Lavi was always amazed at how much he took being dry for granted. He'd had plenty of opportunities to walk around in sodden clothes when he was younger, and he was sure that this would not be the last time he'd end up with this problem. Even if he wasn't sopping wet, he was still pretty damp, and that was uncomfortable in its own right.

He turned over again, trying to get comfortable in his bedroll. He tried not to accidentally roll over into Esperanza's side of the tent, which was behind a sheet that split the tent into two halves. He listened quietly to the soft whisper of rain over his head, and he realized that perhaps this wasn't the boon he'd thought it would be. Behind the sheet, he heard Esperanza mumble in her sleep and move. He wasn't the only restless one, it seemed, but that lucky Argentinian at least got a little bit of shut-eye. He sighed as he stared at the ceiling of the tent.

His mind seemed to whirl around in a tornado of thoughts. So many things to think of at the moment... As much as Lavi wanted to throw away all the thoughts in his head, he couldn't do anything to stop them from entering and leaving of their own will. Thoughts and worries for Bookman, fond memories for Allen and Kanda (to an extent - some of those fond memories were actually kinda painful), brotherly affection for Lenalee, confusion about his own predicament. Love... He loved those people he worked with, all of them. Komui and Lenalee, the first two people he'd first begun to feel for. Finders, both living and dead, who were the first people he'd begun to appreciate. Allen, the first one he'd felt angry at for making such extravagant sacrifices for those he loved when those sacrifices weren't necessary at all. Even Kanda, the first person he'd begun to annoy in earnest and starting, in a strange sort of way, a vitriolic friendship. And then Esperanza... one of the first people he'd had trouble working out. He couldn't hardly ever make heads nor tails of her, and it was sort of fun that way. It kept him on his toes.

But years of training still lingered like a bad habit, and a phrase came back to him.

Love is not a victory march. It is cold and heartless despite its warmth, and it will break you when you least expect it.

He sat up, hugging his knees. This wasn't working. What was he doing anymore? The mask he wore was now his face, but he wasn't sure if he was ready to assume that. One day, that would change, and the mask would have to come off, replaced by another one. This personality he'd held on to for so long... That was all it was - a personality, something to use for a while before discarding. The closer he clung to this concept, the harder it would be to pry his fingers away from it when it was time to let go. He'd been on so many missions with Lenalee, Allen, Kanda, and other Finders that he could banter with that he'd never noticed-

He'd never noticed because of the people he'd been around. He frowned, thinking about Bookman's conditions for this mission.

It was one of Lavi's very few solo missions where he was paired up with someone he didn't know. The lack of a Finder was definitely odd, and the fact that he knew nothing of Esperanza suddenly screamed suspicion, but he quickly shooed the idea out of his mind. He couldn't start becoming paranoid. It was wrong of him to assume that Esperanza just might, only might, be deliberately in a gambit of Bookman's to make Lavi realize that he was becoming much too attached. Perhaps that was the reason why his memories were creeping out of their prisons, edging in on tiptoe feet around his brain, attacking him while his back was turned for too long.

The tight control he had had was now lost because of his affection for Lavi, the concept. He had mistaken Lavi for himself. The redhead rubbed his face in a tiresome fashion.

"What do I do?" he moaned quietly, rubbing his one good eye. He looked over to the other side of the tent, nothing more than a white sheet that served as a partition, though 18th century conduct was a more effective wall than this one bed sheet. On the other side of the sheet was a woman that Lavi might actually be friends with, and very suddenly he realized that he'd better start distancing himself as far from her as he could before it was too late. He already had too many friends that he'd connected to - he didn't want to hurt anyone else. Yet, at the same time, as he thought about her... he realized he would miss many things about Esperanza if he made it clear that, for them, any sort of emotional contact was not an option.

He looked outside of the tent, through the smallest of openings at the end where he could see rain. The sheet ended a mere half-foot from the entrance of the tent, and past the make-shift partition was a tea-colored, calloused set of toes. He smiled slightly but stopped himself, realizing what he was doing. Fondness - it was practically a pariah in the life of one whose only goal was to document unbiased. He decided to concentrate on the sound of rain. It had been pouring for the last hour or so, seeing as the clouds here weren't heavy enough yet for the thunder and lightning that went with low pressure storms. Still, it wouldn't be long before -

KRRRRRRRRCKKKKKKKBOOOOOOOM.

