Chapter seven, enjoy!

Chapter Seven: Questions

Aaron's POV

She was looking at him with that wide eyed look of disbelief. He had knocked her weapon of choice from her hands to avoid getting beamed in the head himself. A frying pan in this case. If the situation hadn't been so dire at that moment he may had been able to find the humor in all of this. Only Lily could fight off three armed gun men with only a frying pan. Somehow this was not a surprise to him. She turned out to be a fighter.

He had taken ahold of her first to avoid getting hit and second to snap her out of her fight stance long enough for her to realize he was not a threat. At least to her.

"Hey, Lily! It's me I'm not going to hurt you" Once she saw who he was she immediately stopped struggling.

"You!" She said slightly breathless. "How did you find me?"

"Oh, I can always find you sweetheart." He answered her with a crooked half smile.

"What?!" She asked seeming to be confused. He immediately began looking for signs of any injuries. He took her face gently in his hands, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"Are you hurt?"

"N-no. Just scared." She answered almost shyly. Without thinking he suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace. They seemed to fit, like she was meant to be there. She tensed up for a moment and then relaxed, clinging to the front of his shirt.

"I thought I was going to be too late. I didn't think I was going to get here in time." He whispered in her ear, cradling her head. He had been so afraid that he had lost her and for some unknown reason that scared him even more. "But then I saw your ability to wield a frying pan." She pulled away and looked up at him in that moment with a questionable look. "You have one heck of a swing on you." In that moment she tried not to smile but couldn't completely hold back... She pulled completely away and looked up at him.

"So what's really going on out there?" She asked Looking down at her he answered.

"I think you know." She paled for a moment before she answered.

"Yeah, well troubles my middle name." She then looked down at her feet and seemed to be slightly embarrassed. He ducked his head to get her to look at him for a minute. When she wouldn't he placed his hand under her chin and gently lifted her head until she was.

"Hey" He said quietly "You're worth it"

"Why are you so nice to me?"

"Why are you?" He suddenly became more alert and straighten. "Listen, we can talk about this all later but first we need to disappear. They will be sending more agents soon and I for one don't want us to be here." She nodded her head and then he continued "I need you to get a few things around, anything that's important to you and then we disappear."

"I already have a bag packed. I knew they would be coming, just not this soon." She seemed nervous and she was oh so full of secrets.

"It seems we really do need to talk." She sure was full of secrets and he still wasn't sure how he knew her.

As they made their way down the stairs he told her what his plan was.

"We need them to think that we are dead so I think the best bet is to burn the place down." She nodded her head and went for her bag as he found cans of gas and started to spill it throughout the house. The smell was strong and he could see her trying not to let it bother her. She was strong, he would give her that, but this could not be sitting with her well. He was, after all, essentially burning down her house. She stood by the door waiting for him looking like she was in a state of shock but her eyes read determination and a spark of anger, regret? He wasn't sure but he did have to get her out of here and then he would worry about the rest. She looked lost in thought as he approached her and handed her the lighter.

"I think you should be the one to do this" he said to her. She looked at him as she took it and lite the fire.