Jane POV

My fingers drummed restlessly against the steering wheel. Lisbon had fallen asleep hours ago and I could feel the exhaustion from the last few days wearing heavily on my body. Trying to keep my mind focused on the road, and not on my inevitable breakdown, was harder than I expected. You are going to get her hurt. Everyone you get close to dies, Jonah. Stop it. I am not Jonah anymore. You are Jonah that scared little bitch, running away again. Who are you going to 'be' now? Get out of my head. Leave me alone. I am not going anywhere Jonah, and if I do I am taking you with me.

Lisbon started to talk softly beside me and I brought my attention back to her. She was mumbling something that I couldn't make out and her face was contorted in pain. "Lisbon," several times of repeating her name did nothing. She seemed to calm down by the time I pulled into a motel. A man in his late forties walked up to our car and I rolled down my window for him.

"Do you need a room," his voice was raspy from years of excessive smoking. The smell of smoke from his clothes filled my nostrils and I had to fight not to cough. I nodded my head and he pulled a key from his front pants pocket. "Come out and pay when you get settled," he placed the key in my hand and brushed back a tuff of his graying hair, "it will be sixty for the night."

The man watched me as I maneuvered the car into an open space. I ignored his watchful eyes and turned to Lisbon. "Lisbon, wake up, Lisbon," her eyes shot open quickly and locked onto mine. She looked scared and there were tears threatening to spill over her cheeks. One of them broke free and slid slowly over her skin. Without thinking my lips brushed over the tear and rested on her soft cheek. Her skin was so inviting, and my hands itched to explore the rest of her body. I pulled away before my hands had a chance venture over unexplored territory. "We can sleep here for a few hours. I think we can stick to traveling at night," I motioned to the motel behind us. She brushed her fingers through my hair and jumped out of the car. She will die just like the rest. I leaped out of the car angrily, heading towards the man that gave me the key. He walked over to me as I neared him, his eyes examining my physique. I pulled whatever money was in my front pocket out and handed it to him. "Have a good day," his voice was higher with the excitement of having a customer.

Lisbon was leaning against the car with her eyes looking out over the empty landscape. She turned slightly when she heard me approaching. The sun was barely peaking over the horizon when we entered the room, only casting small shadows across the room. Her delicate fingers slid over the door as it closed behind us. She was so beautiful with her disheveled hair and creased shirt. I placed my hands on her slender hips pushing her flat against the door. Do you remember how it felt? How he used you, made you his?

"I want this," my voice sounded threatening as I breathed against her neck. She stirred under my grasp and I feared she was attempting to pull away until she pressed her hips against mine. Lisbon turned to me finding my lips with her own, she understood what I needed from this and she seemed more than willing to give it to me. My hands wandered over the smooth fabric of her shirt, warm skin taunting me through the thin fabric. He touched you like this. All the late night visits to your room always ended up like this. I shoved her back against the door and pulled her shirt over her head. She looked surprised by the sudden aggressiveness, but said nothing to try stopping me. I took a moment to admire her petite hips and toned stomach. Her hand trembled slightly when she reached out to massage my length. I could feel myself harden, expanding in her hand as she continued her rhythmic movements. With each stroke I grew harder and my pants became uncomfortable very quickly. I lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around my waist and carried her to the bed. She pulled me down on top of her and began undoing my belt, scratching lightly over the fabric before pushing them out of the way.

Flashback-

My father trotted up the stairs after he said goodbye to my mom. She works the late shift today and he has to watch us tonight. I watched as he walked past my room in his light blue pajamas that I picked out for his birthday. His bedroom door clicked shut and I could hear him moving around before he walked out again. I closed my eyes as he walked past again, but when he stepped into my room I opened them again. He no longer wore the pajamas, now he just had on a pair of cotton underwear.

"I know you are awake," his voice was quiet as he walked to my bed, "how about some company?" He walked over to the other side of the bed and climbed in. I felt his weight transfer from the side of the bed as he snuggled against me. After a few minutes he started to move and I felt something press into the back of my pants. His hand squeezed my shoulder almost roughly as he moved, and he was breathing heavily.

"Are yo-you hot," his voice sounded soft and came out in puffs, "you c-an ta-ke this off." He slowly slid his hand down my side and over my stomach, before he started to undo my shirt. I pulled the shirt off and laid it beside the bed. "See that is much better," he placed his hand on my stomach again, running his fingers over my waistband. "Dad I'm not hot," I put my hand over his to stop his caress. "I'm sorry buddy it's okay," he propped himself up on elbow and leaned down to press a kiss below my belly button. My stomach tensed at the unexpected touch, and he laughed as he pressed more kisses to my stomach. Each kiss lasts longer than the last and eventually he started to nip at my skin. His fingers dipped into my pants and he moaned when he touched me. "D-d-ad," I felt weird when he started to massage me in his hand. "Ssshhh," he hissed onto my stomach, "I want this so much. Do you to make me happy?" I watched him as pulled himself out of his boxers. "Grab it," his hand gripped me harder and I gasped at the sudden pain, "just like I have you."

-End-

"Patrick, Patrick look at me," Lisbon had her hands on my cheeks, "Patrick I'm right here you're safe. Look at me please." I could feel her eyes on my face, but I couldn't let her see the pain my eyes. I realized that we were now both naked and finally brought my eyes to her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her chest was heaving from recent exertion.