A roll of thunder pealed like a massive, colossal bell of nature, ringing throughout the night, and effectively waking up Esperanza. She tangled in her sheets, and Lavi watched as she bumped into the sheet and walls of the tent in a disoriented fashion.

"Esperanza... Esperanza! Easy, easy, it's only thun-"

BOOOOOOOOOOOM.

Another sheet of sound raced over the sky and through the air. Esperanza had finally managed to realize that she was not in danger, and she sat down with a 'whump'. Lavi heard her panting and gasping for air, and he frowned. He'd never seen (or, rather, heard) her this emotionally uncontrolled. She always seemed so calm, together, and unfazed, but now she was -

scared. She was scared of storms. Lavi blinked at this revelation. Esperanza had stopped moving, though her breathing was a bit more controlled, and she sounded as if she were on the far side of the tent, as far as she could make herself. Lavi wondered if he should check on her, just to be sure she was all right and didn't suffer a heart attack or something. Another flash of lightning, though without the sound, threw shadows on the tent, and Esperanza whimpered, a high-pitched, frightened noise. Even so, Lavi could tell she was trying to keep quiet with it. She must've thought he was still asleep, and he swallowed. He could ignore her, pretend to be asleep, and listen to her whisper her Spanish prayers... or he could... he could...

What could he do?

He drew back the curtain just as a stroke of lightning painted the sky in swathes of black and white, his shadow cast in a blurry outline as he looked into Esperanza's side of the tent. She was underneath a blanket, trying as hard as she could to block out the storm with what she had on hand. It was obvious she had dealt with this before, but Lavi wasn't sure if she'd ever been this close to a storm, with only an oilskin tent separating her and the vicious weather. Another roll of thunder caressed the night air, and Lavi saw her shrink into her little zone of comfort, however small it was. It was pitiful and pathetic. Of all the things to be scared of, it was the one thing that she couldn't control. Perhaps that was the reason whyshe was afraid of it.

"Esperanza?" Lavi asked, and the woman raised her head slightly.

"Senor, estoy bien. Go back to sleep," she said quietly, her voice steady as a rock. She was trying desperately to hide her fear. She had addressed him as senor, as formally as she could in order to give him a subtle 'buzz off'. Lavi frowned, and he slowly crawled into her side of the tent. She watched him with a wary eye, a cat trapped in a corner with nowhere to go as an unfamiliar person approached.

"Senor, I do not need your he-"

Another crack of thunder, and she suppressed a whimper with a tremulous breath. He frowned. There was no way she was going to be able to sleep if this kept up. He came closer to her, and he touched her shoulder.

"Esperanza-"

"I told you. I do not need your help, and I do not want it either. Leave me be. I can deal with this on my own. You do not need to comfort me like a small child," she said bitingly, and Lavi realized that, for once, her independence and pride were clouding her judgment. She wanted so badly to stand her own ground that she was refusing help. He drew back his hand, vacillating his decision to help. He wouldn't know how to help anyways... Another lance of lightning struck, and the thunder cracked like a great, celestial tree falling down somewhere in the heavens. Esperanza tucked herself in tighter, and Lavi knew he couldn't leave her like this. She was going to get help whether she liked it or not.

Lavi started to drag his own things from his side of the tent, and he began to build a fort around Esperanza's huddled form. He remembered when he was younger

so scared was he of the storm he'd hid under his covers, not daring to wake Bookman up for fear that he would be punished for his foolish fear of what was only electricity and the ensuing sound it made in the sky above. And still, he shivered, clenching both eyes shut and trying to recite those things that a Bookman must learn. Still, he whimpered and came close to tears when suddenly a massive clash of thunder sent him scrambling for the floor. He rushed to Bookman, explaining that he was afraid and knew he shouldn't be but couldn't even get past this irrationality, and so Bookman, in an odd show of parental affection (or was it practicality?) had built a fort of pillows next to his bed, covering it with a blanket and hiding there with him until finally

Lavi pushed away the memory. It had its uses, but he remembered the fear too clearly, the attachment he felt for Bookman at the time, the feelings and personal thoughts racing through his head instead of the cleansed, sanitary thoughts only meant for documentation. He draped his own blanket over the top of the fort, and Esperanza finally looked up to see what he was doing. The 'fort' was big enough for perhaps two people, if they were a small two people and didn't mind being cozy. She uncurled from her ball, staring with perplexity at the fort. Lavi stuck his head inside, smiled, and asked, "Better?"

