AN: To put it simply DNRL is written for Ygure on Deviantart check her out! She is amazing. I am posting it on this from my DA account to make it easier for people to get to :) Enjoy!
Heather rubbed her hands as she looked about the subway station for a place to sit. It had been hours worth an interview for no damn luck but at least she tried. To bad Rebecca was unable to come to at least comfort her. Then again it was stupid of her to think that Rebecca could always be there for her at every second and every minute. Her mind was drifting off but the smell of the subway brought her back. Rebecca was an amazing thought but she had to make it home in one piece or at least Rebecca's home. Either way if Rebecca was there then she wanted to look presentable in some way. She found a bench with a young woman around in her twenties maybe sitting alone. "I...um...seat taken?" The woman looked up with a genuine smile and shook her head. "Then do you mind if I take a seat?" Heather took a gulp and waited.
"No. Go ahead." Heather sat down a little taken back by her accent. She wasn't from here Heather guessed. Maybe Europe? The young woman's attention went straight back to her phone. She was gorgeous very gorgeous to Heather. Heather guessed her phone was a way of passing the time and she wasn't doing anything rather important. That worked because Rebecca told her to interact with people at least a little. What to say though?
"Y-your not from America?" Heather thought it was a stupid question to ask but the only one she could think of at the moment. The young woman smiled and shook her head. Her smile there was something about it that gave her the impulse to smile back. Heather nodded at her and breathed into her hands rubbing them to warm them up. "May I ask where you're from?" The woman nodded at her.
"Sure," the young woman crossed her legs elegantly and turned to face her. "Spain." Spain? why would she be in a dump like this then? This town wasn't the best and someone like her you wouldn't expect to be in a second class dump such as this. It boggled her mind to think she came here willingly and not with a gun to her head.
"Spain?" She nodded. "Why are you here?" Smooth move dumbass, she thought to herself. It could have been taken as a rude question with the way she said it at that moment. She mentally hit herself for saying it the way she did and was ready to get up and move before starting any troubled.
"Visiting a friend in another state. Sight seeing. Had to pass through here first." Heather nodded. It made much more sense after all the airport here was an international one. Not many would stay in this town though. At least she didn't take the question the wrong way that was a start. Being social wasn't her specialty but at least she could Rebecca she tried. She tried definitely. She decided maybe she should keep quiet before she said something wrong. She looked at the woman and her eyes sparkled. She smiled again making Heather smirk slightly. It made her heart pound talking to her but the woman wasn't staying. "And you? You looked like you had something on your mind. Need to talk?" The woman offered.
"J-just a friend on my mind." She admitted. This woman was beyond gorgeous but Rebecca was just...Rebecca! It felt odd to realize the woman was attractive. Yet she had an aura that made her feel trustworthy and likable. It was unusual she resisted the urge to tell her.
"Tell me." The woman spoke sternly. Heather shrugged her shoulders and slouched putting her hands in her pockets. The woman opened her mouth to say something but Heather interrupted her unknowingly.
"It's just...Her eyes!" Heather exclaimed. "The most beautiful blue ever. Her face! So goddamn cute!" The woman smiled wildly as if she knew whom she was talking about. Heathers heart plunder faster at the fact she was talking to this gorgeous and beautiful woman but her heart pounded louder and faster as she started painting a mental picture of Rebecca. "Her hands...so gentle! Her skin so soft and amazing! Her lips...luscious. But he-" The look the woman gave her made her blush. "No no we haven't- I mean she-" The woman smiled brightly and nodded as if she knew exactly what she meant. "Why would she date me? Come on I'm..." Heather gestured to herself.
"Cute." Heather put her head down hoping she would stop blushing. "Your hard on yourself. Reminds me of someone," Heather looked up at her. "I tell her to shut the hell up. Want some advice?"
"I..uh...sure." Heather nervously spoke. She took a feel breath.
"Watch your back." Watch your back?
The train pulling up made Heathers focus be elsewhere. When she turned back the young woman was gone. That wasn't as odd to Heather as it should have been but she just shrugged. If the woman wanted to stay she could have so Heather didn't think back on it again. She got on the subway and took a seat. Thankfully it wasn't as crowded as it usually was considering she was claustrophobic. Being in those kind if situations wasn't that friendly to her. At least it wasn't full of mirrors or dogs.
