Jason never thought he would ever get that mad before. Sure, he got REALLY pissed when he saw bad people invade his campsite, but he would relax after he had killed them. But this...what the good girl had done was too much. How DARE she go in the most sacred room of his home? How DARE she go snooping around his home without his permission? How DARE she display that kind of disgust toward HIS mother? How DARE she? It was downright rude...

Jason ground his teeth as he stomped toward her cabin. The only reason he came back was because he heard her scream. He thought she was in trouble, so being the good boy he was, he wanted to make sure she was okay. He fought back the urge to slash off her pretty little head with the first thing he could lay his hands on when he saw what she had done. He thought she was going to sleep like he told her to. But NO, she just HAD to disobey hi-

...

...Did he just call her pretty?

Jason stopped abruptly and almost stepped into one of the bear traps he set up, frowning to himself in thought. DID he call her pretty? He did, didn't he...?

Jason growled under his breath and started walking again. She wasn't THAT pretty...

He made his way toward the cabin, stepping inside and making his way around to see where her belongings were. His eyes adjusted to the dark quickly, since he was so used to it. He was about to reach for something on the dresser when a very, VERY loud screeching noise literally made his brain shake.

"JASON VOORHEES, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE JUST DONE?"

Jason clamped both hands against his head and sat down on the bed, his head throbbing. Never has Mother sounded so upset before, and quite frankly it scared the living daylights out of him.

'She isn't allowed in there, Mother! She was supposed to go to bed like I told her to! But she disobeyed me, l-like a ba-'

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL HER A BAD GIRL!"

Jason flinched and pulled his knees to his chest, his hands still clasped over his ears. Okay, now she was REALLY scaring him.

'M-mother I-'

"She has EVERY right to look around our house, Jason! She IS living with us, after all! Of course she's going to have to take a look around, or she'll never be comfortable! Is that what you want, Jason? Do you WANT her to be uncomfortable?"

'No...'

"That's what I thought! And she has EVERY right to see ME too, you know! It's not like I'm a priceless jewel or something!"

Jason slowly uncurled his large body as his Mother's voice gradually softened. He tugged at one of the sleeves of his jacket childishly.

'You are to me, Mother...you are a jewel to me...seeing her react that way to you really hurt me!'

"Jason..." He felt his heart warm up at her sweetened voice. "I know you're protective of me Honey, but you must understand where this good girl is coming from. She's never experienced anything like what's happening to her now before. This is all new to her, and seeing more things related to the things she's going through will only scare her more-"

'She's STILL scared? But I promised I wouldn't hurt her!'

"Be that as it may, Darling, she still must be a tad frightened over what she had seen. I know she didn't mean to react that way because she must have been scared enough as it is. Please try to understand, Honey. She didn't mean to hurt your feelings or disrespect me. She's too sweet to ever do something like that knowingly. Please talk to her, Jason. Apologize to her."

Jason stared down at his lap weakly. He was starting to feel a sensation that he had never felt before, and fact that he didn't know what was happening to him only caused his heartbeat to quicken. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, not really knowing how to respond to this feeling. He was hoping Mother would tell him what he was feeling, but he couldn't hear her voice. He frowned in slight frustration and glanced around the cabin again. The first thing he saw was a huge bump in the blankets. He pulled it away and saw what looked like a large stuffed dog. Jason reached out and grabbed it, feeling its soft, slightly matted fur, and lifted it up into his lap. The stuffed dog was light brown and had a friendly look on its face. Jason could see why the good girl needed this thing to sleep. It was pretty relaxing to look at. Jason looked around and saw the duffel bag she must have used. He left the stuffed dog on the bed and started to grab all of the things in the dresser and he threw them into the duffel bag. He didn't bother organizing or anything. She was just going to take it all out anyway. While he was packing her things, he could still feel the awful sensation creeping around him, which didn't make his packing job any better. The feeling was getting stronger and stronger as he looked through her things, especially her books. He didn't know a single one, but they all looked slightly interesting, more or less. Once he had packed everything and was starting for his home again, he could feel his heart beat harder and the unknown feeling pound through his body. He almost didn't dodge another bear trap as the feeling clouded his mind, but he did manage to reach his home in one piece.

When he opened the door, he felt the unknown feeling literally slap him in the face when he heard the good girl crying from upstairs. He was relieved that she didn't manage to escape somehow, but hearing her cry again was only giving the feeling he wanted to tear to pieces get stronger. He tensed in frustration and he slowly went up the stairs, still holding her things. With every step he took, he could hear the good girl cry harder and harder, and Jason felt his hand grip the stuffed dog in his hand like he was trying to destroy it. He pulled the keys out of pocket and unlocked the door, listening to the good girl squeal in fright. He slowly stepped inside, his heart throwing itself against his ribs, and saw the good girl on the bed. She was sobbing even harder than she had been before, and her body was curled up so tightly he felt that even he couldn't pry her open. He stared down at the good girl weakly, the feeling stronger than ever. He started to realize that what Mother had said was completely right. This girl…this good, good girl had been through so much today…she saw four people die before her eyes, then she got kidnapped by a serial killer and then saw a disembodied head on a pedestal. Of course she was going to be scared or a very, very long time, and she probably wasn't going to trust him anytime soon, but Jason wanted to do what he could to try to make her happy.