Another flash of lightning lit up the tent, and Esperanza jerked towards the back of the fort. The thunder followed soon after, and Esperanza blinked in surprise to find that the sound was now muffled, just enough that the panic she usually felt was subdued to a low tremble of unease. She swallowed and nodded. She couldn't possible sleep in there, though, not curled up like she had been, and Lavi wondered how he'd fix this predicament. The rain and wind shoved the tent violently, and Esperanza drew her knees to her chest as she sat up, watching as their shelter pitched and leaned. Lavi himself realized he had no place to sleep, as that side of the tent was nearly pushed all the way to the ground with no room for himself or any of this things.

He sighed. This was going to be a difficult night, apparently. Esperanza crawled out of the fort experimentally, and she peered around to the other side of the tent. Noticing the problem, she gestured to the inside of the fort with a hesitant hand, and Lavi gave a half-smile.

"You sure? You didn't want my help," Lavi noted smugly, and Esperanza sighed as she rolled her eyes.

"Lo siento, amigo. I was... frightened. I am not usually this-"

"Yeah, I know, I know," he said, shrugging, "not usually this scared. It's alright. I'm used to people being afraid."

Like when they're screaming and running as bombs ring out in the night and

Lavi realized that it was happening again, that leaking of memories into this name and life. He quashed them, that fateful night in Moscow when unknown adversaries pitched Molotovs and shrieked their displeasure to the city. He rubbed his temples briefly, and Esperanza stared at him for a while. Another groan of thunder sent her scurrying back into the fort and breaking Lavi's sudden effort to seal away the memories. Esperanza's breathing was faster now, but not the hyperventilation that she'd suffered at the beginning of the onslaught. Lavi crawled into the fort, hoping that some way this little safe place he'd made for Esperanza might also end up psychologically being a safe place for his mind. It was warm and close (Lavi hadn't had much to work with), and they spent an hour in silence staring out of it, watching water condense in the confines of their tent.

Finally, Lavi began nodding off, and Esperanza had already begun to snore softly and mumble. Blearily, his eyelid drooped, and he decided it wasn't worth fighting sleep. After all, he'd built this thing in order for Esperanza, and by extension himself, to sleep. He took Esperanza's legs and gently stretched them out beyond the confines of the fort, knowing that she'd wake up sore and grumpy in the morning if she got cramps in her legs from sleeping in that position. He himself put his legs out, and he tried to get comfortable. It was so small, though, that there wasn't any way they'd both fit unless he managed to stick his feet out in the rain...

He sighed. Drastic measures were going to have to be taken.

The sound of whinnying horses and the snort of llamas woke Lavi up. It was still dark, and he figured he'd only been asleep a few hours. Esperanza was curled up against him, face scrunched up as a dream held her in its clutches. He'd had to maneuver her almost on top of himself to fit comfortably, and she apparently wasn't complaining because she hadn't been awake for it. In fact, this arrangement was comfy enough to sleep through, and he wondered what exactly had been loud enough to wake him up-

A massive flash of lightning split the sky outside, and the silhouette of a tall, lanky humanoid was cast against the tent. Lavi's eye widened as he held as still as possible. He didn't even dare to breath. The head turned, and Lavi made out the shape of a helmet. It was a Level Three Akuma that was less than five feet away from them. Lavi swallowed, and he reached for his hammer. With it in hand, he quietly began waking Esperanza. She blearily looked at him with a look of confusion before eying the silhouette with blatant recognition. Before she could say anything, he freed his other arm and made the 'sh' motion. He pointed to the entrance of the tent and held up his hammer. Esperanza nodded, but a flash of thunder sent a spark of fear across her face like the ember of a popping fire.

