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A/N: Kay so this is gonna be a regular old update, with no disclaimers, no matter how much I wanna clarify cause it was clear it wasn't read the whole way through. But that is OKAY. I do have two announcements. I've been competing in NaNoWriMo this year, and since I'm way ahead of my goal, I've decided when I meet my 50,000 word goal, you guys (My favorite readers) are gonna get a SURPRISE! You should find out more about that closer to the 25th of November. AND, because I don't care, we're gonna run the Contest and it will be based on Reviews, because I don't know how else to determine who wins. But I don't expect them all at once before the next chapter. I'll post the rules at the end of this update, so be sure to read the whole way through. Good luck you guys and I'll see you on Friday.
Chapter 34
Wo Fat sat beside Rowan. He had the bowl of popcorn on his lap while Rowan held onto her snow cone. They were watching a movie that wasn't actually that bad. Ever since she had established that he hadn't seen any of the movies normal children watched in their childhood, she had been on a mission to make him watch all of her favourites. He kept telling himself that it was just to keep her entertained and out of trouble, but he enjoyed the time he spent with her. This led to nightly movie nights. Apparently, it was such a routine that his subordinates could set their clocks to it.
They knew that he'd be at the compound between 7:30-8pm. He'd have a snow cone for her and a gummy snack, and they'd have the popcorn popped and ready for them. Rowan would have picked a movie, or sent them out to pick it up for her. Tonight's choice was Muppet's Treasure Island.
He had read the book during his school days and had loved it, which meant he had high expectations for this children's version. And he had to admit, it was living up to them so far. A good way to get kids into it. He still liked the book better. But he had to admit, the songs were quite catchy, he dare say he might have even liked them. He may not have been familiar with the Muppets but he would definitely enjoy watching more of them if that Gonzo character were always with them.
His amusement must have shown because instead of eating her snow cone Rowan was smiling at him. "You're liking this movie, aren't you?" she accused. Her voice was still a bit scratchy but she had stopped coughing up blood when she talked and after she left her note book with a message for McGarrett, forcing him to move their operation all over again he had refused to get her another one. But she had been talking since the incident in the pool, and other then upping her snow cone intake, she seemed to be perfectly fine. He was just happy she was healing.
Wo Fat leant back against the pillows and crossed his arms over his chest. "It's better than those princess movies that you're obsessed with."
"Hey! Don't you dare bash my Princess movies," she warned him. "But fair, you don't have to like them. I'm glad to see that you at least like some of these movies."
He pointed to the screen where two puppets were singing their love to one another. "See this right here, this is why you're delusional about love," he said. "No guy's like this."
"Well no duh, Kermit's a frog," she said with a teasing smirk.
"And a puppet," Wo Fat reminded her and she just glared at him. He had been trying maybe a bit too hard to knock the disillusionment over Steve out of Rowan's head. But she remained blissfully stubborn about her feelings for him. She denied that they were causing any issues what so ever. But Wo Fat could see otherwise.
Rowan had been better since he had decided it was okay to let her out of her cell. She had free reign of the compound, so long as someone was with her and since he was busy that meant that she spent a lot of time with Armando and Juan Carlos. She had daily jam sessions with Juan Carlos where she played the guitar, but her singing was limited. Wo Fat kept trying to tell them to keep her from singing as it aggravated her throat but she didn't listen to him or them. Hence the daily snow-cones to soothe her throat.
Wo Fat had taught her to waltz and every now and then they'd practiced. Coming back from business early led him to discover that Rowan was now learning Spanish dances. Which was essentially just very provocative dance moves with Juan Carlos who Wo Fat worried was way too close to her. Or a bit too interested in her. Rowan seemed to like the attention and since Wo Fat wanted her off of her interest in Steve he had just sort things go on.
She rested her head against Wo Fat's shoulder and sighed. "Tomorrow JC says we're gonna do some Karaoke," she told him. "You gonna come? I hear you Asians love Karaoke."
"That's racist, Ro," Wo Fat grumbled. Rowan had nicknames for everyone. Juan's was JC, his was Oz and Armando was Poppa Bear. Aptly named for his gruff exterior but gooey center. He too had grown fond of Rowan and caved to her blinking baby blue eyes just like the rest of them. The hypocrite.
"Besides, you shouldn't be singing. You're going to undo all the healing you've done," he reminded her.
Rowan scoffed. "I'm not gonna sing a lot. Just a few songs. If my throat starts to hurt I'll stop," she said.
