin from both the serving woman and his father. "Do me a favor and find us a table, kiddo. I'll be there in a minute; don't forget napkins!" As the little boy trotted happily away, babbling ever so slightly to himself and his Transformer about napkins and pizza, Laurent looked back at the young woman. "But yes, I heard about the drowning years ago. It's a shame, but there's nothing I can do about it."

Her eyes were frantic now, and she looked as if she wanted to bolt and shake him to death at the same time. Laurent was about to ask her if she was feeling well when she leaned forward once more, this time conspiratorially. The voice which had been slightly flirtatious and at a comfortable volume just moments ago was quiet and nervous beyond any possible doubt, "No, not that. That was just the beginning. He… he kills people now. One of my ex-boyfriends went over there to party with a group of friends… and… and… never came home."

Now Laurent felt purely callous. So what if the young woman's boyfriend (actually, her EX-boyfriend) hadn't returned from partying? He had probably gone off to some other girl's house and then proceeded to stay there. What use would it be to tell his ex-girlfriend that he wasn't going to be coming back to the little town? "You know, honey, when guys break up with you, they probably won't—"

"We were dating when he went to that party."

"Oh. So he left to be with some other girl. It's not uncommon."

The look on the girl's face made Laurent feel like the biggest dickhead in the world. She looked close to crying, but still worried for Laurent at the same time. Apparently, his uncaring, cold words had no effect on her ability to show compassion for others. But he didn't like her trying to dissuade him from living in a place he actually liked. It was like telling someone not to keep the animal recently purchased from the humane society; one just shouldn't do that.

"I'm sorry, but your boyfriend's disappearance, no matter how hard it must have been, has nothing to do with—"

"The cops… they found him later. He was still at the camp."

"Oh, good. Was he arrested or something then?" Probably all the pot he had smoked while camping. The few experiences Laurent had had with pot in high school had shown that his friends all had the same sort of responses; they couldn't figure out how to go back home when they were high and were complete idiots. They forgot everything for some reason and got easily distracted.

"No. He was there… in three different areas of the campgrounds. He… they…" She looked close to crying and glanced at Kiran as he sat wiggling in a green, padded booth along one of the walls, "It's not safe there. No children have ever died there since Jason, but…"

The woman's explanation for her missing boyfriend hit Laurent harder than a punch in his face. The young man had been found in three different areas of the camp. At the same time. The camp Laurent and his little boy were planning on living in for at least until the end of Kiran's high school life. He had a very unpleasant feeling that he knew who had dismembered the teenager.

"Sir?"

He couldn't respond. No words seemed right enough for the situation, and that made it even worse for Laurent. There wasn't enough money in the bank to move to a new apartment, the young father was still in search of a stable job near the old campground, and he couldn't leave his child at home alone until he found someone to stay at home with him. Laurent was beginning to wonder if he should fake being straight until he could afford to get them off that land, away from the sociopath stalking the woods. His son needed a woman to watch over him.

"Sir? Please… are you okay?"

Laurent's dark eyes met the girl's, and he forced a rather convincing smile. "I'm fine, sweetie; it was just a bit unnerving to hear you say he was found in three different places. Whoever was there before we showed up sure is a sicko."

She wasn't buying it, and he could tell. The woman crossed her arms, ignoring the beginnings of a line forming behind the handsome man before her. "You're worried about your boy; I can tell. And you should be. Jason Voorhees is a dangerous man, a dangerous zombie, and a dangerous enemy. You need to get off that land as soon as possible."

Again, he forced a smile, "You've got me all wrong. I'm not worried about some psycho tromping around my freshly purchased property. That thing you said just gave me the creeps, and seeing as I have a very vivid imagination, I got pictures of that happening to my boy." He hoped, wished, prayed that she would believe that thin, obviously false excuse for his expression and leave it at that.

But the young woman at the counter wasn't about to let him alone just yet.

"Have you seen anyone at all at the lake?"

"What do you mean? Of course I've seen people; I had to buy the property, didn't I?"

By the look on her face, Laurent knew he wasn't on the top of his game that afternoon. He probably wasn't even scoring any points for himself at all with such pitiful explanations. Avoidances, more like, said the bitchy little voice he loathed to call a conscience. He was tempted to tell it to shut up, but knew that would look a little too weird in public. Hell, it looked weird in private, too, if he thought about it.

But that was totally off topic.

