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Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 01

By: virgofemme



Hey everyone. For those who are not familiar with this story, this is the follow up to Lost Girl. So if you haven't read it yet, I strong suggest that you do, as you won't have really understand the characters without reading the beginning of the series first.

To those are joining me once again, I hope you will enjoy the first chapter. As far as the title goes, I know It's not all that creative, but I couldn't think of anything else, so it's basically just a working title.

Anyways, thanks for supporting this series and I hope you enjoy! 

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It was just after nine a.m. when the freshly graduated teens set out onto Highway 2, traveling in a vintage VW bus with a faded red paint job. Unrestored and lightly rusted along the windshield, the old hippie van steadily chugged along, its chrome bumper glittering in the rays of the sun. Known as "The Highline," the interstate they traveled along passed through three Indian reservations, and edged the border of Glacier National Park. 

With camping equipment on the roof and a heap of travel bags in the luggage compartment, the four teenagers were well prepared. Beyond enthusiastic, they excitedly chatted as they drove along, discussing possible campsites where they could rest along the way. Stretching far beyond Indian Country, the two-lane blacktop seemed to go on forever, extending westward towards Seattle, which would be their final destination. 

Behind the wheel, and dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a dark grey T-shirt was Ethan, who cruised down the road at a steady 40 miles per hour. Wearing a hemp necklace with a glass mushroom pendant, he exuded a carefree spirit that matched Kimi's, who sat beside him in the passenger seat. Having positioned her body so that she was turned around in her seat, Kimi chatted nonstop with Tristan and Claudia, who sat side-by-side in the second row of bench seats.

In no particular hurry, Ethan continued to drive up Highway 2, going through Whitefish and Kalispell before arriving in a small logging town called Libby. Now three hours away from Browning, the four teenagers had reached a point where they needed to stretch their legs, and after spotting a gas station with an attached convenience store, Ethan guided the Volkswagen bus towards it.

As soon as it came to a stop, they all climbed out of the van, then made their way into the convenience shop where they casually browsed the shelves. While Kimi and Ethan made a beeline for the candy aisle, Tristan and Claudia headed for the slurpee machines, where they each procured a 12 ounce cup. 

Having always been a fan of cherry, Claudia filled her cup with the sugary liquid, but Tristan opted for an Arctic Burst Slurpee that was shockingly blue in color. After filling their cups, they met up with Ethan and Kimi, who had several bags of candy, as well as a large bag of flamin' hot cheetos. 

Wanting a snack of their own, Claudia and Tristan grabbed a couple of Slim Jims and a bag of Funyuns, but before they could reach the counter to pay for their stuff, they were intercepted by Ethan, who rested his gaze on the bag of chips.

"Funyuns?" The face he pulled conveyed mild disgust. "How can you guys eat those things? They smell like cheesy feet."

"No way, babe," Kimi said while coming up behind her boyfriend. "They smell like sweaty armpits more than anything else."

"Thanks," Claudia sarcastically replied. "You two just totally ruined our appetites."

"Not mines," Tristan said. "I didn't have any breakfast, so I'd pretty much eat anything right now."

"Ditto," Claudia added. "In fact, I'm thinking about getting one of those breakfast burritos."

"They have breakfast burritos?" Following Claudia's line of sight, Kimi saw that there was a hot food display where said item was located. "Oh yum, I love breakfast burritos."

"I guess I'll get one too," Ethan said while following behind her, and with Claudia and Tristan trailing behind, they all headed for the hot food area.

A few minutes later, they all had a breakfast burrito in hand, and after paying for their snack food, they headed back out to the Volkswagen bus. They had barely exited the doors when a lifted Silverado swerved in their direction, and as a window rolled down, the face of a bald white man stared out at them. 

"Go back to the rez, you dirty Indians!" He yelled before hawking a giant loogie, and on projecting it in their direction, it landed squarely on Tristan's right cheek. 

"You fucking hick," Ethan bellowed, and with clenched fists, made a rush for the man's car. Kimi, however, grabbed hold of his arm before he could reach it.

"Babe, don't. He's not worth it."

"But he spit on Tristan's face!" Ethan shouted, and with nostrils flaring, bared his teeth at the man.

"He's a fucking loser," Kimi said while still restraining him. "Just let it go. He's not worth the trouble."

Flipping his middle finger in response, the man in the Silverado gave her an evil grin, then shifted his attention to Claudia, who watched on in complete disgust. 

"What are you staring at, nigger?" His heavily pierced face contorted in rage. "You belong in a zoo, with the rest of the chimps."

Curling her lip in response, Claudia attempted to come back with a stinging insult, but by that time he was already pressing on the accelerator, and with a screech of his tires, peeled out of the gas station and into the street.

"That filthy fucking prick," Ethan said while staring at the retreating pickup, and on turning his gaze in the direction of Tristan, offered a look of sympathy. "Hey man, I'm really sorry that asshole spit on you. If it wasn't for Kimi holding me back, I would have punched his ass out."

"He'll get what's coming to him," Tristan mumbled, and after accepting a napkin from Claudia, wiped the glob of spit from his cheek.

"You okay?" Claudia asked in a soothing tone, but she could tell from the look on his face that he was anything but.

"No." Focusing straight ahead, Tristan was staring at the racist man's Silverado, which was now idling at the intersection. A fierce intensity had come into his gaze, and within a matter of seconds, something in his expression changed. 

As if a switch had been flipped inside of them, Tristan's eyes suddenly darkened, but it was the way he was standing there completely motionless that caused Claudia's stomach to quiver. Seemingly lost in a trance like state, Tristan glared at the Silverado, but it took Claudia several moments to figure out just exactly what was happening.

Rather than simply stare, Tristan was funneling his energy towards the man's pickup, and on following his gaze to the intersection, Claudia noticed the stop light turn green. First in a long line of cars, the Silverado gunned forward, pulling into the intersection with an obnoxious roar. 

It was halfway across the street when it began to accelerate at breakneck speed, and with a swerve so sharp and sudden that two of its tires momentarily lifted, the Silverado careened towards the sidewalk, heading straight for a concrete pole. 

The front of the Silverado made impact with a resounding boom, slamming into the pole with such force that the hood of the truck folded like an accordion. With such a brutal impact, the glass of the windshield violently imploded, discharging its slivers into the cab of the truck, but it was the sound of metal crunching against concrete that made Claudia's stomach turn and her muscles go tense. 

Even from where she stood, she could see that the body of the truck was twisted, and as smoke began to rise from the now exposed engine, the smell of burning rubber drifted into her nostrils.

Alerted by the horrifying noise, several patrons rushed out of the convenience store, and on spotting the wreck across the street, a man in a Mariner's baseball cap commented on the situation.

"Oh shit!" He loudly proclaimed. "That truck just totally ate a pole."

"Does anyone know what happened?" Asked a woman in a business suit. "Did he swerve to avoid someone, or just lost control of his car?"

"Seems to me he lost control," Ethan answered. "It was kinda weird though, because he swerved straight for the light pole. Almost seemed like he was on a suicide mission or something."

"Maybe he was suicidial," said a portly man who was holding a cup of coffee, and with a nonchalance that was almost comical, he took a sip of his beverage.

Shocked into stillness, the onlookers just stood there staring at the smashed up vehicle, but as the driver's door slowly opened, the intensity of their gazes heightened. Gradually, and with a slowness that indicated trauma, the driver of the car got out. Unsteady and shaken, the bald white man had turned completely pale. Blood trickled down his forehead and along the bridge of his nose, spotting the white T-shirt that he wore over his meaty torso. 

Gone was the look of hatred he'd been wearing only minutes before, and with a few unstable steps, he wobbled away from his mangled car. It didn't take long before a bystander came to assist him, and after escorting the bald man to a nearby bus bench, she pulled out her phone and placed a call for help. 

Up until that moment, the four teenagers had been standing there just gaping at the scene of the wreck. But as a cop car pulled up and began to question the man who had been in an accident, they all averted their gazes and began to talk amongst one another.

"Damn, can you believe that?" Ethan asked with an unhinged jaw. "It's that not fucking karma, then I don't know what is."

"No doubt," Kimi said. "The fucker deserved it." She then grabbed Ethan's hand before guiding him to the car. 

From somewhere in the distance came the sound of ambulance sirens blaring, but Claudia's attention was no longer on the wreck, because her gaze had drifted to Tristan, who now stood noticeably taller.

"Wow, pretty crazy, huh?" The look she gave him was curious, if not a tad bit wary. "How he got into an accident right after he harassed us."

"I guess," Tristan said, but as he glanced into her eyes, she got the feeling he was anything but shocked.

"Kinda weird how that truck just swerved right for the light pole. It was almost as if the guy couldn't control his car, like he was intentionally set on a path of collision."

Fully understanding what Claudia was hinting at, Tristan urged her to come out and be straightforward. 

"If you want to know if I did it, just ask me," Tristan said. "You don't have to skate around the question."

"Alright," she slowly said, and with both hesitancy and eagerness, she posed the burning question. "Were you responsible for that crash?" 

"Yes I was," Tristan responded, and with a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes, he slipped his hands into his pockets.

"Okay." Not quite certain of how to respond, Claudia shifted uneasily on her feet.

"I wasn't trying to kill him," Tristan stated. "I just wanted to shake him up a little. Make him shit his pants, or at least maybe piss them."

Still feeling a bit uneasy, Claudia gave him a wide-eyed look. But as she thought about the words he'd just spoken, a faint smirk tilted the corners of her lips. 

"Well I think It's safe to say you accomplished that."

Following her line of vision, Tristan saw that the bald white man was now speaking with a paramedic. Even from across the street, they could tell he was shaken up. But as his gaze suddenly drifted to Claudia and Tristan who watched from afar, his eyes went cold and a stiffness came into his posture.

"Let's get out of here," Tristan said, and with a hand extended towards Claudia, invited her to accompany him.

Resting her palm against his, Claudia followed him to the VW bus, and after seating themselves in the rear of the vehicle, the vintage camper puttered to life. A few moments later the bus rattled off, carrying the four teenagers towards their next destination.

* * * *

Four hours later, and after exiting the highway which was currently taking them through Idaho, the Volkswagon bus made its way along a narrow, winding road. On reaching a woodsy clearing, Ethan pulled into a makeshift parking lot, and after engaging the handbrake, he and Kimi unbuckled their seatbelts.

"Where are we?" Claudia asked.

"Skinny Dipper Hot Springs," Ethan said. "You guys up for taking a dip?"

"By a dip, do you mean with or without clothes?" Tristan nervously asked. "Because I'm not so sure I'd be alright getting naked in front of you guys."

"Not even Claudia?" A wide smile stretched across Kimi's face. "Because I'm pretty sure you wouldn't mind showing her a little somethin' somethin', if you know what I mean."

Grinning at her remark, Ethan playfully poked her in the side, then got out of the car and headed for the luggage compartment, where their bags were kept. Way too embarrassed to form a response, Tristan shifted his gaze, then opened the sliding door before stepping out of the van. A few seconds later there came the sound of him corresponding with Ethan, who was searching through their bags in the trunk for swim gear. 

"He is *so* cute," Kimi whispered. "Did you see how red he was?"

"Can you blame him?" Claudia asked. "This Isn't the first time you've made a sexual comment regarding the two of us."

"And?" The expression on her face seemed to say, 'so what?' I mean, what exactly are you two waiting for? He wants you, and you want him, so what's the holdup?"

"The time has to be right," Claudia said in a lowered voice. "When I have sex with Tristan, I want to be totally there. Not just physically, but emotionally as well."

"You're *still* not over Lucas?" One of her brows lifted in judgment. "My God girl, how long is it going to take?"

"It's not that I'm not over him," Claudia replied. "It's just a few residual feelings, you know? And I don't want it to sabotage what me and Tristan are building." 

"It's been nearly two months since you broke it off with Lucas," Kimi rebutted. "He's probably banged half a dozen chicks by now."

"So?"

"So you need to move on and get with Tristan."

"What's the rush? We're already sort of together, just not in a physical way. And besides, It's a good thing that we're taking our time." 

"You sure?" Kimi asked. "Because I've always gotten the feeling he'd be a little freaky in bed."

"Sounds like you've got a thing for him yourself." Claudia's muscles tensed with jealousy. "Which I find super interesting, considering you would never give him the time of day."

"Retract the claws, babe. I'm a happily taken woman, okay? Just something I've come to realize about those shy, quiet types."

"So if you knew he'd be freaky in bed, why didn't you ever go for it?" She asked.

"Oh, he's always felt like a brother to me," she said. "And besides, he's way too sweet to just use for sex and then throw away. Which is pretty much what I did to every guy that I dated in high school."

"I understand," Claudia said. "And you're right, it would have totally broken his heart if you'd done that to him."

"Thank God I'm past all that now, though," Kimi said, and her gaze drifted to Ethan, who was visible through the rear window in the back of the bus. "Took me awhile to find my honey bear, but it was totally worth kissing all of those frogs."

"Aww..." Claudia offered a soft smile. "You are so in love with him."

"I am." She gently nodded. "Sometimes It's hard to believe he's actually mine, because he's so damn good and sweet to me." 

"You deserve it," Claudia told her.

"Yeah..." The corners of her lips tilted upward. "We both do, Claude. We both do." She reached out her hand to take Claudia's in hers, and on rising to her feet, encouraged Claudia to follow along. 

After stepping out of the van, they headed around to the rear of the vehicle, where Tristan and Ethan were each holding a pair of swim trunks. Both Claudia and Kimi began digging through their travel bags, and after retrieving their respective bikinis, headed back inside of the bus.

While Kimi changed into a two-piece swimsuit that was covered in skull print, Claudia donned a tie dye bikini. While tying the strings that would sit at her hips, Claudia took a moment to check out Kimi's breasts, which were round and fully developed, in comparison with the modest bumps on Claudia's own chest. 

"Did you breasts get bigger or something?" Claudia asked while admiring her friend's cleavage. "Because I swear they were like half that size the last time I saw you without a shirt."

"Yeah, they totally grew these least few months," Kimi replied, but on noting Claudia's wishful expression, she offered some mollifying words. "Your boobs are cute, Claude. And really perky. So don't even be envious."

"That totally sounds like something a girl with nice breasts would say," Claudia responded. "Next you'll be telling me I'm lucky because they're so heavy to carry around, and it totally annoys you to get perved on by guys."

"Well actually, they're not quite as heavy as they look, and I've always loved attention, so that doesn't bother me, either."

"Well what did you eat during those two months when they grew? Because I hear that butter and cheese is especially good for gaining breast tissue."

"Didn't eat anything special," Kimi said. "But I did start taking birth control."

"I'm on birth control too, but my boobs are still small."

"You're on birth control?" Kimi's brows lifted in surprise.

"Yeah, my mom forced me to go on it."

"Why? You're still a virgin."

A light shrug preceded Claudia's words. "I don't know, guess she thinks I'll slip up and make her a young grandma." 

"You taking the pill, or do you have the shot?"

"Pill," Claudia responded. 

"What brand?"

"Ortho Tri Cyclen Lo."

"Increase your dosage, and you'll probably see results."

"Really?" Claudia's eyes lit up with hope.

"Well I can't say for sure or anything, but It's worth a try, right?"

"Definitely," Claudia said. 

"Anyways, I wouldn't worry about the whole boob thing if I were you. I mean Tristan is totally into you already, so I hardly think he cares how large your tits are."

Glancing out of the window, Claudia saw that Tristan was now wearing a pair of swimming trunks and a black tank top that covered his lean, masculine chest. Although slimly built, he had a pair of shoulders that were nice and broad, and even with his tank top obscuring the torso beneath, Claudia could tell that his abdomen was firm and toned. Allowing her gaze to dip lower, she noticed the faint outline of his penis beneath his swim shorts, and without even realizing it, her skin began to flush. 

"Like what you see?"

Pulled out of her thoughts by Kimi's voice, Claudia turned her head, and with a sheepish sort of smile, confirmed that she did.

"Seems like he's got a pretty nice body," she remarked. "But why does he have a shirt on?"

Claudia's first reaction was to give a shrug of her shoulders, but on suddenly remembering why Tristan was obscuring his torso, Claudia decided to change the subject. 

"Don't know, but I'm ready to go swimming, so let's join the guys and head out to the hot springs."

Still gazing with focus at Tristan, Kimi followed her out of the van, and after sliding the door shut with a click, she made a beeline straight for Tristan.

"What's with the shirt, Tristan?" She asked. "Take it off and show us that chest."

"I'd rather not," Tristan said. "And besides, I like swimming with a shirt on."

"*Right.* A faint chuckle slipped from her lips. "Nobody swims with a shirt *on,* dork. So strip it off and let's get going."

"He doesn't want to," Claudia chimed in. "Can't you see It's making him uncomfortable?"

"But why?" Kimi questioned. I'm not asking for him to go completely naked."

"I just don't want to, alright?" Tristan's features began to tighten. "I hate the way my chest looks, and I don't want you or Ethan to see it, so lay off me already."


Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 01



Clearly discouraged by the irritation in his voice, Kimi did exactly that. But the curiosity in her eyes remained as she slowly backed away. 

"Sorry," she briskly said. "I just thought you might be more comfortable with it off. But hey, It's your decision." 

With a turn away from Tristan, Kimi headed towards Ethan, who stood with an awkward stance that was similar to Claudia's. 

"Ready to go, babe?" Kimi asked her boyfriend, and as he nodded his head, she grabbed his hand, giving it a tug to urge him forward.

A quick glance Tristan's way was all that Ethan had time to give, but it was long enough for Claudia to see the curiosity that was there. With Ethan and Kimi leading the way, Tristan and Claudia followed them, but they purposely walked several paces behind so that their words would remain hushed.

"It's your scars, Isn't it?" Claudia asked as they headed down the narrow trail. "That's why you won't take off your shirt."

Tristan nodded. 

"Well I understand you feeling self-conscious and everything, but Kimi and Ethan aren't going to judge you. If anything, they'll probably just sympathize and feel bad that you used to self-harm."

"Which would be even worse than judgment," Tristan said. "I don't want people feeling sorry for me, especially not for something as stupid as cutting."

"It wouldn't be pity, it would be concern."

"How do you know?" Tristan asked. 

"Well, I guess I don't exactly. But Ethan and Kimi are your friends, so I really don't see why you're worried about it."

"I'm not worried, alright?" Tristan replied. "But the scars makes me feel ashamed and exposed, so I'm not taking off my shirt."

"Fair enough," Claudia said, and to convey that she fully understood his decision, she linked her fingers through his. 

Having reached the pool of geothermally heated water, the four teens dipped their bodies into it. Almost instantly, their muscles began to loosen, slackening the tension in their bodies that had built after seven hours of driving.

Surrounded by natural rock walls, the hot spring was situated beneath a waterfall that cascaded over a cliff. Sighing faintly, Claudia continued to sink down until the water reached her chest, then lazily swam around Tristan before giving him a playful nudge.

"You going to swim with me, or just stay still like a bump on a log?"

The smile she gave him indicated her lightheartedness, and with her gaze set on him in an openly seductive way, she began swimming backwards with fluidity and grace. As if pulled along by a string, Tristan began swimming after her, steadily increasing his speed to match the briskness of hers. Before very long they were in a bona fide race, and as Tristan and Claudia became neck and neck, Ethan and Kimi began to shout their support. 

Claudia couldn't tell who was shouting for who, but as Tristan reached the edge of the hot spring first, she finally slowed down, then allowed herself to float before catching her breath. 

"You okay?" Tristan grinned while watching her take in deep breaths. "If I'd known you were a weak swimmer, I would have taken it easier on you."

"*Weak*?" The look she gave him was playful but intense. "I've been swimming since the age of four, so I hardly think that weak would describe my swim style."

"You weren't kicking hard enough," he proclaimed. "So that's why you were struggling to keep up with me."

"Yeah, yeah," Claudia good naturedly said, and she climbed up onto a rock ledge that encircled the naturally hot body of water. 

As Tristan joined her side, she offered him a small smile, then lifted her hands to smooth back her hair, which hung around her shoulders in wet curls. 

Subtly, but just obvious enough for Claudia to notice, Tristan lowered his gaze to her mouth, then dryly swallowed before faintly clearing his throat.

"I like your swimsuit, by the way," he said while dipping his eyes to the tie dyed swim top. "It looks really nice on you."

"Thanks." Her eyes glossed over, lips unconsciously parting just a bit. "So just out of curiosity, have you ever done anything like what happened at the gas station? Or was that a first time occurrence for you?"

"As far as manipulating a moving vehicle, yes it was the first time. But I've been practicing on smaller objects for nearly six months now.

"So you've never made a car crash before," Claudia said. "Or done anything else that involves controlling people...."

"I didn't control *him*," Tristan said. "I funneled my energy towards his truck, then used my mind to take over his vehicle."

"So instead of him driving, you were in control."

Tristan nodded in response to the question, and with a steady look that made her just the slightest bit uneasy, he stared straight into her eyes.

"You said you've been practicing on smaller objects," Claudia started. "What kind of objects do you mean, exactly?"

"Remember when we were in my car on prom night and you wanted to get out, but I wouldn't release the door locks?"

"Yes." 

"Well, that's one of the things I'm most skilled at."

"Manipulating locks?"

He offered a nod.

"And what else?"

"Silverware, windows, dishes, smaller everyday objects for the most part."

"But just earlier today you manipulated a huge pickup truck..."

"Like I said, I've been practicing. And I was also very angry at the time, so that probably helped throw my energy more intensely than I usually would be able to propel it."

Now outright staring at him, Claudia didn't know whether to be fascinated or wary of his admission. 

You look scared," Tristan stated. "Like you want to get away from me as quick as you can."

"I'm not scared," Claudia stated, but even as she said it, a mild tenseness had come into her stomach. "I just can't get over how you actually did that."

Uncertain of how to response, Tristan only looked back at her.

"Is there anything else you can do? Like anything major I should know about?"

"There are a few other abilities I haven't told you about," he admitted. "But those are small things that will reveal themselves along the way."

"Along the way of what?" She asked.

"You and me." Now intensely gazing at her, Tristan took her smaller hand in his. "Our paths have already converged, but the question is, are you truly ready to walk with me?" 

Although it was a seemingly simple question, Claudia knew that Tristan was asking her to dig deep; to go within herself and be completely honest with him. So naturally an immediate response was impossible to give, considering that they had a connection on a higher level than most others their age.

Focusing her eyes on his, she saw that he was patiently watching her. Close enough to feel the tiny hairs on his arm, Claudia felt her posture relax, and her palms began to moisten as the scent of *him* filtered into her nostrils.

It would be a bold faced lie if she denied feeling a bit of hesitancy, not out of a lack of desire, but the uncertainty of just what he was fully capable of. But even stronger was the sensation of him calling out to her, nonverbally urging her to trust and completely accept him just as he was. 

Still steadily looking at her, he continued to patiently wait, but as she adjusted herself so that her body was turned towards his, a glow came into his eyes that was undoubtedly one of hope.

"Yes, I am ready," she declared while looking up at him, and her hand reached out to his face, palm resting against the defined angle his jaw. 

"That's great," he softly whispered while resting his forehead against hers, then ever so gently wrapped an arm around her waist, cradling her with such tenderness that her body became boneless.

Feeling utterly adored, Claudia lowered her gaze to his lips, and that was all Tristan needed as enticement to move in closer. Powerless against his warm, silky tongue, she allowed him to take the lead. At first his kisses were slow and determined, as if wanting to prove how skilled he was his tongue. But as her gasps became more heated, one of his hands lifted to the swells of her breasts. 

Slowly and with a provactiveness that made her weak with desire, Tristan allowed his thumb to slide over the hardness of a nipple. It didn't take long before it was straining against her bikini top, and having teased it to a rigid stiffness, he began to touch her other peak. Aching for the same attention, it promptly became erect, and wanting to do some touching of her own, Claudia slipped her hand beneath the hem of his T-shirt.

She only got as far as his belly button before he suddenly grabbed her hand, and with a quickness that conveyed how uncomfortable he felt, Tristan removed her hand from beneath his shirt.

"What's wrong?" Claudia asked with brows that drew together.

"I don't want you touching me there." His voice came out harsh, but the shame on his face conveyed insecurity.

"The scars don't matter to me, Tristan. I told you that months ago, when I first saw them." "I still don't want you touching them," he said. "They're ugly and make me feel like a freak."

"But I want to touch you," she said, and with a gentleness, tugged at the hem of his shirt. "If you want us to fully connect, then you've got to trust that I accept you completely."

Clearly still hesitant, Tristan gave her a long look. But after several long moments of being steadily stared at, his tenseness began to fade. Tentatively, he reached down to grab the hem of his shirt, but just before he could pull it up, he suddenly halted. 

"I think maybe we should this in private," he said. "I don't want Kimi and Ethan seeing my chest."

At the mention of their friends, Claudia's gaze shifted to seek them out, and on spotting two figures beneath the cascading waterfall, she noticed they were busily engaged in a passionate make out session.

"Seems to me they're pretty busy with each other, so I wouldn't worry about them paying you any attention."

Turning his head to look at them, Tristan saw that Claudia was right, and with his gaze turned back on Claudia, he offered a response. 

"Okay, I'll take it off," he said, and with one fluid movement, removed his shirt and set it aside.

Now fully uncovered, Tristan's chest was exposed for her eyes, and with one hand placed against the hardness of his chest, she began gliding her fingers along the scars that marred his skin. Consisting of thin, pink lines that criss-crossed over each other, the markings stretched from both his nipples down to the v-shaped outline of his hipbone. 

While some of the markings had faded with time, quite a few were raised and pink-red in color, which made Claudia touch the blemishes with a tender gentleness. But the way that Tristan had stiffened beneath her touch sent the message that he was feeling uneasy.

"Relax," Claudia said while looking up into his eyes. "I just want to touch you for a bit," and with fingers that continued to wander over his chest, she traced the patterns the scars created as they intersected with one another.

Clearly still self-conscious, Tristan shifted in his seat, but as Claudia mapped a trail to the dip of his belly button, his abdominal muscles twitched. Realizing it was one of his sweet spots, she languidly circled a finger around the edge of his belly button, then allowed her digit to drift along the faint line of hair directly below it. Now intently eyeing the path of her finger, Tristan watched as her digit moved lower still, but as the hem of his shorts cut off her exploratory route, Tristan eased out a faint sigh.

More than certain that he wanted her to continue, Claudia toyed with the hem of his shorts, sliding her fingers just underneath and along the top of the elastic waistband. Although temptingly close to his nether regions, her fingers were several inches away from *that spot.* But the proximity of her delicate hands was more than enough to incite a reaction.

Now sporting a sizeable erection, Tristan had begun to breathe a little deeper and his body tensed with desire. Seemingly captivated by her fingers, Tristan watched as she slipped then further beneath the top of his shorts.

Hot and hard, the rigid flesh seemed to beckon Claudia's fingers, emitting a level of heat that quickly encased her entire hand. It wasn't until her palm enclosed his excitement, however, that she realized the heat was actually penetrating her skin, trailing up her wrist and along her arm before spreading throughout her entire chest.

Shocked at the level of energy he was exuding, Claudia stared up at him with widened eyes, and with a gaze that studied her very deeply, Tristan lifted a hand to a cheek and pulled her face in closer. Now eye to eye, their noses lightly brushed together, breaths ghosting each other's lips as shallow gasps were pushed from their throats. 

Still palming his hardness, Claudia moved her hand up and down a few times, then ran the pad of her thumb across the tip, which was wet and slippery with pre-come. Lidded with lust, his eyes were filled with a hunger that made Claudia's skin flush hot. Fully swollen and aching for manipulation, Tristan's cock was pushing against the fabric of his trousers, and eager to free it from imprisonment, Claudia allowed the tip of it to peek out from above his waistband.

Never having laid eyes on it before, Claudia took a few moments to simply study it, noting how the head of his penis was wide and smoothly curved. Clear and silky, his pre-ejaculate seeped invitingly from the slit, and desiring a taste, she swirling her thumb along the head.

Maintaining eye contact, Claudia lifted her finger to her mouth, then sensuously licked the pad of her thumb while staring straight into Tristan's eyes. Without a moment of hesitation, Tristan leaned in to kiss her, and as his tongue began to slide along the tip of her own, she realized that he was tasting himself. 

Turned on by his slight kinkiness, Claudia kissed him even deeper, and soon their kiss became so wet and passionate, that it was clear they both wanted a lot more than just kissing. Overwhelmed by the heat of his mouth, Claudia raggedly moaned, and with both palms lifting to his wide, manly shoulders, she began to caress them. By the time they pulled away for air, both were raggedly breathing, but neither made an attempt to release one another from the confines of their arms.

"Sweetness," he breathed while still trying to catch his breath. "That's a good name for you, don't you think?"

"What? You mean like a pet name?"

He nodded.

"Yeah, It's cute. I like it a lot, actually."

Tristan's lips curled into a soft smile, and he took her hand in his so that their fingers interlocked. 

"So how do you really feel about my TK abilities?" He asked while giving her an inquiring look. "Does it make you feel uneasy at all, or are you totally cool with it?"

"TK abilities?"

"Telekinetic," he responded. "Or as I sometimes like to call it, object manipulation."

"Well, truthfully speaking, I was a little freaked out at first. But after having some time to think it over, I realized there's no reason for me to be scared."

"That's good," Tristan said while stroking her hand with his thumb. "Because you know I would never hurt you, right?"

"Of course," she said softly. 

"And I would never do anything evil just because I could. I mean the guy in that truck at the gas station was pretty shaken up after the crash, but I never intended to try and kill him."

"I know you didn't," Claudia responded. "But I do understand why you did it. He was a complete prick, and totally had it coming. I mean, he *spit* on you, Tristan."

As if recalling how disgusting it had felt, Tristan's eyes went cold, and a tightness came into his expression. "If you want to know the truth, it did cross my mind."

"What?"

"Doing serious bodily harm to him." Something dark flashed through his eyes and for a moment he seemed to be recalling just what that particular thing was. "It wasn't just the fact that he spit on me, he *insulted* you, Claudia."

"Well hey, you totaled his truck," she said. "So you got your revenge, that's for certain."

"Yeah." The inflection in his voice indicated triumph, and his expression smoothed out to one of satisfaction. "So you liked what I did, then."

"Well yeah, I certainly didn't hate it." A smile broke out across her lips as she recalled the demolished truck. "I mean you wrecked his car, Tristan. With your *mind*."

The amazement in Claudia's eyes caused Tristan's lips to tug upward, and his face lit up at her reaction.

"I always just figured it was something that only existed in the movies, but knowing you have the ability and seeing it right in front of my eyes..."

"Did it excite you?" He interjected, and staring straight into her eyes, awaited the response.

"Excite?" Claudia asked.

"Yes." The way he was now looking at her was quite imploring, if not a little seductive.

"I don't know," Claudia responded. "What exactly do you mean by excite?"

"In a sexual way," Tristan said. "Knowing I can do what I do, and cause such destruction with only my mind."

The way her skin flushed hot provided the answer she failed to speak, and almost immediately, Tristan picked up on the response of her body. 

"So it *does* turn you on."

"What?"

"I can feel what you feel, remember?"

This time it was Claudia's face that heated up. 

"It's okay to be turned on," he said. "There's nothing wrong with admitting it."

"I feel kinda funny about it, though. I mean Isn't it weird to be turned on by something like that?"

"Why would it be weird?" Tristan asked.

"I don't know..." And as her voice trailed off, she found that she truly didn't have a righteous answer. "I saw this movie once about people who got off on watching car crashes-"

"I know the film," Tristan interjected. "It's called Crash. David Cronenberg directed it."

"Yeah, that's it. Crash," Claudia said. "Anyways, at the time I thought it was a totally weird movie, but now I'm realizing that maybe I'm not so different than the main characters."

"But you didn't get off on watching that guy's car crash," Tristan said. "You just thought it was exciting that I was the one who caused it."

"Right," Claudia agreed.

"So then you're not a symphorophiliac," Tristan said.

"That's what It's called?"

He nodded.

"How did you know that?"

"Research."

"And what led you to researching something so strange and completely random?"

"It wasn't random for me," Tristan said. "I've always had an interest in paraphilias."

"What are paraphilias?"

"Sexual arousal to atypical objects, situations or individuals."

"Sounds like something I'm going to have to google," Claudia said. "But out of curiosity, how does someone even gain an interest in such a thing?"

"I don't know. I've just always liked reading about bizarre stuff."

"Oh."

"You think I'm really weird, don't you?" Tristan asked. 

"Yes."

Both of his brows lifted in surprise.

"But I like weird guys," Claudia said with a smile. "So as far as I'm concerned, it only increases my attraction for you."

"Wow." An incredulous look crossed Tristan's face. "I've never a girl who's so accepting and totally laid back. But then again, I never met anyone who made me feel like I could truly open up."

"Well then I guess It's good we found each other, huh?" 

"Definitely." His lips came to nestle against her ear, and with a gentleness that caused her skin to prickle, Tristan brushed his lips along the crook of her neck. 

"Mmmm, that feels nice," she said through a heated breath, but as a playful hoot and a loud whistle broke through the air, both she and Tristan quickly pulled apart. 

Floating in the hot spring a few yards away, both Kimi and Ethan were watching on with wide grins. Both seemed to be enjoying the show that Tristan and Claudia had been unknowingly giving, and with gazes that seemed eager for them to continue on, they shouted out some encouragement. 




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 01



"Why'd you guys stop?" Kimi asked in a playful tone of voice. "Keep on going, It's kind of hot watching you two make out."

"Yeah, we really get off on watching," Ethan chimed in. "So don't quit just because we're here."

Uncertain of whether or not they should take them seriously, Tristan and Claudia shared a look. Then simultaneously, they both stood and climbed down from the rocky ledge they were on. 

"Awww, come on," Kimi said while watching them sink into the water. "You guys are no fun at all."

"If you let us watch you, we'll let you watch us," Ethan joked, but as Tristan and Claudia swam up to where they were, Ethan's face turned completely serious.

"Hey Tristan, what happened to your chest?" 

Having forgotten to put his shirt back on, Tristan's scars were exposed, and completely visible through the water that was clear enough to see right through. 

"Uh...it happened a long time ago," Tristan mumbled, and in an effort to escape Ethan and Kimi's penetrating stares, he began swimming away.

Looking at Claudia for an explanation, both Ethan and Kimi waited for her to speak.

"He's really insecure about his scars," Claudia explained. "And It's not the type of thing he talks about with just anyone."

"But we're not just anyone," Kimi rebutted. "Ethan and I are both his friends."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that the way it sounded. But if you knew the reason behind Tristan getting those scars, you'd understand why he's so reluctant to open up."

Clearly unsatisfied with her statement, Ethan and Kimi continued to give her an imploring look, but all she did in return was start to swim after Tristan.

"Sorry. It's not for me to tell," she said over her shoulder, and kicked her legs to propel herself through the water.

As Claudia reached the edge of the hot springs, she climbed out and joined Tristan, who was grabbing a towel they'd set out for themselves. Large and fluffy, it looked invitingly soft, and as Tristan wrapped it around her, she tilted her lips up for a kiss.

His mouth met hers tenderly, moving with an gentleness that made her feel completely adored. But as he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, she could see there was worry behind them.

"Did you tell them?"

With a shake of her head, Claudia let him know that she didn't, and his shoulders slumped with relief.

"Thanks. I appreciate you not letting them know."

"No problem," she responded, but the look on her face was one of hope. "I know you're not ready to do it today, but I think It'd be good for you to eventually tell Ethan and Kimi. I mean, we'll all be traveling together for the next three weeks, so It'd probably be good for us to bond as tightly as we can."

"Yeah." With a slow nod, Tristan agreed. "Alright, I'll work up to it. Might take a couple of days, but I'll eventually do it."

"That's good," Claudia said while gazing up into his eyes, and taking his hand in hers, she offered it a gentle squeeze. 

As a splash of water came from behind them, Tristan and Claudia turned their heads to see Ethan and Kimi climbing out of the hot spring. A few moments later they were drying themselves off, and after joining Tristan and Claudia's side, they both offered a soft smile. 

"Sorry about just swimming off like that," Tristan said while looking at Ethan and Kimi. "I just really don't like when people look at my scars." 

"It's cool, man," Ethan replied. "If you choose to tell us one day, then great. If not, no big deal. Just know that we're here for you if you ever need to talk."

"Yeah, we're totally non judgmental," Kimi said. "And we definitely would keep it ourselves, so you wouldn't have to worry about us spreading it around the rez."

"Okay," Tristan said, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, but the awkward moment of silence didn't last long, because Ethan cleared his throat.

"So anyways, we should probably get moving," Ethan said as he led the way down a narrow trail. "There's only an hour before dusk, and we've still got four hours of driving ahead of us."

"We'll stop off for dinner first though, right?" Kimi asked.

"A drive-thru would be better," Ethan said. 

"I saw a Taco Bell just before the exit where we got off," Claudia said. "Let's go there.

"That wasn't a Taco Bell, it was a Taco *Hut*," Kimi corrected. 

"Okay, so It's a knockoff," Claudia responded. "It could still be pretty good."

"How about Jack in the Box?" Tristan asked. "They have really good tacos there, and their burgers are delicious."

"They have really good milkshakes too," Kimi said. "Nice and thick, with lots of cream."

"Thick with lots of cream?" A crooked smile graced Ethan's face. "Sounds pretty sexual to me."

"That's because you're a man," Kimi said. "While Claudia and I are thinking about food, you and Tristan are thinking about sex."

"Hey, how'd I get thrown into this?" A playful glint came into Tristan's eyes. "And how did you know I was thinking about sex?"

Kimi broke into a smile, and after sharing an amused look with Claudia, turned her gaze back on Ethan. "See? I told you he wasn't as innocent as he looked."

"Oh, I already knew that," Ethan said. "It's always the quiet ones you have to watch out for. You never see it coming with them, they're complete enigmas."

"Hmmm," Kimi thoughtfully said as they approached the lot where the Volkswagon bus was parked. "So basically you're saying that Tristan's a psychopath."

"What!" A wide grin split Ethan's face. "I said no such thing, Kimi. Take it back!"

"Only if you make me," she seductively said, and as a predatory look came into Ethan's eyes, she playful squealed and made a dash for the van. 

As Ethan chased after her, Tristan and Claudia shared a chuckle. And with fingers lovingly intertwined, followed their friends to the vintage VW bus. 



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 02



The sky was just beginning to darken when Kimi's brother left the convenience store, a can of Pepsi in one hand and a taquito in the other. Munching as he walked, he headed along the rural road that would take him take him back to the reservation. 

Void of any streetlights, there was only the murky blue light of dusk to illuminate his way, but instead of quickening his steps, he walked slowly. For some a walk like this might feel lonely, but Tyler welcomed the time alone, and couldn't be in any less of a hurry to return home. 

Home.

Home was where violence and unpredictability resided, a place where mental and physical abuse was an everyday occurrence. It was a place where dignity died and evil reigned, and even though he couldn't hear the cries of pain that his mother released, he almost always felt the vibrations of her screams.

Just thinking of "home" and all that waited for him there sent a shudder through his body, so instead of taking his customary route which led straight home, he continued along the road. Aside from the rare trip with his mother and Kimi into town, Tyler was unfamiliar with the outside world, and as such, felt slightly wary about continuing on. 

But how could he not continue, when his sister was currently on a road trip, experiencing all sorts of undoubtedly amazing things. She was probably meeting all sorts of cool people and making new friends, not to mention visiting places that he could only imagine in his head. 

She was out there changing her life, transforming herself in all kinds of ways, and if that didn't serve as inspiration for him to do the same, then nothing else probably ever would. With only a light jacket to insulate his rail thin form, and a cell phone that was half charged, he certainly wasn't prepared to set out on his own, but something within him was urging to do just that.

Only three days past his sixteenth birthday, Tyler was ill-prepared and uncertain about life, but if anything remained constant, it was the domestic assault his mother endured on a daily basis. 

Powerless against the meaty build that his father possessed, Tyler was unable to properly defend his mother, and as such, felt like a failure as a son. Of course he knew it wasn't his fault, and that his father was completely out of control, but that didn't stop the dejection he felt, nor did it repair his self dignity. 

Now more than a mile past the rez, Tyler continued to walk, and as thoughts of home began to dissipate, he ruminated over high school. Known simply as "the deaf kid" among his peers, Tyler had grown accustomed to Kimi watching over him. But now that she was preparing to move off to college, he would no longer be able to depend on her protection. 

Although he had never been physically assaulted, a few of his classmates seemed to enjoy calling him names, and had even gone so far as to steal his clothes after gym class. Despite the bullies, however, high school wasn't entirely unpleasant, and he did have a couple of friends who made his existence a lot more bearable. 

Having finished the taquito, Tyler washed it down with the rest of his Pepsi, then discarded it in the small plastic bag he was carrying along. With dusk nearly over, the last vestiges of light were retreating, and Tyler was having second thoughts about continuing down the road. 

Looking back on it now, he was unprepared to run away, and without a clue as to where he should even go. Not to mention he only had a few dollars in his pocket, and no map or change of clothing to keep himself decent while on the road. But most importantly, he wasn't truly prepared to leave his mother behind, and couldn't, in good conscience, leave her all alone to deal with his abusive father. 

Coming to a halt, Tyler gazed up at the now dark sky. He blinked a few times, then closed his eyes and said a prayer for courage. Upon opening them again, he focused on the stars which were beginning to twinkle. 

But as he suddenly got the feeling that he wasn't alone, he quickly pivoted on his feet, and that was when he saw the classic Lincoln Town Car slowly pulling up behind him. 

With its fancy chrome rims and black tinted windows, the vehicle reminded Tyler of something he'd seen in a rap video. Slowly, the passenger window slid down to reveal the interior, and as Tyler caught sight of the face that stared back at him, he realized that the occupants of the car were Native. 

"Hey little dude, you need a ride somewhere?" Sitting in the passenger seat, the young man who looked out at Tyler was wearing an oversized hoodie, and a blue bandana was tied around his forehead like a headband. 

Taking note of his gang attire, Tyler quickly shook his head, then gave a weak smile to show that he was politely declining the offer.

"You sure?" 

Tyler nodded, then turned and continued down the road, but he only took a few steps before the car started trailing alongside him. Now wondering if he should flee, Tyler began to walk a little quicker, but as the car adjusted its speed to keep up with him, he knew that evasion was impossible.

"Hey, I think you should get in," the bandana wearing passenger said as Tyler turned his head to look at him. "It's not safe to be out on the streets by yourself."

Tyler shook his head and continued on, but his gaze remained pinned on the following vehicle.

No longer just gazing but outright staring, the man in the car seemed to be growing impatient.

"Hey, I've seen you around the rez before. You that deaf and dumb kid, ain't you?

Halting in his tracks, Tyler stared at him full-on, and with a fierce expression that contorted his innocent face, he tapped his ear and gave a nod. He then followed up by pressing his palm against his head, and after forming an X shape with his index fingers, firmly shook his head no.

"The fuck does that mean?" Asked the guy in the car, but by that time Tyler had retrieved a miniature pencil and pad from his jacket, which he quickly scribbled on. 

His irritation now overriding wariness, Tyler stepped toward the car, and after passing the note through the open window, waited for the words to be read.

I am Deaf NOT dumb. My brain works perfectly fine. How about yours??

Clearly curious to find out what the note said, the driver of the car leaned over, and after reading along with his bandana clad friend, glanced up at Tyler, and then his buddy.

"Little man just insulted you, Twitch. Called you stupid and shit, right in front of your face."

"Naw, he's got balls," Twitch said to the driver of the car. "We need more of that, know what I mean?" Shifting his eyes back on Tyler, Twitch gave him a serious look. "You should join up with us, kid. Become a member of the Crazy Indianz."

With a shake of his head, Tyler let them know he wasn't interested, then gestured with his thumb in the direction behind him.

"You leaving already?"

Tyler nodded.

"Where you going?" He asked. "Because it looked like you were headed into town just a minute ago."

Pressing his pencil against the pad of paper, Tyler quickly scribbled a note:

Was going to run away, but don't want to leave my mom behind. Dad is abusive and I'm afraid he might kill her if I leave home.

As Twitch read this, a look of concern flashed across his face, but there was something else in his eyes. A faint glimmer, perhaps, that hinted at an opportunistic streak.

"My old man was abusive, too," Twitch said. "Hit my mom all the time, and my little brother too."

With a gaze that was pinned on Twitch's face, Tyler encouraged him to continue on.

"I beat his ass with a baseball bat one day, and ever since then, he hasn't touched my mom or my little brother. Hasn't walked very well since, either. Guess he knows how it feels now, huh?"

Uncertain of whether or not he should nod, Tyler only looked wide eyed at Twitch's face. But he couldn't deny there was something deep within him which had responded to the words that had been spoken. 

"Bet you thought of getting revenge on your dad...must have crossed your mind at least once or twice."

Tyler shrugged, then slipped his hands into his jean pockets. But the nonchalant display he put on didn't fool Twitch at all.

"You don't have to admit it, little dude. I can see in your eyes that you hate him. You probably want him dead too, huh?"

Rather than state, Twitch seemed to question, and fully aware that Twitch was hoping for a particular reply, Tyler scribbled a response, then tore the paper from the pad and passed it over to Twitch.

Yes I hate him, but I am NOT a killer.

"Naw. Of course you aren't, little dude." The corners of his lips tugged into a faint smile. "I can see you're not that type of kid, but you've got courage, no doubt. And I really respect that about you."

Tyler nodded and smiled to convey his appreciation of the compliment, but then looked down at his watch, tapping his finger against the clock face.

"It's cool if you gotta go," Twitch said. "But you really shouldn't be out on the streets by yourself. Especially not someone like you." 

Unconsciously, Tyler pulled himself taller, then puffed out his thin chest.

"Yeah, you ain't no punk. I get that, little dude. But you're ten blocks from the rez, so I thought I'd offer you a lift back."

Tyler quickly wrote his response on the pad of paper.

Thanks, but I need space to be alone. Got a lot of thinking to do tonight.

"Okay, that's cool," Twitch said after reading the note. "Be safe out here, and I'll see you the rez."

With a nod of his head, Tyler watched the town car drive off. His eyes remained pinned on the vehicle until its taillights became fainter and then disappeared into the distance, hidden in the darkness just ahead.

* * * *

For the past nine hours, Lucas had been lying to himself. But now, as he sat in his room all alone and with nothing but books to keep him company, he found that his attempts to ease his emotional pain were turning out to be a massive failure. 

Ever since Claudia's departure earlier that morning, a keen sting had been spreading through his heart, burrowing itself deep and fanning out like poison. Maddeningly unrelenting, it had only grown stronger throughout the day, and was now a piercing sort of pain.

He didn't understand why, though, because Claudia's road trip didn't matter at all to him. She probably wasn't having as much fun as he imagined, and after three weeks on the road with Tristan, she would undoubtedly grow tired of him, maybe even decide that he wasn't right for her at all.

Still lying to yourself?

Coming through loud and clear, Lucas's inner voice seemed to tease, but instead of feeling irritation, he only experienced a pang of sadness. Truth be told, he was lying to himself, and no matter how many tales he wove, reality was staring him right in the face.

Unused to feeling such strong emotions, he eased out a heavy sigh and continued to read his book, but the words failed to be absorbed by his brain, because the images in his head just wouldn't stop playing. 

Of course he'd known for some time that Claudia and Tristan would eventually hook up, but the thought of them actually engaging in the physical act made him literally sick to his stomach. 

Not wanting to imagine, yet unable to stop himself, Lucas envisioned Tristan straddling Claudia's body. In his mind's eye, he saw Claudia spreading her legs to accommodate Tristan, and on slipping that particular organ into her center, Tristan broke through her virgin barrier.

Disgusted at the idea of Claudia allowing Tristan to defile her, Lucas narrowed his eyes. His mouth contorted into an ugly sneer, and his heart pumped harder and quicker with every breath.

Had she done it already? He wondered. Had she already spread her legs like a whore for that freakboy loser who didn't even deserve her? Just what exactly did Tristan have that made Claudia prefer him anyways?

You know, came a voice from deep inside of him, and as Lucas continued to sit there on his bed, he imagined Claudia and Tristan going off to college together. 

So they'll be living in the white man's world, was the bitter thought that popped into his head. Why should I be envious of that? 

With only silence to surround him, Lucas actually took a moment to think it over, and that's when he realized that he truly was jealous. Not only of Claudia and Tristan's budding relationship, but the opportunities they would be afforded by attending university. 

Having always been tied in to the traditional life, Lucas was fiercely proud of his Native heritage, but even he was beginning to see the value in moving off to college. Sure he would be assimilating and leaving behind the familiarity of reservation life, but doors would open and his life would change in ways he probably couldn't even imagine.

Throughout his four years of high school, he'd mostly goofed off, just barely passing each level so that he could continue on to the next. But now that high school was over and the responsibilities of adulthood were beginning to loom, he realized that choices needed to be made. 

Not just trivial choices either, but life altering ones. The kind of choices that would make Claudia take notice, maybe even regret that she'd preferred Tristan over him.

While he did want Claudia to be happy and enjoy life, he wasn't too keen on her doing it with Tristan. Come to think of it, he didn't like the idea of her with anyone other than himself. Of course he knew that she was already with Tristan, but if he couldn't have her as his girlfriend, he would at least show her that he could succeed, and make something of himself outside of the reservation.

If he attended community college in the fall, he could be in university a year from now, and four years beyond that, would be graduating and preparing to start his career. But was that truly what he wanted, or was he simply spurred on by the thought of making Claudia sorry?

And how exactly would he be making her sorry anyhow? It had always been Claudia's idea for him to attend college, so It's not like he would be getting any revenge. Now that he thought about it, he realized it didn't make much sense at all, and that the only reason he should be attending school, is because he felt it a necessary decision for himself, not for a girl who had only seen him as second best. So the question was, did he truly want a career?

Career

The sound of it alone made him think of ties and button-up shirts, of stuffy corporate atmospheres where people kissed ass to get ahead. It made him think of nine to five work weeks and three piece suits that would have to be dry cleaned. But most of all, it made him think of his identity being stripped, and of his ties to the reservation being cut.

But was a loss of identity truly for certain, or was that just fear digging its hooks into him, clouding his judgment so that he couldn't think straight? Now uncertain, Lucas took a minute to think it over, but as he remembered the book that he was holding in his hand, he lowered his gaze to focus on it. 

Written by a Pawnee activist and civil rights lawyer, the publication examined ten Supreme Court cases that altered the fate of Native American people. Along with exposing the dark side of federal Indian law, the book deconstructed the racist foundations which had helped create it. 

So engrossed in the piece of literature, he'd plowed through 200 pages in just under three days, and fully expected to finish the remaining 360 by the end of the week. 

As he sat there gazing at the section he had bookmarked, Lucas came to the realization that he was tired of simply sitting at the sidelines, and that unless he took action and made an attempt to actually help, he was nothing more than a helpless bystander. 

And if there was anything the reservation was currently lacking, it was activists who were willing to go out on the front lines. He had, after all, been raised to follow the ways of the warrior, and what did a warrior do, if not protect and honor his people's way of life?

Flipping to the back of the book, Lucas read the author's bio, and on noting the list of websites where one could "further educate themselves on Native American Activism," he grabbed a scrap of paper from his nightstand. He then picked up a pen and began to write, before taking a few moments to read over what he had written:

Native American Rights Fund

Legal representation for NDN's

www.narf.org

With the information jotted down, he flipped to the part of the book where he had left off, and as he lost himself in the words, Lucas came to a conclusion. He didn't just want more out of life, he was beginning to hunger for it.

* * * *

Little more than a dot on the map, Soda Springs, Idaho was a sleepy little town. With a population of just over 3,000, it wasn't the sort of place that tourists would usually stop. But with as was customary with any road trip, bathroom stops were essential, and after two hours of driving along an endless stretch of highway, the four teens were ready to stretch their legs. 

Not keen on relieving themselves in a gas station bathroom, they found a general store to stop at instead, and after pulling up on the dirt road in front, Ethan put the VW bus into park.

Quaintly retro, the general store had an aged façade, and along with several old fashioned gas pumps on display, there was also a rusted T-Ford truck. Directly above the door was a vintage sign that read: 'Soda Springs General Store', and in a smaller script just directly below, there were the words, "ice-cream, pop, snacks, and souvenirs!"

On pulling the door open, a chime above it made their presence known, and with creaky old floorboards shifting beneath them, the four teenagers made their way inside. Dimly lit and pleasantly cool, the interior smelled of sassafras and tobacco. 

Spanning the entire of the length of the store was a see-through counter, where one could check out the various types of candy, as well as dried fruit and a mélange of gourmet nuts. Also on exhibit was a variety of ice cream, which was visible through the glass panes of the refrigerated display cabinets. 

With so much to look at, the four teens found it difficult to focus on just on one thing, but as Claudia caught sight of a pinball machine, she made a beeline straight toward it. Situated in a corner at the very back of the store, the vintage pinball machine was covered with a thin layer of dust. But that didn't deter Claudia from checking it out, and upon closer inspection, realized the arcade game was themed after the concept of a funhouse.

Swiping her palm across the glass that covered the display, Claudia gazed inside the cabinet, and that was when she saw the freaky looking ventriloquist dummy head that was mounted on the game's playfield. Directly below it was a large clock, which Claudia guessed counted down the time as the player tried to score points, but she didn't get a chance to check out anymore of the features, because the floorboards creaked as somebody approached her. 

Even before she turned she already knew it was Tristan, and as his arms wrapped around her waist with tenderness, a smile crept onto her face.

"Hey you," she softly said.

"Hey yourself," he responded before kissing her neck. "What you doing back here all alone?"

"Checking out this pinball machine." Shifting her eyes to the dummy head on the playfield, she asked, "You got any quarters?"

Removing his hands from her waist, Tristan took a moment to dig into his pockets, and after retrieving two quarters, slipped them into the coin slot. As the machine came to life, the eyes of the dummy head opened, and the words "The Game Is Watching You" scrolled across the LED display. 

As an obscenely loud electro-carnival soundtrack began to play, Claudia placed her hands on the controls, and with a sharp tug on the plunger, propelled the silver ball into the playfield. 




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 02



Before very long, Claudia found herself completely engrossed, but as the dummy head began to taunt and yell out all sorts of strange phrases, her concentration was effectively lessened.

Thoroughly irritated by the talking doll's head, Claudia only played harder, but as the ball propelled itself right into the drain, Claudia knew that the game had come to an end. 

"Hey, bucko, grab yourself a hot dog!" the ventriloquist dummy's head jeered, and the words "Game Over" flashed across the screen in bright red letters.

"God, he's annoying," Claudia proclaimed while glaring at the dummy head. "If it wasn't for his trash talking, I would have totally won the game. 

Chuckling behind her, Tristan placed his hands against the curve of her midsection. 

"The problem was, you were using your hands more than you were your hips."

"I was not," Claudia rebutted, but as Tristan glided his palms against said area, her body softened and became boneless. 

"I was watching you closely," he said into her ear. "Your body was stiff, gotta loosen up and move around a bit."

Stimulated by the heat of his body, Claudia breathed a little quicker and the hairs on her neck began to rise.

"Probably sounds strange the way I'm explaining it, so I'll demonstrate and you'll see what I mean."

The sound of quarters jangling reached Claudia's ears, followed by them being fed into the slot. A few seconds later the carnival themed music began, and Tristan's palms lifted to cover Claudia's hands, which still rested on the controls.

With an ease and skill that Claudia couldn't help but admire, Tristan manipulated the buttons. Following the shiny metal ball with her eyes, Claudia watched as it zipped around, navigating the maze of obstacles that were set up along the playfield.

Although he played with zeal, Tristan somehow managed to softly manipulate her hands, making it seem as if she were the one playing, and not being assisted with every move. The incessant "boing-zing-zap!" of the sound effects pierced the air, lights flashing across the playfield as the score climbed on the LED display. 

But the brilliance of the lights and various sound effects were hardly noticed by Claudia at all, because Tristan's crotch was every so lightly bumping against her backside.

"You see what I'm doing?" He asked while shimmying his hips back and forth. "You feel how I'm moving the lower part of my body?"

"Uh-huh." Now breathless, Claudia's nerve endings began to tingle. 

"Gotta put your hips into it, you know? Work up a little rhythm as you play along."

"Got it," Claudia breathed, but instead of focusing on the silver ball that was zinging around, she was completely absorbed by the rocking of Tristan's hips.

Tightly encased in skinny jeans, Claudia's backside was prominently displayed. Even beneath the fabric that cupped it, its roundness was noticeable, and perhaps enjoying the cushion it provided, Tristan purposely pressed in closer to her body. Although only semi stiff, Tristan's erection was definitely noticeable, and stimulated by the heat it gave off, she let out a faint gasp. 

Thoroughly turned on, Claudia was hyper aware of the sexual energy he exuded, and in a lustful way that made him audibly groan, shifted her backside against him. Now manipulating the buttons at a faster speed, Tristan steadily built the score, and with a perfectly timed maneuver that more than doubled his points, the backboard display went off in flashes of color.

Releasing his hands from the controls, Tristan allowed the ball to slide through the drain, then took a few steps back so that Claudia could turn around.

For a moment they just stood there eyeing each other, as if uncertain what they should say. But as Tristan took one of her hands and threaded his fingers through hers, Claudia finally found her voice. 

"You're really good at pinball," Claudia said while tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "You've got this great technique."

"Glad you think so," Tristan said, and grabbing her by the waist, pulled her up against his body. "What I said about moving my hips...that goes for more than pinball."

"Yeah," Claudia said while losing herself in his dark eyes. "I kinda guessed that."

"You're giving off a really strong scent right now," he said while gazing at her face, and as uncertainty crossed Claudia's features, a gentle smile tugged at his lips. "It's the good kind of scent," he quickly added. "The kind a woman makes when she's signaling her desire for a male."

"Oh." Lifting her arms, Claudia wrapped them around Tristan's neck. "Well you've got a special scent, too. It usually smells like freshly washed laundry, but right now you smell all earthy and musky."

"That's because I'm turned on." Tristan's eyes glossed over with desire. "Being pressed up against your body gave me quite a reaction."

"I felt it," Claudia said, and her fingers grazed the back of his neck, slowly maneuvering upward until they tangled in his hair.

"When I pressed up against you from behind, what were your first thoughts?" Gazing deeply into her eyes, Tristan awaited her response. 

"I was surprised," she quietly said, "But really turned on. And then I started to feel this overwhelming need..."

"What kind of a need?" Tristan asked, but the look on his face made it clear that he already knew what she was taking about.

"This ache." Now barely audible, Claudia's voice was little more than a whisper. "It's like this pressure deep down inside...this want for something more."

"A horniness," Tristan breathed, and as she slowly nodded her head, Tristan pressed his forehead gently to hers. "I love knowing that you want me."

With their bodies already touching, they couldn't get much closer, and yet still Claudia found herself desiring more. Less boyish and more manly with each passing day, Tristan's jawline was strong and sharp. His shoulders, which felt so solid beneath her palms, hinted at the beginnings of lean muscle, but it was his overall demeanor that exuded a masculinity she couldn't resist.

"These urges we have for one another..." Tristan started while giving her a penetrating stare. "It Isn't just a lustful thing, but a deep and true connection."

Lost in the darkness of his eyes, Claudia nodded.

"Have you given any thought as to what It'll be like once you and I fully connect?"

"Fully connect?" The words came out slowly, as if Claudia was mulling over what had been said.

"Yes," Tristan replied. "Once we exchange our sexual energy and consummate our love."

Almost immediately, her body flooded with warmth. 

"Have you thought about it?" He asked. 

The nod she gave was gentle but firm.

"Then you know It's going to be very intense."

Completely speechless, Claudia could only stare up at him with soft, round eyes. But within her body, arousal was steadily increasing, coiling so tight in her lower belly that her vaginal muscles clenched. 

"I'll be gentle of course," he said while staring unblinking into her eyes, "But as your body becomes more comfortable and fully opens to me, I'll probably become very passionate."

Hypersensitive to the feel of his breath against her lips, Claudia swallowed, then briefly lowered her lids before peeking up at him through her lashes. 

"Does it make you uncomfortable when I talk about sex?" He asked. 

"No," she said in a soft voice.

"Good." His thumb came up to caress her cheekbone, and with a languidness that pulled a sigh from Claudia's lips, claimed her mouth in a tender kiss.

So lost in the wet, warm heat of his mouth, Claudia barely took notice of the creaking floorboards. But as somebody loudly cleared their throat, both Claudia and Tristan broke the kiss.

Standing before them with arms that were crossed against his chest was a huge bear of a man. Clearly the proprietor of the store, he eyed them with a frown, then tightened his lips as he noticed their intimate embrace. 

Dressed in a pair of jeans, flannel shirt, and wide black suspenders, he seemed like the type of man who belonged out in the wild, chopping wood and rolling logs in a lumberjack competition. Clearly not giving a damn that he was impeding on their intimate moment, the Paul Bunyan doppelganger lifted a brow, then questioned them in a voice that was deep enough to rival Barry White's.

"You kids gonna play another game on that pinball machine, or you just using my store as a make out spot?"

Not quite certain of how they should respond, Tristan and Claudia shared a quick look, then linked fingers and walked away while the storekeeper slowly shook his head. Having already purchased a few items, Ethan and Kimi stood next to the door. 

Wearing twin smirks, they were each sipping a bottle of sasparilla, and upon Claudia and Tristan reaching the spot where they stood, they broke out into a bona fide grin.

"Nice game of pinball you two played there," Ethan said. "I never knew it could be so erotic."

Lightly blushing, Tristan and Claudia shifted their feet. 

"Sweet and innocent on the outside, but kinky underneath, huh?" Kimi shifted her gaze from Tristan to Claudia, and then back again before handing them each a bottle of root beer. "Looks like you two need to cool down."

Accepting the beverages, Claudia and Tristan took a sip, then followed Ethan and Kimi outdoors, and towards the van which was parked nearby. With the sky now dark, there was only a lone streetlight to illuminate their surroundings, but rather than provide adequate light, it continually flickered. 

Casting a dim, dull yellowish tint, the streetlight seemed ready to go out at any minute. But as the teens passed beneath it on their way to the VW bus, it suddenly grew brighter, casting a wonderfully vibrant glow. Startled and amazed, Ethan, Kimi, and Claudia all stopped to glance up at the now bright streetlight, but Tristan continued to walk, heading straight for the parked VW van. 

"Did you guys see that?" Kimi asked. 

"Yeah, it was really trippy," Ethan responded. "I wonder what made it grow brighter all of a sudden?"

"Maybe we're carrying some special energy," Kimi replied, but no sooner had she said that, did the streetlight begin to dim. 

Just as before, it started to once again flicker, and completely puzzled at the sudden change, Kimi and Ethan exchanged a, "what the hell was that all about?" look.

"That's freaky." No longer just puzzled, Kimi seemed mildly freaked out. 

"It was definitely weird," Ethan agreed, "But maybe this is one of those smart streetlights. You know the kind that turn on when people approach it?"

"I thought those were still in development," Kimi said. "And even if it was a smart streetlamp, those are designed to shut off after, not flicker on and off."

"What do you think, Claudia?" Turning his attention to her, Ethan gave her an inquisitive look. "A minor glitch that can be rationalized by science, or something unexplainable?" 

Tempted to glance at Tristan, Claudia started to shift her eyes, but on realizing it might hint as to the source of the unusual occurrence, she kept her gaze pinned solidly on Ethan.

"Well, it was definitely unusual. But if I had to pick one or the other, I'd say there was probably some type of explanation."

"I agree," Ethan said and he shifted his gaze, but on realizing that Tristan wasn't around to offer his opinion, a puzzled expression crossed his face. "What the hell...where did Tristan go?"

Gesturing towards the VW bus, Claudia pointed him out. 

"What's he doing over there by himself?" Ethan asked, but before Claudia could respond, he called out to Tristan. "Hey, Tristan. What's going on? Why are you all the way over there by yourself?"

A shrug of the shoulders was preceded by Tristan shifting awkwardly on his feet.

"Well come over here and hang out with us," Ethan said. "We wanna get your opinion on something."

Clearly reluctant, Tristan remained rooted to the spot, but as Ethan gestured for him to come forward, Tristan finally budged. Slowly, and with visibly heavy steps, Tristan began to walk. By the time he reached them, Claudia noticed that he was blinking more than usual, and instead of looking straight in the eyes of Ethan, he shifted his gaze to Kimi, then finally to Claudia, who grabbed his hand for reassurance.