"I have things to do tomorrow," he told her, slinging an arm over her shoulder. "But I'll see if I can stop by, alright? Is this a morning thing or afternoon?"
"Afternoon," she said quickly. "We gotta set everything up. He's getting lights and we're making a stage and getting drinks."
Great alcohol was going to be involved. He would have to warn Armando about it if he couldn't make it out of his meeting in time.
"You should come, it'll be fun," she said to him as she settled herself so that she was snuggled up to him.
Wo Fat didn't have time for fun. He had an empire to build. "Eat your snow cone," he said instead. Her voice was getting scratchy again.
"When do I get to go home?" she asked him out of the blue and Wo Fat felt his blood run cold. He had effectively managed to avoid this conversation. Usually by deflecting her onto someone else or leaving the room. But Rowan was snuggled up quite neatly to him, his arm was around her shoulder, her fingers digging into his dress shirt. There'd be no getting away unscathed from this.
"Well if you tell me where you live I can help you get there," he replied. Referring to, of course, the place of home she claimed to not remember. He was positive she was lying. He just couldn't prove it.
"You know what I mean," she grumbled. "When are you and Steve gonna do this hostage exchange?"
"Steve has refused to comply with my demands. It seems you're not as important to him as I thought," he lied. He knew Steve was willing to give him what he wanted, he just had no intention of going through with the exchange, no matter what Steve offered him.
He felt Rowan's frown against his shirt and he struggled not to shift under the guilt that had crept up his spine. He hated that he knew what that emotion was. He had never felt it before, why would it plague him now?
"Then ask for something reasonable?" she offered as she shoved a mouthful of flavoured ice into her mouth. She chewed a bit before adding: "If I didn't know any better I'd say you didn't want me leave."
Wo Fat stayed quiet. She couldn't possibly know that was true. The movie ended and Wo Fat disentangled himself from Rowan. He straightened out his suit before leaning over Rowan, picking up the snow cone cup and the bowl of popcorn. He was almost to the door before Rowan called out a soft goodnight.
He shut the door behind him and tried to shrug the warmth out of his system. He needed a plan. He needed to know what to do. Stockholm syndrome should have kicked in by now. He needed to brush up on his psychology.
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After the last move, Wo Fat had moved out of the hotel he had been staying at and into the compound with Rowan. It was a tactical move, he told himself, he stayed up worrying she'd escape, and he was staying late for movies anyway, it made no sense to be away from her. But that was how, while he was getting ready for his lunch appointment Wo Fat was cornered by Armando, who was supposed to be on Rowan-sitting duty. He didn't like it when Armando left Rowan and Juan Carlos alone but judging by the urgent look on the older man's face there was a good reason for it this morning.
"I've been meaning to talk to you," he said. "About Rowan."
Wo Fat stopped straightening his tie and turned back to Armando. "What about her?"
"She has requested lessons," he said. "In either, driving or shooting. Which car would you like me to take her in?"
Wo Fat stared at him, his eyes blinking for a moment digesting what had been said. "You think it's a good idea to give that girl lessons in driving?"
"Considering the alternative… yes," Armando said. "She would like to learn how to drive both defensively and evasively. Where would it be best to do that?"
"On one of the back roads out in the country, less cops more turns, good for learning to maneuver," Wo Fat answered immediately. He then shook his head. "Strike that. You're not teaching her how to drive."
"I would have thought this would be good," Armando told him. "She is showing an interest in your work. This is a step forward in your plan to make her an assistant."
Wo Fat glared at him. He should have never confided that in Armando. "Or, she could throw you out of the car and make a break for it."
"I am big," he said gesturing to himself. "She will have a hard time throwing."
Wo Fat groaned. Alright. Alright. Fine. Wo Fat pinched the bridge of his nose as if trying dispel his frustration through this massage. "Okay. Fine. I'll let you teach her how to drive. But for god sake don't let her get away or crash the car," he growled. "And don't teach her in any of the cars we like, use one we wouldn't care about."
As soon as he agreed Rowan erupted out from behind Armando and hugged him tightly. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said into his neck.
Wo Fat wasn't good at hugs. Whenever Rowan hugged him, which was not often, he just stood there, arms to his side. He had been experimenting since they had started getting closer but he still wasn't comfortable hugging her back fully. So, he took one arm and patted her back softly. He silently wondered if she had heard the comment about becoming his assistant. Which was not really the plan, but sort of. He figured that if she had hear she would have voiced her concerned immediately.
