Warning! There will be a sex scene in this chapter! I marked the beginning and end of it with these:

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So those that don't want to read it can just skip over it! I hope you all enjoy! ^_^

Lucien slowly opened the unlocked front door, poking his head inside and looking around before silently entering and easing the door shut again.

The hallway light flipped on and he almost shit himself in surprise. He spun around, his wet muddy hair flying in the process and he let out a sigh of relief seeing Jason.

"Don't relax just yet." He said in a whisper, walking over to the wet and dirty young man. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked in a harsh whisper.

"You really want a list of that?" Lucien shot back in a whisper as well.

"Damnit this isn't funny." Jason hissed. "Do you have any idea how everyone felt after you left like that? Or how disrespectful that was to Martha and Andrew? Don't even say you're sorry. That won't fix the mess you're in."

Lucien scowled up at him. "What the hell did I do? I didn't hurt anyone."

"Not physically! But mentally it was horrible." He explained, glaring back down at him. He looked up at the stairs before urging Lucien back outside. It was still raining outside, falling rather hard and the pitter-patter of it on the roof and muddy ground would perfectly cover their conversation. The porch light flickered itself on when they stepped out onto it as he shut the door behind him and turned back to Lucien. "You know this isn't hard just on you. These people I've known for years that I think of as friends and good decent people are suddenly going to turn their backs on me. You might think that's not as bad as physical pain, but let me tell you it doesn't fucking feel to good either." He said looking away and shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. "You know I was there for you when you were flipping your shit. It would be nice to receive some of that support and comfort from you, but guess that's to much to ask for from a robot."

Lucien wrapped his arms around himself, listening to him intensely as he tried not to shiver from the freezing cold. But he understood what Jason was saying and he was right. He hadn't considered the other's feelings in all of this, he'd let his emotions get the best of him. "You're right, I was being selfish…I'm sorry." He said softly, looking up at him with a small frown. "I know it doesn't help, but I'm still sorry…I'm here now though."

Jason sighed and hung his head. "I don't know if that's good enough right now." He muttered.

He looked down at his muddy feet. "I understand."

"Let's just…Get you cleaned up." He said slowly opening the door and watching him walk inside. "What the hell were you doing?"

"I…blew off steam." He uttered looking up at him as he shut the door. "Then I got lost."

He raised his eyebrows. "You got lost?"

Lucien nodded, stopping at the stairs. "Yeah the blowing off steam calmed me down and the getting lost made me think a lot."

"Good for you."

"Jason I'm worried about," he said before motioning upstairs to the sleeping family.

He frowned up at him. "What do you mean?"

Lucien sat down on the bottom step, rubbing his dirty hands together. "I mean they took me in and hired you…I don't know I was just thinking how this would effect them as well."

Jason rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about it as well. "Guess this just doesn't effect us huh?" he muttered, receiving a shake of the head from the other. He took a seat next to him on the stairs, his knee popping as he sat down. "What can we do then?"

Lucien shrugged slightly. "Defend them I suppose. That's all we can do."

He hummed with a nod of his head. "Yeah…Go take a shower, you smell like a wet dog."

He nodded before standing up, but didn't go up the stairs just yet. "Jason?"

"What?" he asked, looking at him while rubbing his face in exhaustion.

"I'm a bad boyfriend aren't I?"

For some reason the question made him chuckle. "While I wouldn't say you're the worst, you are pretty bad."

Lucien bowed his head slightly. "I'm sorry…After my shower if you want to talk I'll be in my room. If it isn't to late that is."

Jason leaned back against the stairs, stretching his back so it cracked. "I guess it isn't."

He smiled down at him before turning around to quietly going up the stairs. Maybe their romantic relationship was dead, didn't mean that their friendship was. Lucien liked to think he was in control of himself, that he had a handle on his emotions; but he really didn't. What's even worse was that when he'd been worrying about his own ass, he had completely ignored the feelings of the people that'd been so kind to him. It was what he was used to though, when things went to hell in Beggars Hand, he had to look out for himself and Sunny who basically was an extension of Lucien. But this wasn't Beggars Hand, this wasn't Queen's Hand and this wasn't the old world he used to know where everyone only looked out for themselves. He had to get used to that and fix himself to be less selfish.