"So we were discussing the possible reason why this streetlamp went all wonky," Ethan said. "You got any suggestions?"

"Does it really matter?" Tristan asked. "I mean It's just a streetlight. An inanimate object."

"Maybe so," Ethan responded. "But you've gotta admit it was sorta strange. I mean, why did it suddenly go all bright out of the blue like that?"

"Could be any number of reasons."

"Such as?"

Tristan gave no response.

"Aren't you curious at all?" Leaning against the light pole, Kimi stared at him straight on. "You're a different and open minded kind of guy, so seems like you'd be comfortable with discussing this type of thing."

"I am comfortable," Tristan rebutted.

"Then why are you blinking so quickly?"

Rather than respond, Tristan completely clammed up.

"It was you, wasn't it?" Kimi slowly asked.

With brows now raised, Ethan stared at Tristan.

"That's why you're so nervous and didn't want to discuss it with us," Kimi said. "Because you somehow affected the bulb in that street lamp."

"Wait, what?" Ethan gazed at Tristan with an intensified focus. It was you who made that streetlamp go brighter?"

Tristan nodded.

"How did you do it?"

"It wasn't purposeful. Just happened on It's own." 

"I told you he was different," Kimi proudly said to Ethan. "Remember how I told you he was born with a caul?"

"Yeah, but I thought that only gave him the ability to talk with spirits, and pick up on energy fields, and stuff like that."

"I have other gifts as well," Tristan said.

"Like that?" Ethan asked.

"Well, that lamp was a pretty good example."

"But what was that exactly? Is there even a name for such a thing?"

"Street Light Interference Phenomenon."

"And it happens the same way every time? Like whenever you pass a streetlight, it gets really bright?

"Sometimes they go brighter, other times they burn out and become completely dark. Just depends on my mood, I guess."

"Damn man, that's fuckin' dope," Ethan said. "You're like a complete badass, you know that?"

"Sounds more interesting than it actually is," Tristan stated.

"No way, it is cool man. It's *definitely* fuckin' cool."

"Can you affect any other types of devices? Kimi asked. "Like is your energy field so strong that you can alter other things in your surrounding environment?"

"Depending on what it is, yes. But It's mostly electrical devices. Anything else requires me to purposely funnel my energy." 

"That thing with the street lamp, though..." Temporarily pausing, Kimi gazed up at its flickering bulb. "Could do it once more so we can see it again?"

"Why? It's not all that amazing."

"It is to me," Kimi said, and in hopes that he would give into her request, she offered a soft smile.

"I feel like a sideshow freak," he quietly mumbled.

"No way, you're not a freak at all," Kimi said. "I'm just super amazed at this ability you have."

"We admire you, Tristan," Ethan said. "You're a different kind of guy, you know? Not an everyday dude you'd meet walking down the street."

Still reluctant, Tristan glanced from Ethan to Kimi uneasily, but on focusing his attention on Claudia's face, he saw a reassuring smile cross her features. Hoping to ease his nervousness, she stroked the back of his hand, then gently gave a nod before looking at the flickering streetlamp.

Following her line of sight, Tristan unlinked his fingers from hers. Then with slow, but confident steps, he began to make his way forward. Still leaning against the streetlamp, Kimi stepped away from it, and after joining Ethan and Claudia's side, watched Tristan move closer towards it. 

As soon as he was within a few paces of it, the flickering halted and the bulb began to brighten, gradually increasing in intensity until it reached the brilliance of a 100-watt light bulb. Like a moth to a flame, Claudia's eyes remained focused on the ever-increasing radiance, but soon it became so bright that it hurt her eyes, so she averted her gaze and looked at Tristan instead.

So close to the streetlamp that his body was practically touching it, Tristan remained completely still. His back was facing her do she couldn't see his expression, but she did notice that his hands were stuffed nonchalantly into the pockets of his pants, as if it were a perfectly normal occurrence that was presently taking place. 

Now emitting a loud buzzing noise, the brightness of the bulb had plateaued, but as Tristan slowly backed away from the lamp post, the brilliance began to fade. Gradually it became weaker before returning to It's flickering state, and as the buzzing finally died down, the night once again grew quiet.

Stunned into silence, Kimi and Ethan just simply stood there, looking at Tristan with what could only be described as an unconcealed awe. Perhaps feeling the weight of their stares, he quickly rejoined Claudia's side, and as her arm slid around his waist, he pulled her up against the warmth of his body.

"That was trippy," Kimi said with now widened eyes. "I'm not even sure if I actually saw what I think I did."

"You definitely have a powerful gift," Ethan stated. "We've got some powerful healers on the Fort Peck rez where I live, but nobody quite you like you, Tristan. 

"It's not something I was trying for," Tristan stated. "It's just a part of who I am, so I can't lay claim to expending any effort."

"Exactly," Ethan agreed. "Which is why I said you've got a powerful gift."

Wordlessly, the four teens made their way towards the van, and on reaching the vintage vehicle, they all piled inside. Taking their customary seats in the driver's compartment, Ethan and Kimi buckled in, then waited for Tristan and Claudia to get settled on the full-length bench seat behind them.

With a turn of the key in the ignition, Ethan brought the hippie bus to a puttering start, and after swerving the wheel, maneuvered the old van out onto the road.

By the light of the moon they travelled along, merging onto the highway and into the distance that stretched beyond.



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 03



It was a quarter to midnight when they rolled into Seattle, puttering into a neighborhood called Queen Anne. Known for its spacious homes and century-old trees, Queen Anne was filled with high-income couples. But rather than exude a snooty atmosphere, it emitted a laid back vibe, which Claudia instantly latched onto.

Two hours behind schedule, the four teens were weary from travel, and more than ready for a hot shower and warm bed. With the gas gauge nearly on empty, the Volkswagon bus continued down the block, which was mostly filled with Craftsman homes and a few well-kept Victorians. 

Upon rounding a corner, Ethan maneuvered the old Volkswagon down a steep hill, where they eventually reached a block of modern town homes that were situated along the water's edge. Sleek in design, the town homes had an artsy flair to them, and were situated far apart so that each tenant retained a sense of solitude. 

With the lights of downtown Seattle off in the distance, Claudia found herself mesmerized by the gorgeous view, and couldn't help noticing the romantic glow that glimmered off the surface of the water. 

Featuring mahogany stained shingles, the townhouse they pulled up in front of resembled something from out of a magazine; one those upscale interior design publications that catered to people with disposable incomes.

Yet despite its ultra-modern façade, the three-level townhouse exuded a cozy feel, and was surrounded by a variety of trees that gave it a sense of peaceful isolation. Tall and skinny, it proudly stretched upward, as if seeking to stretch past the treetops and up into the dark night sky. 

Perhaps just as surprised as to the gorgeous residence before them, Tristan and Kimi eyed it with a kind of awe, but as Ethan put the vintage bus in park, he seemed completely unaffected.

"Okay," Kimi said while taking off her seatbelt. "You didn't say anything about your aunt living in such a badass place." 

"I told you it was a cool house," Ethan grinned, and without another word, undid his seatbelt.

"Well yeah, but I wasn't expecting *this*," she responded, and as Ethan exited the car, so did she.

Right behind them was Tristan and Claudia, who gathered their travel bags from the luggage compartment, and after Kimi and Ethan retrieved theirs as well, the foursome headed down a walkway that was lined with stones.

Due to its glass enclosed living room that allowed them a view of the interior, Claudia was able to spot a staircase that spiraled upward to the other levels, undoubtedly leading to the bedrooms where they would be staying for the next three weeks. 

Eager to see more of the house, she happily followed Kimi and Ethan, who came to stop in front of the door before ringing the bell so that it chimed.

Clearly nervous, Kimi shifted on her feet, then tugged the hem of her tank top before smoothing a palm across her red streaked bangs.

"Don't worry, she's going to love you," Ethan said before adding, "And you're really going to dig *her*, no doubt about it." 

"How do you know?" Kimi asked in a curious tone of voice.

"You just will," he simply replied, and with a soft smile, returned his gaze to the still closed door.

As the sound of approaching footsteps reached their ears, everyone except Ethan stood a little bit straighter. The lock disengaged and the door pulled open, before the woman behind it came fully into view.

"Well alright, you kids finally made it! Come on in, we've been waiting for you." She pulled the door wider, then ushered them all inside.

Upon entering, both Tristan and Ethan checked out the interior of the house, but Kimi and Claudia chose to focus on Ethan's Aunt, who as far as Claudia could tell, was the epitome of cool.

Taken in by her artsy appearance, Claudia shifted her gaze to the woman's hair, which was black and shiny, with a few streaks of blue woven throughout. Her makeup, which was minimally applied and in neutral tones, gave her an earthy, natural look. It was her clothes, however, that really caught Claudia's attention. 

Long and gypsyish, the skirt she had on reminded Claudia of something Stevie Knicks would wear. Her top, which was black and form fitting, had laces that tied up the front, tastefully accentuating the roundness of her bosom.

Just as captivated as Claudia was, Kimi stared at Ethan's aunt with a look of surprise, as if the woman standing before her wasn't what she had been expecting at all. But beneath that surprise was unconcealed reverence, which led the older woman to give Kimi a smile.

"You must be Kimi. I'm Aurora, Ethan's aunt." 

"Nice to meet you. Ethan's speaks of you quite often, and I can now see that he wasn't embellishing."

Lifting her brows, Aurora shifted her attention to Ethan, who shifted his attention to meet hers. 

"I only told her good things," Ethan said. "Like how cool and unique you were, and that you were always my favorite aunt."

"Oh." Aurora beamed from the compliment. "Well thank you, nephew. That's very sweet of you to say."

"It's the truth," Ethan said with a smile.

Sifting her attention to Claudia, Aurora held out her hand, which Claudia promply embraced before giving her a smile.

"Hi, I'm Claudia. It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," Aurora said. "Welcome to Seattle and I hope you'll enjoy your stay with us."

"I'm sure I will," Claudia replied. "This house is totally amazing."

Aurora's lips tugged into a smile. "Thanks. My husband is an architect, so he's responsible for designing it."

"What about the interior decoration?" Allowing her gaze to drift, Claudia checked out the contemporary sculptures that adorned the room, as well as a number of colorful abstract paintings that were hung on the walls."

"That would be me," Aurora said. "I paint for a living."

"Seriously?" Kimi asked. "Wow, you're incredibly talented."

"Thanks," Aurora replied. "I appreciate the compliment."

"Tristan is an artist, too," Claudia said, and as Aurora's gaze shifted to him, a friendly smile touched her lips. 

"Oh yes, *Tristan*." The inflection in her tone seemed to suggest that she was already familiar with him. "Ethan mentioned you were a creative person. It's nice to meet a fellow artist."

"I agree," Tristan said, and as she extended her hand for him to shake it, he allowed his palm to meet hers. "Can I ask what art school you went to?"

"I'm self-taught," Aurora replied. "Believe it or not, I didn't start painting until I turned 33. So for the past five years, I've been honing my skills."

"Well I think It's safe to say they've been sufficiently honed," Ethan said, and directing his gaze to the spiral staircase, he asked, "Is Keith upstairs?"

"No, he's actually out on the deck. We were having some coffee and pastries after dinner, so he's out there cleaning up. He should be in pretty soon, though."

Just briefly a silence began to settle around them, but it was less the awkward kind and more of an opportunity they all took to digest the moment. But the stillness that surrounded them was soon broken by sound of Aurora's voice. 

"So, why don't you kids kick off those shoes and I'll take you upstairs? You can check out the rooms, and decide where you want to sleep."

"We're getting our own rooms?" Kimi asked. 

"Of course, you wouldn't expect me to crowd you all in together, would you?"

"I don't know, guess I just figured that with the four of us, there'd be limited space."

"We have three bedrooms," Aurora said. "And besides, you all are obviously coupled up, so you'll be needing your privacy, right?"

"Whichever bedroom's the coolest, is the one that Kimi and I will be staying in." A grin crossed Ethan's face as Aurora led them upstairs. "I mean, since I am your favorite nephew and all."

"Both rooms have a pretty good view of the Seattle waterfront, but only one of them has an attached bathroom, so if that's your thing, I'd claim it now."

"Does the bathroom have a tub?" Tristan asked while unlacing his boots.

"Sure does, and a roomy one too. Large enough to fit two, if you catch my drift." And with a not so subtle smirk, she gave Tristan and Claudia a wink.

"Cool. Then that's the room we want," Tristan said, but as Ethan, Kimi, and Claudia shifted their eyes to give him a look, he suddenly grew self-conscious. "I mean, sometimes It's nice to have a bath. Can't take showers all the time, you know?"

"Hey man, It's cool," Ethan proclaimed. "You and Claude wanna take the room with an attached bath, I don't have any problem with it. It's all good as far as I'm concerned."

"Yeah, It's no problem at all. You guys enjoy that bathroom," Kimi added, but not without giving Claudia a knowing smile.

"Okay, I want in on the secret." With his pale blue eyes and short, coal black hair, the man who approached them sauntered casually with his hands in his pockets. "Everyone is smiling so you must be telling a joke."

"No joke," Aurora stated as he joined her side. "Just something we found slightly amusing."

A nod of the head was all he offered before extending his hand to Tristan, and then Claudia. "I'm Keith. It's nice to meet you both."

"Nice to meet you too," Claudia said.

"What was it, a ten hour trip from Montana?" He asked. "You guys must be exhausted, let's get you up to your rooms."

As both he and Aurora led the way, the four teenagers followed behind, carrying their various pieces of luggage while ascending the spiral staircase. Upon reaching the second level, they were escorted down a short, narrow hallway until finally reaching the first of the guest rooms.

"So this is the room with the attached bathroom," Aurora said while ushering them inside. "As you can see, there's an awesome view of the waterfront, and if you look further off into the distance, you can even spot the Space Needle."

Walking closer to the large window, Claudia stared out at the lit up skyline, which reflected off of the water that separated them from the rest of the city. 

As she stood there gazing into the distance, it suddenly hit her that she was far from home, and in only two more months, she would be off at college and truly on her own. A fluttery feeling spread through her stomach at the thought, and yet there was also excitement, a feeling of infinite possibility that made her eager to make that jump. 

Turning away from the window, she averted her gaze to the bed, which was covered by a deep purple comforter with a smooth, shiny finish. Propped against the headboard were several large pillows, which made Claudia long to recline on the bed and rest her head against one of them.

Perhaps picking up on her tiredness, Aurora and Keith led them into the bathroom, where they pointed out a spacious whirlpool tub that was next to a shower unit. 

"Wait a minute," Ethan said while gazing intently at the tub. "This thing has massage jets in it?"

"Sure does," Keith said. 

"Wow. If I'd known that, I would have definitely laid claim to this room instead."

"If it makes you feel any better, the room you and Kimi will be staying in has the better view."

"Who needs a view, when you've got a tub like this?" He asked, and with a shake of his head, averted his gaze to Tristan. "Damn, looks like you and Claude are definitely gonna have some fun in this room, huh?"

Both Aurora and Keith chuckled, but Tristan and Claudia only lightly smiled, as if suddenly feeling a little self-conscious.

"Well, I guess that's about it," Aurora said while guiding them all out of the bathroom. "You need anything at all, just head upstairs and knock on our door. Or you can always text as well, whatever you feel more comfortable with."

"Sounds good," Tristan said. "Thanks again for letting us stay here. We really appreciate it."

"No problem," Keith said. "And just so you know, we'll be up on the third level in the master bedroom."

"You guys are sleeping on an entirely different level?" Ethan asked.

"Yep," he replied. "So you kids will have this lower level all to yourselves."

"Sweet," Ethan proclaimed, and he shared an excited smile with Kimi.

"Now we're totally cool with you guys doing whatever on the weekends," Aurora said. "But Keith goes to work early through the week, so we just ask that you keep the noise to a minimum during weeknights."

"Not a problem," Ethan said. "We can definitely do that."

"Well alright, that's good to hear, nephew," Aurora said with a smile, then averted her gaze to Tristan and Claudia, who both looked weary and eager for sleep. "Tristan and Claudia, it was great meeting you both. Have a good night, and we'll see you two in the morning."

"See you then," Claudia responded, and after giving a smile to Keith, offered a wave to Ethan and Kimi."

"See you guys in the morning."

"Sure thing," Kimi said. "You two sleep well, okay?"

Both Tristan and Claudia offered a nod, then watched them head down a hall and into the second bedroom before disappearing inside.

"Oh man, I'm so exhausted," Claudia said, and squatting down to unzip her travel bag, she began rummaging through it. 

"I think I could sleep ten hours tonight and it still wouldn't be enough." Now digging through his duffel bag, Tristan pulled out a fresh pair of boxers and a white Hanes tank top.

"I saw we sleep in as long as we want," Claudia said. "Even if that means we don't get up until noon."

"Agreed," Tristan replied, and as he rose to his feet with nightclothes and toiletries in hand, so did Claudia.

"You go first," Tristan said. "You are the lady after all, so..."

"We could always share the bathroom," she said. "While I'm taking a shower, you can wash your face and brush your teeth."

"Really?" Tristan asked, "You wouldn't mind me being in there at the same time?"

"Not at all," Claudia said. "Just give me a minute to get undressed and into the shower, okay?" And without another word she turned on her heel, heading straight for the bathroom.

Upon entering, she set down her toiletry bag, then stripped out of her jeans and crop top before slipping off her panties and bra. For some reason, the act of taking off her underthings made her feel a little naughty, if not even slightly turned on. 

She supposed it had something to do with the fact that Tristan was only a few steps away, with only a door to separate him from viewing her nude body. 

It was this thought alone that made the hairs on her body prickle to attention, but before she could get too aroused, she stepped into the shower and pulled shut the glass door.

"Okay," she called out from beyond the frosted glass. "You can come in now."

She was just turning on the water by the time Tristan came in, and after soaping up her body, washed the suds from her skin. Since the door of the shower was frosted, she couldn't make out what Tristan was doing, but if the noises were anything to judge by, she'd guess that he was gargling with mouthwash. 

Having thoroughly washed up, she turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the rack. Luxuriously fluffy, she reveled in its softness, then wrapped it around her body before opening the shower door. 

Extending a freshly shaved leg, she stepped out onto a bamboo bath mat, but on noticing that Tristan was no longer in the bathroom, her face fell in disappointment. 

She didn't know why exactly, because It's not like she was planning on exposing herself to him. But she had looked forward to at least giving him a peek of her bare, silky legs. Grabbing her toothbrush from the toiletry bag, she covered it with toothpaste. Once her teeth were nice and clean she rinsed out her mouth, then gargled with some of the mouthwash that Tristan had left out on the counter.

She then washed her face and applied some moisturizer before stripping out of her towel and tossing it onto the rack. Neatly folded on the counter was her attire for bed, and grabbing a pair of pink boyshorts, she slipped them up and over her bottom. She then put on a fitted camisole of the very same color, and with one last look at her reflection in the mirror, she exited the bathroom and walked out into the room. 

Already reclining beneath the covers, Tristan looked comfortable and ready to drift off. But as Claudia came into his line of sight, his gaze fixed intently on her. 

Still damp, her long, curly hair fell sexily around her shoulders, but on noticing where Tristan's eyes were planted, she realized that her hair was of little interest to him. Small and perky, Claudia's breasts sat high and proud, as if fully aware of the pair of eyes that were focused on them. 

Slowly, Claudia edged closer to the bed, and on slipping beneath the covers and sliding in towards Tristan's body, he shifted his weight so that he was laying on his side. 

Now close enough to hold one another, they immediately cuddled up. While his arm wrapped tenderly around her waist, hers reached up toward his chest, palm gliding along the surface of his ribbed tank before caressing his wide, manly shoulders. 

Clearly enjoying the physical contact, Tristan's muscles lost tension, skin flushing beneath her touch as she slowly and deliberately ran a finger along his exposed bicep. Although he was tall and slim, Tristan's arms had a hint of muscle, just subtly visible beneath the tanned, smooth skin that covered it.

Lowering his eyes to follow the path of her finger, Tristan noticed she was dragging it along the flatness of his belly. In no particular rush, Claudia allowed it continue on, but on reaching the hem of his shirt, a look of clear want came into her eyes.

Slowly, she eased his tank top up, gradually exposing the skin beneath it until his chest was fully bared. Pulling it off around his head Tristan threw it aside, but he barely got the chance to settle back against the pillows before her lips pressed to his neck, trailing languidly along the column of it before reaching the hardness of his chest.

Hairless and toned, his chest seemed to beckon her, drawing her lips to its smooth surface so she could suck and nip at the skin. Not caring about the scars that covered his chest, she licked and kissed them too, showing just as much tenderness for the imperfections as she would for unmarred skin.

Allowing her gaze to move upward, she noticed Tristan's lids were half-mast, covering those deep, dark eyes she so loved staring into. She didn't have to guess whether he was enjoying the moment or not, because his breaths were slow and shallow, easing in and out with such unhurriedness that he couldn't be anything except content.

Continuing to plant soft kisses, Claudia allowed her mouth to creep lower, steadily moving southward until she reached the waistline of his boxers. Now breathing a little deeper, Tristan shifted his head against the pillow, then slowly opened his eyes so that his gaze was directed towards his crotch.

Already soaked with precome, Tristan's underwear were housing a prominent bulge, and thirsty for the sight of his cock, Claudia tugged at the waistband of his boxers. All too eager to be freed from the fabric, Tristan lifted his hips to assist her. With one fluid movement she stretched the waistband away from his skin, moving it down and over his waist so that his erection sprang free.

Deliciously stiff and long, his cock bent back against his stomach like a flesh colored banana. But instead of tasting of sweet, Tristan's penis would probably have a flavor that was similar to his scent - rich and musky, with a hint of saltiness.

Although it was a fleeting thought, she began to wonder if his flavor would be similar to Lucas's, and wrapping her delicate hand around the width of his erection, she maneuvered it away from his stomach.

Acting as a natural lubricant, his pre-come oozed freely from the tip, trailing down the shaft of his cock and towards the silky thatch of his pubic hair. Gently, she began to jack him off, moving her palm up and down with a slow yet fluid movement. 




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 03



Once she got a steady rhythm going, she allowed her other hand to play with his balls, fondling them with such dexterity that he began to softly moan. Continuing to jerk him off, she allowed her palm to work its magic, gradually shortening her strokes until he was trembling beneath her hand. 

The head of his cock had thickened, balls drawing tighter against his body as he groaned out her name. Without breaking eye contact, she substituted her hand for her mouth, and with a languidness that pushed a hot sigh from his lips, eased the length of his cock into her mouth.

Well aware of how sexy her lips were, Claudia tightened them around his shaft, then inch by inch, sunk more of him into the lushness of her mouth. With a sharp intake of breath, Tristan watched, breathing heavier and deeper with every second.

Pinning his eyes on her soft, plump lips, he concentrated on the way that they enveloped his penis, gradually engulfing more of his flesh before finally nearing the base. Not shifting her gaze for even a second, Claudia watched as his head fell back, chest rapidly rising and falling with every tense, labored breath. 

Proud of her ability to withdraw such a reaction, Claudia opened her throat to slide him in deeper, but as the muscles of her windpipe began to wildly flex in protest, she knew she'd taken as much as she possibly could. 

Having succeeded months ago at taking every inch of Lucas's penis, Claudia had figured It'd be the same with Tristan. But the length Tristan possessed proved just a bit much for her to handle. 

Tristan didn't seem bothered in the least, however, however, because his mouth hung slack, breaths leaving in harsh pants as he awaited her next move. Slowly, she pulled her head back, then once again forward to take him back in. 

Tightly pursing her lips, Claudia sucked in her cheeks, and with an ardency that pushed a gasp from his lungs, began moving her lips up and down his shaft. 

Completely in the zone, she steadily increased her speed, relishing the salty, masculine taste that he was continually emitting. Still playing with his balls, she noticed they had grown very tight, and eager to bring him to that point of no return, she sucked harder still. 

Now slobbering his cock, Claudia allowed her saliva to run free, making his penis so wet and sloppy that suction-like noises filled the room.

As Tristan's breathing shifted, Claudia knew he was on the verge of climaxing, but before he could release his load in her mouth, he urgently called out to her. 

"Claudia..." His voice came out strained, as if speaking her mere name required all of his energy.

"Hmmm?" With lips still wrapped around him, Claudia continued to suck him off.

"Wanna cum on your tits..." Slurred with pleasure, Tristan's words came out in a hot gasp. "Claude, please..." he begged before releasing a heady moan. "I'm close, can't hold out much longer."

Releasing his cock with an audible pop, Claudia rose to her knees, then quickly stripped out of her camisole so that her breasts were bared. After throwing it aside, she reclined on her back, then gazed up at Tristan as he maneuvered his body so that he was straddling her. 

With eyes pinned on her breasts, Tristan began to furiously jack off, moving his hand with such speed that it became nothing more than a blur.

Completely turned on, Claudia began to play with her nipples, twisting and tugging at the blackberry-colored peaks. She didn't know what it was about watching a guy jack off but it had always gotten her excited, and with a long, hot moan from deep in her throat, she pushed out some lusty words.

"Cum all over my tits, Tristan," she said while looking deep into his eyes. "Let me see it shoot from that nice, long cock." 

Driven over the edge by her naughty words, Tristan blasted a huge load all over Claudia's chest, covering not only her breasts, but most of her stomach as well. Hot and thick, it created white stripes against her brown skin, providing a stark contrast that even she found visually pleasing. 

Completely spent of fluid, Tristan grabbed a Kleenex from the nightstand, and after wiping his cock off, discarded the tissue in a wastebasket. Expecting him to wipe her off as well, Claudia waited for him to retrieve another tissue. But as he lowered his head to her cum splattered chest, she realized that a tissue wasn't needed. 

Slowly, and with a provocativeness, Tristan licked a stripe of cum from her right breast, then promptly licked again to remove an especially thick rope of semen. 

Completely aroused by the sight of him eating his own cum, Claudia watched as he swirled his tongue around a blackberry-colored nipple. Uttering a moan of appreciation, Claudia watched as he began to tongue it, suckling it like a hungry baby before releasing it from his mouth.

After giving her other nipple the same treatment, he lifted his head from her breasts, then moved his mouth towards hers until their lips were close enough to touch. Savoring the taste of his mouth, Claudia deepened the kiss, wanting more of the musky essence that coated the surface of his tongue. 

Still amazed that he had eaten his own cum, she passionately kissed him, probing her tongue with a sensual slowness that made him moan into her mouth. When their lips finally parted, each took a moment to catch their breaths, and after situating his body so he was laying on his back, Tristan eased out a sigh of contentment. 

Although currently flaccid, Tristan's cock was still impressively sized, and this led Claudia to gaze at it with a kind of wonder on her face. 

Having never been a size queen, she'd never even considered having sex with a well hung guy. But now that she was face to face with a rather large one, she found herself wondering how on earth it would ever fit inside her. As it was, she'd only been able to take half of it in her mouth, so what was going to happen when the time came for them to have sex?

Perhaps noticing that she was staring at him, Tristan looked away from the ceiling, then rolled onto his side before sliding a palm along her thigh.

"If you want, I can do you too," he said. "I'm not an expert or anything, but I've been told that my tongue is pretty darn skilled."

"By who?" She asked, but no sooner had the question come out, did she suddenly remember. "Oh, you mean *her*."

"Yes," Tristan said, but on noticing the way her lips suddenly pulled tight, he quickly followed up with an apology.

'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought her up." 

"It's fine."

"Then why do you look so pissed?"

"I'm not pissed," she quickly responded. "I'm jealous, okay?"

"But why?" For a moment he just stared at her. "She was a summer fling, Claude. And pretty much just used me for sex."

"Really?" Claudia asked. "Why? What makes you say that?"

"Well, everytime she came over my house, she'd always go straight for my dick. No small talk or anything, just straight to bed so we could get it on."

"Like you didn't love that," Claudia responded. 

"Well yeah, a part of me did. But once the sex was over and we were just laying there in bed, I realized that she was pretty much a stranger. I mean technically I knew who she was, but she never opened up and connected with me on a deeper level."

Still looking a little sullen, Claudia lowered her gaze from his. But her lashes slowly lifted as he took her hand into his.

"Just about any woman can get a guy interested on the physical level, Claude. But the one who captures his heart is the girl he'll always want to keep around."

Melting at his words, her heart beat quicker, and as his arm wrapped around her small waist, Claudia slung a leg over his thigh. 

"Sorry baby," she said while gazing into his eyes. "That was silly of me, I should have never gotten jealous."

"It's okay, bunny." He nuzzled his nose against hers before adding, "It just means that you care, and I appreciate that."

She softly smiled before asking, "How about tomorrow? I think we both need to rest right now, recharge our batteries so we can go out and explore the city tomorrow afternoon."

"First thing in the morning?" The look on his face let her know that he was hopeful. "I have always wanted to eat your pussy, Claude. You don't know how many times I've jerked off to the thought of it."

"Really?" Her eyes became shiny, thighs beginning to tingle at the mere prospect.

"Oh yeah." No longer caressing her thigh, his fingers were now brushing that heated spot between her legs.

"I'll eat you out nice and slow at first, let you get used to the feel of my tongue. Then once you're all warmed up, I'll stick a finger inside you...loosen that tight little pussy up so I can slide my tongue into your warm hole."

"You're getting me all wet," she softly said.

"Duh, that's the idea," he said with a grin.

Focusing on the feel of his fingers against her pussy, Claudia relaxed, allowing her head to sink into the pillow as she eased out a gentle sigh. Allowing his thumb to make circles against her clit, Tristan watched her intently, steadily building the rhythm of his digit until her hips began to shift. 

Although it was gradual, Claudia realized he was slipping a finger beneath her panties. And at first contact of his digit against her bareness, she spread her legs, opening them as far as they would go. 

"Okay, I'm not tired anymore," she proclaimed. "I wanna be eaten out, and I want it right now."

"That's what I hoping for," Tristan huskily said, and within a matter of seconds, positioned his head between her legs. 

From the very first touch of his tongue, she was eager for more, moving her hips back and forth to the rhythm of his wet, silky tongue. Rather than simply lick her, he seemed to savor the flavor of her pussy, using slow, short licks before gradually working up to a quicker speed. 

Already releasing a syrupy slickness, Claudia's pussy was eager for more, and perhaps spurred on by her intensifying moans, Tristan lifted his fingers to play with her perky breasts. Overtaken with pleasure, Claudia arched her back, pushing her tight little hole even firmer against his face. 

"Tristan," she quietly purred as he fucked her with his tongue. "Oh baby, yes, you really *do* know how to use your tongue."

As if wanting to enforce this statement, Tristan lapped her eagerly, slipping his tongue between her folds so that her hole was directly stimulated.

Still utilizing his hands, Tristan pulled and twisted her nipples, prodding the swollen buds until they were long and hard and sticking out into the air. With her legs already as wide as she could get them, Claudia was exposed and powerless, held hostage to the tongue that so deftly manipulated that part of her body which was most sensitive. 

Steadily oozing from her velvety center, the juices she released were making a mess of Tristan's face. But like a man in the midst of a pie eating contest, he just kept on going and going. 

Feeling like a delicious piece of candy that he just couldn't get enough of, Claudia cried out for more. But she didn't need to say a word in order for Tristan to know that she was close to the edge.

On a mission to make her cum, Tristan began stimulating her clit, alternating between slow probing licks and quick, choppy ones that made her cry out his name. Now tensed up, Claudia's body was beginning to tremble. 

Her breaths came out in a deep, shuddering rhythm and her fingers were burrowed into his hair, continuously tugging the silky strands as his tongue continued to worship her.

While still tweaking her nipples, Tristan intensified the pressure of his tongue on her clit, and with fevered moan that tore from her lips, she squirted her juices into his awaiting mouth. 

Feeling as if she'd just been on the world's fastest merry go round, Claudia gave a faint whimper, thrashing beneath his touch as he licked and sucked and moaned into her pussy. 

Even once he'd finished licking her and lifted his head from between her legs, she was still lightly trembling. But as he positioned his body so that he was laying beside her, the hazy fog of post-climax began to clear.

Well-tongued and thoroughly satiated, Claudia nuzzled against his masculine body. Protectively, he drew her closer so that her body was against his, and with their forms pressed sensually against one another, they gazed into each other's eyes. 

His touch held nothing but tenderness, and the way he held her in his arms let her know that he treasured her presence. But there was something about the way he was eyeing her that made her feel as if he had something on his mind. 

A few moments passed, then finally several moments before he shifted against her. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed dryly, and with a clear of his throat, he began to speak.

"I love you," he blurted out. "I don't care if It's been less than a month since we officially started going out, I've known it for awhile now and just had to let you know."

"Wow." For several long seconds, Claudia was completely quiet. "I wasn't expecting this at all. I mean I was eventually, but not so soon."

"I've wanted to say it for awhile now," he stated, "but I didn't want you to think I was trying to rush things along. So I figured I'd just keep it to myself until the time was right."

"Oh, sweetie." Her fingers lifted to graze his jawline, tracing the smooth, defined edge. 

"I love you too."

"Really?" His eyes peered very deeply into hers. "Because if you don't It's completely fine. I mean It's not fine of course because I'll be totally bummed, but I don't want you to say it out of pity or - "

She cut him off with a kiss, tongue slipping between the pads of his lips before entering the heat of his mouth. Now tinged with the taste of Claudia's juices, Tristan's mouth was soft and wet, his lips creating a delicious friction against her own. 

Sensually, he ran a palm along her thigh, gliding it further upward until he reached her hips. His palm came to a stop at her waist, and with a tenderness that made her sigh into his mouth, he slowly rubbed circles against the curve of her hip. Slowly they pulled away to break the seal of their lips, pupils equally dilated as their gazes locked and held.

"I do love you, Tristan," she said while staring into his eyes. "You know I do. You can feel that It's the truth."

Keenly observant and tuned into his woman's emotions, Tristan regarded her in silence. His eyes then shifted to her hair, taking in the way her long, tight curls were fanned out against the pillow. 

Perhaps seeking to find out if they were just as soft as they looked, he threaded his fingers through them, allowing his digits to slowly ease through the thick, glossy coils.

"You're beautiful, Claude," he said in a voice that was mellow and smooth. "I love everything about you."

"We've only been dating a few weeks, dork. Of course you love everything about me."

"No, I really do," he insisted. "You connect with me in a way that no one else really does. I feel good around you. Real happy, and you always make me smile."

"God, you're sweet," she said while brushing her nose against the tip of his. "You make me feel good too, baby, and I'm happy to have you in my life." 

Lowering his gaze to her body, Tristan's eyes swept the expanse of naked flesh that was on display before him. 

"Your skin is so pretty." His palm glided languidly along her waist, then up and over the hips that were still widening into their womanly shape. "I love how smooth and brown it is." 

Still caressing her skin, Tristan pressed his lips to the curve of her neck, delicately pressing kisses along it before brushing his lips over the curve of her breasts.

"I can't wait until we make love," he said through a breath that tickled her nipples. "It's going to be amazing, you know."

"Mhmmm," she lazily drawled, and as his penis began to harden against her thigh, she gazed down to watch it steadily rise. 

"You see the effect you have on me?" Tristan's breath fanned hot against her cheek. "I'm crazy about you, Claude."

Still watching his penis, she noticed the way it extended, steadily thickening as blood rushed into the shaft. 

"I notice you keep looking at it," Tristan said with a soft smile. "You do know that only makes it grow bigger, right?"

"Yeah." She tried to return the smile he was offering, but her lips remained still, eyes once again lowering to glace at his penis.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"No, not exactly..." A brief pause intercepted her words. "It's just that I'm a little nervous." 

"About what?"

"Having sex," she responded. "I'm just a little unsure if it will fit."

"You mean my penis..."

Claudia nodded, and he lowered his gaze to his now erect manhood. 

"It's big," Claudia stated. "Not porn star huge, but definitely larger than I expected it to be."

"Is that good or bad?" Tristan asked.

"Well...neither really, I guess," she started to say, but as a puzzled look crossed his face, she realized elaboration was necessary. "I'm just a little nervous. I mean, I've never had one inside me, so I'm guessing our first time is going to be really painful."

"I'll be gentle with you, bunny. You're my girl, so I'll do everything I can to make it feel good."

"You'll go slow?" She asked.

"Of course. And we'll make sure your muscles are nice and relaxed."

"Well I guess you could give me a massage," she said. "But I don't know how that'll make it hurt any less."

"Your inner muscles, babe." A faint smile quirked his lips. "We'll have to loosen them up a bit, make it so It's easier for me to slip inside."

"How will we do that?" She asked. 

"I've got a few ideas." 

Although reassured, Claudia still had her doubts. But she knew that Tristan would take good care of her, so for the most part, her concerns were assuaged.

"It'll be fine sweetness, I promise." Dark and soft, Tristan's eyes held a tenderness, a deep and inner warmth that made her body relax against his.

Holding each other close, they shared a sweet, tender kiss. Then snuggling beneath the comforter they cradled one another, falling asleep in each other's embrace.



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 04



Tattered and thin, the bedsheet that served as a covering for the bedroom window just barely filtered the sunlight. Awoken by its warm rays, Tyler stretched out his thin body, then lifted his head from the pillow before rising out of bed. Once on his feet, he slipped into a pair of jeans that were crumpled on the floor, and after securing them around his slender waist, pulled a T-shirt over his head.

Literally hurting from the absence of food, Tyler's stomach only contained the Pepsi and taquito he'd eaten the evening before. While it wasn't unusual for him to go to bed hungry, he did at least expect a light breakfast in the morning, and after sauntering into the kitchen, began rummaging through the fridge.

Aside from a pack of bologna and a nearly empty bottle of 7-up, the fridge was devoid of food. Directing his attention to the cabinets, he discovered there were a few cans of baked beans and a bag of white flour, but other than that, not much else was available to eat.

Deciding that he would open one of the cans of baked beans, Tyler retrieved a can opener from one of the lower drawers. But on noting that the floor of the trailer was beginning to shake, Tyler turned on his heel and readied himself to face the approacher. 

Along with the fact that the floor was vibrating, the scent of beer and cigarettes began to invade Tyler's nostrils, alerting him to the fact that his father was in close proximity to the kitchen. 

With an unsteady gait and brows that were pushed together, Tyler's father made his way into the tiny kitchen. Shifting himself just slightly, Tyler allowed his father to stumble past him, and on noticing how bleary eyed the older man was, Tyler instantly knew he was hungover.

"What you lookin' at, dummy?" Andy grumbled while passing his son, and with a curl of his lips, shoved Tyler out of his way.

Barely weighing 100 pounds, Tyler was no match for his father's meaty frame, but the look on his face was fierce, jaw clenching as he stared Andy down. Now at the refrigerator, Andy pulled it open and stuck his head inside, but on realizing that it was void of his favorite beverage, slammed the door shut and staggered towards his son.

"The hell you do with my beer?" He yelled in Tyler's face. "Had two cans left and now they're gone."

With a shrug of his shoulders, Tyler conveyed that he didn't know.

"Liar!" Spittle from Andy's mouth landed on Tyler's face. "You fuckin' drank it, didn't ya?"

Tyler firmly shook his head, but this only made Andy angrier.

"You're a liar and a thief, and you're a fucking deafie. You should have never been born, you little -"

Tyler turned away and silence immediately descended. He headed down the narrow hallway and towards the bedroom at the very back, where upon opening the door and stepping inside, he saw his mother, Sylvie, sitting on the bed. 

With a mug of coffee in hand, she was slowly sipping on it, but on noticing that her son had entered the room, she turned her head to give him a smile.

Returning it with one of his own, Tyler allowed his eyes to take in the bruise on her face, which was a fresh purple splotch located on the left side of her jaw. Angered by the sight of it, Tyler's lips began to flatten and a tightness came into his expression. For a moment he considered returning to the kitchen so that he could confront his abusive father, but what chance did he have of actually taking him down? 

*Nil* was the word that immediately went through Tyler's head, and on reaching the bed where his mother was seated, sat down beside her and gave her a sideways hug. She smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then signed some words before waiting for his response.

[Yes I'm hungry,] Tyler signed back. [Found a can of beans in the cabinet, but dad came into the kitchen so I didn't get a chance to open them up.]

[There's some Ramen noodles too.]

[Dad's in the kitchen. I don't wanna go in there.]

[You have to eat,] Sylvie signed, but as Tyler shook his head, she retrieved her purse from the nightstand and reached inside to grab a few dollars.

Accepting them from her, Tyler stuffed them into his pocket, then gave his mother a kiss on the cheek. Yet instead of rising to his feet and heading to the door, he gave his mother a long and very serious look.

Perhaps sensing that something was up, she gazed right back at him. But as a single tear slipped from the corner of his Tyler's eye, a look of concern took over Sylvie's pretty features.

[What's wrong?] She signed. 

[He won't stop beating you,] He signed back. [Why won't you leave him, mom? Why do you let him treat you like this?]

[I have no choice,] she conveyed with a gesture of her fingers. [No family, no friends. Where are we supposed to go?]

[Anywhere.] The urgency and distress he felt was conveyed through the movement of his fingers. [There must be someone who would be willing to help us. Someone who could give us a place to stay.]

[Who?] Her eyes filled with question marks.

[Someone.] Wanting her to believe there was hope, he enthusiastically signed the words. [There has to be *someone*.]

Sylvie started to sign back with her own response, but as her gaze landed beyond Tyler's shoulder, her body immediately stiffened. Turning his head, Tyler saw that his father had appeared in the doorway, and with a frown so deep it creased the spot between his brows, he stared directly at Sylvie.

"What did I tell you about using that dummy language?" Focusing his eyes on his wife, Andy slowly crossed the threshold.

"He's deaf, Andy," Sylvie quickly responded. "This is the only way I can communicate with him."

"Looks to me like you're talking behind my back."

"I'm not," Sylvie nervously said, but before Andy could advance any further, Tyler stood up from the bed, positioning himself between his mother and father.

"What's this?" Andy asked with a nasty sneer. "You think you can protect her from me?"

Standing his ground, Tyler stared his father firmly in the eye. 

"Get outta the way boy, before I knock you on your ass."

"Andy, please. Just leave him alone," Sylvie begged, but Andy clearly had other plans because he grabbed Tyler by the shoulder, then slammed him hard up against the wall.

"You wanna fuck with me, boy?" Andy's face contorted into a scowl. "Because if you wanna to take me on, I'd be more than happy to give you first shot."

More than certain that he was being provoked, Tyler narrowed his eyes and stiffened his body. His heart was pounding and his stomach had tightened, but as Andy slowly backed away from the wall, Tyler realized that his father was actually egging him on to fight. No longer scowling, Andy was now wearing a strange grin. 

"Go ahead, dummy," he jeered. "Show your old man what you got."

"Don't do this, Andy," Sylvie cried out. "He's just a boy."

"Shut up, Sylvie," Andy spat back.

With adrenaline pumping, Tyler balled his hands into fists. His chest thrust out and his stance became wide, but it was the way his breathing had gone loud that made both Sylvie and Andy realize just how angry he was.

Seemingly amused by Tyler's fighting stance, Andy offered a quiet chuckle. But as Tyler stepped forward and aimed a punch for his father's face, Andy immediately shifted into fight mode. With ridiculous ease, Andy caught his son's punch, then landed a powerful blow to his nose before following up with a sharp jab to the stomach. 

Thrown back from the force of it, Tyler collided with the nightstand, knocking off a couple of empty beer cans in the process before finally tumbling to the ground. In seconds Andy was hovering above him, fisting the collar of his shirt in his large and meaty hand.

"You little punk," he sneered. "You ever try to get between me and my wife again, I'll fucking *kill* you."

More humiliated than he was scared, Tyler looked up at his father with a flushed face and widened eyes. His bottom lip trembled, throat bobbing as he forced back the sobs that threatened to let loose. He could feel the blood from his nostrils trickling down and over his lips, but rather than wipe away the metallic tasting fluid, he only stared up at his father through tear blurred eyes. 

Slowly, Andy released his hold on Tyler's collar, but instead of stepping away and giving him room to stand up, Andy glared down at his defeated son. A few seconds passed, then several more before Tyler gradually rose up, using the solidness of the wall to help him regain his shaky footing. 

Still struggling to regain the breath that had been knocked out of his stomach, he huffed out a ragged sigh, then gave a harsh cough before wiping the blood that seeped from his nose. 

Too embarrassed to even glance at his mother, Tyler hid his eyes from her. But he could tell by the way she was sitting on the edge of the bed that she wanted to spring up off it and come to his aid. Perhaps sensing this, Andy stepped directly in front of her, using his body as a barrier so that she was thwarted from taking action.

With a bowed head and sagging shoulders, Tyler continued out of the bedroom, heading for the front of the trailer where he opened the door and stepped outside. After slamming the door behind him, he walked down the homemade wooden steps, then cut across the patchy grass and toward the road that led to the Qwik Mart.

The sun shone directly on his thin, angular face, browning the tawny skin that was offset by jet black hair. His collar was ripped and his nose was smeared with blood, but still he continued on, walking further down the gravel road. Just up ahead a car came into view, kicking up dust as it drove along. But instead of passing Tyler and continuing ahead, it began to slow down and then came to a complete stop. 

Shifting his eyes from the fancy chrome rims to the black tinted windows, Tyler realized that the car was definitely familiar. With a faint whirring noise, the driver's side window rolled down, slowly revealing a face that Tyler had seen just the night before. Wearing a blue bandana that was pulled down low over his eyes, the man who stared out at Tyler had a small scar just above his left cheek. 

"Damn little dude, the fuck happened to you?" 

Immediately recognizing the driver as Twitch, Tyler stepped toward the car. He procured a small notepad and pen from his back pocket, and after scribbling some words, held the pad out for Twitch to see.

"Your old man hit you," Twitch said after reading the note.

Tyler nodded.

"That's fucked up, man." Twitch said, and directing his gaze towards the path behind Tyler, gestured with his chin towards an aging mobile home. "Is that where you live?"

Tyler nodded again.

"Where you headed?"

*Qwik Mart,* Tyler jotted down.

"If you're hungry, I can take you to get something to eat. I'm talking about a home cooked meal, okay? Not some dinky convenience food." 

Tyler gave him a nod.

"So get in, and we'll get you something to eat."

Glancing past Twitch and into the passenger's seat, Tyler saw there was a guy around Twitch's age, which if Tyler had to guess, was around twenty or twenty-one years old. Although the guy who sat beside Twitch greeted Tyler with a nod of the head, his eyes remained hard and cold, and that made Tyler uncertain about taking the ride. 

"What, you think we gonna kidnap you or something?" Taking note of Tyler's hesitancy, Twitch gave him a dry chuckle. "This is the reservation, kid. We're all family around here."

Offering a small smile in return, Tyler gently nodded his head. From somewhere deep in his belly came a sharp hunger pain, so strong and unrelenting it nearly made him whimper out loud. 

In his pocket was a measly three dollars, which would get him a breakfast burrito and a can of soda, but he was tired of eating convenience store junk. He wanted real food, the kind you ate with a fork and a knife, and if it meant taking a ride with Twitch and his unsavory friends, then so be it. 

Twitch seemed nice enough, so Tyler was willing to take the risk. And besides, they were all Natives just like him, so they were probably being truthful about getting him something to eat. Reaching for the car door handle, Tyler gave it a tug, and as it opened to allow him entry, he slipped into the rear of the car. 

A few seconds later Twitch put the car into drive, and the tinted Lincoln took off, taking Tyler towards an uncertain destination.

* * * *

Situated on a steep hill just east of the city's business district, Capitol Hill was home to a diverse mix of students, young professionals, and struggling musicians. Along with coffeehouses, taverns and bars, the neighborhood was filled with unique shops, as well as a number of trendy clubs. 

Invigorated by the neighborhood's funky vibe, Claudia strolled the streets hand in hand with Tristan, who was casually chatting with Ethan. Equally excited to be out exploring the streets, Kimi pointed out certain shops that she found especially interesting.

Upon passing a certain establishment, Kimi was immediately drawn to the window, and on noting a neon sign that proclaimed said establishment as a body piercing shop, Claudia joined Kimi at the window.

"Let's go in," Kimi said as Claudia joined her side. "We've been wanting to get a piercing since like forever, so why not just do it right now?"

"What kind of a piercing?" Claudia asked. 

"Well, I was thinking about getting barbells through my nipples, but as for what *you* should get pierced, It's entirely up to you, babe."

"Really?" Claudia's brows lifted as she studied Kimi's face. "You're actually getting barbells through your nipples?"

"Sure, why not?" Kimi responded.

"Because I don't want you to, that's why not," Ethan stated from behind them, and as Kimi turned to face him, he gave her a hard, serious look. "No way are you getting your nipples pierced, Kimi. I don't want some dude checking out your tits."

"What if It's a female?" Kimi asked. "Would you be okay with it then?"

"I don't know..." And from the way he gently frowned, it seemed that he really didn't. "I mean I guess I would, but only if there weren't any guys around." 

"Oh God, Ethan." Kimi playfully rolled her eyes. "You are like, way too jealous, you know that?"

"Any guy who cares about his girl would feel the same," and shifting his gaze to Tristan, Ethan requested his input. "Back me up here, Tristan. You'd feel the same about Claudia, wouldn't you?"

"Definitely," Tristan said. "I wouldn't want a guy checking her boobs out, either."

"But It's our bodies," Kimi rebutted. "So It's ultimately up to us what we do with them."

"We're your boyfriends," Ethan stated. "Which means that we *do* have a say, and the least you can do is to consider our feelings."

"Oh, I'm considering them," Kimi said. "Which is why I'll get a female piercer to do the job."

"And no guys around while she's doing it," Ethan firmly demanded, but Kimi was already opening the door and heading inside of the brightly lit shop. 

Following closely behind her, Ethan trailed her to the counter. Tristan and Claudia weren't too far behind, and on reaching the front counter, Claudia found her attention captured by a wall of client photographs. Along with the usual facial piercings, there were also a number of snapshots that showed genital piercings, and fascinated by the explicit photos, she walked closer to have a better look. 

Noting how curious she was, Tristan sidled up next to her, and after a few moments of simply staring in silence, he finally shifted his attention to her face. 

"So...which one of these are you thinking of getting?"

"Well, I definitely want a third hole in my ear," she said while continuing to scan the various images. "But I'm thinking I should do something else as well."

"You're already beautiful as it is," he said. "In my opinion, ear piercings would be more than enough."

"You're sweet," she said, and just briefly her lashes lowered to cover her brown eyes. 

""I mean it," he said while slipping an arm around her waist. "You really don't need any extra embellishments, but if you want to get a third hole in your ear, I'd be okay with that."

Turning her gaze back on the photos that were displayed, Claudia found her gaze pinned intently on a certain one.

"Would you ever get one of those?" She asked while pointing towards a photograph that showed a ring pierced through the head of a penis.

"If you wanted me to, yeah." 

"Seriously?" Claudia's eyes went wide with shock.

"Sure. If it was something that turned you on, then I don't see why not. Whatever makes you more attracted to me, I'm pretty much down for." 

"Well alright, Tristan!" Having overheard their conversation, Kimi was giving him an approving smile. "I never knew you were so adventurous. This is definitely a surprise."

"Seriously, dude?" Clearly nowhere as enthused as Kimi, Ethan regarded Tristan with an expression of disbelief. "Getting your schlong pierced would be incredibly painful. Not to mention they could hit a nerve and completely screw things up."

"Stop scaring him," Kimi said. "Odds of that happening are probably low. If he wants to get his cock pierced for Claudia's pleasure, then let him. It's their sex life, not ours."

"He's not getting the piercing," Claudia said. "I never wanted him to in the first place. And besides, he's already perfect down there as is."

"Oh..." Shifting her eyes to Tristan, Kimi gave him a smirk, then looked back at Claudia before declaring, "Well hey, that's cool. I mean It's good to know that you're *satisfied*."

"Very," Claudia stated, and noting the way Kimi's eyes had lit up with curiosity, Claudia gave her a crooked smile.

As the sound of footsteps approached from behind them, the four teens shifted their eyes, focusing them on a tattooed female with platinum blonde hair and bright red lipstick. Wearing a monogrammed necklace that identified her as 'Darlencia,' the piercing artist looked from Claudia to Kimi, and then back again. 

"Which one of you girls wanted the nipple piercings?"

"That would be me," Kimi said, and after giving Ethan a quick peck on the lips, she

grabbed Claudia's hand to bring her along for support.

Obscured by a black velvet curtain, the piercing booth smelled strongly of antiseptic, and was outfitted by metal cabinets that held various types of jewelry. After being seated in a leather chair, Kimi was asked to remove her top and bra, then with hands that were covered in rubber gloves, Darlencia set out the equipment on a stainless steel tray. 

Once everything was prepared, Darlencia soaked a cotton ball in some sterilizing fluid, then very gingerly, began to rub it against Kimi's nipples. 

"Sorry if this feels uncomfortable for you," Darlencia said. "I know the solution is kind of cold."

"No problem," Kimi replied. "It actually feels pretty good, so take your time."

"Kimi!" The gin on Claudia's face revealed her amusement.

"What?" Kimi's eyes were lit with an inner glow. "I have really sensitive nipples, okay? So anyone who touches them gets a reaction out of me."

"It's perfectly normal for that happen," Darlencia said while briefly looking at Claudia. "Nipples are erogenous zones, so for a lot of girls all it takes is a slight touch and they get turned on."

"See?" Kimi said to Claudia. "She says It's perfectly normal, so guess I'm not such a freak after all."

"Hey, I like freaks," Claudia said with a smile. "Tristan is pretty darn freaky himself, so you won't hear me complaining.

"Speaking of Tristan," Kimi started, "Give me the details on you two. I mean clearly you've seen him fully unclothed, so I wanna know how big it is. I also wanna know if It's anything like you expected."

"Just get right to the point, huh Kimi?" A touch of a smile tilted the corners of her lips. "Don't ever change, I really love that about you."




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 04



Now using a felt pen to mark two dots on each side of Kimi's nipples, Darlencia smiled at the chit chat that the girls were engaging in.

"So if you love my straightforwardness, then give it to me," Kimi said. "Fill me in on what's going on."

"Well, we're getting pretty close to having...to doing..." Claudia started to say, but on shifting her eyes to Darlencia's face, she felt her face heat up.

"You can say the word, Claude." Kimi's tone held a note of annoyance. "I'm sure Darlencia has had sex before, so It's not like you need to censor yourself."

"Yeah, please don't hold back because of me," Darlencia said to Claudia. "I work in a tattoo and piercing shop, so believe me when I say I've heard and seen things that you couldn't even imagine."

"You see? She's totally cool," Kimi said. "So go ahead, tell me about Tristan's cock."

Chuckling at the exact same time, Claudia and Darlencia shared a smile. But Kimi had closed her eyes in preparation for the long, thin needle that would soon be inserted through her nipple.

"Well, It's larger than I expected. And when I say large, I mean It's big enough to make me wonder if having sex with him would be a good idea."

"That huge, huh?" Kimi's brows lifted in appreciation. "Wow, I never would have guessed."

"Yeah, so now I'm *super* nervous. I mean what if he tears something down there, or it just won't fit at all?"

"It'll fit," Darlencia said while applying a topical anesthetic to Kimi's nipples. "Women give birth to babies, remember? So his penis *will* fit inside of you."

"But I'm a virgin," Claudia said. "The biggest thing I've ever stuck inside me is a tampon, and even *that* hurts."

"When you say that your boyfriend is large," Darlencia said, "Do you mean length or widthwise?"

"Mostly lengthwise, but he's got pretty sizeable girth as well."

"Lube," she said. "And lots of it."

"How can I stretch myself out though?" Claudia asked. "Should I have him finger me more, or what?"

"Fingering would definitely be good," Darlencia said. "But I suggest that you start using a dildo. A larger sized one, so that your vagina gets used to the feeling of being stretched."

"So I use a dildo right before having sex, and then it won't hurt when he sticks it in?"

"You've gotta do it over a couple of weeks, honey. Give yourself time to train those inner muscles."

"What if I don't have a couple of weeks?"

"Well, then you use tons of lube and make sure he goes nice and slow. And if it feels like It's just too much for you to handle, don't let him push it all the way in."

Using clamps to pull the skin around Kimi's nipple taut, Darlencia picked up the needle and positioned it against her left breast. Dryly swallowing, Kimi grabbed Claudia's hand, but as the needle began to pierce Kimi's nipple, the gentle hold on Claudia's hand began to feel more like a death lock. 

Sucking in a deep, unsteady breath, Kimi squeezed her eyes shut. It wasn't until the barbell had been inserted that she finally let it out, and after the second nipple had been pierced as well, Darlencia held a hand mirror in front of Kimi's breasts.

"Awesome," Kimi said while checking out the reflection of her nipples. "I absolutely love them."

"I'm sure your boyfriend will too," Darlencia said, and as Kimi slipped into her bra and shirt, Darlencia's eyes shifted to Claudia's face. "Your turn."

"Oh, I'm not getting my nipples pierced," Claudia said. "I just wanted a third hole in my ears."

"Yeah, that's what I meant, hon." Darlencia gave her a warm smile, then patted the leather chair so that Claudia would sit down.

Once she was comfortably positioned, Darlencia changed her gloves, then got to work at 

positioning all the materials on a stainless steel tray. After sterilizing Claudia's ears with an alcohol swab, she marked the piercing site with a felt tip pen. Then, very carefully, she stuck the piercing needle through the upper lobe of Claudia's left ear. 

With just as much precision, she repeated the procedure with the other ear, and after inserting two flower shaped studs, she held a hand mirror up for Claudia to see.

"Nice." Claudia nodded her head in approval. "Very pretty."

"So, how old are you girls anyways?" Darlencia asked while accepting the mirror from Claudia's hand.

"Eighteen," they said in perfect unison.

"I'm twenty-one," Darlencia replied. "You two going to college, or planning on working instead?"

"College," Claudia said. "We've both been accepted to University of Montana.

"Congratulations." Darlencia pulled off her rubber gloves, then disposed them in a stainless steel trash can. "I've just been accepted to Seattle University so I'll be starting this fall."

"Well congratulations as well," Kimi said. "Have you decided on a major?"

"Film studies," she replied. "With a minor in photography."

"I'm thinking of Liberal Studies with a minor in social welfare," Claudia said.

"Nice," Darlencia responded before shifting her attention to Kimi. "And what about you?"

"Family Life Education, with a minor in ASL interpreting."

"ASL...that's sign language, right?"

Kimi nodded.

"Right on. Sounds like you both have a pretty solid path planned out."

"Yep," Kimi replied. "Now if college could just hurry up and start already, that'd be really cool."

"That's what you say now," Darlencia said. "But once you start college, you're gonna wish it was summer again."

"Maybe so, but I really am excited about going away to college. For the first time in my life I'll finally be an actual adult."

The smile that crossed Darlencia's lips was one of mild amusement. "You guys aren't from around here, are you?"

"No, we're from Montana," Claudia said.

"That explains it." She gently nodded, then stood from the stool that she was sitting on.

"That explains what?" Kimi asked. "Do we seem like really out of place here, or what?"

"Not out of place, just different. But It's not a bad thing, so don't worry about it." Retrieving her cell phone from the counter, she tapped the touchscreen a couple of times. "You guys wanna trade numbers, maybe we could meet up sometime."

"That'd be cool," Claudia said, and at this she exchanged numbers with Darlencia.

Upon reaching the front of the tattoo parlor, Kimi and Claudia said their goodbyes to Darlencia, but they didn't get out the door before Darlencia spoke a few last words.

"So Claudia, remember that advice I gave you." Just briefly, she shifted her gaze to Tristan. "And try not to worry, alright? I'm sure everything will work out just fine."

"Thanks, and I'm sure it will, too." Claudia gave her a smile, then along with Kimi and Ethan, led Tristan towards the door and out onto the street.

"So, what advice did she give you?" Tristan asked as they passed a street musician who was playing an acoustic guitar.

"Oh, it was just girl stuff," Claudia replied, and hoping to discourage him from asking any more questions, she said, "I'm hungry, what about you?"

"Yeah, I could eat something."

"Let's go to Linda's Tavern," Claudia said.

"Why? What's there?" Kimi asked.

"It was one of Kurt Cobain's hangouts," Claudia said. 

"Oh yeah, I think I remember reading that in his biography," Tristan stated. 

"What is it with you two and Kurt Cobain?" Kimi asked. "Both of you are like totally obsessed with him."

"We are not," Tristan and Claudia said simultaneously, then shared a little smile before linking hands.

"Sharing the same thoughts already?" A smirk crossed Kimi's lips. "Next you'll be finishing each other's sentences."

"And gazing into each other's eyes as if no one else in the world exists," Ethan added.

"I could say the same of you two," Claudia said. "I mean hello, you two were being totally mushy during prom."

"You should see us in the bedroom," Kimi said. "We're a lot less mushy, and more wild, right honey bear?" 

"That's right, angel face," Ethan responded, and the arm wrapped around her waist began to tighten.

"Spare us the details," Claudia said. "Knowing how you are, Kimi, you'd probably give us the X-rated version. 

"Speaking of X-rated, there's an adult store across the street," Kimi said. "Anyone up for checking it out?"

"Sure," Ethan replied, and with a glance behind him, looked at Tristan and Claudia. "You two innocents down to accompany us, or would you rather wait outside?"

"Innocents?" Claudia lifted an eyebrow. "Tristan and I are anything but innocent. And of course we'll come inside. We'll probably get a few toys of our own while we're in there."

"We will?" As surprise sunk in, Tristan's eyes went a little wider. 

"Sure, why not?" Claudia asked, and her fingers linked tighter with his, thumb rubbing the back of his hand with a gentle tenderness. 

Sharing a crooked smile, Kimi and Ethan continued ahead, leading Tristin and Claudia across the street and through the double doors of the adult shop.

* * * *

With shopping bags in hand and bellies full of Chinese food, Claudia and Kimi entered the house, quickly punching in the code to the alarm system before shutting the door behind them. Although illuminated by stylish track lighting, the lower half of the townhome was completely empty. Aside from the soft hum of the dishwasher, the house was utterly silent, leading Claudia to realize that she and Kimi were the only ones there.

"I guess no one's home, huh?" She set her packages on the floor, then undid the laces on her stylish ankle boots before kicking them off. 

"Guess not," Kimi said, but on noticing a post-it that had been attached to the entryway mirror, she removed it from the glass and read it aloud:

"Went to dinner with some friends. We won't be back until midnight, so keep the house safe for us while we're gone. Enjoy yourselves."

"So we've got the house to ourselves for the next five hours?" 

"Looks like it," Kimi responded.

"Too bad the boys aren't here with us, huh?" She shrugged out of her jacket before asking, "Speaking of Tristan and Ethan, why exactly did they pick tonight to go off by themselves?"

"I don't know, guess they needed a boy's night out or something."

"But we just arrived yesterday," Claudia said. "They can't already be tired of us."

"They're guys, Claude. No point in even trying to figure them out."

But Claudia did want to figure it out, and sporting a light frown, she pushed her lip out into a pout. 

"Well I think it sucks and that they should be with us. I mean they didn't even ask if we wanted to come along."

"Hence the meaning of a boy's night out. *Boys*, Claude. Which means only people with dicks are allowed."

"But we bought toys." Retrieving the bag from the floor, Claudia glanced into it. "I mean what good is all this stuff, if we don't even have our guys to try it out with?"

"Who says we need guys?" Kimi's gaze had softened, eye contact becoming firm as she stared into Claudia's eyes. "There's the two of us, right? So why don't we just try the toys out on each other?"

"What?" 

"You heard what I said." Her tone was friendly, but the look on her face made Claudia's skin break out in a flush.

"But we have boyfriends, Kimi. Wouldn't that be like cheating?"

"What if I said that they were okay with it?" She asked. "What if I told you that the reason they decided to go off on their own, was because I asked them to give us some alone time?"

"Tristan wouldn't go for that," Claudia said. "He would never share me with anyone."

"But what if he would?" A mischievous gleam had come into Kimi's eyes. "If Tristan and Ethan were okay with you and I being together, would you be interested in fooling around?"

"You mean this whole thing was set up?" 

"That's not what I said," Kimi replied. "But I am very interested in hearing your response."