The cute cashier sighed and smiled, shaking her head. At least he was blessed with her thinking he was just cute-but-stupid rather than making up shit as he went along. Her smile was almost condescending though, making him want to tell the truth about the humongous man who had thrown a machete at him less than two days ago. But that would be senseless and silly, just like talking to himself. She would merely continue with her little tirade about some poor kid who came back from the dead as a grown man and kills people. The last thing Laurent wanted to do was feed her legends.

"Have you seen anyone out of the ordinary over there?"

"Not unless you count finding a locket in the water as weird."

That got her going again. Her eyes widened marginally, and her arms dropped to her side once more. Laurent was beginning to focus on the muffled movements of the people behind him as she spoke, "You found Jason's locket, the one from his mother? That's great! Now you can get him to leave the lake, and you'll be safe."

"Okay, so let me get this straight. I just found an old necklace that may or may not belong to a dead boy, and I'm expected to give it to the crazy man that seems to be stalking me around my own house. That sounds absolutely enchanting, I must say."

The knowing stare she gave him was annoying. "So you have seen someone. A man around your house, wandering around the lakeside area. Does he have a machete?"

It was time to cut the bullshit, and Laurent's voice was monotone, "Had."

She giggled, suddenly looking extremely excited. Laurent half expected her to clap her hands and jump around, "You took his weapon! Now you just have to figure out how to get him to leave. Or even kill him!"

The very idea of killing the man was appalling. If he was as dangerous as this woman was saying, then he would have killed Laurent when he was retrieving his keys. Or he would have killed him in his sleep the night before. Or something to that effect; either way, he wouldn't be at the pizza parlor. Hell, he could have killed him at any point after he had driven up and talked to the old man!

Laurent coughed lightly and opted for the best thought he had. "Maybe we should just pretend this whole conversation is long over and you just give me my change, sweetie. I've got to go be with my little boy before he gets worried that I forgot about him."

A glare was the only obvious response he received before five assorted coins were forced into his uplifted hand with more pressure than necessary. Laurent smiled and winked at her, but she didn't smile back at him like the flirty little lady she had been minutes before. Her gaze was steely and cold. The young father felt awkward for only a moment before turning on his heels gracefully and walking to his son.

Little Miss Kill-That-Man was put out of his mind as soon as Kiran smiled. There was a handful of half crumpled napkins scattered over the tabletop, and the little boy pointed at them with his Transformer still in his fist, "I got the napkins like you asked, Daddy."

"I can see that; you did a really good job, buddy."

That single sentence made Kiran beam at him. And Laurent beamed right back, adamant that his son's happiness alone could chase the shadows of fear and worry from his mind. When the pizza finally came to their table, and they were eating in a sort of silence—the father learned that there was no such thing as absolute silence when small children ate messy food—Laurent hated that the thoughts would not leave. Granted, they weren't anywhere near the woman's thoughts on this Jason, but… they still worried him.

"Daddy, I'm ready to go now."

Without saying a word, Laurent left the little pizza place hand in hand with his son. A glare pinned itself to the back of his skull, and he knew that the young woman was angry at his blatant disregard for her advice and for the safety of his own son. Jumping into the car quickly, Laurent even managed to catch a glimpse of the angered cashier staring at him. A cocky wink in return, and he sped out of the little parking lot with its faded lines cracked asphalt. There was no telling if he would ever go back there, now.

They stopped off at a little grocery store, and Laurent picked up a few much-needed items. A flashlight, ice for the ice-chest, assorted toiletries, soaps, and other little things he should have thought to bring when moving to a new place. He was just thankful he didn't have Ginger (or any other woman for that matter) living with him. It was just awful how often they felt the need to go shopping for food or other items, and this little town seemed barely sufficient for someone who hates shopping for even food.

Just that once, Laurent thanked God for letting him love cock.

At about 2:15, they were back home and parked. Kiran leapt from the vehicle, spouting cute nonsense about a Decepticon attack in his race back to the cabin with Prowl. His father watched for a matter of moments before climbing out of the old Camaro and closed both the driver and passenger doors. He popped the trunk and retrieved the groceries slowly, almost wishing that he was being watched by the Big Bad Jason Voorhees again. Would make for good gossip later, too, once he wasn't killed by the supposed maniac.

With a sigh, he walked slowly in the direction of his house.

:D:D:D:D:D:D

Jason stared wide-eyed at the little boy. The face that reminded him of his own childhood days of staring at windows and wondering why people were afraid of him was watching him with curiosity. He didn't run. He didn't scream. The sight of an unusually large man with a photograph held gently in one large hand, standing in the open doorway to his house… that didn't even phase the little guy. He just stood there and stared at him with big hazel eyes.

