Sorry for the long wait...my father was in the hospital and my Great Grandmama on my dad's side died. I'm sorry, and I hope that you can forgive me.

Unfortunately, I'm not in a very good state of mind right now, so I hope you don't mind that I'm not putting the thanks list up. I'll put it up next chapter, but right now life is really hectic and I just want to release this chapter ASAP.

Thank you to those who understand. Please enjoy this chapter.

NOTE: People who read the first release of this chapter, know that this is JUST a fixing of an error (the beginning note got put to the middle somehow). This is not a different chapter from last night, I REPEAT this is not a different chapter from LAST NIGHT.

Everyone else, please enjoy.

~Molly's POV~

The room was silent for a little longer, the sound of Chase's breathing was soothing. His arms that cradled me were warm and somewhat protective.

"Okay...so I'll start off to when I was...found." He began.

Confusion filled my mind.

"I was left on the door step of an orphanage when I was two years old. The only thing relating to my identity was a birth certificate stating that my name was Chase Scheffield and I was born on Spring 23rd. They tried finding my parents, but it seemed that there were no files on me in any hospital. The matrons just assumed this meant that the birth certificate was a fake. Yet, the name and the birth date stuck."

My eyes widened at this information.

"So, as you can probably guess, I have no frickin' clue who my family is." He chuckled a bit bitterly.

"I'm so sorry..." I muttered. He only shook his head in dismissal.

"It wasn't a great life. But then again, I didn't really make it easier on myself. When I got older I would spend a lot of my days teaching myself skills, in hopes that something would trigger a memory inside me. By the time I was ten, I found that cooking was something that came naturally to me. So unbelievably so that I had a feeling that cooking was in my origins. So...naturally, I followed it."

He sighed.

"Around the time that I turned eleven, I ran away from the orphanage."

"Why?" I asked.

"I saw something in the local newspaper...it was about Yolanda and how she was catering somewhere close by that night. I went to that place and snuck in like the little trouble maker I was. When I saw Yolanda, I begged her to make me her pupil."

He gave a laugh.

"What'd she say?"

"Of course she said no. She said becoming an apprentice of her's would mean to leave behind my home. She said my parents wouldn't like that, and that if I wasn't committed to such a skill then I wouldn't succeed at it. So I told her to take me to a kitchen and give me whatever she wanted and I'd make a dish out of it."

Chase shifted a little, never letting going of me as he did so.

"Yolanda reluctantly allowed it and I took the ingredients she gave me to make a very simple dish...Marinated Mushrooms. However, Yolanda seemed to think much more of it. She said that I must have practiced very often to have gotten the technique of marinating down to such a skillful level. She had watched how I had cooked as well, and was thoroughly impressed, stating that the only deal breaker was my parents consent. All it took was for me to say that I was an orphan for Yolanda to quickly take me away from the life I had been living and underneath her wing."

"It's kind of like a fairy tale." I muttered.

"It get's wilder." He promised.

"Later on, I met Maya and Jake and Colleen. This was when I was 18 and I had been training with Yolanda all across the world; as you can imagine, this was when I came to Castanet. I also met Jin and the rest of the villagers. What happened in-between my eleventh and seventeenth years is basically just a long story about training and dabbling in all sorts of styles and techniques of food preparation."

I nodded, wilting at the mention of Maya's name.

"It was a reoccurring joke that Maya and I were going to end up together."

"I see." I mumbled.

"I never admitted it to Jin, but I believed them."

"...Is that so..." My voice was like a whisper.

"Yeah, but then, I met this new girl one day. And, though I was a complete ass to her, I was kind of captured by her presence."

I felt my ears perk up.

"Hm...?" I mumbled.

"She came to the bar with her friends and was the clumsiest girl I had ever met! She would drive me up the damn walls with her...antics. Her friends didn't seem to help it either."

I flushed at his mention of my haphazard behavior.

"As time passed and I got to know the girl better, I became more annoyed with her and I just wanted to give her a sippy cup and leave it at that."

"Really..." I drawled and he only chuckled softly at my reaction.

"Then, something happened to her one day, and by coincidence, I happened to be there to save her...though she was really ungrateful about it."

He paused for a second.