"I don't know..." Caught somewhere between desire and confusion, Claudia was having trouble working out a response. "I mean I guess I might be open to a little touching, but only if Tristan was absolutely okay with it. I'd have to ask him first to be certain that he was."

No response from Kimi, only a look of pure astonishment that caused her mouth to go slack.

"What?" Claudia asked, but no sooner had she posed the question, did she figure it out for herself. "Oh God, you were joking, weren't you?"

Kimi slowly nodded.

"You tricked me!" Claudia's face felt impossibly hot. "You totally made me think that you were hitting on me."

"Well technically speaking I was," Kimi answered. "But now that I know you'd be open to fooling around with me, it makes me realize you aren't so innocent after all."

"Of course I'm not innocent," Claudia stated. "I told you I wasn't."

"Does Tristan know of your interest in girls?" 

"No, and why should he? It's not like I'm bisexual or anything, just a little curious." 

"Curious enough to try it out with me, apparently, which I find really interesting, considering that you once told me you weren't into girls."

"Because I'm not," Claudia responded. "I mean, I don't just go out on the street and feel an attraction to every girl that I see."

"So I'm special?" Kimi's eyes lit up.

"No," she replied before hastily adding, "I mean of course you are, you're my best friend. But It's not like I've fantasized about you or anything. It's just curiosity, you know?"

"I'm just give you a hard time," Kimi said. "But I think It's totally cute that you got all flustered and nervous."

"I did not," Claudia said, but Kimi only smiled at her before heading back towards the door. 

"I think I forgot one of my bags outside," Kimi said. "Why don't you head up to your bedroom, and I'll meet you up there in a minute, okay?"

Before Claudia could give a response, Kimi had slipped out the door and closed it behind her, leaving Claudia perplexed as to her rapid departure. Following Kimi's suggestion, she made her way up the spiral staircase, she ascended to the second floor, and on reaching the bedroom where she and Tristan were staying, turned the knob and entered.

On noticing that the room was filled with a warm, flickering glow, Claudia stepped further inside, and that was when she realized there were candles everywhere. Along with a dozen large glass vases that held white pillar candles, there were also several large red candles placed along the floor right next to the bed. 

Shifting her gaze to the dresser, she noticed that half a dozen tealights were situated upon it. She could have stood there much longer just gaping at the romantic display, but as an arm wrapped around her waist, a gentle smile touched her lips. 

Solid and warm, the body that pressed against her from behind smelled faintly of cologne. But beneath that man-made fragrance was a natural one - a musk of masculinity that made Claudia's knees loosen and her nerve endings tingle. 

Warm and ghosting damply against her skin, Tristan's breath smelled of mint. The scent of his shampoo drifted into her nostrils and for a moment it was all she could focus on, but as he trailed a soft, smooth object along her lips, she eased out a soft sigh.

Recognizing the scent as that belonging to a rose, Claudia deeply inhaled, taking in its strong, rich scent. Thick and velvety, the petals of the flower felt delicious, caressing the the length of her slim neck before drifting along the swells of her breasts. Reacting to the touch of the rose, her nipples perked up, pushing firmly against the scoop neck shirt that clung to her slim torso. 

Perhaps focusing on her erect peak, Tristan allowed his thumb to swipe across it, then pressed his lips to the crook of her neck so that he could tenderly kiss and suckle it. Reveling in the sensation, Claudia lolled her head back, but no sooner had she begun to faintly moan, did he lift his lips to speak softly into her ear.

"Turn around."

Obeying his request, she adjusted her body so they were face to face, and gazing deeply into his eyes, she accepted the red rose as he handed it to her.

"So, what do you think?" Tristan asked. "Do you like what I did with the bedroom?" 

"Are you kidding?" Still wide-eyed, Claudia looked at him with adoration. "I love it."

"Good." His thumbs graced the edge of her jaw, slowly moving further down before caressing the curve of her shoulder.

"What brought all of this on?" Her voice was husky now, muscles losing tension as his hands slid along her hips. 

"Just thought It'd be nice if we spent a romantic evening together." 

Loving the raspiness of his voice, Claudia pressed into his touch. "So this is why you and Ethan went off on your own...

"Yep." Now grasping her waist, Tristan pulled her firmer against him. "I needed an excuse to get away, so I could come back to the house and set things up." 

"Did you know that Aurora and her fiancée were going to be gone, or was that a part of your plan as well?"

"Ethan told me earlier this morning, so I figured if we had any chance of being completely alone, tonight would be our best shot."

"So I'm guessing Ethan and Kimi went off somewhere, too."

"They're hanging out with a friend of Ethan's." Now undoing the button and zipper on her jeans, Tristan's fingers moved with a deftness that was a little bewitching. 

Unhurriedly, he slipped his hand into the front of her pants, and as his palm cupped the fleshy folds of her vagina, she emitted a faint sigh.

"I want to make you mine, Claude," he said in a breathy sort of whisper.

"I already am yours, silly."

No, I mean really make you mine. In that special physical way..." Still caressing the heat between her thighs, Tristan allowed his thumb to stroke her clitoris. 

Moaning in response, Claudia pressed herself against his palm, loving the possessive way in which he cupped her womanhood. Helpless to do anything except allow him to pleasure her, Claudia lolled her head back, and as his mouth moved in to press against her own, she parted her lips. Relishing the heat of his mouth, Claudia allowed him to take lead, loving the way his tongue stroked and caressed her own silky appendage.

As they drew back from the kiss, Tristan's dark eyes stared unblinking into hers, transfixing her with their intensity. Allowing his fingers to slip beneath the hem of her shirt, Tristan tugged it upward, then over her head before tossing it aside. 

After unhooking her bra, he removed the straps from her shoulders, and as the cool air hit her breasts, Claudia's nipples immediately perked up. Cupping each of her breasts into his hands, Tristan ran his thumbs over the nipples, then rolled them between his thumb and forefingers before giving them a gentle tweak. 

Although large, his hands possessed a tender gentleness, and utterly at ease beneath his touch, Claudia allowed her body to go lax. Eager to fully unclothe her, Tristan lowered himself to his knees, and after removing her jeans and panties, positioned his head between her thighs. 

Instinctively her fingers threaded into his hair, and as his warm, wet tongue licked a trail up her slit, Claudia clenched his strands and let loose a faint cry. Encouraged by her reaction, Tristan hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, then wedged his tongue between her swollen lips so he could lap up her honeyed juices.

Preoccupied with the wet sounds of him eating her out, Claudia didn't even realize she was whimpering, but as her gentle cries steadily rose in volume, the strokes of his tongue increased in speed. No longer just grasping his hair, she was tightly fisting it, but as his tongue began to roll and wiggle against her clit, a gasp tore from her parted lips.

"I'm gonna come," she moaned, and her jaw fell open, hips jerking forward as her juices squirted out. 

Overwhelmed by rhythmic convulsions, Claudia's breasts jiggled and her back involuntarily arched. Along with the taste of her fluids, the sound of her climaxing egged Tristan on, causing him to groan into her pussy as she exploded against his mouth. 




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 04



Once her moans died down and the flow of juices came to a stop, Tristan withdrew his head from between her legs. But only after pressing a soft kiss to each inner thigh, did he unhook her leg from her shoulder and rise to his feet. 

Covered in her musky essence, his mouth was shiny and slick, but with a swipe of his hand across his lips, he was ready to initiate a kiss. Although brief, it was passionate enough to leave her wanting more, and as he pulled back and began to disrobe, her attention shifted to the movement of his hands.

Although quick, his fingers weren't moving quite as rapidly as she would have liked, so while he stripped out of his shirt, she unbuckled the belt that encircled his slim waist. 

"I love the way you get so wet," he breathed while watching her undo his pants. "The way you squirt in my mouth gets me really fucking hard."

Lowering her gaze to his crotch, she saw that the word "hard" was an understatement for the erection he was sporting. In fact it looked rather painful, and after freeing it from his pants and boxers, she pulled him over towards the bed. As soon as they reached it, Claudia fell back onto the mattress, and taking his rightful place above her, Tristan slid on top of her soft body. 

By the time he positioned himself between her legs, Claudia wasn't just ready to receive him, but desperate for the sensation of his manhood sliding deep inside her. But along with the incredible horniness that she felt, there was also a coil of nervousness that had wound itself tightly in her stomach.

I'm going to do it. 

Her pulse quickened as she felt Tristan's hardness brush against her inner thigh. 

I'm actually going to lose my virginity.

Adrenaline coursed through her body as she gazed up at the young man who would be her very first, and in response, Tristan lowered his lips and pressed them softly against her own. While his tongue searched her mouth, his hand caressed her thigh, fingers gliding towards the wet heat hidden deep inside of her. Slowly, and with an undeniable sensuousness, one of his digits delved into the warmth. 

Hypersensitive from her orgasm, Claudia's pussy clenched around it, but as he gradually worked a second finger into her tightness, a cry erupted from between her full lips. 

Moving slowly, Tristan's digits probed her with a languid sort of rhythm, but as they picked up tempo she began to urge him on, rolling her hips to punctuate the intense desire that was building within. It only took a few minutes of manipulation before he had her moaning, and with legs spread wide to accommodate his body, Claudia spoke those words he'd been waiting to hear.

"I'm ready," she heavily breathed. "Put it inside me."

The smooth press of his pelvic bone against hers was the signal that he was preparing to enter her, but as the head of his penis nudged between the petals of her sex, she fought her way through the dizzying lust that had completely enveloped her.

"Wait." Claudia placed a hand against his broad chest.

"What's wrong?" Tristan's face went slack with disappointment. "I thought this was what you wanted."

"I *do* want it," she replied.

A question mark came into his eyes.

"You have to wear a condom."

"Oh, right." His eyes softened, and in one swift motion, he reached out a hand to open the nightstand drawer. "Sorry, sweetness. I was just so excited that I totally forgot."

Having prepared for their special moment, Tristan located a box of Magnums, and after hurriedly opening the package, he retrieved a foil-wrapped condom. Once he slipped it over his hardness, Tristan grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer, then used a copious amount to slick up his erection. 

Now ready for penetration, Tristan's cock jutted stiffly into the air. Hungering for the feel of it, Claudia watched as he guided it between her petal-like folds, but instead of immediately pushing in, he took a moment to gaze down at her body.

Eyeing her with those dark, bottomless eyes, Tristan focused on the quick up and down movement of her chest. Perhaps noting her nervousness, he angled his mouth to give her a soft kiss, then slowly pulled back to whisper a few words against her lips. 

"I'll go slow," he quietly said before brushing his nose against hers. "I promise."

With a nod of her head, Claudia let him know that she trusted him fully. Her hands went up to his shoulders, clutching their solidness in preparation, but she barely had time to notice the shift of his hips, because he suddenly pushed forward, easing into her tight, silky heat. 

Claudia's eyes widened, gasp slipping from her throat as stretched her open. Inch by inch, he slowly sunk deeper, until he reached the thin layer of tissue that served as her virginal barrier. Gently, but with an eagerness that created a sharp, stretching pain, Tristan broke past her hymen and into the depths of her warm, welcoming heat.

Whimpering in pain, Claudia tightly gripped his back, sinking her nails into his flesh as he pushed deeper into her snugness. Somewhere through the fog of discomfort she was aware of Tristan easing out a long, low moan, but it was difficult to concentrate on anything except the way she was stretching around his long, thick cock.

To her it seemed that she was impossibly tight, and for a moment she was certain that he would split her in half, but soon the pain of him tearing through her, gave way to the sensation of being completely filled. Still clutching his shoulders, Claudia moaned as he finally bottomed out, but instead of shifting his hips to pull back out, Tristan stilled his body above her.

"You okay?" Gazing at her with uncertainty, he allowed his eyes to study her face.

"Uh-huh." Slightly breathless from the intensity of it all, she gently nodded to reassure him. 

Offering a soft smile in return, Tristan allowed his hips to once again move, and as her wetness slicked his already slippery girth, the power of his strokes steadily increased. A moan left his mouth at her tightness, hips moving quicker as he built up a rhythm. Focusing his dark, bottomless eyes on her, Tristan silently communicated what words never could, and it was at this very moment that Claudia realized they had become one. 

Their energy was melding, hips rolling with an identical motion that wasn't just fluid, but uncannily synchronized. Although the physical pleasure they received was overwhelming, there was something more that they seemed to be exchanging; something primal and metaphysical, a spiritual energy that hung tangibly in the air. 

It wasn't just euphoria clouding her mind, Claudia could feel him deep in her soul, transferring energy through his hot, hard penis and deep into her womanly center.

Feeling as if he were the channeler and she the receiver, Claudia held his gaze. She didn't know how he managed to do what he did, but it almost felt as if she were being put into a meditative state. 

Each stroke that he gave filled her with unbelievable warmth, coursing not only through her body but actually flowing through her veins. It seemed dubious, almost, that he had the power to do such a thing, but it was real and it was happening, and theirs was a connection not like many others. 

Maintaining slow, deliciously deep strokes, Tristan lowered his head to her perky tits, taking one of her nipples into his mouth so he could suckle and flick it with the tip of his tongue. The moan she released let Tristan know that her nipples were especially sensitive, and he sucked them until they were long and jutting out with incredible stiffness.

Savoring the friction of his penis, Claudia rolled her hips a little quicker against his, but as his slow, torturous pace became too much for her to handle, she moved her palms to his ass and gently pressed against the flexing muscles.

"Harder, babe," she breathed. "You can go faster, it won't hurt me."

"You sure?" His eyes searched hers to be entirely certain, and as she nodded her consent, their lovemaking immediately kicked into overdrive.

Tilting his hips so he could thrust even deeper, Tristan placed his palms against her thighs, widening them further so that his access to her pussy was completely unobstructed. Wet and open for his long, hard cock, Claudia's womanhood was filled completely, gushing a slick clear fluid that made the spot directly beneath her slick and damp.

Although she couldn't see his cock thrusting in and out, she could definitely imagine it, and as he pistoned in and out of her tight little hole, her moans became breathy and wanton. Virile and young, Tristan's body possessed a level of energy that made her clutch his shoulders and wrap her legs around his waist.

Alternating between deep, slow thrusts and quick, passionate ones, Claudia was kept on the verge of climax, and whimpering for the release he seemed so intent on delaying. Naked and spread wide open, Claudia arched and cried out beneath him, her torso beaded with the sweat that rolled from his chest and onto her dark brown skin.

Adjusting the angle of his hips, Tristan lifted her right leg onto his shoulder, then rocked his hips with a smooth, steady rhythm so that his cock pumped that spot located deep inside of her. 

"Tristan..." Her breaths were choppy now, breasts jiggling and body trembling with every thrust. "Babe, I'm gonna cum."

"You like that?" His voice came out husky, eyes glimmering with pride at the way she panted. "Hard and deep, that's the way you like to get fucked, huh baby?"

She nodded, then whimpered as she felt her body become tight, and as his hips worked quicker to drive her over the edge, Claudia moaned and arched her back.

"Squirt for me, baby," he softly murmured while gazing into her half-lidded eyes. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."

Spurred on by his low, smooth voice, she gave in to the pressure, clenching tightly around his cock and digging her nails deep into his back. Still drilling her at a fervent pace, Tristan pumped Claudia's pussy a few more times, then gave a guttural grunt as he shot thick spunk into the condom. 

Still clinging onto his shoulders, Claudia sighed as he adjusted his weight, then gave a little whimper as he slowly pulled out. Having been so completely filled, it felt a little strange no longer having him inside her, but as he pulled the condom off his deflating cock, she noticed there were streaks of blood on it. 

Following her line of sigh, Tristan saw that she was eyeing the used prophylactic, and on seeing the blood for himself, a look of guilt passed through his eyes.

"I'm fine," she said while noting his concerned expression. "The pain passed quickly, and once you pushed all the way in, I was totally enjoying it."

A smile quirked his mouth and he graced her lips with a lingering kiss, then pulled back to look in her eyes before saying, "Be right back, okay bunny?"

With a nod, she watched him go, heading to the attached bathroom before returning with a washcloth. Gingerly, he placed it against the spot that was still tender from their lovemaking. Using the gentlest touch, Tristan glided the towel along her vaginal lips, cleaning off the blood and clear fluid that slickened the petals of her sex. 

Noticing that her thighs were also wet, he took a moment to clean them off as well, then set the towel aside and pulled open the nightstand.

Curious as to what he was retrieving, Claudia lowered her gaze to the open drawer, and on watching him lift out a small leather pouch with fringe, she realized it was Native American in design. Although she knew absolutely nothing about its history, Claudia could feel the spiritual energy it possessed, and as Tristan brought it closer towards her, she lifted herself up and positioned her back against the headboard.

"This is a medicine bag," Tristan said while holding it in his hand. "It's been blessed by my grandfather, who's a greatly respected and powerful medicine man. It's holding a few things that are sacred to the Blackfoot, as well as a couple of items that I feel represent our deep connection."

Around the size of Claudia's fist, the medicine bag was tan in color, and made from buckskin that was decorated by an intricate bead design. Noting that a spotted feather was attached to the pouch, Claudia reached out to lightly stroke it, but on remembering its spiritual importance, she promptly pulled back her hand.

"I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't be touching it, right? I mean it's probably sacred, since It's been blessed by your grandfather and all."

"You can touch it all you want," Tristan said. "It belongs to you now."

"Really?" Her brows rose, eyes slightly widening as she realized he was seriously handing it over. "But why? Isn't it like a family heirloom or something?"

"It's been in my family for years, but that's part of the reason I want you to have it. And as for why I'm giving it to you, that should be fairly obvious."

She wasn't stupid of course, and she did have an idea of why he was giving it to her, but it still made her want to hear those words that she already knew he would speak. Rather than say them, however, Tristan looped the cord of the medicine bag around her neck, situating it so that it was perfectly between her bare, perky breasts. 

Caressing her jaw with his thumb, he allowed his finger to trace the curve of her face, then brought his lips to hers in a kiss that was soft, open, and wet. Soon the heat of his mouth was all she could focus on, but like all delicious things, it ended far too soon for her linking.

"Kitsikakomimmok nistowa," he said, and moving his hands to her smaller ones, intertwined his fingers with hers.

"Translation?" Claudia asked while staring into his eyes.

"I love you."

"Love you too," she replied, and pressing her forehead to his, she said, "Thank you for the medicine bag. I'm extremely honored that you'd give me such a gift."

"You're very welcome," he softly responded, and lifting one of her hands to his lips, he graced it with a gentle kiss. "All I ask is that you never look inside of it. At least not unless I tell you It's alright."

"Why not?" She questioned.

"I was told by my grandfather that it reduces the spiritual power, and any ceremonial blessings could be affected if you look at the contents."

"What exactly does it represent?" She asked. "Just so I can let people know if they have questions about what it is."

"It represents the love I have for you," he said. "But It's also to keep you protected and provide healing if you ever need it."

"Okay." Gently touching the buckskin pouch, she marveled at its incredible softness.

"I wouldn't go around just showing it to anyone you meet, though," Tristan warned. "It's a sacred bag, and you should never allow anyone else to touch it."

"I understand." Claudia nodded to confirm that she would heed his serious words.

"While I can't disclose most of the contents, I can tell you that I included a lock of my hair."

"So I'll always be carrying around a piece of you with me."

"That's the idea," he said.

"So don't look at the contents, and never allow anyone to touch it."

Tristan nodded. "And I'd like you to keep it around your neck. Except when you're taking a shower, of course."

"Do you have a medicine bag?" 

"Of course."

"Why aren't you wearing it?"

"Mine's is much larger, and only taken out during prayers or ceremonial rituals.

"Can I see it sometime?" 

"Sure. Remind me to pull it out when we get back to the rez."

She nodded, then looped her arms around his neck before pulling him closer so that their lips were nearly touching. "So we never got the chance to talk about our lovemaking."

"It was incredible for me, how about you?"

"Intense," she simply said.

"Yeah, I feel the same way." His fingers lifted, slipping through her soft curls that fell halfway down her back. "We could make love again, or if you're still sore, I could eat you out."

"As much as I love the feel of your tongue, I kinda think I need to recuperate."

"Understandable," he said with a faint smile. "It was your first time, after all."

Shifting their bodies so they were laying on their sides, Claudia and Tristan nuzzled one another. Still thick with the scent of their lovemaking, the room was filled with the flickering glow of candles. Although it was a pleasant temperature, Tristan pulled the comforter over their bodies, and with fingers still linked, they eventually drifted to that point between sleep and waking. 

But just before Claudia slipped into unconsciousness, Tristan reached out to stroke her face. Clouded with drowsiness, Claudia regarded Tristan with a sleepy smile, but as she noticed how seriously he was staring at her, her smile began to disappear.

"What's wrong?"

Lowering his eyes from hers, Tristan glanced at the medicine pouch around her neck, regarding it with a thoughtfulness that made Claudia wonder what he was thinking. Then lifting his gaze so he was looking at her face, he began to speak in a soft tone.

"I want to be the only one for you, Claude. The only man who is ever inside of you."

The way that Tristan was staring so deeply into her eyes made it clear that he was serious about his statement. But uncertain of what to say, Claudia could only give him a funny little half smile.

"I'm serious, Claude. I want us to be together forever."

"Really?"

He gently nodded. "Yes, don't you?"

"Well sure. I mean we love each other and get along so well, so why wouldn't I want to hold onto you forever?"

"I'm sensing hesitancy, though," he gently replied.

"I just don't want us to jinx anything."

"I don't believe in jinxes," he replied. "If you want something and you speak it aloud, then I believe it has no choice but to come true."

"Then it's already done," she softly said, and brushing a lock of hair away from his eyes, she offered him a little smile.

"Thank you," he murmured, lips dusting the tip of her delicate nose. 

"For what?" Claudia asked.

"For being born, for loving me...and for allowing me to be your first, and giving me the chance to be your boyfriend."

"You're so sweet," she whispered, and snuggling against his body, murmured contentedly against his chest.

They fell asleep holding one another, warm and cozy and utterly content. 

Yet still the candles burned, flames gradually lessening until they self-extinguished. Puffs of smoke curved into the air, creating fancy tendrils that dissipated into nothingness. On the bed, the lovers continued to sleep, naked limbs entangled and illuminated by the silvery light of the moon.



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 05



This chapter has been edited to fit the requirements for Literotica.

*****

The thick, skunky scent of weed hung heavy in the air, attaching itself to Tyler's hair and clothes as he sat on the ratty old couch. Overwhelmingly skunky, the cannabis smoke came at him from all angles, drifting from the thickly rolled blunts that were perched between the lips of the people who surrounded him.

Along with Twitch and his friends, there were also a handful of girls hanging around, stretched out on the couches with guys or making out in the secluded corner of the smoke filled room. Dimly lit, the living room of Twitch's house was simply outfitted, consisting of a couple of well worn couches, a large stereo that blasted rap music, and a flat screen TV. 

The coffee table in front of him was filled with baggies of marijuana, and a large green bong was stationed in the very middle, as if serving as a centerpiece to the cannabis littered table.

Glancing around the room, Tyler noticed that everyone except him was puffing away, but he may as well have been smoking too, because the effects of the pot smoke were making him feel pretty loopy. Yet even in his half-baked state, Tyler found himself thinking of his mother, and knew that she was probably wondering why he was still out at half-past eleven. 

Ever since ten a.m., Tyler had been hanging with Twitch and his friends, doing nothing except eating, driving around, playing video games, and now smoking exceptionally pungent pot. Yet although it wasn't the most productive day that Tyler had experienced, it was, without a doubt, the most enjoyable one he could remember for years. 

Bobbing his head to the vibration of the music, Tyler did his best to act as if he belonged, but as a tall, baggy-clothed figure plopped down next to him on the couch, Tyler turned his head to lift his chin in greeting.

"Wanna take a hit, little dude?" Holding out the blunt that had been in his mouth, Twitch offered it to Tyler, who gave a shake of his head in response.

"You sure?" Eager to see Tyler take a hit, Twitch pushed it closer to Tyler's face.

Retrieving a small pad from the pocket of his jeans, Tyler scribbled his response, then held up the pad for Twitch to see.

[No thanks, I'm cool. Not much of a smoker, I'll just sit here and enjoy the music.]

Seemingly puzzled, Twitch's brows drew together. "Wait a minute, man. You're deaf. You can't fucking hear music."

Putting pen to paper, Tyler quickly wrote: 

[I can feel the vibrations.]

"No shit, really? Damn, that's kinda dope."

A smile spread quickly across Tyler's face, pride gleaming in his eyes at Twitch's words. He didn't have long to bask in the compliment, however, because Twitch's face suddenly went all serious, his expression changing to stoniness as he took a long drag from his blunt.

"So you're not down for smoking weed, huh?" He asked while exhaling a large cloud of smoke. "Well if you're not gonna get high on pot, then you've gotta try something else." 

Tyler's mouth drew into a straight line, his stomach quivering and queasy with nervousness. 

"Don't worry little dude," Twitch said in a reassuring tone of voice. "I got something real nice for you. Something you probably haven't ever tried before, but I know you're gonna love it." 

Before Tyler could even offer an expression, Twitch was up and on his feet, and with an unsteady sort of swagger, headed for the kitchen. More than certain that Twitch would return with a chemical substance of a higher level, Tyler worked to formulate an excuse, trying to come up with the best words possible to let Twitch know he wasn't interested.

By the time Tyler got around to scribbling his pen against paper, Twitch had already returned, yet instead of showing up with hard drugs, he returned with a teenage girl. Appearing to be somewhere between sixteen and eighteen years old, the girl who stood next to Twitch was tall, with shoulder length hair that fell in gorgeous waves. 

To say that she was cute would be a glaring understatement, because as far as Tyler was concerned, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. For the first few seconds, all Tyler could do was stare at her in awe. But as she sat down on the couch beside him, he suddenly got the idea that this was the 'something real nice' that Twitch had promised. 

With a quick glance Twitch's way, Tyler's suspicion was confirmed, but he never got the chance to do more than stare in surprise, because Twitch gave him a wink, then strolled off to another area of the house. 

Thoroughly nervous, Tyler struggled to remain cool in the presence of the girl, but as she shifted her legs so that they bumped against his, his breath quickened and his muscles stiffened up. Perhaps noting his uneasiness she gave him a smile, then intently gazed at him until he finally met her eyes.

"Hey," she said. "I'm Jolene."

Tyler quickly scribbled his name, then held up the pad for her to see.

"Yeah, I know. Twitch told me," she stated.

A sheepish smile crossed his lips.

"So, you're 16 years old?"

He nodded, then gestured to her so she could give her own age.

"I'm 16, too. Or at least I will be, until next week."

Tyler put pen to pad and wrote: You have a birthday coming up?

"Yep."

[Happy early birthday], he jotted.

"Thanks." The smile she gave him showed off her white teeth. "So, just out of curiosity, were you born deaf, or did you lose your hearing later in life?"

[I was born this way], Tyler wrote.

"And are you able to talk or are you a mute?"

Tyler winced.

"I'm sorry. Mute is a bad word, Isn't it? I shouldn't have said that."

A small shrug of his shoulders let her know he wasn't mad, and with a quick movement of pen against paper, he jotted down a note:

[The proper term is non-verbal. And I may not be able to talk, but I can still make certain noises if I want to.[

"What kind of noises?" She asked.

[Grunts, coughs, sighs...stuff like that.[

"Oh..." She seemed to think this over for a few minutes, but the thoughtful look on her face soon dissipated. "So, do you have a girlfriend?"

Tyler shook his head.

"You ever been touched by a girl before?"

Another shake of his head, but this time it was accompanied by a quick beating of his heart.

"Well why not? You're a cute guy."

He could only give a shrug.

"So I guess you're a virgin, then..."

This time he gave a nod.

"Oh wow, that's so cute."

Cocking a brow in surprise, Tyler gave her a look that said, 'really'?

"I never been with a deaf guy before," she stated. "Wanna be my first?"

Tyler's body went rigid, throat bobbing as he gave a dry swallow.

"Don't look so scared," she said through a chuckle. "I'm not gonna hurt you or anything, I just wanna fool around with you."

Now giving her an incredulous look, Tyler's eyes had gone wide. 

"God, you're cute," she said through a smile. "I didn't know that guys could be so innocent."

Uncertain of how to respond, Tyler could only stare into her eyes, and soon found himself lost in the beautiful vibrancy they exuded.

"We should go somewhere where we can be alone." Placing a hand on his leg, she leaned in close so that her breasts brushed his arm. "Someplace where It's nice and private, so we can hang out and have some fun."

The sensation of being flooded with warmth had overtaken Tyler's entire body. 

"So how about it?" Jolene's hand was now slowly rubbing his thigh. "You wanna have some fun with me, Tyler?" 

Preoccupied with the scent of Jolene's perfume, Tyler slowly nodded his head. Dazed with desire, he didn't even realize that his hands were fidgeting in his lap, but when Jolene grabbed one of them and stood to her feet, he realized that she was encouraging him to follow her somewhere else.

Without a moment of hesitation Tyler rose so that he was standing, and with Jolene leading the way, followed her down a hallway and towards a door at the very end.

After crossing the threshold, Jolene closed and locked the door behind them, then guided Tyler to the bed where she gestured for him to sit. Rather than relax beside him, Jolene unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, then stepped out of her ballet flats before scooting them aside.

Now down to a pink bra and matching panties, she joined Tyler on the bed, positioning herself so that one of her legs slung over his lap. With methodical slowness, Jolene eased the hem of his T-shirt up, maneuvering it up and around his head before tossing it uselessly to the floor. 

Now fully unveiled, Tyler's torso was exposed for Jolene's eyes, but as she stretched out a hand to run it along his chest, Tyler's body went rigid and as hard as a rock.

"What's wrong?" A gentle frown marred her pretty features. "There's no reason why you can't fool around, right? I mean, just because you're deaf that doesn't mean you're not able to do the same things that other guys can..."

Quickly, and with fluidity, Tyler jotted a response, then held up the pad of paper so that Jolene could read it.

[I don't like people touching my body. It's too skinny and it makes me look like a little kid.]

"You shouldn't be ashamed of your body, Tyler," Jolene said. "Tall, skinny guys are hot. I've always preferred them to men with muscles."

Hesitant to believe that Jolene actually found his thinness attractive, Tyler crossed his arms over his chest, which in turn caused Jolene to give him a slanted smile. 

"If you show me your chest, I'll show you mine."

Perking up at her words, Tyler immediately shifted his position, uncovering his chest from the shield of his arms before directing his gaze to Jolene's cleavage. Soft and full, her lips broke into a smile, and with a slow, fluid movement she undid the hook on the back of her bra. 

Staring intently, Tyler watched her remove the pink brassiere, and as it fell to the ground next to his discarded T-shirt, he was rewarded with the sight of her gorgeous chest. His mouth fell open, eyes fixing intently on the view.

"Touch them," Jolene said while taking his hand in hers. 

More than eager to do just that, Tyler allowed his hands to be guided. Still in disbelief that he was actually fooling around with a girl, Tyler found himself wondering how on earth he'd gotten so lucky. But as Jolene undid his belt and moved her hand past the barrier of his boxers, coherent thought left his mind. But before he could be driven over that edge, she suddenly stopped what she was doing. 

Wondering if he'd done something wrong, Tyler stared at her in complete bafflement, but as she procured a condom from the waistband of her panties, his eyes went wide and his brows arched.

Clearly amused by his expression, Jolene gently pushed him back so he was reclining on the bed. Soon after she was on top of him, straddling his thighs with both of her long legs. 

* * *

Still on an incredible high, Tyler could hardly believe he'd just lost his virginity to a beautiful girl. As if to convince him that she wasn't a mirage, Jolene lowered her head to give him a soft kiss, then pulled back to remove the condom from his softening penis before lifting herself off the bed. 

Following her with his eyes, Tyler watched her go, studying her nude, lean body as she headed towards the attached bathroom. Even though he couldn't hear what she was doing he guessed she was disposing of the condom, and after a few moments passed, she came back into the room and rejoined him on the bed.

Stretching out next to him, Jolene positioned herself so that her head was propped up by her arm. Still in a kind of daze, Tyler expected to wake up from his dream at any minute. But as the seconds ticked on and Jolene fixed him with a thoughtful gaze, he became fully assured that what had just taken place was not a figment of his imagination. 

"You're sweet, you know," she said while giving him a gentle smile. "And way too innocent to be hanging out with Twitch and his crazy friends."

Finding his mini notepad on the bed beside him, Tyler scribbled some words down, then held it up for Jolene to read.

[Twitch has been good to me, and more of a friend than a lot of people in school. Not sure about his buddies just yet, but they seem pretty nice, too.]

"They're okay," she responded. "But if there's one you gotta look out for, It's definitely Cruiser."

The question mark in Tyler's eyes encouraged Jolene to elaborate.

"He's kinda crazy," she said. "And he's been known to randomly beat people up...even girls."

Tyler's stomach rolled at the thought, and with fingers that gripped the pencil in his hands very tight, he quickly jotted a note.

[Has he ever hurt you before?]

Oh no," she said with a shake of her head. "If Cruiser ever dared put a finger on me, Twitch would lay him out in a second."

A gentle nod by Tyler followed her words, but on the inside he felt uneasy, and more than a little curious as to Jolene's relationship with Twitch. Perhaps noticing the way he was gazing with intent focus, Jolene broke the silence in the room, continuing to speak in her soft, smooth voice.

"Twitch and I, we go back a long ways. I've known him since I was ten years old, so I guess you could say he's sorta like a brother to me."

[How did you meet?] Tyler wrote.

"He's a friend of my cousin's," she responded. "They used to hang out all the time before he went off to college."

Eager to know more, Tyler found himself wondering whether or not Twitch and Jolene had ever slept together, but he just couldn't figure out how to go about doing it in a delicate way. And if there was one thing that he wanted to avoid, it was offending Jolene in any way.

Spotting a blunt on the side table next to the bed, Jolene reached out to grab it. She then positioned it between her lips and lit the end of the cigarette, taking a nice, deep inhale before blowing out the smoke.

"So, Tyler," she said while giving him a lazy smile. "You're sixteen years old, cute, and you don't have a girlfriend. Which leads me to ask, how exactly do you spend your time?"

On the memo pad he wrote: 

[I have a few friends that I sometimes hang out with in school, but they went away and won't be back until fall.]

"So you've been spending the summer all alone?"

Tyler nodded.

You don't have any hobbies?" She asked. "There's gotta be something you like to do that sets you apart from everyone else."

Tyler thought about it for a minute, then pressed the pen to his mini note pad and began to write these words: 

[I like fishing and hunting. I also enjoy jigsaw puzzles, and am pretty good at playing chess.]

"So you're smart." Her already vibrant eyes lit up. 

He shrugged, then offered a gentle smile before lowering his gaze from Jolene's. But as she reached out to lift his chin with the tip of her finger, his attention shifted to her full, sultry lips. 

"Of course you are," she said. "I should have known by the way you look."

Tilting his head to the side just slightly, Tyler encouraged Jolene to elaborate on her words.

"You've just got this way about you..." Her eyes seemed to study him as she continued on. "You're this sweet, mellow guy and I can tell you're so gentle you probably wouldn't even hurt a fly."

Thoroughly flattered, Tyler felt a smile creep onto his lips and a warmth began to spread throughout his body. Aside from Kimi and his mother, he hadn't ever been complimented by a girl before, and having such kind words come from a girl like Jolene sent him into a state of near euphoria.

"You really are good natured, Tyler." Having previously held a kind of admiration, Jolene's eyes were now filled with concern, teeth briefly biting into her lip as she seemed to think over her next words. "But knowing this about you kind of worries me."

Tyler's brow drew together at her words, a knot forming in his stomach as he waited for her to continue on.

"Twitch doesn't just befriend people like you, Tyler. He uses them in any way that he can." As if picking up on some noise, Jolene's gaze drifted to the door. But as soon as her attention had drifted, it returned back to Tyler's face, regarding him with a look that made him more than a bit uneasy. "He's got some plans in the works, Tyler. And I'm not so sure It's something that you should become involved with."

As his throat went dry, Tyler swallowed. And this time when he pressed the pen to the memo pad, his hand slightly shook.

[Any idea what sort of plans they are?] He wrote.

"I've got an idea," she said. "But I can't really say too much. I mean, he only tells me so much as it is, so I really don't know a whole lot more than you."

With a light nod, Tyler conveyed that he believed her. But the gentle quivering in his stomach made it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else.

"Look, forget I said anything okay?" Placing a hand on his shoulder, Jolene gave it a gentle rub. "For all I know, he might not even ask you to be involved. The only reason I even brought it up in the first place is because I like you."

Tyler's heart beat quickly at the words, hammering against his thin chest, and as Jolene took a long, lazy drag on the blunt, Tyler noticed the way her features relaxed. Her lids were half-mast now, long lashes nearly brushing against her cheeks. 

But instead of exhaling and blowing the smoke out into the air, she held it in. Rolling onto her side, she positioned her mouth against his, then slowly blew the smoke into his mouth so that he could suck it in.

Having never inhaled pot before, Tyler choked and then coughed, but Jolene's lips remained plastered against his, sharing the fumes that lingered in his mouth before slowly traveling into his lungs. 

At first the smoke created a burn in his throat, but soon his body was buzzing with a high, haziness enveloping him as a lightness took over his body.

Pulling back to look at him, Jolene rested her cheek against the pillow, watching him with a thoughtful silence as she reached out to grab his hand. Their palms met softly, fingers linking as they lay on the bed. Beyond the walls of the bedroom, Twitch's party continued on, rap music blasting and people laughing as they drank beer and got high.

But in Tyler's world, everything was silent and peaceful. And as Jolene's bare body brushed against his softly, Tyler realized he was happier than he had ever been before.

* * * *

Slick with buffing wax, the hallway floors of Browning Community College squeaked beneath Lucas's feet. Smelling faintly of lemon cleaner, the admissions building was spacious. Instead of lockers along the walls like in high school, there was only the occasional flyer, reminding students of upcoming registration dates or advertising special events. 

Gone was the carefree, take it as it comes high school vibe, and in place was a structured atmosphere, one that reeked of responsibility and adulthood.

In a way it was absolutely terrifying to Lucas, and he began to consider forgetting the whole thing and making a hasty retreat for the doors. 

Not only was this whole college thing completely overwhelming, but he had totally bombed high school, so what chance did he have of making it through college, where the level of expectation would be far greater than anything he'd ever known? He was in over his head and he knew it, so why even waste his time with attempting to enroll.

Presenting itself as a knot in his stomach, the fear was beginning to dig in its hooks, and soon the desire to flee was so strong that his feet actually altered their path. No longer continuing forward, Lucas was now retracing his steps. 

As he was walking towards the door, a movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. Shifting his gaze, he noticed a womanly form, and on noticing she was bending over a water fountain, his eyes fixated on her legs. 




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 05



Long and shapely, they were accentuated by a pair of black leggings that seemed to be painted on. Her tunic, which was loose fitting and designed to hang off her shoulders, was sexy in a subtle way. But for all he cared she could have been wearing a potato sack, because her black, waist length hair became all he could focus on. 

Hardly realizing that he was changing his course, Lucas cut a path towards where the woman was standing. On reaching her bent over form, he stopped just far away enough so that his presence wouldn't be creepy, and yet also close enough to smell her honeysuckle scented perfume. 

Checking her out up close, Lucas noticed the way her long hair hung over shoulder, obscuring her face as she continued to drink from the fountain. Since she was wearing an off the shoulder top, part of her back was left exposed, and this gave Lucas the chance to see her spinal tattoo. 

As for just how far it traveled along her vertebrae, he didn't know, but as she shifted her stance so she was no longer bending, Lucas averted his eyes and waited for her to turn. 

Eager to see her face, Lucas watched as she tossed her hair over her shoulder, then turned on her heel so they were face to face. Using the back of her hand, she wiped water from her lips, drawing attention to their succulent shape. Although very brief, this sensuous action resulted in a desirous tingle, and lifting his eyes to her own, Lucas saw that she was looking at him just as curiously as he was her.

Eyeing her right back, Lucas was pleased to find that she was as gorgeous as he had hoped. But there was something unusual about her features; something distinctly different that made him wonder about her lineage. 

Shifting his gaze to her waist length hair, he noticed it had a thick, unique texture, not silky and slick like his or the other natives on the reservation. 

The color of nutmeg with golden undertones, her complexion wasn't too unlike some of the Native women he had dated, but there was something unique in her facial characteristics, and this is what led him to full on stare.

"Hi." She spoke first, giving him a little smile that he instantly returned.

"Hello."

"You must be a new student."

"Well It's not official because I haven't registered yet, but I'm thinking of signing up for some classes this summer."

"Which ones?" She asked.

"English, Math...you know, the basics," he responded. "But I was also hoping to take this Federal Indian Law & Policy class."

"You should," she said. "The guy who teaches it is really knowledgeable."

"You've taken the class?"

"No, but I've heard through a couple of friends that he's really good." 

"Cool." Shifting his gaze, Lucas lowered it to her exposed shoulders, but before his eyes could dip any lower, he pulled them back up.

"What's your name?" She asked. 

"Lucas."

"I'm Wanakee." Extending a hand that was slim and delicate, she waited for him to accept it.

Instead of shaking it like he would with a guy, Lucas gently took hold of it, sort of caressing his thumb along the back of it before releasing it from his grasp. Although brief, this intimate gesture caught Wanakee's attention, causing her to look long and deep into his dark brown eyes. 

Unmistakably sultry, her expression seemed to indicate that she was game for flirtation, yet instead of following up with a compliment or smooth line, Lucas found himself tongue tied.

Was he actually nervous? The fluttery feeling in his belly told him he was, but the thought was pretty ridiculous, considering that he wasn't the type of guy to get nervous around the opposite sex.

"So are you registering today or not?" Wanakee asked while lowering her eyes to the class catalog in his hand.

"Uh, yeah. I guess so."

"Sounds pretty uncertain to me," she said, but the gentle smile on her lips let him know she wasn't being confrontational. 

Well that's why I'm here," he said. "I was just on my way to the office so I could fill out an application."

"You're headed in the wrong direction." Jutting a thumb behind her, she indicated where admissions was located. "Walk with me and I'll show you the way."

More than happy to do just that, Lucas followed alongside her, and on reaching the office where registration was handled, they walked through the doors. 

With Wanakee leading the way, they made a path towards a row of computers, and after taking a seat in one of the empty chairs, Lucas began to input his information. Fifteen minutes later, and with a confirmation printout in hand, he stood from his seat and turned around. 

"All done," he said to Wanakee, and as she held her hand out for the paper in his hand, he handed it over.

"Everything looks good to me," she responded while scanning her eyes across the printed words. "Once I get you into the system I'll set you up for a placement test. Then we'll have a better idea of which math and English classes you'll be eligible for."

"Placement test?" Lucas's mouth went dry at the thought. "I have to take a test just to register for class?"

Wanakee nodded. "Every student who enters college does, but I wouldn't get too nervous about it. It's just something we use to determine your current level."

"I'm no good at taking tests," Lucas said. "And I'm horrible at math. Always have been, ever since I was a little kid."

"So brush up on your skills," Wanakee encouraged. "Take a few days to prepare yourself, then come back and take the test. The worst that can happen is you'll be put into a remedial course."

"Or in other words, the stupid class," Lucas said. 

"It's not a stupid class." Her brows had gently furrowed. "When I first enrolled I had to take remedial, too. And it definitely wasn't because I was stupid."

"Oh..." Lucas's ears turned a bright shade of red. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. It's just I was hoping to not have to take math anymore."

"Well, unless you took AP courses in high school, or score really high on the placement test, chances are you'll need at least a couple of math classes."

"Okay."

Clearly unenthused, Lucas followed her to the registration counter, yet instead of remaining beside him, Wanakee walked around to the other side. Once she'd taken her place in front of a computer, she typed in his information, clicking the keys with her long, manicured nails. Once that had been completed, she printed out a sheets of paper, and after handing it to him, gave him a little smile.

"Placement testing is at 8 a.m. on Tuesday. Once you receive your scores, you'll be allowed to register for classes."

"When does fall semester begin?" Lucas asked while staring at his enrollment confirmation. 

"August 17th."

"Then why am I enrolled in a class that starts this weekend?" 

"That's not a class," Wanakee responded. "It's a math boost program that will prepare you for the placement test next week."

"Three hours on both Saturday and Sunday?" He shook his head before adding, "Why does it have to be so long?"

"You got something better to do?" She asked. 

"Actually yeah, I've got practice for my drum group on Saturday afternoon."

"So reschedule," she said. 

"My group leader, Dave, hates it when people miss practice. He thinks they're flaking off and threatens to throw them out of the group."

"Tell him It's for school," she responded. "If you show him the printout I gave you, he'll have no choice but to be cool with it, right?"

"I guess."

"Then your problem is solved." The smile she gave him seemed to say, any other excuses?, but the lack of response on his part let her know he had absolutely none. "So you'll be there Saturday, then."

Lucas nodded.

"Great. Well good luck, I'm sure you'll do well. And I'll see you back here on Tuesday morning when you come in to take your placement test."

"Okay. See you then." Lucas folded up the printout and stuffed it into his jeans pocket, but just as he turned away and started towards the door, he halted his steps and returned to the counter where Wanakee stood.

"So I was thinking It'd be nice to call you sometime." Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he looked hopefully into her eyes. "I mean I don't know what your dating situation is like right now, but if you're single I'd love to get to know you better." 

"You're asking for my phone number..."

Lucas nodded.

"Well I am single," she said with a smile on her lips, "And you are really cute, but I think I'll have to pass on giving you my number."

"Why?" A heaviness settled into his body, causing his shoulders to slump.

"You're too young for me," she responded.

"How do you know? You didn't even ask my age."

"I saw it on your application," she said. "You were born in 1997, which makes you eighteen years old."

"And that's too young?"

"For me it is."

"How old are you?"

"20."

"It's only a two year difference," he said.

"I know, but I just don't go for younger guys. I prefer older men."

"How old?"

"25 and above," she responded. "But if a guy is mature for his age, I have been known to make exceptions."

"I'm mature," Lucas said.

Offering a broad smile, Wanakee gave him a look that seemed to say yeah right.

"Well I am," Lucas said. "I've got plans to go to university and everything. I'll also be getting a job at the lumber mill in the next couple of weeks."

"That's good, I'm glad to hear you have plans for the future, Lucas. But I just can't see myself going out with a teenager. Nothing against you personally, because you seem like a nice guy. But It's just not something that I do."

Staring wordlessly at her, Lucas pressed his lips tight. His face went slack and a mild frown was now on his face, but still he remained silent, as if waiting for a further explanation. Wanakee, however, was clearly uninterested in elaborating further, because her lips remained pulled in a maddening little smile.

"Okay." Deeper than it had been before, Lucas's voice expressed disappointment. "Well hey, no big deal. You probably couldn't keep up with me anyways."

And with those last words he headed out of the registration office, making hasty steps down the hallway and towards the doors that led outside. Upon exiting, he cut across the parking lot and towards a dirt path that would lead him home. But as he realized that home was the last place he felt like going, he slowed his steps, eventually coming to a complete halt.

Although gratified by the last words he had spoken to Wanakeee, Lucas was left with a feeling of defeat. A stony expression had taken over his handsome features, and his chest was tight with disappointment, but what bothered him the most was the fact that she had called him a 'teenager' and a 'nice guy'. Nice. 

That was a word that girls used when they were trying to let a guy down easy, and it was also a word that seemed to be code for 'boring'. Girls didn't fuck nice guys, at least not the type of girls that he wanted to get with. 

Still reeling from the punch he'd taken to his ego, Lucas glanced at the screen of his cell phone. It was nearing half past five now, which meant that night would soon be upon him. Ordinarily he would have preferred spending Friday night socializing with a couple of friends, maybe drinking a few beers as well, and hanging with girls who were down to have sex. But tonight he was interested in doing something different, and although he wasn't sure just what this something different was, he knew it couldn't be found on the reservation.

Parking himself on the side of the road, Lucas extended his arm, then popped his thumb up in the universal hitchhiking sign. Since the road he was standing by intersected with a major interstate, chances were pretty good that he would get a ride straight into town. As for which town he was headed toward, wasn't something he had quite decided. But anyplace with a pool table and live music was somewhere that he wanted to be.

It took twenty minutes before Lucas spotted a Ford Pickup, it's black paint job gleaming as it made its way down the road. Instantly recognizing the vehicle as belonging to his father, Lucas lowered his arm, and as the truck came to a stop right in front of him, Lucas opened the door, then climbed up into the cab of the truck. 

After closing the door behind him, Lucas strapped on his seatbelt, then turned his head to look at his father, who immediately put the car into gear and took off down the road.

Nearly identical in looks, Lucas and his father had faces that were like mirrors of each other, each reflecting back the strong, regal features that dominated their high-boned faces. Known simply by the name of Eagle, Lucas's father wore his hair in a long ponytail, and often wore short sleeve shirts to show off his hard, toned biceps. 

"You could have called if you needed a ride," Eagle said. "You don't have to hitchhike home."

"Wasn't going home," Lucas responded.

Briefly averting his gaze from the road, Eagle gave his son an inquiring look.

"Not really sure where I was going. Just felt like getting off the rez for awhile, maybe hanging out someplace where I could play pool and listen to some live music."

"Lots of places like that out in Whitefish," Eagle said. "But if you were planning on going off the rez, you should have let me or your mom know." 

"I've been going off the rez since I was 15 years old," Lucas stated. "Nothing new about that."

"Still be a good idea to give us a call," Eagle said. "Especially your mom, she worries about you."

"I'm not a kid anymore, dad. I'm eighteen now, remember? And out of high school, which means I'm an adult."

"You may be an adult, but you're not a grown-up," Eagle proclaimed. "And you still live under our roof, which means you follow the rules that we set."

Turning his attention to the passenger window, Lucas gazed out of it, staring at the fields of wildflowers and open, grassy hills that stretched far beyond into the distance. 

A silence settled between father and son, broken only by the sound of the powerful engine that enabled the pickup to move quickly down the road. A few seconds passed, then finally several before Lucas grew tired of riding in silence, and shifting his gaze to his father's face, posed a question that had been gnawing at his mind.

"Dad?"

"Yep?"

"What do you do when a woman says that you're too young for her?" 

Briefly turning his eyes from the road, Eagle rested his gaze on his son. "Well, I guess you move on and find another. But if you really like her a lot and want to make a go at changing her mind, let her get to know you. Show her that you want to be friends, and if things progress to the point where you regularly hang out, then I'd say you have a pretty good chance of changing her mind."

"So there's hope," Lucas said. "I can get her to eventually go out with me."

"Well I wouldn't say for sure that It's a guarantee, but It's definitely worth a try."

Now contemplative, Lucas thought over his father's advice and for awhile they shared a moment of stillness. But as Eagle maneuvered the truck onto the highway and began to accelerate, the conversation once again picked up.

"This woman who said you you're too young...just exactly how old is she?"

"20."

"So she's only two years older than you."

Lucas nodded. 

Not much of an age difference at all."

"That's what I told her," Lucas said. "But she said she prefers older men."

"Give it time," Eagle said. "Let her get to know you know better, then she'll realize what a great catch you are."

"You really think I'm a good catch?" There was a rise in Lucas's vocal pitch.

"Sure, don't you?" 

His shoulders lifted in a soft shrug. "I don't know...I mean if I am a good catch, then why would Claudia be with Tristan right now?" 

"Didn't you break up with her?" Eagle asked.

"Yeah, but I only did it because I knew she'd be going off to college with Tristan. And I had a pretty good feeling that once that happened, we'd slowly grow apart."

"You should have just waited it out," Eagle said. "You let go of her when you should have held on."

"So you think I made a mistake?" 

"I think mistake is too strong of a word," Eagle said. "But I am a strong believer that things work out exactly as they're supposed to."

"So I made the right decision by breaking up with her..." 

"That's not what I said."

"But you just told me that things work out exactly as they're supposed to."

"That's right," Eagle stated.

"So what does that mean?"

"What do you think it means?"

"I'm not really sure, that's why I'm asking."

"Well if you're looking for a straight answer, son, you're not going to get it," his father replied. "Life is about the journey, not the destination, so I wouldn't worry about what's ahead."

They were sensible words and Lucas knew it would be wise to heed them. But at this point in his life, so many things were uncertain, so he wasn't very keen on just allowing things to work themselves out. With no other option, however, he would have to do just exactly that.

"I know a place called Shotgun Petey's," Eagle suggested while maneuvering the truck around a curve in the road. "They've got a great live band there, and a couple of pool tables, too. They serve pretty good grub, as well." 

"What about women?" Lucas asked. "Do good looking girls hang out there, or what?"

"Oh, I've seen some pretty nice looking ones. Mostly mid-twenties and above, but who knows, maybe you'll luck out and find a cougar." The wink he gave let Lucas know that he was teasing.

"Sounds like a plan," Lucas said. "You take me there, and I'll pitch in for gas."

"Don't worry about gas, kid. You keep your money, and let me treat you. Tonight's on me."

"Really?"

"Eagle nodded.

"Cool. Thanks, dad."

"No problem," he said with a little smile. "Happy to do it, son."

With a soft press on the accelerator, Eagle maneuvered the vehicle quicker. Continuing along the highway, the Ford pickup drove on, taking them past the open, desolate country and towards the town fifty-eight miles in the distance.



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 06



At half past two on a sunny afternoon the four teens departed the city, heading for a campground located on the south fork of the Snoqualmie River. Known as Tinkham, the camping spot was 40 minutes outside of Seattle - a straight shot down Interstate 90 before reaching exit 42. 

With only two days left of their two-week trip, the four teens had decided to spend it camping, and had prepared for their outdoor adventure by strapping an assortment of camping gear to the roof of the VW bus.

Also in tow was a large cooler full of food, as well as several maps and a set of walkie talkies. Unable to resist trying them out, Claudia and Tristan were chatting back and forth with Kimi, who took a childlike delight in the hand held radios. 

"These are awesome," Kimi excitedly said through the walkie talkie. "I don't know why we didn't buy them sooner."

"Because we have no use for them." Wearing a grin, Claudia held her own walkie talkie up to her face. "At least not in everyday life."

"Are you kidding me? These would have been a blast to use in high school."

"Yeah I guess," Claudia said. "Except that we would have looked like total nerds."

They both heard a crackle on their walkie talkies before Tristan's voice suddenly came in. 

"Do you guys think these are better than cell phones?" He briefly paused before continuing on. "I mean if you think about it, they're more reliable and a whole lot funner."

"Funner?" Lifting one of her brows, Claudia gave him a smirk. "Is that even a word, Tristan, or did you just totally make that up?"

"I've heard it used before," Tristan replied.

"By who?" Kimi asked with a grin.

"People." 

Kimi and Claudia shared a smile.

"Hey guys," Ethan called out from his seat behind the steering wheel. "Don't run the batteries down on the walkie talkies, okay? We might need them for later on."

"The battery life goes for ten hours," Kimi said from the passengers seat beside him. "Plenty of time, we're not even close to draining the power."

"Just saying," Ethan responded. "Always better to be safe than sorry."

"But they're so fun..." Clearly reluctant to release the hand held radio, Kimi hesitated.

"Will it also be fun if they run out of power in the middle of an emergency?"

"Oh Ethan, lighten up." Reaching a hand out, Kimi gently rubbed his thigh. "We're on summer vacation, remember? It's our time to let loose and have some fun."

"I'm letting loose," Ethan replied, and with a turn of the wheel, maneuvered the van down a road that cut straight through a mountain. 

"You sure?" Languidly, Kimi allowed her palm to slide further up his leg. "Because your muscles feel all tense."

"Not now, Kimi." He shifted slightly in his seat, then tried to gently push her hand away but this only make Kimi all the more determined.

"It's okay baby, you don't have to worry about popping a boner." Now touching an area that was beyond Tristan and Claudia's line of sight, Kimi gave him a desirous look. "I mean, Tristan and Claudia can't see anything from their seats in the back, so what's the big deal?"

"They may not be able to see it, but they know what's going on," Ethan replied.

"And?" Kimi rose her brows playfully at Ethan. "Judging from the loud noises that came from their bedroom every night, I hardly think they'd be prudes about this sort of thing."

"Oh God, I'd forgotten all about that." Lifting his gaze to the rearview mirror, Ethan gave Tristan and Claudia a little smile. "You guys really know how to turn up the volume when you want to, huh?"

A flush slowly crept across Tristan's cheeks, and Claudia offered a sheepish smile before lowering her eyes to her lap.

"Hey, It's cool," Ethan stated to the embarrassed couple. "To tell you the truth, it kinda turned me and Kimi on. Not that we were purposely listening or anything, it was just kinda hard not to, you know?" 

"Who knew you two could make so much noise?" Kimi said while turning her head to look at Tristan and Claudia. "I mean, even Ethan's aunt and her fiancée heard you guys going at it."

"Seriously?" Mortified at the thought, Claudia focused on Kimi, who was in the passenger's seat. "Did they like actually hear us, or are you just kidding around?"

"Oh, they heard," Ethan confirmed. "Aurora and Keith's bedroom is directly above the one you and Tristan and were staying in, and apparently you kept them awake last night."

"Oh my God, are you serious?" Beyond embarrassed, Claudia was now wincing. "No wonder she was giving me and Tristan that little smile during breakfast."

Releasing a light chuckle, Ethan attempted to soften her shame. "No need to be embarrassed. You and Tristan really enjoy each other, and I think that's a beautiful thing."

Side by side and holding hands, Claudia and Tristan turned their heads to give each other a smile, then shared a brief peck before cuddling against one another. 

Since Ethan was driving, he and Kimi were unable to embrace as well, but they did hold hands for the remainder of the drive, which took them along a scenic river that surrounded the campground where they were headed. 

Upon entering a thicket of towering fir trees, Ethan eased up on the pedal so that the van moved slower, then eventually came to a stop as they reached a clearing in the woods. Once the car was parked they all got out and began to unpack, unloading the camping equipment that was attached to the roof.

Working as a team, they set up two tents next to the river, then outfitted them with sleeping bags and coleman lanterns before setting up a makeshift kitchen. By the time they finished with that, it was already becoming dusk, so Ethan and Tristan got busy at building a fire. 

Before very long it was steadily burning, with flames that were steady and strong enough to cook the shish kabobs they had brought along. The smell of cooking food soon filled the space surrounding them, wafting into their nostrils as they settled around the fire. 

It was a cool July night, the air nippy enough to feel clean and crisp, yet not cold enough to cause them any discomfort. The heat from the flames kept them sufficiently warm, and as they finally dug into their meals of chicken shish kabobs, everyone went silent so they could enjoy their food.

Once their bellies had been filled, Claudia and Kimi prepared hot chocolate, adding plenty of tiny marshmallows before handing a mug to both Ethan and Tristan. After pouring a cup for themselves, Kimi and Claudia retook their seats, cuddling up against their respective partners as they gazed into the campfire flames.

As the food settled in their stomachs, the two couples began to snuggle, their faces illuminated by the orange glow that surrounded their campsite. The crackle and pop of the flames was comforting, mingling with the sound of the wind as it slipped through the branches of the hemlock trees.

Still sipping her hot chocolate, Claudia noticed how smooth it went down, warming her throat first before traveling downward to heat up her stomach. Content with the moment of silence, she allowed her head to rest against Tristan's shoulder, and in response he looped an arm around her waist. She could have fallen asleep just like that, but the sound of him clearing his throat suddenly broke through the stillness.

"So...." Tristan began while shifting slightly on the ground. "I guess this might be a good time to make a confession." 

Perking up at his words, Claudia, Kimi and Ethan focused on his face, eagerly waiting for him to continue as he paused to prepare his next sentence. 

"Well It's not a confession to you, Claudia, because you already know all about me," he added before looking at Kimi and Ethan. "But there's something that I think you two should know, and now that we're solidly friends, I can trust that you won't tell anyone else."

"Of course," Ethan said while giving Tristan a serious look. "We won't tell anyone. Your secret is totally safe with us."

Offering a slight nod in return, Tristan conveyed that he appreciated the reassurance, but as he lowered his eyes and let out a soft sigh, Claudia realized that he beginning to grow nervous. Wanting to show support, she rubbed a palm against his shoulder, encouraging the words that were stuck to come up and out of his tight throat. 

"You guys remember when we were swimming at the hot springs, and I had my shirt off and you noticed all those scars?"

Offering a nod in return, Kimi and Ethan waiting for him to continue. 

"Well, the reason I have so many scars on my chest is because I used to be a cutter." 

Waiting for a reply, Tristan looked from Ethan to Kimi, then back again before rapidly blinking as his nervousness built.

"I should have known that's what it was," Kimi said while giving him a concerned look. "I mean, I've seen cutting scars before, but never to the extent like you have all over your chest."

"Yeah I know, it looks really terrible," Tristan replied and he dipped his eyes to the flames of the campfire.

"No, that's not what I meant," Kimi stated. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad about it Tristan, I'm just explaining why I didn't put things together and figure out what it was."

"So when you were cutting, exactly what went through your mind..." Eyeing Tristan with a look of sadness, Ethan seemed to be thinking over his next words. "I mean were you depressed or just experimenting, and how many years were you self-harming?"

"The reason I started was over the guilt of my uncle's suicide, and I self-harmed for a full year before I finally decided to stop."

"Why were you guilty about your uncle committing suicide?" Kimi asked. "That's not something you could have controlled."

"Because I knew that he was hurting and had nobody to talk to, but instead of reaching out and showing that I cared I just let him go through it all by himself."

"You shouldn't blame yourself for that." 

"I know I shouldn't but I do," Tristan replied. "And since I was the one who found him, It's been especially hard to let it go."

"Sorry to hear that, man." Ethan's features had softened with sympathy. "I can't even imagine what it must have been like, finding him right after he had done it."

"I had really bad nightmares for months," Tristan said. "And after he died, I used to see him in my room late at night, but eventually he just stopped coming, and for the past six months I haven't seen him at all."

"Maybe he finally passed over," Claudia said.

"Yeah, he probably did," Tristan replied, and as they all fell into silence once again, their gazes drifted to the crackling flames of the campfire.

Full and heavy in the sky, the moon shone down on the four teens, illuminating their forms in a silvery light. From somewhere in the distance a coyote howled, and as the wind blew past them it carried the scent of rich earth. 

Yet as peaceful as the moment was, Claudia noticed that Tristan seemed to be unsettled. Figuring he had to work up the courage to speak again, Claudia smoothed her hand across his chest, which in turn caused his muscles to loosen. 

"There's something else, you guys...." Pinning his gaze on Ethan and Kimi, Tristan seemed to regard them with uncertainty. "Something unusual I can do, that you may not quite understand."

"Another one of your abilities?" Kimi asked. 

Tristan gave a nod. "You remember that racist prick we ran into at the gas station, the one who crashed his car right after he'd harassed us?"

"Of course," Ethan replied. "How could I ever forget someone as delightful as him?"

"That crash wasn't an accident," Tristan confessed. "I purposely caused it by funneling my energy towards his car."

"No shit," Ethan said. "You mean you can actually do stuff like that?"

"Yes I can, if I concentrate hard enough."

"Shit, man," Ethan exclaimed. "Remind me to never piss you off."

A gentle smirk touched Tristan's lips but he didn't offer a response. 

"Well you didn't have to be nervous about telling us that," Kimi said. "Personally I think It's damn cool, and the guy was a fucking dick anyways so he deserved it."

"Definitely," Ethan agreed. "If anything, this just makes you more badass in my eyes."

"Told you they would be cool with it," Claudia said, and she gave him a peck on the cheek before taking the empty mug from his hand. "Anyone up for some s'mores?"

"Yes, please," Tristan said as he watched Claudia stand to her feet. "And maybe some more hot chocolate as well?"

"Coming right up, babe," she replied before turning her gaze on Ethan and Kimi. "What about you two?"

"Yes to the s'mores, but no on the hot chocolate," Ethan replied. 

"No hot cocoa for me either," Kimi said. "But I'll give you a hand on getting the s'mores prepared." 

As Kimi joined her side, Claudia led the way to the makeshift kitchen, and soon they were retrieving the ingredients from a cooler that sat on a tree trunk. Over by the fire, Tristan and Ethan were engaged in amiable conversation, occasionally laughing when one said something funny to the other. 

There was an enhanced closeness between the four teenagers, a bond that had begun to form as a result of their past two weeks together. Crickets chirped and from somewhere in the distance an owl hooted, its hollow eerie sound carried by the wind and throughout the forest. 

