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A/N: What?! An early update? Oh but it's so much more than that. I finished NaNoWriMo a whole day early, and since I spent most of my time working on this Fanfiction, and because I love you guys so much I've decided to give you guys a surprise. I'm not gonna up date three times, or four BUT SEVEN! That's right, I am going to update every day this week starting today. I really want to get that surprise plot twist that's coming up in like... one chapter. :D Don't forget to put in those Christmas submissions, 48 more and we get a winner! If you need a recap of the rules go to the bottom of chapter 34. Don't forget, Guest reviewers, to use the same nickname so I know it's you and if you change your mind on your story option, just tell me which one you like better. I hope you guys enjoy this and I'll see you guys again tomorrow!

Dear JP: I love reading your reviews. I see that you're a bit confused about her family, so I'm gonna try to iron out the confusion. So if you remember back in chapter 18, Rowan and Doris went to the Iolani Palace to look up Rowan's family. And she found out that her family existed in this story line, but her parents were divorced and she was still born? Well the Trevor we're reading about now, is the Trevor from the Five-0 story line. Essentially, he watched his family fall apart after his sister died and he thought if he could pull her through the void back to them he'd fix his family. So the experiment he performed with his father, is what brought her to this world and started this story, and now he's in Hawaii with his father looking for her, but he doesn't know if he actually pulled her through or survived. I hope that answers any questions you have. And P.S. I am female.

Chapter 36

That sexual assault had worked wonders on Rowan's attitude. Not that he was glad it happened. At no point should it have happened. If he could go back in time and stop it from happening he would without a second thought. But the fact that it fixed everything between them almost instantly had been a definite plus.

Once she stopped cringing at every movement nd wearing sweatpants and sweatshirts in the sweltering Hawaiian heat, he and Rowan became besties. Maybe it was because he lived in her room for five days. Maybe it was because Juan Carlos, Armando and him had rallied around her like a pride of lioness protecting her one cub. Either way, it seemed to have fixed her fear and helped her get back on her feet in record time.

One downside was that her annoyingness had doubled. If he had to guess this was exactly like having a little sister was like. This view of Rowan had warped and created an attachment, had created feelings he wasn't familiar with but it explained what was happening to him. It explained why he was protective of her. Why he wanted her to stay. Why he looked forward to taking her places or giving her things to see her smile.

Realizing it had made things easier for him. No point in fighting it or trying to keep her at arm's length. He embraced the feelings and gave her back all that she gave him. Which meant there was a lot of rough housing, tickling, tackling, noogie-ing, teasing and laughing. He had more fun in that last three days with her than he had in his whole life.

One of the things she loved to do, to piss him off, was to sing songs with Juan Carlos. He hated the Spanish songs the most. It was odd that Rowan didn't know how to speak Spanish but could sing it fluently. What bugged him was the lyrics, they were always provocative and Juan Carlos seemed to make them worse and worse just to upset him. The fact that they were a tag team a lot of the time was not appreciated.

Today's song was different from the last one and while Rowan seemed to know the lyrics already Juan seemed more interested in teaching her the dance, which was more than a little suggestive.

Despacito, quiero respirar tu cuello despacito, deja que te diga cosas al oído, para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo.

Wo Fat stopped overseeing the shipment of gun that had just come in and turned to where Rowan and Juan Carlos were twirling back and forth. He turned his dry glare to Armando who was purposely avoiding his gaze.

"What did she just sing?" he asked him.

"Do you want to know?" Armando asked not even looking up from the shipment they were inventorying. "I mean really?"

"Is it bad?" he asked as they continued singing the song, in perfect Spanish.

"Ride me slowly. I want to breathe in your neck… slowly. Let me murmur things in your ear. So that you remember if you're not with me," Armando quoted and Wo Fat frowned.

"Nope," he said throwing the gun down and walking towards Rowan. "That needs to stop. Right now."

