Jason slowly tilted his head to the side as he gazed down at one of his bear traps. What he was seeing was surely a rarity, and it always stumped him when he saw it. He hadn't found a real conclusion to it yet. The bear trap was set off, the metal spikes clashing against each other like they're supposed to, and yet nothing was caught. Why? Why did this happen? He looked around the woods in case something was nearby, trying to get some idea of what exactly happened here, but the only thing he could hear were birds chirping. The only logical conclusion he could make out of this was that whatever managed to make the trap react was able to get away fast enough to not get caught, or it was just grazed the trap unintentionally from some direction and wasn't deep enough in the trap for it to get caught. Regardless, however, it always irritated him. Jason quickly pried the bear trap back open, making sure not to spear himself in the process. That's already happened way too many times. He had the scars to prove it.

He looked back at the showering rooms and listened hard. He didn't hear the water running anymore. That must have meant Destiny was getting dressed. Jason slowly made his way back to the shower rooms, taking his time. He didn't want to rush her, by any means. He knew he was trying to be patient, and this was testing it a bit. He really didn't have the need to shower anymore, so he forgot how long it usually took someone – especially a girl – to shower. He didn't realize how long it really took. It's not like she was going anywhere special. She was just staying here with him. He stopped nearby the showering rooms and waited silently, staring up at the clear sky, trying hard not to get impatient but it slowly grew at the back of his mind as he looked at the showering rooms sharply. How long does it take for a girl to change? He growled softly in annoyance. Sure, Destiny was a good girl, but that didn't mean she couldn't irritate him by taking too long! Jason walked up to the door and was about to open it when he suddenly caught the scent of something he knew all too well, since he had shed it so many times. It was blood. He slowly looked down at his feet and saw a few small drops of the familiar fluid. His eye widened.

Destiny, HIS good girl, was in danger.

Jason quickly kicked the door open and froze when he saw blood going down the drain, mixing with the water. Did someone take her? How could he have not noticed! Was he losing his touch already! Jason quickly looked toward the entrance of the campsite to see if there were any cars parked there. His heart pounded when he only saw the car that Destiny came in. Was it possible that they came in on foot and took her away that way? He quickly dashed into the other cabins, kicking the doors open to see where these BAD, BAD people were keeping his good girl. Every time he saw an empty cabin, his blood boiled with rage. Did they take her out of camp! He would tear them in more pieces then he could count! How DARE they take HIS good girl away! They would taint her and make her a bad girl! There is NO way that's going to happen! Not on his life! He started to see red and he ran back to his home in search for his machete, his breathing ragged and deep. No, no there was no WAY he was letting them take his good, innocent, delicate girl out of his life ALIVE!

He didn't notice the tiny drops of blood until he stepped into the house. He followed the drops as they made their way up the stairs and into his bedroom. Part of him wanted to go find his machete, but he decided he wanted to kill them the old fashioned way; with his bare hands. Sure, he hadn't done it in a while, but these BAD, BAD people DEFINITELY deserved as much pain as he could give them without killing them. He slammed his arm on the door, his heart choking his lungs. He knew he wouldn't break the door down, but it gave whoever was in there a warning that something BAD was about to happen to them.

He suddenly heard a shriek he was all too familiar with.

"W-WAIT!"

Jason's body went rigid. Someone was trying to hurt her! He caught them in the act! NOW they were going to pay!

"Jason, WAIT!"

Jason quickly bursted in his room, opening the door so quick he was sure he cracked it from hitting the wall. What he saw was more of a shock then he ever could have guessed. All he knew was that he was wrong. Destiny wasn't in danger. Destiny looked okay…at least, from someone hurting her. But…why were her legs bloody like that? Why was she still in a towel? Why…was her face so red?