"If you crash my car I'll never forgive you," he snapped.
But when Rowan pulled away he saw that giant smile on his face and caved a bit. Maybe he'd be mad but eventually but he'd forgive her. At this point he'd do anything to keep being the reason she had that smile on her face.
Maybe this was starting to work. Maybe she was finally letting go of the idea of going home to McGarrett. Maybe Wo Fat would finally get the start to that family he always wanted. Too bad he didn't deal in maybes.
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Steve and Danny walked out of the Iolani Palace talking shop about their latest murder. They were on their way to La Mariana Tiki Bar. Steve was going to drive. As. Per. Usual.
Catherine drove up in her cute little blue classic sports car. Steve immediately stiffened. Ever since she had found out that Steve felt bad about Rowan being taken she had taken it upon herself to be there night and day. Meaning she practically lived with him and she did her best to fill in the void Rowan left by making him breakfast and dinner and covering him with cuddles. Steve didn't even know how to tell her how much it wasn't helping. He didn't want Catherine to try and replace Rowan, he wanted Rowan.
But all this time together had caused a major confliction. Before Catherine had practically moved herself into his house he had been 100% certain he wanted Rowan. But Catherine was good to him, she stood by his side through everything, and Rowan was… well… Rowan. He barely knew her. She could leave him at any time. She kept secrets and hid things from him and dealt in half-truths just like his mother. And she never listened to him. But he wanted her. He wanted her so bad. But he also didn't want to let go of Catherine. He sort of felt honour bound to stay with her.
It was causing him such anxiety that he was losing whatever precious little sleep he was getting. So he decided to make his final decision when he found Rowan.
"Hey!" Catherine chirruped as she got out of her car.
Both he and Danny said hi back and then their eyes zeroed in on her jersey. Steve was taken aback by the colors but it was Danny who said: "What the hell is this?" like she was wearing trash.
To be fair she was.
"What? I can't surprise Steve at work?" she asked. Ah, oh no, she didn't see what the problem was. Uh oh. Oh no. This was not good.
Danny forced a smile. "No, you can do that," he told her and then frowned down to her jersey. "I'm talking about the jersey."
She looked down to the shirt she was wearing as if momentarily confused. "Oh!" she said once she seemingly understood. "Well, we moved around when I was a kid so I never stayed in one place long enough to get tied to a team."
"Oh, so you willingly root for the Dallas Cowboys?" Danny asked. He was more than surprised, he was shocked. Steve was too, but he was also dating this girl so he didn't want to say anything… yet.
"Yeah," Catherine said looking back and forth between them like she didn't understand. "I mean, come on. Who doesn't like America's team?"
Both he and Danny raised their hands. This had gone on long enough. "I don't," Steve told her just as Danny said: "We don't."
Steve couldn't help but think that he wouldn't be having this conversation with Rowan. In fact, he doubted Rowan even watched Football.
"And if I recall correctly, my Redskins humiliated your Cowboys the last time they played," Steve reminded her.
Danny was grinning again which meant that he had thought of something sarcastic and pithy up and he was about to spit it out and laugh at his own joke. Steve steeled himself for the inevitable.
"That's very cute. You got a Cowboys fan dating a Redskins fan," he said. "That's like the Capulets and the Montagues."
Okay not bad. It was basically true but no one was going to end up killing themselves in this version. Catherine chuckled at him which caused Danny to beam and Steve to roll his eyes.
"That's good. I'm gonna give you an A+ for that literary reference," she said. HE wished she hadn't. People shouldn't reward his stupid smart aleck responses, that's how they ended up getting more of them.
"Oh, you got that?" he said shooting his grin to Steve. "Thanks.
"Yeah," Catherine said, chuckling again. "But actually, I came here to cheer up Steve. Since he's been so depressed about Rowan's latest disappearing act."
Steve tried not to growl. He hated that she did that, down played what had happened as if it wasn't a big deal. It wasn't an act. Rowan didn't do it on purpose. And she was in actual danger. Why couldn't Catherine see that?
Too bad she missed Steve's scowl because she was too busy rooting through her bag. "See, the NFL hooked up my unit with some tickets for the game tomorrow. So you and I are going to the Pro Bowl," she told him flashing her tickets and smiling triumphantly.
Steve glanced to Danny who was grinning because he too had had the exact same idea.
