This is Natalie back with you guys with another chapter! You guys must thank Beth-Ann Koyle for this chapter because she reminded me that y'all are out here waiting on me to post. I am back and writing again, starting with this story! Thanks to all of you guys that reviewed and understood about my problems over here, it really means a lot. They're not fixed, they're actually worse, but I cannot ignore my writing anymore! I love you guys and my characters too much! All your reviews kept me going and I thank each and every one of you guys! So here's a bonus! Review the chapter, tell me what you think and then give me a sarcastic remark that you would like Asha to say and if I really like it, and it goes along with the plot I'm writing, then she's say it with a kudos to you at the end of the chapter! :D Well, on with the chapter, I know you guys are dying to read it. ;)

:)Natalie

I own Asha, Braiden, Nemisis, and the plot line.

The rest came from the beautiful mind of L.J. Smith!

Asha awoke with major vertigo, which was strange for her kind. She didn't know where she was, all she knew was that she was laying on a jean pillow in a moving car. Even weirder, Mom or Dad wouldn't send her anywhere in car she would be in a limousine.

"Did you sleep good?"

She jumped with a start, almost straight out the open window, "You're real!"

Braiden slammed on the breaks, and grabbed Asha's hands before she flew out onto the open highway, "Asha!"

She laughed, finally righted, "There's a line of cars honking behind us you know. This is a busy highway, people have jobs."

He started driving again, and she stared at him, he was so part of her dreams lately that she wanted to pinch herself, but then she might wake up. Her parents where soulmates, forever bound to each other, could it be true she had one, too?

"Are you okay?" He asked, noticing her staring.

"You're real," she repeated her earlier statement, but this time with a little worry, the problem she seemed to have with her picture mind is that all of it is image, never the real flesh. She couldn't lose the small piece she had now gained of time with her soulmate, she didn't want him to poof away.

"I'm real, Asha," he gave her name such a soft caress that she wanted to move closer, she wanted to be in his arms again, "You look like worried, Sweethear—Ash, don't worry about your parents, we'll find them, we'll figure this out from the safe house."

"My parents!" she yelled in exasperation. Cold ice water was just poured down her brain at the thought, she forgot about them, she was too interested in her happily ever after that she didn't know she wanted until she got it. Her parents, the ones that loved and cared for her. Her parents that are missing! She couldn't believe she forgot, she couldn't believe she was so heartless. Asha's porcelain face fell with sadness and her forehead creased with worry. Mom! Dad! Where are you?

"Hey, don't worry, everything will work ou—" Braiden started.

"Don't worry?" She whispered, the shouted, "Don't worry! Are you telling me I should worry about the two beings that gave me life? The two beings that cared for me ALL my life? My mother who RUNS A COUNTRY IN WHICH IS AT WAR WITH YOURS AND COULD BE IN GRAVE DANGER?" She composed her voice with a bored sigh, "Because I'm sure that's not something to worry about. Nope, no worries here." Asha gave Braiden a cutting look, who laughed.

"You're impossible cute when you're mad, you know that?"

"And you impossibly sound like every B-rate romantic comedy that I have ever had the unprivileged to be required to watch." She smiled a curt smile, but her body relaxed a bit into him, he said she was beautiful! She composed her face and asked, "What are we going to do?"

"Like I said, I bought us tickets for a train ride to London, where we will be flying straight to New York and on to Seattle where the safe house is and we'll work from there to try to locate your mom and dad with the technology there. We've already sent a team to your house to scout out any clues as to what happened."

Braiden kissed her head then, and she couldn't help the blush that spread across her face, she hid it in her long blonde hair and asked, "Do you need a chance to sleep? I could drive, if you want."

Asha pulled into the train station with a pouty looking Braiden in the passenger seat. He did not like to ride shot gun and let a girl drive him places, his mother brought him up on good southern-like charm. A charm that said, a man drives a lady where she has to go, but Asha's an insistant little bugger.