High up above the stars shined, small bursts of light in the black night sky.

* * * *

It was the sensation of cold metal against his forehead that woke Tyler from sleep, ejecting him from deep slumber and back into the harshness of everyday life. Slowly opening his lids the first thing he saw was a grinning face, the eyes strange and full of mischievousness as they stared down at his prone form. 

Completely puzzled, Tyler made a move to sit up in bed, but the press of a hard, cold object against his forehead kept him from lifting his head up off the pillow.

Still hazy from sleep, his eyes were unfocused so he was unsure about the object being pointed towards him. But as he finally gained enough focus to realize that a gun was pressed against his skull, Tyler jolted in terror, then sucked in a breath.

Stirred awake by the movement, Jolene mumbled and stretched her arm out across Tyler's chest, but as her eyes fluttered open and she saw the person hovering over their bed, a high pitched yelp was thrust from her lips.

"Oh my God!" Her eyes went wide, mouth falling open as she saw who was holding the gun. "Cruiser, what the fuck are you doing?"

"What's it look like I'm doing?" Cruiser asked while continuing to stare Tyler down. "The gun is loaded and It's already cocked....think I'll pull the trigger, or what?"

"Get that gun off of him, Cruiser. Now." Jolene's eyes narrowed, brows pinching together as she spat out more words. "He's done nothing to you, so stop terrorizing him."

"Why?" Cruiser asked. "I think It's pretty funny how scared he is. Look at him, Jolene. He pissed the bed and everything."

So thoroughly frightened that he hadn't even noticed, Tyler suddenly became conscious of the wet spot beneath him. Turning a shade of red that could be seen through his tawny skin, Tyler's face went impossibly hot. 

If he could have curled into a ball and withered away he would have gladly done so, but left with no choice except to lay there in a mess of his own urine, Tyler trembled beneath the Glock pistol.

"So this the guy you wanna be with, huh?" Shifting his eyes to Jolene, Cruiser gave a harsh chuckle. "A deaf little weakling that can't even hold his bladder when someone puts a gun against his head."

"Cruiser, please." Now pleading with her eyes, Jolene's voice was wavering. "Give him a break, okay? He's new, and a really sweet guy so be nice to him."

"A really sweet guy, huh?" Hatred laced his words, lips twisting in an ugly sneer. "That's funny, cause he looks like a fag to me." 

Tyler's jaw clenched and his features immediately hardened, but the fear was still there beneath the anger, causing his skin to go clammy and his stomach to harden. The compulsion to flee was overwhelming and yet his body was frozen in place, his chest so heavy it felt as if a weight had been placed upon it.

Staring at Tyler in raw hatred, Cruiser pressed the barrel even harder against his forehead, then tightened his hold on the gun so that the veins on his arm began to pop out. His trigger finger was ready, pressing against the lever that would release a bullet. 

Vaguely aware that Jolene was clutching his side, Tyler unconsciously held in his breath. His eyes squeezed shut and he steeled himself for death, but the gun made an empty clicking sound, signaling that the chamber was empty. 

Tyler couldn't hear this of course, but after several moments of squeezing his eyes shut, he came to the realization that he was still alive.

Slowly, and with a heartbeat that thrashed wildly in his chest, Tyler opened his eyes to see Cruiser. Still wearing that strange Cheshire cat-like grin, Cruiser let loose a low, cruel laugh, then finally lowered the gun before slipping it into the waistband of his pants.

"You wanna be a part of our gang, boy, you better man up and do it quick. No pussies allowed, you understand?"

Tyler didn't nod, nor acknowledge in the slightest that he understood. The only thing he could focus on was how hard and cold Cruiser's gaze was, and Tyler knew at that very moment there was something not right, if not terribly wrong behind those eyes that stared so hard at him.

"You're insane!" Jolene suddenly shouted. "It was all just a fucking game, wasn't it? There weren't even bullets in the gun."

"Oh there was a bullet," Cruiser snapped back. "Only reason I didn't kill his dumb-ass, is because it didn't reach the chamber."

"My God, you're sick." Jolene's lip curled upwards in disgust. "He's a human being, Cruiser, not some animal that you toy with." 

"Naw, he's a fucking pussy. But hey, if you wanna fuck a guy like that, have fun. I'm tired of dealing with your ass anyways."

"You and I were never a couple," Jolene angrily stated. "What happened between us should have never been. You took advantage of me, Cruiser. And in a really terrible way."

"I took advantage, huh?" A dark chuckle left his lips. "Alright, Jolene. If you wanna play innocent, then that's your choice."

Slowly, and with a creepiness that rose the hairs on Tyler's neck, Cruiser gave her a little smile. His gaze then shifted to Tyler and for a moment his eyes blazed with fire, but then suddenly his smile widened, leaving Tyler with chills all over his body.

A few seconds later, Cruiser was slipping out of the door, and as Jolene and Tyler were finally left all alone, she reached out to touch him, palm gingerly stroking his boyishly cute face. 

"Oh Tyler, I am so sorry." Her soothing tone came out as a gentle breath against his cheek. "My God, you're burning up. And your face is all sweaty."

Still beating like a racehorse, the pulse on Tyler's neck seemed ready to jump right through his skin.

"I'm so sorry about that crazy bastard, I just knew he was going to do something weird like that."

Still in a state of shock, Tyler looked dazedly up at her pretty face.

"You okay, sweetie?" Smoothing a palm over his forehead, she brushed away the stray hairs that were stuck to beads of sweat. 

If Tyler could have responded with words, he would have lied and told her was just fine. But of course that couldn't have been further from the truth, because the spot beneath him was soaked, and beginning to emit a strong, unpleasant smell.

"Come on, baby," Jolene said while coaxing him up from the reclining position. "Let's take a shower and get you cleaned up."

Following her to the bathroom, Tyler watched as she got the shower going, turning the knob on the hot side so that steam soon filled the small bathroom. Once they were both in the tub, Jolene soaped up a washcloth, and with a gentle, loving touch that made Tyler's muscles relax, she began washing his long, thin body.




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So put at ease by her compassionate nature, Tyler eased out a sigh, then lifted his arms for Jolene so she could soap up his lightly hairy armpits. 

He didn't know what this feeling was that he had towards her, but he suddenly became aware that it was very strong. Jolene wasn't just a girl he enjoyed spending time with, but a sort of goddess, a gentle female who genuinely cared and nourished his spirit with only a touch. She was special to him, and along with his mother and Kimi, a type of girl that he revered.

She was also the type of girl to get blood flowing to his crotch, because at the touch of the washcloth against his penis, he rapidly went rock hard. Smiling at his now stiff shaft, Jolene gingerly washed it, caressing the sensitive, swollen head before running the washcloth along his length. 

She even took time to cleanse his testicles as well, and after unhooking the detachable hose from the wall, rinsed off the suds that were covering his body. 

Once all the soap was gone, Jolene got busy at washing his hair, gliding her fingers along his scalp before allowing her nails to gingerly graze it. 

The sensation alone caused Tyler's body to shiver and his lids slightly lowered as she began to massage his scalp, but all too soon for his liking she had finished and was rinsing his hair. 

She then washed her own hair and body before rinsing off, then turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the rack. Tirelessly nurturing, Jolene toweled Tyler's body off first, then took care of herself before guiding him out of the tub. 

Once they were back in the bedroom they got dressed, slipping into the clothes they'd left in a heap just the night before. Spotting a comb on the cluttered dresser, Jolene used it to brush Tyler's hair, then slicked it back into a shoulder length ponytail before pulling back to admire his face.

"You really are a cutie, you know," she said while brushing a stray hair behind his ear. "And I think It's interesting how your right cheek has a dimple, but your left one doesn't."

Lifting a palm to the right side of his face, Tyler fingered the indentation, as if hoping he could somehow make it disappear through the magic of his touch. But it seemed that Jolene was truly charmed by the single dimple, because she reached out to grab Tyler's hand, gently coaxing it away from his cheek. 

"Trust me, It's attractive," she assured him. "And it only makes me adore you more."

Grinning at her compliment, Tyler felt a warmth radiate through his chest.

"There we go," she happily said. "I knew that smile would come out sooner or later."

Taking his hand in hers, Jolene guided him towards the closed door. But just as her palm closed over the knob, Tyler gently tugged at her arm. As she turned to face him, Tyler pulled her up against his body, then cradled her face in his hands before gliding his thumbs up and down her cheekbones. 

Looking deeply into her eyes, Tyler thought of the words that he wished he could speak. He imagined telling her that she was a goddess in his eyes, and that girls in fashion magazines paled in comparison to her unique beauty. Although he wasn't aware of it happening, his pupils had dilated and his features had softened. 

Lifting her right hand to his chest, Tyler placed it against the spot where his heart was beating. Already going at a hard, steady rhythm it hammered quicker beneath her touch. Then lifting her dainty hand to his lips, he gave it a kiss that was soft and sweet.

Returning his adoring expression with one of her own, Jolene blinked a few times, then mimicked Tyler's action by placing his hand against her own beating heart. Surprised to find it was moving just as quickly as his own, Tyler's eyes shined with happiness. Looping her arms around his neck, Jolene maintained steady eye contact, then parted her sultry lips and spoke in a voice that was smooth and soft. 

"I love you too, Tyler."

Struck with a feeling of unrestrained jubilation, Tyler lowered his lips so they brushed against hers, then gave her a kiss so slow and sensual, it drew a gasp from her lips. When they pulled back to look at one another, each was left gazing in wonder at the intensity of it. 

"What do you say we go get some breakfast?" Jolene asked, and as Tyler nodded to let her know he was interested, she guided him out of the room and down the hallway.

As soon as they entered the living room, six pairs of eyes turned to look at them, watching as they strolled past the couches and towards the kitchen just a few paces away. Tyler couldn't hear the snickers that filled the air, but he was able to see the smirks. 

A group of guys playing Xbox shifted their eyes from the TV, razzing him with various insults as they watched him walk by. With so many lips to read, Tyler found it difficult to make out what all of them were saying. But he did catch snippets of the words being said out loud:

"Pissed himself in bed."

"....the fuck does she see in a retard like him?" 

"Pussy ass bitch. Heard he's a -."

Not wanting to read anymore lips, Tyler shifted his attention to Jolene, and upon noting that she was closely studying his face, he felt a sudden and tight squeeze on his hand.

"Ignore them," Jolene firmly urged, and with her fingers proudly linked with his, led him past the smirking group of guys and into the kitchen. 

Immediately spotting Twitch at the table, Tyler gave him a wave, then pulled out a chair and took the seat directly across from him.

"What's up, little man?" Twitch tilted his chin upward in acknowledgment. "You sleep good last night?" 

Tyler made a thumbs up, then offered a smile.

"Yeah, I bet you did." A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "You and Jolene had some fun, huh?"

Not wanting to seem tactless, Tyler shifted his gaze to look at Jolene. But on noticing she was at the stove and busily chatting with another girl, he turned his attention back on Twitch.

"So did I hook you up, or did I hook you up?" Twitch asked. 

Tyler nodded, then reached in the pocket of his jeans for his mini notepad, which he quickly scribbled upon before holding up for Twitch to read.

[Last night was AMAZING.] 

"Yeah, I bet," Twitch said with a chuckle.

Lowering his eyes to his plate, Twitch took a large bite of sausage, then washed it down with a swig of milk before planting his gaze back on Tyler. 

"A lotta guys around here wanna get with Jolene," he continued on. "But since she's like a baby sister to me, a dude's gotta get my approval in order to hook up with her. So when I set you up with her last night, that wasn't just a random, ordinary thing."

Tyler nodded to let Twitch know that he fully understood, but on the inside he was beginning to feel uncertain, even worried about where the conversation was leading.

"You're a nice kid, Tyler," Twitch remarked. "I trust you and I knew you would treat her right."

Still at the stove fixing Tyler's plate, Jolene snuck a glance from out of the corner of her eye, looking first at Twitch and then at Tyler, before giving him a smile. 

Returning it with one of his own, Tyler felt a fluttering spread through his stomach. But he didn't have long to revel in the pleasant sensation, because Twitch waved a hand in front of Tyler's love-dazed face. 

"Damn you sprung, boy," Twitch said when Tyler finally broke out of his trance. "She put it on you that hard, huh? Already giving her the googly eyes and shit."

Eager to share his thoughts, Tyler wrote some words on the notepad:

[Jolene is wonderful. My DREAM GIRL. I can't thank you enough for introducing us.]

"No problem, little man. Seems like you been through a lot with your old man and all, so I figured you deserved something real nice."

With a plate of food in hand, Jolene strolled towards the table where Tyler and Twitch sat, and after setting down the dish with breakfast grub, she leaned down to give Tyler a kiss on the cheek. Blushing at her affection Tyler grabbed her hand, tenderly kissing the back of it as a non-verbal thank you. 

Smirking at their display of fondness, Twitch finished off his sausage and eggs, then downed the rest of his milk before letting out a low, long burp. Completely famished, Tyler immediately tore into his hot food, stuffing his mouth with as much eggs and bacon that would fit. 

Hot, nourishing meals were a luxury around his own house, so whenever he got the chance to indulge in one, he took full advantage of the opportunity.

"Hey, take it easy, little man," Twitch said while watching him gorge. "Food's not going anywhere, you know? You're gonna choke if you keep shoveling it in."

But Tyler was too hungry to slow down, and pausing only to take a gulp of his milk, he resumed eating with just as much zeal. In no time at all he'd cleaned his plate of every morsel, and with a gratifying sigh, settled back in his chair and eased out a soft breath.

"Good shit, huh?" Twitch asked with a smile.

Tyler nodded and rubbed his stomach.

"You can thank my girl, Alyssa. She's the one who made the food."

Of short stature with hazel eyes and fair skin, Alyssa came up behind Twitch and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her hair fell over his chest as she leaned down to give him a kiss, and after pulling back so that her face was visible to Tyler, she spoke a few words.

"There's extra food on the stove, plenty left for seconds if you want it."

With a shake of his head Tyler let her know that he didn't, then offered a smile and patted his stomach to convey he was full.

"Guess I'll leave you two men alone to have your privacy, then," she said, and with a tilt of her head gestured for Jolene to follow behind her.

Clearly unenthused that Tyler would be alone with Twitch, Jolene slowly followed behind her, flashing a weak smile Tyler's way before disappearing into the living room. 

Now all alone, Tyler and Twitch were left to gaze at one another. But after a prolonged moment of sitting in utter silence, Tyler shifted in his chair and fiddled with a loose thread on his pants.

"I got a couple things for you, little man," Twitch finally said while reaching into a paper bag. "Some stuff you're gonna need now that you're working for me and my crew."

Tyler's eyes questioned Twitch and his posture went stiff, but he didn't have time to scribble any words on the notepad, because Twitch retrieved a baggie of pot and set it on the table between them.

"You're gonna be my transporter," he said. "The guy who delivers the product to my customers."

Looking down at the bag of weed, Tyler noticed how large it was. He also noticed that it smelled slightly fruity, with a hint of muskiness. But he didn't dare reach out to touch it because he didn't want to give the impression that he was okay with taking on such a role.

"So what's up?" Twitch asked while jutting his jaw out. "You on board with this, or what?" 

Putting pen to paper, Tyler wrote out a few words, then slid the pad across to Twitch so he could read what had been written.

[I can't deal drugs. Will get arrested, and my mom would be ashamed of me.]

Snorting in response, Twitch slid the pad back towards Tyler. "You won't get arrested, because you'll only deliver to people on my list. And as for your mom, I think she'll be proud once you start bringing some cash home."

Tyler couldn't lie, he liked the idea of making money and providing for his mother's needs, but dealing pot in order to make it happen just didn't sit well with him. 

[No disrespect, but I really don't want to do this], he wrote. [I don't have a good feeling about it, and supplying drugs to people seems wrong.]

"You're kidding, right?" Twitch rose an eyebrow. "You're like way too moral, kid."

Tyler shrugged and shifted his gaze to the baggie of pot, hoping that if he kept his eyes lowered Twitch might get the idea that he had made his final decision. But as Twitch reached out and lifted the baggie so it was in front of his face, Tyler was forced to lift his gaze and look Twitch straight in the eyes.

"You think you would be getting pussy from Jolene if it hadn't been for me?" His brows dipped low, hooding his dark eyes. "I was the one who told her to approach you, and now you tell me you don't wanna return the favor?"

Visibly uneasy, Tyler fidgeted in his seat. He licked his lips, then dryly swallowed before picking up the pen, yet instead of writing a response on the pad of paper, his hand simply froze. 

Scowling at the teenage boy, Twitch grabbed his wrist and tightly held it, gradually increasing the pressure until Tyler was forced to meet his eyes. 

Not liking what he saw in the other man's gaze, Tyler shifted his attention to the kitchen door. But with his wrist ensnared by Twitch's strong hand, there wasn't a chance in hell of him escaping.

"This is the last time I'm gonna ask you." Darkness shadowed Twitch's face and a rough edge came into his voice. "You gonna work for me and my crew, or not? Because if you refuse to do this, things between you and Jolene could turn bad real quick."

Tyler's stomach rolled and an ache settled in his gut. For a moment he was certain the pressure of Twitch's hand around his wrist was going to cut his circulation off, but then Twitch finally released him, and with a tap of his finger against the mini notepad, Twitch signaled that it was time for Tyler to write his decision. Grasping the pen in his fist, Tyler did just that.

[I do want to help out, but just not this way.]

"What other way is there?" Twitch questioned. 

Tyler gave a shrug. 

"I meant what I said about you and Jolene." His voice had lowered several octaves, eyes going cold as he stared Tyler down. "I'd never hurt her of course because she's like a baby sister to me. But I can make it so that you and her never see each other again."

Nauseated by just the mere thought, Tyler swallowed back a lump. He then nodded his head to convey that he understood and after shakily scribbling some words on the pad, held it up for Twitch to read.

[Okay, I'll do it.]

"Good choice, little man," Twitch responded and his eyes took on a twinkle.

Reaching into a paper bag, Twitch retrieved a gun that had a sleek, polished barrel and a rubber grip. He set it beside the baggie of weed before looking Tyler deep in the eyes, as if encouraging him to pick up the weapon that had been placed between them.

"Anytime you go out on a delivery for me, you'll carry that around," Twitch said. "I'll teach you how to shoot it later today, but for right now I want you to pick it up and get used to the way it feels."

Thoroughly uninterested, Tyler only stared at the gun, as if somehow hoping through the power of his stare that he could make it disappear. Having never held a gun before, he felt a tenseness build in his stomach. 

He also felt a chill go up his back at the memory of Cruiser pressing a barrel against his skull, and although forty minutes had passed since that awful experience, he swore he could still feel the cold metal against his forehead. 

Tentatively, Tyler reached for the handgun. His palm wrapped around the hard rubber grip and with a carefulness he lifted the weapon, purposely pointing the barrel away from Twitch and towards the fridge which hummed steadily.

Testing its weight in his hands, he was surprised to find that it was much heavier that he expected. He was also surprised to discover that he liked the way it felt in his hands – solid and reassuring, with a tangible power that made him feel invincible. And yet at the same time he knew it was a formidable object, a type of weapon that demanded respect and carefulness.

"Nice piece, huh?" Twitch asked while watching Tyler examine it. "You carry a gun like that around, and nobody will even think about fucking with you."

Wondering if it was loaded, Tyler moved his finger away from the trigger, but before he could place the weapon back on the table, Twitch grabbed the barrel and directed it towards himself.

"First thing you need to learn is, don't be afraid to point a gun at someone. Might find yourself in a situation someday where you're gonna have to."

Giving a nod, Tyler held onto the gun a little tighter. But it wasn't because he felt emboldened, yet rather he was terrified of it slipping from his hands. 

"Pretend I'm your dad," Twitch suggested. "Would you be hesitant to pull the trigger, or just go for it and blast a hole right through him?"

Immediately thinking of his situation at home, Tyler was reminded that his father had raped his sister, and that his mother was beaten on a weekly daily basis. As a son and a brother, he was virtually worthless, nothing more than a too-thin weakling that couldn't protect the women in his life. But with a gun things just might be different, with a gun he might be able to take care of "the problem," and forever liberate his mother from the man who had terrorized her for seventeen years. It was a dark thought and he knew it, but was it not incredibly tempting?

Then suddenly Jolene came into his mind and he was reminded that committing murder would land him in jail. And if he went to jail he would lose Jolene, which was a fate most certainly worse than living with his abusive father. 

Still gazing at Tyler, Twitch gave him a little smile, but instead of pressing for an answer to his question he only emitted a light chuckle.

"Yeah, little dude. I can see the hate is strong for your old man."

And it was strong, Tyler could feel it. But deep down inside he knew he could never do it. He just wasn't a killer and that was all there was to it. 

"So now that you're a part of the crew, that means you're like our little brother," Twitch said. "We'll feed you, take care of you, and if you ever need us for anything, we'll be there to back you up."

Setting the gun down so that it rested on the table, Tyler picked up a pen and began to write. A few seconds later he scooted the pad towards Twitch, who read the words that had been scribbled.

[When you say crew, do you mean like a gang? Or just a bunch of friends who hang out?]

A harsh chuckle left Twitch's lips and he shook his head, then rested his arms on the table before leaning in closer. 

"When I say crew, I mean bangin'. We take what we want and if anyone gets in our way, we eliminate them. We're the Native 88 Crew, you understand?"

Tyler nodded, but the way his stomach had tightened made him more than a little uneasy. 

"We're rollin' out to this one spot later tonight, and we want you there with us," Twitch said. "It's real important that you come, so be back here at half past eight."

[Why, what's going on?] Tyler wrote. [What are you guys going to do?]

"It's not about what we're gonna do so much, It's about what you're gonna do. It's your special night, get what I'm saying?"

Tyler tried to shake his head, but his neck was frozen with dread. Didn't matter anyways, because he already knew what Twitch was referring to. Swallowing dryly, he waited for an elaboration.

"Tonight is your rebirth, little man," Twitch said with an unsettling gleam in his eyes. "Your initiation into the crew." 

* * * *

The buzzing of tattoo needles filled the brightly lit shop, creating a sort of solace that Lucas found oddly comforting. Poised against his left bicep, the needle dispersed line after line of ink, creating the intricate portrait that would forever be tattooed into his skin. 

After two hours of sitting in the reclining leather chair, Lucas was eager to see the finished design. But the needle continued on, creating a stinging sensation that felt like repeated rubber band snaps.

Watching from the sidelines was Lucas's father, Eagle, who was sporting his own arm tattoo that had been created more than a decade ago. Clearly impressed that his son hadn't even broken a sweat, Eagle intently watched the process, eyeing the sharp needle as it punctured Lucas's skin. 




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The tattoo artist, who had bright blue hair that had been shaven into a perfect Mohawk, performed the tattoo on Lucas's arm. Painstakingly he maneuvered the needle, putting the finishing touches on the design, then with a satisfied expression that conveyed pride in his work, he flipped the lever so that the machine turned off. 

After cleaning Lucas's skin with some antiseptic the tattoo artist retrieved a hand mirror from his worktable, then positioned it in front of Lucas's tattoo so he could see the reflection of his freshly inked bicep.

"Wow, that looks awesome." Thoroughly impressed, Lucas studied the inked design, which was a portrait of Chief Sitting Bull.

"It looks great, son," Eagle said. "Jeremy did an excellent job."

Beaming at the compliment, the tattoo artist studied Lucas's reaction.

"Yeah, he definitely did," Lucas said while still admiring the reflection of his bicep. "Thanks a lot man, you really outdid yourself."

"Not a problem," he said, and as Lucas extended his hand to offer a handshake, Jeremy returned it with a smile. "Make sure you wash the tattoo at least once a day until it heals, and pick up some antibiotic cream from the drugstore to keep it free from infection."

"Will do," Lucas replied as he got to his feet, and with Eagle following beside him, made his way towards the door. "Thanks again, Jeremy and if I know anyone who wants a tattoo, I'll send them your way."

"I appreciate that, Lucas. You two take care and have a nice evening."

As they stepped outside, the scent of barbeque hit them strong, wafting from a brick building directly across the street. Identified by a neon sign that read 'Ma's Barbeque Joint,' the restaurant was the type of establishment that drew customers in by smell. 

"You wanna get some dinner before heading home?" Eagle asked.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind a bite to eat," Lucas replied, and together they strolled towards the restaurant. "Thanks again for driving me out here, dad. It was really cool of you to take me to get my first tattoo."

"Your first one, huh?" A gentle smile touched Eagle's lips. "How many more you thinking of getting?"

"Not sure, really. Maybe one more, or two at the most."

"Word of advice, never get a woman's name inked on you. Unless of course, that woman is your mother."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about me ever doing that. Women are so unpredictable, I can't hardly figure them out, let alone trust them."

"Still stewing over Claudia, huh?" Eagle lightly smirked. 

"Actually no, I'm over her." Lucas said in a huff. "And can you please stop bringing her up? That relationship is old news, and I've already moved on."

"Okay," Eagle said, but the smile remained on his lips, irritating Lucas with the way it seemed to mock him.

"Anyways, I've got better things to do right now than chase after women." 

"Oh yeah?" Eagle asked. "Like what?"

"Well, I passed my English and Math placement tests, so I'll be registering for college in a few days. Plus I'll be starting that new job at the lumber yard next week, so I'll have a little money coming in. Which will be nice, because then I won't have to bother you or mom whenever I need a bit of cash."

"I'm proud of you, Lucas." Eagle gave him a smile and a clap on the back. "You've really made some strides since graduating high school, and I can't tell you how happy it makes your mother and I to have a son who's enrolling in college."

"Yeah, well, I can't sit around on my ass all day, can I? I wanna make a difference on the reservation, dad. Improve things for our people so that our communities become stronger."

"Your intentions are very commendable, Lucas, and I definitely encourage you along that path. But in order to bring it to full realization you need to have a strong game plan."

Having reached the barbeque joint, Eagle and Lucas stepped inside, where they were immediately guided to a table and given menus and glasses of chilled water. Famished, they immediately ordered, and as the waitress headed off towards the kitchen, they picked up the conversation from where It'd left off.

"You need to network, Lucas," Eagle said after taking a sip of his water. "Get in touch with other Natives at the college. Talk to them about what you're interested in doing, and ask the professors who teach your classes for advice on becoming more involved. Start off small, and gradually build from there. Before you know it, you'll be solidly on the path to making a real difference."

"That's good advice." A thoughtful look came over his face before he added, "You think I should get in touch with that tribal attorney who handled my case, the one with that racist cop?"

"Sure, why not. He could steer you in the right direction, maybe even offer ways on how you can make some changes in the community."

"Yeah." As Lucas nodded his head, a faraway look came into his eyes. "Yeah, I'm going to contact Leonard and see what's up."

"And of course I'll always be here, and available to talk whenever you need."

"I appreciate that, dad. I'll definitely need someone to use as a sounding board."

As their food arrived and they eagerly dug in, discussion was kept to a minimum. But soon the barbeque meat on their plates began to dwindle, and as their stomachs were filled to full capacity, they sat back in their chairs and allowed the food to settle. 

"I know you don't start college until fall," Eagle said, "But any thoughts as to what you'll major in once the time finally does come?"

With a thoughtfulness on his face, Lucas sipped at his beverage, creating a hollow sucking sound as he thought over his response. Down to only crushed ice, he removed his lips from the straw, then gave himself a few more moments before finally uttering some words.

"Well, I was thinking of something along the lines of activism.....like maybe working for an Indigenous non-profit organization?"

"Then you'll probably want to get a political science degree," Eagle said. "But personally I think you could go even higher."

"Higher in what way, exactly?" Lucas asked.

"Higher as in going above and beyond your own expectations." Perhaps wanting the words to sink in, Eagle let a moment of silence settle between them. "You could become an attorney, Lucas. Help bring justice to our people and be a role model to our young ones. We need more youths like you, those who are forward thinking and passionate about uplifting our people."

"An attorney..." Lucas said the word slowly, as if testing how easy it rolled off his tongue. "Well, I like the idea and all, but doesn't it take like seven years of school in order to get a law degree?"

"Yep."

"Why go through all that schooling, though? I mean can't I still make a difference without becoming a lawyer?"

"Sure can," Eagle simply replied. "But my question to you is, why not?"

*Why not, indeed*, Lucas thought, and as he actually began to contemplate the idea of attaining such a goal, a rush of adrenaline coursed through him and his eyes went alight with excitement.

*Sure, why not*, he thought to himself. After all, anything was possible. And for the first time in his life he fully realized something. His future wasn't only limitless, it was undeniably wide open.



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 07



The classic Chevy Camero that pulled up to the curb noisily idled, smoke billowing from its tailpipe in a thick, white cloud. It was dark outside, just past ten p.m., and although Tyler wasn't cold in the slightest, there was a chill that had settled in his bones.

Seated beside him and with hands gripping the steering wheel was Twitch, who seemed excited at the prospect of what was about to take place. In the backseat were three of Twitch's crew - young men who were all decked out in oversized pants, baggie hoodies, and bandanas that concealed the lower half of their faces. 

Also sufficiently hidden by a bandana was Tyler's own face, and clad in a hoodie that Twitch had provided, he was nearly identical to his gangmates. Yet instead of feeling as if he belonged, Tyler felt like an imposter. 

Swallowed by the baggy clothes that covered his skinny frame, Tyler turned his head to look at Twitch, who was now eyeing the clapboard house that lay beyond the curb where they idled. Shifting his attention to Tyler, Twitch uttered a few words.

"You ready to do this, little man?"

No less ready that he would have been to jump into a pool of acid, Tyler lightly nodded his head, and only after ensuring the bandana was tightly around his face, did he reach for the door handle and get out. Soon he was joined by the other three who had ridden in the backseat, and as Twitch got out of the car and led the way to the front door, his four subordinates followed. 

In need of a paint job, the clapboard house appeared dark inside, giving off the impression that nobody was home. But rather than give Tyler hope, it only made him more nervous. 

As they reached the front porch, Twitch gestured for them all to pull out their weapons, then aiming his glock towards the door knob, blasted a hole between the lock and the doorjamb. Now given carte blanche to enter, they all walked inside, immediately splitting up so that every area of the house was searched. 

While Twitch and Cruiser headed for the bedrooms, Tyler checked out the bathroom at the end of the hall. Hoping like hell that he wouldn't find anyone, he flicked on the light and stepped inside. 

Now illuminated by dim light, the small bathroom was revealed, just large enough to hold the toilet, sink, hamper, and narrow shower that fit between the plain walls. Then suddenly he saw them - a pair of innocent eyes peeking out from behind a thin, pink shower curtain.

Clearly possessing a form that belonged to that of a small boy, the trembling toddler was dressed only in a diaper, and stared at Tyler with just as much shock as Tyler did him. Not wanting to frighten the boy, Tyler tucked his gun into the pocket of his hoodie, then gave a dorky little wave in hopes that it would send the message he was non-threatening. 

But time was of the essence, and knowing that Twitch could enter the bathroom at any moment, Tyler immediately sprung into action. It only took two steps for him to reach the shower, and in a swift careful movement, lifted the small boy out of the tub. 

Having never held a kid in his arms, Tyler was amazed at how tiny his frame was. He was also struck at how large and innocent the toddler's eyes were, and charmed by the child's cuteness, smiled behind his bandana. 

Wanting to ensure that the boy wouldn't be found, Tyler opened the top of a laundry hamper, then gently placed him inside so that he sat on a pile on towels. Staring up at Tyler with his big, bright eyes, the tiny toddler seemed surprisingly calm. 

But Tyler was anything but serene, and wondered why the boy had been left in the house without an adult to care for him. Or perhaps there was an adult and they just happened to be hiding, but why would they have separated themselves from their own child?

After situating the hamper lid so it was partially open, Tyler made his way to the door and turned the light off. He felt lousy just leaving the kid behind, but what else could he do in such a situation? He'd like to think that Twitch wouldn't kill an innocent child, but could he say the same for Cruiser or the other two that had ridden along?

No, he definitely couldn't and knowing how crazy and unpredictable Cruiser's ass was, the kid was safer in a laundry hamper than he was in a tub with only a shower curtain to obscure him. 

The boy will be safe there, he told himself. The slats in the hamper will let air in, so he'll breathe. He'll be totally alright. 

But would he?

Hoping like hell that the kid truly would be okay, Tyler crept out into the hall. He was just pulling his gun out of his pocket when Twitch approached, eyeing him with suspicion. 

"The bathroom all clear?" Twitch asked.

Tyler nodded, yet wanting to see with his own two eyes, Twitch peeked into the bathroom and had a look for himself. His eyes swept towards the empty shower, and then the window which was partially ajar, but he didn't even get the chance to turn around before Cruiser appeared, gesturing wildly for Twitch to follow him. 

Trailing on their heels, Tyler came along too, hurrying into the living room where he saw a man who'd been efficiently gagged. Clearly from a rival gang, the man was dressed in only a pair of boxers. His chest was exposed, allowing Tyler to see the gang tattoos that covered his well-built torso. 

Held at gunpoint, he regarded Twitch with a begging look, as if to silently beg for mercy. But Twitch clearly wasn't in the mood for extending favors, because he gestured towards Cruiser, who promptly placed a hunting knife in his palm. 

Gripping the weapon tightly, Twitch moved closer towards the gagged man. Undoubtedly relishing the gagged man's uneasy expression, Twitch twirled the knife in his hand, then tossed it from palm to palm before kneeling down so he was at the man's level. Grasping a fistful of the man's hair, Twitch forced his head back so that his neck was exposed. 

Not wanting to look, yet somehow unable to tear his eyes away, Tyler watched as Twitch placed the impossibly sharp knife against the man's neck. But instead of slicing through flesh and extracting blood, the knife was suddenly withdrawn. 

Shifting his gaze to Tyler, Twitch extended the knife to him, which gleamed brilliantly beneath the pale moonlight that flooded the room. 

Already knowing what was expected of him, Tyler felt a sour taste build in the back of his throat. His heartbeat became sluggish and his chest went heavy with dread, weighing him down so that it felt like a slab of lead. He didn't want to accept the knife and knew that if he did it would be a silent agreement, a concession to Twitch's dominance and his initiation into the gang. 

To Tyler the knife symbolized the destruction of his soul, a severing of his ties with God and a spiral into darkness. But Tyler had never been a fan of the dark path, and if rejecting the initiation meant his own certain death, then he would just have to face the consequences.

With eyes planted firmly on Twitch's face, Tyler shook his head and backed away. A tangible tenseness filled the air after Tyler did this, and he could feel Twitch's eyes burning into him. 

An excruciatingly long moment passed before Twitch finally looked away, pinning his gaze back on the man who was bound and gagged before him. Then with lightning speed he maneuvered the knife, sliding it against his rival's cheek so that a long, deep gash was created.

As the layer of skin was peeled back, blood seeped to the surface, tracing a crimson path towards his jaw. The man screamed loudly, but Tyler couldn't hear a thing. He could, however, see the way that the victim's mouth parted in agony, and that was more than enough to make the grisly moment all the more frightening. 

He wanted to avert his eyes but something kept them locked there, watching as the man was tortured beneath the sharp blade that Twitch was holding. Blood streamed from the cuts on the man's face, soiling the front of Twitch's black hoodie. 

Eyes bulging at the sight, Tyler felt his muscles tense up. There was so much blood, more than he'd even seen in his life, and some of it trickled to the floor, dotting the beige shag carpeting. 

Clearly relishing in the moment, Twitch continually moved the knife, carving the man's skin as a Halloween-goer would a jack o' lantern. Then suddenly the blade stopped, and Twitch was holding something between two fingers.

It was a piece of freshly peeled skin, and as the victim's eyes widened in horror at the sight, a wicked grin set across Twitch's face. He dangled it in front of the man's carved up face, mockingly waving it back and forth before tossing it aside. 

Effectively nauseated and ridden with guilt for just standing by, Tyler hurried for the front door. He could feel the contents of his stomach threatening to eject at any second, but he only got so far as the threshold before a hand grabbed him from behind. 

Seized by the scruff of his neck, Tyler was propelled roughly forward, literally flung off of the porch steps before landing hard on his face in the yard. He didn't have time to process the pain before a foot kicked him in the ribs, connecting so sharply that the air was forced out of him. The next kick was delivered to the back of his head and he swore he saw stars.

Scared, Tyler struggled to get up, but just as he managed to lift his cheek off the ground, a Nike sneaker connected with his jaw. Pain shot through his face and he let out a grunt, but then a blocky combat boot caught him just beneath the chin, snapping his head back from the force of it. 

Now laying on his side, Tyler looked up to see not only Twitch, but also Cruiser and the other two guys. No longer wearing bandanas around their mouths, their expressions were fully visible. Baring his teeth as he glared down at Tyler, Twitch delivered a swift kick to his stomach, and then another before nailing him in the balls. 

The others joined in with kicks of their own, and soon Tyler's body became boneless and jittering, nothing more than a limp ragdoll beneath the soles of his attackers. Blow after blow was delivered, hitting him in the legs, torso, and back of his head. Soon he couldn't even make out the faces because blood ran into his eyes, trickling from a nasty cut below his brow. 

The only sounds were their out of breath gasps as they repeatedly kicked him, aiming their harsh blows for every inch of his thin body. While a few of them focused on his head and chest, the other two stomped on his stomach. This caused him to vomit, expelling a thick, yellowish fluid that was tinged with blood. 

They were only shapes now, hazy figures he could barely make out. His consciousness was starting to lessen and he became certain that he was going to pass out, but before his field of vision could go black, the continuous stomps and kicks suddenly came to a halt. 

Still blinded by the blood in his eyes, Tyler couldn't even tell who was bending down beside him, but he did take note of the cheap smelling cologne that this individual was wearing. Twitch. Tyler blinked once, then twice to clear his vision, yet no sooner had he gained focus, did he realize a fist was hovering above his face.

The fist barreled down and Tyler's nose became a bloody mess. Staggeringly powerful, the blow sent pain rocketing up his sinuses. It wasn't an agony he could verbalize, however, so his body did it for him, going limp as he stared dazedly at Twitch's face. 

"You fuckin' pussy." Twitch said with a snarl. "You betrayed me, you little punk." 

Twitch followed up with another punch, slamming his fist right into Tyler's left eye.

"You should have taken the knife, boy. Your ass is fuckin' dead, you understand?"

He pummeled Tyler in the face with both fists a few more times, then gestured to Cruiser and another guy so that they could move his limp body from the yard. Grateful that the assaults had finally stopped, Tyler groaned as he was lifted, then dragged towards the classic Chevy Camero that was parked next to the curb. 

After stuffing him into the backseat, Twitch's crew got in as well, and with Twitch behind the wheel of the vehicle, they were off and speeding down the street. Half-conscious from the beat down he had received, Tyler slumped against the back seat. Blood streamed from his nose and onto his hoodie, staining the material that was already soiled by vomit. 

His lips were swollen and split, and his right eye would only come half-mast, but the one which had somehow been spared a punch, was still functioning and able to view what was going on. 

Looking out of the window, Tyler realized they were travelling down a narrow road. Dark and dusty, it was an isolated stretch of land, but soon the road widened and eventually veered off into Highway 2. Now doing somewhere between seventy and eighty, the Chevy Camero raced on, roaring along the blacktop that made up the thoroughfare. 

It was a lonely highway, the kind that was underused and seemed to go on forever. In fact, it was the very highway Tyler had been traveling along when he'd first met Twitch, and recalling that less than a week had passed, Tyler found himself wondering how things had turned wrong so damn fast.

Still dazed from being beaten, Tyler didn't know how long they travelled or what the purpose of such a trip was. But as the headlights of an oncoming car shone through the windshield, things began to happen and everything became sort of a blur.

All of a sudden the door beside him was opening, and a gust of warm wind came into the car. He could feel it whipping against his face, drying the blood that still trickled from his nose. Tyler felt hands pushing him roughly, propelling him out of the car and onto the highway. He hit the asphalt hard, rolling over several times before finally coming to a stop. 

Oncoming headlights shone brightly, illuminating his bruised and bloodied form. Brakes screeched. The smell of burning rubber filled his nostrils. He waited for the oncoming truck to run over him, turning his body into human roadkill. But then a spray of pebbles hit his cheek and he was looking at a tire that had come to a stop just a few inches away from his face.

Tyler's vision blackened around the edges and his consciousness narrowed to a pinprick. His lids lowered and then his vision was gone, unconsciousness taking its place.

* * * *

There was something cold and wet brushing against Tyler's forehead. His lashes struggled to lift and his right eye popped open without much effort, but his left one was gummed shut, far too swollen to be of any use. The dark place from which he'd emerged had held no pain, nor any worry about his current situation. But as he came back to full consciousness, the reality of the moment set in. 

At first he only saw hands holding a wet rag, but as he lifted his gaze to the face that hovered above his, the lips pulled into a smile and a look of relief crossed the feminine features. He knew who the woman was, she was definitely familiar, but he didn't have time to recall her name, because another face suddenly came into focus. 

"Thank God you woke up. We were real worried about you," said a man with a handsome face, and briefly averting his gaze from Tyler's, he called out to a third person in the house. "Hey Lucas, he finally woke up."

Soft footsteps approached in the carpeted living room, then a face suddenly appeared and joined the other two. Nearly identical to the man who had just been talking, this face was of a teenage male. His hair was long and fashioned into two hip-length braids, his jaw square and cheekbones high-boned just like the older man directly beside him.

Tyler recognized him immediately as Lucas, one of the popular seniors who'd just graduated from Browning High; the one whom all of the girls had chased after, and all of the guys wanted to befriend. He was one of those kids Tyler had mildly hated, yet at the same time secretly admired.

Every girl that Tyler had crushed on in school had been pulled in by Lucas's looks, and he was sure that more than a few of them had probably slept with Lucas as well.

Now, as Tyler stared up at Lucas's face, he didn't feel jealousy but rather a gratitude that was immense. The last thing he remembered was nearly being run over by a pickup truck, then after that everything had gone black. But clearly Lucas had been in that truck, and now here he was laying on a couch, being tended to by Lucas's sweet mother.

"Told you he'd wake up," Lucas said to his parents. "The kid might be skinny, but he's tough."

"We need to ask who beat him up," said Lucas's mother. "Whoever did this to him should be put in jail."

"Asking him what happened might be a little tough," Lucas responded. "He's deaf and mute, so he can't speak."

"Oh, the poor thing." Her lips tugged downwards sadly. "That just makes this whole situation even more disgusting."

"Who would beat up a deaf kid?" Lucas's father asked in disgust.

"Someone who deserves a serious beat down," Lucas replied. "And if I find the fucker who did it, I'm gonna whoop their ass."

"No, Lucas. Don't," begged Lucas's mother. "This person is clearly dangerous and I don't want you getting mixed up with them."

"They're a fucking punk is what they are," Lucas responded. "The kid is defenseless, he was an easy target."

"Watch your language, son," Lucas's father warned. "You're talking to your mother here, so soften it up."

"Sorry mom, I meant no disrespect."

"It's okay," she replied before looking back at Tyler's bruised face. "We're all a little on edge here, so It's understandable."

"We need to contact his parents," Lucas's father said. "Do you know where he lives, son, any ideas on how we can find them?"

"He's Kimi's brother," Lucas said. "And Kimi is best friends with Claudia, so I can get the number from her."

"Now would be a good time to make that call," Lucas's father said.

With a nod of his head, Lucas retrieved his cell phone from his pocket, then walked off to another part of the house so that he could speak in private. Now left alone with the mother and father, Tyler looked from one and then to the other. 

He blinked a few times, then lifted his head slightly from the pillow, but a horrible bolt of pain shot through his skull, causing him to groan.

"Poor thing, he's in such pain," said Lucas's mother, and she reached out to caress his hair that was matted with blood. "We need to get him to a hospital, Eagle. He could have a concussion or something worse."

"You know how it is there, Irene, he could wait five, six hours in the emergency room before a doctor agrees to see him."

"He should still go." Her tone was adamant as she began dabbing a cotton pad with peroxide on his split lip. 

"Let him rest awhile, okay? At least until we speak to the parents and find out what they want to do."

She lightly nodded, then gazed back at Tyler, who was easing out pained, shallow breaths.

"Whoever it was did this messed him up bad," Eagle said. "They were definitely trying to kill him."

"You think it was more than one person?" Swiping a damp washcloth against his nose, she gently removed the dried and crusty blood.

"Definitely. He was thrown out onto the highway from the backseat of a car, so that means there was at least one other attacker in addition to the driver." 

"And you say it was a Chevy Camero, late seventies model, correct?"

"That's right," Eagle replied.

"Did you happen to see the license plate?"

"No, didn't catch it. Everything happened so quick, it was kind of a blur."

"Well once he's well enough to give a description of the people who did this, we'll contact the police and let them know."

"Oh yeah, we're gonna nail them," Eagle replied.

Having wrapped up his phone calls, Lucas returned to the living room. His gaze shifted from Eagle and Irene to Tyler who was laying on the couch, and then back to his parents before he finally spoke.




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 07



"I just talked to Kimi and Claudia, and they're driving back to the rez tonight."

"Good," said Eagle. "Did you get in touch with the parents?"

"I called twice, but the phone just rang." 

"That's not good," Irene stated. 

"Well no, it probably Isn't," Lucas replied. "But Kimi told me her dad's an abusive drunk, so It'd probably best if Tyler stayed with us. At least until she arrives back tomorrow morning."

"What about the hospital?" Irene asked. "He needs to be looked at."

"Kimi wants him to stay here. She told me that unless he requests it, she does not want him taken to a hospital."

"Why not?" 

"I don't know, she just doesn't," Lucas said with a shrug. "Anyways, It's her brother, so I think we should just do what she wants."

"Well alright," Eagle said, and he slowly stood to his feet. "I'll go back to the room and get the bed ready."

"He's sleeping in you and mom's bedroom?" 

"Of course. He deserves to sleep in a comfy bed, not on a couch."

"Why don't you put him in my room, instead?" Lucas asked. "I can sleep in the back house tonight."

"Aren't you still renovating it? You don't even have a bed in there yet."

"I'll be fine."

"You'll need plenty of blankets for the floor," Irene said. "I'll help you set up a pallet so you'll be comfortable."

"I'll take care of it, mom," Lucas replied. "You and dad just look after Tyler. He's the one who really needs attention right now."

"That's good of you, son. We appreciate your thoughtfulness."

"Yeah, well..." Lucas offered a modest shrug. "Kid's been through a lot, you know? And like dad said, he deserves to sleep in a bed." 

Teaming up to move Tyler off the couch, Lucas and his father got into position. While one held Tyler beneath the armpits, the other took hold of his feet, and with a gentleness so as to cause minimal pain, they carried him back to Lucas's bedroom. 

Once there, they placed him on the bed, first taking off his shoes and socks before removing his pants and sweatshirt. They then pulled the comforter over his body and offered a smile of sympathy, but before either could leave the room so he could sleep, Tyler lifted his hand and made a motion with his fingers to imitate the act of writing.

"You want something to write with?" Lucas asked.

Tyler gently nodded, but even the slight movement of his head caused the room to spin.

"I got a pen and pad right here," Lucas said, and with a few hasty movements, procured the items from his nightstand.

As soon as he had them in hand, Tyler wrote these eight simple words:

[Very thirsty. Could I please have some water?[

"Sure thing," Lucas replied. "Or I could fix you some tea, if you like."

[Could I have both?] Tyler shakily wrote.

A soft smile touched Lucas's lips. "Not a problem, Tyler. I'll get you that water right away and have mom make the tea."

A thumbs up sign from Tyler let Lucas know that he appreciated it, but before Lucas could head for the kitchen, Eagle offered to go instead.

"Actually, Lucas why don't you hang out here?" He suggested. "Keep Tyler company in case he needs something else."

With a nod of his head, Lucas dragged a desk chair over to the bed. He sat down in it and rested his eyes on Tyler's face, then pushed out a soft sigh before beginning to talk. 

"I feel real bad about what happened to you, Tyler."

A sad look overcame Tyler's features and for a moment he gazed down at the bedspread. But as he lifted his gaze back to Lucas's face, he was surprised to find a tightness in his expression.

"These guys who did this to you..." He paused just briefly to flatten his lips. "You tell me who they are, and I'll fuck them up. That's my promise to you." 

Shocked that Lucas cared so deeply about him, Tyler lifted the pad and began to write, but before he could finish the sentence he was scribbling, Eagle arrived with a glass of water.

"Here you go, kid." Eagle held the glass in front of Tyler's lips, then guided the straw to his mouth so that he could take a sip. 

Cool and delicious, the water felt heavenly against his dry throat. Only once he'd taken a few long sips did he finally remove his lips from the straw, and allowing his head to settle back against the stack of pillows, he eased out a long, satisfied sigh. 

"Tea will be ready in a bit," Eagle said. "You need anything else in the meantime, just let Lucas know."

With a nod of his head, Tyler watched Eagle leave the room and head back to the kitchen. Then lifting the pen in his hand, he finishing writing the sentence that was on the pad.

[I want to tell you, but I can't. If I reveal who they are, they might hurt this girl that I know.]

"Is she your girlfriend?" Lucas asked.

Tyler wanted to declare that yes she was his girlfriend, but now that he and Twitch were certain enemies, Jolene would undoubtedly cease to be a part of his life. So the question was, just what exactly was she to him?

[She's not my girlfriend], Tyler wrote. [But she's very special to me. And if something happened to her, I'd probably kill myself.]

Lucas's brows rose with concern. "Suicide is never the answer, Tyler. And if you really love this girl, she's probably already in danger. I mean whoever did this to you is a violent asshole, so who's to say they won't abuse her just for kicks?"

Not wanting to think about it, Tyler wrinkled his brows and looked down at the pad. A quiver in his stomach made him question whether nausea would overtake him, but before bad thoughts could burrow themselves in his brain, Tyler wrote out some more words on the memo pad:

[He's more than violent, he's a torturer. I saw him carve this guy's face, disfigured him real bad with a hunting knife.]

Lucas's features went super serious, brows lifting at this chilling admission. "You saw this guy torture someone?"

Tyler nodded, blood going cold as he recalled the grisly image.

"Well now you have to tell me, Tyler. If the guy tortured someone and you freshly witnessed the crime, then we definitely need to call the police."

And Tyler knew that it was something which needed to be done, but what if Twitch got wind of him snitching, and retaliated by hurting Jolene? 

After witnessing what he had at the tortured man's house, Tyler knew that Twitch was capable of a whole lot worse than simply shooting someone. Sure Twitch had told him that he'd never hurt Jolene, but Tyler now knew that was a lie. 

Twitch was the kind of guy who was capable of doing anything, and with an insane sidekick like Cruiser, something horrible would surely go down. It wasn't just Jolene he worried about, though. His mother would be in danger as well. And since Twitch knew where he lived, it was undoubtedly certain that she'd be his first target.

[I'm sorry, but I can't]. Tyler wrote. [He could go after my mother. He knows where I live, he would definitely kill her.]

"I get that you're worried about your mom, Tyler, but by the time he finds out you've said anything at all, the cops will be at his door arresting him."

Tyler furiously wrote a response: 

[He'll get one of the guys in his crew to do the job for him. There are a lot of them, so I know It'll be done.]

"So this is a gang we're talking about," Lucas said. "Well, that narrows it down somewhat."

Realizing he had said too much, Tyler dryly swallowed and stared at Lucas.

"Relax, I'm not going to say anything. I mean not until we get you and your family some protection. Then once we know they're fully guarded by the cops, you can tell the whole story and get this guy arrested."

Tyler offered a nod, then hastily scribbled the pen against paper until this sentence had been fully written: 

[There's something else I need to mention. There's a baby in the house where this man was tortured. He's in the bathroom, hidden in a laundry hamper. I put him there so he wouldn't be found.]

"A baby?" Lucas's expression turned incredulous.

[Toddler aged], Tyler wrote. [Three years at most. Please go check on him. He could be alone if the man died.]

"Shit, this is a really fucked up situation, Tyler. You mean the kid was in the same house when all of this was going on?"

Tyler lowered his gaze and nodded.

"So you want me and my dad to show up, see if the guy is still living, and if not take the kid with us?"

[I don't know what else to do], Tyler wrote. [The guy could be dying or already dead. And if he is, what becomes of the baby?]

"Well if the guy is dead, we would be walking right into a crime scene, Tyler. And possibly destroying evidence. I want to make sure the kid is alright just as much as you do, but we can't do it without the aid of the police. It's just completely impossible."

Thinking about the tough spot they were in, Tyler realized that Lucas was right. There just wasn't any other way without getting police involved, and the last thing he wanted to do was get Lucas or his father in any trouble. 

"Alright look," Lucas suddenly said. "Here's what we're gonna do. We call the cops and let them know exactly what happened. Be upfront and tell them the truth. Let them know you were there when it all went down, but that you were not responsible for torturing the guy. Explain that you were attacked by this group of psychopaths, and of course when they see how badly beaten you are, they'll have to believe you weren't going along with it."

Slowly Tyler nodded his head, but the thought of speaking to the cops about Twitch still put a stone in the pit of his stomach.

"Now before we call the cops and ask them to come out, I've gotta know a few things..." Lucas's eyes stared intently into Tyler's. "How did you get mixed up with people like this? I mean you basically told me that they're a gang, so that means you're a member, right?"

[I never officially joined. Just hung out with them for a few days. Tonight was supposed to be my initiation, but I refused to torture the guy that was their target. So Twitch ended up doing it himself, then he and three other guys all jumped me.]

"Twitch," Lucas thoughtfully stated while gazing at the pad Tyler had written on. "Is that the name of the leader?"

Not having realized that he'd even written Twitch's name, Tyler bit his lip and looked down.

"I know you're scared, Tyler, believe me I do. But this all has to come out sooner or later,

so it may as well be now. Now about this guy, Twitch. Did he tell you ahead of time about the initiation, or was it a surprise he sprung on you at last minute?"

[Twitch told me earlier in the day, but he didn't let me know that the initiation would be torture.] 

"But when he told you there would be an initiation, were you okay with it, or did you not want to do it?"

[Didn't want anything to do with it. He also wanted me to be his drug transporter, but I told him I wasn't interested. He said if I didn't, that I would never see Jolene again, and that's when I knew I had to do anything that he wanted. So when he told me there would be an initiation tonight, I pretty much knew that refusing would be impossible.]

"Who's Jolene?" Lucas asked.

[She's the girl that I told you about earlier, he wrote. The one who I'm afraid they're going to hurt.]

"So this was all done under duress," Lucas said. "Which means you probably won't be charged as an accomplice."

Tyler nodded and a relieved look came over his face.

"But whatever the police ask for - names, addresses, inside information, you're going to have to give up. Be truthful with them, Tyler, and I'm sure they'll do everything they can to protect your family."

Uncertainty clouded Tyler's eyes but he knew there weren't any other choices. It was either stay quiet and allow a torturer to go unpunished, or come clean about his part in the situation and hope that he wouldn't be charged. Most important of all, however, was that the toddler he'd hidden in the hamper was kept safe.

With a cup of tea in hand, Eagle returned to the bedroom, setting it on the nightstand before resting his gaze on Tyler. 

"So how you feeling, kid?" He asked. "Can I get you anything else?"

Tyler shook his head, but offered a smile to let Eagle know he appreciated the offer. 

"Well I don't want to rush you or anything, but whenever you feel ready to give me the description of your attackers, just write it down on that pad of paper and I'll make a call to tribal police."

"Actually, dad, Tyler's already given me a name. He also told me he witnessed a torture tonight, and that the victim has a baby son that's still at the scene of the crime."

"A child's involved, too?" Eagle stared in disbelief at Tyler. "Well this is a hell of a mess, for sure. I'm calling the police, we need to get a move on this."

Retrieving his phone from his pocket, Eagle looked through his list of contacts, then lifted his eyes so they met with Tyler's.

"You write down that the location where all of this took place," he said while dialing in the number for the police. "And Lucas, as soon as somebody comes onto the line, I'll need you to speak with them. Tell them everything that Tyler told you, understand?"

Lucas nodded, and as soon as his father handed over the phone, he placed it against his ear.

"Tribal police, can I help you?" Asked a male voice as it came through the receiver. 

"I need to report a crime," Lucas said, and in a firm, steady voice, began to relay everything that Tyler had told him.

* * * *

It was ten minutes to midnight when Tyler was woken from sleep. He could hear the crackle of walkie talkies, and the leathery creak of gun holsters. Those were familiar sounds to him, sounds that a child who had grown up in a violent home was used to hearing. For him, those sounds only meant one thing - there were tribal police around.

He barely had time to shift his eyes to the bedroom door before it was opened, soft light illuminating the room as a light switch was turned on. Still disoriented from sleep, he blinked a few times to gain proper focus, then allowed his gaze to rest on Lucas's mom, Irene, who offered him a soft smile. 

Trailing behind her were two police officers - one a short, stout man and the other a thin, pretty woman who had her hair in a tight bun. Tyler instantly recognized them both, and they did he, offering light nods of acknowledgment. 

Having been brought up in an abusive household, Tyler wasn't a stranger to the tribal police, and was on first name basis with nearly half the force.

Always sweet and polite, Irene slowly approached the bed, smoothing a palm over Tyler's forehead before fluffing the pillows that were behind his head. She then began to talk, speaking in a smooth voice that Tyler couldn't hear.

"The police are here to speak with you, honey. They'll need the details of what you saw."

He nodded to let her know that he understood, then adjusted his gaze so that it rested on the female officer, who went by the name of Rosie. Immediately she began to sign, and as her fingers spelled out words, Tyler watched her communicate with him. 

[Been a few months since I last saw you, Tyler.] Her eyes studied his battered face, roving from his black eye down to his nose and lips, which were both swollen from being punched. [God, they really beat you bad, didn't they?]

Tyler nodded, then out of self-consciousness for his puffy face, briefly lowered his eyes. When he lifted them again, he immediately began to sign out some words. 

[So what's going on, did you check out the house?]

[We did, and we found the guy who was tortured.] 

[Is he still living?]

[Yes, but he's in pretty bad shape. Lost a lot of blood, so he'll be in the hospital for awhile.]

[What about the baby? Did you find him where I told you to look?]

[Yes we did, and we managed to locate his mother, so he's doing just fine now.]

Relieved, Tyler eased out a quiet breath. [So what now? Will you still be able to arrest them, or what?]

[Sure, aggravated assault charge since they clearly tried to kill you. That'll keep them in jail for awhile.]

[How long exactly?]

[Hard to say at the moment. But we'll keep them for as long as we can.]

A nervous knot formed in the pit of Tyler's stomach. [When they get out, they'll want to come after me. Might even hurt my family to get even with me for snitching.]

[We'll do our best to protect you upon their release], Rosie signed. [We'll patrol your house a few times a day, and if you see any of them hanging around, give us a call. We'll drive out right away.] 

Not reassured in the least by Rosie's words, Tyler felt his lips go tight with disappointment. 

[We won't let anything happen to you or your family, Tyler. You'll be safe, I can promise you that.]

[Yeah, right.] 

Angered by what he saw as a lame promise, Tyler moved his fingers quickly, gesturing in a way that made it clear he wasn't happy with Rosie's words. 

[I guess you'll protect my mother and sister just like you did against my asshole dad. Where were you when my sister was getting raped? Why did you show up so late whenever me or Kimi called, begging you to stop my dad from beating my mom up or choking her out? Why didn't you keep him in jail instead of letting him out? You didn't protect us then, so why would you now?] 

Clearly eager to respond, Rosie launched into some signs of her own, but this time her gestures were more heated and less polite. 

[Out hands were tied, Tyler. Everytime we put him in jail, your mother would drop the charges.] Her fingers were flying now, brows deeply furrowed. [Was that our fault? Should we be held accountable for her bad decisions?] 

Lowering his eyes, Tyler focused on the bedspread. His lips were drawn flat and his pulse was beating quickly, but Rosie's words were true, and he knew it. Frustrated at the situation in which he was entangled, Tyler eased out a slow breath, then pinched his lips together while continuing to look down.

Approaching the bed slowly, Rosie sat on the edge, then stared at Tyler's face until he could no longer ignore her. Gradually Tyler lifted his gaze to meet hers, and as he saw the kindness that was in her eyes, the expression on his face smoothed out. Lifting his hands, he began to sign again.

[I'm sorry, I know It's not your fault. But I'm worried about my mom and sister and don't want them to get hurt. They've already been through enough.]

[We'll get the bastards who did this to you, okay? Just focus on healing up, and we'll look after your mom and sister.]

She reached out a hand and rubbed his shoulder, then gave him a sad little smile before rising to her feet. She then turned to look at Lucas's mom.

"Thanks for looking after him, Irene. And sorry for coming by at such a late hour."

"Not a problem," Irene responded. "Just make sure you get the guys who did this."

A nod was given by both Rosie and her male partner, and after giving a wave to Tyler, they were out of the room and heading for the front door. 

Still aching from the brutal attack, Tyler gently eased onto his side, then reached out his arm and grabbed the glass of water that was sitting on the nightstand. After taking a sip he set it back down, then rolled onto his back and settled against the soft pillow. 

His lids were just beginning to grow heavy when Lucas's mother reappeared in the bedroom. She had what seemed to be a small note in her hand and as she reached Tyler's bedside, she handed it over to him.

"Rosie wanted me to give this to you. Says it was given to her by the mother of that little boy, after she'd been told that you hid him in the hamper."

Lowering his eyes to the note, Tyler slowly opened it, then began to read the words that had been scrawled in delicate, curly handwriting.

*I don't know who you are, but thank you for saving my baby. Without you my son might be dead. God bless you for caring.*

Gazing up at Irene, Tyler saw that she had been watching his reaction. She pulled the bedspread up so that it covered his chest, then procured a hand bell from the pocket of her robe before setting it on the nightstand.




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 07



"You need anything at all, just ring the bell and I'll come right in. Doesn't matter how early in the morning it is, we're all here for you at anytime."

Procuring the pen and small pad from the space beside him, Tyler quickly scribbled a few thoughtful words: [Thank you for being so good to me.]

Irene smiled. "You're a special one, Tyler. And It's our pleasure to have you here."

Very softly, she placed a kiss against his cheek, then stood to her full height again before offering a few last words.

"Sleep well," she softly said. 

As soon as she turned off the light and closed the door, Tyler allowed his eyes to close. Not a minute later he was already asleep, slumbering deeper than he had in a long time. 

* * * *

After eight long hours of overnight travel on the highway, Ethan's vintage VW bus puttered to a stop in front of Lucas's house. Even before he cut the engine, Kimi was already opening the door, sliding out of her seat and hurrying outside so that she could sprint to the front porch. 

By the time Ethan, Claudia, and Tristan caught up with her, she had already rung the bell, and was anxiously waiting for the door to open. When it finally did, Lucas greeted them all with a "welcome back," but it went completely unheard by Kimi, because she quickly pushed past him and made her way into the house. 

Left to stand there awkwardly, Claudia, Tristan, and Ethan gave Lucas a little smile, then followed him inside and towards the bedroom where Tyler was recuperating. 

"You guys must have burned rubber to make it back so quickly," Lucas said. "Only eight hours ago you were still in Seattle. Didn't the drive out there take ten?"

"Yep," Ethan responded. "But Kimi was anxious to make it back this morning and see Tyler, so I pretty much did a steady eighty the whole way back."

"You mean that old hippie van actually goes that fast?"

"Not without seriously compromising the engine," Ethan replied. "But Kimi's my girl and totally worth it. So if she'd told me to do 100, I would have laid on the gas and straight gunned it."

"Well I'm glad you guys made it safe," Lucas said. "And I'm sure Kimi is relieved to be back home with her brother."

"No doubt," Ethan replied, and with Tristan and Claudia by his side, followed Lucas into his bedroom.

As soon as they entered, all eyes turned to Tyler, who was reclining in bed against a small stack of pillows. Seated on the edge of the bed was Kimi, and standing next to her was Lucas's mom, who immediately greeted them all with a smile and a few quick words.

"Welcome back, kids. It's great to have you all home."

"Thanks," Claudia replied. "It's nice to be back on familiar soil."

Shifting her eyes to Tyler, she gave him a sympathetic smile, but the shock on her face was apparent, eyes going wide as she saw his battered face. Trying her best not to stare, she took in the bluish-black color that encircled his left eye. His nose, which looked painfully swollen, was being tended to by an ice pack in Kimi's hands. 

