Author Notes:

Ok guys, I've had only one review so far. If you would please just post a review after reading even a bit on my story that would be great.

Thanks a lot for actually reading my story, I know it is sort of crappy but it is the first fan fiction I've ever actually done and shown anyone so it means a lot to me that other people are reading it.

Safe, for now

I walked into a dingy little apartment in Brooklyn. It isn't all that bad really; it was just small and a bit dirty. It wasn't anything that a good cleaning wouldn't fix. Anyways, I shouldn't be complaining, after all this guy was helping me get away from those agents. I am safe, well at least for the present time.

"This is nice" I say more to be polite then anything.

"It's not much, but anything grander would arouse suspicion. After all, I am a taxi driver." He said with a small smile.

He walks over to a turtle in a glass aquarium and puts a bit of lettuce in its bowl. The turtle happily starts munching on the green leaves. The turtle is pretty big, it must be pretty old. I can't imagine why this guy has a turtle, but apparently he likes reptiles instead of dogs and cats. Sure having a turtle would have its benefits, but still.....a turtle?

"Um....why do you have a turtle?" I ask when I can't think of a good reason for his odd choice of animal companionship. "I'm sorry if I am being rude but I can't seem to understand why a person like you would ever choose to own a turtle."I winced as the words left my mouth. I ment to apologize for my slightly rude and personal question but I just made it worse. I bet I am coming off as a rude and inconsiderate little brat; just what I need.

"Oh it is quite all right, I never thought I'd own a pet either; especially a turtle. I am just taking care of this boy for a friend. "He replied turning to look at me.

There was a bit of an awkward silence where neither of us spoke. I just stood there nodding slightly and taking in the room again. He just stood there looking a bit ....confused for lack of a better word. He really didn't look confused; he had a bit too much warmth in his eyes to be truly confused but I couldn't think of a better emotion to pin his under.

With a soft sigh he disturbed the silence. "I guess I should show you where you will be sleeping." He said looking down at the ground instead of at him. He walks down the narrow hall and into a small bedroom that looks like a girl lived in it at one point.

I am confused by his sudden uneasiness but I fallow him into the small room silently. This being around people thing was a lot more confusing then I had thought it would ever be. I guess I needed to word on my people skills a bit more too. I couldn't help but feel awkward and not know what to say. After a lot of fishing around for something slightly intelligent to say I manage to come up with "Thank you again for helping me. I will try not to be too much of a bother." It was really a terrible attempt to express my thanks again but I really was thankful for his help.

"Oh, it was nothing...like I said before, I know what it is like to be forced to do stuff that you really don't want to do." He said still not looking at me in the eyes. His eyes kept moving, never staying in one spot for too long, but never meeting my own. Well, now I know what people always write about when they say that guys are weird, nothing was weirder then this.

Another few silent seconds went by as we both stood there thinking about what to say. It was the weirdest thing ever having to actually think about what you are going to say. Normally I used to just say what I thought to the agents or myself when I was back at that hell hole. Now I find myself actually stopping and thinking before I blurt stuff out, not that it sounds like I am because I sound like a total idiot. He broke it again when he said "I guess we should go get you some more clothes and some other things that you might need."

"Um ya, I guess we should do that before the agents put up like a wanted sign on me or whatever" I answer lamely. It was true; we should go get some stuff now before every one was looking for me because they were told that I am a murderer or whatever.

"Well ok, let's go then. I don't know what you really want but there is a drug store down the road and there are a few little boutique clothes stores around here. There isn't anything fancy but it is better than nothing I guess" he said somewhat motioning to my apparently nice clothes.

"Whatever, I am used to getting whatever I get given so choosing my own clothes for once will be fun." I say with a perky smile.

'Way to totally fail at being excited' I can't help but think as he walks back towards the front door. I could have sworn that I heard him chuckle softly but I am not sure if he is making fun of me or is he finds me cute and funny. I just fallow him dumbly and we make our way down to the street.