I froze. That males voice I had heard a lot. Both in and out of my dreams.

I spun on my heels.

"Tristan!" I yelled as I ran over to him and jumped on him.

"Good! There for a moment I thought that you forgot about me." He said as he hugged me back.

"Wait." I whispered as I pulled away to look up at him. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you since before I passed out in The Princes arms!" I whispered. It turns out that bear was sniffing Tristan. Even though I was just mad at him, I couldn't help but giggle.

"Well, I. . . Huh. . . Hey! Stop it!" He batted at bear, who started to go up on his hind legs.

"Tristan! Stop it! If you keep doing that, then he could be mad and attack you!" Tristan just froze.

I giggled and walked over to bear. I reached up, scratched under his chin until he came back down on all fours.

"There we go. . . Now never do that again, Tristan." I grinned up at him. Bear laid down, so I sat down next to him.

Tristan sat down next to me and pulled me over so my head was leaned against his shoulder.

"You never answered me. . . Why did you disappear?" I ask while looking at him. He turned his head the best he could and ended up kissing my nose.

"Have I ever told you how cute you are?"

I sat up to look at him. I glared at him, more like it.

"Yes, you have! Many times. Now answer me. Why aren't you telling me?" He set his palm on my cheek. He also gave me a sweet, soft smile. I slapped his hand away as hard as I could. He was shocked by this. "If you don't answer me right now, I will go running out there and gladly make out with Dustfinger!" I said, I was trying not to yell, but I almost did.

He just sat there watching me so I started to get up to go through with what I said I was going to do because maybe he didn't believe that I would really do it. Before I could get out of the opening of the tent, he grabbed my wrist.

"Wait. . . I don't want to tell you because I don't want you to hate me, and I would rather you make out with Dustfinger then be mad or hate me." He told me.

This made me even madder. I ripped my wrist out of his hand, grabbed him by the hair, threw him down, got on top of him and pinned his hands down on either side of his head.

"Please. . . Tell me. . . You know I care about you, but if you don't tell me then how could I ever trust you?" I ask.
He had turned his head away from me when I pinned him down, but when he felt something wet drip onto his face, he looked back up at me to see me crying.

(A/N: I am not really crying! They are fake tears just so he will say what he's been doing! Just wanted everyone to know before they get mad saying "Ah! She is crying again?!" So please be nice! Not real tears!)

"Lexi. . ."

"You know that I can't stand it! I need to know weather to trust you. . . Julian wasn't to be trusted and I understood that you could never trust Shadowmen."

"Lexi. . . I-"

"There you are. . . I have been looking everywhere for you!"

I whipped my head around to look behind me, at the opening of the tent, to see Dustfinger. I gasped. I didn't think it would be him, what was he doing here? Why isn't he with Brianna?

"Well? What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." He told me. He wasn't saying anything about Tristan. . . But, why? He's right under me, isn't he?

I looked down under me to see a soft blanket. Where did he-? Wait. . . He is a Shadowman, so he disappeared. I feel so stupid. I feel like a Baka.

"What is wrong with you? You are acting really strange."

"Huh? Oh. . . I'm okay. I'm fine. . . What did you want?" I turned over onto my back to look at Dustfinger, but instead I looked up at the top of the tent.

"Well. . . I just wanted to give you the medicine from Brianna and Roxane. . . I saw you run in here before I saw Brianna. Why did you do that?" I lifted my head to stare at him.

"Are you sure you want to know?" He just nodded. "You know how I feel about Roxane, well. . . I hate Brianna even more. . . Not only because she's your kid. . . She is even more of a Bee with an itch then Roxane. I really hate her." He looked like he didn't know what to say. I sat up and pointed at him. "I told you it wouldn't be nice."

He lifted an eyebrow.

"No, you didn't. You said nothing like that in any way.."

"Yes I did! I did when I ask if you really wanted me to tell you!"I yelled. He put his hands up in a way to shut me up. I pouted. He always does this when I try and talk to him. I feel like smacking him upside the head! Hey, I've done it before. "Hey, Dustfinger? Do you remember when I smacked you?" I ask him out of the blue. His jaw dropped as he just stared at me. I think I caught him off guard. "Well? Do you or don't you?" I ask.

"Oh, sorry. . . You just brought back the memory of how scared I can be of you. . . So, what do you think my answer is, Lexi?"

I grinned up at him sweetly.

"I think that you faintly remember it. . . It was your own fault, after all."

He sat down by me and laid down. I was temped to cuddle with him, but, since it The Prince's tent, I didn't.

"You and Farid are such a handful. . . Sometimes I wonder why I even deal with it." He sighed. I sat on his belly with one leg on either side of him. I set my hands on his chest and looked down into his face. Until he covered his eyes with both of his arms.

"Do you wish that I'd never followed you and Farid here?"

"Sometimes yes. . . When my kid grew up, I was hoping that I wouldn't have to deal with anymore. But, I guess I was wrong." Dustfinger whispered.

It made me sad to hear that.

"So. . . Would you rather me leave and you never see me again?" I laid my head on his chest, so I could hear his heartbeat and him. . .

Wait! I swear he just gasped. Did he? Even though he gasped, he didn't move or talk. I felt like falling asleep right here because I was not in any pain and his body heat was so warm and nice.

I was almost asleep when all of a sudden he started to sit up. I rolled off of him and laid next to him. I opened my mouth and let out a big yawn.

"I was almost asleep until you moved. . ." I whispered.

"If you want to go to sleep that badly then let me go get Farid or Prince or even Doria. I don't want to interrupt your sleep anymore."

I sat up and pushed him over.

"What did I do to make you so mad? I was just trying to sleep! There's no reason for you to be so mean." I told him.

"But. . . You don't understand. . . And I don't think you ever will. . ." Dustfinger whispered so low that I couldn't even hear what he said.

"Besides. . . I want. . . You!" I had grabbed his arm and pulled him back towards me. But, instead of falling back next to me, he fell back on me. Right away, though, I started blushing because his face was on my chest, or should I say my boobs?! "Dustfinger. . . I, uh. . . Um, I-" I stopped when the second most worst pain ever shot up my left side. "Ah!" I screamed.

Dustfinger got off of me and sat down beside me. It hurt so bad that I wanted to cry. To tell you the truth, the tears were in my eyes, but I wouldn't let them out.

"Farid! Prince! Get in here! Now!" I heard Dustfinger yell. I was on my side and grabbed onto his hand.

He wanted to hold me tight and stop the pain, but he knew that he couldn't and he didn't even want to try because he was trying not to believe that he really loves me. So, he thought that if nobody saw then it wouldn't be real. Even though it really hurt, I smiled at him.

"Wow. . . Prince and Farid are taking awhile."

Dustfinger just shook his head and smirked.

"Only you would be in this much pain and still be able to joke about something."