Then lowering her gaze to his lips, she saw that they had been split open. Saddened that his boyishly innocent face was all bruised, Claudia felt her chest go heavy. But she stepped forward anyways, then forced herself to speak a few words.

"Hey, Tyler. How's it going? Not in too much pain, are you?"

He made a seesawing gesture with his hand which Claudia immediately translated as, somewhat.

"So what happens to the guys that did this to you?" Ethan's brows knitted together. "Are they going to jail or what, because they definitely shouldn't be out on the streets."

"They've already been arrested," Lucas's mother said. 

"Good, I'll hope they'll be in jail for a long time."

"I called the police station earlier this morning, and one of the officers told me they were charging them with misdemeanor assault."

"What a joke," Kimi said. "They tried to kill my brother, and all they get is a minor offense?"

"If the guy they tortured presses charges against them, It'll be bumped up to aggravated assault. But from what the cops told me, he's got a girlfriend and kid, so It's not looking very likely that he'll cooperate with the police."

"Who's the guy they tortured?" Tristan asked.

"A rival gang member. He was the target of an initiation ritual, and I guess Tyler was supposed to be the one who tortured him, but he refused and so Twitch ended up doing it himself."

"Who the hell is Twitch?" Kimi asked.

"The leader of the gang that Tyler was a part of."

"What?" Her brows lifted, jaw slightly dropping as she shifted her gaze to Tyler. "Since when are you in a gang?"

Moving his fingers quickly, Tyler signed a response, but before he had even finished explaining himself, Kimi began to sign some words of her own. Urgently and with a tenseness that could be felt, Kimi and her brother conversed. Along with gesturing back and forth with their hands, they used facial expressions to emphasize words. 

Except for Claudia, nobody else understood fingerspelling, but it was clear to see from the way Kimi and Tyler silently interacted that a heated discussion was in the midst. 

With no choice but to awkwardly stand around, Claudia, Tristan, Ethan, Lucas, and Irene exchanged glances. It seemed they were all wondering whether to leave the room and give the siblings some privacy, but the sudden appearance of a tall, pretty girl with wavy hair caused everyone to focus entirely on her.

"Hi." Her voice came out low, nervous smile touching her lips as she stepped fully into the room. "My name is Jolene, and I'm here to see Tyler."

"What for?" Kimi's gaze was suspicious.

"I heard what happened and I wanted to see how he was doing."

"Well clearly not very well, so I guess that answers your question."

Jolene shifted from one foot to the other, then flitted her gaze to Tyler. As soon as their eyes met, he gave her a smile. Promptly returning it with one of her own, she started towards the bed, but before she could make it there Kimi stood to her feet and blocked Jolene's way. 

"Who are you?" Kimi voice came out stern.

"I told you, my name is Jolene."

"No, I mean how do you know my brother?"

"We're friends." She paused to give Kimi a chance to respond, but receiving only silence, she began to elaborate. "We met a few days ago so we don't know each other very well, but -"

"She's part of Twitch's crew," Lucas interjected, and with his gaze set firmly on Jolene's face, gave her a hard, cold look.

"Oh, so you're the piece of trash that manipulated my brother into joining the gang," Kimi stated.

"Whoa, wait a minute. I'm not trash, okay?" Jolene's eyes flashed with anger. "And Tyler never officially joined the gang, he just hung with us for a couple of days."

"Doing what?" 

"Just hanging out." 

"Did you make him do drugs?"

"No."

"What about sex?"

"What about it?" Jolene asked.

"Did you *screw* him..."

"What kind of a question is that?" 

"Just answer it."

"You're his sister, why do you even care?" 

"Because I'm supposed to care, get it? He's my baby brother, and I don't want him diseased."

"I'm not dirty," Jolene spat.

"Never said you were," Kimi remarked. "But I kinda have to wonder about a female who hangs out with a large group of guys. I mean, what exactly do you do all day?"

"Look, you can stop with the slut shaming, alright? You don't even know who I am, so I really don't think It's fair for you to be making assumptions."

"So I was wrong?" Kimi asked. "Because if I wasn't, I would totally love to know what your position is in an all-male gang."

Jolene's face flushed red at Kimi's words. Her eyes flitted to Lucas and his mother, then Claudia and Tristan before finally resting on Ethan. Clearly mortified at the way they were staring at her, she shifted her attention to Tyler, but Kimi quickly maneuvered her body so he was completely blocked from sight. With a curl of her lip, Kimi narrowed her eyes at Jolene. 

"God, I hope my brother wore a condom."

"Your words don't hurt me," Jolene said in a shaky voice, and her stare became fevered as she stood her ground. "Now can you please just move so I can speak with Tyler?"

"You're not getting past," Kimi responded. 

"I have a right to talk with him."

"Bullshit. Now leave, you're not wanted here."

With both girls stubbornly rooted, the tension in the room became thick. But as a stack of books loudly crashed to the floor from the nightstand table, all eyes turned to Tyler, who was staring at Kimi and Jolene. 

He looked from one to the other, as if contemplating his decision. Then slowly he stretched out his arm, angling it towards Jolene so she could take his hand. 

"Looks like I am wanted," Jolene proudly stated, and after linking her fingers with Tyler's, allowed him to guide her towards the bed. 

Eyeing them with disgust, Kimi watched as Jolene sat down on the bed, giving Tyler a soft kiss before gingerly stroking the side of his jaw which was sporting a bruise. She then shifted her attention to Kimi, who was regarding Jolene with a hateful glare. 

"Are you going to give us any privacy, or not?"

"Hell no," Kimi responded. "I don't trust you."

"I think maybe we should give them privacy," Lucas's mom suddenly said, and with a soft smile that was directed towards Kimi, gestured with her hand so that Kimi would follow her. "Why don't you come out to the kitchen, and we'll get you some tea and breakfast. You've had a long trip, and need to replenish."

Clearly unenthused with the idea, Kimi remained stuck in place. But as Ethan looped an arm around her waist, she finally began to budge.

"Come on, angel," he said in a soft voice. "We'll be in the next room, so there's nothing to worry about."

With him by her side, she began to walk. Then Claudia, Tristan, and Lucas followed, leaving Tyler and Jolene all alone and in silence.

* * * *

As soon as everyone had left, Jolene hurriedly began to speak.

"Oh my God, what did Twitch do to you?" Her gaze roamed along the various bruises on his face, then fixed intently on his left eye, which had swollen to twice its size. "I didn't know this was his plan, I swear I didn't." 

Tyler nodded to let her know that he believed her, then scribbled across the pad before showing her what he'd written:

[It's not your fault, so you don't have to be sorry. It was my decision to do it, not yours.]

"He must have threatened you," Jolene stated. "You're too nice a guy to just willingly go along."

Setting pen to paper, Tyler wrote: [He told me if I didn't, that I would never see you again. Couldn't stand the thought of losing you, so I decided to go along.]

"Oh God, you did this because of me?"

Tyler nodded.

"Okay, now I really feel terrible."

Hoping to ease her guilt, Tyler shook his head, then reached out his hand to stroke her cheek, which felt soft as silk beneath his palm. 

"If it wasn't for me, this wouldn't have happened." Her eyes were now watery. "Last night when Twitch came back, he was bragging about beating you up. Said he'd killed you, and that your body was somewhere along the highway."

Continuing to read her lips, Tyler watched as she continued on.

"As soon as he said that, I got this awful feeling. Like somebody had stabbed me right in the gut." Her voice was wavery, chin trembling as she recalled the dreadful memory. "Next thing I knew I was in the bathroom, throwing up. I don't know how long I stayed in there, but it must have been a pretty long time, because when I finally came out, Twitch and Cruiser were gone."

She paused to wipe her eyes, then swallowed a lump before speaking again.

"Twitch's girlfriend told me that they'd gotten arrested, which made me feel good that they were paying for what they'd done. But I still felt terrible because I thought you were dead, and I knew I'd never find anyone else who cared about me like you do." 

Slipping his fingers into her hair, Tyler looked deeply into her eyes. 

"I was up all night crying," she said. "I couldn't stop thinking about you."

Tyler quickly wrote a few words on the memo pad: But somehow you found out I was alive. [How did that happen?]

"Twitch's girlfriend Alyssa told me where you lived. I don't really know why I showed up, guess I was desperate to reach out to someone who knew you well. Anyways, your dad answered the door and when I started crying about how you were dead he laughed and told me you weren't. I was pretty confused so I asked him if he was sure, and he told me he'd gotten a voicemail the previous night. I asked who from, and he told me Lucas. So I asked for the address, but he didn't give it to me. Just slammed the door in my face."

[So how did you find me?] Tyler wrote.

"Well after he slammed the door in my face, I started walking toward home. But then I heard this car coming up behind me and when I turned I saw it was your dad behind the wheel."

Tyler's mouth went dry and a quiver formed in his stomach. He felt physically ill, as if he was going to throw up at any minute, but the urgency to hear what happened next overpowered the desire for him to throw up.

"I felt like walking faster, but I was curious to know why he was following me. So I stopped at the side of the road and he pulled up beside me. He asked if I wanted a ride, and I said I could walk. Then he told me that he could take me to Lucas's so I could see you. My first thought was to say no, because I felt like he might be lying. But at that point I was pretty desperate to find out whether you were truly alive, so I said okay and got into the car."

Still listening intently, Tyler swallowed a lump.

"We were only driving a little while before he started asking me questions about me and you. Like how we met, and if I was your girlfriend, and if we'd had sex yet. Then he asked me if I'd been with a man his age before, and when I said that I hadn't, he asked if I wanted to give it a try."

Tyler's pulse sped up, heart beating so quickly that it pounded in his ears. He couldn't hear it of course, but he could feel the vibration, and suddenly it felt as if his entire body was burning up.

"I didn't do anything with him, Tyler. But just so you know, he did try to take things further."

[HOW?] The pencil nearly broke in his hand as he wrote the word.

"Before I got out of the car, he put his hand on my leg. Then he looked me in the eye and said, 'I can keep a secret if you can.' I told him I wasn't interested and that he was a sick creep for even trying. Then I got out of the car and headed for the house. I could still feel him watching me so when I reached the porch, I looked back. And that's when he made this obscene flicking gesture with his tongue."

Without even realizing it, Tyler's body had stiffened. His fists clenched lightly and his pulse was still racing, but as Jolene took his hand in hers, the feeling of anger began to dissipate.

"I'm sorry I had to share that with you, but I thought you should know so that it wouldn't be a secret. I mean if we're going to be together, then we should always tell the truth, right?"

Tyler nodded, then used his free hand to quickly scribble a few words: [We're together?]

"Well sure, if you want to be." She gently smiled before asking. "Do you want to be a couple?"

He nodded excitedly, and as she pulled him in for a kiss, he happily returned it. Relishing the softness of her lips, he closed his eyes, going fully into the moment. Her lips were soft and warm, so sweet tasting that he didn't ever want to pull away. But as Jolene broke the kiss so she could look into his eyes, he saw that her expression held uncertainty.

"So now that we're officially a couple, I need to come clean about a few things. 

He waited expectantly, trying to ignore the knot that was forming in his stomach.

"You remember the night we first met, when Twitch brought me to you and we started talking?"

Tyler nodded.

"Well, you're not the first guy I've done that with. When Twitch brings a new member into the gang, he sends me or one of the other three girls to give him sexual favors. Kind of like a welcoming thing, so that they'll want to stick around."

A sullen look crossed Tyler's face, and a burning sensation built in his chest. He didn't like thinking of Jolene with other guys, and it made him sick to know that Twitch had been passing her around. But was he truly surprised at what she had just confessed to him?

Of course he wasn't, he had suspected it all along. But a part of himself had been in serious denial, and wanted to believe otherwise. Now, however, that lie could no longer live on. 

Now he had to face the truth, and accept that her sexual history included the guys who were in Twitch's gang. Burning with jealousy, he felt his jaw clench.

"I haven't been with every guy in the crew," she said. "Maybe half or a little less. But I want you to know that you're the only one I've developed feelings for."

Tyler believed her, he could see in her eyes that she was telling the truth. But it didn't make the jealousy he felt any less powerful or painful. Doing his best to ignore the way that his stomach was hardening, Tyler picked up the pencil and hastily wrote across the pad.

[Have you ever been with Twitch?]

"No," Jolene said firmly. "His girlfriend Alyssa is really jealous, so he never went after me in that way. But he did like to watch me sometimes, like when I was getting intimate with one of the guys."

Tyler didn't want to read her lips anymore, so he lowered his eyes and gazed at the bedspread. A few seconds passed before Jolene reached out to touch his face, and as her palm softly caressed it, Tyler's gaze slowly lifted to meet hers.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that," she softy stated. "I'll just shut up now, because It's obviously bothering you."

But Tyler didn't want her to shut up. And although he knew he'd be better off not knowing, he wrote down a question that he was desperate to find out.

[What about you and Cruiser? Have you ever had sex with him?]

"Once, a couple of months ago," Jolene slowly responded. "But it wasn't because I was attracted to him. I was trashed out of my mind when it happened, and as soon as it was over I completely regretted it."

Rather than write some words in response, Tyler only stared straight into her eyes. A sick feeling had come over him, and he was doing his best to not imagine Jolene having sex with a creep like Cruiser. But the harder he tried to push the images away, the more intrusive and graphic they became.

Staring right back at Tyler, Jolene seemed to be imploring him, silently urging him to reassure her that all was still well. But as moments passed and Tyler only gazed into her eyes, a downcast expression took over her face.

"Look, if you don't want to be with me anymore, I understand." Her voice wavered, wetness building in her eyes. "You probably think I'm all dirty and used up, so if you changed your mind about us being a couple, you can just tell me." 

With a shake of his head, Tyler let her know that wasn't the case. Then using the pencil to communicate his thoughts, he shared what he had written down: 

[It makes me sad to know that the guys in Twitch's crew had their way with you, but It's not my place to condemn you for doing it.]

A look of hope crossed Jolene's face. "So you're okay with it?" She asked. "I mean you're actually willing to forgive my past and give me a chance anyways?"

[No judgment from me, only love. What you did before we met is in the past. What's important to me is that you stop hanging with anyone who is associated with Twitch. You're my girlfriend now, and I don't want you having sex with other guys.]

"Of course," Jolene quickly said. "That part of my life is over, and I don't plan on ever going back."

[Promise me], Tyler wrote. [Please say you're serious about this Jolene, because I really want us to be together.]




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 08



"So this is it, huh?" Claudia's mother said as she stood outside of her daughter's bedroom door. "Last day of living at home, and off to college for the next four years."

"I'll be back to visit," Claudia responded, and after taping up the last of her boxes, she zipped up the pink zebra print suitcase she was taking along.

"I still don't understand why you have to move into the dorm today." Mona's green eyes were tinged with sadness. "The official move-in day Isn't until tomorrow, so why not just stick around until then?"

"Because Kimi and I want to get adjusted before everyone else, that's why." 

"What about Tristan and Ethan? Are they wanting to leave early, too?"

"Oh, we've got them totally whipped," Claudia said. "They just do whatever we tell them."

"Is that right?" Mona asked with a playful lift of her brows. 

"Only joking, of course," Claudia said, and she gave her mother a brief smile before checking her reflection in the vanity mirror. "You think I look alright for my first day?" 

Consisting of tight blue jeans and a crop top that had been layered beneath a fringe suede jacket, Claudia's outfit was casual, but stylish enough to fit the special occasion. 

"You look very cute," Mona remarked, and walking further into the room, positioned herself at Claudia's side. "And your hair looks great."

"Thanks." Sporting a foundation which flawlessly matched her deep brown complexion, Claudia took one last look in the mirror. Turning to face her mother she said, "So this is it, then. I'm actually going away."

"You'll be back for Thanksgiving though, right?" 

Claudia nodded.

"And Christmas as well. New Years too, if you can swing it."

"I'll probably drive out with Kimi at least a few times a month, as well. She'll have Tyler to check on, so we'll be around every now and again."

"Good." Mona picked some lint from Claudia's suede jacket, then looked back into her eyes with an excited gleam. "So since you'll be leaving today, I guess now is the time to share some news with you."

"Okay." Expectantly, Claudia waited for her mother to continue on.

"Well, I took a test last night and it turns out that I'm pregnant. So it looks like you're going to have a baby sister or brother in the next nine months."

"Oh my God. Mom, that's fantastic." Claudia beamed at Mona, then gave her a hug. "You didn't even tell me that you guys were trying."

"Because I didn't want to jinx it," Mona said. "I've had some fertility issues and It's been super frustrating, so I felt it was best to see if we could actually conceive first."

"Well I'm super shocked that you're pregnant." Claudia's eyes were wide with surprise. "But very happy for you two, and totally looking forward to the baby arriving."

"Thanks, sugar plum." Mona smiled. "It'll be Big John's first child, so he's very excited and looking forward to it as well."

"So I guess my room will soon be a nursery," Claudia said. "Good thing I'm leaving for college. You and Big John will need the extra room."

"Hey, there will always be space here for you. In fact, Big John has plans to start building a back house this month. That way whenever you come out for a visit, you'll have a room to stay in, and won't have to sleep on the couch."

"That'd be awesome," Claudia responded. "But don't rush or anything on my account. If need be I can always just crash with Tristan at his place."

"So, new beginnings, huh?" Mona smiled proudly at her daughter. "You're going off to college, I'll be having a baby with Big John...you and I are embarking on some serious life changes."

"We deserve these good things," Claudia remarked. "When dad died, it threw everything upside down. And now here we are, loving life again."

"We've been blessed."

"Most definitely."

"So you know what's coming next, right?" Mona asked with a smile.

"What?" Claudia asked.

"Pictures." Holding a camera up in front of her face, Mona gestured for Claudia to pose in front of the window. "But try and look natural, don't pose too hard."

"I'm not posing, I'm just standing here."

"That smile you're giving me is forced, like you're on the toilet and having troubles with constipation."

"Mom!" Claudia broke into a grin, whereupon the camera made a snapping noise.

"Got it!" Pleased that'd she coaxed a genuine smile out of Claudia, Mona lowered the camera.

Before she had a chance to check out the photo, a beep sounded from beyond Claudia's bedroom window. Hurriedly she slipped the strap of her duffel bag over her shoulder, then lifted one of the moving boxes in her arms. 

Wanting to give her a hand, Mona started to lift one as well, but as Big John appeared in Claudia's bedroom doorway, he immediately rushed into the room.

"Don't even think about lifting that, Mona," he said while gesturing for her to leave the bedroom. "Claudia and I will take care of the boxes, you just open the door and let Tristan in."

Giving a nod, Mona started to do just that. But before she crossed the threshold to head out into the hallway, she suddenly turned and made her way back to Big John. Standing on her tiptoes, she gave him a kiss on the lips. Then she ran her palm across his cheek before softly speaking some words.

"Thank you for being such a wonderful boyfriend." 

"Not a problem, love," he responded adoringly, and as she turned to walk out of the room, he watched her go with a gentle smile.

Having watched the entire display with a smile of her own, Claudia couldn't help but admire their love for one another. But as she heard a knock at the front door, she walked quickly out of the room, heading straight down the hallway and toward the front door.

Mona, who had opened the door and was chatting with Tristan, stepped aside as Claudia approached. Upon seeing that his girlfriend was carrying a heavy box, Tristan took it out of her hands, then gave her a smile and a kiss before heading out to the car. Trailing behind him was Big John, who toted a moving box of his own with such ease, it could have been filled with nothing but air. 

Over the next five minutes, Big John and Tristan moved several more boxes, transferring them from Claudia's room to Tristan's car, which was parked in the driveway. Once they were done, Tristan joined Claudia's side and they stepped out onto the porch so that they could say their goodbyes.

"Well, I guess this is where we say goodbye," Claudia said, and she shifted her gaze from her mother to Big John."

"Be well, Claudia." He stepped forward first to give her a hug. "Study hard and keep in touch. And don't forget to visit when you can, alright?"

She gave a nod, then accepted a hug from her mother that was especially tight. 

"I'm proud of you, sugar plum," Mona said while patting her on the back. "You're going to do amazing in university. Just remember that this is your home, and if you ever need to come back for any reason at all, we're here for you." 

"Thanks, mom." Claudia's eyes were wet now, and she watched as Tristan and her mother shared a hug.

"Take good care of Claudia," Big John said to Tristan. "Be her protector and make sure she stays safe."

"Definitely. I promise," Tristan replied.

"I love you," Mona tearfully said. "Don't forget to call me when you arrive."

"Love you too, and I will," Claudia replied, then with Tristan by her side, offered a wave before descending the porch steps. 

As they reached his 70's era Lincoln Continental, Tristan opened the door so Claudia was seated first, then walked around to the driver's side before getting behind the wheel. As he was backing out of the driveway, both he and Claudia gave last waves to Mona and Big John, then they were on the street and driving away from the house. 

Still digesting the fact that she was actually leaving home, Claudia remained silent and gazed thoughtfully out of the window. Although excited, the huge change that lay before her suddenly seemed a bit overwhelming. Having been a resident on the reservation for nearly a year, she had gotten used to her surroundings and had even come to like the slow, laid back pace. 

But now, with them going off to university way off in the city, everything would change. It would be a good change, though, and would advance her and Tristan in ways that she couldn't even imagine. Shifting her attention to him, she noticed he was being unusually quiet, and reaching out to grab his hand, softly stroked it with her thumb.

"You okay?" Noticing that his palm was slightly sweaty, she offered him a concerned look.

He nodded, then lightly smiled. 

"It's going to be great, you know," she assured him. "University will be awesome, we'll have a lot of fun." 

"Yeah." He nodded again, but that feeling of nervousness was still coming off him in waves.

Continuing along the road, Tristan maneuvered the car towards their destination. But instead of taking the route that Claudia expected, he seemed to be bypassing it, heading for some area that she didn't recognize.

"Where are we going?" Noticing that he'd missed the turn which would lead them to Kimi's house, Claudia regarded him with a puzzled look. "Kimi's house is the other way, you're heading right past it and further into the reservation."

"That's right," Tristan responded. "We're taking a brief detour."

"But why?"

"You'll understand soon," he cryptically replied.

As soon turned into nearly ten minutes, Claudia seriously began to wonder where Tristan was taking her. Gazing out the window, she watched as they traveled past worn down trailers that had old rez cars in the back. Sheets of wildflowers covered the hills that they passed, eventually flattening out into grassy spaces that were void of any houses at all. 

They traveled a bit further before Tristan finally eased up on the gas, and after pulling into a field that was populated by daisies and buttercups, he turned off the engine. Shifting his eyes to her face, he waited for her to speak first.

"Nice area," Claudia said while glancing out at the beautiful scenery that surrounded them. "But why exactly are we here?"

"I need to relax," he gently replied. "And until I do, I'm not driving us any further."

"Seriously?" Claudia lifted her brows. "Tristan, we don't have time for this. Kimi and Ethan are waiting for us at her house. If we don't show up soon, they might leave and head to the university by themselves."

"They'll wait," Tristan stated, and one of his hands reached out to take hers. "Talk to me, okay? Tell me I'm being silly and that everything will be alright."

"Of course it will, babe. Why wouldn't it be? We're heading off to university."

"I know, which means I should be happy, right? But ever since I woke up this morning, I've been feeling strange."

"In what way?"

"Well that's just it," he softly said. "I can't figure out where this feeling came from. Ever since we were in high school I've been looking forward to going away. But now that the time is actually here, I'm feeling this weird apprehension."

"Nothing to be worried about, Tristan. You're smart, you'll do well in all of your classes. You'll be sharing a dorm with Ethan, so It's not like you'll be living with a stranger. And I'll be housed on the floor directly above you, so that means we can see each other as often as we like."

"That's true," he replied. "Having you and Kimi around will definitely make things awesome. Guess It's kind of lame for me to be all nervous, huh? I mean, I've worked hard to get into university. This should be the most exciting time of my life."

"Well it is a big change," Claudia said. "So I don't blame you for feeling uneasy about it."

With a smile on her lips, Claudia leaned in closer, angling her head so that Tristan could give her a kiss. Tantalizingly, he licked the bottom pad of her lip, then slipped his tongue inside and gave her a tender, open-mouthed kiss. Moaning at the richness of it, Claudia kissed him back with passion. 

Her tongue slid over his, tasting the coffee that he'd had with breakfast earlier that morning. As with everytime that they kissed, she found herself wanting more, and soon her palm came to rest on his lap, gradually sliding higher until it found what it wanted.

"I'm horny," she said while pulling back to look into his eyes. "Take me into the backseat so we can fuck."

Glossy with desire, Tristan's eyes lit up at her naughty language. The bulge in his pants grew even harder as she caressed it, and with a tug on the door handle, he was exiting the car. Not wasting a second, Claudia got out of the car too, and as she saw that Tristan was undressing right there in the field, she immediately followed suit.

With only miles of sun drenched wildflowers to surround them, they were totally alone and without restrictions. It took them barely a minute to fully unclothe, tossing their clothes onto the grass that was beneath them. 

Then smiling and naked, they both got into the backseat. Giggling lightly, they came together in a tangle of limbs, kissing and moaning and whispering as they fondled one another.

But as things heated up and their foreplay began to intensify, the air of playfulness shifted, becoming something that was a lot more passionate. Soon Tristan was straddling Claudia, positioning his crotch with hers so they were aligned.

Usually sweet and gentle, Tristan was clearly in the mood for something a bit rougher, and after spreading her legs so that her sex was fully exposed, he slipped his sheathed penis into her warm and welcoming hole.

"Tristan..." Claudia moaned as he set up a rhythm, eliciting little gasps as he stretched her snug pussy.

He didn't have to work at going deep because his was length was substantial, long enough to hit all the right spots that were embedded in her feminine heat. Her silky wetness fully enveloped him, providing such pleasure that he grunted and moaned. Claudia felt his breaths ghost against her cheek, the pace gradually increasing so that the car gently rocked to every thrust that he made. 

Soon his strokes escalated to a feverish level, and capturing Claudia's thin wrists in his hand, he pinned them against the backseat.

Amazed at the level of strength of possessed, Claudia found herself even more turned on. Now effectively pinned beneath his masculine form, Claudia couldn't move her arms even an inch. Her legs, which were spread open as far as they would go, ached from being in such an extreme position. But it was the good kind of ache, the kind that made her realize she enjoyed a bit of pain.

"You like this?" He asked while breathing hotly against her neck. "You like spreading your legs and getting fucked hard in the back of a car?"

Moaning in ecstasy, Claudia threw her head back. Her breasts jutted out, nipples stiff and smooth and hardening even further. The faster the thrusts came the louder she would cry out, but it wasn't just the way he was fucking her, it was also the feeling of being dominated and held in place against her will. 

She'd never even thought of them roleplaying before, but that now that Tristan was clearly playing the character of an aggressor, she found herself wildly excited and extremely aroused.

"You're a bad girl." His words came out sounding breathy. "So naughty and horny, aren't you?"

Incapable of stringing together decipherable sentences, Claudia steadily released cries as she edged closer to climax. Hot and hard and unrelenting inside of her, Tristan kept up the pace, hips working so quick they almost became a blur. Soon Claudia's cries turned into screams and then all of a sudden his name tore from her throat, spasms taking over her body.

She'd barely finished coming when Tristan reached the edge himself, and with a quick, fluid movement, pulled out of her heat and removed the condom. He pumped himself fiercely a few times before exploding, shooting thick, hot ropes of come over her vaginal lips.

Moaning in response, Claudia lowered her gaze, watching as spurt after spurt landed between her legs. Warm and wet, it trickled down her slit, lightly coating the material of the seat beneath her. But before it could all dribble away, Tristan lowered himself to his knees. He didn't waste a moment dipping his tongue into her heat, and with an eagerness that made Claudia release a throaty cry, ate her well-fucked and cum covered pussy. 

Thoroughly turned on by his kinkiness, Claudia came for the second time, her inner muscles convulsing as he lapped and suckled the silken flesh. By the time his tongue finally stopped Claudia was limp and boneless, unable to do much more except utter a satisfied sigh. Spent from all the energy he'd expended, Tristan lifted himself to the seat, then sat beside her before pulling her into his arms. 

Resting her head against his chest, Claudia eased out a soft breath, and for awhile they just relaxed there, clinging to each other's sweaty bodies. Besides their gentle breathing, the only sounds were the birds chattering. 

The scent of the wildflowers drifted in through the open doors, mingling with the scent of their muskiness. They drifted into a lazy state, but theirs was a tiredness that was fulfilling, rather than exhausting. 

First to break the silence, Tristan let out a contented moan, and after angling his mouth so they could share a deep kiss, he pulled back to look deep into her eyes.

"I love you," he whispered.

"Love you, too," she softly said before adding, "So, are you more relaxed now?"

He nodded, giving a little murmur before kissing the top of her head.

"I've wanted to do that for awhile," she said.

"What, have sex in the backseat of my car?"

"Yep." Claudia smoothed a palm against his chest. "I mean you have this giant backseat, so I always figured it would be good for something like that."

Tristan's lips tugged upwards. "Where else would you like to have sex?"

"On a train, like one of those Amtrak ones that go cross-country."

"Good pick," Tristan said. "I never thought of that before, but it sounds pretty awesome."

A moment of silence passed before Claudia spoke. "What about you? Where would you like to do it?" 

"In the shower would be nice, but my ultimate fantasy is to do it in a movie theater."

"Then we totally should," Claudia replied. "At least one of these days."

"Wow, okay. I'm going to remember you said that." 

"We should start a bucket list," Claudia suggested. "Fill it with a bunch of things we want to do together, and start working on a few by the end of this year."

"Definitely. I like that idea a lot."

Still all too content to simply sit there and just do nothing, Tristan and Claudia enjoyed the warm breeze, feeling it blow through the car and wrap itself around them before continuing along through the field of flowers. Then the sound of a text cut through the stillness, jolting them from their wonderfully carefree moment. 

Recognizing the message alert as coming from her phone, Claudia reluctantly pulled out of Tristan's embrace. After retrieving her jeans that were crumpled up in the field, she took out her cell phone, then opened the message before reading what had been sent:

*Stop banging and get over here. And don't say you aren't because I know that's what you're doing. Seriously. Give it a rest you sex addicts, and put your genitals away.* 

Claudia grinned at the text, then set the phone inside the car so that she could slip into her clothes. Noticing that she was covering her nude body, Tristan gave her an almost sorrowful look, then briefly glanced at her cell phone before gazing at her face.

"Who was the text from?"

"Kimi," Claudia replied. "She told us to stop banging, and get to her house asap."

'Shit, I'd totally forgotten we were supposed to meet her and Ethan." Exiting the other side of the car, Tristan hastily slipped into his own clothes, and after fully dressing, slid into the front seat and behind the wheel.




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 08



Once Claudia was in the passenger's side, Tristan started the car and they took off, driving out of the field and back onto the road. Along the way to Kimi's house, he pulled into the Qwik Stop Gas & Mini Mart, and after positioning the huge Lincoln next to a pump, he put it into park. 

"Need anything while I'm inside?" Tristan asked.

"Some water would be nice. And an ice cream bar, strawberry shortcake if they have it."

"Coming right up," he said, lips brushing hers for a gentle kiss, then he was out of the car and heading towards the mini mart just ahead.

Checking her reflection in the rearview mirror, Claudia saw that her hair was voluminous and soft looking, the curls tight but reaching down to below her armpit. Her foundation was still fresh looking and her eye makeup was intact, but her lipstick had been rubbed off by all the kissing she had done with Tristan. 

Digging into her small handbag, Claudia retrieved her lipstick, and after applying a new layer, smacked her lips together. She barely had to time to apply a dab of gloss before she noticed movement from the corner of her eye, and turning her head to look, she saw that Lucas was approaching the car.

Surprised to see that it was him, she lifted her brows and watched him come closer, unabashedly studying the way that the sleeveless raglan tee showed off his biceps. Nicely toned, they seemed even more developed than the last time she'd seen him, and on noticing that his shirt was lightly stained with sweat, her heart beat a little quicker. 

She didn't know why it turned her on, but for some reason it did. Maybe because it reminded her of physical labor and with physical labor came a hard, toned body, which Lucas so clearly had. Even before he reached the car she was already smiling, and in return he widely grinned, eyes dancing with obvious merriment.

"Hey you," she said as he finally reached the car.

"Hey yourself, girl." He leaned down so his face was at her level. "What's going on?"

"Heading out to university today." She gestured to the mini mart before adding, "Tristan's inside paying for gas, then we'll be on our way over to Kimi's."

"You're leaving today?" Lucas's face went slack with disappointment. "Well why didn't you tell me? I would have showed up at your house to say goodbye."

"I did tell you. Sent you a message last night, but you never responded."

"I never got it," he replied. "My phone can be funny sometimes, though, so It's probably just a glitch in the system or something."

"Yeah, well, good thing I bumped into you here, huh?"

"Most definitely." 

Noticing the fine wood chippings that covered his shirt, Claudia decided to inquire. "So where are you on your way from?"

"The sawmill," he replied. "Just getting off an eight hour shift, so I'm pretty beat right now."

"Well for eight hours of hard work, you look pretty good," she said. 

"Oh yeah?" Lucas's eyes gleamed at her flirtatious compliment. "Well thanks, you're looking pretty nice yourself."

She inwardly blushed, but maintained steady eye contact with him. 

"I always did think you were sexy," Lucas said in a purposely lowered tone. "You know I still have a thing for you, right?"

Her lashes lowered, face growing hot at his blatantly seductive words. Yet as flattered as she was, a part of her also felt guilty. Not even an hour ago she'd been having sex with Tristan, and now here she was, lusting after Lucas and blushing madly at his come on's. 

Tristan was her boyfriend, while Lucas was an ex, so why was she sitting here flirting with him when she was already in a committed and loving relationship?

"Yeah, I admitted it," Lucas declared. "I still like you, Claude. But of course you already knew that because girls are good at figuring that stuff out."

"But I didn't know," Claudia said. "To be honest, I thought you'd already moved on."

"I have," he replied. "But just because you let go of one person and start dating others, doesn't mean the feelings completely disappear, you know?"

Claudia nodded, then cleared her throat before lowering her eyes. But as she lifted them again, she could see that Lucas was still studying her face. To her it seemed as if he was waiting for a reply, or perhaps even hoping that she'd share her own feelings with him. But she just couldn't bring herself to do it, at least not here, with Tristan so close. 

Perhaps realizing that she wasn't going to give a response, Lucas shifted on his feet, then briefly glanced at the mini mart before gazing back at Claudia. 

"But you're with Tristan now and I know you guys are happy. So that's cool and I'm glad for you."

"Thanks," she replied, and on lowering her gaze from his, she saw his left bicep had been tatted up.

"You got a tattoo?" Her eyes went wide.

"Oh yeah, like a couple weeks ago. You're just noticing it right now?"

"Well the last few times we saw one another you were wearing long sleeved shirts, so yeah, It's my first time noticing it."

"You know who it is, right?" Lucas shifted his stance so she could fully view the inked portrait. 

"Sitting Bull?" Claudia asked.

"Yes, that's right," he said with a smile. "So you do know a bit about Native history."

"Sure, I read," Claudia responded, and as Lucas lightly chuckled, she gave him a wide grin. "So how long have you been on the job?"

"A week. The hours are early and the work can be pretty laborious, but the pay is good so I'm not complaining, you know?"

She offered a nod. "I'm glad you're employed. Did you register for community college yet?"

"Oh yeah, I did that like four weeks ago," he said. "Matter of fact, classes are starting next week."

"Nice. You excited?"

"More nervous than anything else, but I'm looking forward to meeting new people and getting on the path to university."

"That's awesome, Lucas. I'm glad that things are working out for you."

"Same to you, Claude." 

They both grew quiet, and for a few moments just listened to the sounds of cars pulling in and out of the station. But as Claudia's gaze flitted to the mini mart, she began to wonder about her boyfriend.

"I should probably go check on Tristan," she said. "He's been gone awhile, and I'm starting to wonder why he hasn't shown back up."

"Oh, right. Yeah guess you should go see what he's up to."

As Lucas backed away from the car Claudia opened the door, but instead of leaving the path open Tristan, Lucas stood directly in front of her. 

"So do I get a goodbye hug, or what?" He asked.

"Oh, sure. I mean yeah, of course you do." She leaned toward him so that he could embrace her, and as his arms wrapped around her smaller form, she tightly hugged him back.

"Seems like we're always saying goodbye," Lucas said. "This makes the third one in the past three months."

"First one was when you broke up with me, then the second was before I went on the road trip."

"Yeah." Pulling back to look at her face, Lucas offered her a gentle smile. "And now you're going off for good, becoming a city girl and leaving the rez behind."

"I'll be back," she said. "This is my home, so I'll return for visits." 

"Good," Lucas said, and after glancing around the tiny gas station, directed his gaze back at Claudia. "You know, It's kind funny that we're saying our goodbyes right here. You do remember this is where we first met, right?"

"Yep. First day I arrived on the rez, my mom and I stopped off here. I think I was 

heading into the convenience store and you were driving behind me, staring at me from your car."

"I was checking out your body," Lucas replied. "You were wearing these cutoffs that showed off your long legs."

Claudia lightly smiled before continuing. "You asked me if I was lost."

"Because you were the only black girl around," he said with a grin.

"It really annoyed me when you said that. I remember thinking you were a total ass."

"Well I couldn't just drive by without saying anything. I had to know, I was really curious."

Her lips peeled back to reveal white teeth. "Well guess I can't blame you for being curious."

"Or attracted," he said with a smile, and as she dipped her lashes so that her eyes were briefly hidden, he released a soft chuckle.

"So I've gotta go now," she hastily said. "It was great seeing you again, though, and I'm glad we had a chance to say goodbye."

"Yeah me too," Lucas replied. "Take care and be safe out there in the city, okay? And send me a text every now and again to let me know you're allright."

"I will," Claudia said, and after giving a little wave, turned on her heel and headed for the mini mart.

It hurt to walk away from Lucas. Not only a little, but a whole lot. Yet still she kept on forward, and although she could feel his eyes on her back she continued along, heading into the mini mart and disappearing behind the door.

* * * *

As soon as Claudia entered the convenience store, Tristan hastily grabbed a magazine. Hoping to make it seem as if he was engrossed, he flipped through the pages quickly. Eventually he came upon an article, some write-up titled: the unexpected consequences of selfies, and feigning acute interest, pretended to read the words that were on the page. 

Even before Claudia reached him he could smell her perfume. It was a light and carefree fragrance, not too unlike her own personality, and as she came to a stop in front of him, he slowly lifted his gaze to her face.

"Oh, hi." Rather than sound nonchalant, his tone came off as slightly uneasy.

"You're reading magazines?" More amused than annoyed, she lifted one of her arched brows. "This is what was making you take so long to return?"

"Yeah, well I saw this on the shelf and I thought it looked really interesting. Sorry I took so long, didn't even realize how long I was in here."

"But It's a magazine," Claudia stated. "I mean, how fascinating could it be?"

"Well it might not be fascinating but It's definitely interesting."

Gently grabbing the item from his hand, she closed the publication and checked out the front cover.

"Tristan, you're reading a copy of *Vogue*."

With a hastiness, Tristan took the magazine from her hands, then placed it back on the shelf before resting his eyes on Claudia. "Alright, so maybe I wasn't reading magazines. I was spying on you, okay?" He gestured to the oversized window located next to the magazine rack.

"Spying, but why? You don't trust me with Lucas, or what?"

"I trust you," Tristan replied. "But I wanted to see how he would act if I wasn't around to provide a buffer."

He waited for a response, but when she didn't say anything he continued on.

"This is Lucas is we're talking about here, Claude. He like seduces girls as a pastime."

"We were just saying goodbye," she said. 

"He was flirting with you," Tristan replied. "I could tell by the way he was smiling and showing off his tattoo."

"Maybe he was flirting a little," Claudia admitted. "But it was harmless and he didn't cross any lines."

"Yeah, well I still didn't like it." A slight pout touched his lips. "I know this sounds stupid and completely insecure, but I wish you wouldn't look at him that way."

"What way?" Claudia asked.

"The way you were looking at him when he was walking towards the car. It was like you were imagining him naked."

"Oh, like you don't check girls out?"

Feeling as if he was being baited, Tristan kept his mouth shut.

"You've checked Kimi out before," Claudia declared. "I've seen it with my own eyes."

"What?"

"Don't play stupid, Tristan. When we were at the hot springs during our road trip, I noticed you check her out in her bikini."

"I may have looked for a few moments," Tristan replied in a fluster. "But I wasn't fantasizing. It was just a quick glance, nothing more."

"Exactly," Claudia responded. "And I only quickly checked Lucas out as well, so you know what that means? That we're normal people with functioning libidos. We're not blind or anything, so sometimes we're going to look. And that's perfectly okay."

Realizing that she was right, Tristan allowed his muscles to go loose. The jealousy that he'd felt began to slowly disappear, and suddenly he felt foolish for allowing his insecurities to get the best of him. 

"You're right," he admitted. "I was being silly, and I'm sorry for spying. It was wrong and I shouldn't have done it."

"It's fine," Claudia said, and pulling him toward her, looped her arms around his neck. "We both have our moments of insecurity, but at the end of the day we know who we're with."

"That's right." Looking into her eyes, Tristan noticed how brown and endlessly deep they were. "We belong to each other, Claude. It's like we share this special connection."

"Uh-huh." Sliding her fingers into his shoulder length hair, she gave him a deeply intense look. "Plus we're amazing in bed together. Doesn't matter if we're fucking or making love, It's always intense."

"Ditto on that," Tristan replied, and as he leaned in to kiss her, her mouth was already ready for him. 

Their tongues brushed together, moans releasing as they softly kissed. His hands came to rest on her waist and for a moment he considered copping a quick feel of her butt, but they were in public and he didn't want to go overboard on the PDA.

As their lips disentangled, their hands joined, and they headed for the door. Minutes later they were in the car and pulling out of the gas station, but for some reason Claudia's eyes were drawn to the rearview mirror. 

As her eyes focused on the glass, she caught sight of Lucas's reflection. Leaned against one of the gas pumps, he was watching Claudia and Tristan drive off. A sad look was on his face as he observed them, but still he rose a hand, offering a little wave to Claudia as Tristan began to accelerate. 

She rose her own hand to say goodbye, then lowered it to her lap. And only once the gas station was in the distance and Lucas no longer visible, did she focus on the road before her. But the tug on her heart remained, leaving her with a pang of sadness.

* * * *

An aging mobile home with a cream body and brown trim, the trailer where Kimi lived was set on a plot of land with patchy grass. Eager to to hit the road, Kimi was already on the porch, and as Tristan's Lincoln Continental pulled onto the grass, she made a rush for the car.

Following alongside her was Tyler, who held a skull print duffel bag in one hand and her makeup trunk in the other. As soon as they reached the car, Kimi opened the back door and threw her backpack inside, then stepped aside so that Tyler could load her duffel bag and makeup kit. While he was situating it in the back seat, she bent down to greet Tristan and Claudia.

"So you finally decided to show up." A large grin crossed her face as she looked from Tristan to Claudia, and then back again. "Yep, just as I suspected, you guys were totally doing it."

"How could you possibly know that?" Claudia asked. "For all you know, we just stopped off for gas and to grab a few snacks."

"Oh, I know you stopped off for gas..." Her gaze shifted to the foil wrapped hot dog in Tristan's hand, which was covered in the Quik Mart logo. "But that condom wrapping in the backseat tells me you two also made time for a quickie."

With a smirk on their lips, Claudia and Tristan looked at one another, then set their eyes back on Kimi who was grinning widely at them. 

"So do you two mind me hanging out in the car with you for awhile? Ethan got a flat tire while driving on the highway, so he's gonna be at least another half hour."

"Not all," Claudia responded. "Hop on in. And you too, Tyler."

He smiled at Claudia, then waved at Tristan before climbing into the backseat. But just as Kimi began to follow him in, she suddenly paused and got out of the car. 

"Shoot, I totally forgot this thing I bought for our dorm room, Claude. Just give me a minute and I'll go get it."

"What thing?" Thoroughly curious, Claudia poked her head out of the passenger window.

"Something special. You'll see." And with a smile on her face, Kimi was running to the porch so she could go back inside.

Hurriedly, Tyler got out of the car as well, and just as Kimi reached the door and was going inside, he followed closely behind her. 

"Why'd Tyler go with her?" Tristan asked.

"For protection," Claudia responded. "You know how her dad is..."

Nodding his head, Tristan stared at the trailer. "You think they'll be okay in there?"

"They should be." Yet even as Claudia spoke the words, she found herself feeling slightly on edge. "I mean they were okay before we arrived, so they should be fine now too, right?"

Tristan didn't respond, only gazed expectantly at the trailer.

"Tristan?" Turning her head to look at him, Claudia saw he was unbuckling his seatbelt. 

"I think I should go in, Claude."

"I'll go with you too," she worriedly said, and after opening the door and stepping outside, she followed Tristan to the mobile home. 

Rickety with age, the homemade steps creaked as they climbed them, slightly shifting beneath their weight as they reached the front door. Rather than knock, Tristan walked right in, and with Claudia trailing behind him, led the way into the living room.

Eerily quiet, the trailer had off-white walls that had yellowed with age, and furniture that had gone out of style at least three decades ago. Not liking how silent it was, Claudia held onto Tristan's shoulder, and as he wrapped an arm around her waist, she instantly knew he felt the tenseness as well. 

Slowly moving forward, they made cautious steps towards the hallway, but just as they were heading for Kimi's bedroom, the sound of soft crying drifted from a room at the end of the hall.

Just briefly Claudia and Tristan shared a look, but it was long for enough for them to see the worry in each other's eyes. No longer walking slowly, they hurried into the bedroom, and on seeing that Kimi and Tyler were sharing a tearful three-way hug with their mother, they stopped at the threshold and watched on with softened eyes.

Feeling as if she were an intruder, Claudia tugged on Tristan's hand, and together they headed out of the room so that Kimi and her family could say their goodbyes in privacy. 

They had just started to cross the threshold when the sound of a toilet flushing reached their ears. Seconds later, Andy appeared from the bathroom, and when he saw that Tristan and Claudia were present, his face took on a pinched expression. 

"What are you two doing here?" He asked while staring them down.

"They're here with me," Kimi answered, and after joining her friends, she stared Andy straight in the eyes. "So leave them alone and fuck off."

"Trying to play tough, huh?" He lightly chuckled, then took a step towards her. "Let's see how tough you are if I give you a smack right across the face."

Hastily, Tyler stepped forward to protect his sister, positioning his body so it created a buffer between her and Andy. 

"You fucking dummy," Andy jeered while looking at his son. "Don't you remember what happened the last time you tried to play hero?"

Staying rooted to the spot, Tyler only stared his father down.

"When you tried to protect your mother, I knocked you on your ass and bloodied your nose." Taking a step forward, Andy clenched his fists, erasing more of the distance between them. "I could do a lot worse right now if you don't get out of my way."

"Leave them alone." 

Turning his head in the direction of the deep voice which had just spoken, Andy saw that Tristan had stepped forward and was attempting to intervene. For a moment he regarded Tristan with a look of annoyance, but as Tristan stood his ground and just glared, Andy's lips curled into a half-sneer half-smirk.

"You too?" A gruff chuckle left Andy's lips. "Well since It's two against one, I guess I should be scared."




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"Look, just let Kimi by so we can get out of here, alright? We don't have time for this, we need to get on the road."

"Oh, right." Andy slowly nodded, then shifted his gaze to his daughter. "Heading off to university, huh Kimi? Gonna be a big shot and get an education."

"That's right," Tristan replied. "And there's nothing you can do to stop it."

Feeling the anger that was radiating off Andy, Tristan knew he had to act quick, so he shifted his gaze to Claudia and Kimi before speaking a few words.

"Kimi, Claudia, head out to the car. I'll be right behind you with Tyler."

Not wasting a second to respond, Kimi and Claudia started forward, walking past Andy so they could exit the bedroom. But then Andy's hand suddenly reached out, grabbing Kimi's hair so she was yanked backwards. She screamed as he flung her aside, where she fell against the dresser and hit her head. 

Shifting his stance so that his arm was extended, Tristan unleased his power towards Andy. The bolt of energy he discharged had the power and speed of a lightning bolt, knocking Andy off his feet and into the wall behind him. 

Like a speed train carrying chaos on a track, Tristan was unrestrainable. Andy didn't have time to react before Tristan unleashed another energy surge, but this time it was directed towards Andy's throat, which began to constrict under a chokehold. 

His eyes narrowed as he glared at Andy, but in his mind he was envisioning a giant hand that had wrapped itself around Andy's throat. Gasping for air, Andy lifted his hands to his throat, as if hoping to ward off the choking sensation. But Tristan wasn't letting up, and as seconds passed, he began to wonder if he shouldn't just finish the job. 

Concentrating intensely, he continued to throttle Andy, but then suddenly he eased up on his power, and Andy's windpipe once again opened. 

"You hurt Kimi, Tyler or their mother again, and I will kill you." Tristan's eyes flashed as he said it, nostrils flaring as he reduced his power.

"You little bastard." Andy choked on his words, giving a harsh cough before sputtering out, "You're a freak! I always knew there was something wrong with you."

Depleted of energy, Tristan knew that time was time of the essence, so he shifted his attention to Kimi, who was still on the floor and being cradled in her mother's arms. Allowing his gaze to rest on Kimi's mother, Tristan saw that her eyes had bugged out. He couldn't tell if she was looking at him in awe or fright, or perhaps a mixture of both, but it didn't really matter because they needed to leave, and to do it immediately. 

"Come with us, Sylvia," Tristan said. "It's not safe for you here. You need to be in a protected environment."

Clearly hesitant to follow his suggestion, Sylvia remained on her knees, holding Kimi against her chest as she eyed Tristan warily.

"Please," Tristan begged. "We have to get out of here now. You'll be safe at my parents house. They'll look after you and Tyler, I promise."

Perhaps spurred by the urgency in Tristan's voice, both Sylvie and Kimi rose to their feet, and with Claudia by their side, hurried out of the room. Tyler, who had watched on with satisfaction, gazed down at his father who was still on the floor. Then turning his attention to Tristan, he stared wide eyed, as if in a daze.

"Let's get out of here, Tyler," Tristan hurriedly said, and with Tyler following behind him, they both left the bedroom and made a dash for the front door.

By the time they reached the car, the three women were already inside, seated together in the back and holding hands in a gesture of camaraderie. Tyler slid into the passenger's seat and Tristan got behind the wheel, and after putting the car into gear, Tristan stepped on the gas. The Lincoln Continental tore off, speeding down the unpaved road.



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 09



The trip to Tristan's house took less than five minutes, and after pulling into the driveway and putting the car in park, they all got out and headed for the door. They had just reached the walkway when the front door swung open, and on seeing that Kimi, her mother and Tyler were approaching the porch steps, Tristan's parents looked quizzically at them.

"Hello." Tristan's father, Ray, spoke first with a question mark that was visible in his eyes.

Perhaps embarrassed to have shown up without any warning, Kimi's mother Sylvie gave both him and Winona a weak smile. Tyler offered one as well, as did Kimi who was holding her mother's hand.

Tristan, who was walking alongside Claudia, was first to address his parents.

"I know this is last minute and everything, you guys, but I have a huge favor to ask you."

"Okay..." As Kimi, her mother, and Tyler reached the door, Ray widened it so that they could step inside. 

Once everyone was in the house, he shut the door and led them to the living room, where he gestured for them to take a seat on the comfy looking couch. 

"Sylvia, Tyler, Kimi..." He offered a nod of acknowledgment before continuing on. "I'm surprised to see you all here, but clearly It's important. So I'm just going to listen and let you talk."

"My mom and Tyler need a place to stay," Kimi said, and pinning her eyes on Tristan's father, seemed to silently plead for a favorable response. "My dad's gotten completely out of control, and I'm worried that with me leaving for college, things will only escalate and he'll become more violent."

"Did he just assault you, Sylvia?" Eyeing the fresh bruise on her jaw, Ray's eyes visibly softened. 

"Yes, an hour ago," she responded. "And he managed to injure Kimi as well, but then Tristan stepped in and kept him from taking things any further."

"I see." Shifting his attention to his son, Ray gave him an incredulous look. "Andy's a pretty big guy, Tristan. How'd you manage to take on someone of his size?"

"I don't know..." Clearly nervous, he rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess you could say that I caught him off guard." 

"Oh." Ray lightly nodded his head, but the look on his face seemed to say that he knew Tristan was only telling half of the story. "Well, Sylvia, if you and Tyler need a place to stay, you're more than welcome to be here with us. Tristan's room is empty now, so It's yours if you want it."

"It would only be temporary," Sylvia assured him. "Just until we find housing, then we'll be out of your hair and on our own."

"No rush," Winona replied. "The important thing is that you're both kept safe, so stay here as long as you like. Seriously, we won't be bothered in the least."

"Thank you." Gratitude lit up Sylvia's face. "You and Ray are such good people. You've always been kind to us, and I really appreciate that."

"No need to thank me or my husband. I'm just glad you're finally away from Andy, and I hope It'll stay that way."

"It will," Kimi said, and turning her head so that her eyes were pinned on her mother, spoke in a hopeful voice. "You will stay away from him, won't you mom? Promise me this is it. That you and Tyler won't ever go back."

"We won't," Sylvia replied, and shifting her gaze to Tyler, reaffirmed her response. "We won't go back, no matter what. Right, Tyler?"

He nodded firmly, then grabbed his mother's hand as a gesture of support.

"Good," Ray said, and with a nod of his head, offered Sylvia and Tyler a warm smile. "Well I'm glad you're both safe, and Kimi, you can rest easy knowing they'll be away from your father."

"Thank you, Mr. Whitefeather." The tension in her body had visibly lessened. "I really appreciate you guys doing this. I mean, It's really nice of you both."

"Not a problem," He and Winona nearly said in unison, and perhaps noticing the way her eyes were tearing up, Winona extended her hand so that she could take it. "It's fine, Kimi. Everything is going to be allright."

She nodded, then swallowed a lump, but as a chime emitted from her mobile phone, she reached into the pocket of her jeans. 

"It's Ethan," she said while looking at the screen of the phone. "He fixed the flat and is on his way. Should be here in the next five minutes."

"Good," Claudia said, and as Kimi stood to her feet, so did she, followed by Tristan, Sylvia, and also Tyler. 

Last to stand was Ray and Winona, who led them to the door and out on the porch where they fell into light conversation. They were lightheartedly joking and sharing a few laughs when Ethan's VW bus chugged up to the house. As a group, they all descended the porch steps, where they met Ethan at the curb as he was sliding out from behind the wheel.

"Hey, angel." He offered Kimi a peck before greeting Sylvia and Tyler with a smile. "Hello. It's great to see you both again.

"Nice to see you too, Ethan," Sylvia said. "Ready for university?"

"I've been ready for two years now." He grinned at them both before continuing on. "It's gonna be a big change, but I'm really looking forward to it."

"That's good." Sylvia gave him a smile, but on shifting her attention to Kimi, her expression went a little sad. "Time to say our goodbyes, huh?"

With a nod of her head, Kimi hugged her mother, then tearfully embraced Tyler before also giving a hug to Tristan's father.

"Thanks again, Mr. and Mrs. Whitefeather. I'll never be able to thank you enough for helping my family out."

"No problem," Ray said, and as Tristan stepped forward to give him a hug, Ray embraced him tightly. "Be well, son. And call me and your mother once you arrive at the university."

"I will," Tristan stated, and after giving his mother a hug, stepped aside so that Claudia could as well.

"Ii Kii tam mi ksis tsi ko," Winona stated before translating. "It's a happy day, Claudia. And we're glad you and Tristan are making this journey together."

"I'm lucky to have him by my side," she responded, then gave Ray a hug before offering Tyler and Sylvia a wave. "Until I see you guys again, be safe and take care."

"Same to you," Sylvia said.

While Kimi got into the Volkswagon bus with Ethan, Claudia got into Tristan's Lincoln Continental, and after pulling away from the curb, both vehicles took off down the street. So many goodbyes in one day, Claudia thought as they veered onto the highway, and as Tristan took her hand in his, she gave him a smile and lightly squeezed it. 

Glancing in the rearview mirror, she saw that Kimi and Ethan were directly behind them, the vintage VW bus puttering as it trailed Tristan's Lincoln. 

They headed west, leaving the rez behind in the distance. And with new beginnings awaiting them, they went forth from the windswept prairie and towards the city of Missoula.

* * * *

It had only been a year since Claudia had last lived in the city, but as they exited the highway and made their way down the streets of Missoula, she was suddenly hit with a feeling that wasn't too different from culture shock. Rather than the sprawling and rural land of the reservation, she was surrounded by large buildings.

Gone were the simple dirt roads, and in place of them were concrete ones. It seemed to her as if there was a coffeehouse on every block, and a multitude of people were either walking around or riding their bikes on the side of the road.

They continued through the downtown area for a couple of miles before reaching the university, and after pulling into the parking lot and securing a space, she and Tristan got out of the Lincoln, then retrieved their baggage from the huge trunk. 

Having parked right beside them, Ethan and Kimi did the same, then once they had everything unloaded, joined Tristan and Claudia's side so they could all walk together. Swarming with people, the campus possessed a frenetic energy. Everywhere that Claudia looked, there was a student lugging some type of baggage. 

It took a bit of effort and maneuvering of their bodies to veer through the crowd, but on reaching the building where their dorms were located, Tristan, Claudia, Kimi and Ethan climbed the steps and entered Craig Hall.

Just as chaotic as it had been outside, the interior of the residence housing was filled with excited students. One of the freshmen, a guy who was wearing a T-shirt that said 'legalize pot,' wove through the crowd on a longboard. 

A bewildered and pimply boy who looked more like a middle schooler than a college kid, pulled along a large trunk that was covered with stickers. Clearly overwhelmed by the foot traffic, he walked with his head down, eyes planted on a paper that was held in his hand. 

Unlike the other students, he seemed less than thrilled to be starting college, and Claudia couldn't help but empathize with the fact that he was all alone. More grateful that ever to be accompanied by her friends, she strolled alongside them, people watching as they continued along. 

Upon finally approaching the female dorms, loud music assaulted them. Seeming to come from all directions, the rock tune was grungy sounding, with blaring guitars and shouting vocals. A few steps later they were entering one of the dorms, and after setting down the luggage, glanced around at the simple, yet well-kept furnishings.

Along with two loft style beds that had desks underneath, the room was outfitted with a dresser. A large window let in sunlight that streamed in from beyond the glass, hitting the plaster walls that were lightly marred by nail holes. 

Roomy enough for two to feel uncramped, the room smelled fresh and had been thoroughly cleaned, possessing an unmistakable air of potential. 

"Not bad," Kimi said as she checked out the small closet she and Claudia would be sharing. "Actually, I think It's pretty cozy."

"Yeah, It's nice," Claudia agreed, lightly nodding while checking out the loft beds.

"I sure hope we don't have those in the male dorms." Gesturing to the beds, Ethan gave the girls a little smile. "They're not exactly convenient for a certain activity, if you get what I'm saying."

"We can always work around it," Kimi answered, and with a gleam in her eye added, "If push comes to shove, we could always hang out in the van."

"Oh yeah, we have got a pretty sweet setup in there," Ethan replied, and he averted his gaze to look at Tristan and Claudia. "You guys ever wanna use the Volkswagon, you're more than welcome to, just so you know."

"Cool," Tristan said. "Maybe we'll take you up on it sometime."

"So," Claudia said while leaning against one of the desks, "I say we all get unpacked, then go out and see what the campus is like. Maybe even check out the restaurants and hangout spots in the area."

"Sounds good to me." Tristan leaned in to give Claudia a kiss, and after Ethan shared one with Kimi, he and Tristan casually backed up towards the door.

"So we'll swing back here in the next forty minutes, then head out and get some food," Ethan said.

"We'll be ready," Kimi replied.

Tristan and Ethan shared a smile with their respective girlfriends before exiting the room, then left them alone by themselves so they could get unpacked and settled in. Still buzzing with excitement, the girls unzipped their suitcases, chatting excitedly as they unpacked.

* * * * 

Slinging his backpack onto his shoulders, Lucas exited his Federal Indian Law class. Energized by the lecture his professor had given, he started down the hall, weaving around the various students that were hanging out in the corridor. With no more classes for the day, he was free to go home and study, but since the career center was just a few steps ahead of him, he decided to stop in and check it out.

As soon as he entered the air conditioned room, he made a beeline for the information board, checking out the scholarships before focusing his eyes on the upcoming events. He'd only been standing there a few moments when he noticed movement from the corner of his eye, and on shifting his gaze to the approaching person, he saw that it was a man.

"Hello." Slender and of medium height, the older man offered Lucas a friendly smile.

"Hi."

"My name is Tony. Appearing to be in his early forties, the man extended his hand for Lucas to shake. "I'm one of the career advisors."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Lucas." He shook Tony's hand firmly.

"So, how did your first week of college go? Any problems or concerns, I'm here to lend an ear."

"How did you know it was my first week of college?" Lucas asked. "I could be a sophomore."

Tony lightly chuckled. "Well for one thing, you're wearing a Browning High School basketball t-shirt. And, you've just got that freshman look about you."

Now feeling self-conscious about his choice of attire, Lucas tucked his hands in the jeans of his pockets. "It was the only clean thing I had to wear. My mom doesn't do laundry until tonight, so I was stuck wearing this."

"Every thought about doing your own laundry?" Tony asked. "Then you wouldn't have to depend on anyone else."

"My mom doesn't mind," he replied. "In fact, she prefers it."

"I see." A gentle smirk crossed Tony's lips, but on shifting his gaze to the information board, he tapped his finger against one of the flyers. "We're having a keynote speaker from the Native Rights Fund this week. Might be worth checking out if you're interested in strengthening our Native communities."

"I am." Focusing on the flyer, Lucas continued to speak. "I know one of the guys who works at NARF. He's an attorney and his name is Daniel."

"Dan's a friend of mine," Tony replied. "We went to Berkeley together."

"Really?" Lucas asked. 

Tony nodded. "I've always liked Daniel, he's a nice guy. Real intelligent, too."

"Yeah, he is," Lucas agreed. "He's part of the reason why I want to be an attorney. The way he handled my case was really impressive."

"Oh, so he's represented you before." Tony's eyes were alight were curiosity.

"Yeah, in a discrimination case. Had a hand drum and a hunting rifle confiscated by a cop, and Daniel helped me retrieve them both."

"Well I'm glad he was able to do that for you," Tony said. "And it pleases me to hear he's served as inspiration for you entering the field of law."

"Well, aside from traditional drumming, Native activism is my passion. So I figured I may as well make a career out of it."

"So It's certain, then." Tony's face glowed with approval. "Pre-law is your major."

"Yeah, It's definite," Lucas said with a nod. "I wanna help our people, you know? Actually do something positive, instead of just talking about it." 

"Your enthusiasm is admirable, young man. You keep up that positive attitude, you'll go far in life."

"Thanks, I hope to."

As Lucas smiled at Tony, the older man smiled back. But then Tony's gaze drifted to beyond Lucas's shoulder, and his smile widened even further.

"Hello, Wanakee. I see you brought Kyle along with you."

At the sound of Wanakee's name, Lucas whipped his head around. As his eyes focused on her face, she gave him a soft smile which he returned. But as he saw that she was holding a toddler in her arms, his smile lessened and an incredulous look took over his face."

"Hey, Lucas." Perhaps amused at his expression, Wanakee patiently awaited his response.

"Hi." Still shocked that she was holding a baby, Lucas found that his eyes were locked with the young boy's. "Is this your son?"

"Sure is." With pride in her eyes, she gazed down at her offspring. "His name is Mato, and he'll be turning one years old in just a few days."

"Wow, nice to meet you, Mato." Lucas offered a weak smile, but the small boy only stared wide-eyed at his shocked face.

Still standing beside them, Tony watched on with obvious interest. But perhaps realizing that they needed some privacy, he cleared his throat and began to speak.

"I'm going to get back to my office. Have a student coming in for an advisement session, so I'd better head back to meet them."

"Okay, Tony." Having finally managed to shift his eyes from the toddler's face, Lucas glanced at the older man. "It was nice meeting you, and I hope to see you around again soon."