He was surprised that no one had woken up while he was taking a shower, but he was rather glad. He wasn't ready to face the consequences of his behavior just yet; he was far too tired to. But come morning he would be, hopefully.

He entered his dark room with a towel around his waist, shutting the door quietly before flicking on the light to get dressed. When he turned around he was surprised to see Jason sleeping on his bed, arms crossed over his chest and a light snore escaping him every few seconds. Guess I took to long. He thought almost sighing as he let the towel fall onto the ground and made his way to the dresser.

He heard shifting behind him but ignored it until a tired chuckle reached his ears. "Are you trying to seduce me?" Jason asked, sitting up slowly and rubbing his hand over his face.

"No, just trying to get some clothes on." Lucien muttered pulling on a shirt. "Sorry I woke you up."

"Damn right you are." Jason groaned, pulling a pillow over his head to block out the light. He moved the pillow away when the light turned off and put it behind his head as he felt Lucien take a seat on the edge of the bed next to him. "Gonna make me talk?"

"Uh-uh." He said with a small shake of his head, running a hand through the others hair much like he did for him multiple times. "I'm just going to be here, like I should have been earlier."

Jason hummed and wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him more onto the bed so he could use the smaller male as a pillow. "Good." He shut his eyes and tried to go back to sleep but even with the gentle hand rubbing his head and the warmth of another body he couldn't. He sighed heavily and tilted his head back, able to make out Lucien's stark white hair in the darkness. "This isn't the first time this has happened to me."

Lucien blinked at the sudden statement but didn't stop what he was doing. "What isn't?"

"This…Coming out thing and people turning their backs on me." Jason said softly. "Texas wasn't any better than here really. I had a good childhood, grew up with loving parents that said I could tell them anything…So when I was 18 I told them that I thought I might be gay."

"They didn't take it well?" Lucien asked gently, draping his other arm around him to give him more comfort.

"My dad…he went nuts. Started screaming and swearing, then at one point he couldn't even say anything except for me to get out of his house. Told me not to call them, not to write them and not even to use the family name anymore. He was so angry…I was afraid he was going to get his gun and shoot me."

"What about your mother?"

"She couldn't stop crying to say anything or stop him." He answered, reaching a hand up to gently touch the one resting on his chest. "So I got out of there and waited until they left the house before going back in to get all of my stuff."

Lucien pressed his cheek against the top of his head. "I'm so very sorry Jason." He whispered, his other arm joining the first. "I can't imagine how that must have felt." The man grunted slightly and they descended into silence for a while, the only sound in the room being the rain beating against the window. "…Let me take the fall."

"Huh?" Jason sat up away from him and frowned at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Let me take the fall. Let the blame fall on me. I can tell everyone that I seduced you into trying to sleep with me and the Lewis's didn't know about my sexual orientation." He said smiling at him in the dark.

"Lucien…No I can't let you do that." Jason uttered shaking his head.

"Jason, I have no emotional attachments to this town besides you and the family. You all though, you have lives and friends here." He pressed a hand against his chest, over his newest scar. "Emotional damage is far greater than physical. I'm used to pain and I don't mind a few more scars if it means protecting people I care about."

The brunette pressed a hand to his forehead. "No one would-"

"They would though. If they're as religious crazed and uneducated as I think they are, they'll believe that a stranger with a mysterious past is perfectly capable of this." He stated, reaching his hand out and gently touching the others cheek.

He grabbed onto the hand when it came to rest on his face. "If anything I'm the one that seduced you."

"True, but no one needs to know that." The white haired male chuckled. "What do you say?"

"I say it isn't right-" warm lips pressing against his cut off his statement, he pressed back for a moment before pulling away. "What're you doing?"

"Seducing you." He said with a laugh in his voice, moving until he was straddling Jason's lap. "Then it'll be true."

"You're one crazy son of a bitch." Jason grunted, moving his hands off of the warm body on his lap and onto the bed. "I don't agree with that plan of yours and sleeping with you isn't going to change my mind."

Lucien frowned and wrapped his arms around his neck, moving himself closer to him. "Jason please let me protect you." He sighed against his lips.

"I don't need protection!" he said in a harsh whisper, grabbing onto small shoulders and pushing him back on the bed. "At least not this kind of protection. Not lying to everyone and letting you suffer."