Braiden jumped out of the car quickly to open her door for her, he had to save his manhood somehow. "Here you go, my lady." He winked.

"No!" She scoffed, and closed the door quickly.

"No?" he asked, incredulous, "I'm just trying to be a gentleman and open the door for you! I was raised—"

"No, Braiden, I can get out like this, look at me!"

He looked down at her white tank top black short shorts, and spotted pink and purple bath robe and laughed, "I think you look just fine, I'm sure, they've seen sillier."

"Rashen people can't see there rulers daughter like this, Braiden." Her eyes were indigo and fierce, "please, can you go into that store and get me at least a jacket and some sweats, maybe a pair of sunglasses to hide my identity?"

His cheeks went red at the thought, "Um, sure, I guess. What—um—size are you?"

"Small."

She laughed as a very uncomfortable Braiden walked off into the store. Asha layed her head back and smiled, looking through her pictures in her mind. Braiden laughing in the car, his eyes the color of the purest gold, his smile so perfect and genuine and beautiful. Then she thought about it, really thought about it, he was beautiful. One hundred percent beautiful. His face, smile, hair, personality, sense of humor, everything. She couldn't understand it, he was her exact match, how could it be so perfect so easily, how could it feel like they were two bodies containing one matching soul so quickly? Was it fate?

"Miss?" Asha's eyes flew open at the new voice and saw a tall woman with flowing black hair and sun glasses at her window.

She opened it and said, "Yes?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry to disturb you," her voice was beautiful, almost melodic, "But I was wondering if you had any clue when the next train to London was leaving."

"Um, yeah, me and my… um, friend…" where they a couple? "are on the next one, actually, it's at nine o'clock." She smiled.

"Thank god I haven't missed it!" The woman wiped her brow, "I was so worried I would miss… it." She smiled and walked away. Asha swore she saw the womans eyes to be red verging on yellow, but the sun seemed to be doing the same, so it must have been a reflection of the light.

Right?

Braiden came back with a black hoodie with a rugby logo on it, cop-like sun glasses and purple sweats with the same logo as the jacket. Asha forgot about the woman with the long black and laughed.

"I hate rugby," she frowned.

"Well, there was nothing else, Asha. They said that these where going to cost extra because they were vintage. Did you know that most restaurants don't sell clothes?"

She laughed, "To my defense, 'Dolly's Dress Up' does not sound like a food place."

They laughed together as Asha slid on the clothes over her previous get up. Once the clothes were in place and her hair thrown up in a messy bun, she slid on the glasses and smiled at Braiden.

"You know, my public has never seen me in anything less than jeans and a tee shirt."

Braiden laughed hard, "I did not expect those word out of your mouth."

"What?" She laughed as well, he noticed how beautiful she was when she laughed, "Did I really strike you as the dress kind of girl?"

"Not at all, I'm a guy, not clueless—" she opened her mouth to tell him that there wasn't a difference when he kissed her cheek softly. Sparks electrified them both to their respective cores and through their veins, a feeling that would forever feel like it did in that moment, new and beautiful.

"What was that for?" Asha asked, trying to cover her breathlessness.

Braiden laughed, not hiding his at all, "I knew what you were going to say, so I had to stop you." He winked and put his arm securely around her hip.

"well, guys are clue—" he cut her off by kissing her cheek again. "Clueless!" She said as he kissed her cheek softly, they didn't do more, it was far too soon, but Asha knew he didn't want to only be friends from that kiss, and she knew he was to be her's forever. It was true love they shared, separation could never break them.

The woman with the long black hair smiled at the kids that were holding onto eachother for dear life. The kids that were clueless, and naïve. Well, they now knew true love.

Perfect

She crumpled up the train ticket to London she had pulled from Braiden's truck and smiled a terrible smile, as her toes finished replumping from their wrinkled and withered feeling. Truly perfect.

And she disappeared, the crumpled ticket fluttering to the ground, on fire.