"Oh, you will," Tony said with a smile, and after giving one to Wanakee as well, he reached out to hold the baby's hand. "Take good care of your mommy, Mato, and I'll see you at your birthday party on Saturday."

The baby giggled as Tony smiled at him, then watched him go until he was completely out of sight. Now left alone to talk, Lucas and Wanakee gazed at each other, as if uncertain of what they should say. But after a few solid seconds of unbelievably awkward silence, Lucas opened his mouth and began to speak. 

"So, you're a mom, huh?"

"Yep." As he looked at her, she looked right back at him, waiting for a follow-up to his words. But his mouth remained closed, prompting a funny little smile to cross her lips. "You seem really shocked."

"Well yeah, I am," Lucas responded. "I just didn't imagine you'd have a kid, so It's kinda weird seeing you holding a baby."

"I had a feeling you'd be put off by it," Wanakee said. "This is part of the reason I didn't give you my number. Because I knew you weren't mature enough to handle it."

"It has nothing to do with maturity," Lucas countered. "I just didn't imagine you as a mom, is all. I'm not judging you for it."

"Okay." Wanakee stood there studying Lucas for a few moments, but as Mato started to whimper in her arms, she soothingly ran a palm over his head. "Well anyways, I just thought I'd stop and say hi. Enjoy the rest of your day, and I'll see you around."

As she made her way towards the door, Lucas felt an urge to follow behind her. But realizing that he didn't have anything worthwhile to say, he decided instead to stay put. Loose and flowing, her waist length hair swayed from side, drawing attention to the curve of her wide hips as she hastily walked out the door. 

Even once she was gone, he could still smell her perfume, and again he was hit with an urge to follow behind her. But once he caught up to her, what exactly was he going to say? 

It seemed as if she was upset with him, so he would probably only be aggravating her. And besides, she had already rejected his attempt to date her, so why give her anymore of his attention? According to her, he was too immature, so that made it clear they would never be a match.

*It's just as well*, Lucas thought while turning his attention back to the information board. *She's got a baby anyways, so it really wouldn't work. I mean, why would I want a girl who's popped out another guy's kid?*

Scanning his gaze across the flyers on the corkboard, Lucas thought of all the reasons why she wasn't the ideal girl for him. But as he continued to think up excuses as to why she was a terrible match, he found himself simultaneously pining after her. 

Visually, she was just the type of girl that he'd always lusted after. Nice ass, wide hips, and that waist length hair that made him wish he could run his fingers through it. But he couldn't lie to himself, the kid was off-putting. Not just a little, but a lot, and he began to wonder if the father was even still around.

Spotting a math tutoring sign-up sheet, Lucas wrote his name down on it, then grabbed a small pamphlet that contained the hours for the tutoring center. He was just stuffing it into his jeans pocket when a girl with a thin build appeared next to him, and on realizing that she was giving him the eye, he turned his head to look at her.

"Hello." First to speak, she offered a smile.

"Hi." Smiling back, he briefly dipped his gaze to her cleavage.

"I'm Kayla." She held out her hand for him to shake, which he promptly took in his much larger one.

"Lucas," he responded. "It's nice to meet you, Kayla." 

"You looking for a tutor?" She gestured to the sign-up sheet on the cork board.

"Yeah, I'm pretty weak in math, so I figured I'd get some help."




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"Math Isn't my strongest subject either," she said. "Which totally sucks, because I wanted to go pre-med."

"Pre-med, huh?" Lucas asked. "That's an impressive major."

"Yeah, well...like I said, I suck at math. So I'll probably just try for something else."

"You shouldn't limit yourself," Lucas replied. "If you want to be a doctor, just tough it out and get through those math classes."

"You really think I should?" Kayla asked.

"Yes, I do. I mean why give up before you've even tried?"

Offering a thoughtful nod, Kayla looked at him smiled. "Hey thanks for the support. I guess you're right, I should at least try."

"Won't know unless you do, right?" 

She nodded, then bit her lip in what he saw as a flirtatious move. But curious to see how far she would take it, he withheld any body language of his own. 

"So, that girl with the baby who was just here..." She said it slowly, as if hoping he would volunteer information. "Are you guys like together as a family? Because if so, your son is really adorable."

"Naw, she's not my girlfriend. And that kid Isn't my son. They're just people that I know."

"Oh." Slipping her fingers through her hair, she looked up at him through her long lashes. "So you're single..."

"Yeah, what about you?"

"Very much so."

"Fantastic," he replied. "We should get together some time. Maybe do something..."

"Sure. That'd be great."

"You got a number?" His phone was already in his hands.

"Sure do." She quickly rattled off the number, then watched him key it in before offering a flirtatious smile. "So call me sometime, okay? And I hope to see you around soon."

"Oh yeah, most definitely," he said, and as soon as she turned to walk away, his eyes went straight to her ass. 

*A bit on the flat side*, he disappointedly thought, *and not nearly as round as Wanakee's. But at least she's cute in the face and has decent tits.*

Still holding his cell phone, he stuffed it into his jeans pocket. Then he made his way out of the career center and towards the doors that led into the parking lot.

* * * *

The smell of chalk and perfume hung lightly in the air, mingling with the scent of coffee which drifted from the cup in Claudia's hand. Currently in her third day of university, she was seated in her Psychology 101 class. Enormously spacious and equipped with retractable screens, the lecture hall was state of the art, outfitted with tiered style seating in a semi-circular shape.

The professor - a middle aged guy with silvery white hair who reminded her slightly of Richard Gere - was conducting a slideshow on the goals of psychology. Except for the light that came from the projection screen, the room was dark, providing the opportunity for a few students to doze off. Claudia, however, wasn't tired in the slightest, and was currently engaged in a heated game of footsie.

Tristan, who'd been the initiator, had somehow managed to remove his high top Converse without use of his hands, and was now sliding his bare foot along Claudia's manicured toes. Smirking openly, she responded by easing her feet out of her sandals, then slowly and sensuously ran the heel of her foot up and down his ankle.

Clearly pleased by this action, Tristan emitted a light sigh, then wrapped his leg around her smooth, bare one so that her thighs were gently moved apart. 

As soon as he placed a palm on her inner thigh, she immediately knew what he was planning to do. And as he languidly glided his hand along her skin, a rash of goosebumps broke out, accompanied by a flood of warmth in her core.

Knowing all too well how adept his fingers were, she knew it was only a matter of time before he got her fully heated, but it wasn't the time or the place for her to lose control of herself. Grabbing the pen that was poised on top of her notepad, Claudia quickly scribbled a few words that said: 

*We're supposed to be writing notes. Pay attention.*

She then slid the notepad over to Tristan, patiently waiting for him to read it. A few moments later, he was sliding the pad of paper back to Claudia, and upon focusing her gaze on the written words, a smirk broke out onto her face.

*I am paying attention*, he'd written back. *To YOU.*

Now moving his palm again, Tristan allowed his fingers to make contact with her center, thumb lightly caressing her clit through her panties until she was squirming and easing out sighs. He seemed to love the effect he was having on her, because his eyes were pinned on her face, taking note of the way that her full lips parted. 

Soon her nipples were poking through the thin material of her tank top, and the moisture that lubricated the inner petals of her sex began to seep through the thinness of her lacy panties.

Surprisingly she was able to hold back the whimpers that threatened to escape, but as Tristan's finger bypassed the elastic band of her panties, all willpower was dissolved and her mind went foggy. As if on a mission, his index finger went straight for her heat, wedging gently between the petals before pressing into that soft, snug space. 

Letting out a soft gasp, she allowed his touch to overtake her, muscles losing tension as his finger slid in and out of her silky softness. Turned on by the fact that he was actually fingering her during lecture, Claudia's breath quickened and her heart beat faster. 

Possessing long, slim fingers that effortlessly reached spots she'd never been able to, Tristan maneuvered his digits slowly, yet with just enough pressure to keep her on edge.

Preoccupied with her boyfriend's touch, Claudia didn't even notice that the professor had halted his lecture. But as Tristan's dexterous fingers abruptly stilled and slipped out of her heat, her dazed state was suddenly lifted. 

The energy in the room hadn't just altered, but significantly shifted, and as Claudia became aware that the professor was walking up the aisle towards them, she shifted in her seat.

Just as nervous as Claudia, Tristan froze in place, uncertainty in his gaze as he watched the teacher move closer towards him. As soon as he reached Tristan, the professor gave him a hard, serious look, then finally spoke in a voice that was low, yet filled with undeniable solemnness.

"The police are waiting in the hall for you, Tristan. They'd like to have a word with you."

"The police?" Tristan's body went visibly rigid.

"Yes." 

"Why? What did I do?" 

"I'm not privy to that information. But they did tell me It's imperative that you immediately speak with them."

As he shifted his gaze to Claudia, she saw there was fear in his eyes. Just as afraid as he was, Claudia reached out to take his hand, giving it a stroke with her thumb before releasing it so he could go. 

With deliberate slowness, Tristan rose to his feet. He then started to move away from the seat he'd been sitting in, but the professor spoke before he could go any further. 

"You'll want to bring your bookbag with you. I've been told you'll be detained for quite some time."

If Claudia was nervous before, she was now literally sick with anxiety. Her stomach had knotted and her palms were clammy, so she could only imagine how scared Tristan was. With 100 pairs of eyes on him, Tristan slung his backpack over his shoulder. Trailing behind the silver haired professor, he walked slowly down the aisle, face red with embarrassment as every student in the class intensely eyeballed him. 

Whispers filled the air, along with soft chattering as he continued along. When he finally reached the door that led out to the hall, it opened to reveal a police officer, and as Tristan stepped out, they headed away from the door and out of sight.

With Tristan gone, everyone shifted their eyes to Claudia, as if wondering how much she knew, or expecting her to offer up information. But of course she knew nothing, and unable to do more than stare dazedly into space, she found herself wishing she could leave class and return to her dorm so that she could be alone. 

A heaviness had come into her chest and she was swallowing a lump that had risen in her throat, but no matter how hard she tried to block out the surrounding whispers, she found that they only seemed to rise in volume. 

"Quiet down, enough talking," the professor said, and as he retook his position in front of the giant projection screen, he pressed a button on the clicker. "Alright now, let's get back to the lecture."

Gradually, the majority of the students quieted down, lifting pens into their hands as they resumed taking notes. But Claudia was still in a daze, and could only think of Tristan and wonder why he was in trouble. 

Retrieving her phone from the front of her messenger bag, she concealed it beneath her desk, then hastily sent a text to Kimi, before also sending one to her mother.

Out of her mind with worry, she could only sit there and wait for a response, and as her mobile finally vibrated in her hand, she opened the text that had come through:

*Meet me in the university center lounge after class. We'll talk and figure things out. Don't worry, okay? Tristan will be fine.* 

Although somewhat comforting, the text Kimi had sent brought tears to Claudia's eyes. And as she sat there waiting for the lecture to finally end, she found that a sick feeling had begun to build in the pit of her stomach. It was a feeling that made her cold, so she picked up her coffee and took a nervous sip. 

But it went down bitter, just barely making it past the lump that was blocking her throat.

* * * *

The police interrogation room was windowless, outfitted with a stainless table and matching chairs that were unforgivingly hard. The fluorescent lights hummed faintly, providing the room with a harsh brightness that irritated Tristan's sensitive eyes. For the past twenty minutes, he'd been sitting all alone, left to do nothing except stare at the two-way mirror that was facing him. 

Someone was behind it watching him, he could feel their eyes staring right at him. Annoyed at the fact that they could view him, but he couldn't anything at all, Tristan narrowed his eyes at the panel of glass. He wanted out of this miserable box of a room, and back out into the world where there was fresh air and sunshine. 

Incredibly unnerved, Tristan's eyes began to wander about the room. He looked up at the ceiling, then scanned the walls for any openings, but weren't any windows and the door he'd been taken through was securely closed. 

Strangely enough, there was a chill in the room, which didn't make any sense because there weren't any vents in the ceiling. As twenty minutes turned into half an hour, he began to wonder if he'd be stuck in the interrogation room forever, or if they were planning on moving him somewhere else.

He hadn't been read his rights, so he knew that he wasn't arrested. But they clearly had a serious reason for detaining him, because rooms with two-way mirrors were used to intimidate suspects.

No sooner had the word suspect gone through his mind, did it finally hit him that that's what he was. But he was completely clueless as to what he had done, and desperate for some answers, he huffed out a loud sigh. 

Tired of sitting in the hard metal chair, he stood up from his seat, then walked over to the two-way mirror and glared at the glass that was facing him. Whoever it was that was watching him behind it, was now getting a view of him up-close. Tristan's brows drew low, jaw going rigid as his lips pulled into a thin line.

Using every ounce of his concentration, he willed the individual to come out of hiding. They needed to reveal their identity so he could find out what was going on, and if it didn't happen within the next few minutes, he would have to find alternative ways of getting their attention. 

Less than a minute passed before he heard footsteps approaching the door, and on shifting his gaze to the metal barrier, it began to slowly open. Still standing next to the two-way mirror, Tristan watched as a plainclothes officer walked in. Thin-lipped and wearing a stern face, the tall policeman gestured for Tristan to sit.

"My name is Detective Gonzalez, and I'll be questioning you today. Have a seat and get comfortable, we need to speak about something very important."

"You speak first," Tristan said. "I still haven't been told why I was brought here, nor have I been offered a phone call."

"Phone calls are for people who have been arrested, Mr. Whitefeather. We're temporarily detaining you, nothing more."

"I know my rights," Tristan said. "I can consult an attorney before speaking with you."

"Well, if that's the way you'd prefer it, by all means go ahead and contact your lawyer. But questioning will be straightforward, and the quicker we get started, the faster your release."

Feeling uncertain, Tristan remained on his feet and stared down the officer. He really didn't like the idea of answering any questions without a lawyer present, but the truth of it was, he didn't even have a lawyer to contact anyways. 

He supposed he could always call home and ask his mother to contact a tribal attorney, but with Browning five hours from the city, it would take half the day for representation to arrive. Which meant he'd be detained well into the evening, and the last thing he wanted to do was spend all day in a police station. 

So slowly, and with obvious hesitancy, he took a seat at the metal table. Lowering himself into a chair as well, the plainclothes officer stared Tristan in the eyes. 

"So, Mr. Whitefeather, where should we start?"

"You could tell me why I'm here," Tristan huffily said.

"There's been a complaint against you," he stated, and after glancing at the sheet of paper on the table in front of him, shifted his gray eyes back to Tristan's face. "A man by the name of Andy Redbird has filed assault charges against you."

"Oh, really..." Tristan scoffed, then shook his head before saying, "You can't be serious."

"I'm *very* serious," Detective Gonzalez confirmed. "Now do you know this Andy Redbird, or do you wish to deny acknowledgment of him?"

"Oh, I know him," Tristan admitted. "He's an abusive drunk who terrorizes his family, and is known around the rez as a complete loser."

"So you admit that you've had dealings with him," the detective said while giving him a long, hard look. 

"I said no such thing," Tristan replied.

"Well according to Mr. Redbird, you assaulted him on Friday, the twenty-first of August. Which was the very same day you departed the reservation for university."

"That's right, I did leave for university on that date."

"And what about the assault?" 

"I don't know what he's talking about."

"So you didn't put your hands on Mr. Redbird?"

"No I did not," Tristan firmly stated.

"But you did do something to him, right?" The cop's eyes focused sharp and cold on him. "Because according to Mr. Redbird, you slammed him against a wall, then strangled him violently until he nearly passed out."

"Have you seen the size of him?" Tristan asked. "Dude's got like 100 pounds on me, easy."

"I've seen him," the policeman said. "Which is why I'm so curious as to how you did it."

"He's a drunk. He makes stuff up."

"He says you attacked him without even touching him. Some sort of strange technique where you used your mind to throttle him." 

"Once again, the man's a *drunk*."

"So he made it up?"

"I'm saying he's a boozehound, so it doesn't surprise me he said all of this."

"You used telekinesis to strangle Andy, is that it?"

"What?"

"Come on kid, you know what I'm talking about." Leaning in close, the plainclothes cop stared him deep in the eyes. "Psychotronic weaponry. It's how you managed to strangle a man twice your size."

Surprised that the detective was even aware of such a term, Tristan blinked and gave him a hard look. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you do," the cop said with a little smile. "From what a tribal police officer has told me, you're a special kid on the rez. You've got what they describe as 'extraordinary gifts,' and since the age of two, you were proclaimed as a seer. Along with communicating with the dead, you can sense things before they happen. You're also an emotional empath, and have been known to alter the environment around you with your mind."

"Who told you all of this?" Tristan's tone had deepened, brows lowering into a furrow. "That information is confidential, and tribal police officers don't freely communicate with city cops like you."

"People talk if you provide an incentive," the policeman said. "But I wouldn't worry about who said what. Right now you've gotten bigger worries, and it involves this Mr. Redbird."

"Am I being charged or what?" Tristan asked. "Because if not, I'd like to be released so I can return to school."

"Well, considering that you were the last person to see Mr. Redbird, we could technically charge you with abduction."

"What do you mean I was the last person to see him?"

"He went missing a day ago, only hours after filing the assault complaint."

"He's probably passed out somewhere in the woods," Tristan said. "Wouldn't be the first time that it happened."

"Where were you last night, between the hours of nine p.m. and midnight?"

"I was with my girlfriend," Tristan said. "We stay in the dorms at the university, and were hanging out in her room watching a movie."

"Can anyone else vouch for you, or is she the only one?"

"We were alone," he responded. 

"So one witness, and she's romantically involved with you."

"That's right."

"On the night of Mr. Redbird's disappearance, neighbors said they heard a scuffle in his house. They also informed the tribal police that there was yelling and noises that disturbed them. Grunts and groans, as if somebody was being tortured."

"I don't know anything about that," Tristan said. 

"So you were at the university the entire night of his disappearance..." The detective's gray eyes bored into Tristan's relentlessly, as if trying to intimidate him. "You confirm that that's the truth, is that correct?"

"What, you actually think I'd make a ten hour round-trip drive, just to kill a useless drunk who lives on the rez?"

"I never said he was dead, Mr. Whitefeather. What makes you think that he was killed?"

Realizing he'd made a damaging statement, Tristan froze in his seat. 

"If you know something, kid, It'd be in your best interest to confess right now." 

"There is no confession," Tristan replied. 

"Then why did you use the word 'killed'?"

"Because that's what you think I am, a killer. I can see it on your face, you're already convinced."

"Still an interesting word to use," the cop said. "Kill, that's a really strong choice of language."

"Look, he's not a well-liked guy, okay? And he's done some awful things to more than a few people. So when I hear that a shitbag like him goes missing, I just assume somebody finally took him out."

"Well as far as we know, he hasn't been killed. But if his body turns up, you'll be our number one suspect."

"Isn't this out of your jurisdiction?" A pinched expression took over his face. "If Andy went missing on the rez, then that's something the tribal police would handle. Not a cop who works at a police station that's located five hours from Indian land."

"The Missoula County Sheriff's office has been cross-commissioned with tribal police. Which means we're allowed to detain, question, and arrest tribal members for crimes of a certain weight. Due to the fact that the reservation is five hours from Missoula, we've been given the go ahead by tribal police, in order to save them the time and effort of travel."

"Well, I've told you everything that I know. So unless you plan on detaining me for an extended length time, I'd like to return to school so that I can finish up my classes."




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 09



"Not a problem, Mr. Whitefeather," the detective said while closing the yellow manila folder that was on the table. "I thank you for your time, and we certainly do hope to have your continued cooperation."

"Yeah, whatever," Tristan said while scooting his chair back loudly. "Next time you want to question me, give me a heads up so that I can contact my lawyer."

"Of course." The smile he gave Tristan was condescending, and as the Native teenager rose to his feet, the policeman did as well.

Carrying a manila folder in his hand, the cop escorted Tristan to the door, where they stepped out into the hallway and onto the polished, marble floors. The sound of phones ringing could be heard from the nearby glass cubicles, employees talking in hushed tones as they answered civilian calls. 

"I must admit I'm looking forward to discovering more about you, Tristan." Holding a manila folder in his hand, Detective Gonzalez continued to speak. "Now that we have a file on you, we'll be steadily adding to it. Patiently fleshing it out until we've got enough information."

"What are you talking about?" Tristan was scared but didn't want to show it, so he shielded his fear with an angry tone. "What information? Why are you creating a file on me?"

"I've seen what you can do, Tristan..." The detective paused for several moments, as if relishing the uncertainty in Tristan's eyes. "It really was very impressive, the way you channeled your energy to crash that truck into a light pole."

Tristan's eyes went wide with disbelief, a sudden coldness hitting him at the core. His eyes studied the man's face, desperately trying to find out if it was familiar in any way. Because from what he could recall, he hadn't ever seen the detective before. Which led him to immediately wonder how the policeman was aware of the car crash that he'd caused. 

Even if the detective had been present at the scene, how on earth had he managed to find out that it had been done through the power of telekinesis?

Perhaps aware of the various questions that were going through Tristan's mind, the detective offered a gentle smile.

"It must have been a thrill to get revenge on that man at the gas station. I'd say he was asking for it, the way he insulted you and your friends."

"How did you know?" Tristan's voice had deepened, apprehension lacing his words. "Who are you, and why have you been following me around?"

"No need to be frightened, we're very impressed," he simply said. "Your powers are something to be admired, which is why we're thrilled to have finally found you."

Now genuinely creeped out by the way the detective was staring at him, Tristan began to slowly move away, taking one step back and then another before speaking in a firm, deep voice.

"Leave me alone," he said while keeping his eye on the detective. "Stop following me around, or I'll report you for harassment."

Seemingly amused by the weak threat, Detective Gonzalez gently curled his lips upward. "You're an exceptional young man, Tristan. We'll see each other again, I'm sure of that."

With those last few words, the policeman turned on his heel and walked off, heading towards the glass cubicles where the administrative officers sat. Still shook up by the fact that the detective knew all about him, Tristan stood frozen and watched the policeman, not averting his gaze until he was out of sight. 

Then finally he turned and headed quickly out of the police station, nearly stumbling down the steps that led down to the street and onto the sidewalk. He felt naked and vulnerable, as if exposed to the entire world. 

And something deep within was urging him to brace for the unexpected.



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 10



Exhausted and covered in bits of wood chippings, Lucas headed away from the lumber mill, venturing towards the long road that would lead him home. Extremely physical, the job at the lumber mill left his muscles sore and overworked. The pay was good but the hours were lengthy, beginning at six a.m. before finally coming to an end at four in the afternoon. 

Although he only worked three days a week, it felt more like five, and with his full-time school schedule, he didn't have much downtime at all. Yet still he was grateful for the job, and for the first time in his life, was earning his own money and paying for everything by himself. 

As he continued down the road, the sound of saws slicing through wood could still be heard. It was a keen, high pitched noise that used to annoy him, but since starting the job a month ago, he'd grown used to it. And although he'd never been particularly fond of hard work before, he found himself invigorated by the work, and appreciated that it gave him the chance to work outdoors. 

Sweaty, fatigued and hungry, Lucas kicked up dust with every step. The sun beat down on him, further tanning his reddish-brown skin. Now at the tailend of August it was unusually hot, making him wish he had a car so he could travel home in comfort. 

But since suffering an epileptic seizure four months ago, he'd been prohibited from driving, and now relied on his parents or friends to give him lifts to school or work.

At present moment, however, he was in the mood for being by himself, so rather than call one of his friends to pick him up, he continued walking down the dirt path. 

He'd been on foot for nearly fifteen minutes when a car approached behind him, its tires crunching over small rocks as it pulled alongside him and slowed down. Curious as to its occupant, Lucas turned his head to look at the driver, and that was when he saw who was sitting behind the wheel.

As soon as he laid eyes on her, he came to a halt, waiting for her to put the car in park before approaching the vehicle. It was a faded blue Jetta, with an exhaust that lightly sputtered. 

On reaching the lowered passenger window, Lucas leaned down to gaze inside, and as Wanakee's pretty face looked back at him, he noticed her give him a smile.

"Need a ride?" She asked.

"Naw, I'm pretty close to home, so I think I'll walk. But thanks for offering anyways."

"Come on," she urged while unlocking the door so he could get in. "It's ninety degrees outside, no need to suffer."

"I'm not," Lucas assured her. "Really, I'll be fine."

"Stop being so prideful and just get in." A touch of amusement danced in her eyes. "I want to give you a ride, Lucas. This isn't me pitying you or anything."

Gazing at her face, Lucas noticed there was a genuineness in her expression, so he opened the door and got in. No sooner had he settled into his seat, did a loud squeal erupt from the rear of the car. Turning his head to check things out, Lucas saw that Wanakee's baby was secured in a car seat, and as he eyed the tiny boy, the baby stared back at him with curiousness.

"Mato's saying hi to you," Wanakee said to Lucas, and briefly turning her eyes to the rearview mirror, offered her son a soft smile. "Right, Mato?"

A second squeal was let loose from Mato's mouth, but this time it was one of jubilancy.

"He's an excitable boy," Wanakee proclaimed while putting the car into gear, and as they continued down the road, she initiated a casual conversation.

"So, you don't have a car?"

"I've got one," Lucas responded. "But I won't be able to drive it for another month."

"Why?"

"I'm prone to epileptic seizures. Had a real bad one about four months ago, so I'm so suspended from driving until September."

"Oh." Her brows rose as she briefly studied him. "Wow, so are you taking medication?"

"Yeah, but the side effects suck, so I'm hoping to lower the dosage."

"Would that be safe to do, though? I mean, wouldn't it make you more likely to suffer another?"

"Not necessarily. Certain medications are more effective at lower dosages, so it would probably work out fine."

"Okay." 

Her eyes focused back on the road, and for the next few moments they rode in silence. Occasionally a high-pitched noise would come from Mato in the backseat, but for the most part there was stillness. Unable to resist himself, Lucas snuck several looks at Wanakee, soaking in her feminine presence as the car continued along. 

Naturally pretty, she wasn't the type of girl to wear a lot of makeup. In fact, from what Lucas could tell, she only had mascara and a bit of eyeshadow, along with a thin coat of lip gloss. 

And yet, despite the fact that she wasn't glammed up, he found himself irresistibly attracted to her. There was a naturalness about her, an effortless beauty that he was drawn to. And as he not so slyly took admiring looks at her, the corners of her lips began to turn upwards.

"You're studying me."

"Sorry, am I making you nervous?"

"Not at all," she responded. "Just hoping I don't have anything on my face."

Lucas lightly chuckled. "You don't. I just like looking at you."

"Oh." She was silent for a moment before saying, "Well thanks, that's flattering."

As silence fell over them again, Lucas tried to think of something to say. He wanted to say something flirtatious, to compliment her in some other way, but for some reason he was drawing a blank, unable to think of anything worthwhile. It was an unusual thing, his quietness, because for as long as he could remember, chatting up women had been effortless. But with Wanakee he was tongue tied, unable to do much more than admire her beauty. 

"So..." Wanakee said while glancing at the hard hat on his lap. "You must work at that sawmill down the road."

"Yeah, I just started a month ago."

"What's it like working there?" She asked. "Seems like It'd be pretty laborous."

"It is," Lucas responded. "But it pays well and gives me the chance to work outdoors, so I can't really complain, you know?"

She lightly nodded. "Well you're obviously getting your exercise in, so I guess that's a good thing." Just briefly, her eyes dipped to his toned biceps, which were left exposed by the sleeveless white tank top he had on.

"Yeah, I work up a pretty good sweat. Which keeps me healthy and feeling good."

"That is important," Wanakee said. "I like to go running early in the morning, just before the sun rises and it starts to get hot."

"Start off the day with some exercise, huh?" Lucas lightly nodded. "That's a good idea."

"Yeah, I try my best to keep fit. Still got a couple pounds of baby weight to go, but I'm pretty pleased with the way I look."

"You should be," Lucas stated. "You've got a gorgeous figure, so no need to diet."

"Oh, I don't do diets," Wanakee said. "I love food way too much to starve myself."

"That's good," Lucas responded. "No need to diet, as long as you exercise a bit. 

"Yeah," Wanakee agreed. "And besides, my mom makes the best frybread in the world. So there isn't a chance I would ever deny myself that."

"Every Indian on the rez has a mom or grandma that makes the best frybread," he said with a grin.

"Well my mom actually won a couple of contests," Wanakee replied. "She's won cash prizes and everything." 

"Impressive," Lucas said. 

"I've tried like hell to make frybread like hers, but it just never tastes quite the same."

"She's got that magic touch, huh?" Lucas lightly chuckled.

"Either that or my technique sucks. But my uncle assures me I'm gradually getting better, so it gives me hope for the future."

"You ever need a taste test done, I'm totally game to sample your cooking."

"I'll keep that in mind," she said with a smile, and on pulling in front of Lucas's house, she put the Jetta into park. 

"I just realized that I didn't even give you my address." Glancing curiously at her he asked, "How'd you know where I lived?"

"I was the one who handled your school registration, remember?"

"Yeah, but that was nearly a month ago. You actually memorized my information?"

"Sure did," she replied. "Addresses, phone numbers, birthdates...I've got a knack for that kind of stuff."

"Oh...well hey, that's cool. I guess that means you're good at taking tests."

"I do pretty decent," she modestly replied, but as a tall, thin figure began to approach the car, her attention immediately shifted. "Who's that?"

Following her line of sight, Lucas immediately recognized the person as Kimi's brother. "Oh, that's Tyler. He's a friend of mine."

Dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a raglan tee, Tyler was wearing a large grin. 

Lowering his gaze to the basketball in Tyler's hands, Lucas immediately remembered the promise he had made. He gathered his lunch cooler and hard hat, then reached for the door handle so he could get out.

"Tyler's a good kid, real friendly," Lucas said while opening the door. "Come out and say hi so he can meet you."

Following Lucas's suggestion, Wanakee slid out from behind the steering wheel, and after retrieving Mato from the backseat, carried him in her arms and towards Tyler. Currently engaging in a fist bump, Lucas and Tyler shifted their eyes to watch Wanakee as she approached. 

"This is my friend, Wanakee," Lucas said as she came to a stop next to them. "And Wanakee, this is Tyler."

"Nice to meet you." She held out her hand so that he could shake it, then gazed down at the baby in her arms before saying, "This is Mato, my son."

Tyler waved at the child and offered a smile, then once again regarded Wanakee with a friendly gaze.

"So, it looks you're coming back from a game of basketball." Her eyes lowered to the ball in his hand, which looked brand new.

"Actually, we're about to head out to the court for a game," Lucas said. "We get together every Friday afternoon to play."

"Nice," Wanakee stated. "I have a cousin who plays basketball. Maybe he could meet up with you guys sometimes."

"Sure," Lucas replied. "We'd love to have him along."

"How old are you, Tyler?" Wanakee asked. "Because my cousin just turned seventeen last month."

With a gesture of hands, Tyler signed his age, which led Wanakee to gaze at him in confusion.

"He's sixteen," Lucas interpreted. "And I guess I should have mentioned that Tyler is deaf."

"Oh, I see." Wanakee's features instantly softened. "I didn't know you knew sign language, Lucas."

"I don't," he replied. 

"Then how do you and Tyler communicate?" 

"Mostly through gestures and by writing words down, but I have managed to learn a few basic signs."

Having quickly scribbled some words on his memo pad, Tyler tore off the sheet and handed it to Wanakee, who allowed her eyes to scan the message he had written. 

He's learning quickly. Give him another couple of months, and he'll probably know the entire alphabet.

"Wow." Wanakee regarded Lucas with a look of admiration. "Tyler says you're making really good progress."

"He's just being nice," Lucas said with a grin. "The truth of it, I sorta suck. But I promised him I'd learn ASL, so that's just what I plan to do."

"Good for you." She gave him a smile. "I think It's pretty cool that you're even willing to learn it."

"Well Tyler's a good kid, and I enjoy hanging out with him. So it only makes sense that we bridge that gap, so we can fully connect with one another." 

"Right on..." Giving a slow nod, she looked from Lucas to Tyler, and then back again before offering a smile. "Well, I'd better get back on the road. Mato needs his nap, and I've got housework to do."

"Okay," Lucas said. "Thanks again for the ride, and I'll see you around school."

"Not a problem. And yeah, I'll see you on Monday." She then offered a wave and smile to Tyler before turning around, but before reaching her Jetta, she suddenly stopped and looked back at Lucas.

"By the way, Mato is having a birthday on Saturday. I'll be giving him a little party at my house, so if you're not doing anything else, you're more than welcome to stop by."

"Yeah, sure. I'd love to come."

"Cool," she replied. "The party starts at two, so I'll see you then."

"Definitely. I'll be there."

"Alright, well take down my number so I can text you later with my address."

Retrieving his phone from the pocket of his jeans, Lucas prepared to get her digits, and after keying them in, saved it to his list of contacts.

"Great. So I'll wait to hear back from you, then."

"Yep. Enjoy your basketball game, and I'll see you on Saturday."

"Alright, see ya later," Lucas said as he watched her walk to the car, and only after she'd gotten in and drove off, did he finally shift his attention to a grinning Tyler. 

Having already written some words on his mini notepad, Tyler tore off the sheet and handed it over, whereupon Lucas read the words that had been hastily scribbled:

8She's hot. You going to make her your girlfriend?8

Lightly chuckling, Lucas shook his head. "No, It's not like that between us. We're just friends, not trying to date or anything."

Tyler wrote some more words down on the pad:

*Why not? If I was your age and didn't have Jolene in my life, I'd be trying to make Wanakee my girlfriend.*

"She's got a kid," Lucas responded. "Too much baggage for me, you know?"

Rather than reply with another scribbled note, Tyler only stared at Lucas in a curious sort of way. Staring right back, Lucas waited for Tyler to look away first, but as moments passed, the younger teen kept his gaze steadily focused.

"What?" Lucas inquired. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

A soft shrug was all Tyler offered in response, and as Lucas started for his house, Tyler followed behind. 

"If she didn't have the kid, I'd be all over her," Lucas continued. "But she does, and I don't want her thinking I'm taking on some sort of responsibility for Mato. I mean the dude who got her pregnant is the one who should be taking care of him, you know?"

Tyler nodded, watching as Lucas placed his lunch cooler and hard hat on the porch. Lucas stripped out of his jeans and put on a pair of long gym shorts and sneakers, then lead the way across the lawn and in the direction of the basketball court.

"I won't lie, I really like her," Lucas admitted. "But I've got work and school, plus other things to worry about. So It's probably best that we just remain friends."

Now spinning the basketball on his index finger, Tyler's attention was entirely off of Lucas. 

"I see you've been practicing those tricks I taught you," Lucas said, and before Tyler could even think to react, Lucas suddenly snatched the ball.

Shocked at his quickness, Tyler watched as Lucas dribbled while walking, trying to show off by bouncing the ball through his legs before passing the ball back to Tyler.

"You been working on that jump shot, too?" 

Tyler nodded, then briefly halted in the middle of the road so he could demonstrate the technique he'd been perfecting.

"Looks pretty good," Lucas said while watching him pantomime a jump shot, "But keep your feet shoulder-width apart, and make sure your knees are slightly bent."

Correcting his stance, Tyler pantomimed again, then glanced at Lucas for approval. 

"Better," Lucas said with a nod, and as they reached the court where the basketball hoop was set up, the two teens sprinted onto the asphalt.

Seconds later, they were playing one-on-one, pounding the pavement with their basketball sneakers. They played for hours, not stopping until the sun went down and the sky turned dark.

* * * *

The smell of the Volkswagon's old leather seats permeated the air around Tristan, contributing to the retro feel that the hippie van seemed to radiate. With its wrap-around bench seating, the rear of the bus had an almost limousine-like feeling. 

The sunroof allowed light to fill the vehicle, creating a warmth that should have comforted Tristan. But he was far too freaked out to appreciate the beautiful sunny day, and as thoughts of Detective Gonzalez filled his head, an empty feeling came into his stomach.

Disturbed by the fact that the detective knew so much about him, Tristan was trying to figure out what his next move would be. Now that his telekinetic powers were in danger of being exposed, he would have to find a way to take the heat off of him. The last he wanted was to stick out at university, to be the "weird one" who possessed unexplainable powers. And since Andy had gone missing and he was the number one suspect, word would probably spread quickly about his suspected involvement.

Blowing out a harsh sigh, Tristan slumped in his seat and clenched his jaw. University was supposed to be about making a fresh start, not gaining a reputation that would follow him around for the next four years. Although Detective Gonzalez hadn't confirmed that Andy was dead, Tristan had a feeling that he might be. 

Someone, somewhere, had decided to do something to him, and although Tristan didn't have an ounce of sympathy for the abuser, he couldn't help wondering just why he had disappeared. 

He was sitting there stewing in his thoughts when the door to the van slid open, revealing first Claudia, before Ethan and Kimi stepped in as well. Situating herself next to Tristan, Claudia took his hand and held it tenderly, studying his face with an expression that made it clear she was deeply concerned. Directly across from them was Ethan and Kimi, who plopped down on the wraparound seating before casting a look his way.

"So what's up, man?" Ethan asked while giving Tristan a questioning look. "Why are we all meeting in here?" 

"Because the information I'm going to share with you is too private to discuss out in public."

"Oh, okay..." Clearly more curious than ever, Ethan gazed with focus at Tristan's face. "Well Claudia told us that the police pulled you out of class today, so I'm guessing you're in some sort of trouble."

"Yeah, and It's pretty serious." Briefly pausing, Tristan swallowed around the lump in his throat before looking at Kimi. "Andy went missing a day ago, Kimi, and the police think I had something to do with it."

"Seriously?" Kimi's brows lightly furrowed as the information sunk in. "But why would they think that? You left the rez a week ago, and haven't been back since."

"I know," Tristan replied. "But they've got it in their heads that I was somehow involved."

"You can prove that you were here at the university," Claudia said. "I'll back you up, and of course Ethan and Kimi will too."

"I know you guys will, and I really appreciate that," he responded. "But this detective is convinced that I murdered Andy, and I have a feeling he's not going to let up."

"Wait a minute, what do you mean murdered?" Kimi leaned forward in her seat, gaze focusing intently on Tristan's face. "I thought you said he was just missing."

"From what the detective told me, he is. But I can tell that he thinks I killed Andy, so in his mind, Andy's already worm food."

"Oh my God." Claudia's eyes had widened, mouth falling open in shock. "But why would he be dead? I mean, why would somebody murder him?"

"Why wouldn't they?" Kimi asked, and as all eyes turned in her direction, she followed up with some more words. "Oh don't look so surprised you guys, we all know he was a flaming asshole." 

"Yeah, but for somebody to actually murder him?" Claudia flitted her eyes from face to face. "I mean you've gotta be filled with a lot of rage to actually take another human's life."

"Well Andy was more monster than he was human, so..." As Kimi's voice drifted off, she lightly shrugged. "Look, I'm not saying I'm happy that he possibly bit the dust. But I was raped by this man at eleven years old, so shedding any tears are the last thing on my mind."

"Hey, we're not judging you, angel." Ethan wrapped his arm around her waist to comfort her. "I think It's totally understandable how you feel, and you don't have to guilty about not being sad. He was a dysfunctional person, and put you and your family through a lot of hell."




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 10



"There's *definitely* no judgment," Claudia said. "I'd probably feel the exact same way if I'd had a terrible father like Andy."

"Ditto," Tristan agreed. "Whatever emotions you have, you'll process them in your own personal way. No need to even explain, we totally get it."

"Thanks, guys." Just briefly, Kimi lowered her gaze to her lap. But upon lifting her eyes, she settled them back on Tristan's face. "So they think you did it, then."

"Yeah." Tristan nodded and drew his brows together. "I guess I should also mention that this detective had done some digging around, and knows all about my gifts."

"Does he truly know the extent of what you can fully do, though?" Claudia asked. "Because he might be pretending to know a lot more, in hopes that you'll reveal some secrets." 

"He *knows*." Tristan's mouth went dry at the thought. "About everything, especially the telekinesis."

"No shit," Ethan said. "Well how the hell did he find out about that?"

"Andy told him," Tristan replied. "He gave him all the details about last Friday, and how I used my energy to throw him around."

"Damnit." Kimi's face turned sour. "I just knew he was going to run his mouth about that."

"You could always deny it," Claudia suggested. "I mean, It's his word against yours, and Andy is a drunk after all."

"Too late for denial, he knows for certain what I can do. And he also revealed he knows I crashed that man's truck...you know, the one that belonged to the racist who was harassing us at the gas station."

"But how could he know?" A blank look crossed Claudia's face. "Me, Kimi, and Ethan are the only ones you told. And it wasn't outwardly obvious that you were controlling the car with your mind."

"I don't know how he knows," Tristan nervously replied. "But the dude's building a file on me, so I'm definitely under investigation."

"Who the hell is this cop?" Ethan asked. "He sounds completely overbearing, not to mention he's invading your privacy."

"His name is Detective Gonzalez, but other than that I don't know a whole lot. I do get the feeling, though, that's he's going to try and use what he knows to his advantage."

"Well he can't blame you for Andy's disappearance," Claudia said. "You've got us to provide an alibi, so don't worry about that."

"It's not Andy's disappearance I'm worried about. It's the fact that Detective Gonzalez knows all about me and what I can do. He's building a file on me, guys. That can't possibly be good."

"So what do you want to do?" Claudia asked. 

"I don't know..." Drawing a complete blank, Tristan slowly shook his head. "I guess the only thing there is to do, is wait and see where he goes with all this."

"Well I think waiting is a bad idea," Ethan stated. "This Isn't the time to stand by and do nothing, Tristan. You need to get a lawyer, and quick."

"I agree," Kimi said. "This detective sounds like really bad news. Who knows what he's truly up to."

"I think Lucas is still in touch with that lawyer who helped him file a discrimination case," Claudia said. "I'll give him a call and see if he'll put us in touch with him."

"Okay." Tristan nodded at her suggestion, but a rolling feeling was beginning to spread throughout his stomach.

"Just in case, babe." Claudia's palm caressed the top of his hand. "This detective's got no solid proof you did anything, so don't worry, you'll come out of this just fine."

Hoping like hell that Claudia was right, Tristan gave her a wan smile. But his heart felt like a rock, weighing heavily in his chest. 

* * * *

Lucas exited the red hatchback, thanking his friend Joey for the ride before shutting the door behind him and walking towards the small house. Freshly shampooed, his long hair was loose and flowing over his shoulders. The jeans he had on were brand new, neither too tight or loose, but just right for his tall frame. Wearing a T-shirt with the words 'Native Pride' emblazoned on the front, Lucas climbed the steps to the porch. 

Completely weather beaten, they creaked and bowed beneath his weight, threatening to splinter yet somehow remaining intact. On reaching the door he knocked two times, then smoothed fingers through his hair to ensure he was fully presentable. The sound of footsteps approaching the door soon reached his ears, and as the door slowly opened to reveal Wanakee, Lucas's lips peeled back to reveal white teeth.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself," she responded, and after accepting the gift he had brought along, invited him to enter her house.

Gladly doing just that, Lucas saw that the dining room was decorated with blue and white streamers, which were attached and stretched out from the ceiling fan. Several balloons had been affixed to the punch table, and a pile of gifts were right next to it, creating a small, but tower-like structure. 

Then his eyes shifted to the living room which was filled with women, and curling his lips into a soft smile, gave them all a nod of acknowledgment.

"Hello."

"Hi," they all said in freaky and near-perfect unison, and in response Wanakee smiled, then guided Lucas to the living room so he could sit down and relax.

Once there, he lowered himself to a chair, resting his elbows on the cushiony armchair rests before scanning the pretty faces that surrounded him. Since he was literally the only man in attendance, Lucas realized nearly all of the women in the room were giving him the eye. 

Some of them were even preening their hair, while others straightened their posture, lightly pushing out their chests. Normally this would have fed Lucas's ego, and without hesitation would have flirted right back. But he had attended the party for Wanakee, and with a gentle clear of his throat, shifted his gaze to her face. 

"Thanks for inviting me," he said to her. 

"No problem," she responded, and placing her palm on the shoulder of an elderly lady who sat next to her on the couch, launched into introductions. "This is my grandmother, Velma."

"It's an honor to meet you," Lucas stated, and extending an upturned palm towards her, invited the old lady to touch his hand.

Placing her palm against his, the elderly woman gave him a warm smile, then turned her head to look at Wanakee before speaking a few words in Blackfoot. No sooner had the words been spoken, did several of the women in the room begin to giggle. But as Lucas studied Wanakee's face, he noticed that she was madly blushing.

"Yes he is handsome, grandmother. But no, he's not my boyfriend. He's just a friend, someone I know from college."

The old woman made a clucking noise with her tongue, then lightly shook her head while gazing at her granddaughter. She then spoke some more words, which made Lucas's lips instantly curl upward. 

"You're letting a good man go to waste, granddaughter," the elder said in Blackfoot while giving Wanakee a serious look. "Better snatch him up quick, before another woman makes him her own."

"Grandmother..." Clearly mortified, Wanakee's face went redder. "Can we talk about this later? He's sitting right in front of us."

Lightly chuckling, Lucas gave her a grin, then nodded towards Mato, who was crawling around on the floor with several other babies. 

"So, Mato's first birthday, huh? He's a pretty good size for a one year old."

"Yeah, he's got a hearty appetite so he's growing quick. I'm teaching him both Blackfoot and English right now, but focusing more heavily on Blackfoot. That way he gets a strong grasp of our language before learning the more advanced English words."

"That's great," Lucas said. "We need to keep our language going strong, so that the future generations will continue to speak it."

"I agree, which is why I'm getting a teaching degree, so I can get a job at the Blackfoot immersion school."

"Oh I heard about that," Lucas said. "The Piegan Institute, right?"

"Yeah."

"From what I've hear, they do really good work there. I hear they've got a progressive program."

"Yeah, It's an awesome school," Wanakee said. "I'm really looking forward to becoming a teacher there."

"You'll make a great teacher," Lucas told her. "You're the patient, calm type. And clearly intelligent, so..."

Flattered, she gave him a wide smile, but upon realizing that everyone else was watching her and Lucas converse, she immediately blushed and stood to her feet. 

"I better go check the oven before the pizza burns. Be back in a bit."

Hurriedly she rushed out of the living room, and no sooner had she disappeared into the kitchen, did one of the woman sitting on the couch shift her body in Lucas's direction. Appearing to be in her twenties, she wore her hair in loose barrel curls, eyeshadow expertly applied so that it enhanced her almond shaped eyes. 

"So, how long have you and Wanakee known each other?"

"About a month," he responded. 

"And you met at the college?"

"Yeah, she helped me register for classes."

"How old are you again?"

"Eighteen."

"You don't look eighteen," she said while not so slyly checking out his solid chest and wide shoulders. "You look so manly...like you could pass for twenty-one."

"Oh..." Uncertain of how to respond to her flattery, he quickly uttered some words. "Well thanks..."

A smile tilted her coral lips. "Just for the record, I think you and Wanakee would look cute together."

"Oh yeah?" Now feeling doubly awkward, Lucas shifted in his seat.

"Yeah. So when are you going to ask her out?"

"It's not like that between us," he quickly said. "As she mentioned before, we've just decided to be friends."

"*Right*." Lifting a cup of punch to her mouth, she took a few leisurely sips. But Lucas saw the way that her lips were slightly tilted at the corners. 

Shifting his gaze to the other women sitting near him, Lucas saw they were all softly smiling, as if they each were in on a secret that only they were privy to. Purposely focusing on the window in the living room, Lucas noticed that the curtain rod was noticeably uneven, and mentally made a note to even it up when he got the chance. 

While some of the women had begun to chatter among themselves, others were still watching him with undisguised desire, trying not to stare too hard and long, while also taking extended glances. Feeling completely out of place in the estrogen-laden room, Lucas began to wonder what was taking Wanakee so long, and with a clear of his throat, shifted his body so that he rose to his feet.

"I'm thirsty. Think I'll get some punch."

As he turned and headed for the punch table, Lucas could feel the eyes of every woman on him, undoubtedly watching as he poured himself a drink. But fortunately Wanakee suddenly made an appearance, holding a silver tray with pizza that had already been cut into eight slices. 

"Need a hand?" Lucas asked while watching her serve the cheesy pie onto plates. 

"Yeah, could you grab the bowl of salad from the kitchen, please? I forgot to bring it out."

"Sure thing," he responded, and after retrieving a fresh green salad with croutons and bits of chicken, he placed it on the table next to a sliced fruit tray. 

By this time, everyone had gathered around to fix a plate, and soon people were breaking off into pairs of two or three's, munching contentedly as they chatted. With no other men to talk to, Lucas felt like the odd one out. But Wanakee purposely stuck close to him, engaging him in conversation as they ate.

"Sorry you're the only guy here," she said before nibbling on a slice of watermelon. "Nadine was supposed to bring her boyfriend along, but he got sick and ended up staying at home."

"No problem." He lifted his slice of pizza, cheese stretching as he took a generous bite. "It's a nice little party. I'm enjoying myself."

"Don't lie." A smile curved her full lips. "You're totally bored, I can tell by your face."

"No really, It's not so bad. I mean it was awkward at first, but It's okay now."

"So you've probably noticed that my friends think you're hot." 

"Oh yeah?" Feigning nonchalance, Lucas sampled his salad.

"Oh don't play modest, Lucas. They all you want you, and you know it."

"Well I did notice a couple of them giving me the eye, but of course I didn't do anything in return."

"Well even if you had, it wouldn't be any of my business." Having finished her fruit, Wanakee was beginning to nibble on her pizza. "I mean if you did want to flirt with any of them, I certainly wouldn't blame you for it."

"So it wouldn't bother you?" Lucas asked.

"No, why should it?"

"I don't know...," he softly said, but as his voice trailed off, his lips pressed tight with disappointment. "I guess there's no reason why it should bother you. I just want to be respectful, is all."

"Well you are being respectful, so no worries there. Just enjoy yourself and feel free to mingle, alright?"

"Okay." Taking a sip of his punch, he allowed his eyes to scan the room, checking out the various women who were standing around and socializing with each other.

More than a couple of them were quite attractive, and he did slyly check out their various body shapes. But the truth of it was, he wasn't there to there to try and meet anyone. He'd only showed up because of Wanakee, so why wasn't he making it clear how attracted he was to her? 

Turning his head to look at her, Lucas cleared his throat and prepared to speak, but as the shrieking cry of a smoke alarm ripped through the air, Wanakee turned on her heel and ran to the kitchen.

Following behind her, Lucas joined her at the stove, but before she could make a move to do anything at all, he gently pushed her out of the way. Taking charge of the situation, he slipped an oven mitt onto his hand, then removed a pan that was on the back burner before placing it in the sink. 

He turned the water on full blast, soaking the scorched pot until the smoke lessened. Then removing the oven mitt from his hand, he turned to give her a soft smile.

"The pan's pretty charred, so you might want to get a new one. But the good news is, you just narrowly missed a grease fire."

"Thanks for your help," Wanakee said. "I totally forgot I had that pot on the stove." 

"So everything's good then?" Having been drawn to the kitchen by the sound of the smoke alarm, one of Wanakee's friends was giving them a concerned look. 

"Yes, It's under control." He offered a slight nod to assure her, and as she exited the kitchen to rejoin the party, he looked back at Wanakee. 

"So since we're in here alone, do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Sure." Turning her attention to a pink pastry box that was sitting on the counter, she began to remove a birthday cake that had been placed inside of it.

"Why did you invite me?" Lucas asked.

"What do you mean?" She gently furrowed her brows.

"What made you want to have me here?"

"Well, I think you're a cool person. And I thought It'd be nice to see you again."

"On a friendship level, or for something more?"

A moment of silence preceded her words. "I invited you as a friend, Lucas."

The expression on his face told her that he was waiting for more. 

"And I also invited you because I wanted to get to know you a little better, maybe see if there wasn't a little more to you...something that I'd possibly overlooked."

"And is there?" He gazed at her expectantly.

Now placing the birthday cake on a crystal glass platter, Wanakee situated it so it was perfectly in the middle.

"Well, to tell you the truth, when I picked you up on the road that day near the sawmill, I started to change my opinion of you. I knew you'd just gotten off work because you were carrying your hard hat, and sawmill work is pretty back-breaking, so that told me right then that you were hard working."

Holding a giant birthday candle in the shape of a number one, Wanakee carefully inserted it into the middle of the cake.

"And then later when I saw the connection you had with Tyler, it made me see you in a whole different way. You weren't just this guy at the college who was trying to get into my pants, you seemed more like a man that day. You were a person who cared about others, and it seemed like you were trying to make a positive difference in Tyler's life."

"Because I am," Lucas said. "So now you realize I'm not just a sex hound."

"Oh Lucas, of course I know that. And I never thought that's all you were. It's just that was the first time I'd ever seen you outside of school, so it gave me the chance to see you in a different light."

"So what does this mean for us?" Lucas asked. "Because from what you've told me so far, the reason you won't go out with me is because you think I'm immature."

"It's not so much that you're immature, Lucas. It's that I think you're unready to date a woman like me."

"Because you have Mato."

Wanakee nodded.

"Well I would be lying if I said it didn't scare me a little. But that's only because I've never dated anyone who's had a kid."

"You're not ready," Wanakee proclaimed. "I know it and so do you, so It's perfectly fine that you're uncomfortable with it."

"I might not be uncomfortable forever," Lucas said. "Maybe we could get to know each other anyways, give things a try and see if it works out." 

"And by get to know each other, you mean have sex."

"No, that's not what I meant," Lucas hastily said. 

"My ex said he wanted to get to know me, too. Then a few months later I find out that I'm pregnant. Not long after that, he disappeared. Haven't seen or heard from him since."

"So since he's a jerk, that means all guys are?"

"I didn't say that. But I do want you to know I'm looking for a strong and mature man. I won't tolerate bullshit and I can smell a user from a mile away. So if you're thinking about doing a hit and run, you can take it somewhere else."

Stunned at how effectively she had whipped out the words, Lucas stood there just looking at her. So delicate and feminine looking on the outside, he'd have never guessed that she was holding such fieriness within. Focusing on a cake spatula, Wanakee was polishing it with a damp cloth.

"Look, I'm not trying to use you, alright?" Lucas said. "But it would be nice to know if you'll give me a chance, that way I at least have a better idea of where I stand."

"I'm not sure just yet, Lucas. You'll have to give me a bit longer, I can't say for certain right now."

"Terrific." Easing out a frustrated sigh, Lucas slowly shook his head. "My ex-girlfriend Claudia was exactly like this. She couldn't figure out what she wanted, so she just led me on for months."

"I am not your ex-girlfriend." No longer polishing the cake spatula, Wanakee was now giving Lucas a hard look.

"No, but you're starting to remind me of her." 

"Look, Lucas. Let's just be friends and leave it at that, okay? It'll be easier for the both of us."

"Fine," he replied. "I'm down with that."

Retrieving a stack of saucers from the cabinet, Wanakee set them on the counter. She then grabbed a carton of ice cream from the freezer, but on turning around to once again face Lucas, she was that he was leaning against the counter with his arms crossed against his chest.

"Look, if you don't want to be here, you're free to go," Wanakee said. "Nobody's forcing you to stick around."

"Did I say I wanted to leave?" 

"No, but I'm just letting you know there's no obligation."

"I want to stay," Lucas replied. "But I've gotta be honest and let you know that I'm really disappointed. I thought you invited me because you were interested in pursuing something more. Not keeping me around as just a friend."

"You have to understand my situation, Lucas. I'm a single mom, which means I have to be cautious. I can't just jump into relationships without really getting to know the guy first."

"Okay." Allowing the tenseness in his body to ease up, Lucas uncrossed his arms from in front of his chest. 




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 10



"You're a good person, I know you are. But if you want to be in my life, you'll have to prove that you're patient."

Slowly nodding, Lucas stepped away from the counter. He then lifted the crystal platter that was holding the birthday cake, and looking Wanakee right in the eyes, spoke a few words.

"That's fine, I can be patient. I mean It's not like I'm in a rush or anything, so however long it takes I'll be here."

"Okay." Wanakee gazed up into his eyes, and for a moment it seemed as if she was going to continually hold his stare. But then suddenly her eyes shifted, and she was lifting the stack of saucers to take them into the dining room. "We should get back to the party, or people are going to start wondering what happened to us."

Following close behind her, Lucas trailed her into the dining room where everyone was gathered. A few minutes later, the birthday candle was lit, glowing brightly in the middle of a star shaped cake.

* * * *

It was half past four when the last party guest departed Wanakee's house, offering a wave to both she and Lucas before descending down the creaky porch stairs. Preparing to depart as well, Lucas stepped onto the porch and gazed at Wanakee, soft smile curling his lips as she looked up at his taller form. 

"I'm glad you came," she said.

"Well thanks for having me. I enjoyed myself."

"My grandma was happy to meet you, and my friends were pretty pleased to be in your company as well."

"Glad to hear it. And I consider it an honor to have met your grandmother."

Her lips tilted into a small smile, soft breeze ruffling her shiny, waist length hair. Although faint, the scent of her shampoo wafted into his nostrils, reminding him of the wild strawberries he used to pick out in the forests as a young boy. Shifting his eyes to her lips, he began to wonder if she would mind him leaning down for a kiss. But then he was suddenly reminded that she wanted to take things slow, so he lifted his gaze back up to her eyes. 

"If you want I could stay behind and help you clean up."

"It's okay, I can do it on my own."

"You sure? It'd go a lot quicker with two people."

Seeming to think it over for a moment, she shifted from one foot to the other. "Well I guess if you don't mind, I could use an extra hand."

"Only one? I've got two perfectly good ones."

Wanakee lifted a brow at this remark.

"Sorry," he said with a sheepish look. "That was a bad joke, wasn't it?"

Smiling in response, she turned on her heel and led him inside, where they immediately got busy at clearing away plates, cups, and half empty platters of food. Once that was done, they discarded the torn up wrapping paper, then took down the streamers that had been affixed to the ceiling fan in the dining room. 

Mato, who was watching them from the comfort of his play pen, contentedly cuddled a plush seahorse that was adorned with sparkles. Noticing that the small boy was intently eyeing them, Lucas gave him a soft smile.

"He really likes that thing, huh?"

Shifting her attention to her son, Wanakee nodded her head in agreement. "Yeah, that seems to be his favorite birthday gift. Good job on picking it out."

"Can't take all the credit," Lucas said. "A lady at the toy store recommended it. Said It's been their bestseller for four weeks."

"It's just the right size for him, too." She gazed lovingly at her little boy, then glanced around the tidied up room. "You're right, this did go quick. Thanks a lot for helping me out."

"No problem," Lucas said.

"Can I give you some cake to take home with you? There's plenty left over, and I surely don't need to eat it."

"Sure, why not?" 

Making her way into the kitchen, Wanakee made a beeline for the fridge, where she retrieved the leftover cake before slicing off a generous portion. After placing it into a Tupperware container, she rejoined Lucas in the dining room, where she placed the container in his hands. 

"Thanks," he said, but as a foul scent filled the air, he wrinkled his nose and looked around.

"What?" Wanakee asked. 

"You don't smell that?" He took another sniff of the air. "Something smells rancid in here. Must be the trash, I'll go take it out."

"That's not the trash, Lucas." Wanakee smirked as he started for the kitchen. "What you're smelling is Mato's diaper."

"Oh..." Halting his steps, Lucas turned back around. "Of course it is, I should have known that."

With a smile still on her lips, Wanakee made her way over to the playpen, where she lifted Mato into her arms, gently cradling him as she walked away.

"Don't leave yet, okay? Just give me a few minutes to change him, and I'll be right back."

"Alright," Lucas replied, and after drifting into the living room, took a seat on the overstuffed blue couch.

Every so often, squeals and babbles drifted from the rear of the house, along with Wanakee's voice as she cooed to Mato. But eventually the sounds tapered off, and after ten minutes of sitting in the living room reading a magazine, Lucas heard a pitter pattering noise that make him turn his head.

Crawling at a surprisingly fast speed, Mato was making his way down the hallway and into the living room where Lucas sat. As if on a mission, the toddler made a beeline for the eighteen year old, coming to a stop at his feet before gazing up at him with his big innocent eyes.

Lucas waved and smiled in response, then glanced back at the magazine that he had been flipping through. But after several solid moments of feeling Mato's gaze continuously on him, Lucas shifted his attention from the glossy publication. Bright and unwavering, Mato's eyes seemed to study Lucas, as if delving past the exterior and right into his very soul. 

In fact, they were so intently focused on him, that Lucas couldn't help but wonder what the baby was thinking. Not knowing what else to do, Lucas closed the magazine and set it aside.

"Where's your mommy, Mato?" He asked the baby in a soft voice. "She still back in the bedroom?"

Offering little more than a gurgle in response, Mato placed a hand on Lucas's foot. Using his other palm to clutch Lucas's pant leg, Mato uttered a soft gunt, eyes bright with expectancy as he waited for Lucas to take the hint. Well aware of what Mato wanted, Lucas felt an urge to pick the tiny boy up. But there was something inside him that was hesitant, if not a bit scared to actually go through with it. 

He'd never held a baby before, so he wasn't even certain of how to properly do it. What if he picked Mato up and caused him to cry, or what if Wanakee suddenly appeared and got upset that he was holding her baby? He didn't want Wanakee getting the idea that he was trying to manipulate her through Mato, or making a false show of affection so that she would respond to his romantic advances. 

No, it was probably best if he just sat and waited for Wanakee, so despite his urge to make physical contact with the boy, Lucas just sat there and awkwardly watched him.

Still clutching Lucas's pant leg, Mato grunted once again. But this time it was more forceful, if not even a tad bossy. Now feeling as if he was being put on the spot, Lucas shifted in his seat. He cleared his throat, then focused his eyes on a vase of fresh flowers. But as his gaze unwillingly shifted back to the still-staring toddler, Lucas found that his arms began to move on their own.

Lifting the small boy into his arms, Lucas cradled him against his chest. Almost immediately, the baby reached out for Lucas's hair, grasping it in his tiny fist before gazing up into Lucas's eyes. Unable to resist, Lucas broke out into a smile. Although he was heavier than he looked, Mato fit perfectly in Lucas's arms, his perfectly round head nestled in the crook of the teenager's elbow. 

It was an incredibly odd sensation, the feel of him holding a tiny little human that was so innocent and utterly dependent. And yet it also felt sort of natural, as if he'd done it before. Noting how thick and black the baby's hair was, Lucas reached out to touch it, softly stroking the silky strands before pulling his hand away. 

He was sitting there gazing at the baby's miniature features when it suddenly hit him that Wanakee was still missing. He knew she was the type of mom to keep a close eye on her child, so why was she strangely absent? There weren't even any sounds that let him know what she was up to - no toilet flushing, nor any noises of things being moved around in the bedroom. 

But then suddenly he realized that she hadn't left Mato unattended. She was standing at the edge of the hallway, watching his interaction with the tiny boy.

Due to the angle at which he was sitting, Lucas barely even noticed her. But as she stepped fully into his line of sight, he lifted his eyes.

"He likes you," Wanakee said.

"Yeah, surprisingly he does," Lucas stated, and as Wanakee lowered her arms to accept Mato from him, Lucas gently handed over the small boy. 

"Why is it surprising?" Wanakee asked. "Some people just have that nurturing spirit about them."

"Women are the nurturing ones. Men are protectors."

"Well maybe you were a woman in your previous life, and some of the feminine energy was carried over into this one."

"Naw, I was a warrior," he said. "My grandfather told me that from the minute I was born, he could tell I was carrying a fierce spirit."

"Well, you're probably naturally in touch with your feminine side, and that's how you connected with Mato so quickly."

"Men in touch with their feminine sides are called two-spirits," Lucas proclaimed. "I think it was my pure masculine energy that he was drawn to."

Offering little more than a soft smile in response, Wanakee paced back and forth while cooing to the baby. Rising to his feet, Lucas took a glance at Mato's face, and as he saw that the baby's lids were beginning to droop, he slowly drifted towards the doorway. 

"Well, I guess I better be getting home."

Upon reaching the door, he slowly opened it and stepped outside, then turned to look at Wanakee who was standing just inside the threshold.

"Thanks for coming," she said. "It was great having you here."

"My pleasure." His lips curled into a smile, and after gently caressing Mato's hair, he spoke a few words to the slumbering toddler. "Later, kiddo."

With a smile and a wave, Lucas turned to go down the porch steps. But the sound of Wanakee's voice was suddenly carried along by the wind.