"Could you handle that kind of rejection again?" Lucien snapped back at him, doing his best to keep his voice down. "Would you be able to handle the looks? The whispers? The harassment?"

"And you would?"

"Yes I would!" he hissed, grabbing onto the wrists of the hands hold him down. "I don't know these people Jason! I don't give two shits what they think of me! But you do, I can hear it in your voice and I can see it on your face. Jason the only thing they can do to hurt me is to hit me. I can handle that. If I can survive what made the scars on my back I sure as hell can survive a few punches."

"But you freaked out when that man hit you earlier."

Lucien let out a breath and shut his eyes. "Yes, I did. But that's because I was surprised. Please Jason, this is the only thing I can think to do to help."

"By becoming the town punching bag?" he growled, trying to keep his grip from tightening on his shoulders. "I can't let you do that! It ain't right!"

"Neither is you and the family being judged and persecuted when you guys don't deserve it." He said firmly.

Jason growled before letting the tension out of his body with an annoyed breath. "Doesn't matter what you say, I won't let you do it."

Lucien gritted his teeth in frustration. They were getting no-where with this argument except wasting time and energy on it. He remained silent for a long time, his mind trying to think up a solution to this problem.

Jason frowned down at him. "Why are you so quiet? Whoa!" he bit his tongue to stifle the sound of his surprise.

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He smirked slightly and continued to rub Jason's groin through his jeans with his hand. "That's why." He hummed, moving his head to the side to avoid being smacked in the face when Jason bowed his head down and pressed it against the bed.

"Damnit, this isn't going to change my mind." Jason grunted, his grip tightening on Lucien's shoulders.

He rubbed his nose against his hair, pressing a small kiss on the back of his ear before whispering, "I know."

"Aagh, fuck." He snarled, jerking his hips against the hand still firmly massaging his hardening member. "Lucien I swear." He struggled to say, trying to hold onto his anger but found it becoming harder to do so.

"What?" he asked with a small grin, slightly scaring himself with how much he was enjoying having this kind of power over someone. "I want to see if I really am gay."

He grunted lowly in his throat. "I'm serious. I'm pissed at you."

"Clearly." He teased before nipping at the shell of his ear.

Jason grabbed the hand on his crotch and slammed it down on the bed next to Lucien's head. Their teeth clicked together when Jason kissed him roughly. Ebony eyes went wide before shutting tight and wrapping his free arm around the others neck to bring him closer. This wasn't like before in the truck, it was light hearted and gentle then. Now Lucien didn't know if it was because Jason was angry or he was just extremely sexually frustrated or perhaps a combination of the two but it was much more need driven than anything else.

No tenderness, no foreplay; just lust and a primal urge that had to be fulfilled.

His sweat pants and boxers were slid down his waist to his thighs and he had to pull away from the kiss. "J-jason please go, nnh, slowly." He pleaded between pants, pulling his other arm free to wrap around his shoulders.

"Don't worry." He whispered wrapping his arms around the body beneath him after pushing his pants down enough to free his erect length. He pulled Lucien's lower half up onto his lap and slowly began to sink into the burning tight heat. "Fuuuck." He growled, trying to keep his voice down lest they wake up the rest of the house.

Lucien arched up against him, opening his mouth as if to scream but all that came out was heavy panting. Shit! This feels so familiar! He thought, biting down on his lip to keep any loud sounds from escaping his throat as Jason started to rock into him. D-did I have someone back in Queens hand? He asked himself, his hands gripping tighter onto Jason's jacket, small hiccups of sounds leaving his lips when the rocking turned into thrusting and all thoughts pretty much flew out of his head.

He found himself biting into the collar of the brunette's jacket to muffle his voice. Any pain that he may have felt was long gone and replaced with a searing pleasure that made his toes curl on the sheets and goose bumps form along his flesh. "Aaaah." He gasped softly, a shudder racing up his spine, his hands digging into the man's clothed back when he reached his climax.

"Nmph!" Jason grunted, pressing his forehead against Lucien's shoulder his own body shivering when he hit his peak as well. He fell down limply on top of the other man, the sound of their panting filling the empty room and mingling with the sound of the rain outside. Jason pulled out of the smaller male and lay down next to him on the bed.