"Maybe I should say she was just a little shaken up so she acted weirdly and ran off...though I guess that partly has to do with me making her upset. I tried shrugging it off and going on with my day, but it turned out it got to me so badly that I didn't even want to go to work in fear that I would see her. I called in sick, and the next morning I decided to pay her a visit."

Chase kept talking about what went on between me and him while I listened contently. We were so comfortable with one another right now...it felt so right.

He started to deem Angela the "evil twin" and I couldn't help but laugh. She and him just never would fully get along, would they? When he began talking about the time that I, apparently, bumped my head in the woods and ended up at Witch's House, I stopped him in mid-sentence.

"Why are you talking about all of this?" I asked.

He looked at me with a captivating gaze that said he was dying to say something.

"I'm getting there." He responded gently, in a voice that was so unlike Chase's. He was acting so...different. Why?

"I'm just giving myself some cushion before I get there..." He gave a pause and a long exhale of breath before continuing.

"I know I told you that you bumped your head in the woods...but that's not what happened. You were actually kidnapped."

I stiffened.

"...Kidnapped...?"

I felt him nod.

"Yeah, the Rogue Sprite lured you into the woods..." He stopped as if he were contemplating something.

"...somehow...it did. But we were able to save you and take you to Witch's House."

I remembered waking up in her house and getting a really weird picture in my head.

"Oh...I can remember that much." I murmured, embarrassed at the memory and recalling that it was the reason Chase and I went to the Inn in the first place and ran into Maya.

"Yeah, that's when a whole bunch of stuff that didn't make any sense started happening, including Witch making another person out of swamp water...Goddess that's disturbing."

I had become interested in hearing Chase talk, his voice carrying me away to a better time...and I wanted him to continue.

"Go on?" I more questioned him than told.

"Well, after that. Me and that girl got into a fight, and things happened that I wasn't aware of. When I went looking for her, I was told that she had moved. When I went to her twin she said..."

He stopped, clearing his throat.

"She said that she had died..."

I remembered that very well, Angela wouldn't let me out of her sight since that incident. It took Wizard and this reunion to get her off my back, finally.

"When I heard that...I practically froze. I started to think that I was an idiot, a jerk, a damn fool. I didn't know what to say, or what to do. And then I thought 'if only I could see her one last time and tell her...' except, that's when the girl who had been claimed dead, came back."

Chase was silent for a long time, the only sound in the room was that of mine and his breathing. I could feel his heart beat against my back, and it was accelerating.

"Are you okay?"

He sighed.

"Listen, I was too stupid to tell you what I wanted to say back then in the forest. I let my anger and my pride get in the way of everything. Then this happened to you, and I was close to losing you again. And then you start talking as if I'm worried about what Maya thinks about whats going on between you and me. Truth of the matter is that, Molly, I don't. Maya isn't the person I love, just to prove it, I broke it off before I came to get you from those bastards who took you."

What's he saying?

My heart started to beat at a rapid pace. I wonder if he could feel it too...

"This is getting overly sappy for me, I was never good at talking about these kind of things."

Chase sat up and pulled me up with him, leaning closer to me.

"Stop!" I shouted and Chase looked at me, dismay painted on his face.

"It's...he...stole..." I sputtered out in a confused mess.

"What? What'd he steal!" Chase's voice rose with alarm.

"My...first..." I tried to force the words out.

Chase only stared on in a petrified state.

"M-my first...kiss! He stole it, it was disgusting. I feel so dirty a-and violated! A-a-and-"

Chase started to get out of the bed.

"Wh-where are you going?" I asked him and he turned to me with a nonchalant glance.

"To call Jin so he can check if you have HIV." He stated.

I panicked and grabbed his arm.

"I-is that possible?" I cried tearfully.

Chase's cheeks went red and round like he was trying to hold in something.

"H-hey! Chase?"

He started to laugh with his hand to his stomach, his smile was really wide and his eyes were shut in his fit of humor. It was the most expressive face I've ever seen from him. Is it weird to say that a laugh sounded handsome? Because his did, it sounded ridiculously handsome and cheerful.

"Oh dear Goddess that was hilarious. I didn't see any sores on the guys mouth, and I don't think he would show his face in public if he had any, especially to a gorgeous girl. So I don't think you have anything to worry about." Chase continued to laugh some more.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"It's just that...is that really what you were so upset about? I know it's not a laughing matter but...Molly it was just a kiss!"

I felt my blood boil.

