"GET OUT!" something large, a support beam she guessed, went flying toward her head, and with a quick scream she held up a shield and felt the beam crack around the curved blue light.

She groaned, her hands dripping blood from not getting the shield up stronger than the force of the beam, the backwards force leaving small slits in her palms. She felt her head spin from the onslaught of an echo as it clashed with objects at her side.

"K-Kevin h-help... c-can't... breath..." she used up all the energy she could to force the bloody hand to her mouth to try and breath clean air. Even if the dust and smoke had lifted for the most part, the impact the support beam had hit her shield with jarred her arms, causing her it inhale a large amount of pure dust.

A large arm quickly scooped her up, her eyes pressed shut. "W-won't... look..." she coughed out, clinging to the arms. A growl sounded and she realized that whatever it was that had just grabbed her, wasn't human.

With soft thuds she felt she was being carried out of the smoke, a groan sounded and she felt like she was being dropped at an increasingly slow rate, like she was falling.

"Kevin!" she reached out blindly, her hand brushing against something sharp and solid.

"What!?" he barked, his voice closer to her than she realized, now her body was being pressed against his chest. She tried to grab at his shirt, but then remembered it was gone. Instead she grasped his shoulders tightly and leaned into him.

"I'm bleeding..." the only thing that came out of her mouth, but her thoughts weren't running across that path.

"No shit! You've got it all over my chest, bitch!" he barked, his footsteps walking through rubble as she clung to him, one arm supporting her from her back, the other under her legs.

She rested her head against his neck from what she knew of human anatomy, and slowly peered behind him, her eyes open just a crack. She held back a gasp, covering it up in a hard cough.

'S-Stink fly wings! What... he... what isn't he telling me!' she thought harshly, gripping his shoulders tighter as she squeaked from the sudden jump Kevin had made off of a large pillar.

"Will you shut up already, be glad I even picked you up! fucking whore..." he mumbled the last bit as he held her closer, running out of the room quietly.

'Kevin...' she closed her eyes again and huffed out as much dust as she could. 'You can't keep this from me, can you? Why did you lie to me...'

"… Why do I even care?" she thought aloud before squeaking.

"Well, you'd have died! And that would cause world wide whatever the hell on my ass! Which I really would rather NOT have happen. Oh, what else? Because I fucking said to shut the hell up. Annoying bitch." this time he didn't mumble, only tightened his grip on her back left thigh. She nearly screamed at how cold his hands felt, they were on her bare skin.

'How the fuck did he get his hand up there!' she screamed in her head, wanting desperately to bite him hard on the neck, but then just shook the thought away. 'No, he'd probably like that.' she sighed and let her thoughts wonder, her eyes still closed.

I t got really quiet as they walked, and a lot easier to breath. She felt like she could just fall asleep, but the pain in her still oddly dripping hands wanted to make her scream.

She felt her back pressed against a soft cushion. "Stay here… bitch." Kevin's voice barked as he stomped off.

'He brought me... back to his room? ... I should cover the sheets in blood... what the hell am I thinking?!' she sat up and opened her eyes with a light scream of annoyance.

She was indeed back in Kevin's room, her hands indeed bloody, the fluffy little nightgown was now covered in dirt, dust and blood as well as being slightly singed on her side.

"What the hell... why can't anything ever be normal." she choked out, trying to close the bloody wounds to no avail.

"Yea, yea, bitch at me later Gorg, I've got this! You go... cook or something, God." Kevin slammed the bedroom door behind him, drawing her attention back to him. She stared at the large bundle in his arms… a medical kit.

"Don't start on your, 'Oh, I knew you were a good guy Kevin,' fuck that. I am doing this so you don't get my bed messy and so you don't bitch about hurting." he barked, dropping the kit on the bed as he pulled out a bottle of alcohol and a few cotton swabs.

"Kevin..." she said softly, a lump in her throat from the info that went flying through her head.

"Shove a dick in it, I'm busy." he said in a cynical way, pouring the alcohol out and grabbing her arms. He began to wipe up the blood from the cuts and she only winced and tried clenching her fists.

"Stop being difficult-"

"Shut up you cunt it hurts!" Gwen gasped as the words escaped her mouth. 'That was not cool...'

"Why thank you for that Gwenafer. Now hold still and I won't have to tie you up." he snapped, not realizing she had just talked the same as he did. After all the alcohol had been covered, the mess now clean from dust and blood, Kevin began putting cotton pads over her wounds gently.

"I hate you..." she said softly as he began to wrap gauze around her hands.

"The feeling is quit mutual. There, let me see your knees." he pulled her legs out and pushed the nightgown up as he sighed, her knees were scrapped and bloody as well.

"You bleed more than an artery." he groaned as he repeated the process. Gwen only sat there, fighting back the tears from the stinging pain in her hands and knees. Once Kevin seemed satisfied, he grabbed a rag and wet it.

"I can clean myself you know!" she barked when she realized his intentions, trying to reach for the rag, but only to have her hand scream at her. He only smirked and began to clean off her face and arms, every inch she would let him he cleaned, until the white rag was now dark and smudged black.

"Done." he dropped the rag and began to put things away.

'If I'm going to ask him, I need to do it now...' she thought, the lump in her throat rising higher, her eyes watering oddly. "Kevin. I... I need to talk to you." she said, fighting back the tears she had no idea that were coming.

