Let this go

A/N: I just want to say, SOPA will not affect anything. It's just a hoax, so I'm not worrying about it. I'm sure some of you suspected something from Mr. Pavlov (the bellboy) and you were right! But it's not…w-why are you here?

Shadow: Why are you giving me so much trouble?

I didn't just want you to wait, so this happened. Anyway, ignore him and enjoy the chapter.

Sandy's POV

'So what if my visions are getting stronger, not like it means anything.' I reasoned with myself, currently pacing and wringing my hands together.

"You seem worried; you've been to these things ever since you signed your contract." Reginald attempted to reassure me.

I nodded, and replied, "That's not what I'm worried 'bout though."

"Whatever it is, I'm positive it's not bothersome. Might I ask what happened to your arm?"

Covering the bandage, I answered, "I accidently crushed my arm while workin' and fractured my forearm. It's still healing so I needed somethin' to keep it in place for now."

He nodded, buying my lie. Besides if I told them anything about this, I'm sure they'd turn against me and conduct experiments. Hopefully this thing will end soon; if I could I would skip out on these. But they're mandatory, so looks like I'm pushing my way through it.

Seeing Mr. Pavlov come towards us, I waved slightly, as he stated, "Ms. Cheeks and Lord Reginald, the convention is right through those double doors."

I nodded briefly, as Reginald went ahead of me, I turned to Mr. Pavlov, correcting, "It's Hedgehog, and apparently someone didn't get the memo."

"I'm sorry; he must be one lucky guy then to have someone like you." He replied, the corners of his lips turning up into a smile.

"You're not a real bellboy, are you?" I asked, going through the double doors, checking if my suspicions were correct or not.

He followed, shaking his head, answering, "No, this hotel is a luxury of a museum, I don't even work here."

"Then why are you here?"

"Well, the Federal Republic told me to look for a woman with green eyes and a bandage around her arm. I didn't question why, but that seems to be you." He answered, blue eyes locking with emerald.

Handing me a card, he continued, "Meet me on the other side of the building tonight."

Looking up to reply, I didn't see him in front of me. I muttered, "I leave tonight."

Having the convention go quicker than I expected, I showered and later packed. Throwing on an oversized shirt, which I stole from Shadow, and jeans, I boarded the plane noticing one of my suitcases was heavier than the rest. Speaking of which, he should be getting off by now, unless he had to stay after hours.

Entering the house, I grunted at have four weights or children perhaps, clinging to me, as if I left for a month.

Letting go of them, I asked, "Where's your pa?"

While Maria sent Shade and Sam to bed, Bryce answered, "I dunno, I think he said something about having to stay after."

I nodded briefly as he yawned and left. Going to my own room, I planned to unpack tomorrow. Well, if that hadn't been for a slight rustling going on in one of them. Unzipping it, I jumped, meeting blue eyes. "Mr. Pavlov…what are you doin'?"

Stepping out of the suitcase, he chuckled nervously, answering, "I heard you before I left, so I sort of… became a stowaway."

Shoving him back in, I sat on it once Shadow came in. "Why are you sitting on the…never mind." He said, pulling me towards him.

Pecking him on the mouth, I didn't expect for that to escalate into an all-out war between tongues. Letting go of me, he asked, "Alright, what's in zee suitcase?"

Rubbing the back of my head, I stood, pulling him with me. "He's someone I met in Russia, and he snuck away in my suitcase." I explained, avoiding eye contact.

"He's not staying here." Shadow concluded, folding his arms over his chest.

Finally looking at him, I nodded, replying, "Course not, he can always stay the treedome. And to think I thought you'd…" I stopped at having him pull me and Mr. Pavlov into his chest.

Smelling sea salt, I almost wondered how we got here so fast; I quickly remembered he could teleport. Noticing how quiet it had gotten, I tried to look up at them despite Shadow's grip on me. "Let go." I demanded, trying to get as much air as I could.

Hearing Mr. Pavlov gasp, I smiled at having the lingering scent of machinery still present. "I'm guessing this is all you need?" I asked, getting a muffled reply back.

Going back home, he finally let me go, asking, "So you bought a bellboy as a souvenir?"

Flopping back on the bed, I answered, "He's not a real bellboy."

"Then, the fuck is he?"

"I guess he works for the Federal Republic, since he gave me a card with the address. Is ma still here?" I asked, seeing him disappear into the bathroom.

"Yes, Rosie and the others took care of mine, so I guess that helps." He answered, walking out six minutes later. Flopping next to me and taking my hand, he squeezed it, a light smile gracing his face. Letting sleep come, I snuggled under him.

A/N: She knows, my mother is asking what lemons are. So no bonus chapters! Um, not much to say about this, but I might not post as much since school is coming back to attack me. Any questions? Review please.