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Lucien blinked his eyes dazedly up at the ceiling before turning his head to the side to face Jason. "Yeah I'm definitely gay."

Jason chuckled tiredly, draping his arm of his chest and pulling him close to his body again. "Go to sleep." He muttered, his own eyes slowly falling shut and his mind giving into the exhaustion of the day.

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The sun rising up from behind the lingering dark clouds was a beautiful sight to see this early in the morning. Last nights rain had left large puddles on the ground, but thankfully it had just been a hard rain and not a tornado.

Robert believed himself to be a kind, very well tempered man. He was active in his community and went to church every Sunday to praise their lord and savior. Today he was going to the church, even though it was Friday, to help the elderly priest like he so often did.

He pulled up in the small parking lot and blinked behind his glasses seeing someone sleeping on the steps of the church, covered up mostly by a large jacket. Ah another homeless person seeking refuge. He thought while getting out of his car and approaching the steps. "Excuse me?" he called out when he was close enough he thought the person might hear him.

They shifted under the jacket for a moment before a shock of bright white hair emerged and he found deep black eyes blinking up at him. Though what put him off were the dark tattoo's marring their face and neck. Robert did not like the look of this person. White hair, endless black eyes like a dark abyss, their unidentifiable sex and those ugly tattoo's. He took a deep breath to calm himself. "Can I help you young…"

"Man." Lucien grunted, sitting up and pulling the jacket around his shoulders. "I'm a man."

"May I help you?" he asked with a rather tightly forced smile.

"I was looking for the priest for a confession, but I fell asleep waiting." He said standing up from the steps with a small sway when a sting of pain raced up his spine. "Ugh, I have no idea what the hell I'm even doing anymore. I thought I had an idea, now it just seems stupid." He grumbled more to himself than to the middle aged man that clearly didn't like him already.

"Well if it's a confession you want, I'm no priest but I frequent the mass to be close to one." The man offered, wondering what kind of sins this foul creature could have done; but at least he was seeking redemption.

Lucien rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess so. Though you have to promise not to hit me." He said, pointing to the light bruise on his cheek. "I'm to tired to deal with that."

"I swear on the Lords good name." he said holding up his hand in a promise, before walking over and taking a seat on the steps of the church.

The white haired male sighed and sat down next to him. "I seduced another man to sleep with me last night." He looked out of the corner of his eye and saw barely concealed horror and disgust in the man's eyes. "Don't look at me like that, I feel horrible enough as it is." He scoffed, leaning back on the steps behind him. "Seems like everything was going well for the people who took me in, then I screwed it all up."

"Wait, are you the boy with amnesia?" the man asked, to which he received a nod.

"That's me, John Doe." He grumbled, looking up at the changing color of the sky. "The Lewis's were kind enough to take me in, now because of something that happened yesterday that I'm sure is the buzz of the town, I'm afraid they may become social pariah's and Jason, ugh." He pressed a hand against his eyes. "I just want people to treat them the same before I came and ruined everything."

"You seduced Jason?" Robert questioned almost in a bark. "Have you no shame?"

Lucien waved his hand dismissively. "Yep. I made him curious and I took advantage of that, whatever you want to call it." He didn't show surprise when the man grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him to his face so that he could glare him in the eye. "The hell is wrong with you? You promised you wouldn't hit me."

"I'm looking you in the eye heathen." He growled, pushing up his glasses. "I see only darkness in your eyes."

"That's just my eye color." Lucien deadpanned. "Doesn't make me evil. Didn't you hear me say I was worried I ruined everything?"

"Fake remorse to make me lower my guard so you can tempt me into sin!" he almost shouted and Lucien flinched.

This was a bad idea. He thought, prying the man's hand off his shirt. "Screw you, you clearly don't understand the teachings of the mythology of your own religion." He said trying to stand up but found a hand suddenly grasping his throat. "Ach! What're you doing! Let me go!" he yelled, grabbing onto the hand and stumbling over his feet as the man dragged him backwards by the neck to the church doors.

"Mythology! How dare you say such blasphemy!" he yelled, opening the church doors and dragging the demon inside. "Seducing another man, faking remorse so that you can tempt me into sinning, markings on your face and eyes as black as hell! There's only one thing to do with demons!"