"You have to try," Lavi mouthed, and Esperanza swallowed audibly. Lavi got up slowly, careful not to make any noise. Another lightning strike showed the shadow of another Level Three not far from the first. Lavi crept towards the entrance of the tent, quietly stepping into the pouring rain. Esperanza was right behind him, her crucifix in the shape of a very small sword. Just as he was about to launch an attack, another roll of thunder sounded overhead, and Esperanza gave a small gasp and backed up into one of the stakes of the tent. The tent shook and swayed, and the two Level Threes stared at them with hidden eyes that glared.

"RUN!" Lavi shouted, sprinting across the open space as lightning and thunder continued to flash around them. The wind blew his hair in his face, and his clothes stuck to his skin as he dodged syringes full of who-knew-what and bullets. Suddenly, he slipped, going down, and he barely managed to block a fist headed towards his ribcage. He extended the handle of his hammer, and he swung it at the Akuma, but it was fast and it dodged. Another lightning strike hit the ground somewhere far off, and Esperanza let out a surprised shout. It was enough of a distraction that Lavi was given a good, solid hit to the head.

He flew a good thirty feet, skidding across the ground until he stopped at a row of cacti. Luckily, he hadn't rolled into them, as that would've just made things that much worse. Darrin screamed as he ran across the field, followed by two men with revolvers who were shooting at him and laughing. The old man wasn't without his weapons, though, as he aimed back with a shot gun and sprayed buckshot straight into both men's legs. The two men screamed as they went down, rolling down a steep embankment, and Darrin disappeared over a ridge as Lavi stood up shakily, watching the Level Three advance on him in what seemed like slow motion.

"Sorry, bud, not tonight," he muttered as he stepped to the side and swung his hammer, commanding it to grow as it came around. The Akuma didn't have time to stop as it smashed straight into the face of the hammer, throwing it a good thirty feet as well. Lavi figured it'd be out of commission for a while when suddenly he heard a pained scream. He looked towards the source of it, finding Esperanza on her knees as the Akuma rushed closer and closer. She'd been shot in both legs with syringes, the needles broken in her legs while the body of both were strewn on the ground. She tried to back away using her arms, but it wasn't doing much. The Akuma grabbed her by the collar of her pajamas and threw her straight up into the air. Lavi's eyes widened as he realized he had two choices - catch Esperanza and risk getting shot himself for standing still... or get the Akuma and let Esperanza fall, possibly killing her.

Lavi decided to make an option three, and he smashed his hammer into the abdomen of the demon before extending the handle and pushing it down the mountain side a good hundred feet. Esperanza came down screaming and flailing like a rag doll, and Lavi barely managed to catch her (though catch her he did- in fact, he caught her so well, he ended up on the ground because of it). He got up, depositing her on the ground, before asking, "Can you stand at all?" Esperanza tried desperately to get up, but her legs wouldn't support her.

"I can't... I can't use my legs, I... I can't-" A crack of thunder sounded, and she cringed into a ball as best as she could, drenched in the rain and looking like a drowned cat. Lavi helped her up, but he suddenly came to the revelation that they had bigger problems. Three Level Threes sudden emerged, the two from before and a third that had arrived just that minute. Things just seemed to be getting worse around here.

"Esperanza, there's got to be something you can do," Lavi said in an exasperated tone, feeling slightly overwhelmed. She fumbled with her rosary, trying to shape it, but her mind was too frazzled and too panicked to shape anything. Lavi was on his own. He rotated his hammer over and over in his hand, trying to think as all three of them leveled their arms towards the Exorcists, no doubt relishing their fear and apparent helplessness. They were too close now for him to even attempt a Fire Seal, and a Heaven Seal wouldn't do any good. A Fire+Heaven seal would burn himself and Esperanza as well as the Akuma, and he didn't much feel like frying. Suddenly, one of the Akuma was hit over the shoulder with a spray of buckshot, and Darrin shouted, "Go ahead and come at me, ya bastards!" The three took a look at the American man on top of his ledge, and he froze like a deer.