"JASON VOORHEES GET OUT OF THAT ROOM NOW!" Jason felt the room shake as his mother's words boomed through the house, but before he had any chance to react to her command, Destiny bolted out of the room and into the bathroom. Before Jason's mother could start scolding him, he chased after her, smacking on the door of the bathroom, feeling himself get sick to his stomach. He was wrong. Destiny WAS hurt. Why else would she have blood on her legs? But why in the world would she run away from him? Was she scared of him again? He didn't do anything wrong this time, did he? Was it because he left her? Did she hurt herself while she was in the shower and he wasn't there to help her so she went out on her own to go find him?

"J-Jason, WAIT! Don't come in!" He flinched at her screams and backed away, worry filling the pit of his stomach. He didn't want to upset her, but he NEEDED to know what was happening. He needed to make sure she was okay. He needed to know that his good girl wasn't hurt, or attacked, because there was going to be hell to pay if something did happen. After a few seconds, the door slowly opened, and that was all it took for Jason to dash inside and take her shoulders. Destiny gasped at this, her little body tensing, but he didn't care. He shook her gently, trying to convey that he needed to know what the heck was going on.

"J-Jason, I-I'm okay! I-I just…" He watched as she began to shy away again, but this only made Jason angry. Sure, he was pretty irked that she had him on this emotional rollercoaster that he was unfamiliar with, but now for her not to tell him what was going on really set him off. Who did she think she was? Did she think she could handle being out there on her own without him? Did she think that she could handle being in Camp Crystal Lake without him? No way! She needed him to survive. she needed him to protect her. She needed him to prevent her from being bad, even though Jason wasn't seeing her as a good girl right now. Jason jerked her by her shoulders hard, her body flailing about like a ragdoll. Destiny let out a sharp, petrified cry and started to breathe more raggedly, her body rigid. He let out a low growl, squeezing her shoulders tightly. She gasped again and the creases of her eyes were starting to get wet, but he didn't care. Why couldn't she tell him! Was she THAT pretentious already?

"J-j-jason…p-please s-stop! I-i-it hurts, pl-please!" she spoke pleadingly, but it wasn't going to help. Jason glared down at her and gripped her tighter, making her cry out in pain.

"S-STOP, PLEASE! I-I'm on my period!" When Destiny screamed at him, Jason let go. He looked at her, utterly confused, his anger melting away for just a second while he tried to figure out exactly what she just said.

She's…ON a period?

A period of what?

He watched as she covered her shoulders with her hands, trembling in fear, and instantly felt the feeling he had last night hit him like a ton of bricks. He clenched his eye shut in regret. Okay, so he was wrong…Destiny wasn't trying to make it on her own. Destiny wasn't being a bad girl.

She was just…shy.

Destiny wiped her eyes and hesitantly took a step back, but the second she did, Jason caught her shoulders again. Destiny cried out, but in fear, not in pain. Jason made sure not to hurt her that time. He wanted to be gentle. He wanted to apologize. But most of all, he didn't want her to back away. He reached up to pat her head again with one hand as an apology, hoping she took it that way. Destiny's face was flushed, and she looked up at him nervously.

"J-Jason…I-I'm sor-" Jason quickly shook his head as she tried to apologize. He didn't want her to be sorry now. HE was trying to say sorry! He hesitantly stroked her shoulder, causing her to wince softly. He was sure there was going to be bruises there now.

"J-Jason…I-It's okay…I-I just didn't have a pad with me, a-and…I-I had to get one."

…Is she talking about the whole period thing again?

What in the world was she talking about? Jason slowly tilted his head to the side, trying to display his utter confusion to her. He definitely needed an explanation of this. He watched Destiny's face start to go dark, dark red, which only made him more confused? Why was she embarrassed?

"Y-you…d-don't know what a-a period is, d-do you?" He slowly shook his head, feeling slightly stupid. It seemed like he should have known what a period was. He slowly took in her appearance. She was wearing a white tank top and her pajama pants from last night, but this time they were rolled up to reach her knees. He could see the dried blood from her legs, which worried him. Did this whole period thing have to do with the blood? He slowly pointed down at her legs, and he saw Destiny's face go darker.