"I'm not a demon you idiot!" Lucien yelled, his shout echoing loudly in the empty church, coughing when the grip on his neck tightened. Crap, if I use my powers he'll just think I'm even more of a demon! He thought with a grimace, unable to turn his head to see where the man was dragging him. I just have to grit my teeth through the pain until I can make my escape!

Robert felt excitement course through his veins, he didn't understand why he felt this sudden rush. Perhaps it was because he was doing Gods will. Yes that had to be it. He was going to rid the world of this hell spawn. His eyes landed on the baptismal font, a marble structure in the shape of a cross at the back of the church filled with holy water. Perfect for purging evil. He tightened his grip on the now weakly struggling demon, ignoring as his nails dug into the skin of his hand and continued to pull him toward the font.

He put one knee on the font and grabbed onto his neck with his other hand and looked the demon square in the eye before plunging his head under the holy water.

Lucien's eyes snapped wide open under the water, a torrent of bubbles escaping his lips when the hands loosened their grip on his neck to allow the water to rush into his mouth. Sh-shit he's really trying to kill me! He thought, kicking his legs out and flailing his arms around to try and grab onto something to pull himself up or to hit off his attacker.

Robert grunted when a knee collided with his stomach before moving to trap the devils legs against the edge of the font. He removed his hands from his neck to reach out and grab the flailing arms gathering the wrists in one hand to pin against his chest. The white haired demon resurfaced with a gasp before he used his free hand to shove his head back down under the water. "Repent for your sins foul demon! Repent!" he shouted down into the water, a grin appearing on his face as the struggling slowly stopped.

He heard a growl behind him and he turned his head in time for something small and black to jump on his face, clawing his skin and biting his head. "Aaah!" he screamed loudly, stumbling away from the small male and grabbing onto the black creature.

Lucien pulled himself up from the font with a rush of water and loud gasp, coughing hysterically to get the water out of his lungs and struggling to not descend into unconsciousness.

Robert finally threw the creature off his head and onto the ground, his glasses broken and askew on his cut face. He panted sneering down at the small devil before stomping his foot down on its chest.

Lucien's eyes went wide and he threw his head back, letting out a loud scream of pain as he grabbed at his chest.

"So you are a demon!" Robert shouted, grinding his foot down on the creature that let out a sharp hiss but his focus was on the human that began to sway. "You are connected to this devil? Then you both shall return to hell!" he reached down and grabbed the devil under his shoe, throwing it at its' human counterpart and sending them both into the font with a loud splash.

Lucien tried to get back up but a hand returned to his neck, keeping his head pressed against the marble at the bottom of the font. Robert used his free hand to press the black devil down along with its human.

Anything that wasn't nailed down began to shake before flying up into the air and toward Robert, who ducked underneath the levitating objects. "Haha! You can't still the hand of God!" he shouted down at the water, a large grin on his face watching the kicks and movement of the two bodies slowly come to a halt. "Now-agh!" his sentence was cut off by a hit to the back of his head, his unconscious body falling to the ground with a dull thud.

Arms clad in a black trench coat reached into the cold water, picking up the unmoving Lucien and laying him down on the tiled floor. One hand encased in a brown leather glove tilted his head back, the other pulling his chin down to open his mouth. Pale lips covered his and exhaled before moving away to push both hands down on his still chest. The process was repeated once more before Lucien coughed loudly and water expelled itself from his mouth, him turning on his side to cough the rest of it up so it wouldn't fall back into his mouth. He struggled to open his eyes and hold onto his conscious, looking up when he heard the sound of dripping water. He saw the black figure of a man, but his vision's inability to focus made it hard for him to make out any details. A small wet black mass was laid next to him and it took him a moment to recognize it as Sunny. He grasped onto the creature with shaky hands and pulled him close to his chest.

Something was draped over him and he looked up again, seeing the figure kneeling next to him. He tried to stay awake but his body gave in to weakness and he passed out, still tightly clutching Sunny against his chest.

The sound of police sirens penetrated the silence of the wrecked church and the stranger stood up, leaving behind his coat as the echo of his footsteps faded out of the small chapel.

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He groaned softly, his eyes slowly fluttering open. He frowned up at the tiled ceiling he was looking up at. He looked around the small room and it took him a moment to realize he was back in the doctor's examination room. He slowly pushed himself up on his elbows and ran a hand through his slightly damp hair, his hand stopping as the events of the morning came rushing back to him.