"Lucas?"

Turning to face her, he waited expectantly.

"I like the way you handled Mato, and I think It's a good sign that he was comfortable with you."

"Well it was really nice holding him, and I'm definitely glad we got the chance to connect."

She smiled, then gazed at him a bit longer before speaking again. "Maybe you could come over again sometime." 

"I'd love to." Outwardly he was trying his best to play it cool, but internally he was doing cartwheels.

"Great." 

They both fell quiet, their feelings reflected in their softened gazes. Then suddenly Wanakee shifted her feet, taking a few steps forward until she was right before Lucas. Before he even knew what was happening, she was lifting herself onto her toes, and then there was the sensation of her lips against his cheek. 

Soft and full, they touched his skin with undeniable tenderness. But no sooner had her mouth connected with his skin, was she was pulling away and into the house. 

"See you at school on Monday," Wanakee said.

"Yeah, see you then."

He watched as she closed the door, listening to her footsteps as she retreated further inside. His heart beat quickly, skin tingling with excitement. The spot where she'd kissed him was warm, and just briefly he reached up to touch it. 

But then suddenly realizing he was still rooted to the spot, Lucas turned and made his way down the porch steps. He didn't have a car to get home, but it didn't matter because he felt like walking.

Completely elated, he literally bounced as he walked, head held high and a soft little smile on his face. Her lips had been so soft, so gentle, and it was all he could think about while walking home. As if in celebration, an extraordinary sunset formed as he traveled, filling the sky with beautiful warm tones that perfectly matched his mood. 

As he walked on, he gave thanks to the Creator, awed by the pinks and purples as they gradually deepened in the sky. It was a good day to be him, and an even better day to be alive.



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 11



Alright, so this story has undergone some heavy revision. Originally I was planning on it being very minor, with just a few minor tweaks here and there, but I ended up making more changes than I'd originally planned. These changes have to do with Tristan's section of the story. That may be bad for some, or perfectly fine with others, but thought I would let you all know once again.

Anyhow, sorry for any confusion this might cause, but it was something I felt was necessary for my own personal reasons. This is the storyline I'll be sticking with from here on out, as I've plotted everything out until the end. So if you continue to read, wonderful. And if not, I understand, but regardless, I will continue to add chapters.

To those who hang in there and continue on, I thank you in advance for your incredible patience and understanding!

*****

Teeming with students who had gathered for a protest, the center of the university campus was brimming with energy. Adorned with phrases such as "Windmills not oil spills", and "Stop the pipeline", the large signs that protesters held expressed their outrage. 

Clasping to Kimi's arm, Claudia allowed herself to be guided through the crowd. Dressed in a pair of leggings, oversized sweater, and a scarf tied fashionably around her neck, Claudia was dressed for the wet weather. Soggy from earlier rain, fall leaves turned to mush beneath her boots, puddles splashing lightly against the rubber soles. 

Surrounded by a mixture of races, Claudia marveled at how large of a turnout there was. But Native students in particular had turned out in droves, holding signs that expressed their outrage over the pipeline crossing their land. Approaching a large fountain that sat in the middle of the university quad, Claudia saw that Tristan was standing next to Ethan, who held a sign that proclaimed, "Protect our sacred lands".

"Hey girls," Ethan said as they came to a stop in front of the fountain. "We've been waiting half an hour. What took you so long?"

"Female issues," Kimi proclaimed. "I would go into detail, but I've got a feeling you'd rather not know."

"Yeah, think I'll pass on that," Ethan replied, and as Kimi lightly chuckled he gestured to a guy with short black hair and ear gauges.

"This is Klee. He's vice-president of the Native American Student Union."

"Nice to meet you, Klee. I'm Kimi, Ethan's girlfriend." She held out her hand for him to shake, and after clasping palms, he offered a smile. "Yeah, I know who you are. Ethan pointed you out while you were still in the crowd."

"He said good things, I hope." She briefly winked at Ethan before glancing back at Klee.

"Oh, he bragged. He's definitely proud of you, that's for sure."

Now turning his gaze on Claudia, he extended his hand towards her, and as they shook, he gave her a friendly look.

"And you must be Claudia."

"Sure am." 

Smiling back, she took in his punk rock vest, which was denim and covered in patches and various colorful buttons. One of the patches which depicted a Guy Fawkes mask, was accompanied by a slogan that read: WE ARE ANONYMOUS. EXPECT US. 

Glancing back at his face, Claudia gave him a curious look. "What's anonymous?"

"They're a hactivist group," Klee responded. "Google them, you'll find out more."

"Klee is a computer genius," Tristan said. "You ever need a grade changed or a test score altered, he's the man to get in touch with."

"Yeah right," Claudia replied with a grin. "And then I'd get expelled for academic dishonesty."

"I'm joking, babe," Tristan said while taking her hand, and after sharing a brief kiss, they both glanced at Klee, who offered a smirk.

"That's what he wants you to think, Claudia. Tristan Isn't as innocent as he'd have you believe."

"Oh I know he Isn't innocent." Claudia rubbed her hand against Tristan's chest. "In fact, he's far naughtier than any of you could ever imagine."

"Oh yeah?" Kimi's lips pulled into a soft grin. "Well talk is cheap, girl. So why don't you and Tristan prove it?"

"What do you mean?" Although still smiling, Claudia's gaze was uncertain. 

"Well, you could always make a sex tape, then let me and Ethan watch."

"You're joking..." Claudia wanted to believe it was in jest, but knowing Kimi as well as she did, it probably wasn't. "That's crazy, Kimi. No way would Tristan and I ever make a tape."

"Why not?" Kimi asked. "Ethan and I have, and we'll probably make another."

"Okay, this is way too much information," Klee said, and with a grin plastered across his face, hopped down from the fountain ledge and headed for the crowd. "When you four are done discussing your debaucherous plans, come find me and we'll all walk together." 

"See what you did? You scared Klee away," Claudia said, but the smile on her face made it clear that she was amused.

"Yeah, Kimi. You just barely met the guy, and you already told him we made a sex tape?" Ethan shook his head, but lightly smirked. 

"Hey, It's not my fault if he's a prude," Kimi replied. "I say what I want, when I want. Who cares if someone is uncomfortable with it."

"So you guys actually made a sex tape?" Tristan looked intently from Ethan to Kimi, and then back again. 

"Yeah, awhile back," Ethan replied. 

"But aren't you afraid of it getting stolen?" Claudia asked.

"By who?" Kimi responded. "It's not like we're celebrities or anything, so why would anyone want a sex tape of us?"

"There are people who get off on watching amateur porn," Tristan answered. "Lots of sites online where they could post it."

"And how do you know about these sites, Tristan?" Kimi's face now wore a smirk.

"I've browsed a couple from time to time. Not a regular or anything, just a casual peruser."

"Pervert," Claudia said, and she playfully swatted his arm before saying, "So that's what you do when I'm not around."

"Oh Claude, he's a guy," Kimi proclaimed. "They're all major perverts. It's like part of their DNA or something." 

"If being a perv is a guy thing, then what's your excuse?" Ethan asked. "Seems to me you're always the one in our group to say something sexual."

"Can't deny that," Kimi replied. "But men are perverted on a different level. I mean, you guys fantasize about things that we girls probably couldn't even imagine."

"Okay, yeah, that's kinda true," Ethan said, and after sharing a brief smirk with Tristan, they both let out a slight chuckle.

"See? That totally confirms it." Retrieving a bag of tootsie pops from her bookbag, she held out the package as an offering to her friends. 

After each helping themselves to a candy, the foursome headed for the crowd that was moving along. So densely packed, it took them awhile to snake through the crowd, but on locating Klee's position, they joined him in the walk that stretched across campus.

Invigorated by the enthusiastic crowd, Claudia walked pridefully among them. One of the leaders of the rally, a Native man that Claudia recognized as a peer counselor, spoke loudly into a megaphone. His words, which urged everyone on campus to take action, were powerfully felt by Claudia. 

She hadn't ever been a part of something so inspiring, and realizing she'd been politically ignorant up until that point, inwardly vowed to educate herself on pertinent social issues. Clearly just as energized, Tristan shouted along with the other protesters, and noting that Kimi, Ethan, and Klee were doing the same, Claudia followed suit.

The sky above was gray, clouds hovering thickly above the campus. Soon rain began to fall, pelting their faces with its cool wetness. But undeterred they continued on, footsteps sure and strong as they traveled across campus.

* * * *

Thunder shook the roof of Ethan's VW van, rain strumming across the hardtop with a steady pit-pat. Surrounded by a thick fog of smoke were five teenagers, all cross-legged and sitting in a circle. Ten minutes had elapsed since they'd struck up a joint, and the effects of the pot had already settled in. With silly smiles and hooded eyes, they passed the marijuana cigarette around, giggling at things that were more stupid than they were funny.

"I feel like we're hippies, guys," Klee said with a wide, Cheshire-like grin. "We're sitting in this old sixties van, smoking some ganja and pontificating about life."

"Pontificating..." Tristan grinned at the way that it rolled off his tongue. "That's a pretty funny word, man."

"Fits the situation perfectly though, don't it?" 

"Yeah." Tristan smiled and looked off into the distance.

"I gotta agree with Klee," Claudia said. "It's like we've traveled back to the sixties or something."

"If we were in the sixties, we'd be having an orgy right now," Ethan said, and snickering through a puff of smoke, he shifted his gaze Claudia and Tristan's way.

"You and Kimi are overly sexual," Klee said. "Are you two like sex addicts? Cause I kinda think you might need some therapy."

"Naw, we're not sex addicts." Ethan passed the joint to Kimi, who took a puff. "We're just comfortable in our sexuality, you know?"

"I noticed you glanced at Claudia and Tristan when you mentioned having an orgy, though." A smirk crept across Klee's lips. "You into them, or what? Because if you wanna do a foursome, you should probably just come clean and let them know."

"Dude shut up," Ethan responded. "I don't wanna fuck Tristan. You think I'm gay or something?"

"You can have a foursome without boning the dude," Klee proclaimed. Just trade your women, know what I'm saying?"

"That would never happen, man." Ethan now gave Klee a serious look. "Both Tristan and I are jealous dudes. We would never share our girlfriends."

"Exactly," Tristan said. "Nobody touches my girl except for me."

"Hey, I can really respect that." Now accepting the joint from Kimi, Klee paused to inhale, then let out a swirl of smoke. "You guys are monogamous, and that's cool." 

"Having said that, though, I would be totally okay with a bit of action between Claude and Kimi." Ethan focused his gaze on Tristan before lightly smirking. "Know what I'm saying, Tristan?" 

"Nope. I wouldn't be okay with that, either." As if to affirm his statement, Tristan looked Ethan deep in the eyes while stating, "When I said nobody touches my girl except for me, I really meant it."

"Seriously man?" The expression on Klee's face was utter bafflement. "But two women kissing is so hot. You can't tell me that wouldn't give you a boner."

"Maybe if it were two random girls that I didn't care about. But Claudia is my woman. Mine. Not anyone else's."

"God, you're sweet," Kimi said to Tristan. "I just love how totally devoted to Claudia you are." 

"And I'm not devoted to you?" Wearing a wounded expression, Ethan looked questioningly at Kimi. 

"Of course you are, pooh bear. I tell you all the time what a great boyfriend you are, don't I?"

"Yeah." 

"Well I mean it. So wipe that pout off your face, because you know that I'm totally in love with you."

"How in love?" Ethan asked.

"I'd literally have like five of your babies," Kimi responded. "Not right now, but one day, when we're both out of college and have jobs and a house."

"I don't think promising me future babies is enough reassurance that you're in love with me."

"You've seen me naked, Ethan. Do you really think I would ruin this gorgeous figure with five pregnancies for a guy that I wasn't in love with?"

"Point taken," Ethan replied. "You are in love with me."

"Silly billy, you already knew that."

"Course I did, angel," he said while stroking her hair. "I just wanted to see how you'd respond."

Leaning in to share an embrace, they allowed their lips to softly meet. But as their kissing intensified and wet, sloppy noises filled the air, Tristan, Claudia, and Klee exchanged glances, then awkwardly shifted to their feet.

"Guess that's our signal to get lost," Klee said, and glancing at Ethan and Kimi who were ardently making out, he spoke a few words. "If you're free tomorrow, Ethan, send me a text and we'll hang out."

"Mmm," Ethan murmured from behind the kiss, not even looking up as Klee walked past him."

"Later guys," Claudia said to the entangled couple, and with Tristan following behind her, followed Klee outside of the van.

Now pouring rain, it fell in sheets above them. Wind gusted through the trees, causing them to sway lightly in the breeze, and with the rain misting their faces, the three teenagers said their goodbyes.

"Well hey, it was nice meeting you guys," Klee said. "We'll have to hang out again soon, alright?"

"For sure," Claudia replied. It was great meeting you, too." 

"Later, Klee. We'll catch you later," Tristan said, and with Claudia's hand in his, led her back towards the dorms.

* * * *

By the time they arrived at the residence halls they were soaking wet, soles of their shoes squeaking loudly against the linoleum of the women's residence hallway. Undoubtedly cleaner than Tristan and Ethan's dorm, Kimi and Claudia's was well-maintained.  

On first stepping inside, Tristan and Claudia stripped down, throwing their soggy clothes aside before reclining on the bed. In an instant Tristan was on her, parting her legs before settling between her thighs. His tongue moved to the soft flesh of her breasts, lightly skimming her dark brown nipples until they hardened. 

Already wet, Claudia moaned as he suckled them, fingernails grazing his back as he pulled and stretched her nipple between his teeth. Ready to have him inside her, she widened her legs and bumped her hips against his. This resulted in Tristan pulling his mouth away from her chest, and with a reach towards the bedside table, procured a condom from the drawer. 

"We don't need it," Claudia said. 

Clearly surprised, Tristan blinked. "Really?"

She nodded. "I've been on birth control for months now, and we're both totally clean so why not?" 

Clearly unable to think of any reason not to go ahead, he tossed the condom aside. Giving her a ravenous look, Tristan leaned down to kiss her. Reveling in the softness of his lips, she felt her skin flush and muscles loosen. But as Tristan pushed in and buried himself to the hilt, she cried out in pleasure, arching her back.

"I've been waiting a long time to fuck you like this," he said, and setting a slow, steady rhythm, watched her features contort with bliss. 

"Tristan," she called out, pink tongue wetting her lips as she gazed up at him. "Oh babe, yes."

"You feel incredible," he softly said, and to affirm his statement, released a grunt. "Who owns your pussy, Claudia?"

"You," she softly cried out.

"Say it again," he demanded. "Tell me."

"It's yours," Claudia repeated louder, and as he thrust faster and harder, her hands clung to his hips.

"Gonna cum so hard inside you." His breath fell hotly against her neck, length stroking her tightness until her juices flowed free. "You like the thought of that, don't you?"

"Yes." Her nails dug into his skin, breasts bouncing to the rhythm of his bucking hips.

Feeling hot and hard inside her, Tristan purposely calculated each thrust. His strokes felt like caresses, gentle and slow, yet full of unyielding passion. The delicious rhythm he kept was both exquisite and aggravating, his length penetrating spots so delicately sensitive, her lips parted in a sigh.

Faster," she moaned, and as he promptly obeyed, Claudia's legs wrapped around his waist.

He felt good and strong inside her, so manly and firm that she was caught in a daze. His lips captured hers, thrusts quickening with a steady insistence, and as his rhythm took her over the edge, Claudia moaned into his mouth. A deep grunt left his lips as he promptly followed, ejecting his semen deep into her womb. 

The force of the climax made her clench, body trembling as she called out his name. She could feel his seed squirting, spreading its way into her deep, hot heat. A look of deep and utter ecstasy was written across his face, and as he lightly breathed those three little words, Claudia raggedly gave a response.

"Love you too, baby."

His body rolled off of hers, chest heaving as he slowly regained his breath. A minute passed before he finally began to shift, and as his hand reached out for her smaller one, Claudia linked her fingers with his. 

"Tristan?" She asked softly while gazing into his brown eyes.

"Yes, honey?" He murmured with cheek resting against his pillow.

"That detective guy..." She paused a moment, as if afraid to speak his name. "He's investigating you, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then we need to get you a lawyer."

"Can't afford one," Tristan responded.

"They have ones who work pro bono. Lucas used one last year in his discrimination case, remember?"

Tristan nodded.

"Then why don't we get him to represent you? I mean he's obviously good, because Lucas won the case."

"True," Tristan responded, and rolling onto his side, he stretched a leg out over hers. 

"You get in touch with Lucas and get the guy's number, and I'll get the ball rolling to see what he can do."

"Sounds like a plan," Claudia replied, fingers sliding through his black, silky strands.

Tristan lazily smiled at her and in return, Claudia did the same. But silence surrounded them for only so long, because Claudia let loose the thoughts on her mind. 

"What do you think happened to Andy?"

"Nothing good," he quickly replied. "I mean to be honest, I really don't care about him at all."

"Well neither do I," Claudia said. "But I really am curious to know where he is." 

"Probably rotting in hell," Tristan replied. "Which is exactly where he belongs."

"Do you think he was murdered?" Claudia asked.

"I don't know, maybe. But I'm not going to bother myself with wondering, because It's honestly not worth my time."

It wasn't worth hers, either, Claudia decided, but after rolling onto her side and embracing Tristan's warm body, she found herself holding him tight, as if afraid she would lose him. Perhaps sensing her nervousness, Tristan embraced her back. 

Turning her face into his neck, Claudia allowed her lids to drift close, breath gradually becoming shallow as she drifted off to sleep. Lulled to drowsiness by the rhythmic tapping of branches against the window, Tristan joined her in a snooze. 

The storm steadily strengthened, rain pelting the glass harder as they slept. But for now they were sheltered in each other's arms, peacefully snoozing in the warmth of their bed.

* * * *

"What the heck?" Wiping the sleep from her eyes, Claudia blinked at the camcorder in front of her face. "Tristan, what are you doing?"

"Filming you," he said with a grin. 

"While I was sleeping?"

"Yep. You looked so peaceful and gorgeous, how could I not?"

"That's sweet," she replied, but as he angled the lens downward and pointed it at her chest, she emitted a light giggle.

"But now that you're awake, maybe you could show me a little somethin'."

"Just a little, or a lot?" Her gaze turned seductive, fingers toying with the sheet as she lowered it down.

"Mmm...yeah." Now husky, Tristan's voice coaxed her on. "Keep going, babe. Show me more."

Now bare for the camera, her nipples grew hard, perking at both his tone and the way he was looking at her. Moving the sheet down further, Claudia exposed her taut tummy and then her hipone. But as her female anatomy slowly came into view, Tristan focused the lens on her petal-like folds.

"Oh yeah," he lustily remarked. "That's what I wanted to see."

While staring into the camcorder, Claudia brushed her fingers against her slit, then slowly inserted one of her digits into the tight passage of her sex. With Tristan intently watching she pushed it in past the knuckle, then slowly withdrew her finger which was now wet and slippery with juices.

"You like showing yourself off on camera, don't you?" Tristan asked, and as she nodded in agreement, he lightly chuckled. "Open those legs, then, and show me that tight little pussy."




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 11



Immediately obliging she parted her thighs, showing him the delicate petals of her sex. Now provided with an unobstructed view, Tristan zoomed in close. But as he reached out a hand to touch her velvety center, Claudia snapped her legs shut, then crookedly smiled.

"You teasing me, huh?" Tristan lifted a brow and lowered the camcorder. "You know I'm hard and horny for you, so you keep me from having what I want."

"You just had it a few hours ago," she said. "I need a break, some time to recuperate."

"Well how much time do you need?" Tristan asked. "An hour, maybe two before you're rested enough?"

"You're such a horndog," Claudia proclaimed, but the smile on her face conveyed her amusement. "We should get out and do something today, maybe take a drive and go somewhere."

"We could head to the rez," Tristan suggested. "We haven't been home since leaving a month ago."

"You're right," Claudia replied, and after shifting her gaze to the alarm clock, saw it was nearly two p.m. 

"If we leave in half an hour, we can be there by seven."

"Just in time for dinner," Claudia replied, and she got out of bed and onto her feet. 

Following suit, Tristan started to get ready as well, slipping into jeans and a t-shirt before packing an overnight bag. Claudia did the same, and after slipping into a leopard print coat she'd acquired from a thrift store, grabbed her cell phone from the dresser.

"I'll just give Kimi and Ethan a call to see if they want to come with us," she said, but as her call was sent directly to voicemail, she ended the call and pocketed her phone. "No answer, so I guess we're on our own."

"They'll drive out later," Tristan said while zipping their travel bags, and after slinging them both over his shoulder, turned to face Claudia. "Ready to hit the road?"

"I am," she replied, and with fingers linked, they headed for the door.

* * * *

"Hey." Wanakee smiled at Lucas, then opened the door wider to invite him in.

"Hey yourself, gorgeous." With a smile back, he walked into the house. "Where's Mato?"

"Down for a nap. He's had an upset tummy all day, so he really needed the rest."

"Poor little guy," Lucas said. "I hope he feels better soon."

"Well, I gave him some peppermint water before laying down, so let's hope that does the trick." Gesturing to the tool box he held in his hand, Wanakee commented on it. "Wow, that's a pretty big box. Thanks again for helping me out, by the way. I really appreciate it."

"Not a problem, I'm glad to." Shifting his attention to the curtain rod in the living room, Lucas made a beeline for it.

Following behind him, Wanakee watched as he set his tool box on the ground, and after retrieving a power drill, brackets, and a variety of screws, he got to work at straightening the rod.

"So, how's work been?" Wanakee asked. "They treating you okay at that lumber mill?"

"Yeah, things are going fine. One of the saws nearly sliced off my right hand the other day, but other than that things are pretty alright."

"You almost lost a hand?" Her eyes went big.

Lucas nodded. "Saw came so close it took a bit of my skin off, but luckily I turned the machine off before it did serious damage."

"Oh my God, well I'm happy you're okay." Shifting her gaze to his right hand, she saw the mark that had been made there. "Maybe you should get a new job, huh? This one sounds like more danger than It's worth."

"Not a chance I'm leaving," Lucas replied. "The pay is good, and besides, jobs are hard to come by here on the rez."

"True," Wanakee replied. "But no amount of money is worth losing a limb, is it?"

Seeing the worry on her face, Lucas offered a smile, then turning his attention back to the curtain rod he was fixing, spoke some reassuring words. "I'll be fine, just need to be more careful is all."

Flipping the switch on the power drill, he created two holes in the drywall. Once that was finished, he attacked the brackets with screws and then situated the curtain rod so it was properly attached. 

"All done," he said, and after checking out his handiwork, turned to Wanakee to get her opinion.

"Looks great, you did a good job. Thanks, Lucas."

"No problem." He put his tools back in the box and lifted it up, then headed for the front door where he stepped out onto the porch. 

"So, since I'm already here, why don't I fix these stairs?"

"Do they need fixing?" Wanakee asked. "I wasn't even aware."

Placing his foot against the top porch step, Lucas bounced up and down, causing the wood to creak and nearly give way.

"There's wood rot in these steps," he proclaimed. "They should have been replaced a long time ago."

"Isn't that a big job?" She looked almost uncertainly at him. "I mean, It'll probably take pretty long to repair, right? Lots of labor and materials..."

"It'll take some work," Lucas replied. "But I like fixing stuff up, so It's no bother at all."

"Are you sure?" Wanakee's reluctance was clear, body language going stiff as she glanced up at him. "Because if the steps are really that bad, I could have my uncle patch them up for me."

"Your uncle, huh?" Lucas gazed at her for a moment before finally speaking. "Look, I'm doing this because I want you and Mato to be safe, okay? Not because I'm trying to score points and get into your pants."

"I didn't say you were," She responded. "But fixing the porch steps is way more than I expected. I just don't want you to think I'm using you or something."

"Well considering that I was the one to extend the offer, you shouldn't feel anything but okay about it. So just accept and let me help you out, alright?"

"Okay," she softly replied, and after observing Lucas descend the porch steps, watched him go to his truck and retrieve some supplies.

Having gotten some wooden planks from the lumber mill, Lucas returned with a small pile of the boards, as well as a hammer, carpenter's square, stainless steel nails, and a crowbar. He placed the items on the grass next to the steps, then lowering himself to his knees, took the claw end of the hammer and began loosening the nails in the bottom step. 

Rusty with age, the nails disintegrated, making it nearly effortless to remove the treads that were infused with rot. Amazed that the steps had held up for as long as they had, Lucas tossed the old wood aside and grabbed the new boards. But before he could properly immerse himself in the project, he needed to fully concentrate. Focusing on the task at hand, however, wasn't so easy to do with Wanakee standing watch on the porch. 

"Watching's no fun, Wanakee," he said while briefly glancing upward. "And It's cold out here, too. Why don't you go inside and relax, maybe fix yourself some coffee and watch TV."

"Am I making you nervous?" The smile on her lips seemed to convey that she found this amusing.

"Naw, not really," he lied. "It's just that I work best when I'm alone. Man's work, you know? No place for a woman to be hovering around."

"Oh, gotcha." The smile on her lips grew wider. "Alrighty then, I'll let you be. Need anything at all, just holler out, okay?"

"Yep." 

He gave a nod, then looked back down at the piece of wood he was measuring. 

But as soon as she turned her back to go inside, his eyes shifted to the round fullness of her backside. Staring with lust, he found himself wondering what it would look like unclothed.

Damn, she's got a sexy ass, he thought. Nice and curvy...more than enough to fill my palms and totally spankable.

Just thinking about getting intimate with Wanakee was enough to give him a stiffy, and as she disappeared into the house and moved out of his sight, Lucas archived the image of her jean-clad butt into his spank bank. 

Although feeling a little horny, Lucas forced himself to concentrate, measuring the wood planks with the preciseness of an experienced carpenter. Taking a saw in hand, he began trimming the wood so it was the right dimension, and after ensuring that all of the pieces had been properly cut, he began to lay the first tread. With hammer in his right hand and a nail in the left, he got to work at securing the wood plank. But with the suddenness of lightning, a thought struck him right at the very core. 

It'd probably be amazing to do her from behind. Tightly gripping the hammer, Lucas drove it into the wood. Would she scream out and call my name? Or just talk dirty so I'd fuck her harder? 

Grabbing another plank, he began to hammer again. I'd nail her good. So good, she'd never want another dick inside her. Angling the hammer towards the nail, Lucas swung down hard, but missed his target and smashed his finger instead.

"Shit!" Dropping the hammer, he scrunched his face up, then stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked on it. 

Get it together, he told himself. You're here to help her out, not fantasize. You keep imagining her in bed, you won't do much more than destroy your fingers.

Picking the hammer back up, he resumed the work he'd began, focusing every bit of his attention to the rebuilding of the porch steps. An hour passed, then two, before light in the sky began to dwindle. The wind blew as he worked, sifting through his hair and wrapping itself around his body. But fixated by the task at hand, Lucas barely noticed the chilly weather at all. 

He did, however, notice the pair of eyes that watched him from the kitchen window, slyly peeking from behind the sheer curtains that served as a decorative accent. Keeping his gaze on his work, he pretended not to notice that she was observing him, but inwardly he wore a smile knowing that she watched everything he did. 

More than happy to show off his masculine skill, Lucas hammered and measured and sanded away, biceps flexing impressively as he utilized his strong arms to complete the project. Grey clouds drifted above him and the sun's rays gradually began to weaken. But still he continued to work, not finishing up until dusk arrived.

* * * *

Wanakee had just finished feeding Mato when Lucas came in from the porch, face flushed and damp with sweat as he popped his head into the kitchen.

"So he finally woke up, huh?" Lucas's eyes on were on Mato, who was sitting in a high chair.

"Yep, and so far he's keeping down all of his food, so I think that tummy ache of his smoothed out."

"That's great." Smiling at the baby, Lucas saw that his mouth was smeared with applesauce. "Well, I just wanted to let you know I'm all done. So if you don't need anything else, I'll be getting on the road now." 

"Wait." Setting the jar of baby food down, Wanakee wiped Mato's mouth. "Don't go yet, I haven't finished preparing your dinner."

"My dinner?" Not having expected that response, Lucas rose his brows. "Seriously? I didn't know you were cooking for me."

"Well I figured It's the least I can do, considering you spent five hours rebuilding the porch steps.

"Well wow," Lucas replied. "I wasn't expecting anything in return. But I've never refused a free meal in my life, so if you want to feed me, then I'm totally down for it."

"Great," Wanakee replied, and with the ease of a woman who'd done it many times before, lifted Mato out of the high chair and into her arms. "Why don't you get yourself a drink from the fridge and I'll be right back, okay?"

"Alright," Lucas said while watching her go, and once she was out of his sight he opened the refrigerator to grab himself a drink.

Retrieving a Coke from the top shelf, he popped open the tab and took a long drink, then 

settled into a chair and rested his bones. While he was sitting there, the smell of food drifted out of the stove, filling his nostrils with the scent of something unfamiliar and yet completely appetizing.

Unconsciously, he began searching the room for things to fix, eyes drifting across a cabinet handle that was missing before coming to focus on the kitchen sink. The faucet leaked slowly, producing drops of water that were sizeable, and making a mental note to pick up some washers from the hardware store, Lucas took another sip of his soda. He was just swallowing it down when Wanakee urgently called out to him.

"Lucas!" She called out loudly, causing him to sit right up. "Could you give me a hand back here?"

"Yeah, sure," Lucas replied and in an instant he was on his feet, traveling down the hallway and towards the bedroom.

Immediately upon entering a foul smell hit him like a truck, flooding his nostrils with a scent so unpleasant he nearly gagged. Not wanting to move closer but forced to anyhow, Lucas stepped towards the changing table. Standing in front of it was Wanakee, who gave him a look that he couldn't quite read, but on lowering his gaze to Mato who lay on the table, Lucas suddenly understood what she was thinking.

I'm overhelmed.

Seeing but not believing, Lucas stared wide eyed at the baby, who had mushy poo smeared along his stomach and also the upper part of his thighs. Greenish-yellow in color, it smelled even worse now that Lucas was up close, but before he could dry heave in disgust, he forced out a few hasty words.

"I'm here. What do you need me to do?"

"There's a plastic basin in the bathtub," she said. "Fill it with water and baby shampoo. Then grab the towel that's on the rack and bring it in here so I can wrap him up in it."

With a nod of his head he was off, heading for the bathroom to fill the basin. Once it was full of soapy water, he grabbed the towel and returned to the room, then assisted Wanakee in placing it beneath Mato so that she could wrap him up.

As soon as they entered the bathroom, Wanakee placed Mato in the bathtub, and with Lucas's assistance, sprayed the baby down with a detachable shower head. Now rinsed of the poopy mess, Mato was placed into the baby bath, and with Lucas observing, Wanakee soaped up her baby and shampooed his hair. 

Feeling like a third wheel, Lucas shifted uneasily on his feet. He wanted to help out more but wasn't sure how, so stuffing his hands into his pockets, leaned against the sink and watched on. 

"So, that was pretty major, huh?" His eyes watched Wanakee as she gingerly bathed Mato. "That sort of thing happen often?"

"All the time," she replied. "Diaper blowouts have become an everyday thing, which is puzzling because this wasn't an issue just a week ago."

"Maybe It's his food," Lucas said. "Try changing the brand."

"Listen to you, giving baby tips." A wide grin spread across her face. "Since when do you know about kids, huh?"

"I don't," he replied. "Just seemed like food might be the obvious reason."

"Oh." Still wearing a smile, she wiped between the folds of Mato's pudgy legs. "It's probably the brand of diapers I'm using. I just need to go up a size, is all."

Lucas nodded and watched as she rinsed off the baby, and after swathing him in a fresh towel, Wanakee lifted him out of the basin. After taking Mato into the bedroom, she placed him on the changing table. Kneeling down to the shelves beneath, she grabbed a bottle of baby powder and reached for a pack of diapers, but on realizing there weren't any more in the pack, she pushed out a sigh and stood back up.

"Looks like I'm out of diapers," she said to Lucas. "But my neighbor next door has a baby, so I'll just pop over and get a few."

"You want me to go for you?"

"No, I want you to stay here and keep an eye on him."

"Okay." Feeling a little nervous, Lucas gazed at Mato. "Well what if he starts crying, what do I do then?"

"He shouldn't cry, because I'll only be a minute. But you've held him before and he loved it, so I trust you'll be fine until I make it back."

"Okay," Lucas replied. "Go get the diapers and I'll wait right here."

"Make sure he doesn't roll off and hurt himself, okay? And don't let him play with that bottle of powder, because he'll get it all over his mouth and nose." 

"Sure thing," Lucas replied. "I'll watch him real close while you're gone."

"Be good for Lucas, peanut. Mama be back in a bit, okay?" She gave Mato a kiss on the cheek and caressed his hair, then turned on her heel and exited the room. 

Following her with his eyes, Mato watched as she headed down the hallway and out of sight. He whined, lips twitching in preparation of releasing a cry. But at the sound of the front door latching shut, he suddenly went quiet and shifted his gaze to Lucas. Staring right back, Lucas tickled the baby on the soles of his feet. 

"So what's up, little guy? You all cleaned up and ready for bed, huh?"

Still gazing at Lucas, Mato studied him very intently. Then, with an expression of utter calmness, the baby decided it was time to pee. 

"Shit!" 

Cursing under his breath, Lucas jerked back, but it was already too late because he was being squirted. The baby's pee shot out in a continuous stream, wetting Lucas's face before soiling the graphic T-shirt that just happened to be white in color. 

"Seriously?" Lucas rose a brow at the tiny child. "You were just in the bathtub, Mato. You could have peed while in the water." 

As if amused by the urine trailing down Lucas's face, Mato giggled and grinned.

"Yeah, alright." Unable to remain upset, Lucas wiped off his face with the back of his hand. "You're just a little squirt, so I guess I can't be mad at ya." 

Still smiling, Mato kicked one of his legs out in a karate-like move.

"You're pretty funny, you know that?" Caressing the baby boy's tummy, Lucas gave him a smile. "You keep kicking around like that, and maybe one day you'll become a ninja."

Gurgling happily, Mato brought both legs up and then thrust them down, which in turn caused Lucas to chuckle.

"Okay, now you're just showing off," he said with a grin, and grabbing a baby wipe from a container, wiped the urine from Mato's genitals.

"What's he showing off?" Asked a voice behind Lucas, and as he turned his head to look, he saw Wanakee entering the room with a pack of diapers.

"Oh, he was kicking his legs out like a ninja. I told him if he keeps it up, he'll probably go professional one day."

A smile crossed her lips as she looked at Lucas, but on glancing down at his now soiled shirt, her brows lifted with surprise.

"Oh...Mato got ya, huh?"

"Right square in the chest," Lucas responded. "Squirted me pretty good in the face, too. Kid's got aim, that's for sure."

"Well, I have heard baby pee is good for the skin. So just think of it as a homemade facial."

"Right!" Lucas snorted and shook his head. "If I'm gonna get a facial, I'd rather it not be a golden one. But since he's a little stub, I guess he's off the hook." 

Grinning widely, Wanakee put a diaper on Mato. She then slipped him into a onesie sleepsuit, and after walking him to the crib, gently spoke to him in Blackfoot.

"Kitaksoka," she softly said while caressing his hair. "Kitukomimmo, my little one."

She kissed his forehead, then placed him gently in the crib, and after pulling a small blanket over his tiny body, gave him a warm smile. She then turned to escort Lucas out of Mato's room, and after closing the door behind them, came to a stop right outside of the bathroom. 

"So, I was thinking you might want to freshen up before dinner," she said. "Not because you smell or anything, but you worked so hard on the porch earlier, and then Mato just peed on your shirt, so..."

"Yeah, I probably smell a little ripe right now, so I'll definitely have a shower before eating."

"Cool," Wanakee replied. "Well there's a fresh towel on the rack above the toilet, and you're welcome to the shampoo that I've got. You need anything else just give me a holler and I'll see you out front in a bit, okay?"

"Sounds like a plan," Lucas responded, and after watching her head off in the direction of the kitchen, he went into the bathroom and got undressed. 

After stepping into the tub, he twisted the knobs to release the water, and as it sprayed down on his body, he released a heady sigh. The water was nice and hot, steaming up the bathroom and producing a haze. Wanting to enjoy it, he took his time soaping up, starting with his torso and genital area before doing his legs and feet. 




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 11



He then poured some shampoo onto his hair, and after working up a nice, bubbly froth, rinsed the suds from his head. Now thoroughly clean, he turned off the water and dried off, but instead of slipping back into his underwear, he opted instead to go commando.

It just didn't feel right to put on dirty underwear after a shower, and besides, sometimes it was nice to go without. After slipping into his jeans he buttoned them up, but since his 

T-shirt was soaked in Mato's pee, he realized he would have to go shirtless. Not exactly the best look to bring to the dinner table, but there weren't any other options so he would just have to do it.

As he stepped out into the hall, steam poured out behind him, following him into the hallway as he headed for the dining room. On entering he saw that the table was already set, placemats laid beneath white square plates and shiny silverwear placed next to them. In the center of the table was some type of pie, but instead of fruit and a lattice crust, it consisted of chopped vegetables in a custardy filling. 

A large bowl of salad sat directly next to it, as well as a platter of rolls that were fresh from the oven. The scent of the food alone made Lucas's mouth water, and eager to dig in, he gazed desirously at the food. He was still inwardly drooling when Wanakee moved into his sight, and on noticing the pitcher of water she was carrying, he offered a smile and a polite nod.

"The food looks great," he said. "Thanks a lot for cooking."

"No problem," she slowly replied, but her gaze was focused on his bare chest. 

"You need help with anything else, I'll bring it out for you."

"Uh, no. That's okay, we're all set." Still staring at his chest, Wanakee seemed absolutely unable to tear her eyes away. 

"Sorry about not wearing a shirt." A sheepish smile played across his lips. "My top was pretty soaked with Mato's pee so I kinda had no choice, you know?"

"Understood, you don't have to explain." Finally lifting her eyes to his face, she gave him a soft smile. "I'd let you borrow something if I had it, but none of my T-shirts would fit you."

"No worries, I don't mind eating topless," he said. "But I'd probably feel less self-conscious if you joined me."

"Nice try, but It's not gonna happen," Wanakee replied, and as Lucas chuckled, she smiled in return. "Ready to eat?"

With a nod of his head, Lucas conveyed that he was, and after taking a seat directly across from each other, they began to load up their plates. The food was delicious, perfectly cooked with just the right amount of spices, but it was the vegetable pie that Lucas enjoyed most, and he served himself a second portion.

"What's this dish called?" He asked. 

"Quiche," Wanakee responded. "It's French cuisine."

"French, huh?" He placed the slice of pie onto his plate. "Well I'm not usually into fancy cooking, but this is really good stuff here, Wanakee."

"Thanks, glad you like it."

"Oh I do, you're a real good cook."

Her eyes gleamed with pride, a satisfied smile flashing across her face. But no sooner had she finished her own serving of quiche, did she scoot her chair back and rise to her feet.

"Be right back. Just gonna run to the kitchen and get something special."

"Okay." Curious as to what that something special was, Lucas watched as she headed off.

A few moments later she was back, carrying a bottle of wine and two long stemmed glasses. She popped the cork, then poured him a glass before serving one for herself. But as his hand reached out and he prepared to sample it, she suddenly took the drink from his possession.

"Oh, God. Wait a minute. You're only eighteen, aren't you?"

Lucas said nothing, only offered a disappointed look.

"I totally forget that you're still so young," she said. "I mean with the way you look, no one would ever guess you were just a baby."

"Because I'm not," Lucas quickly replied. "Eighteen is a legal adult."

"Well yeah, I know," Wanakee responded. "But the legal drinking age is twenty-one."

"You're twenty," Lucas countered.

"Only for two more weeks."

"Well I'll be nineteen in a month, so I'm not that much further behind you."

"I don't know if I should let you have this." The expression on her face conveyed serious uncertainty. "I mean what if your parents find out? They might get mad and think I'm trying to corrupt you."

The chuckle Lucas gave bubbled up from his throat. "I don't think anyone has ever corrupted me in my life."

"Well what if they do find out?" She asked. "You think they would mind that I let you drink?"

"I've been to plenty of house parties over the years, and they know I drank at every one of them. Were they happy about it, no. But they're already aware that I do what I want."

"I don't know," Wanakee said. "Just feels like I'm doing something wrong."

"Wanakee, come on. You actually think someone's gonna bust in here and find out that we drank? Young people booze on this rez all the time, so It's not like we'd be the first."

Seeming to realize that he had a point, Wanakee released the glass of wine she had poured for him. 

"So you're a Scorpio, huh?" Her eyes watched intently as he sipped his wine. 

"Yep." 

"That makes sense," Wanakee replied.

"What do you mean it makes sense?" His brows pushed gently together. 

"Your demeanor..." The corners of her lips tugged into a faint smirk. "You act all cool on the outside, but I can tell you've got a fire going within. The heat you exude is tangible, hard for anyone not to notice when you're around."

"So you're saying I'm hot." Lucas grinned at her.

"Well clearly you're easy on the eyes, but I'm also sensing there's a lot of intensity to you."

"True." Taking a sip of his wine, he sat back in his chair. But as Wanakee's gaze drifted towards his developed biceps, Lucas realized with glee that she was eyeing him up. "Are you checking me out?" 

"I don't know, what do you think?" A cheeky grin appeared on her lips. 

"I think you are," he replied. "And now It's pretty clear why you brought out the wine." 

"Oh stop," she said. "I am not trying to get you drunk."

"Uh-huh." He grinned widely. "All that talk about not wanting me to drink because I'm underage. It was all part of your game plan, wasn't it?"

"You're being silly," she replied, but her gaze was firm now, eyes glossing over with clear desire.

"I can see from your expression that the wheels are turning in your head," Lucas said. "Tell me what you're thinking." 

"Truthfully?" 

"No, lie to me."

She giggled, then lowered her gaze to his left bicep. "Your Sitting Bull tattoo, I really like it."

"Thanks." 

"Did it hurt when you got it?"

"A little, but my pain tolerance is higher than most people, so it wasn't as bad as I had expected."

"Well It's definitely bitchin'. The artist did an amazing job."

"Yeah he did. You ever wanna get inked up again, go see Jeremy at Wicked Ink out in Whitefish."

"I might do that," she said, and after finishing the last bit of wine in her glass, she rose to her feet and collected their dishes. 

Lifting himself up as well, Lucas grabbed the leftover quiche and empty platter that had held the rolls, and after following Wanakee into the kitchen, assisted her in putting everything away. While she put the extra food in containers, he loaded the dishwasher and started it up. Once everything in was place and the kitchen was back in order, they drifted back into the dining room and towards the door. 

"Thanks again for repairing the porch steps," Wanakee said. "And also for fixing the curtain rod. You did so much today I feel dinner wasn't repayment enough, but I want you to know I really do appreciate it."

"No problem, I was happy to help."

Now standing directly in front of the door, Wanakee turned the knob and opened it. The cool night air drifted in, bringing with it a few autumn leaves that settled at their feet. Each knew it was time for Lucas to leave, but neither offered a goodbye so they just stood there staring at one another, as if waiting for the other to make the first move. Then finally, Lucas did.

Taking her into his arms, Lucas placed a palm against the small of her back. Using his other hand, he brushed her long hair over her shoulder, then allowed his thumb to drag along her cheek before intensifying his already firm eye contact.

"Anything else I can do for you?" His voice was husky, breath steadily quickening as he gazed into her eyes. "You know I'm more than happy to help out any way that I can, so if there's something else you need, just let me know and I'll get right on it."

"You've done enough for the day," she softly said. "But if I find myself needing anything extra, I'll be sure to give you a call."

Smiling at her, he caressed the soft skin of her lips. Just slightly, he pressed his chest against her breasts, testing the limits to see if she would move back. When she didn't he grazed his palm against her ass, checking the firmness before cupping it in his hand. Then slowly and with purposeful seduction, Lucas pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. 

Closing her eyes at the feel of his lips, Wanakee allowed herself to be pushed back against the wall. Rather than look surprised as he pinned her against it, she only seemed to revel in his strength, and as his tongue peeked out to glide across her clavicle, she let out a soft, low moan. 

Spurred on by her sound of pleasure, Lucas brought his lips to her mouth, kissing with a gentle tenderness that made her ease out a sigh. At first she was hesitant to kiss back, lips moving gingerly against his own. But as the palm on her backside coasted between her legs, Wanakee lost all inhibition and gave in.

Now kissing him with gusto, Wanakee looped her arms around his neck. Her body relaxed against him, feminine form going soft with his masculine touch. Then suddenly his fingers were against her center, thumb making tight circles against the heat beneath her leggings. 

Stiffening like a bow, she cried out and trembled against him, then licked her lips and lowered her gaze to watch his fingers continue their work. Exuding both heat and moisture, Wanakee's pussy lips were clearly engorged, and wishing like hell that he could touch them with bare hands, Lucas let out a sigh and gazed into her eyes. 

"I've got the biggest erection right now," he said. "Wanna feel how excited you make me?"

She nodded, then lowered a hand, feeling the bulge in his pants with her small, feminine palm. Still fondling her through the leggings, Lucas watched as she caressed him, rubbing her palm along the length of him before squeezing his manhood gently. 

He needed to penetrate her. He needed to be thick and hot inside her core, spreading her pussy until she cried out his name. He wouldn't just have sex with her, though, he would pleasure her in a way that she truly deserved - slow but passionate, and with a tenderness she had never experienced before. 

"I want you, Wanakee." His voice was breathy but firm with need. "Let me make love to you. Please."

"No, we gotta stop." Grabbing the hand that was still at work, Wanakee forced his fingers to come to a halt. "It's too soon, Lucas. I'm not ready to sleep with you yet."

"We don't have to have sex," he breathily replied. "I can get you off in other ways besides penetration."

"No." She shook her head before breathing more words. "I can't, It's not the right time."

"Okay." Disappointment was rife in his voice, but heeding her wishes, he removed his hand from between her legs. 

"It's just that I haven't been intimate with a man in a long time." Her eyes stared up at him, fingers tucking a lock of hair behind her ears. "Not since Mato's father got me pregnant." 

"No need to explain," he said. "You need a bit more time and that's okay with me."

Seeming relieved by his response, Wanakee gave him a little smile. "Thanks for understanding."

"No problem." Dragging his fingers through her hair, Lucas gazed into her eyes. "I'll call you when I get home."

"Okay," she replied, and as he leaned down to give her a kiss, she tilted her chin upward to accommodate him.

"Goodnight," he said before crossing the threshold onto the porch, and with moonlight sweeping across his form, headed down the steps and towards his truck.

A few seconds later he was pulling away, but a glance at his rearview mirror told him that Wanakee was still on the porch. Her eyes followed him, watching as he drove off into the cold October night.

* * * * 

When Tristan and Claudia arrived at the rez, it was fifteen minutes to eight o'clock. Blustery cold, the wind hit them as they exited the car, cutting through their winter coats and tousling hair around their faces. As they approached the modest little house, the front door opened and Ray stepped outside, watching as they climbed the steps and joined him on the porch. 

Pleased to see Tristan's father, Claudia offered a smile and a little wave. But after noticing that his lips barely curved in return, she immediately knew that something was up.

"Hey, dad." Carrying two overnight bags on his shoulder, Tristan gave his father a warm smile. 

"Hello Tristan," Ray replied while standing firm at the threshold. "I tried to call you an hour ago. Why didn't you answer?"

"I ran out of juice," Tristan replied. 

"Oh, I see," Ray responded. Yet instead of shifting his body to let them in, he remained rooted to the spot.

"Something's wrong, Isn't it?" Gazing past his father's wide shoulders, Tristan peered inside the house. "What's going on? Why won't you let us in?" 

"You have a visitor, son. I thought you should know before stepping inside." 

"Okay, well who is it?"

Ray looked from Tristan to Claudia, then back again before easing out a sigh. Yet instead of spitting out the words, he shifted his feet and led them inside.

"Just come inside, son," he said over his shoulder. "They've been waiting awhile."

Both eager to enter the house, Tristan and Claudia walked forward, stepping over the threshold and into the dwelling before shutting the door behind them. Warm and cozy inside, it smelled of cooked food and cinnamon. But as Claudia's peripheral vision picked up on movement, she shifted her gaze to the living room couch. Staring intensely, Claudia focused on the girl who sat on the couch. Blonde in color, her hair was pin straight and reached her collarbone. But it was the baby in the blonde girl's arms that caused Claudia's posture to suddenly go rigid. 

"Hi, Tristan." Slowly, the girl stood up, cradling the baby while heading towards the couple.

"Shauna?" Gaping as she walked closer, Tristan's eyes focused on the baby.

"I know It's been awhile," she said. "But I figured you deserved to know."

"Deserved to know what?" Tristan asked while staring at the swaddled infant, but clearly he knew just what she meant.

"That you're a father," she replied, and as she stopped in front of him, her gaze went serious. 

"What?" Utterly stunned, Tristan's mouth fell open.

"She's yours, Tristan. And she needs a daddy so please don't deny her."

"What the hell, Shauna." Tristan's expression was incredulous. "If she's mine, then why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Because I planned on giving her up for adoption. But when I gave birth and held her in my arms, I realized I could never give her away."

"She's at least a couple months old. Why show up now?"

"Because I knew It'd be weird to just come here out of the blue with a baby. It took a lot of courage for me to do this, okay?"

"And when you first discovered you were pregnant, you didn't think to let me know?"

"Because I figured you didn't want a baby," Shauna countered. 

"Well you still could have told me," he angrily said. "I mean shit, I've had a daughter for four months and I didn't even know it!"

"I'm sorry, okay?" Her eyes were watery and her voice shook. "I was really scared, and I didn't know what to do."

"This is crazy," Tristan declared. "I haven't seen you since the missionary outreach program last summer. That was in August. A year and a month ago!"

"I know," Shauna replied. "Maggie was born in May, so she's four months old now."

"Maggie?" 

"Yeah, that's her name." Gazing down at the infant in her arms, Shauna smiled and stroked her tiny face. "She looks like a Maggie, doesn't she? I mean It's as good a name as any other."

"I guess," Tristan said, but it was clear the name was of little concern to him. "Look Shauna, I'm not trying to be a dick or anything, but are you certain that she's my kid?"

"What!"

"It's just that you and Ryan used to always flirt. And you sometimes hung out together."

"I hung out with a lot of people last summer, including girls." 

"Well there were rumors going around," Tristan said. "People mentioned how you and Ryan had hooked up."

"How could I have hooked up with Ryan when you and I were always together?" 

"I don't know," Tristan responded. "I just figured that maybe it happened at that party."

"What party?" 

"The party we threw to thank your church for coming to the rez. It was the night before you went back home, remember?"

"You and I were together that night, Tristan. We had sex, dumb ass, don't you remember?"

"Of course I do, but then you left my house to hang out with some friends."

"Wait a minute." Her eyes began to narrow. "Are you actually suggesting that I left your house to go bang another guy immediately after we had just finished?"

"No, that's not what I meant." Tristan blinked rapidly, then shifted his stance. "I'm just saying that if something had happened with somebody else, I wouldn't be mad about it."

"I'm not a slut, Tristan. And for your information, you were the only guy I slept with while on the rez. As a matter of fact, I haven't slept with anyone at all since you and I had sex last summer."

"Really?" 

"Yes really, you fucking asshole. You were it."

"Okay." Seemingly uncertain of what to say next, Tristan just stood there and looked at the baby. "Well okay then, so she is mine."

"Yeah, that's right." Pinning him with a long, hard stare, Shauna waited for him to speak again.

"Okay, so I'll take responsibility." Rubbing the back of his neck, he struggled to form more words. "I mean I don't like have a job right now, but I'll start looking and get some money together."

"I don't want money from you, Tristan. I just want Maggie to know her dad and learn about her culture."

"No," Tristan said. "It's only right. I'll pay child support." 

"Money Isn't what I need right now, okay?" Shifting the baby in her arms, Shauna gazed down at the sleeping infant girl. "Maggie and I need a place to stay."

"What about your dad's?" Tristan asked. "Aren't you still living with him?"

Shauna shook her head, then bit her lip. "He kicked me out four months ago."

"Well why the hell did he do that?" 

"After I gave birth to Maggie and he saw she was Indian, he kicked me out of the house."

"You mean he didn't know the entire nine months?"

"No, I lied," she responded. "Told him I'd gotten pregnant by a white guy."

"So where have you been living these past four months?" 

"With a friend, but we got in a fight over Maggie earlier this morning, so I had to leave."

"What do you mean you fought over Maggie?" Having been silent during all this time, Tristan's mother gazed curiously at Shauna.

"My friend was jealous that I had a baby and she didn't," Shauna replied. "So she'd do all sorts of weird things, like fake breastfeed Maggie without my permission. Then last night I caught her trying to take Maggie out of my room, and that's when I realized I needed to leave." 

"She sounds unbalanced," Winona replied. "I'm glad you and Maggie got out of there."

"Yeah, so am I," Shauna said. "And I did try to get us into a women and children's shelter, but they have a two week waiting list, so we're out of options."




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 12



"I don't want to go home," Claudia announced as Lucas's truck headed in the direction of her house. "I want you to take me somewhere else."

"Okay," he curiously responded. "So then where do you want to go?

"I don't know..." As the words slowly left her lips, she gazed out of the window at the passing scenery. "Just somewhere where I can get my mind off of things."

"What things?" Lucas's face took on a look of concern. "What are you trying to forget, Claudia?"

"Something I'd rather not discuss," she said in a shaky voice, but as Lucas gave her a firm stare, Claudia eased out a sigh. "Please don't try to force it out of me, okay?"

"Talking might make you feel better."

"No it won't."

"How do you know if you won't even give it a try?"

"Because I just do, okay? So please stop trying to be my therapist, because it won't work."

"Alright, cool. So we'll just ride in silence like two strangers, is that what you want?"

"At present moment, yes," Claudia replied.

Immediately preparing herself for his rebuttal, she geared up for a snappy comeback. Yet instead of doing exactly that, Lucas fell quiet and held tighter to the steering wheel. Shifting her gaze to the rearview mirror, Claudia noticed a tree shaped air freshener. Dangling from the rearview mirror, it gave off a stale pine scent. But a sudden tenseness in the truck was far more evident, pressing against her on all sides like a net.

Still completely unenthused with sharing her troubles, Claudia would have gladly remained quiet for the duration of the ride. But as it suddenly hit her that Lucas was bare-chested beside her, she rose her eyebrows and gave him a curious look. 

"I just realized you aren't wearing a shirt."

"That's right," Lucas said matter-of-factly. 

"Well why not?" Claudia asked.

No response from Lucas, just dead silence that made her shift in her seat.

"Are you going to answer me?" She asked. "Or ignore me for the rest of the trip?"

"You're the one who said you didn't want to talk." The car hit a bump, jostling them both lightly in their seats. "So if someone gives me the silent treatment, I give it to them right back."

"Well I'm not silent anymore," Claudia said. "So if you want to talk, then we can talk."

"Alright, so go ahead." 

"No you first," Claudia replied. "I really wanna know why you're driving without a shirt."

"No law against it. Maybe I just felt like being without one."

"It's October and 30 degrees out," Claudia replied. "No way you left the house in this kind of weather just because."

"You're right, I didn't," he said. 

"Come on, Lucas. Are you really going to make me drag it out of you?"

"I don't know, maybe," Lucas said with a smirk. "Just how desperate are you to receive the answer?"

"Butthead." Claudia chuckled and broke into a grin, which in turn caused Lucas to give her one right back.

"There we go, there's that beautiful smile I've been waiting to see." His eyes regarded her tenderly, as if admiring the beauty of her face. But then his gaze flicked back to the road and he was eyeing the pavement ahead.

"The reason I don't have a shirt on, is because I got peed on by a baby."

"What?" A giggle bubbled from Claudia's throat. "You serious or joking?

"Oh, I'm totally serious."

"Well whose baby was it that peed on you?"

"He's the son of this girl I know."

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"Not yet. But I'm hoping to push things in that direction."

"Oh." Suddenly growing very quiet, Claudia gazed down at her hands. She blinked a few times to discourage any moisture, but as a hot, fat tear slowly rolled down her cheek, she lost all control and let loose.

Now crying freely, Claudia had her face hidden in her palms, shoulders trembling as her chest began to tighten with sorrow. 

"Whoa, what's wrong?" Having taken his eyes off the road, Lucas's brows pulled down in keen concern. 

Unable to do much more than blubber, Claudia kept her face hidden in her hands. Quickly, and with the smoothness of an experienced driver, Lucas pulled to the side of the road. His hands then reached out to ease her palms away from her face, and as her tear-streaked face finally came into view, he spoke to her in a calming voice.

"What's wrong, Claude? Speak to me," he encouraged, but as she only cried harder, he pulled her into his arms. "Sweetie, please. Let me know what's going on."

"T-Tristan," she finally managed in a blubbery voice, but as an image of Shauna and the baby came into focus, her vision was blurred by even more hot tears.

"What about Tristan?" Lucas's expression had turned serious. "What did he do, Claudia? Tell me."

"A baby..." Her voice was tearful, speech breaking as she tried to explain. "He got a girl pregnant."

"What?" Lucas's jaw dropped in astonishment. "What do you mean Tristan got a girl pregnant?"

"I mean he knocked some chick up, and now she's here on the rez with his baby," Claudia reiterated in a voice that heavily wavered. "It happened last summer, during some missionary outreach thing."

"Oh, you mean when that Christian ministry came to build houses on the rez?" A look of realization had settled across his face. "So what, it was one of those girls who came along with the church?"

Claudia nodded, then wiped her eyes.

"Well, damn." Clearly stunned, Lucas gazed at Claudia's face. "Claudia, I'm so sorry. I don't even know what to say."

"She's moving in with him." Claudia's eyes were blurry with tears, but the look of shock on Lucas's face was still visible. 

"What? Why?"

"Because she doesn't have any place to go."

"Well is it temporary, or like a permanent thing?"

"I guess temporary," Claudia said. "But he didn't really tell me what the plan was."

"Well why the fuck not?" Lucas's brows had drawn low, jaw tightening. "You're his girlfriend, he needs to communicate with you."

"He didn't really have a chance," Claudia said. "But he's over there right now talking things out with her and his parents."

"Shit, Claude. I'm really sorry. I mean I can't even imagine what you're going through."

"Why did he have to get her pregnant?" Although her crying had tapered off, Claudia's face was puffy and her mascara smudged. "Now everything is ruined."

"Well not necessarily," Lucas responded. "I mean just because he has a kid, it doesn't mean you two have to break up."

"I don't want to break up with him," she replied. "But Maggie and Shauna are going to be huge distractions, which makes me wonder if he'll even have time for me at all."

"Maggie and Shauna?"

"Maggie is Tristan's daughter, and Shauna is the mother."

"Well I don't blame you for being uncomfortable with Shauna staying at his house. I mean she's the mother of his kid, so chances are she's still harboring at least some kinda feelings for him."

"Exactly. And she's like this pretty blonde girl at that, so it makes me twice as wary about them living together."

"Let Tristan know your concerns. Tell him everything you're discussing with me right now, so he has an idea of what you're dealing with."

"Wouldn't that just make me selfish?" Claudia questioned. "I mean he has a kid now, she's like his number one concern."

"Yes, but you're still his girlfriend, so let him know that when it comes to Shauna, limitations need to be set."

"What sort of limitations?" Claudia asked. 

"I don't know, you're the one in a relationship with him. Come up with a few things, then let him know these are rules that you set."

Thinking it over, Claudia realized that it couldn't hurt to follow Lucas's advice. After all, she was still Tristan's girl, so that gave her the right to offer some input. 

"Well I don't want them sleeping in the same room," Claudia said. "And I sure as hell don't want Shauna walking around in sexy clothes trying to tempt him."

"Then tell him that," Lucas replied. "And then let him know he needs to discuss it with Shauna, that way she knows for certain that nothing sexual will go down between them."

"Okay, I will." Claudia wiped the tears from her cheeks. "But to be honest, I'd rather tell Shauna all this. She's the one I don't trust, not Tristan."

"Yeah, I know," Lucas replied. "But whatever you do, don't become catty. It'll only make you appear insecure, and probably encourage her to really go after him."

"I won't." She wiped the moisture from her cheeks once more, but as Lucas procured a checkered handkerchief from his pocket, she watched him lift it to her tear-streaked face.

Gingerly, and with a tenderness in his touch, Lucas wiped the tears from her cheeks. He then patted her eyes to remove the salty moisture, and after stuffing the handkerchief back into his pocket, gazed deep into her sad brown eyes.

"Things will get better," he promised. "They'll smooth out, and you and Tristan will be fine."

"No words came from Claudia's mouth, she only sniffled and cast her eyes downward. 

"If It's any consolation, the girl I'm talking to has a kid, too."

"Is the father around?" Claudia asked.

"Nope, but I have caught myself wondering if he'll ever come back into the picture."

"What if he did?" Her eyes were inquisitive. "How would you handle things if you were in my position?"

"To be honest, I don't know. I mean, one hand I'd wanna tell him to just fuck off. But that's only because he abandoned his girlfriend and child."

"So you're okay with her having a kid by someone else."

"Now I am, yeah. But when she first told me, I was super reluctant."

"What brought you around to the idea?"

"She's a great person," Lucas said. "I enjoy hanging out with her and we have fun together, so why not? And besides, Mato is an adorable baby, so It's pretty impossible not to care about the little guy."

"Well I'm happy for you, Lucas. It's great to hear you met someone."

"Thanks, Claude."

"And I really do hope that things work out for the best."

"Likewise." Still giving her a look of concern, Lucas kept his gaze focused on her for awhile longer. "You ready to go home now, or need a bit more time to pull yourself together?"

"I guess I'm okay," she said in a steady voice, but the way her features were downturned made it clear she was still feeling uneasy.

"You sure?" He asked. "Because if not, I can take you somewhere else."

"Where?" 

"Anywhere you want," he offered, but then he quickly followed up with a few more words. "How about Two Medicine River?"

"Isn't that a place to make out?"

"Yes, but It's also a place to think."

"The last time we went there, we were still in high school," Claudia said. "We didn't do a lot of thinking that night from what I remember, but we did get pretty hot and heavy in the back of your truck."

"Great memories," Lucas replied, and a small smile curled at his lips. "You sure did come hard that night."

"What?" Uncertain if she'd heard him right, Claudia pinned her gaze on him.

"You gushed like a faucet," Lucas elaborated. "Came all over my fingers and on the sleeping bag beneath us."

Turning her gaze downward, Claudia's face went flush.

"No need to be embarrassed, Claude," he said with a smile. "It was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"Really?" Slowly, her eyes drifted back towards him. 

"Yep."

"Okay." Although pleased by his enthusiasm, she feigned nonchalance.

"So, tell me something..." Lucas gazed intently at her now. "Do you ever regret it?" 

"Regret what?"

"Us never having sex."

"Uhh...I don't know," Claudia lied. "Why, do you?"

"Most definitely."

"Okay." Feeling awkward and uncertain of what to say next, she tucked a curly lock behind her ear.

"You're nervous." Lucas's lips curled into a smug smile.

"Well yeah, I am. I mean it's kind of an awkward subject." Absentmindedly, her fingers picked at a loose thread on her jeans. "Should we even be talking about this?"

"I don't see why not," Lucas said.

"But you have a girlfriend now," Claudia responded.

"She's not my girlfriend," he responded. "At least not yet."

"Okay, well a girl that you're talking to."

"That's right."

"And I have Tristan."

"Yeah..."

"Then it's kind of like cheating, Isn't it? For us to be talking in this sexual way."

"We have history, Claude. It's not like we're strangers or anything."

"No, but that still doesn't make it right."

"It's not as if we're talking dirty." Annoyance lined his face. 

"No, but it seems like a lead in to something more," Claudia responded. "Like if I respond yes to regretting not having sex with you, you'll suggest that we do it."

"No way," Lucas replied. "I'm just genuinely curious to know the answer."

Although aware it was probably better to not provide a response, Claudia found herself wanting to do it anyways. She guessed it was the naughty part of her, that side which was unrestrained and sexual. And being seated next to a shirtless Lucas certainly didn't help matters either.

"Well to be honest, I do think about it sometimes." 

"Do, as in present tense?" A gleam had come into Lucas's eyes.

"Yes, but just as the occasional fantasy. I mean, It's not like an everyday thing."