She took a lone seat on the subway. It felt almost like a movie but she put her hood over her head and sat back in her seat. The small crowd was unusual but she paid them no attention because to her there was no reason to interact anymore. That woman though...an image of her was stuck in Heather's head. She was very gorgeous..."Shit." Heather cursed to herself. She looked at her phone four missed calls from Rebecca. There wasn't any service in the tunnel or she would have called back immediately. Shaking her head she put her phone back in her pocket and sighed. There was another mistake she made. With all the mistakes she was making she really didn't understand how Rebecca wanted her around but didn't care much anymore, as long as Rebecca was there she was happy and content. A wet and old smell irritated the subway but Heather tried to ignore it as best as she could. It was imaginable her mind wanted to run eight billion different ways as someone's mind would in the eerie scene with the old musky smell but she learned to keep some kind of control over her mind which was good on her part. She took a deep breath and stared out the window watching the concrete walls zoom by.
It reminded her of a lot of things. Memories started to swarm her mind. She was over thinking and remembering a lot at once. Usually in calm situations it happened and it would put her in a depressed mood as she tried to sort through everything. The only time it didn't happen was when Rebecca was there to make her smile. She sighed heavily as the depressed mood set in. Her brain refused to turn off and it was aggravating but she couldn't do anything except what she was and hope she could turn her brain off.
Maybe it was her brain playing tricks on her but the concrete walls that zoomed by so fast seemed like they where changing the slightest almost degrading. Heather blinked and looked again but it still felt like they where degrading. She gulped in air and watched hoping she was wrong. She was practically praying it wouldn't start peeling off in front of her. She sat at the edge of her seat with wide open eyes. She shook her head violently and looked. It was gone...everything was normal again. She exhaled a deep breath and hung her head down. A mere few seconds later and a ringing begun in her ears giving her an excruciating headache. She swore under her breath trying not to scream. The pain was all to familiar and it only made her heart thump causing her to panic inside. With an eye closed in pain she looked at the other passengers whom acted like they couldn't see what was happening to her. Of course not hardly anyone cared about her. She held her head in her hands clutching at it. The ringing disappeared but even though the excruciating pain did to a smaller headache was left afterwards. She shook her head and looked around hoping everything was still the same. She sighed in relief as she found everything was normal.
Her breathing turned heavy. She sat back in her seat. "Thank God..." She thought to herself. "At least I didn't end up in space." She nervously laughed to herself and closed her eyes tight. She just wanted off this damn thing already. She was hoping there wasn't much longer to go. If there was she'd simply scream and shout out loud. This was ridiculous...that feeling returned to her? Didn't she put the past behind her? No..sometimes the past likes to come back and bite you in the ass. Sometimes it just never leaves you but at least she was here still in the 'normal' world. If anything she could breath better now but it was a close call but maybe her mind was playing tricks on her. She was hoping THAT was it and not what she was thinking.
She felt a pair of eyes on her. When she looked she found a young boy dressed terribly looking and smiling at her. He wasn't very old but his clothes suggested he was homeless which was a shame. The young boy swung his little legs back and forth still keeping his eyes on her. His smile was full of joy and it tugged at her heart. The young boy jumped off his seat and walked to sit by her. This was very unusual but atleast it wasn't a creep trying to hit on her. "You gots no where to go?" He spoke to her as he swung his feet beside her.
"I have to get home to someone." She told him politely. He was nice and she guessed him around six or seven. He smiled bigger at her and nodded at her. "What about you hmm?" She asked with a smile on her face. At least she could smile for the poor boy if anything at all. She had some money in her pocket.
"Nah. I don't have no family." He looked down at the ground trying to avoid her eye contact. "But I can take care of myself miss!" He said triumphantly using his thumb to gesture to himself. She laughed at him and smiled even with her headache. "Well don't laugh at me! I am strong! I can do it!" He told her and playfully hit her arm. She cocked an eyebrow at him and smiled brightly.
"Oh I know you are. That's why I'm laughing." He gave her a confused looked. "Your stronger than most people today are. What's your name?" He shrugged and she gasped. "No name?" He shook his head. "Don't remember your parents?"
"...last thing I remember my dad told me I was ." He puffed out his chest. "He told me I should die. I didn't want to so I ran away and I been living here. The streets is my home." Heather put an arm around him instinctively and gave his shoulders a comforting squeeze. He smiled back up at her.
"Well I know what its like to have a terrible parent. My mom was way worse. My dad rescued me and was amazing. Sometimes you just need to be saved and let someone save you." He nodded and hopped off his seat. "Where you going?"
"I gots to go. Train gonna stop. Your a nice lady. Here." He handed her a blue rose and he ran off.