Jason placed the duffel bag near the bed and hid the stuffed dog behind his back, slowly sitting on the bed. His eye widened when he saw a large puddle near her face. Her arms were covering most of her face, but he knew exactly what he was going to see when she pulled away. Her body was completely rigid in fear, and her sobbing was louder than before, which must have been the reason why she hadn't noticed him sitting down. He reached over and grabbed his notepad from the floor; it must have fallen while she was crying. He grabbed the pen and started to write quietly, trying not to scare her. The feeling was making his lungs ache.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, good girl." He really didn't know what else to say. He didn't want to tell the good girl about his Mother yet; that would certainly scare her. Jason slowly looked over at the good girl, who was still bawling. He slowly shook the notepad in front of her to catch her attention, and almost instantly she screamed and backed away into the corner that the bed was against. Her body was pressed as hard as it could against the wall and her legs were so far into her chest he was sure it must have hurt. Her face was scarlet now, with what looked like crimson streaks that started from the bottom of her eyes to her slightly exposed collarbone. Her breathing was shallow and quick, revealing her true fear for him. Jason slowly showed her the notepad and casted his gaze downward, praying. The only thing that Jason could hear was her whimpers as she read what he wrote, and slowly the good girl spoke. Her voice was weak and raw. Jason knew the minute she felt better she needed something to drink before she lost the ability to talk.

"I-I-I…I-I'm s-so s-so-sorry…" her voice slowly eased into a high-pitched squeal and she buried her face in her hands. "I-I-I di-didn't mean t-to a-anger y-you…I-I-I c-couldn't sl-sleep a-and I-I d-don't r-r-remem-mber h-how I g-got in th-th-that room a-and wh-when I-I-I saw…" she trailed off and just continued to cry, her body shaking. Jason watched her weakly, and he slowly started to write again. He had never heard someone stutter so much before. It sounded so genuine, though, like she was telling the truth straight from her heart, but she was scared beyond her comprehension that he wouldn't believe her. But of course he believed her. She was too delicate to ever lie like that. She did say herself that she couldn't sleep without her stuffed dog in her possession. Even though Jason honestly thought that his stuffed rabbit would be enough for her to at least get SOME sleep, but there must have been something really special about this dog.

"Good girl, please don't cry. I'm not mad at you anymore. I will tell you everything later, but now you really need to sleep. Wait, though…" Jason shook the notepad in front of her gently, and she slowly looked up, her eyes red. She looked up him slowly, confused. Jason tried to give her a soft look and slowly reached out to her. He watched as she slowly shrunk away, slight fear in her eyes. He grazed his fingers along the side of her neck again, hopefully, and his eye brightened when he saw her break into a small fit of giggles, trying to brush his hand away. Jason smiled behind his mask as the feeling he felt before instantly flew out the window.

"I brought your things back, good girl." Jason slowly pulled the stuffed dog from behind him and held it out to her gently. He saw the good girl's eyes light up quickly as she gently took it from his hands, hugging it quickly and burying her face in its chest. Jason felt his heart warm up at the sight.

"Th-thank y-you…" the good girl smiled up at him softly, pulling away from the stuffed dog. Jason was never thanked for anything before, and the thought of that made his face heat up quickly. He tried to hide it by looking away and scratching his head, hoping it would distract her.

"D-do you wanna kn-know her name?" Jason looked at her and tilted his head to the side. The dog had a name?

"O-of course she h-has a name!" The good girl giggled shyly at him, hugging the dog close to her chest.

…She?

"H-her name is Lacey…I-I've had her s-since I was really little…" she looked down at the stuffed dog – Lacey – and traced it-her face. "Sh-she means a-a whole lot t-to me…m-more than a-anyone could th-think…" her voice sounded distant, as if she wasn't in that room anymore. Jason watched her softly, feeling slightly honored that the good girl was willing to share her feelings with him so soon. She glanced up at him, her face slightly going back to normal, and she held Lacey in both of her hands, the face sticking out towards him. Jason looked at her for a second, confused, before she quickly pressed Lacey's face against his mask. Jason flinched at the action and tensed, and the good girl laughed at his reaction.

"Sh-she's thanking you, silly!" The good girl laughed more and her face flushed up again. "Th-that was pretty ch-childish…" she then laughed even harder, hugging her stomach. Jason was shocked. Just one second ago she thought her life was about to end, and now she's treating him like her best friend. He liked it.

Jason couldn't help but laugh a little. She was truly one of the cutest things he had ever seen. She was acting like a child, but he could tell she wasn't doing it intentionally. It was just how she was inside. This only proved her innocence further! Jason could hear Mother squealing in happiness again.

"You're a silly girl." The good girl blushed at what he wrote and smiled at him shyly.

"N-not i-in a weird way…r-right?"

