Metamorphosis

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Chapter 30 (His Everything)

"Please don't ever do that again." Trina cuddled up alongside Jason, cuddling close to him and holding onto him as tight as possible. A shiver was running rampant through her, and all she could think about was what happened. "I love you, I don't want to lose you. I couldn't stand it if something happened…"

"I'm here, we're both safe. Nothing happened." Her fingers curled and pressed on his chest and she leaned forward, kissing his chest softly. His arm moved around her back and his hand rubbed her in a gentle soothing motion.

"God. First I run into Ross, now Marcus? Who's next, Mitchell?" It wasn't likely by any chance that Mitchell would come around all these years later. Besides, he was much weaker and more cowardly than even Marcus, so if he did happen upon the campsite he wouldn't have the balls to try anything

She remembered how Jason's father was and it steeled her heart. "Jason? Your dad was like Marcus…Are you alright? I mean, that confrontation…"

"I could go the rest of my life without thinking about my father." She frowned and Jason leaned his head back against the top of the couch. "My dad was worse than Marcus, he's what Marcus could become. If I hadn't been in such an angry state of mind over what he was doing to you, I would have probably tried to encourage him to change, but…I'm not sure he would have changed based off one conversation."

"Probably not."

"Yes." She lifted her head and looked to him. He was staring up at the ceiling, his lips were parted slight and his neck muscles were tightening. "Yes that dredged up memories of my father." Trina set her hand on his, squeezing gently. "For a minute, when I saw him standing over you, I saw my father. At the same time I was enraged, because I realized he was just another one of your exes, and he was hurting you…"

Jason lifted his head and blew out a sharp and sudden breath of air. "I couldn't stand that another of his kind, another man no different than my father was hurting somebody I cared about."

"You know, I know it sounds strange timing, but have you ever seen that Scott Pilgrim movie?" She flashed a subtle smirk and Jason's eyebrows rose sharply.

"That's the guy that kept having to duke it out with some girl's exes in what, the style of a video game or something? Yeah I saw it, couldn't stand it."

"Be glad I don't have that many exes."

Jason chuckled and shook his head. "Two is more than I want to run into." His fingers curled around hers and he turned to look into her eyes. "Even if Marcus wasn't someone from your past, even if you and I never met, I would probably still have stopped him…maybe I wouldn't have reacted as violently."

"I didn't think that was violent."

"You don't know what was going through my head at the minute I saw him standing over you. I wanted to rip his head from his shoulders, and I probably would have. I was glad to have Travis there, because I knew if I lost it he would pull me off that guy."

"Or join you." She moved her hand up, cupping his face and turning her head up to him with a gentle smile. "You're so patient, I can't see you losing control like that." She honestly never wanted to see it happen again, but it didn't scare her. It was nice to see him fight for her. "You know, I don't know what I'd be doing if I hadn't come here."

"Sitting around your house? Bored?" He smirked teasingly and she started to laugh. "Admit it, I'm making your life a little more interesting aren't I?"

"You admit it first."

He twisted more towards her and his hand cupped her lower left jaw. "You've certainly made it more eventful." His eyes locked with hers and his thumb slid across her lower lip, causing a sparkling sensation to pulse into her. She took a slow and deep breath, then held it. "I could gaze into your eyes all day, they are so beautiful. I never want to see those bright eyes with any amount of pain or sorrow."

She felt her heartbeat beginning to speed up and her blood was leaving a trail of heat through her veins. Her lip began trembling and her eyes moved towards his lips. "Who am I to you, Jason? To Lindsay, I'm her best friend. To the people here at camp, I'm the girl you're dating, to Travis? Well I don't know."

"Travis thinks of you like his little sister, funnily enough."

She chuckled once and closed her eyes. "And you? I know what I am to everyone else. I know what Tori's friends think of me."

"You never talk about them."

"Yeah…I think I know what I am to Tori and my parents."

"Who are you to yourself?"

Her eyes drifted back to his and she held her breath. She still didn't know the answer to that question, she hadn't quite figured it out yet. "You know what you are to me? More than all those things you said. You're more than a little sister to Travis, you're more than Lindsay's best friend and more than the woman I'm in love with."

"I-" She stopped herself and her lips curved up at the corners. "I didn't say the campers thought I was the woman you were in love with."

"No, that's what I said." Jason rolled his head to the other side and breathed one long, slow breath. "You are a strong, amazing, beautiful woman who has been through so much-too much. You're like a diamond."

Her heart skipped a beat and she slowly shook her head. "I'm like a priceless gem? You're comparing me to one of the most beautiful gems in the world?" Jason's hand fell to her shoulder and slid down to her upper arm. He breathed in and his smile grew.

"You know how a diamond is created? Pressure. It starts out like coal and is put under a great deal of pressure and stress, until it is transformed into the most beautiful thing in the world."

Tears began to well up in her eyes. Her lips closed and a nervous lump formed in her throat. "You know. I thought to myself this year, I don't have anything I need to protect or defend myself from, and I have no more reason to be a martial artist, but it's a part of who I am and you come into my life…today I realized something."