"Uhm… I'm… I'm already going with Danny," Steve admitted watching Catherine's smile fade.
Danny stepped up to the plate. "Yeah, we got 50-yard-line seats. Best seats in the house," he told her, obviously proud.
Steve decided to play like he was sorry, when really, he wasn't. "We got them this morning. I'm sorry," he said to her.
Catherine put on a brave face and put the tickets back in her bag, acting like she wasn't disappointed. As her boyfriend he should have cared more that he had upset her. But he just didn't.
"Oh, that's okay. Uhm… you know what? My seats are pretty good, I'm sure I'll find someone to go with," she told him.
An awkward silence hit them and Danny began to fidget. "I'm gonna let that awkward moment fade out a bit. We gotta bar to go to," he reminded him and then walked away leaving Steve alone with the awkwardness. The asshole. He was about to call Danny back when Danny's phone rang and Steve decided to let him have it.
"For a case," Steve added in case Catherine thought he and Danny were going on a man-date or something. "We're going to a bar for a case."
Catherine said okay like she believed them but it was the kind of okay she used after listening to Steve explain something about Rowan.
"Hey, why don't we do some tailgating before the game together?" he asked her. "You and me?"
Catherine smiled. "Yeah, I would love that," she said and Steve smiled. "But I don't wanna get in the way of your man-date with Danny."
And the smile came right off his face. Yes he and Danny had been spending a lot of time together but they were not man-dating or bro-dating or any other kind of dating. Danny was keeping him from going crazy with worry over Rowan and distracting him from Catherine's attempts to distract him.
"It's not a man date," he snapped.
"No?" Catherine said with a teasing smirk.
"Anyway, Kamekona already invited himself, so it's fine," he told her. "You're not getting in the way."
He leant in and kissed her softly on the lips. Catherine moaned softly against him like it was the best kiss in the world. That was another thing she had been doing. Being more vocal as if to stroke his male ego. He didn't need his ego stroked. For fuck sake he just wanted Rowan.
"That's a three-way bromance," she said to him after he pulled away. "Cute. Very, very cute. I like it."
She got in her own car just as Steve did. Steve avoided Danny's eyes. His partner knew all about his frustrations and was no help with the situation. He just kept saying the same thing. Just pick one already. As if it were that easy.
But when Steve turned to him Danny had a look on his face that worried him. The kind of look that Danny wore when he was just about to give bad news. "What? What is it?" Steve asked.
"I just got a call from Kamekona," he said and the first thing Steve thought about was the tickets. "He just spotted the car. The one he last saw Rowan in."
Steve sat a little straighter. Rowan. "Where?" he breathed out.
"Over by the shrimp truck. Says Rowan was there getting a snow cone, had some new guy with her. He recognized him. He's a Mexican arms dealer who's base is in Colombia. He's got their current address."
"Where," he growled. There wasn't time for this. They had to go now.
"She's at the Waikiki Beach Marriot. Says she's parked in the passenger pick up," Danny said. "He thinks she's waiting for someone."
Wo Fat. It had to be Wo Fat. Steve flicked on the lights and the sirens. He had to get to her. He had to get to her before Wo Fat got back in that car. This was his only chance. He didn't know when he'd get another chance like this. If he didn't act on it he may never get another one. He may never see her again.
Danny didn't argue. He said nothing at all as the car sped away. He knew what this was. They both did.
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Rowan sat in the driver's seat of the car with her snow-cone in hand crunching away happily on it. Beside her Armando was sucking on his, as his teeth weren't as strong as hers and he needed to wait for it to melt before digging in. They were in front of the Waikiki Beach Marriot hotel waiting for Wo Fat to come out. She knew the second he did, Armando would tell him what Rowan did and she'd get in trouble.
Wo Fat came out of the door and spotted the car. Rowan sunk into her seat, noting that he seemed to be peering in through her window. He got to the car and rapped on her window. Rowan rolled the window down and stared up at him the most innocent smile she could muster.
"Hell no," he said to her. "Get out."
"She's not done with her lesson," Armando intoned as he stabbed his snow-cone with vigor.
"And you took the nice car. I told you not to take a car I like. Why did you have to take the Audi?" he snapped.
"She likes to go fast," Armando told him before Rowan could answer. It wasn't entirely a lie. But it was better than telling them the real reason she wanted to drive the Audi. That she wanted to take this car so someone would recognize it. "And don't think you're getting away with what you did to me, when we get back to the compound I will be talking to Wo Fat about that."