"Wuh-oh," Darrin said before running back. Despite his sudden bid to abandon the two Exorcists, the diversion was just enough for Lavi to swing his hammer in a wide circle, catching all three Akuma on the head of his hammer. They were flung towards the edge of the mountainside, and they tumbled farther down. Lavi opened his fire seal, and he unleashed it on the three Level Threes scrambling to stand up. Two escaped, fleeing - one was caught in the blaze, and he watched it as it was turned into a char mark on the ground. Exhausted and drained, Lavi sat on the ground, the rain falling in great sheets over him. He realized that he was never going to be dry by now, and he looked over to Esperanza. The woman seemed almost catatonic, as she was merely sitting there, letting the rain soak her. Her eyes were glued to the ground, and he realized that perhaps with all that was going on, she'd had enough. Lavi's lips pressed together, and he picked her up in a bridal carry.

"Let's get this checked out..." Lavi stated clinically, but on the inside, he was broiling. Esperanza had been nothing if not capable since he'd gotten here, yet now she'd been lowered to one scared, frightened young woman. He couldn't help but be a little angry, though at the same time he knew that there was nothing Esperanza could do about her phobia or her iniquities at present. Besides, Level Threes were exceptionally tough creatures, and he was hoping for too much if he thought a recent fighter. He carefully maneuvered them both into their low tent, and he put her down on her bedroll. He ripped her pants at the seams, and he winced at the gashes the needles had made into her flesh. They were at least a few inches deep, but they hadn't hit any main arteries, so they wouldn't spray or bleed out to the point of death. Esperanza seemed to be regaining her mental faculties as she said, "The easiest way to do this is to do it quick." She looked up at Lavi with the grim realization that this was probably going to be very, very painful.

Lavi gripped one of the broken needles, and he tried to ignore the wince on her face. Still, he made the mistake of looking at her, and he felt a pang of sympathy at the dread in her face. He offered her his hand, and for once she didn't refuse. She gripped his hand, but not too tightly, as he gripped the needle with his other hand. Esperanza had her head bowed, and he could hear her mumbling something, probably either a prayer or a curse. Finally, Lavi yanked, eliciting a shocked scream from Esperanza and a crushing pain in his free hand as her grip tightened. She was shaking now, but she was still holding her composure, and Lavi was glad for that. Plenty other women would be blubbering, screaming, and attempting to do all sorts of other things. Lavi took hold of the other needle firmly, and he yanked again, freeing that one. Her scream wasn't quite as loud, seeing as she knew what to expect, and her tight grip on his hand had not changed.

He cleaned and bandaged both legs. He told her, "The stuff they use in those syringes only lasts about thirty minutes to an hour. It's pretty weak stuff, and you should be able to walk around by tomorrow." Esperanza nodded blearily. Lavi frowned in concern, and he tried to separate what were his feelings and what was the facade he put on to seem more human and inviting. It was getting harder and harder to tell the difference these days. Esperanza attempted to lie down, but it was difficult for her, and he had to help her, despite her protests. He managed to get her back into the fort that he'd built earlier out of their things, and she quickly fell asleep, emotionally, physically, and mentally pushed beyond her limits. Lavi found himself in much the same predicament with a large amount of road rash still untended on his shoulder where he'd skidded across the ground, and the fact that it was a bit difficult for him to treat it himself.

"Partner, yer in one helluva lotta trouble," Darrin said irritatingly as he was about to enter the tent, but upon seeing the sleeping Esperanza (nearly pantless, no less), he quickly lowered his voice, as well as sneaking looks at her. Lavi felt the urge to slap the little man, but he had saved their lives. He guessed peeping at Esperanza and her legs were a small price to pay at the moment. If she'd been awake, that wouldn't be the case of course, but...

"What do you mean, I'm in a lot of trouble?" Lavi asked, his normally cheery delivery coming out a bit flat and forced. The man sat on the ground right outside the tent, and he started picking his teeth with an ever-present toothpick that was always in his chest pocket. He made a sour face at Lavi and said, "No one said nothin' 'bout bein' chased, bein' murdered, or bein' wanted by the most powerful man this side o' the Rio Seco, compadre." Lavi blankly stared before he asked, "You ask that now? After nearly twenty miles up a mountain and fifty through a desert, you decide that now is the best time to start complaining?" Lavi made sure to keep is voice a whisper-hiss. Esperanza was still asleep - at least, he thought she was.

"Well, ya see, my uh-mee-go bway-no, I think I'm gonna have to go and up my cost a bit, seein' as we're runnin' around with them monsters on our tail and Senor Dom ain't happy witcha and all a' that brouhaha yer done stuck in," Darrin stated, scratching his stubble and making one of the most irritating noises Lavi could imagine. At the moment, his nerves were frazzled, his mind was in a thousand different places at once, and his patience had long since run out on him.