"I don't need to talk back, but go ahead and say whatever you want. I'm not listening." he said simply, closing the box slowly.

"Wh-why a-are you..." she coughed as she felt tears slip down her face. The smoke was affecting her lungs, now she couldn't breath. Only cry and chock, reaching out as she tried clawing her throat out. 'What the hell was that dust?!' she felt Kevin's arms pull her forward.

"Hold still!" he barked, his hand running up her back as he pushed on her neck with his thumb and pressed his lips to hers. In an instant, her breath was taken away, being sucked out of her lungs with no pulling feeling.

Kevin quickly drew back and blew out a large push of smoke. She fell backwards onto the bed, still crying. "Kevin you fucking... Why did you just kiss me!" she nearly screamed.

"Well that's the sexiest thank you I've ever heard, Gwenafer. I'm glad you can breath now!" he shouted at her, his hands at her hips as he glared over her.

"Fuck off you LIAR!" she shouted, punching him in his shoulder, he only growled and pinned her down, his hips now on top of her.

"Why don't you fuck me off. A win-win deal?" she punched him again, this time in the arm as he held her wrists down.

"Let me GO!" she shouted, angry with him for some unknown reason full of rage. "I HATE YOU!" she shouted, thrashing under him. He only smirked and pushed her into the bed more.

"Please do." he growled, leaning closer to her as he pressed his lips back against hers. She screamed and fought, but he wouldn't get off, the cold feeling of his lip ring drove her insane. After giving up she let her body go on the bed, opening her mouth and biting his top lip.

She pulled her head back after he chuckled and stared up at him, his hysterical laughter only making her roll her eyes. "Get off..." she muttered, fighting back the blush as she turned her face away from him.

"I'm going to kick your ass." she whispered. He only laughed again, kissing gently at her neck, nipping places as she moved away from him.

"Bitch."

"Whore."

"Kevin you're too heavy, get off! I want to kick your ass!" she whined, trying again to push him away. He just growled and loosened his grip on her wrists.

"But you're so comfy, I would rather just fu-"

"Kevin! Get the fuck off!" she barked, pulling her arms free and wrapping them around his neck. He laughed again and touched his nose to her.

"So much for kicking my ass?" he growled as he kissed her again. This time she only fought back slightly, letting his lips caress her, nipping gently at his piercing. Her mind emptied of everything, gasping for breath when he let her lips go.

"What did you do to me." she whispered, pulling him closer.

"Nothing, that's the best part, your the one who's letting me touch you." he trailed his fingers down her arm as she bit her lip.

"Stop it, Kevin... I don't like this." she whispered. He only smiled as he pushed the strap to the gown aside.

"Now who's lying?" he whispered, kissing her quickly before slipping his fingers into the top of her gown. She let her eyes shoot open and hit him across the head.

"Get the fuck off!" she said as she pushed him, her hands hurting again and her knees aching. Kevin just rolled over beside her laughing hysterically.

"Fucking ass! Keep your hands to yourself!" she snapped, sitting up and glaring at him. He gasped and smirked.

"Now where in there did you say anything about me not kissing you?" he smirked as she glared and clenched her fists the best she could, trying to stand but falling back to the bed.

"I fucking hate you." she whined, turned away from him. He chuckled and hugged her waist, burring his face into her shoulder. He kissed her neck gently, and she elbowed him as hard as she could in the stomach. With a grunt he held her tighter.

"Gwen… thank you. Don't tell anyone though, or I'll hang you from the ceiling by your fingers." he growled.

"Thanks for what?" she asked him as she took his hands away from her stomach, her back cuddling to him.

"That beautiful show in your dress, I like how it got tighter on you. Never knew you enjoyed cold metal." he laughed as she began hitting him in the arm.

"Fucking shut up!" she shouted, kicking him angrily. "Why do you have to be such an ass?!" she asked as she grabbed a pillow and slapped him with it. He only smiled and pulled her to his chest.

"I like being a jerk." she yawned, cuddling his neck as he spoke. She groaned and hit him with the pillow again as he smiled up at her, a real smile, not a smirk.

"Tomorrow we can go back to hating each other ok?" he said more than asked, kissing her bottom lip. She sighed and thwacked him again.

"Tomorrow I'm asking every question I want to, and you have to answer them. Or I really will kick your ass!" she barked, letting him go only to be pulled back the normal way, cuddling his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"So… today was just a dream." he said with a sigh. "Nothing happened." he kissed her nose and groaned. "I don't want nothing to have happened, but you'll kill me in the morning for making out with you." he rubbed her stomach, the lock around his neck turned backwards so it wouldn't mess with her.

"We didn't 'make out' jackass." she barked, letting him nuzzle her neck. "In fact, nothing happened, just like you said. I should be kicking your ass right now for even touching me… but I'm too tired." she blushed and closed her eyes.

"Can I wake up like this?" he asked her with a smirk, running his hands over her hips.

"No, I'll kill you." she groaned, oddly tired.

"Sounds appealing, I'll make sure to have my hand under your dress." he smirked and kissed her neck again, getting thwacked in the face with the larger pillow.

When Gwen woke back up, she didn't seem to remember anything, just that she was alone in bed, and that her hands and knees were bandaged.