He fell back down on the examination table and held up his hand. I almost died. He thought, scowling up at his palm. Because I didn't want to hurt anyone with my powers. He shut his hand in a fist. "Tch!" he sat up, wincing slightly from the pain in his chest but ignored it and set his feet down on the floor frowning down at the paper gown he was wearing. Spotting his clothes on the back of a chair he began to get dressed, pausing as he was putting on his shirt seeing a black trench coat folded on the back as well. That's not mine.

Curious he picked it up and sat down on the table to look it over. Clearly a men's coat. He thought holding it out and looking at the inside, his nose twitching at the sharp smell of gunpowder. He held the fabric to his nose and inhaled deeply, ignoring his protesting lungs. Yeah that's definitely gunpowder. He slowly shut his eyes and smelled it again. "Mm, nice cologne."

The door opened and he dropped the coat down on his lap, suddenly finding his arms full with a hyper four year old. "Lotion!"

"Ow, hi Trevor." Lucien said with a wince, picking the boy off his chest and lifting him in the air before setting him down on the ground.

"Are you alright?" Andrew asked as he entered the room, Lucien tensing seeing the mans body language.

"Please don't hit me." The white haired male muttered.

Andrew's shoulders shook before he let out a breath and they slumped. "Trevor go sit with your sister in the waiting room." Andrew told his young son firmly. The boy frowned before leaving the room, his mother directing him to the waiting room. Martha entered the room but before she shut the door Jason followed in after her.

Lucien swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck. There was nothing he could say to them. Apologizing wouldn't help and there really was no explanation for what he'd done.

"First of all we're all happy that you're alive." Andrew started. "Second of all," he took off his hat and smacked Lucien on the head with it. "What in the hell were you thinking!"

"I-I wasn't!" he answered, rubbing his head. "I felt bad! I thought I knew a way to fix everything!"

"I told you not to do this Lucien." Jason said in a serious tone of voice, walking forward. "I told you not to try to make yourself into the town punching bag."

"You could have been killed." Martha said softly.

"I thought I'd get hit a couple of times, I didn't know that someone would try to drown me!" Lucien said, standing up from the examination table. "I'm sorry alright! I know that doesn't help, but I'm sorry!" he yelled.

Andrew ran his hand over his head. "We don't know what to do with you Lucien."

He leaned back against the examination table. "I don't know what to do anymore either."

Martha stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder. "I know you were trying to help Lucien, but you need to talk to us."

"Oh he'll talk." Jason bit out. "Problem is he won't listen."

Lucien resisted the urge to glare at him. "Whatever." He muttered looking away and glaring at the opposite wall. "Maybe I should find some place else to live. I'm grateful that you all took me in, but clearly I've become to much of a burden."

Martha looked at Andrew with a frown while Jason turned his back to the conversation. "We didn't say that." The older man said somewhat tiredly. "Times are…Frustrating right now, but you aren't a burden and we aren't going to kick you out."

He looked back toward them and let out a breath through his nose. "Right. I'm sorry."

There was a knock on the door and Jason opened it to reveal the sheriff. "I need to talk with Lucien." He said gruffly and stepped aside to let them leave.

Andrew patted his shoulder and Martha hugged him tightly before both left and the door shut behind them.

Sheriff William turned to the young man, rubbing his face tiredly. "You know my town was so much quieter before you came around."

"Sorry." Damnit I'm getting tired saying sorry all the time. He thought to himself, mentally shaking his head. "What happened with the guy that almost killed me?"

"His name is Robert Tortello and he's in custody right now." He explained, leaning against the medical counter. "Now I need you to tell me exactly what happened."

Lucien frowned before retelling him the events leading up to his attempted drowning. "Then you passed out in the water?" William asked, scratching his head as Lucien nodded. "Hmm…there was a wound on the back of Robert's head, looked like it was made by the butt end of a gun." He leaned forward slightly to look him in the eye. "Now think Lucien, someone obviously pulled you out of the water. Can you remember them?"