He caught Rowan's wrist mid twirl and tugged her out of Juan's grip. The tug caused her tumbled and as per usual he dropped her into a tang dip which caused her to break out in melodious tinkling laughter.

"Aw come on!" Rowan cried. "I need to practice the new song."

"Do you even know what you're singing?" he asked.

"Nope, not a clue," she said with a bright smile. There was no point in telling her how stupid that was, she was doing this to annoy him. It was best to just smile back at her because then she got bored and moved on to a different way to annoy him.

"Can you just sit still and not sing for like, two seconds while I finish this?" he asked.

"For two seconds? Sure," she said. He knew from past experience that she'd count to two and then start up again so he'd have to clarify. He fell for that more times then he'd care to admit, but he wouldn't be doing it again.

"Okay, maybe not two seconds. More like two minutes. Can you handle that?" he asked.

"Well… I don't know…"

"We'll go straight back to your room for movie time, your choice, okay?" he bargained.

"Alright, you've twisted my arm," she said with a cheeky grin and he let her stand back up.

She sat patiently beside Juan Carlos, who continued to sing and dance by himself, until Wo Fat was done. He had long since stopped allowing her to help him with inventories after the infamous, nearly-shot-Juan-Carlos-in-the-foot incident. He knew she wanted to be helpful but she was too much of a walking disaster to be trusted with automatic weapons.

As soon as he turned his attention back to her, she jumped up to her feet and bounced towards him.

"I wanna watch The Swan Princess," she told him and he playfully rolled his eyes. She would have already decided which movie she wanted to torture him with.

"Of course, you do," he snapped to her.

She nudged his side with his elbow. Dangerously close to the dreaded zone. The zone she recently established was ticklish. Who'd have thought that Wo Fat had a ticklish spot? He certainly didn't, but, then again, he hadn't had anyone in his life that determined to find a ticklish spot on him before.

"Don't whine. I picked a better one," she said and that was true. He liked the songs in this one but he didn't like the heroine. She was essentially useless. Dying because her prince got mixed up and confessed his love to the wrong girl.

God he hoped Rowan didn't do something as stupid as that. Especially since the man she was in love with loved someone else. Maybe he could just assassinate Catherine. No, that wouldn't fix things, Steve would just pine for her. No, Rowan needed to find someone else. Just not Juan Carlos. Problem was, Wo Fat didn't know any eligible men that were good enough for her, or weren't corrupt in some way.

They got back to her room and immediately put the DVD on. While the trailers played he popped popcorn and she made snow-cones. She pressed play only when they were cuddled up, she under her blanket and he on top of it because he was too hot for a blanket. She didn't start the rough housing until the snow-cones were done and the popcorn was discarded on the side table.

It started with the singing. He hated when she sung a long with the movies. Why did she always have to sing? He was there to watch the movie not listen to live musical theater with solos by Rowan Pierce, no matter how amazing they were.

He knew now that there was a spot on her neck right where the skull and spine connected that, if he just hovered her fingers over, would cause her to collapse and go silent. So he often did that, sometimes just to watch her fold into herself and become completely helpless for a couple of seconds. Of course, when he did that she'd have to retaliate.

Because hovering her fingers over his tickle zone had a similar effect on him. Except he'd yelp as the tingling affect moved up his ribcage and would end up in a C shape trying to avoid it. This always led to her jumping on top of him with a pillow as if she were trying to smother him.

And then they would wrestle. Since her attack he had been teaching her self defense while they played. She knew how to get someone off of her if they had her up against a wall and if they were pinning her down to the floor. She knew how to twist her arm out of someone's grasp and where to hit to cause the most amount of damage so she could run away, though she already knew about punching someone's throat was a good idea. He taught her how to do it so it would kill a guy.

It was a gamble, teaching her moves that could get her away from him, but he'd rather she knew in case he wasn't there to stop the next attack. Not that he expected there to be another attack. After what happened to the last offender he was sure his lackeys were absolutely terrified to even look at her.