"Wait!" She tried to yell after him but it was to late. He ran off as the train stopped. She sighed and looked at the rose. It was definitely real and it was beautiful. It made her wonder where he got it from. She smiled at it gripping it firmly as she got off the subway. He was a very unique boy at least he was capable of taking care himself. She wished she could have taken him home. But she wasn't sure if she could take care of him..and most people didn't like single parents. Who would help her Rebecca? 'oh sure we'll adopt him and have a happy ending.' She sarcastically told herself. As soon as she stepped out o to the street her phone rang. It was Rebecca. "Hello?" She answered.
"Hey where the hell have you been?" Rebecca demanded. She woke up on her bed and Heather was simply gone. It scared the shit of her and for the past hour she was freaking out trying to call her before she decided to go on a rampage to find Heather. "I have been trying to get hold of you!" Rebecca spoke a little to loud. She heard Heather grunt which wasn't good at all for starters. She couldn't tell if it was an aggravated groan or an in pain groan. Either way it added to her worry. "I'm sorry...are you okay?" 'she'd better be or I'll hurt her!' Rebecca thought to herself. She honestly couldn't hurt Heather but she could threaten her all she wanted which was great in a sense.
"Yeah. Just a headache. Don't worry bout it Becca." Rebecca chuckled. Becca...cute nickname, or at least to Heather it was cute. It fit Rebecca perfectly. Heather rubbed her forehead and sighed in deeply. Today she felt was going to be a long day for the both of them. "I-I'm on way back." Rebecca muttered something making Heather shake her head as she crossed the crowded street carefully. Heather did the obvious look both ways before crossing the street thing and continued to walk down the sidewalk. She was being reluctant to let Rebecca off the phone. Her voice was kind of soothing her headache. "How did you sleep?" Rebecca scoffed sarcastically.
"Not bad," Rebecca sat at her table looking down at the paperwork she left it the way it was. She shook her head as she combed through it quickly. No progress at all going through the junks of paper. "So you made me get up and go to bed? I'm impressed." She was sincere about it. Usually she would nearly bite your head off and swear at you and then go back to sleep.
"Technically I carried you but yes. Impressed why?" Any conversation was a good conversation with Rebecca. She did indeed carry Rebecca in her arms and lay her gently in her bed covering her up before she left for the interview. As she continued to walk the crowding smoothed out and became less noisy.
"Wait so you picked me up," Heather muttered an mhm. "Carried me to my room, covered me up, and then left?" Rebecca tried not to giggle or laugh at the site. It would have been cute to see. She felt a little guilty for Heather doing that for her but it was a nice and cute gesture.
"Yeah I did." Heather felt a little embarrassed about it. "I wasn't going to leave you laying there on the table and I thought waking you up was rude." Rebecca finally gave in and giggles. "It's not like I would have stripped you down and had my fun with you." Rebecca laughed at the statement. Heather shook her head as she passed the mall. Rebecca was definitely enjoying this and Heather was trying to find something to say that wouldn't 'incriminate' her or make her sound like a complete idiot. That was hard especially when you have butterflies in your stomach. At least she figured it was butterflies.
"Sure you wouldn't. Your cra-" A thus coming from her living cut her off. "Crazy.." Intently she listened for another thud as she listened to Heather to. "Crazy is good I like crazy." She reassured Heather. She looked into the pitch black room hoping to find something moving like a cat even though it'd be crazy for a cat to be in her apartment. "By the way its almost six p.m. and you really didn't want me to wake up did you?"
"What do you mean? All I did was take you to bed close your bedroom blinds and that's it." Heather got a sense that something else was going on. A feeling arose in her body telling her to panic and it was working because she was starting to panic. "Rebecca?"
"It's just...my blinds are closed to all the windows the special blinds I got, and I'm guessing my curtains are to. It's practically pitch black except for my phone light and the lamp I have hooked up on the table." Rebecca was bewildered. There was literally no one else who could have done that except for Heather or herself. The blinds where specially made not even the littlest of light come in if they where completely closed and last she remembered they where all open as she was doing paperwork and such.
"I'll be home soon." Heather told her. Heather certainly DIDN'T do that. Rebecca couldn't have she was asleep. Either for some stupid crazy reason the building manager did it or someone broke in and Heather hoping that it was the manager. If someone broke in and was still there by the time she got there it wouldn't be an easy get away for him/her.
"Okay ple-" Another thud made her jump back in her seat a little. "Jesus..." She squinted taking a closer look. There was a moving silhouette or at least she thought it was moving.
"Rebecca...is someone there?" Heather asked urgently. By god if someone was she was going to beat them senseless and then some for endangering Rebecca's life and for breaking in. Her heart was pounding in her chest it was almost unbelievable that she could hear anything else. She had almost forgotten to breath..