"W-What?"

"I have something worth fighting for. I never needed anybody, I was content by myself, up here in my tower overlooking everything. I never wanted anyone, not in the way my uncle and my mother both hounded me to give somebody a chance, and yet the minute you arrived I was drawn to you like moths to a flame."

He pushed his eyebrows up and chuckled once. "I-I can't explain it. As I got to know you, I was letting my walls down and letting somebody in. I fell in love. I've never cared for anybody half as much as I care for you, and that scares me."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not somebody that needs someone, I'm not someone that wants this sort of thing, and yet I find myself unable to look back. Suddenly you're in my world, in my path, and you're somebody I don't want to lose. Who are you to me? I can't say. I can't say because no words would be enough. Right now, you are the only person I see, the only person that matters to me."

"I'm someone you don't want to lose?" Her heart began to flutter and the blood rushed to her cheeks as his thumb swept beneath her lower lip. She felt herself leaning into him, her lips still trembling as he began to lean.

"Someone I can't lose." He kissed her lips and the fireworks inside of her went off once more. Her arms slipped around him and she winced as the soreness in her left arm shot up. He pulled back and looked to the arm with concern. "Your arm, it still hurts?"

"It's fine Jason, just kiss me." He nodded and lay her down on the couch. She gasped suddenly as he rose above her. Her smile grew and a sensual moan left her lips as his body brushed up against her.

His hand slid towards her waist and he lifted himself up, looking at her once more, studying her as if absorbing her appearance into memory. "Trina?" She saw the love in his eyes as well as the desire, and her heart began to swell.

"If it isn't lust, then continue." He nodded and leaned down, kissing her once again. She leaned her head back, groaning as he traveled down her neck. "I can't lose you either. I love you. You're the first man, the only man to make me feel the way I do." He paused and turned his eyes to hers. "I trust you. Know what I'm trusting you with…my heart, my soul…my body. If you break that, if you misuse that now-"

"Never."

"Good." Her breath hitched and her arms fell over the armrest of the couch, dangling in midair as he continued traveling down her body.

When finished, they lay together on the couch. Never in many years did Trina think she would make love twice, much less enjoy the act of making love, but she felt a bond with Jason that she never wished to be severed.

"It's like I can't resist you." She pushed her back into his chest and turned her head up. He was on his side, leaning up with his forearm beneath her. He peered down at her and gently swept the hair from her forehead. "Tell me it's okay for me to feel the way I do…to love you. Tell me this is good, this is more than a fling, more than some fairytale summer romance."

"It's real, Trina. More than any of that, this is real."

"Thank god…You know, those back home would never believe I could find someone like you or that someone like you would fall in love with me."

"Someone like me?"

"Strong, caring, kind and driven. You are the best thing to happen to me in a long time, and it feels like my sister's friends would be quick to crush that. Then? Then my sister might try saying she's more your type."

He laughed and kissed her head. "Your sister's friends don't sound like the world's greatest people, but are they so bad?"

"They can be. I don't know, I'd rather not talk about them."

"We don't have to."

"Good." The phone on Jason's desk began ringing, causing both to flinch. Trina jumped up, saying she'd grab the phone for him. Since it was his emergency number only, she knew whoever calling needed to get through to him.

"Hello?" She put the phone to her ear and heard a familiar sounding voice asking if this was Jason's number. The man on the other end sounded so familiar as though she'd heard him many times, but she couldn't place her finger on it due to the rush of excitement going through her. "Yes, I'll put Jason on."

Jason groaned and walked over, his face bore an expression of annoyance as he took the phone. Perhaps he thought this was his uncle, but the voice didn't sound like Mr. Sikowitz. "Hello? Who's calling?"

His eyebrows sank and his face tensed. "No," he replied firmly before hanging up and marching over to the couch. Trina frowned and rushed to his side.

"What happened? Who was it?" She set her hand gently on his shoulder and massaged it slowly as though it would calm him. "You're upset?"

"It's fine. It was just someone asking about my father." She furrowed her brow and looked towards the phone with a heavy heart. "I want nothing to do with anyone trying to get in touch with that man."

"It is poor timing…" She slid her left hand behind his back and curled his right arm over his stomach.

"How in the hell did that guy even get my number, whoever he was?"

Her head nestled in the curve of his neck and her eyes closed. "It's okay Jason, we've got each other. I'm here." They could call Mr. Sikowitz later and find out if he gave away the number to someone else, or if Tori did somehow.

"Who all knows your emergency number?"

"Uncle Erwin, Mom, and my roommate at the university."

"Your roommate?"

"Yeah, he's a slob, and not all that responsible, but I gave him the number just in case there was anything that happened and he needed to reach me for whatever reason." Jason looked to the door with a heavy sigh. "We probably should check on Travis and Lindsay, or do something."

"I agree, it'd be better than sitting around worrying about some guy bringing up your father and other memories better left alone."

A nice relaxing moment. Well, we know from Gap who the caller is, now we see more of what Jason and Trina are dealing with when that call is made. What are your thoughts on everything?