"No it wasn't! It was my first kiss!...And he forced his tongue in my mouth!" I cried and Chase stopped laughing, his face becoming serious.

"Okay, the tongue thing is a bit understandable."

He then scratched the back of his head a little.

"Yes...so...I'm happy you understand." My hand flew to my hair and I started to finger where I had put the hair clips.

"Are those my hair clips?" Chase asked and I jumped.

"Oh-oh yeah. Yes, I forgot that I had them in my pocket from that one time where I had to clean your head wound. I found them and I put them in my hair. It just felt kind of comforting and they helped me stand up to Dylan because it felt like you were there, well I guess looking back you were there but I meant more like..." My words were spilling out like a garble due to my embarrassment. I sighed.

"I know it's a bit weird and all but-"

Warmth enveloped my lips as a hand caressed my face, my eyes widened as I made the realization that Chase had cut me off with a kiss.

It was a chaste kiss, but very unexpected...and I didn't know what to do. Well, I know I wanted to kiss back, but how do I go about doing that? I don't even really know how to kiss! Was I supposed to pucker my lips? What was Kathy talking about that one night; one lip on top of the upper lip and then tilt in a 90 degree angle?

My mind was boggled and I guess Chase could tell. He pulled away and looked at me.

"Sorry, was that a little too sudden for you?" He asked, the color of his cheeks were red. Why was he apologizing to me? It was my fault!

"No, no, no! It's my fault I can't...I don't...know, how to...um...kiss." I admitted bashfully.

A smirk appeared on his lips and he gave out a huff of air, showing that he was amused.

"Make an 'O' with your lips." He instructed me and I did as he said.

"Make it smaller and less tense."

I complied and he smiled.

"Okay now close your eyes..." I let my lids close over my vision, I'm not really sure what sight had to do with kissing but it must be pretty important if he told me to close my eyes.

"And...relax..." He whispered, before I could react, Chase's lips were on mine once again. Only this time, it felt much more correct.

This tme, I only thought about how Chase's lips felt against mine...and then I thought about how embarrassing it was to think about that and stopped thinking about it.

When we pulled away, I began to notice a lot of things at one. Our faces so close to each other, his breath against my face, my heart beating at a fast rate.

The feeling of not kissing him anymore set in, and for some reason I found myself leaning back in for another kiss. This time, Chase had decided to explore my mouth which startled me before I complied. It wasn't fast-paced, it was slow and romantic; I could feel myself blushing as I wrapped my arms around his neck and he cupped my face tenderly with his left hand. I was able to taste something on his breath and I almost started to laugh.

We parted from each other and Chase gave me a curious look while I was hiding my smile.

"What're you laughing at?" He asked skeptically.

"...Oranges..." I mumbled.

His face showed his confusion.

"I could taste oranges..." I admitted shyly as I started to giggle at the fact.

Chase could only laugh along with me.

"It's a little strange to bring something like that up at a time like this." Chase responded.

"I guess...but aren't we always doing something strange?" I replied.

"Maybe you since I'm not strange. You're the one whose always getting into trouble."

I frowned, he was right. No matter what, I was always getting myself into bad situations. And more times than not, everyone else (especially Chase) was always getting pulled into my messes. Just like today, Dylan and Preston could've been armed with dangerous weapons and Chase and Jin were both in harms way because of me and my irresponsible actions.

"I'm sorry about this whole mess." I said and Chase stood up from the bed.

"Can you stop apologizing? I've told you before right? You didn't do anything wrong, it was those guys who were in the wrong and now their being locked up for it. And the other time, about what you said to me...I took it way out of proportion okay? I'm an insensitive jerk and I hate this mushy crap, so let's just pretend that none of that happened and that you're Molly who needs a sippy-cup and I'm Chase the cook. Sound fair?"

"Chase..."

"But if you're still going to insist that you're sorry then you'll just have to make it up to me." He proclaimed.

"Uh...yes, okay. What do you want?" I asked, a little too eager.

He looked back at me with a devious smile.

"You'll see." He said before leaving the room.

"I'll be sleeping on the couch but before that I'm taking a shower. If you're gonna take one you'll have to wait until I'm done."

I looked down at myself and realized I was wearing Chase's jacket from earlier. Then another realization came to me.

"Oh...do you have a sleep shirt that...I can use?" I asked timidly.