Wo Fat got in the back of the car but paused in buckling. "Excuse me? What did she do?"
Rowan handed him her half eaten snow-cone. "Can you hold this for me?" she asked and he took it without a second thought.
Armando turned in his seat as she pulled away from the curb and out onto the street. "She threw me from the car."
Well so much for waiting until she got back to the compound.
"It was an accident."
"Turns out she can drive. She can drive well. She wanted to learn how to do defensive maneuvers, to learn how to escape cars chasing her," Armando snapped shooting her another glare. "Her specialty is donuts."
"I didn't know he had the door part way open, now did I?" she cried. "And why weren't you strapped in?"
"You threw him from the car?!" Wo Fat cried. But he was ignored.
"You wouldn't stop with the donuts. I was going to tuck and roll but you spun the car again," Armando snapped.
"Then that's not my fault!" Rowan cried Just as Wo Fat shook his had and growled: "You're a fucking hazard. Stop the car I'm going to drive."
"No! I need the practice," she said. "Besides, Armando says my lessons aren't done yet."
"So you can throw me from the car too? Fuck no. Stop the car," he ordered. Rowan stuck her tongue out at him. She was going to tell him to buckle up but Armando interrupted her.
"We have a car, it's been following us since we left. It's gaining fast," he told them. Wo Fat turned. Rowan's eyes went to the rear-view mirror.
She'd recognize that silver Camaro anywhere. Rowan slammed on the breaks causing everyone in the car to lurch forward and the car behind her to slam on its horn and swerve to avoid her.
"What the hell are you doing?" Armando cried.
"It's Steve," Rowan whispered. "I could go home."
"No. Drive." Wo Fat ordered. The Camaro was closer now she could see Steve driving. She was almost there.
"Please," she cried turning to look at him. "Please let me go home."
"I'm not getting arrested today Rowan now drive," he ordered.
Rowan looked back. The Camaro was right behind her the lights flashing at her. Steve was halfway out. "If I get away from them will you send me home?"
"ROWAN!" Wo Fat shouted and she could see a shadow at the back window, she winced but she knew she had no choice. She gunned it.
Steve was out of the car, he had been on his way, gun drawn ready to go. He had not been expecting the car to take off after stopping so suddenly. She heard him shout but she was too far away to hear the words.
"Okay, we're going to get a good lesson out of this," Armando said. "Now we can't lead him back to the base which means we'll have to lose him."
"In the city?"
"No too easy for cops to find us, we'll have to lose him in the bush," Wo Fat told her, he rolled down the window and tossed her snow cone out, ignore her cry of dismay. Armando did the exact same thing as him with his own snow cone.
"You're going to want to stay on the left, be sure to pass cars by going to the left, even if that means crossing the line into the oncoming traffic," he told her.
"You want me to drive into oncoming traffic?" she cried as she swerved around a car moving way to slow. Behind them came the wail of the siren and the glare of flashing blue and red lights.
"He's catching up," Wo Fat told them. "Go faster."
"When people hear sirens they pull to the right. Even if they're going in the opposite direction," he said showing her all the spaces that opened up. "Now, pedal to the metal little lady. We have a crazy boyfriend to outrun."
"He's not her boyfriend!" Wo Fat cried his eyes on the car following them a gun in his hand. Rowan caught it. The glint of metal in the light. He'd try to shoot Steve if he got too close. She'd have to keep a safe distance between them to keep him from getting hurt.
"Go down the highway," Armando said and Rowan immediately jerked the car into a turn. The car wobbling and tilting, the tires screeching in protest.
Steve also took the turn just as fast, the Camaro fishtailing before steadying. Rowan put her foot all the way down, the engine roaring and shaking as she ate up the distance between them and the on ramp to the highway. But the Camaro was faster and it was gaining fast.
"I can't out run him," Rowan told them. "Danny's Camaro is too fast."
"That's Danny's car? Then why is Steve always driving it?" Wo Fat asked. Rowan opened her mouth to answer but Armando snapped: "Why does that matter?" and that shut them both up.
"You'll have to out maneuver him then," he told her.
"Out maneuver? He's a Navy Seal, he has more training and more practice than me!" she cried. "I vote that I slow the car down and jump out. That way you guys can get away and I can go home."
"NO!" Wo Fat shouted so loud that both Rowan and Armando jumped. "Just fucking lose him. Armando help her."