His back was to the door when it opened. He was readying himself to receive another pillow as it was thrown at him. It didn't occur to him to be worried until the door shut and he had heard nothing but the soft metallic click of a gun loading. Only then did the hairs on the back of his neck raise up.

He turned immediately gun drawn ready to fire but he didn't pull the trigger.

Doris was standing in front of him. Her own gun drawn. Already he could feel his grip shaking. He didn't want to shoot the only mother figure he ever had.

"Doris!" Rowan cried and then went to rush past him. It took one arm to grab her and pull her back. He didn't trust Doris to not accidentally shoot Rowan. And he sure as hell wasn't going to let Doris take her away now.

"What are you doing here?" Wo Fat asked. The silent "And how far behind is Steve?" was implied. Rowan certainly didn't need to ask it but she did anyway.

"Where's Steve?"

Doris looked at her and then back to Wo Fat. "What were you two doing?" she asked.

"Playing," Rowan answered just as Wo Fat said: "Nothing."

Doris looked at them as if they were a pair of two headed aliens and Wo Fat did his best to look imposing even though he knew his shirt was out of place from all the rough housing and his hair was messed up from all the failed attempts to braid his hair. It was not long enough, she knew this, and yet she always ended up pulling his head into her lap so she could try. He went with it because he liked the feeling of her fingers in his hair, it calmed him. Like a really weird scalp massage.

"Seriously, where's Steve?" Rowan asked trying to move in front of him again. Wo Fat side stepped to keep her behind him and therefore still shielded. If Doris asked he'd say it was because he was keeping his prisoner under his control, and not because he wanted to protect her.

"He's not here," she said and then lowered her gun. She then carefully looked back to Wo Fat. "You two were… playing?"

"I wouldn't call it playing," Wo Fat snarled.

"True, we rough house," Rowan said. "But he always lets me win."

Wo Fat winced. Never mind that it was true, did she have to tell Doris that? The woman who had raised him was now staring at them thoughtfully. Her cogs were turning he could see it.

"Can I go home now?" Rowan asked. "I mean, she's here right, that means we're doing the trade? So Doris stays and I go home? Or is she just gonna take me?"

"No!" Wo Fat snapped. "I already told you no. You're not going back."

"So, you are trying to keep her?" Doris asked him. "And not just to hurt Steve I presume?"

"It's none of your business," Wo Fat snapped his own gun coming up just as Doris' did.

Rowan merely had to touch a finger to his side and crumpled into that C shape and she got around him. She bounced up to Doris even though he groaned her name in indignation.

"Oh. calm yourself, she's not going to shoot me and neither are you!" she snapped. "You're here to take me home, right?"

Doris looked from Rowan to Wo Fat and then back to Rowan. "Can I talk to him for a bit?"

"We'll you're in my prison cell… and I'm not allowed to leave… so…," Rowan said dryly.

Doris turned to Wo Fat. "Outside. Now."

He followed glumly like a kid who had just been chastised. The door to her cell slammed shut and when Doris turned she grabbed his chin and looked him straight in the eye. It took a few minutes to get over how stunned he was by that motion and then he went about slapping her hands away.

"What the hell are you doing?" he cried.

"You're different," she said. "You're softer. Less… cruel. She's been a good influence on you."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he snapped even though he knew it was true. He had just been hoping that it wasn't obvious.

"I'm not going to lie, I was very surprised when you decided to keep her. It's not like you to do something like that, not unless you think she could be of some greater purpose. But you take care of her. You spend time with her. She got away with tickling you and you didn't even hit her for it," Doris explained. "You seem… happier."

He was happier. But things like that were dangerous in his line of work. Weaknesses could be exploited. And he didn't want that to happen to Rowan.

"No. I'm keeping her because it upsets your son. Because it keeps him away from me. Keeps him at bay while I work," he argued. "That's why she's staying with me. That's why you're not taking her."