"I...don't know." She looked closer as she swallowed harshly on air. The silhouette moved slowly but she almost certain someone was there and it was frankly scary. "Hello? is someone there?" No response. Now wasn't that kind of spooky? instead of being spooky her her survival instinct kicked in. She turned around to get the sharpest knife she had when a louder more certain thump sounded off scaring her. "If certain someone is...I-" Heather hung up leaving Rebecca alone and frightened. She could handle herself it's just human nature to get frightened at this kind of thing. Rebecca clutching the knife put the phone down quietly searching the darkness again for the figure as she slowly stood up. "Come out now slowly with your hands above your head." She ordered the intruder. It was lucky she still remembered all of her training for the R.P.D. "I am not joking." She stepped near the couch in the darkness carefully hoping to catch wind of him or her. "Your in violation of not only my privacy but the law. I advise you to handover yours-"
"Just like back then little girl." That was a vaguely familiar voice. It was eerie that she could barely remember the voice. "Not taking any chances." A pair of arms wrapped around her grabbing her hands to keep her from making and moves. There was a false move from him though he didn't think about her legs. Bringing a leg up she slammed her foot into his knee cap just enough to for him to let go and grab it in pain. She outstretched her arm with the knife only to have it caught by him. "Hey I just-" She made a lucky shot bringing hand into his throat hard causing him to stumble and cough. She jumped over the couch to head for the door. "Shit...Come on!" She took a quick glance at him as he entered the light. His face made her stop with a jaw open and turn towards him.
"Billy?!" It was entirely a complete shock to her. It had been years since their first encounter! Yet she would never forget a face. He smirked at her and nodded. "You fucking asshole!" She screamed throwing the knife at him. He vigorously dodged it. Who could blame her? He had intruded and not identified himself when she asked who it was. It had genuinely scared her to hell and back only to find out it was a survivor but an asshole who was toying with her.
"Hey calm down I-" He raised his hands up surrendering.
"How am I supposed to calm down when you decided after all these years to come back and 'play' with me! Your a douche-bag Billy Coen!" She begun to pace back and forth. "Seriously! you broke in, scared me to death, and I could have killed you!" She yelled. Oh she WAS pissed off at him and it was very kind to him. "Actually I would have been fine with that!"
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Heather was already breathing hard from running to Rebecca's apartment but the sight inside only fueled angry for her energy to refuel. A man taller then them both stood holding Rebecca forcefully in his arm kissing her. He had black hair slicked back, jeans, and a casual T-shirt. Rebecca was trying to push him away but the way he had her hands pinned made it nearly impossible. It was definitely forced and that was a sight Heather didn't like to see. "Get." He raised his head up to see the fiery brunette for a second before feeling the intense pain of a fist hit his face making him let go dropping Rebecca and move backwards holding his nose. Heather quickly helped Rebecca up who gave a relieved look. Heathers focus was on the man more or less.
"Ah fuck!" He yelped. But as he let go of his nose an arm wrapped around his neck and swiftly brought him to the ground. It had been forever since someone had bested him. The worse part is it was a woman. He was old fashioned and though he wasn't sexist he never thought a woman would get the better of him it was surely surprising.
"Some sense into your head." Heather told him before grabbing a fistful of his shirt. This guy was definitely in for it. His most stupid decision was deciding to do this to Rebecca. She WAS going to teach him some manners or just beat him senseless for no reason except for the joy of it. Before she could raise a fist he shoved her backwards. She was lucky Rebecca had caught her before she fell backwards. Rebecca's eyes looked regretful at her and Heather would deal with that but this guy was rather an asshole. He was up on his own two feet ready for her. Heather stood up and gave him an evil look that chilled his bones.
"Okay that's enough! Bil-" Before Rebecca could finish Billy was already throwing punches. Rebecca held her breath as she watched Heather dodge them smoothly. Heather could fight to? Where the hell did she learn that?! It was extremely surprising because Heather always acted like a loner and most that she met didn't know how to fight at all. She had to off had some experience. "Alright that's enough!" No use. They where both going at it but surprisingly Billy had the more injuries he was bleeding from his nose with alot of bruises and Heather only seemed to have a few and her lip was bleeding a little but that was it. "COME ON KNOCK IT OFF!" Neither of them where listening.
Billy was trapped on the wall getting hit by this woman. She really did have more than he did. It was bizarre to him in many ways because it was so weird to meet someone as scary as her. She still had the same pissed off look as before and he was hoping she had gotten tired but apparently not. She was gritting her teeth as she pressed her arm to his neck choking him. 'She's gonna kill me!' Billy thought. The sad part was he was rusty and she had taken him completely by surprise. His respect for women had gone up completely.
