I didn't realise I'd fallen asleep until I felt a big warm hand gently shaking me awake again. I clamped my eyes shut tighter and snuggled deeper into the chair, rolling away from the dream killer.

"Mer." I said grumpily, praying for a few more minutes of sleep.

"Cleo, we gotta go, the train's gonna leave soon,"

"Go away, mother." I repeated, louder this time but twice as sleepy, shrugging the hand off my shoulder. A deep chuckle emmited from the human heside me.

"Mother?" He said. I rolled over again to look into Luke's blue eyes.

"Oh, hey," I mumbled, my cheeks flushing pink.

"Sleep good?"

"Hmm, I wouldn't know, someone was snoring all friggin night and then has the nerve to wake me up at the crack of fucking dawn on a Thursday!" Lets just get one thing straight, I am not a moring person. Nor a night person. Or even an afternoon person. I'm just pretty anti-social on Thursdays and Sundays to be quite honest.

"Um, sorry," He muttered with a smile, "So anyway, the train leaves at eight thirty-ish, so we should get there around ten. Its seven now, so we can find a restroom and freshen up and then get some grub, that'll bring us to about eight--"

"Whoa, Father Time, give it a rest will ya?!" I hate schedules.

"So, that'll bring us to about eight," he carried on like I hadn't spoke," I phoned a friend to pick up my car and take her back to my Grandpappy -- I don't want her getting hurt --"

"Ugh," I moaned, rubbing my head as if by magic, the killer headache would dissolve, "I cant be doing with you today." I stated, cracking open the car door and getting the stuff from the trunk.

Hey, where are you going?" Luke shouted after me.

"Bathroom." I flicked the hair out of my face and hitched my bag higher on my shoulder, almost knocking an old woman to the ground in the process.

When I got into the train station, I followed the arrows to a bathroom and dumped my bags on the floor of the empty room.

I looked at the mirror and nearly screamed. I was a state! I splashed cold water on my face in a surprisingly effective way to rid my face of the mascara and eyeliner that tainted my cheeks.

I dried my face and dug around in my duffel for a brush. The money sock fell out. I stared at it and thought about what I was doing. Heading off to an alien place with a total stranger with money I'd stolen off my brother. Yup! Sounds like me.

I stuffed the money sock deep into the bag in an attempt to stuff all of the guilt down there too.

I'm really not the guilty type, but this whole thing made me want to crawl into a hole. I was ashamed of myself, but I thought of the bruise that had flowered on my cheek and swallowed the sadness.

I found the brush and began painfully dragging it through my brown locks. I left it down and found a hair band to keep my head from looking totally boring.

"Its time for a new start." I said aloud before taking myself and my bag into a cubicle to change.

Luke POV

I watched Cleo's hair swing as she huffed away, sending some old lady flying with her bag. Okay, she's hot when she's pissed, but Hell, is she hard to handle.

I got out my phone again and hit 3 on speed dial. The phone rang three times before it was answered.

"Yes?"

"Okay, she's gone, but she's took her bags with her, bitch. I'll get her away from them so I can take a look through it. She's got to have some cash in there." I said quietly even though I sat alone in the car.

"Dammit, Lucas! You better have something to give me by the time Jett gets the car, you know what will happen if you don't." the voice threatened.

"Sorry, Penny." I said, swallowing subconsciously and sitting up ramrod straight in the chair, "I promise I'll have something." I didn't tell her that I had the opportunity to snoop through Cleo's bags when I put them in the trunk outside the diner.

"Now that's a good boy," I shuffled around in my seat, glancing down awkwardly at the lump in my jeans. This woman was sexy and fuck but she scared the shit right outta me, "Do you remember what you have to do when you get into New York?"

"Yes, Ms Smith."

"Now run along, Lucas, you have a job to do," She said with her silky voice. I bit my lip to stop from groaning out loud as my painful hard-on pressed against the fabric of my pants. "What's wrong?" Penny asked, I could practically see the smirk on her face.

"Nothing, you know what you do to me," I added, grinning like a schoolboy.

"Aw." She pouted, "Maybe you can get that little hitchhiker of yours to help you out with that."

"But she's not nearly as hot as you," I said, which wasn't entirely truthful.

Penny chuckled and put the phone down.

"Cock tease." I said to myself. Sighing as I wondered where Cleo had got to, this erection wasn't gonna relieve itself now was it?

I climbed out of the car, locking it behind me and trudged across the parking lot and into the station. I sat on a bench near a sign for a restroom and waited, tugging my shirt down over the bulge in my pants and wriggling about to make myself more comfortable.

I cant say I particularly liked working for the Smiths, but it wasn't half bad either when I got a free fuck every now and then when I did a good job. The organization was run by sisters Penelope and Evangeline Smith. If there was anything those two nymphomaniacs loved more than what nymphomaniacs tended to love, it was money. They were rolling in the stuff, but still they wanted more. And not even in a Robin Hood 'Steal from the rich; Give to the poor' type thing, they just wanted lots of it.

I agreed to help them after the first time I ran away. They found me alone, pretty much like how I found Cleo, and they helped me. I agreed to return the favour and help them.

After me and Cleo had got to the train station, I'd called Evie Smith to tell her I'd found someone. And being a Smith, she'd managed to make a file on Cleo within the hour. She told me her family had money, and that Cleo needed teaching a lesson.

Speak of the devil. Cleo came out of the restroom opposite me, spotted me and came over.

I stood up and angled my bottom half so she couldn't see the tent I was pitching. "You okay now, love?" I said, my eyes full of concern. I didn't want to break her, but I knew I had to or they'd break me.

She sighed and ran a hand through her tousled hair, "Hmm, yeah," She said, with a shy smile, "I'm so sorry." She added.

"Don't worry about it," I smiled back, "Lets go eat, I'm starved." I said, reaching for her bags.

"Thank you," She blushed and bit her lip. My erection pushed harder against my jeans, I pressed my lips together and breathed out through my nose. Cleo looked up at me, "Are you okay?" She said, furrowing her brow.

"Um, yeah," I said, looking into her gleaming pinky red eyes, "Lets go."