He stared back at the sheriff, though looking through him rather than at him as he tried to recall how he'd gotten out of the water. His face twitched as he tried to recall what had happened after he passed out. He shut his eyes tight, the image of a dark figure hovering over him resurfacing in his mind, but he couldn't make out any details. "I remember someone, but I didn't see their face. Why?" he asked curiously.

"Don't worry about it." The man answered, standing up straight.

"What's going to happen with that psycho?" Lucien asked, rubbing his throat slightly still filling those hands strangling his throat.

"He'll be released after twenty four hours."

Lucien choked on his own saliva. "WHAT!" He shouted, jumping off the examination table. "That man tried to kill me! He called me a demon! He almost drowned me in holy water! You're just going to let him go!"

"He's a good man-"

"LIKE HELL HE IS!" he roared loudly, gripping his hair as he began to pace. "I can't believe this! He's going to come after me again, he's gonna really kill me." He muttered to himself sitting down heavily on the table.

"Look we'll keep him under watch until he calms down, you don't have to worry he won't come anywhere near you again." The sheriff said, about to put a hand on his shoulder but Lucien batted it away.

"Ju-just leave me alone." He said softly, putting his head in his hands. He lifted his head when the door shut and turned his eyes to the coat sitting next to him. He picked up the coat and inhaled the scent of the cologne again, finding it somewhat calming. Who ever that man was, at least he assumed it was a man and that this was his coat, he owed him a great debt. "Heh, looks like I have a guardian angel looking out for me." He chuckled before slowly frowning thinking of the man with a vendetta against him. Come at me if you want asshole. This time I won't hold back.

He looked down at his shadow when Sunny slowly rose up from it and he smiled down at the imp. "At least you aren't mad at me." He muttered, patting his lap and Sunny eagerly jumped up into his arms, cuddling to his chest with a loud purr resonating from his tiny form. "I'm so sorry, I was being stupid and it almost got us killed." He apologized, rubbing his head between his ears. "It won't happen again."

"Sunny loves Lucien." The imp cooed.

Lucien smiled down at the child like creature. "Lucien loves Sunny too." He hummed, setting him down on his lap. Sunny's ears perked up when he was set on the coat, sniffing it for a moment before burying himself inside it. "Oh you like it to huh?" he asked, grinning as he watched him roll around in the coat. "Did you see the man that helped us?" he asked, petting his head through the fabric of the coat.

Sunny shuffled around before his head popped back up with a golden lighter in his mouth. He dropped the lighter in Lucien's hand when it moved in front of him. "Gold."

"Yes this is gold." Lucien hummed, studying the lighter curiously, focusing on the odd little crest engraved on it. "Well I wouldn't say actual gold."

"No. Man gold."

He arched an eyebrow at the imp. "Man gold? What the heck is that supposed to mean?" instead of answering Sunny jumped off his lap and began to look around the room curiously. He sighed, putting the lighter in his pocket. "Sunny I don't think I'll ever be able to understand you a hundred percent."

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"Why do you want to stay in a back water town like this?" the man asked, shutting the door to the less than appealing hotel room behind him to avoid their conversation being heard by any snoops. "Does it have something to do with that kid from the church?"

He removed the leather gloves from his hands before taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "It has everything to do with him." He said with a slight smirk forming around the cigarette he placed between his lips. "Looks like it could be interesting." His hands riffled through his pockets for a moment before he huffed. "Damn, he must have my favorite lighter as well. Lend me yours."

The man by the door tossed him the cheap plastic lighter he kept on him. "Why'd you save him anyway? It's not like you to give two shits about random people."

"Ah, but you didn't see what I saw and besides that pompous ass trying to drown him said something I couldn't ignore." He chuckled, walking toward the window hidden by shut curtains.

"And what exactly was that?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

He pushed the curtain to the side, the light from the afternoon sun reflecting itself in his golden blonde hair, a small tint of red in it shining through from the direct light. "You can't still the hand of God." He repeated as he lit the end of the cigarette dangling in his lips. "Now how could you hear that and not prove him wrong?"

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Jason swore loudly in frustration from under his truck. "Damnit! Who the hell thinks it's funny to screw with the bottom of my truck!" he shouted loudly, rolling out from under his truck and found himself looking up at Lucien. He glared at him and rolled back under. "Go away."

