April 11, 2014
I'll Be There for You—Bon Jovi (5:46)
Continuum
Matthew
Matthew knew that he wasn't a good man but he also wasn't a bad guy either. He figured he was somewhere in the middle. A little selfish, his moral compass was slightly off, a nice helping of arrogance, but didn't everyone have those qualities sometimes?
Because he knew what he was and most importantly what he wasn't he was beyond grateful for the chance to start over in the past. He had never really wanted to join Liber8. Sure he agreed with their message but…well…violence squicked him out. So the early 21st century was a new start and seemed considerably less violent.
And then he saw her again. The Protector. Kiera. She'd gotten sucked into their plan and she couldn't go home either. Her big blue eyes were so wounded. So sad. He'd always thought she was pretty. It was more than that though. There was just something about her. He still couldn't put his finger on it. But she intrigued him.
So he grabbed one of the bombs that had spelled his doom and followed her into the diner. He had no intention to actually use it but she didn't know that and he needed to talk to her. And he'd heard good things about the breakfasts at this diner.
He lied to her the same as he lied to everyone…only he didn't really. He wanted to be on her side. He wanted to help her. Then the cop showed up.
Things were getting dicy and his fellow Liber8 members were going to be cutting into his profit margin. He needed to talk to her again. Give her a direction. Then Curtis had to nose in on his plan and ruined nearly everything.
Kiera was strong though. She'd get away from Curtis and maybe even take the man out. That would be nice. Curtis was unpredictable on his best days.
Matthew felt the pain from the tracking dart and nearly grinned in relief. Kiera was smart too. Now he could lead her back to them and then he'd be free to live the rest of his life the way he wanted too. Maybe Kiera would be grateful.
Things didn't go to plan again. Maybe he should stop making plans. God, he needed a vacation. This whole trip to bizarro world was making his head spin. Travis hadn't killed him thankfully but he knew that unless Kiera got here soon he wasn't going to make it. Damn. A bomb between his legs. Not good.
Damn Kiera looked good wet. Maybe there was a chance for him after all. She did save his life. Didn't that mean it was hers now? His heart already was.