"Of course, good girl." The good girl giggled again and let out a raspy, but heavy yawn. She instinctively cupped her hands over her mouth, which reminded Jason exactly how tired she must have been.

"Do you think you can sleep now, good girl?" She nodded up at him shyly and hugged Lacey with one arm, stretching her arm out with the other in an effort to stretch her body within the confines of her position; Jason was taking up most of the bed.

"U-uh huh…" Jason slowly got to his feet and wrote something down while she lied down in the bed, lying on her back.

"I'll be right back. I want to get you something." The good girl looked up at him, confused, and he nodded before leaving again. He went down to the kitchen and grabbed a glass before filling it to the top with water. He carefully made his way back up the stairs and into the room again. The good girl was still lying down in the same position, watching him. She looked surprised when she saw the glass of water. He slowly sat down on the bed again, making sure not to crush her, and offered the glass to her. She slowly took the glass, watching him with the same look on her face.

"H-how did you know I-I was thirsty?" Jason felt his face flush at this. He hoped he wouldn't sound weird if he told her the truth. She sounded as if her throat hadn't been used in years.

"You sounded thirsty. Your voice was all scratchy and rough. I thought you were thirsty. Is…that weird?" He looked away from her as he showed her what he wrote, feeling embarrassed. What if she thought he was weird? Would that make her a bad girl?

"N-no…no, i-it doesn't make you weird," she said softly, taking long sips of the water. Jason looked up at her, his eye wide. She giggled shyly. "Y-you said you w-would take care o-of me…y-you're doing a-a good job already!" Jason blinked at her, dumbfounded for a second as he listened to her laugh lightly and drink the entire glass. He was already taking good care of her? It hadn't even been a day yet! Jason felt himself smile under his mask. Perhaps he was better at this then he thought.

"H-hey!" Jason jumped at her voice and looked at her. She was still giving him that same shy smile from before. "Wh-what's your name?" Jason had to frown at himself for this. He didn't even tell her his name…

"Jason Voorhees." The good girl studied the name carefully before smiling back up at him.

"I-I like that name! J-Jason…i-it sounds so nice!" Jason smiled lightly. He was glad she liked his name.

"What's your name, good girl?" He was honestly dying to know. He was going to ask her once she was comfortable enough to tell her, so asking her now seemed appropriate. The good girl giggled again and spoke softly.

"G-guess."

Jason gave her a confused look, and the good girl hugged Lacey close to her chest.

"I-I'll give you a hint. I-it's something we all have."

…

That didn't exactly help.

"Arm?"

"N-no."

"Leg?"

"N-no!"

"Head?"

"No!"

"Hips?"

"J-jason!"

The good girl was laughing like crazy at his answers, which frustrated him a bit. Was he even getting close? Or was she teasing him? His frustration melted slightly when he saw how happy she was. At least she was feeling better.

"I-I'll give you another hint, okay? I-It starts with a D, and it isn't a body part." Jason nodded slowly, taking in the clues and thought for a second before writing down the first thing that came to mind.

"Destiny?"

"Yes!" The good girl – who he now knew as Destiny – clapped her hands in delight, giggling. "Y-you got it!" Jason chuckled lightly at her enthusiasm. For a seemingly exhausted girl, she was full of energy.

"I like your name, Destiny. It's pretty." Jason could see her face turn pink at his compliment. In all honesty, he was a little nervous to admit it. She seemed so shy. He didn't want to scare her away…again.

"R-really…? Th-thank you, Jason…" She gave him a sleepy smile and she slowly yawned again. Jason wrote quickly as he stood up and kneeled down on the side of the bed so she could read it.

"Goodnight, Destiny. I will be in the room closest to yours, okay? If you need me…scream." Destiny laughed at the last part and pulled the covers over her body more.

"N-no problem there…g-goodnight, Jason. Th-thank you f-for taking care of me…" she started blushing again. Jason fought back a smile, even though he knew she couldn't see it.

"I'll do anything to make you happy, Destiny…good girl."

END CHAPTAH

HO-LY-CRAP. Did I love writing this or WHAT! MAN, that was fun! AND it took a LOOONG time! I know this part HAD to be nice and long, since Jason thinks about stuff a lot. We just never hear it!

So, yay! Destiny is warming up to Jason quite a bit now! AND they know each other's names! HOO-RAH! NOW things are starting to happen! Destiny's starting to trust Jason a little bit and letting her real self show, which is a pretty happy-go-lucky girl. She's no always hyper, though. She has her quiet moments.

I cannot BELIEVE I have over 20 reviews! That is SO amazing! I didn't even think anyone would READ this story, since Friday the 13th happened so long ago! I didn't think people were that interested in Jason anymore, but MAN, am I glad they are!

So please…help make it to 30 reviews and…review, please! Tell me anything. I wanna thank the people who keep reviewing! It shows that you really like the story! Thank you guys so much! You're the best! Please let me know if Jason seems too OOC…I kinda feel like he was at some points here, but I wanna hear what you guys have to say.

-NikoRu Rene