For once, the killer wished he had the ability to talk again.

A tentative step forward from the shocked man, and the little boy sprang into action. He walked forward quickly, seemingly also undisturbed by Jason's unique dead-animal aroma and took the large man's hand in his own. All the while, he chattered softly to his new 'friend' about Transformers and pizza… as he walked him in the direction of the parked car. Jason stopped, almost causing Kiran to lose his balance.

"You don't want to meet my Daddy?"

Again, Jason wished he could talk. Even if it was only to tell the child to let go of his hand. He feared he might hurt the little guy if he was to rip away from him. To respond, Jason merely shook his head in mild fear (no, not fear… it was unrest) and agitation.

"But you'll like him! I think Daddy likes you… he kept looking back at the trees after he took his keys back. And he never looks at people a lot without liking them," Kiran smiled, revealing more about his father than Laurent (or Jason for that matter) wished the killer to know. But the very idea of being liked by anyone other than his mother caused the undead man to pause, his stomach swirling pleasantly along with his head.

Jason made a motion with the hand still holding the photograph; a motion for the little boy to continue what he was saying, maybe even explain himself. And that was when Kiran saw what was in his hand. He reached up gently and pried the picture away, staring happily at it before putting it back between the same, rotting fingers.

"That's the picture of my Mommy and Daddy together. Before I was born, I think. They were married, then, and Daddy says I was in Mommy's tummy… and that was before Daddy told Mommy that he… he…" the little boy looked lost in thought for a moment, attempting to conjure up the perfect words to fit the situation. Jason cocked his head to the side, curious still. The lightbulb lit inside the boy's brain and he joyously pronounced, "He told her that he still loved her but he thought he loved men in a different way. He said something about liking a guy named Dick, too…"

The killer's mind reeled. This Laurent Spencer was… and he liked… and… the strange thing was that Jason's stomach had flipped again, this time much stronger. He wanted to rip himself away from the boy to sort out his thoughts; first, he was repulsed by the very thought, but then… his mind drifted to scenes he had watched many times between teenagers just before he gutted them. But those scenes had this little boy's father in them... and Jason himself.

Oh God, no. NO!

Depraved, nasty, wrong! Jason's mind was screaming conflicting thoughts at him. On one hand, he was his usual self, wanting to kill the man for becoming even more sinful than he had first appeared. The other hand, well, that side was screaming something a little different. Never having become a sexual creature, Jason didn't understand that side. It felt wrongly right. Uncomfortable and nice. And his worn jeans were chaffing in an area they had never been uncomfortable before.

And now the man's footsteps were to be heard. For the first time in his whole life (and reanimated afterlife), Jason thought a single, foul word.

Fuck.

He let out a whimper that was so much unlike his old self that it frightened his overworked brain further. What was he supposed to think, supposed to do? The man was sure to be frightened of him, the killer was stuck in the clutches of a little boy he would never hurt, his pants were hurting his crotch now, and his brain was telling him to strangle the man… no, now it was licking him in numerous inappropriate areas. (Why did his pants get so much more uncomfortable when he thought so sinfully? The pain had to be punishment!)

So Jason made a second split-second decision. One that he knew he would regret later. He scooped the tiny child into his strong arms and stalked purposefully away from the sound of footfalls. There was bound to be some sort of Godly hatred on him now… he had stolen, thought sinfully, swore, and kidnapped a child all in one day. Jason shrugged away the raw fear he felt from the thought of not being allowed to protect his lake anymore and walked into the woods with Kiran. It was the only thing he could do without causing bloodshed.

And Kiran didn't seem to mind one bit. If anything, he might have looked the part of the schemer while he played idly with Prowl in Jason's gentle arms. He liked the big man and he liked his Daddy… what better parents could he have if two people he liked came together? He'd always wanted a second parent to live with Daddy and make them both happy, so why not get to know his future second parent? Making a friend and second parent in one day was quite nice, so he had objections.

Kiran only began to frown when he heard his Daddy yelling for him. But he never squirmed to get away from Jason. He knew his Daddy could find them if he wanted to.

So Laurent likes a guy named Dick, huh? Yeah, I'm totally sure that it was a man named Dick and not something else we all call that word... ;) And I'm also totally sure that his hard-on is Godly wrath of the yummiest kind, tee hee. R&R, please!