"O-Oh, geeze…I-I-I…" Destiny quickly unrolled her pajama pants so they would cover the stains. "I-I…I-I-I…" Watching her turn into a bunch of stutters sounded kinda cute, but he was still worried. He slowly watched as she glanced behind him and covered her face with her hands.

"I-I…I-I got it e-e-everywhere…!" Destiny quickly dashed downstairs, making Jason flinch at her speed, and slowly walked down to see her scrubbing the blood off the floor. Her face was still a deep red, and Jason watched her, lost once again. Why was she so embarrassed? It was only blood. We all have it. He didn't want to stop her, though. She looked as if she had the morals to do it, regardless of Jason stopped her or not. So he just watched as she mopped up all the stains on the floor with a small towel that she must have found somewhere in the kitchen. He started to realize that when she almost done, her face was slowly contorting in what looked like pain, which quickly sent him on high alert. How could she possibly be hurt from cleaning the floor? She wasn't that weak, was she? When she was done, she slowly fell to her side, curling into a ball and hugging her stomach with one arm and gripping her hair with the other. He had never seen a girl in so much pain before. She looked like she was being clawed from the inside out. Jason did NOT like it.

Jason quickly crouched to her side, gazing down at her worriedly. He slowly and hesitantly brushed some of her hair out of her eyes. Her skin was hot and her forehead was sweaty, and her eyes expressed a desperation he never saw before. She was whimpering softly, but they were gradually getting louder as she started to fidget, the pain seeming to get worse. Jason started to panic. What was he supposed to do? She didn't look injured at all. He saw no more blood coming out of her body, so how in the world could she be in pain?

He heard her cry out pleadingly, and Jason jumped in shock. She was trembling and jerking her body about, but kept a firm clasp on her lower stomach. Jason swallowed hard, a helpless feeling overcoming him. He didn't want to see her like this. It was too hard to see. He had to do something. But what?

"…J-J-Jason…"

He quickly looked down to see her gazing up at him, her eyes slightly cloudy. She looked like she was struggling, but she slowly smiled up at him, her body slowly relaxing.

"D-don't worry, okay? I-I'm alright…I-I'll explain e-everything i-in a sec…I-I gotta get some things f-for the pain…" He watched weakly as she tried to get to her feet, her body starting to shake again. It looked like it was taking quite a bit of energy. No, Jason wouldn't have that. In one swift motion, Jason gathered Destiny up in his arms, one hand clasping her side and the other around the back of her knees. Destiny yelped softly when he did so, and her face flushed in shock.

"J-jason…!" Jason slowly shook his head, trying to calm her down, and carried her as gently as he could to the couch in the living room. He slowly lied her down on the old, worn-out couch and watched her nervously. He had never done that before. It didn't sound like she liked it, though. But he knew he had to do it. She was too weak to get up on her own. Destiny squirmed on the couch and tried to get up again, but Jason quickly pushed her back down. Didn't she know how much pan she was in?

"N-no…J-Jason, I…I-I'm fine, really, pl-please don't worry…" She slowly tried to get up again, but Jason growled, getting irritated, and pushed her back down a little more roughly then he intended. Destiny gasped and stared up at him, fear in her eyes. Jason felt his core soften at the sight. She just didn't understand…

He wanted to take care of her.

"What do you need, Destiny? I'll get it for you." He showed her the notepad and she stared up at him in awe, which made his face feel warm under his mask.

"J-Jason, I…y-you don't have to do that…I-I can get it m-myself." Jason slowly shook his head.

"You're in pain. You shouldn't be moving if you're in pain." Jason was shocked when he heard her giggle softly at him.

"J-Jason…th-this has happened to me tons of times…I-I always have to do something when I'm on my period, r-regardless of how much pain I'm in." She's talking about the period thing again. What in the heck is a period! Jason was about to write down what was on his mind when Destiny cried out sharply and curled into a ball again, which sent Jason to the floor, crouching next to her again and trying to find any way to help. Destiny was whimpering softly and stared up at Jason pleadingly again.