"Heather! Don't!" Instantly Heather s grip softened slightly. She still kept her intense look on him. "Please don't...he's a survivor like me. Let him go this once." Heather backed up at her request and he rubbed his throat. Rebecca took a deep breath and put a hand on her shoulder comforting her. Rebecca was lucky at all that Heather had listened to her at least. She would have severely injured him more if Rebecca hadn't stepped in. Rebecca looked at Billy. "Just this once. You should leave."
"I'm so-" Heather took a step towards him with an angered look. Quickly he trudged out his way out of the apartment knocking things over. At least he was out of that woman's grasp...it's was scary crazy what she could do to him. He was in pain probably some bruised ribs maybe cracked but she was fine completely.
"Thank you so much." Rebecca jumped hugging Heather tightly. Oh God was she so glad Heather had showed up and she was glad Heather didn't kill anyone. When Heather hung up she was afraid Heather thought she was crazy or something and took her sweet time but from Heather's breathing and timing she could tell Heather had ran the entire way. Heather hugged her back with a smile. "You are so...gah!" Rebecca exclaimed smiling at her. Heather nodded at her genuinely. Bad thing was the asshole got a kiss on her. He was so damn frustrating he must have been horny or out of his goddamn mind. "Thank god you stopped that kiss!"
"I would never let such a perfect kiss continue." Heather rolled her eyes. "Besides Mr. I just got of jail wweeee doesn't deserve a kiss from someone like you." Rebecca laughed as she walked over to the table. What she meant was someone like him doesn't a kiss from someone so perfect in every way with no flaws. To Heather all her flaws where only strengths. Somehow Heather couldn't actually say that out of embarrassment but it was a sweet thought. If she could she'd have blurted it out but something was holding her back from saying it. "So uh..." Heather stood beside Rebecca who smiled at brightly. Heather looked down at the papers catching a glimpse of the information.
"Damn it! I'm sorry!" The table was a mess of papers. She had forgotten all about them during the commotion and left them scattered. She scurried to stack them all up again. From Heather's look she had probably seen more than she should after all it was the file Chris gave her. Rebecca wiped her mouth with her sleeve making sure that there was nothing left of Billy.
"Rebecca..?" Heather was utterly confused. "B.O.W.'s? Unknown terrorist group? Siberia?" She had only caught a few words before Rebecca had gathered them but it was enough to make her feel crazy and confused. She scratched her head in confusion.
"I...I can't talk about it." Rebecca felt bad that she really could not talk about it. It wasn't classified or anything Rebecca just thought the less Heather knew the safer she would be. Heather sighed and walked away from her. "I'm sorry!" She really was to!
"I'm expecting you to tell me when I ask if there's milk that 'I'm sorry i can't talk bout it. It's classified!'" Rebecca frowned at her. Well wasn't that a heart tugged much? She absolutely hated it when Rebecca was sad or upset she felt to blame every time even when she wasn't. "Hey..smile." Rebecca didn't look at her. That was worse. Heather opened her arms to Rebecca hoping she'd get the gesture. "Pretty please...?" Rebecca smiled slightly and walk towards her.
At the last second Rebecca slipped on a piece of debris. At that moment a million things swept threw her brain as she fell forward taking Heather with her. 'oh god I screwed up' she thought as Heather's arms instinctively wrapped around her as they fell. Rebecca was expecting her mess up to hurt Heather but the complete opposite happened. As soon as she realized what was happening she realized something was off. Their faces where a little to close. She felt a tingle on her lips it was a very enjoyable tingle that made her press her lips forward more. They where...kissing! They where actually kissing! Rebecca only deepened it and Heather's grip tightened as they laid on the floor.
Heather's heart sped up ten fold. God her lips where so smooth...so perfect, they felt so amazing and so right. It scared Heather but she was in love with this feeling, In love with those lips! It was beyond sensual for her. It was romantic and just so perfect! Butterflies filled her stomach more and more with each second. Rebecca broke the kiss looking at her with rose red cheeks.
"I-I...I'm so sorry!" Rebecca got up before Heather could think and made way to her room closing the door. Her heart beat and pounded faster than Heather's.
Heather laid back on the wooden floor wondering what the hell she did and how to fix it. That was just it...she didn't do anything because that perfect kiss those perfect seconds where on accident. It didn't change the fact she felt like she dud something to make Rebecca scared and run away..