"Okay, what the hell do you want, then?" Lavi asked, irritated and wishing the massive scrape on his shouder would just walk off and leave him alone. Blood was ruining his shirt, and Esperanza had bought it just a few days ago.

Darrin said, "Well, I say, four hundred pesos, two cases of whiskey... and maybe a night with yer li'l Spic gal right there, and that'll be settled." Lavi felt a flare of anger and indignation at how lightly Esperanza's mention was used, not to mention its connotation and the mention of 'Spic'.

"How about 'hell no, you creep'?"

Darrin looked offended. "Hey, it ain't fair you done get to keep all the meat 'round here." Lavi blinked in confusion. What did he say?

"I mean, really, is that fair? I'll pay her just like you pay her, and all's fair and squared away," Darrin said, and Lavi suddenly was hit with a revelation. He thought that he... and Esperanza... that she was his... He shook his head and said, "If you haven't figured out yet, she's an Exorcist, you dumbass. I don't know where you've been this entire time, but she happens to be able to take that cross around her neck and use it to make weapons. She and I don't..." He didn't even want to talk about it. It was just too... His mind jumped towards different images, but a practiced motion he'd learned beat them all away as effectively as holy water to a vampire.

Darrin looked confused for a moment before letting out a raucous laugh, and he said, "Shoot, feller, ya shoulda said somethin'. God damn, I didn't notice a thing. I done seen you fight 'n all with that hammer, but I never payed attention to the little lady. 'Sides, she wears men's trousers. If she wore a skirt like all them other girls 'round here, I wouldn't have thought she was a hussy. Well... I might've. I dunno, but I didn't mean no disrespect or nothin', I treat all my whores with the utmost respect." He said the last part solemn as the grave, and Lavi was a bit taken aback. The man wasn't offended in the least, but Lavi still felt a little wounded that the man would think he'd take a girl with him with the intention of...

"What did you think you were leading us up the mountain for?" Lavi asked, and Darrin picked at his teeth, the brown stump of his rotten tooth wiggling like a worm made of calcium. It picked at Lavi's tendencies for orderliness and cleanliness to see him do that... Darrin shrugged and stated, "I thought she was a hussy 'n her daddy was mad atcha fer taken her maidenhead or somethin' and you was gonna run away up this here mountain. Didn't look much like that's how it was gonna go, but you two ain't normal lookin', what with her pant wearin' and you n' that hammer. I guess I thought you two were weirdos tryin' to get up to the springs up at the top of the mountain. I seen lots a' weird stuff, though yer hammer 'n you take the cake." Lavi nodded, but stopped.

"Springs?" he asked, realization starting to click in his head. Darrin nodded.

"Yep. Springs. Hot springs, where fancy white people and fancy Spics go up to get all cleansed and such. They're right on the border o' the Lago de los Condemnos or whatever it is them damn Spanish people say. If it weren't fer the fact it's so far up this here mountain, lots more people woulda gone up here by now. Since you was an English feller, and she was a pretty lookin' Hispanic girl with pants and plenty a' scars, I done thought that you'd hired me to take you there for the springs so you could get a romantic night or somethin' like that. Now that I think of it, that's mighty weird considering whores tend to be pretty superstitious. Legend has it, the devil's fire lights up them springs, and that's what makes 'em so hot, so she wouldn't wanna come if that were the case," Darrin said nonchalantly. Lavi thought about this for a moment or two. He was about to say something else, but a loud snore interrupted him.

Darrin was asleep sitting up. Lavi rolled his eyes. It seemed that despite his cantankerous behavior, even old Darrin couldn't stay up for long. Lavi decided he'd sleep with the road rash over his shoulder and clean it up in the morning. He lay down next to Esperanza, knowing that he'd never sleep if it wasn't on a bedroll considering his new assortment of hurts and promptly fell asleep.

A/N: Thank you to all those people actually reading my story (I am aware of the praise given on reviews, but despite that I don't hardly believe in my own writing ability - bear with me). Also, thanks very much to St. Iggy The Pyro for commenting. It's greatly appreciated.

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