"Jason it's been almost a week." Lucien sighed, rubbing the back of his head, waving his hand and Jason was pulled back out from under the truck. "Come on I didn't stay this angry at you when you fucking tied me up."

The brunette stood himself up and banged his hand on his truck. "You don't get it do you?"

"Apparently I don't or we wouldn't have this problem." He deadpanned crossing his arms over his chest. "Is it because I didn't listen to you? I'm sorry about that, you were right."

"It's partially that." Jason said, wiping his greasy hands on his dirty pants. "And you're damn right I was right."

"Well damnit Jason just fucking tell me! I can move things with my mind not fucking read 'em!" Lucien groaned loudly.

"You weren't there when I woke up."

Black eyes blinked at him. "Oh." He muttered softly.

"Yeah, 'oh'." He growled, walking closer to him and crossing his arms over his chest. "I felt so…cheap waking up and not seeing you beside me. If I wanted a one night stand I would have gone to the city and after finding out where you went instead of being beside me…that just made me feel worse." He muttered, sitting back down on the board he used to roll underneath his truck. "It felt like you just did it to make me go to sleep and then sneak out to do something stupid that could have killed you."

Lucien looked down at his feet before sitting down next to him on the ground, leaning back against the dirty truck. "I'm sorry. You know that wasn't my intention."

"I know it wasn't." Jason sighed, looking over at Lucien when he pressed his forehead against his shoulder. "I think you're the worst boyfriend I've ever had."

"Oh lovely, thank you for telling me that." He said into his shirt, rolling his eyes.

Jason chuckled and pushed him away playfully. "Well I know how you don't like to be bull shitted."

He rolled his eyes again and leaned his head back against the truck, his eyes looking at the tools on the wall of the garage. "So guess that means that it's over?" Lucien asked softly.

The other nodded slowly. "Yeah, to much fighting, not enough…well to much fighting. But that might be partially my fault. I sorta just jumped on you, not really thinking about whether or not we're compatible."

"My fault for being so pretty." He said pressing his lips together and grinning when Jason pushed his head to the side. "Do you even find me attractive?" he asked curiously, tilting his head to the side as Jason scratched his head.

"Well…You're interesting looking and you can be really cute…"

"But overall the tattoos and the scars…" he said trailing off and waiting for an answer.

"You're making me sound so shallow." Jason groaned, banging the back of his head lightly against the truck.

Lucien chuckled and shook his head. "Forget I asked…can we still be friends?"

He looked over at him and smiled before holding out his hand. "Yeah we can still be friends."

Lucien perked up and shook his hand with a wide grin on his face. "Good, that's what I was most worried about with you being so mad at me…So how was the sex?"

"You have no idea how much I fucking needed that." Lucien laughed at the look on his friends face when he said that statement. "You?"

"Oh you were the best I ever had." He grinned as Jason half-heartedly glared at him.

"That's a fucking amnesia joke isn't it?"

"I forget." He laughed when he punched him in the arm and called him an ass. "But you like my ass."

"That does it." Jason scrambled to get up while Lucien sprung up to his feet and ran out of the garage, laughing loudly. "Come here and I'll show you how much I like your ass by burying my foot in it!" He caught up to him and put him in a headlock, grinding his knuckles into the white scalp.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Lucien shouted trying to get his arm off his neck.

"Hey!" the shout made them look toward the sidewalk seeing a man glaring at them.

"Relax Jeff!" Jason yelled at the man. "We're just friends!"

Jeff grunted and eyed them before continuing on his way.

Lucien pulled himself free from the lax grip and watched the man leave silently with Jason. "How bad is it?" he asked after a moment of silence.

"It isn't bad. I mainly get a lot of looks, but I think your stupid plan worked. What about you and the family?"

"Well," he started. "The Lewis's live so far out from the town that no one can really come hassle them. One or two kids from the schools tried but I scared them off pretty easily. From what I was told, Martha is being treated pretty normally and so is Andrew. Jessica unfortunately had some trouble with bullying, but I think I put a stop to it."

"Oh boy, what'd you do?"

Lucien looked at him and smirked. "Nothing I just talked to the kids." He said innocently strolling back to the garage.

"You know that innocent shit doesn't work on me. What'd you do? Tell me damnit!"

"No!"

"My foot will go right up your ass."

"Is that a promise?"

"…You are so damn weird."