Once I got us dressed again and making the mental note to get my mate more clothes when I was able to, I fed her again before we rejoined Jasper in the main area of the jet. He was reading a book he found not looking in the least bit fazed by our little romp in the sheets. When I sat down, I pulled Izzy into my lap instead of letting her sit in her own, nuzzling my mark again. I was like a man possessed when it came to her. I literally couldn't stop touching her in some way or another.

Jasper didn't look up from his book, "Feel better?"

I didn't pull my face from my mate's neck, "Marginally. So, how we gonna do this?"

I saw him shrug a shoulder at the question, "same way we always do. Show the bitch who's boss."

I smirked into Izzy's neck and chuckled dark and deep. Oh, this was going to be so much fun. "I call point."

Again, Jasper just shrugged, "Your mate, your call. I got your back, don't you worry about that."

At that I snorted, "Didn't think otherwise, Major." It was then I looked up at him, "you are the Major, right?"

It was then he glanced at me, bright red and amused eyes locking on mine. "If I wasn't, do you really think I would be stupid enough to waltz back into the past? Don't you worry none about who you got watching your back, Captain."

Shifting a little, I kicked his shin and smirked wide, "'bout fuckin' time, Jackass. Not gonna
lie here, I really thought I was gonna have to beat him out of you."

He chuckled a little before going back to his book, "I would have loved to see you try."

And that took any doubt that my Major was alive and well away giving me a case of the warm fuzzies. I love the fucker no matter what face he wears, but this Hale shit was gonna drive me batshit crazy or give me a complex or some shit.. With the major you knew what you were getting into, as dangerous and fucked up as it was. But the Hale persona that he has been living for sixty plus years was a different story. You never knew when he was going to stand the fuck up and be a man or if he was gonna bitch out and leave ya hangin'.

Even still, the asshole in me couldn't just sit back and let that one go. "One of these days we gonna have to have a little fight to test that. You got your confidence back but I still say that I can take you in a one on one, no gift involving spar."

His eyes sparked a little as he shifted them to look at me, "You think so, Captain?"

I nodded, "I know so Major. When was the last time you whooped ass without fucking with your opponent at any point?" His eyes narrowed a little but he didn't say anything so I did, "'bout the time you gained full control over your gift is what I reckon. I ain't ever had an active gift to fall back on, so I never got overly cocky with my abilities. I know how to whoop some ass with my bare hands."

He nodded, "I was the one that taught you to do so, Captain, so be careful."

I shrugged, "Sides the point, Major. You taught me the basics but I honed and built that shit to what I can do now on my own. You pull some Hale shit during this blast to the past and you gonna see just how much I learned over the last 148 years since if you fuck up my mate could get hurt. I won't just fuck you up Jazz, I'll fucking kill you."

He glanced at my Sugar a moment, seeing her head turn back and forth between us watching the game of tennis before looking back at me and nodding, "fair enough" and going back to his book.

A few hours later we reached land again and touched down to refuel. I took that time to call and get Garrett's location and ETA to the rendezvous point. He was apparently running a little behind having got caught up in the planes during daylight hours but was in route and closing. He was only going to be about an hour or so later than what was originally figured; something that was easy to work with on our end.

It wasn't a horribly long flight from where we landed to where we were going, only about two hours and perfectly timed to the setting of the sun. The first order of business was to get the youngin fed and not gonna lie, I was rather hungry myself. I can go about a week before my thirst even begins to make itself known and a month before I become a dangerous little fucker to a whole mass of humans. That came from my upbringing though and, while it was nice to be able to go so long without eating, it wasn't really recommended. As it was, it had been over two weeks since the last time I ate and I knew Jasper was hungry as well.

So, off to slums of Houston to scrounge up something to eat. I stayed with Izzy while Jasper hunted for himself as well as her and while she ate, I went myself. While I was there, I did a little shopping and got my Sugar something to put on because I knew she was gonna need something and she was out of clothes. When I packed for the trip to Italy, I wasn't planning on either the impromptu trip down memory lane nor did I have plans at the time to relocate to a different area. Oh well, it's not like she is ever going to grow out of what she has in Canada so she can wear it next time we go.

Once that chore was done, I made my way back to my mate and Jasper, seeing she had just finished and Jasper was taking care of the cleanup for me. Ain't he a nice guy? Calling Izzy over when I got to her, I got her changed. Taking a step back, I cocked my head to the side, taking in the outfit I got her trying to decide what it was about it that I loved so much.

She looked fuckhot but that went without saying. It was a black and red halter top that would leave her neck exposed that only went down to between her chest and belly button leaving her stomach visible and a pair of jeans that road low on her hips. I also got her a pair of boots since we were here and there ain't nowhere better to get them then either Houston or Austin. I was a good 'ol southern boy at heart and she looked like a belle gone bad. That was probably what it was. All she needed was a Stetson and she would be the exact vision of this daydream I had about a week ago.

Well, looks like I got one more stop to make before we head to Colorado.

I had just finished my inspection when Garrett showed up, backpack with the few things I wanted him to grab on his back. Taking it from him, I opened it and tossed Jasper the black cargo pants and bandanna that was inside before zipping it back up and shrugging it on. Giving Jasper the minute it took him to change, we formed our plan to handle the camp before setting off through the wood due south and straight into the one place the three of us males said we would never go to again.