"I-I…y-you really wanna h-help me?" She was speaking in her soft voice, which Jason now understood to be the voice she used when she was either shy, scared, worried, or in pain. Jason nodded seriously, and her face started to flush again. He couldn't help but smile a little. She looked so fragile in this state, even if it wasn't comfortable for her.

"I-In my bag…th-there's a small bottle of pills-" Jason felt his body harden with a warning glare. What KIND of pills? Destiny's eyes widened in fear. "I-I…th-they're just for pain, Jason…I-I brought them j-just in case this happened…" Jason studied her carefully, trying to decipher whether or not she was lying to him. She squirmed slightly underneath his gaze, and Jason sighed softly. Of course she was telling the truth.

"C-could…y-you get them for me? A-and a glass of water…?" Jason nodded and patted her head gently before walking upstairs to find her pills. He rummaged through her duffel bag and found a small bottle labeled 'Ibuprofen'. He stared at the bottle and glanced at the doorway, nervously. Destiny wouldn't lie to him, would she? She wasn't secretly using drugs, right? Jason sighed and glanced over at the bed. What he saw was a shock. All of his stuffed animals, including the stuffed bunny and Lacey, were all lying on the bed.

Jason's eye widened at the sight. When did she do this? Before she got up? Why DID she do it? He slowly got up and walked toward the bed, and saw that the stuffed animals were perfectly positioned, and he slowly tilted his head to the side. Destiny was truly a very, very interesting girl…he had to ask her why she did this. It was utterly adorable.

Jason went back down the stairs and filled a glass with water before coming back into the living room. Destiny was still lying on the couch, and her skin still looked warm. Jason crouched to her side and offered her the things she asked for. Destiny smiled at him softly and sat up, taking the bottle first.

"Th-thank you, Jason, very much…" She gave him a soft smile before taking two of the pills out of the bottle and swallowing them down with the water. Jason felt his face heat up at her stare. He wasn't doing that much…he was just trying to make her feel better…

He glanced away, feeling shy himself for what felt like the first time since he was a little kid. He scratched his head, trying to get the feeling to go away. It was so alien to him. Destiny let out a little giggle.

"R-really, Jason…I-I'm not just saying it. Y-you're taking such good care of me…" Jason felt his face heat up more and he glanced at her hopefully. He watched her smile at him softly and reached up to stroke his jacket near his chest, her face flushing as she did so.

"Y-you may be a serial killer, b-but…" Jason felt his heart race when she started to hesitate, and she pressed her fist against her lips her other arm wrapped around her stomach again. Her face was going red again.

"…Y-you're a really s-sweet guy…"

END CHAPTAH

Okay, I wanna apologize for something first. I wanna apologize for this chapter taking a bit longer. I really kinda had a writer's block on this, because I didn't know how to start it, and I really didn't know where I wanted to end it. It seems that whenever I plan on where to stop a chapter, it never goes there because I write too much about their feelings, which I don't mind…It's just something I've noticed.

So…ouch, Jason STILL doesn't know what a period is. Poor Destiny has her work cut out for her. But she is definitely warming up to Jason more and more, which is great! Also, I don't want you guys to think that Jason's going to be waiting on Destiny's hand and foot for the whole story. I won't do that. I'll give Destiny some things to do for Jason, too! If they're staying together, they have to depend on each other, right?

30 Reviews… *Faints* …Have I told you all how much I truly love each and every one of you? In all seriousness, I wouldn't still be writing this if I didn't see this many reviews, because I would have thought that people do0n't really like it all that much. Sure, I know how many times it gets on a Favorites List, but it means more to see people write down their opinions, criticism and ideas for me to see. That shows me how much you guys really care about the story, which is really very touching…

…Okay, maybe you guys aren't thinking the way I am, in which case I kinda just embarrassed myself. (/)

Erm…please review, guys. I know I just said it, but it really, really means a lot. It inspires me to keep writing.

-NikoRu Rene