Rowan saw the Camaro creeping up on them. She watched Wo Fat take aim as it pulled up closer to them. She glanced over and saw that they were almost neck and neck at this point. She saw Danny's shocked' face, but it was Steve's face she was stuck on. He was staring at her, not with anger but horrified shock. He had been expecting a lot of things but he clearly wasn't expecting Rowan to be driving. She tried to mouth that she was sorry. She tried to convey that she had no choice. Wind whipped through the car as Wo Fat's window went down. He was aiming neatly through the Camaro's back window. He'd hit Danny even if he was aiming for Steve.
"Alright Rowan…"
"RAM THEM!" she screamed and even though both Armando and Wo Fat shouted no she swerved to the left. The Audi slammed into the side of the Camaro with a loud crunch, an explosion of sparks and force that jerked even her to the side.
"Son of a bitch!" Wo Fat shouted. "Rowan. What the fuck?"
The cars came apart and Rowan swerved again taking an exit onto a back street with very little traffic, she did it so fast that the Camaro didn't have time to swerve with her, which meant she had left Steve behind for now.
"I panicked!" Rowan screamed back at him. Because she didn't think she could say she was trying to stop him from shooting her friends without getting into a lot of trouble with them.
"Okay, now we're not going to do that again," he said and Rowan nodded because she was pretty sure the seatbelt had shattered her collarbone trying to keep her in her seat.
The Camaro returned in her rear-view mirror and Wo Fat swore. "Why won't he give you up?" he asked no one in particular.
It was then that Rowan realized that Wo Fat didn't want to let her go. He wanted to keep her and that made absolutely no sense to her what so ever. Why the hell would he want to keep her? She had been so goddamn annoying.
The Camaro came level with her again. Steve was no longer shocked to see her, he was wearing his determined face instead. He was going to ram her this time. He was going to try and run her off the road.
"He's going to run us off the road," Armando told her. As if she hadn't figured that out.
"I know. I got this," she said.
"Oh God," was Armando's response. He clung to the passenger side grab handle very tightly. Good, he had learned his lesson.
Just as Steve swung the Camaro towards them Rowan pulled up the emergency brake and slammed on the breaks at the same time. She had done this before. She had kept turning the wheel into her car swung forward facing the opposite direction. But as the Audi screeched to a halt and forcibly went into a 360, the Camaro had swerved right past them narrowly missing the front of their car. But it didn't stop there. Either Steve couldn't get in control or he had been going too fast to stop in time. Either way the Camaro ran right off the road and practically dove into the ditch.
A great tower of pillowing smoke erupted from the hood of the car. Before anyone could stop her, Rowan had gotten out of the Audi and was running back towards the Camaro. She just wanted to make sure that Steve was alright. That Danny was okay. She knew Danny would probably kill her for the damage done to his car but she could live with that so long as she hadn't inadvertently killed them both.
"Steve?" she called as she ran towards the accident she had caused. "Danny? Steve?"
But she never got to the Camaro. Wo Fat tackled her straight to the ground. She hit the tar and felt it rip up her arms and her legs and part of her cheek. He pulled her up before she could manage to struggle he had an arm across her torso. Only a single one and she couldn't figure out why until she heard her name.
She knew that voice. She knew who was calling for her. And even though she screamed his name right back she couldn't hear herself over the gunshots.
Wo Fat shot at Steve over and over keeping him pinned behind the Camaro's door. He dragged her back to the Audi and even though she screamed and begged him to let her go home, to just leave her there and escape with Armando he threw her in the back, shot two more times in Steve's direction and then dove into the back to restrain her and keep her from running.
The last she saw of Steve he was running down that dusty stretch of highway screaming her name. Needless to say he didn't catch up and she didn't get to go home.
So... are you ready for the Christmas challenge?
The winner will be the person who gives me that 300th review.
To be considered eligible you're review will have to include your favourite part of the chapter you're reviewing on AND what kind of ONE SHOT you would like to read from this universe I've created.
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The story you pick can be anything you'd like. It doesn't even need to be cannon, you want Rowan and Chin together? Rowan and Danny? You want Rowan to get Danny and Steve together? You just want it to be a scene in the future that you really want to see or a scene I glossed over that you want me to elaborate on. You name it I'll write it. If you need help with story prompts, just mention in the review and I'll post options in the next update to pick from.
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Sounds good guys? Alright, I'll see you guys on Friday!