"And what if I tell Steve where she is?" Doris asked. Wo Fat went for the gun again.

He glared her down. "Then we have a problem," he snapped. Because there was no way in hell he was letting Rowan leave.

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When Doris came back into her cell, Rowan pounced on her.

"Are you taking me home?" she asked. But the door slammed shut behind her and dread sunk into her stomach.

"How are you doing here?" Doris asked instead avoiding her eyes.

Rowan narrowed her eyes at the older woman. "I'm a prisoner."

Doris looked around at her lavish cell and Rowan tried not to groan. "Looks like you have a lot of comforts here," she said.

"Yes, all the comforts except freedom," she growled. "You know… one of my constitutional rights."

Doris sighed. "Look. I'm not taking you out with me," she said.

"Why the hell not?!" Rowan thundered which just won her an exasperated look from Doris.

"Because. You make him happy," she replied.

Rowan just stared at her. He? Did she mean Wo Fat? Doris was going to leave her with a convicted criminal because she made him happy? What the actual fuck?

"You're a good influence on him. He seems almost human," she said.

Rowan shook her head. "Doris. Stop it. I am not going to make him right in the head," she growled. "It just doesn't work like that. Yes, so far he seems to like me but that can change. He could go back to his regular sociopathic self any day and when I'm not longer useful or a producer of joy. He'll get rid of me, Doris. By death."

Doris glared at her. She showed no signs of relenting. No signs of seeing reason and Rowan was starting to panic. "Please don't leave me here Doris," she pleaded. "Don't keep picking Wo Fat over your real son!"

"Oh, but Steve couldn't care less about you," Doris said so flippantly that it knocked Rowan back a bit. "I mean don't get me wrong, he's worried and he wants to get you back, but he's busy. He has cases that are more important and Catherine filling your place. It may sound cruel to say it so bluntly like that but I think it's time you let go of your delusions. You mean nothing to Steve. You're just an inconvenient roommate."

It was almost word for word the same argument Wo Fat had used before. They couldn't have had the same argument? Right? Or maybe… maybe it was true. She was his mother, she would know more about Steve then Wo did, but she also tended to side with Wo Fat all the time, so maybe that was what she was really doing? But then again, Steve was supposed to end up with Catherine at the end of this series. Maybe with her gone things were sliding back into place.

"It'll be alright," Doris said to her. "I wouldn't be leaving you here if I thought you weren't safe."

Rowan went back to her cot and sat back down. She pulled the blankets around her and tried not to glare at Doris. "Yeah, whatever makes you feel better," she growled.

There was no point in arguing. Nothing left to say. She was stuck here. And that was that. But she knew one thing for certain. When she got out of here, if she got out of here alive, she was going to tell Steve his mother left her there. And if she didn't get out alive… well… she'd just haunt Doris till the day she died.

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Rowan cried for four hours straight after Doris left before eventually crying herself to sleep. Wo Fat felt bad. But it was a necessity. What Rowan didn't know was the deal he had struck. Doris would stay quiet about Rowan's where-a-bouts for 72 hours. 3 days. That's all he'd get. If she still wanted to go back to Steve by the end of those three days he'd hand her over. No arguments. No trade. Just hand her on back.

If she didn't appear, Doris would tell Steve where Rowan was.

Wo Fat just had to make sure that he got Rowan to want to stay. But he wasn't sure how to do that. He couldn't give her too much freedom as it would lead to her trying to escape. But he couldn't just keep her here in her room either.

So the following morning he made her pancakes and then showed her all the things he wanted to do with her.

Aquariums. Drive ins. Museums. Events. Hikes. Tours. She just had to pick what she wanted to do and he'd do it with her. He'd start with Hawaii and then if things got better he'd show her other places, hell he'd take her on a round the world trip if that was what she wanted. If that was what he had to do to make her stay with him.