Chase looked back at me with a questioning gaze.

"Kathy packed my bags...and it's not really...appropriate..." I muttered and he seemed to get the picture. With a blush he nodded his head.

"I'll get you something to wear after I'm done." He muttered and continued out the door.

X X X

It was twenty minutes later when I heard a knock at the door of the bedroom I sat in.

"Come in." I called and Chase came in, handing me a long-sleeved, white shirt with buttons down the middle.

"This was all I could find for you. Hope it's okay." He said.

"It's fine, better than anything else." I replied before gathering some things from my room and taking them with me towards the bathroom.

"I'll change in here after I'm done." I told him and he gave a nod before going to his spot on the couch.

As I stepped into the bathroom, I made sure to check for a towel and laid my undergarments next beside the sink. I stripped down and turned the water on, waiting for it to warm up before I switched it to the shower setting. Upon stepping into the drizzle, I felt my senses begin to renew themselves. It was so hot and comfortable and I let all my worries be washed away, along with the horrible memories of the night. I looked down at my body to see if there was anything strange, or wrong with me. You never know...

I felt a stinging sensation in the right side of my abdomen...it was from my last injury though. I guess the pain hasn't gone away completely.

After I finished my shower, I dried off thoroughly before slipping into the revealing lingerie and putting Chase's shirt over it. He's shirt was like a cocktail dress on me to say the least.

I brushed my teeth and blow dried my hair so I wouldn't drip all over the hotel pillows and walked out the bathroom.

Chase turned from the TV a little at the sound of my leaving the bathroom. Before I could say goodnight, he did a double take and dropped the remote.

"Chase...is something wrong?" I asked, tugging at the end of the borrowed shirt.

"See through." Is all he said before trying to avert his eyes somewhere else.

"...See through..." I blinked, confused.

He nodded and covered his mouth with his hand in the way he does when he's indecisive or embarrassed. Amazing how I notice these types of things.

I turned around to see what he was looking at and I heard Chase start to cough. I spun back around and walked over to him.

"Are you all right? What's wrong?" I asked him worriedly. His face was really red too. Was he having an allergic reaction to something?

He stopped coughing and put his face in his hands.

"Molly...that shirt is see through!" He exclaimed.

I didn't bother to ask what the problem was. The things that I had to use as underwear were pretty explicit and I was wearing something that you would expect to see one of those explicit goth girls to wear. Lacey black trim and all.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...I..."

I stuttered and Chase just sighed.

"This is why you find yourself in trouble. You let your guard down too easily."

I shifted a little on my feet.

"...That's only around you..." I muttered.

"Why's that?"

"Because...you won't do anything." I explained.

There was an uncertain silence filling the air between Chase and I for what seemed like minutes. He stared at me with an indescribable look before he grasped my hand...

...and proceeded to pull me onto his lap.

I let out a gasp as it seemed that I was straddling his hips and he placed his hands on either side to keep me there.

"How do you know?" He asked with a different kind of glare adorning the violet hues that I've come to love so much.

"What?" I asked as my heart skipped too many beats to count.

"How do you know that I wouldn't do anything?" He asked again, caressing my check with his hand.

I took an inhale of breath, shaky as it was.

"I just know." I responded.

Chase let his thumb trail my bottom lip before slamming me onto the couch underneath him. His lips were close to mine as he stared at me with those eyes full of what I could only identify as lust.

"Do you still know?" He asked

I could feel Chase's heart beat against mine, and surprisingly enough, his heart was calm.

"Yes." I responded.

"How?" He asked, quiet and serious.

"Because, I trust you..." I responded.

Chase only stared at me before letting a small smile reach his lips. Then, he placed a kiss upon my lips, as if he were claiming me as his own.

When he pulled away, he's eyes showed his amusement and I realized my face must've gone blank.

"Good, if you didn't trust me I'd probably have to force you to." He responded before lifting off of me.

"How?" I asked.

He gave me a devious smile, but didn't answer my question; instead, he helped me up off the couch before giving a stretch and turning to me.

"You're mine." He stated with a smirk as he took me back to the bedroom and left me there with nothing but my thoughts.

He's last sentence played in my head all night as I lay in bed; the scene of what happened between us this night was burned into my brain.

If I were to be completely honest with myself...I'd have to say that I don't mind Chase claiming me for himself...

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