Rowan had looked over all her options carefully before pointing out what she wanted to do. She wanted to go to the museum and then for a nice lunch before ending the night at the roller derby. Diamond Dolls vs. the South Shore Sirens. He had been surprised but if that was what she wanted to do then that was what they were going to do.

The museum was everything he thought it would be. Rowan wanted to go on the tours. She took pictures with artifacts with funny poses and then made him do the same. He had never taken pictures of anything that couldn't be used as blackmail before so it felt odd doing it, but he did it for her. The posing for pictures thing was another uncomfortable moment. He even put up with selfies. Because for those brief few moments he felt like a regular person having regular fun with their sibling or friend.

Lunch was his treat at a restaurant she loved. Rainbow's. She frequented it with Steve, but luckily, he wasn't there that day. Otherwise there would have been problems. Also, they didn't frequent it enough together for the servers to recognize her and call Steve. Another added bonus.

When their burgers were eaten and Rowan had stolen most of his fries the two headed to their final destination of the day. The Pacific Roller Derby Championship.

The gym it was held in had bleachers, he and Rowan had snuck in alcoholic snow-cones, and he had bought her popcorn and gummy bears from the concession stand. They had been enjoying themselves. Or at least he thought they were. Rowan was quiet but she was smiling. She was distant but he figured that was just the shock of being abandoned by the person who was supposed to rescue her.

So, imagine his surprise when he saw Steve walk in. He didn't know how she did it. He didn't know how she knew. But then, she had done that thing when she saw the ad for the Roller Derby. Her eyes had gone blank, and for a few moments she didn't respond. But she had brushed it off and he assumed that she was having another absent seizure. But there was Steve walking in with Danny, gun half concealed but still in his hand.

He wasn't here for her, Wo Fat realized, he was heading to a back door instead. Steve was here for something else. Wo Fat grabbed Rowan's arm before she could bolt.

"We need to leave now," he hissed to her as he made her stand and dragged her away.

Both Danny and Steve were so distracted that they hadn't noticed them and he needed to get her out of that building before they did. She was oddly complacent. She let him get her down the bleachers and to the floor they had just gotten out the door when she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"No," she said to him. "I like you. I like spending time with you. I do. But I want to go home."

He opened his mouth to tell her that wasn't a possibility but she surprised him by twisting her arm out of his grip like he had taught her to do and then punching him in the throat. As he coughed and wheezed he watched Rowan falter. She seemed almost upset, worried for him. He heard her whisper of sorry and he almost believed her.

And then she ran right back into the gym.

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Rowan spotted Danny and raced towards him calling his name. He turned when he heard her and the surprise lit up his features.

God, she missed him. She had missed all of them. She launched herself at Danny, hugging him tightly, laughing giddily, tears coming to her eyes when he hugged her back. Fuck if this was how she was going to react when she reunited with Danny how bad would it be when she found Steve?

"Fucking hell," Danny swore into her hair. "Rowan. My god, Rowan!"

Rowan pulled away and glanced over her shoulder. The door hadn't opened yet, had it? Had he turned tail and gone home? Maybe she should have told him that she wouldn't tell Steve where the main base was. That she'd make up some clever lie and take the secret to her grave.

"We need to get me out of here," she said. "Where's Steve?"

"He's gone to find Catherine," he told her. Rowan nodded, yes, she knew that. Knew about the case and that Steve was going to save Catherine even though she didn't need him to.

"They're in the back, but we need to go now," she told him trying to push him towards the door.

"How did you get away?" Danny asked.

She opened her mouth to tell him that she hadn't quite gotten away yet, that Wo Fat might still be around. But she didn't get to tell him. Someone erupted from the shadows and conked poor Danny over the head. He went down as Rowan screamed his name. She tried to catch him as he fell, she tried to help him but Wo Fat had already gotten a hold of her and slung her over his shoulder.

She pounded her fists against his back but they did nothing to deter him. So, Rowan did the only thing she could think to do. She screamed the name of the one person who never failed to save her before. As loudly as she possibly could.