"No, of course not." 

"To be honest though, the bulk of my sexual thoughts are about Tristan. He satisfies me in every way I could ask, so I'm definitely not lacking for attention."

"That's good, I'm glad he's taking proper care of you."

"Oh, he knows what he's doing," Claudia affirmed. "Which is why I hate the idea of Shauna living in his parent's house."

"But he'll be at university with you throughout the week, so his contact with Shauna will be limited."

"I still don't like it, though," she countered back.

"That's understandable," Lucas said, and in a gesture of sympathy reached out to squeeze her hand. "Just know that I'll always be here for you to talk to. Even if It's late at night, I'll answer. So you never have to feel alone, alright?"

With a nod of her head Claudia accepted his offer, then squeezed his hand back before giving a smile. "Thanks a lot, Lucas. I appreciate you being a friend."

"Not a problem at all, Claude," he replied, and without another word, started up the engine.

Soon they were pulling back onto the road, and in minutes they had arrived at Claudia's house. After pulling into the driveway, Lucas put the car in park. Claudia reached for the door handle so that she could get out, but before sliding out of her seat, she turned to give Lucas a goodbye.

"So I guess I'll see you around later."

"How about tomorrow?" He suggested. "I'm turning nineteen, so I'll be having a party to celebrate."

"Tomorrow is your birthday?"

Lucas nodded.

"So you're a Halloween baby, huh? Well hey, happy birthday in advance."

"Thanks." 

"If I'd known, I'd have gotten you a present."

"Just bring yourself, and I'll be happy with that."

"No way, I've gotta get you something."

"Promise you'll be there and we'll be good." 

"Alright, what time should I show up?"

"The party kicks off at nine," he replied. "But you're welcome to show up whenever."

"Cool, then I'll be there."

"Awesome." 

"So I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"Looking forward to it," he said with a smile.

"Same," Claudia replied, and with a hop down from the cab of the truck, waved goodbye and then closed the door.

It wasn't until she reached the porch that Lucas pulled away and took off, exhaust rumbling as he made his way down the road. But even once the car's engine was entirely out of earshot, Lucas was still in her thoughts, occupying a place in her mind she hadn't even known was there.

* * * *

When Claudia woke up the next morning, the first thing she was aware of was how lousy she felt. Along with having a headache, her nose was stuffed up and her eyelids were gummy. Then there was the heaviness in her chest, weighing her down with a sadness that she couldn't escape. 

It took considerable effort to lift her head off the pillow, and reaching for her phone on the nightstand, she saw there were several messages that had come in while she was sleeping. 

The first text was from Kimi, who had been alerted the night before as to the arrival of Maggie and Shauna. Noticing the timestamp on Kimi's texts, Claudia realized they had come in around six a.m. 

Call me when you wake up so we can talk, Kimi had texted, but Claudia wasn't in the mood to talk just yet, so she clicked on the messages that Tristan had sent:

*I miss you and I love you. Please don't let this come between us.* 11:30 PM

Rather than reply, Claudia only scrolled down, gazing at the other texts from Tristan.

*I know you're upset right now, but I really wish I could hear your voice. If you're awake, please call. Don't think I can fall asleep without you saying goodnight.* 12:30 AM

Tempted to respond, Claudia positioned her fingers above the touch screen so she could type, but the truth of it was, she had no idea what she wanted to say. Tossing the phone aside, Claudia got out of bed and slipped into a kimono robe. She then exited her bedroom and headed for the bathroom, where she took a shower and brushed her teeth. 

After slipping into an oversized sweater, heart patterned tights, and black Doc Martens, Claudia made her way to the kitchen, where her mother was at the table sipping coffee and reading the newspaper.

"Happy Halloween, sugarplum," Mona said with a smile. "Sorry Big John and I weren't up to welcome you home last night, but we were pretty exhausted from our all day shopping haul."

"What'd you guys end up getting?" Claudia asked while pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"Oh, a bunch of stuff for the nursery." She took a sip of her beverage before continuing on. "Or what will soon be the nursery, as soon as we move your stuff out of the bedroom."

"Out with the old, and in with the new, huh?" A light smirk crossed Claudia's lips. "And where exactly do you plan on moving all of my precious belongings?" 

"Out back in the guest house," Mona said. "Big John already did the framework, now all that's left is insulation and a roof.

"Wow, he's quick. I'd love to take a glance later if he doesn't mind."

"He's out there right now," Mona responded, "Got up early at six a.m. to beat the rains that will come in later."

Now sitting across from Mona, Claudia sipped lightly on her coffee. It was creamy and hot, soothing her throat and warming her stomach. But it did nothing for the ache in her heart that had steadily been there since last night.

"You look exhausted, kiddo," Mona said while noting the dark circles under Claudia's eyes. "You didn't get much sleep last night, did you?"

"Four, maybe five hours at most."

"What time did you get home?"

"Just a little after nine."

"Well when did you fall asleep?"

"Around ten thirty. But I kept waking up, so it was a pretty lousy night."

"I'd have thought you were staying over Tristan's."

"That was the plan, but his ex-girlfriend and kid have moved into the house, so there was pretty much no point in me staying there."

Mouth wide open with surprise, Mona stared at her daughter from across the breakfast table.

"Ex-girlfriend and kid?" She asked.

"That's right."

"Since when does Tristan have a kid?"

"Well, technically for the last four months. But the mother kept it a secret until last night, so I guess you could say he's knowingly been a father for less than twenty-four hours."

"What?" Clearly perplexed, Mona furrowed her brows. 

"Exactly," Claudia replied. "It makes no sense, right?"

"Well no, not a whole lot. But my thing is, if she was carrying his baby, why not tell him as soon as she found out?"

"According to her, she was scared. And originally planned on giving it up for adoption."

"That's no excuse," Mona replied. "She still should have let Tristan know."

"That's what I think. I mean, he's been a dad since July and didn't even know it."




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 12



"Yeah, that's crazy," Mona proclaimed. "If I were Tristan, I'd be doubting her story."

"Well, Winona did suggest he get a paternity test done."

"And is he going to do it?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

"The baby does sort of look like him, though, so I'm wondering if it Isn't truly his after all."

"Well, the test will give you that answer."

Simultaneously they raised their mugs, each taking a long, thoughtful sip before resting their cups back on the table.

"You've been taking your birth control, haven't you?" Mona asked. 

"Of course."

"On the regular, without any skips?"

"Yes."

"Good," Mona replied. "Because the last thing you need is to end up pregnant too."

"Believe me, I've been diligent."

"Glad to hear," Mona said before adding, "So this ex-girlfriend of his, you said that she and the baby are moving into Tristan's house?"

"Yeah, they moved in last night."

"Wow, that was quick."

"Right?"

"And how you feeling?" Mona's eyes studied her daughter's face.

"Pissed, confused, and incredibly sad."

"Understandable," Mona said. "I know how much you care about Tristan, so this definitely can't be easy for you."

"And it doesn't help that his ex-girlfriend is totally attractive."

"But he loves you, Claudia. Remember that."

"What if she tries to get back with him?" 

"Then she'll try," Mona replied. "But I think you and I both know that Tristan Isn't the type to give in."

Claudia did know, and she trusted Tristan to the fullest extent. But something in the back of her mind was whispering 'what if.' 

It seems like you two have a solid relationship," Mona said. "So the best thing to do at this point, would be to trust him. Don't worry about what could happen, just focus on keeping things good between you two."

"Alright." With a nod of her head, Claudia digested her mother's words. Then after taking the last sip of mocha coffee, she got to her feet and headed for the stove. "You up for pancakes, or should I make bacon and eggs?"

"How about both?" Mona asked. "I'm carrying a little one now, remember?"

"Your appetite has already increased, huh?" 

"Four meals a day, and sometimes snacks in between."

"That's good though, right? It means the baby's healthy and properly growing."

"Yeah, It's a definitely a positive sign. I keep eating like I have, I'll be a blimp in the next few weeks."

"You're only eight weeks pregnant, mom."

"I started showing at nine weeks with you."

"Really?"

Mona nodded before adding, "And at ten weeks, I was puking my guts out."

"Remind me to never get pregnant."

"Oh, It'll happen," Mona said with a smile. "Not anytime soon, of course. But one day when the time is right."

"I can't imagine being a mom," Claudia said. "I mean, I like the idea of having a baby and everything, but the responsibility is so huge, it's pretty scary."

"Well It's definitely a life changer," she replied. "But children are blessings, and should be treated as such."

Sinking into Claudia's head, Mona's words seemed to burrow there, making Claudia feel a tinge of sadness, yet also a spike of resentment. It wasn't resentment for Mona, though, yet for Shauna and the baby. It was disgusting, no doubt, to feel such negativity towards an infant, but knowing that Maggie was the result of Tristan and Shauna's intimate tryst, made Claudia literally sick to her stomach. 

No longer in the mood for breakfast, she decided against cooking for herself. But she did gather enough food from the cabinets and fridge to prepare her mother a hearty meal. 

As Claudia cooked, Mona chatted happily about maternity clothes, but Claudia was only half listening, her body fully present but her mind somewhere else. Along with her mother being pregnant, Tristan now had a baby as well, who would eventually take over his life and become his number one priority. 

Even Lucas, who'd seemed like the eternal immature bad boy, had taken an interest in parenting with this new girl he had met. So where the hell did that leave her? And while everyone else was busy raising babies together, was she supposed to just stand by and observe? 

Suddenly she felt like the odd one out, a square peg in a world of perfectly round holes. It was a terrible feeling being one who didn't belong, and wishing there was a button to reset her life, Claudia stared out of the window above the stove. 

She could have been standing there for only a handful of seconds, or possibly even five, but it wasn't until she heard the sound of her mother's voice that her thoughts were brought back to the present.

"Ease up there, sugarplum," Mona called out from her seat at the table. "I'm eating for one kid here, not triplets."

"What?" Claudia's brows crinkled.

"You've got enough eggs in that pan to feed a family of six."

Gazing downward, Claudia saw that she was right. "Oh gosh, what am I doing? Sorry mom, my thoughts drifted away."

Now bubbling in the pan, the eggs began to gradually solidify. Breaking them up with a spatula, Claudia scrambled the mixture until they were done. Twenty minutes later, with two plates of eggs, bacon and pancakes in hand, Claudia delivered them to the breakfast table. Yet instead of joining Mona and digging in, she bent down to kiss her mother's cheek. 

"I'm heading over to Kimi's. Be back in a couple of hours."

"But you didn't even eat." Mona gestured to the plate on the other side of the table.

"It's for Big John," Claudia said. "I'm not hungry, so I'll pass on breakfast."

"If you need a ride, John can take you." 

"No, It's cool, I need the fresh air. But thanks for offering."

After grabbing her jacket she was out the door, en route to Kimi's house half a mile away.

* * * *

Having slept fitfully through the night, Tristan awoke feeling groggy and drained. Lifting himself from the couch, he folded the blankets that had been covering him, and after placing them on the pillow, placed them neatly at the end of the couch. Still half-asleep, he lumbered down the hall and towards his bedroom, but instead of walking right in as he'd have liked, he paused to knock a few times on the door. 

For the first few moments all he heard was silence, but as the sound of Shauna coughing began to drift through the door, Tristan called out.

"Hey Shauna, you in there?"

"Yeah, just a minute. I'll be right there." 

There was a noise, the sound of something rustling from beyond the door, then finally after a few more seconds the barrier pulled open to reveal Shauna. 

"Everything alright?" Tristan's gaze came to land on Shauna, who was wearing ripped jeans and a tie-dye midriff. 

"Yeah, everything's fine," she said, and pulling the door wider, encouraged him to cross the threshold. "I know you probably need to take a shower and stuff, so if you need me to leave the room, I totally can."

"Not a problem, I'll just get dressed in the bathroom." Now standing at his closet, Tristan retrieved clean clothes from a stack on the shelf. 

"How did you sleep?" She asked when he turned around face her once again.

"Not too well," he said in a half-grumble. "How about yourself?"

"Really well actually, thanks. I forgot how comfortable your bed was."

Picking up on the way her tone had went slightly sensual, Tristan kept his eyes ahead, looking only at the door to the bathroom. But before he could make it there, Shauna suddenly reached out to grab his arm. 

"Are you even going to look at Maggie?" Shauna asked. "Or just pretend that she doesn't exist?"

Halting in his tracks, Tristan directed his gaze to the bed where the baby was fast asleep on a large pillow.

"It's gonna take time for me to bond with her, Shauna. I mean, I just found out I was a dad last night."

"You can hold her if you like."

"Maybe later, when she wakes up," he said, but his gaze was still fixed on the baby. "By the way, you should really take her off that pillow. She could suffocate that way, understand?" 

Nodding her head, Shauna let him know that she did, then immediately leaned over the bed and lifted Maggie from the large pillow.

"It didn't even cross my mind that could happen." Her gaze dipped to the infant in her arms. "A great mother I am, huh?"

Seeing the guilt written across her face, Tristan's eyes went soft and his stance became more casual. "No need to beat yourself up about it. Just be more careful in the future, alright?"

Shauna nodded, and leaving her alone to rock the baby in her arms, Tristan headed into the bathroom to take a shower.

* * * * 

"So exactly how long is this chick planning on staying with Tristan?" Perusing the aisle of a local drug store with Claudia, Kimi eyed the contraceptives on the shelf. 

"I don't know, that's what I want to ask him."

"You still haven't called him?"

"No. I was going to during the walk to your house, but I'm not in the mood to hear his voice just yet."

"You need to call him." Shifting her gaze to Claudia, Kimi gave her a long and serious look. "I mean, this is life changing. Not only for him, but you too."

"I know," Claudia said. 

"So just do it and find out what's going on."

"Alright, I will." Feeling like a bossed around kid, Claudia averted her gaze from Kimi.

"So tell me again about this ex of his," Kimi said. "Is she tall, short, thin, curvy, hot, pretty, or just average?" 

"She's like medium height," Claudia said. "Thin, with blonde hair and a pretty face."

"If she were a celebrity, who would she look like?" Kimi asked.

"Oh gee, I don't know..." Claudia's voice drifted off as she pondered the question. "A younger Reese Witherspoon, I guess."

"Interesting," Kimi said. "I think I remember seeing a girl with that description around last summer."

"Really?" Claudia's eyes went wide with curiosity. "Well what was she like? And do you remember seeing her and Tristan hang out?"

"No I don't," Kimi responded. "But it was pretty well known that she and this other girl were actively hooking up with guys on the rez. 

"So do you think there's any possibility that she may have gotten pregnant by someone else?"

"Truthfully, I have no idea," Kimi said. "But it certainly wouldn't surprise me."

"So you're saying that she probably slept around."

"Look, I'm not calling the girl a ho or anything. And you know I'm the last person to judge someone for wanting to have a little fun. But on a place like the rez, everyone knows what you do. So when you hear stuff, it tends to be the truth."

A light-hearted feeling came over Claudia, a sense of calm that made her posture loosen up. But before she could get too happy about this information, Kimi offered some additional words.

"Don't get your hopes up, Claude. Her being pregnant by someone else is a possibility, and nothing else." 

"I know."

"And don't tell Tristan that I said anything, alright?"

"Lips sealed, he won't hear it from me," Claudia assured.

"I hope like hell that this kid Isn't his, but if it turns out that he is the father, are you planning on staying together and riding it out?"

"Yes," Claudia replied. "He's already got my heart, Kimi. And I'm pretty darn sure I'm in love with him."

"And clearly he is with you," Kimi responded. "So I really hope that things work out for the best."

"Thanks hon, I appreciate the support."

"Just promise me you'll be careful," Kimi said.

"Of what?"

"Well if he possibly got Shauna pregnant, then he could definitely get you knocked up, too."

"I'm on birth control."

"I'm just saying, be cautious."

"Yeah okay," Claudia replied, and spotting a bottle of Astroglide on the shelf, she reached up to take it down. "So any news regarding Andy yet?"

"Nope," Kimi said. "But I'm expecting any day for his body to be found."

"Well Tristan is their number one suspect," Claudia said. "So if tribal police do locate Andy's body, it won't be good news."

"For me it will be," Kimi responded. "The bastard raped me when I was twelve years old, so goodbye and good riddance to his pedofile ass."

"I totally get hoping Andy's dead, I really do. But if Tristan goes to jail, his life will be over."

"They have no evidence on him. And besides, he's got an ironclad alibi."

"That detective who's investigating him, though...it seems like he wants Tristan to be guilty."

"He can't do anything, Claude. Not without some proof that Tristan was involved."

"But he wasn't involved," Claudia said. "You and I know it, and so does Ethan. We were all at University on the day that Andy went missing."

"Exactly, so Tristan's safe."

Wanting desperately to believe those words, Claudia tried to assure herself that all would be well. But as her stomach fluttered and a lump formed in her throat, she found herself wondering if it wasn't just wishful thinking. 

* * * * 

Pulling open the double glass doors, Lucas walked into the lobby of the Native American Rights Fund. Heading straight for the reception area, he straightened his collar along the way, sauntering in a casual yet confident manner. 

Seated behind a curved black desk, the attractive receptionist looked up as he entered. Openly appraising his tall, slim form, she seemed to enjoy the view before her, and as he came to a stop in front of the desk, her coral lips turned into a smile. 

"What can I do for you?" She asked.

"I'm here to see Daniel," he replied. "We have an appointment for two p.m."

"Name?" 

"Lucas Goodblanket."

Reaching for a phone next to her, the receptionist pressed a button, then waited a few seconds before speaking into the receiver.

"I've got a Lucas Goodblanket here for a two p.m. Would you like me to send him through?" A few moments of silence followed while she awaited a reply, then responding in a chirpy voice she said, "Will do. Thanks Dan."

After hanging up the phone, she made out a nametag with Lucas's name, then handed it over before offering him instructions.

"Go down the hall and towards the cubicles, then make a left at the water cooler. Dan's office will be on the right."

"Thanks," Lucas replied, and as she fluttered her long, dark lashes in response, his lips curved into a smile. 

"No problem," was her response. "And good luck on the internship, I hope you get it."

"Cross your fingers for me," he replied, and watching as she playfully did just that, he gave a light chuckle, then turned on his heel.

Dressed in a blazer, button up shirt, and slim fit dark khakis, Lucas headed into the office space. On reaching a water cooler he turned left, then spotted an office with a partially closed door. He knocked a few times, then waited before hearing a voice he knew well call out to him.

"Come on in." 

Heeding the request, Lucas started forward and into the room, offering a friendly smile as he spotted the man sitting behind a desk. Sporting short hair and a well-cut suit that was clearly expensive, Daniel rose to his feet, then held out his hand for Lucas to shake.

"Good to see you again, Lucas," Daniel said. "I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me."

"Are you kidding? I'm thrilled you even asked me."

"How could I not?" Daniel asked while gesturing for Lucas to sit. "You're smart, young, and have an interest in Native activism. Just the type of person we need on our team."

"Well I sure hope I get this internship, because NARF is something I'd love to be a part of."

"You're at the top of the list, Lucas. So I'd say you have a pretty good chance of being the one."

"Excellent." Lucas grinned and sat back in his chair.

"So tell me what brings you to NARF," Daniel said. "Why do you want to intern with us, and what strengths will you lend to our office?"

"The reason I want to intern is because I've chosen a pre-law major. And as for my strengths, I'm passionate about Native rights, not to mention hard working."

"You must have other pluses as well," Daniel suggested. "Give me at least one more." 

"Well I'm charismatic too, but aside from it helping me pull good looking women, I'm not too sure if that'll serve me well here."

Daniel chuckled. "A sense of humor, I like that. But charisma is a positive trait to have, especially if you're interested in becoming a leader."

"I'd like to be a lawyer more than anything else." 

"You can be a lawyer as well as a leader," Daniel said. "Our community needs more young people like you, those who strive for higher education while maintaining an interest in the Native people."

"Yeah, that's just what I want," Lucas replied. "To go off to college and get a good education, then use my knowledge to help people on the rez."

"You're a smart kid, Lucas. I can see that." Studying him thoughtfully, Daniel was quiet for a few seconds. Then leaning forward so that his arms were on the desk, posed a question to the teen. "Any more run-ins with the law since the last time we talked?"

"No," Lucas replied. "And thanks again for filing that discrimination case last year. I really appreciate it."

"No problem, I was happy to help. I know how special that hand drum and hunting rifle is to you."

"Yeah, the hand drum was made by my grandfather, so when it got confiscated by that racist cop, it was like my heart being ripped right out of my chest." 

"Understandable." Daniel nodded his head. "It's injustices like those we need to protect our people against."

"I was really pissed off when it happened," Lucas said. "And even now I sometimes think back to how wrong it was. But in a way I'm kind of glad that it did, because it basically inspired me on this path towards law school."

"Adversity can be a wonderful catalyst for success. I found that out when I was around your age as well and ever since then, I've viewed challenges as opportunities in disguise."

"Good advice," Lucas replied. "I'll have to remember that as I go through college."

Daniel smiled, then clasped his hands on top of the desk. Giving Lucas a long, thoughtful look, he seemed to be contemplating the next words he would speak. Feeling as if he were under a spotlight, Lucas shifted in his chair. He rubbed a hand along the fabric of his pants, then cleared his throat to fill the silence. 

After some time Daniel lowered his gaze to a paper on the desk, and after taking a moment to read the words that were written on it, he finally broke the stillness that hung between them. 

"To be honest Lucas, I've never been one to make quick decisions. But I feel in my heart that you would be the best candidate, so if you'd like the position as intern, It's yours."

"Really?" Having heard but not fully believing, Lucas blinked. "You mean I got the position?"

"That's right." Extending his hand for a shake, Daniel offered the teen a smile. "Welcome to NARF, Lucas. I'm happy to have you on board with us."

"No, thank you." Lucas pumped Daniel's hand enthusiastically. "I really appreciate you giving me the chance, and I promise to do a good job for you all."

"I know you will, Lucas. No doubt about that on my part."

"Do you want me to come in tomorrow?" Excitement lit up his face, eyes gleaming at the prospect of what was to come. "Because I can be here around two p.m., right after my last class lets out."

"Tomorrow's Saturday, Lucas. We only work Monday through Friday."

"Oh right, I totally forgot," he said. "So Monday, then?"

"That sounds good." Standing to his feet, Daniel led Lucas to the door, where they said their goodbyes. "I look forward to working with you, young man. Have a great weekend and I'll see you on Monday."

"Most definitely. Thanks again, Daniel."

With a bounce in his step, Lucas exited the office, heading past the cubicles and into the lobby. Still seated behind the receptionist desk, the pretty secretary gave him an inquiring look, which in turn led Lucas to share the news.

"Got the internship." He grinned widely at her. 

"Way to go!" Smiling back, she gave him a thumbs up. "Welcome aboard, Lucas."




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"Thanks," he exclaimed.

"You starting on Monday?"

"Sure am."

"I'll see you then."

"For sure."

"I look forward to it," she added.

"Likewise," he said, and as she tossed her hair over her shoulder flirtatiously, Lucas flashed his pretty white teeth. "You have a great weekend."

"I most definitely will," she said, and even as he stepped out into the street, her eyes continued to follow him. 

Knowing full well that she was still watching him, Lucas sauntered away from the double glass doors. His long hair, which was tied back in a slick ponytail, blew gently in the October wind. Clean, cold, and crisp, the weather invigorated Lucas as he walked to his car. 

Still smiling, he gazed up at the sky, silently thanking the Creator for this latest blessing. Also giving thanks to his ancestors, Lucas knew they were proudly looking down at him, and feeling as if he could float right off the ground, unlocked the door to his Chevy truck. 

As soon as he was behind the wheel he started the engine, backing out of the space and exiting the parking lot. A few minutes later he was on the highway to the rez, heading straight for Wanakee's so he could share the news.



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 13



At just past seven p.m. Claudia arrived at Tristan's residence, climbing the steps to the wide porch before knocking on the front door. Decorated with a beautiful fall wreath, the door had been freshly painted a navy blue color, which contrasted nicely with the cream colored house. 

A few seconds passed before she heard the lock being undone, and as the door swung open to reveal Shauna's form, Claudia's posture instantly stiffened.

"Hello." Shauna's lips pulled into a weak smile. 

"Hi." Not making an attempt to do the same, Claudia gave Shauna a long, hard look. "Is Tristan home?"

"Sure is." Opening the door wider, she invited Claudia inside.

Stepping past the threshold, Claudia entered the house and headed straight for the living room, but on noting that Tristan wasn't in the room, she turned her gaze on Shauna.

"He's in the bathroom right now, but should be out any minute."

Nodding her head, Claudia took a seat on the edge of the couch, then shifted her gaze to a bouncy chair where Maggie was currently seated. Outfitted in a giraffe patterned onesie, the baby stared intently at Claudia's face, as if questioning her sudden presence. 

Staring right back, Claudia noticed the baby's thick head of hair. Glossy and black, it was impossible not to admire its lusciousness, and on shifting her gaze to the baby's large eyes, Claudia saw they were framed by impossibly long lashes. This immediately reminded Claudia of Tristan's own eyelashes, and noticing that Maggie's were just as thick and long as his own, she came to the dreadful conclusion that Maggie most likely was his offspring. 

Swallowing a lump, Claudia shifted her gaze to Shauna, who in turn offered a smile and sat on the floor next to Maggie's bouncy chair.

"Tristan's in the bathroom, but should be out soon," Shauna said.

"Okay," Claudia replied, and shifting her attention to the TV, watching the moving images plastered on the screen.

"You ever watch this show before?" Shauna asked.

"No, what is it?"

"It's about these people who live in a commune, and their day to day life in a shared house."

"So It's basically like The Real World," Claudia said.

"Only way better, because they have genuine people on this show. Not vapid, drunk losers who are trying to become famous."

Nodding her head, Claudia continued watching the screen.

"I wouldn't mind living in a commune." Crossing her legs, Shauna's face took on a dreamy look. "It'd probably be such a cool experience, you know?"

"I guess." Not interested in talking, Claudia focused her gaze on the television. 

"I mean, of course I have Maggie now so commune living is out of the question for me. But ever since I was a freshman in high school, I always thought It'd be a neat lifestyle."

"But you'd be living with strangers," Claudia said. "How fun could that be?"

"People get roommates when they go to college," Shauna said. "Or when they move out of their parent's house and become independent."

"And?"

"So commune living is basically like that. Except you get to live with enlightened individuals." 

"Okay."

"Well at least in a hippie settlement. I don't know about other types of communes."

Hoping that Tristan would soon make an appearance, Claudia shifted on the edge of the couch. She was trying like hell to send a 'don't talk to me' signal, but it seemed Shauna was intent on engaging her in small talk.

"So by the way," Shauna started, "I hope you don't see me as a threat to you and Tristan's relationship."

"I have my concerns, but I wouldn't call you a threat."

"Okay."

"It's just that I don't dig my boyfriend living with another female."

"Understood. But It's only temporary, until Maggie and I get an apartment."

"I know, but It's still hard seeing you here with him."

"Of course," Shauna said. "He's your guy and you love him."

"But having said that, I understand that Maggie is his daughter. So it only makes sense that he'd need to spend time with her."

"And that's all I want," Shauna proclaimed. 

"So as long as you respect my relationship with him, then there shouldn't be a problem."

"I'm not into drama, Claudia. So I won't be trying to interfere." 

"Good to know," Claudia replied, and turning her gaze back on the television, settled into the comfy couch.

At that particular moment, Tristan walked into the room, gaze settling on Claudia's face before he broke into a smile.

"Claudia, you're here." 

"Yeah, I was in the neighborhood, so I decided to stop and say hello."

"Wow, what a nice surprise."

Tristan made a beeline towards her and after leaning down to give her a peck on the lips, clasped her smaller hand in his large one.

"Wanna go out for a drive?"

"Actually, I was hoping we could go to this party."

"What party?" Tristan asked.

"Lucas's birthday."

"Oh." The look on his face couldn't have been any less unenthused. "Well I was kinda hoping it could be just you and me tonight."

"Okay." Although slightly disappointed, she curled her lips into a smile. "Well if you wanna go out for a drive, we can. But there's not a lot of places on the rez to hang out."

"Oh, I think we'll find somewhere to be alone," he said, and tugging on her arm, encouraged her to stand up.

Once she was on her feet, Tristan turned to Shauna, who was still sitting on the floor next to Maggie's bouncy chair.

"So I'm gonna be gone for awhile," Tristan said. "You and Maggie will be okay hanging here alone, won't you?"

"Of course," Shauna replied.

"Cool. Then I'll see you later tonight."

Walking alongside Claudia, Tristan headed for the door, where he paused to put on his jacket before grabbing his keys. He never got the chance to open the door, however, because Shauna had risen to her feet.

"Wait." Picking Maggie out of her bouncy chair, Shauna carried her over to Tristan. "Maggie didn't even get a kiss goodbye."

"I'll be back in a few hours." Irritation laced Tristan's voice. "Not like she'll even know that I'm gone."

"Oh, she'll know," Shauna assured him. "You're her daddy, remember?"

Stiffness came into Tristan's stance, and for a moment he regarded Shauna with a look of annoyance. But as his eyes shifted to Maggie who was held in Shauna's arms, the expression on his face began to soften. 

"I mean, how do I say bye to her?" Tristan asked. "She doesn't even understand words yet."

"You can hold her and kiss her," Shauna said. "Just show her you love her and she'll respond."

"She doesn't like me," Tristan rebutted. "I held her earlier and she cried, remember?"

"Because she's not used to you yet." 

"I don't know, Shauna. I think she'll throw a fit."

"Oh stop being so scared and hold your daughter." Passing the baby over to Tristan, Shauna carefully situated the baby into his arms.

"She's squirming," Tristan replied, and as the baby began to whimper, a look of nervousness crossed his face.

"Give her time," Shauna responded while Tristan adjusted Maggie in his arms, but as her whimpers escalated to a full-blown wail, Tristan's face went red and his brows pushed 'together. "See? I told you she hates me."

"She doesn't hate you," Shauna rebutted, but now Maggie's wails were becoming even louder.

"Take her back," Tristan demanded, and as Shauna relented and accepted the baby, his shoulders sagged in defeat. "I knew that was a bad idea."

"She'll come around," Shauna replied. "You just have to give her a little time."

"Yeah, whatever. You can't say I didn't try."

"What time will you be home?" Shauna asked. "I mean just in case your mom and dad get back and ask me."

"They won't ask you," Tristan stated. "If they wanna know where I am, they'll just give me a call."

"Okay," Shauna replied, but it was clear from the look on her face that she was disappointed by Tristan's response.

"So we're leaving now," Tristan stated.

"Alright," Shauna said, and as Claudia's eyes briefly met with her own, a look of sadness crossed her face. "You guys have fun."

No response from Tristan. He only grabbed Claudia's hand and led her out the door, then down the porch steps and towards his Lincoln Continental which was parked in the driveway. As soon as they were seated in it, Tristan backed quickly out of the driveway, then accelerated down the road and away from his parent's house.

As they drove, Tristan didn't say much at all, only kept his eyes on the pitch-black stretch of road that was ahead of them. Void of any streetlights, the narrow dirt road snaked a path towards some unknown spot, a place which Tristan knew but Claudia was completely oblivious to. Directing her gaze to the speedometer, Claudia saw that the needle was resting at sixty.

"You should slow down, Tristan. We aren't on the highway, remember?"

"Sorry." Easing his foot off the pedal, he allowed the car to slow down. 

"Why are you in such a hurry, anyways? We've got the whole night to enjoy ourselves."

"I don't know," he said. "Guess it just feels good to drive fast."

"You're stressed," Claudia said while studying his face. "That whole thing with Maggie really bothered you, didn't it?"

"Well it didn't make me feel good," Tristan replied. "My own daughter hates me."

"But what if she's not your daughter? Not that I'm saying Shauna purposely lied to you, but what if Maggie is someone else's?"

"It's a possibility of course," Tristan stated. "But if Shauna says she didn't sleep with anyone else, then I believe her."

"So no DNA test then, huh?" Claudia asked. "You must really trust her."

"I never said I wasn't getting a DNA test, but I can tell if someone is bullshitting me. I pick up on things, easily sense when somebody is being dishonest." 

Remaining quiet, Claudia gazed out the window at the darkness beyond.

"If Maggie does turn out to be mine are you going to be okay with it?" He asked. "I mean really okay, not just saying you are but still having resentment."

"I don't know Tristan, I'm trying really hard. But It's kind of a challenge to be caught in the middle of all this."

"It's not easy at all, I get that. But I just wanna know you'll be by my side regardless."

"I'm not leaving you if that's what you're asking."

Rather than respond, Tristan only stared ahead. Flanked by open hills of grassland, the road they travelled was a narrow strip of dirt, curving into a path of overgrown weeds before finally widening into a field. Normally populated by sheets of wildflowers, the field was now only covered by tall grass, which blew lightly in the mild winds.

Coming to a stop in the expanse of open ground, Tristan put the car in park. He then turned off the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt. Leaning across Claudia he unbuckled hers too, then slipping a hand around her waist, pulled her closer so he could kiss her.

Tenderly and with a skill that made her melt, Tristan ran his tongue along her puffy bottom lip. Without hesitation Claudia parted the seam of her lips, then angled her head in a way that allowed his lips to meld perfectly with hers. Soft and warm, they moved with a skill that made her weak. 

They kissed slowly first, savoring the taste and texture of each other's tongues before deepening the oral embrace. Still clasping her hip with his palm, Tristan gradually moved it upward until it met with her left breast. Massaging the flesh with his palm, Tristan allowed his thumb to swipe her nipple, flicking it back and forth a few times before it puckered beneath his touch. 

Still passionately kissing they practically devoured one another, breathing hard and heavy as their desire increased. Using one hand to lift the hem of Claudia's sweater, Tristan gradually moved it upward until her bra was exposed. Just as eager as he was to remove the obstructive garment, Claudia broke the kiss so their lips were parted, then pulled the sweater over her head. 

No sooner had it been thrown aside did Tristan remove her bra, exposing the small but round breasts that were capped with blackberry colored nipples. Tantalizingly erect, they jutted towards Tristan's face, as if inviting him to suck and nibble them to further stiffness. 

Taking a globe in each of his hands, he lowered his head to suck one nipple and then the other, alternating between the two until Claudia was squirming and moaning for more. Knowing how much she liked to have them bitten, he nibbled and pulled them between his teeth, stretching them outward before letting them loose. 

Now aching for his touch, Claudia was sufficiently wet, her thighs going all tingly at the idea of Tristan sliding between them. As if picking up on this thought, Tristan placed his hand on her right leg, finger tracing the pattern on her tights before seeking the heat that radiated from her core. 

"What kind of panties do you have on tonight?" He asked.

"I don't know," she coyly responded. "Guess you're going to have to find out for yourself."

Crookedly smiling, Tristan slipped his hand between her thighs, tips of his fingers skimming that warmth beyond the folds. Incredibly horny and eager for more stimulation, Claudia sighed and rolled her hips. This caused Tristan's hand to press more firmly against her, and needing no further encouragement, spoke some words that were heavy with lust. 

"Wanna get in the back seat?" 

Sure," she answered in a husky tone, and maneuvering her body so she could climb into the back, led the way to the rear of the car. 

As soon as Tristan was in the back seat with her, Claudia eased his jacket off his shoulders, then lifted his sweater up and over his head. As soon as his bare chest came into view, Claudia ran her palms along his skin, savoring both the solidness of his chest as well as the light ripple of abdomen muscles.

"You've been working out, haven't you?" Claudia asked. "Your stomach is even more toned than usual."

"I've been doing a few things," he said through a grin.

"You don't have to, you know," Claudia assured him. "I'm very happy with the way you look now."

"But I wanna look better for you," he said. 

"Not sure how that's possible when you're already sexy. And besides, you're nice and thin, which in my opinion is totally hot." 

"I love knowing how attracted you are to me," Tristan replied. "Makes me feel really good and special."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he affirmed with a soft smile, and his mouth found her soft lips hungrily.

As their tongues tenderly brushed, their hands tangled in each other's hair, her fingers caressing Tristan's silky strands while his digits threaded into her curls. Both bare- chested, they were pressed flush together, and soon Tristan was undoing the zipper that ran along the side of her skirt.

With quick, fluid movement he wiggled the fabric down her hips, then pulled it off her legs before tossing it aside. Now only clad in her sheer tights, Claudia was wet and ready for penetration. But as Tristan began sliding her tights off her legs, Claudia reached out to touch his hand.

"Wait."

Shifting his eyes to her soft-featured face, Tristan halted his movements and waited. 

"I forgot to take my birth control this morning, so we should probably use a condom."

"I don't have any," Tristan said. "At least not on me, they're all back at the dorm."

"Then we probably shouldn't do this," Claudia said. "At least not until I can take another pill."

"It's only one pill, can't make that much difference."

"Maybe not, but do we want to take the chance?"

Seeming to think things over, Tristan just stared at her for several seconds.

"You've already got one baby, Tristan. Do you really want another?"

"No."

"Then we'll wait until tomorrow, after I've taken my birth control."

"I can always pull out." 

"You sure?" She asked. "Because if you're even one second too late - "

"You're on birth control, Claude," he brusquely replied. "Chances of you getting pregnant are practically nonexistent."

"Wasn't Shauna on birth control too?"

"Yeah, or at least she said that she was. But I also didn't pull out, so that's clearly the reason why she got pregnant."

Still feeling uncertain, Claudia fell quiet and lowered her gaze. But as Tristan grabbed her chin tenderly and looked deep into her eyes, Claudia found herself gazing at his handsome face. 

"Please, babe? I don't think I can wait another day to feel your pussy."

"Of course you can, silly. It's not like you'll die or anything."

"Well maybe I won't die," he responded. "But I sure as hell am gonna have blue balls when I get back home."

A light chuckle fled her lips and she softly smiled at his statement. But as she remembered that Tristan would be returning to a house with Shauna, it suddenly occurred to her that leaving him horny wasn't such a good idea.

She trusted him of course, but how did she know Shauna wouldn't put the moves on him? For all she knew, Shauna might have a plan in place, some underhanded scheme to try and get Tristan into bed. Claudia wanted to believe that Shauna was trustworthy, but she knew absolutely nothing about the girl, so she'd be a fool to not at least be somewhat suspicious.

"I can feel you thinking," Tristan proclaimed. "What's going on inside your mind?"

"Not a lot," Claudia said. "Just taking a moment to think."

"If you don't wanna have sex, It's okay," he said. "I totally get why you'd be nervous."

"No, I do wanna have sex," she responded. "I mean, as long as you pull out it should be okay, right?"

"Yeah, and you do still have birth control in your system so everything will be fine."

With a nod of her head she agreed, and as Tristan slowly peeled the tights from her legs, Claudia watched with eyes full of lust. By the time he got both them and her panties off, she was instinctively parting her legs. 

"Can I lick you first?" He huskily asked while kneeling before her. 

"Of course. You know how much I love your tongue."

Positioning his head between her legs, he trailed soft kisses along her left thigh. She could feel the heat of his breath as he did it, ghosting against her soft skin and lightly tickling the flesh. Knowing just exactly how badly she wanted it, Tristan took his time and drew out the tease. Eventually his tongue reached that slippery and swollen spot, the place which pulsed and ached for his touch. And then, he tasted her.

Sliding his tongue up in a long languid swipe, Tristan licked up one side of her slit and then the other. Rather than just glide his tongue he worshipped her with it, moving his mouth against her as if she were a peach that he wanted to devour. 

Gradually, he began to apply more pressure, caressing her engorged clit before suckling and skating across its sensitive surface. Claudia's hips jerked at the sensation, back arching as her fingers entangled in his hair. Licking faster, Tristan held onto her quivering thighs, keeping them tightly captive in his strong grip. Her clit hardened, becoming a stiff piece of flesh beneath his tongue, and as he slipped two fingers into her silky wet heat, a gasp escaped her parted lips.

At first he taunted her for a bit, moving his fingers just quick enough to make her moan, but as his tongue began to really work its magic on her clit, Claudia's cries got louder. Now spasming around his tongue, she locked her thighs around his head. Almost immediately, honeyed liquid flowed into Tristan's mouth, so fragrant and delicious that he maneuvered his tongue to withdraw even more. 

Claudia's body trembled beneath him, breasts rising as she arched her back on the bed. Then with one last lick along her smooth, juicy slit, Tristan withdrew his head from between her thighs. 

After lifting himself upward, he gave her a deep, passionate kiss, sharing the juices of her freshly eaten pussy. Weakened from her climax, Claudia was like a rag doll in his hands, legs easily manipulated as he slung them over his shoulder. Seeming to glow from within, Claudia was in a blissful haze. But as the annoying sound of Tristan's ringtone broke through the silence, the erotic moment was effectively shattered.




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 13



"Don't answer it," Claudia said, and as it continued to ring Tristan just ignored it. Within seconds however, the mobile was going off once again, seeming to increase in volume with every ring. 

Equally irritated, Tristan reached for the phone and answered it, a pinched expression lining his face as he listened to the caller. Already certain that it was Shauna, Claudia waited impatiently with compressed lips. 

"Okay, I'll stop by the market," Tristan said into the receiver. "Just give me fifteen minutes to drive Claudia home."

At the sound of those words Claudia's heart dropped, stomach clenching unpleasantly. Beyond disappointed she put her panties on, then slid on her tights before shimmying up her skirt. She heard Tristan utter a goodbye before ending the call, and as his eyes met with hers, Claudia flashed him a stony look. 

"Maggie is sick," he said while releasing the phone. "I need to go to the drugstore and get her some Pedialyte."

"What's wrong with her?" Claudia asked.

"Diarrhea," Tristan said. "And from the way Shauna describes, It's pretty bad."

"I understand," Claudia said while pulling her sweater over her head, and with a tug on the door handle she was exiting the backseat. 

When Tristan slid into the driver's seat beside her, he turned his head to look at her. But instead of meeting his gaze, Claudia only stared purposely out the window. 

"Are you mad?" He asked in a low voice.

"No Tristan, I'm not," she truthfully responded.

"But you aren't pleased either," he said to her. "And I hate knowing we're saying goodnight this way."

"It's fine." Still looking out of the window, she watched her breath fog the glass. "You have responsibilities now and I understand that."

"It won't be like this forever," he assured. "Shauna will eventually get her own apartment, but in the meantime, you and I will be at university through the week. So It's not like we'll have to deal with this every day."

"I guess," Claudia replied, but as Tristan grabbed her hand, she finally turned her head to look at him.

"You're amazing, you know." His thumb stroked the back of her hand. "Ever since we first met you've always supported me. Made me feel like I was someone special."

"Because you are," she softly replied.

"Well if I'm special, then you're extraordinary."

Though flattered, her face remained slack with disappointment. 

"I don't want to leave you," Tristan said. "In fact, I really feel like we should stay together tonight."

"But Maggie is sick," Claudia said. "Which means you need to be there to help comfort her."

"You could come home with me," Tristan suggested. "And once Shauna and Maggie retire to the bedroom, you and I could hang out front and watch a couple of scary movies."

"Why scary ones?" Claudia asked. 

"Because It's Halloween dork, remember?"

"Oh yeah, I totally forgot."

"So how about it?" He asked.

"Well watching movies would be fun, but we wouldn't have privacy to do anything else. I mean with Shauna and Maggie in the bedroom, I wouldn't feel comfortable enough to truly relax. Not to mention, your parents..."

"So then we wouldn't do anything else," Tristan said. "We'd just watch movies and cuddle up."

"Come on, Tristan. When is the last time we cuddled without going further?"

"Good point," Tristan replied. "I guess it is a bad idea."

"Look, why don't you go home and take care of Maggie, and tomorrow we can hang at my house."

"Won't Big John and your mother be there?" 

"Nope. They'll be gone the whole day, so we'll get the place to ourselves."

"Awesome," Tristan said. "We'll spend the whole day in bed making love."

"And eating cold cereal," Claudia said. "We've got like five different brands in the house, so we'll have plenty of flavors to choose from."

"Screw the cold cereal," Tristan said. "My favorite flavor is you."

Claudia giggled, then broke into a smile. "You really know how to spoil me, don't you?"

"It's just as enjoyable for me as it is for you," he responded. "Nothing gets my dick harder than sticking my tongue inside your pussy."

"Well it feels amazing," Claudia said. 

"And it looks amazing." He slid a palm along one of her thighs. "You have the prettiest pussy, Claudia. So tight and hot and smooth all over."

Suddenly feeling warm, Claudia's eyes glossed over.

"And the way you taste," he said. "You have this beautiful scent and flavor that just drives me crazy."

"Really?"

"Yes," Tristan said. "Your pussy scent is unique in a really good way."

"Wow, I never knew." 

Suddenly feeling beautiful and sexy and like some sort of sensual goddess, Claudia lifted her hand to his face, caressing the sharp angle of his jaw. Dark and beautiful, his eyes watched her intently, as if seeing through to her very soul. The look on his face made it clear he adored her, pupils wide and dilated with residual lust. Looking back with just as much love in her eyes, Claudia leaned in to give him a soft, sweet kiss, then pulled back to watch him once again. 

"We should probably get going," she said.

With a nod of his head he agreed, and after starting the car and putting it into gear, they were on the way to her house. Ten minutes later they were pulling into her driveway, and as Claudia undid the buckle on her seatbelt, Tristan followed suit so he could walk her to the door. 

Hand in hand, they walked toward the porch and then up the steps, halting in front of the door before positioning their bodies so they were face to face. Looping his arms around her waist, Tristan pulled her closer so their lips were nearly flush.

"So I can't wait for tomorrow," he said.

"Neither can I," she softly responded.

"I'll give you a call as soon as I get the chance."

"Okay."

Leaning down he kissed her lips softly, then pulled back to brush noses with her.

"Love you," he whispered. 

"I love you too," she said, and with one last kiss, watched him pull away from her.

As Tristan walked towards his car she continued watching him, noting the way the silvery moonlight reflected off his inky black hair. Things surely weren't perfect and there were obstacles to overcome, but a feeling of optimism had begun to rise within her. Things will be okay, she told herself. They'll smooth out and everything will be fine.

Little did she know, however, that the next time she saw Tristan things would be different. Because invisible forces were at work, orchestrating a fate that neither could imagine. 

* * * *

Claudia had just settled in with a cup of cocoa when her mobile rang. Glancing at the display screen she saw it was Lucas, and that was when it occurred to her that she hadn't called to wish him happy birthday. Feeling guilty she reached for the phone, answering it just before voicemail kicked in.

"Forgive me, Lucas. I forgot to give you a call!"

"So I'm forgettable, huh?" A light chuckle came through the receiver. "Just kidding, It's totally cool."

"Well I didn't forget about the party, but for some reason I didn't call to wish you a happy birthday. Guess I just figured I would tell you in person when I came to your house."

"But you never showed up, so..."

"I was out with Tristan. Just got back half an hour ago."

"Gotcha," Lucas replied. "Well he is your boyfriend, so he's clearly got first priority."

"Yeah. But turns out the baby got sick, so he had to go home and help take care of her."

"So what, you're just hanging at home?"

"Yeah."

"Then come over and party with us."

"I don't know, Lucas. I think I'll just relax here. Not really in the partying mood, know what I mean?"

"It's my birthday, Claude. And plus It's Halloween."

"But I'd feel out of place. I mean, I don't know any of your friends..."

"Bring Kimi with you," Lucas replied. "I know she's always down to party."

"I guess," Claudia said, but the truth of it was she didn't want to go. 

"Don't sound so excited." The smile could be heard in his voice. "It's only the day I was born, Claude. Not a big deal or anything."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound so unenthused."

"It's alright. You're probably tired, so I'll give you a call tomorrow."

"No, I wanna talk." And she really did, it wasn't just a fib. "So how does I feel to be nineteen?"

"Uh, the same. Only good thing about it is I'm two years closer to buying alcohol."

"But you already have access to it," Claudia replied. "I mean, I'm willing to bet that there's beer at your party, right?"

"Yeah, but it wasn't easy to score. I had to pay some pretty good cash to get someone older to purchase it for me."

"Alcohol Isn't good for you anyways," Claudia said. "It just makes you do stupid things."

Lucas chuckled. "Still got a bit of that good girl inside you, huh Claudia?"

"More than a bit," she corrected. "I've always been pretty innocent."

"Always?" Mirth laced his tone. "When you and I were together, you did some pretty non-innocent things."

"Because you corrupted me," Claudia teased. "You were quite the influence on me, remember?"

"Is that how it went?" Lucas asked. "Seems like you were the one always tempting me, flirting in the halls and giving me the eye whenever I passed by."

"Shut up!" A grin crossed her face. "It was you who did all those things, not me. And I distinctly remember you waiting by my locker on a regular basis."

"It was twice a week, no more," Lucas replied. "And I know you liked it, so you can stop pretending."

"Never said I didn't like it," Claudia responded. "Just reminding you who pursued who back in high school."

"Alright, so I was a little infatuated," Lucas admitted. "But with that long curly hair and dark brown skin, you really can't blame me for it."

"You always did know how to charm a girl."

"I'm not being charming, but truthful," Lucas said. "You've always been gorgeous, and you know it."

Being complemented by Lucas was nothing new for Claudia, but it still didn't fail to bring a smile to her lips. 

"So if I come to your party, should I wear a costume?"

"Mostly everyone here is in street clothes," Lucas replied. "But if you wanna come dressed as a sexy cat or naughty princess, I definitely wouldn't object."

A laugh came from Claudia's mouth. "Give me half an hour to get changed, and then Kimi and I will be over."

"Awesome. I'll see you then."

"Later," Claudia replied, and after ending the call and tossing the phone aside, she got off her bed and started stripping down. 

Once she was down to bra and panties, she shuffled quickly through the hangers in her closet, searching for an outfit that was semi-normal, yet unusual enough to celebrate the spirit of Halloween. 

Spotting a black tank top with a silver moon logo, she pulled it down off the shelf and put it on. She then slipped on a pair of black velvet shorts, which fit snugly against her body. Deciding that fishnets would go well with it, she procured some from her dresser, and after slipping them up and over her legs, put on a pair of Mary Jane Creepers. 

She then made a call to Kimi, who happily agreed to tag along with Claudia for the night. It would take twenty minutes for Kimi to get ready and drive over with Ethan, but Claudia didn't mind because she wanted to text Tristan. Only an hour had passed since he'd dropped her off, but she missed him already and wanted to hear his voice. Within seconds she had dialed his number, and after only two rings he came onto the line. 

"Hello?" 

"Hey baby, what's up?"

"Things are crazy here." Shrill wails came from the background, nearly drowning out Tristan's voice. "Maggie has bad diarrhea and she's pooping all over the place."

"Sorry to hear." Listening to the sounds in the background, Claudia could hear Shauna attempting to soothe the screaming baby. "Is she going to be alright?"

"Yeah, she'll be fine," Tristan replied. "The Pedialyte should kick in pretty soon, and my mom's got this special remedy she's making right now. So things should be better in the next few hours."

"Well I just wanted to hear your voice," she said. "And to let you know I'm going to this Halloween party."

"Oh yeah?" Tristan asked. "Who's throwing it?"

"Lucas."

"Of course, I should have known." He dryly chuckled.

Now almost deafening, the sound of Maggie's cries were blaring through the receiver. In response, Claudia winced. 

"Well It's his birthday party too, so It's kinda like two celebrations in one."

"That's cool," he hastily replied. "So what, you called to like rub it in my face?" 

"No, of course not. I'm just letting you know where I'll be tonight."

"Which is with Lucas, who has been trying to get in your pants since high school."

"Tristan, come on. It's just a little party, nothing more."

"I just dropped you off an hour ago, and you're already going back out?"

"What's wrong with that?" Claudia asked. "It's Halloween and I wanna have fun."

"With Lucas."

"This Isn't about Lucas, okay? It's just me wanting to get out and unwind. Maybe get my mind off the fact that you're living with your ex-girlfriend."

"She was never my girlfriend," he said. "It was a summer fling, nothing more."

"The point is, you're sharing a house."

"You know the deal, Claude. This Isn't something I wanted."

"I know, but It's really difficult knowing that she's sleeping in the same house."

"If you would just trust me it wouldn't be difficult," he said. "I would never cheat on you, Claude. You know that." 

"I can't help my emotions. Just the thought of her there makes me sick to my stomach."

"Well, now you know how I feel about you and Lucas."

"What?" 

"You and Lucas," he reiterated. "Ever since high school, there's been this sexual tension between you two. He wants to fuck you, and you want to fuck him, am I right?"

"Whoa, what that hell? Where is this even coming from?"

"You do, Claude. And I know it. So why even lie about something so obvious?"

"For your information, Lucas met a girl and is currently building a relationship with her."

"Lucas doesn't have relationships, he fucks around."

"His business, not mine," she responded.

"Just go to the party, alright Claude? Get drunk, throw up, and socialize with the idiots."

"What?" 

"Nothing," he said. "Look, I'm covered in baby shit here so I really don't have time to chat on the phone."

"Then I'll let you go."

"Cool," Tristan snippily replied, and before she could hang up, he did, leaving her with nothing to listen to but silence. 

* * * * 

Numerous cars crowded the lawn in front of Lucas's house, groups of party-goers scattered on the porch and hanging next to the threshold that led inside. Since the door was wide open, Claudia and Kimi walked right inside, followed by Ethan who casually glanced around the crowded living room. 

Scented with pot smoke and beer, the air was thick and heavy around them. Music blasted from a large stereo, mingling with the shouts and laughter of the people in the house. Impressed by the large turnout, Claudia guessed that nearly every young person on the rez had shown up, but there were a handful of thirty-something people as well, who surprisingly blended in with the college-aged crowd.

Even with all the people surrounding her, Claudia immediately spotted Lucas, who was chatting up a group of girls that seemed enthralled by whatever he was saying. Wanting to say hello, Claudia excused herself from Kimi and Ethan, then made her way into the living room where Lucas was.

Even before she reached him he had already spotted her, smile curling his lips as he watched her walk. His eyes swept her form quickly, as if not wanting to make it obvious he was checking her out. But of course she already knew he was, and against best efforts, broke out into a smile. 

As soon as she reached him, he pulled her into a hug, tightly embracing her with his long arms. Then pulling back so he could gaze at her face, loudly spoke over the music.

"Thanks for coming."

"No problem," she replied. "Happy Birthday!" 

"Thanks." His gaze lowered to her tight, stretchy velvet shorts, then the fishnets which complimented it. "I like your outfit."

"Thank you. I kinda wanted to get into the Halloween spirit so I went with all black. But basically I just look like me."

"Yeah, that's definitely a Claudia style," he said, and with a chuckle he grabbed her hand.

Leading her into the kitchen, Lucas brought her to a table with beer and soda. Deciding on Pepsi she poured herself a cup, then took a gulp of the fizzy drink and leaned against the counter behind her. 

"So you're nineteen years old now, huh?"

"Yep. Different age, but same shit, so not a whole lot is different."

"Well you're in college now, so that's something different."

"True." Lucas nodded his head casually, but then a gleam suddenly came into his eyes. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot to tell you. I'm an intern now at NARF."

"What's NARF?"

"Native American Rights Fund. They're a non-profit organization that provide legal representation."

"Wow, congratulations. That sounds like an awesome gig."

"Yeah, I'm really stoked about it."

"What will you be doing there?"

"Research, proofreading of documents, and helping attorneys with their projects. I may even get to ride along on some trips to the courtroom, but that's not a definite yet, so we'll see how it all turns out."

"Very cool," Claudia said. "I'm proud of you, Lucas. You're doing so well."

"Yeah, I'm doing alright," he humbly said. "But what about you? How's life at university?

"Going well, but I'm constantly busy. Seems like there's always a test, or a quiz, or a ton of homework to be done, so It's a whole lot different than high school."

"Definitely." Lucas nodded. "I used to think high school was such a pain, but now that I'm in college I see it was actually pretty damn easy."

"No kidding, I sorta wish we could go back. But at the same time I don't, because I really like living away from home."

"That's cool," Lucas said. "Me and my dad are building a guest house out back, so pretty soon I'll no longer be living in my parent's house either."

"Just a few feet behind it, right?" Claudia said with a chuckle, and as Lucas laughed, so did she. "Believe it or not, I'll have a guest house soon too. Big John is building one for me to stay in during my visits here."

"What's wrong with your room?" Lucas asked. 

"It's being turned into a nursery."

"For who?"

"The baby that's on the way."

"You're pregnant?" Lucas's eyes went wide and round.

"No, silly. But my mom is. Didn't I tell you she and Big John are expecting a baby?"

"No you did not," Lucas replied. "But that's wonderful. Tell her congratulations."

"I will," Claudia said, and reaching for her cup of soda, prepared to sip it.

She was just lifting it to her lips when someone bumped her from behind, causing the drink to spill down the front of her top. Completely annoyed, Claudia turned her head to look behind her, where a guy in Gothic skeleton face makeup gave her an apologetic look.

"Oh, shit. Sorry about that," he awkwardly blurted out, and with hasty steps, fled the scene.

"I'm getting déjà vu," Claudia said to Lucas while looking down at her wet T-shirt. "The last time I came to a party at your house, I got drenched with a beverage, too."

"Oh, you mean that egg nog Misty threw over your head?" 

"Yes," Claudia said. "And you can stop grinning because it wasn't funny."

"Not at the time," Lucas replied. "But thinking back on it now, It's sorta comical."

"Not, it actually Isn't." Claudia furrowed her brows and gave him a serious look, but as his grin went wider, her face relaxed and her lips began to twitch. "Okay, so maybe it is kinda funny now, but at the time I was thoroughly pissed."

"I remember," Lucas said. "And Kimi was ready to pretty much fight Misty." 




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 13



"Speaking of Misty, have you heard from her lately?" 

"She sent me an email a couple of weeks ago from her college in Seattle, but I haven't heard from her since. Why?"

"Just wondering how she's doing."

"But you hate each other," Lucas replied.

"Not anymore, we made up before graduation."

"Seriously? When was this?"

"The day you were hospitalized for your epileptic seizure. We talked things out in the hospital waiting room."

"Well damn, there goes my fantasy."

"What fantasy?" Claudia asked.

"The fantasy I have of you two fighting naked over me while I watch."

Blinking in response, Claudia raised a brow.

"Yep. And once you two finally make up and kiss, we all join together and share some love."

"You are such a pervert."

"Oh that's one of my tamer fantasies," Lucas admitted. "If you knew everything that went on in my head, I think you'd be pretty shocked."

With a roll of her eyes Claudia smirked, then grabbed some paper towels to clean off her wet shirt.

"That's not gonna come out."

"Yeah, I know. It just feels really icky."

"You can borrow a shirt if you need one."

"Can I?" She took a sip of her Pepsi.

"Of course. I'll go get one and you can change in the bathroom."

"What's wrong with your room?" Claudia asked. "Can't I change in there?"

"Sure you can, I just didn't want you thinking I was making a move."

"I trust you, Lucas. I know you wouldn't do that."

Smiling warmly Lucas gestured for her to follow, and with drink in hand, Claudia trailed behind him. But she only made it past the threshold of the kitchen before Kimi suddenly appeared.

"Where are you going?" Grabbing Claudia's arm, Kimi kept her from going any further. 

"To Lucas's room so I can change my shirt. I spilled soda all over it."

Touching the front of Claudia's top, Kimi confirmed that it was true.

"What, you don't believe me?"

"I just had to make sure," Kimi said. "Because I know you and Tristan had an argument earlier."

"Okay...and what does that have to do with anything?" 

"Well, I know that you're pissed at him. And I don't want you doing anything stupid in the heat of the moment."

"Come on, Kimi. You actually think I'm going to Lucas's room so that we can have sex?"

"I didn't say that, Claude. But you two have unresolved sexual tension. He knows it and you know it, so why pretend that you don't want him?"

"Wanting is one thing, but giving into sexual urges is another. I am not a cheater, nor will I ever be, alright?"

"I know you're not, sweetie. But you know how seductive he can be."

And Claudia did know, all too well.

"So I'm just letting you know that it wouldn't be worth it." 

"I'm going to change my shirt, Kimi. That's all, nothing more."

"Okay Claude, I believe you." Although reluctantly, Kimi released her arm. "Change your shirt, then meet me and Ethan on the porch. We'll be out there chatting and drinking some beers."

"Sure thing, I'll only be a minute," Claudia said, and as her gaze fell back on Lucas who was further ahead, she pushed quickly through the crowd to catch up to him.

After snaking through numerous people that crowded the hall, they arrived at the door to Lucas's room. Hoping to make it inside without anyone noticing, Lucas opened the door and ushered her in. But he wasn't quick enough to shut the door behind them, because two guys with beers in their hands appeared at the threshold.

"Gonna get laid, huh Lucas?" One of them called out in a slurred tone. "Good on you, man. Enjoy that pussy."

"Shut up, Rob." A frown creased Lucas's forehead. "It's not like that, she's just coming in to change her shirt." 

"Oh, yeah. Uh-huh." Rob nodded his head and gave a wink. "Change her shirt, I got it."

"You better not spread this around, understand?" Lucas's frown had deepened, lips drawing tight.

"Lips are sealed, man. I'm not gonna say nothin'." 

"I'm serious, Rob. If you start any rumors I'll fuck you up."

"Chill, man. I just said that I wouldn't, didn't I?"

"Yeah, and you better be telling the truth."

Swinging the door so that it slammed in Rob's face, Lucas effectively cut him off. He then turned to face Claudia who was standing next to the bookshelf, and with a softened expression, offered an apology.

"Sorry about that. My friends can be fucking morons sometimes."

"Not a problem," Claudia replied. "I'll get dressed real quick and slip outta here."

While Lucas searched his closet for a T-shirt, Claudia casually sipped her soda and checked out the books on his shelf. Most were memoirs and literature on Native activism, but there were also a number of vintage playboys lined up. 

"Wow, these are pretty old." Claudia pulled one down to check it out. "Where the heck did you find a playboy from 1992?"

"It was my dad's," Lucas replied. "He gave me a stack for my fourteenth birthday and ever since then I've just kept them around."

"You know all of these women are like in their forties now, right?"

"Hey that's cool," Lucas said with a grin. "I think cougars are fucking hot."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Claudia asked with a smile, and slipping the Playboy back onto the bookshelf, accepted the fresh T-shirt from Lucas. "Thanks."

"No problem," he said. "I'll leave the room so you can change."

Watching as he made his way to the door, Claudia waited for him to leave the room. But just as he prepared to exit he suddenly halted, turning to face her once again. 

"I know this is probably none of my business or anything, but is everything okay with you tonight?"

"Not really," Claudia said. Tristan and I had a fight."

"So that's why you look sad."

"I look sad?" 

"Yeah, you do." Taking a few steps forward, Lucas positioned his body so he was directly in front of her. "I can see it in your eyes, Claude. That happy gleam just Isn't there tonight."

Directing her gaze downward, Claudia stared at the shirt in her hand.

"If you don't mind me asking, what did you two fight about?"

"Me coming to this party," Claudia said while looking back up at Lucas. "As soon as I told him that you were the one giving it, he got upset and started saying stupid stuff."

"Like what?" 

"That I was trying to rub it in his face."

"And were you?"

"Of course not," she said, but Lucas's gaze became probing, prompting her to let out the truth. "Alright, so maybe I was a little. But It's only because of this whole thing with him and Shauna."

"It's really eating you up, huh?"

"Yeah it is." Adopting a sullen look, Claudia felt her stomach harden. "I can accept that the baby is in his life now, but Shauna living at his parent's house is just a little too close for comfort."

"I get that," Lucas said. "It's gotta be hard having her around."

"It makes me sick to my stomach," Claudia said. "And when I told him that he just said, 'well now you know how I feel about you and Lucas'."

"What? That's not even the same thing."

"Exactly." Claudia shook her head. "Anyways, then he said how you and I have this sexual tension between us, and that we basically still want one another."

"He didn't lie about that," Lucas stated. "We do have sexual tension between us. And I think It's safe to say that if circumstances were different, we would be having sex."

Her brows rose, skin becoming tingly as she gazed up at Lucas.

"Don't look so surprised, Claude. We both know what we want."

Now her heart was beating quicker and against best efforts, she couldn't tear her eyes away from his.

"You feel it, don't you?" Lucas gazed even harder at her face.

"Feel what?" 

"The sparks between us." Although it was subtle, he drew a little closer. "It's not something we can control, Claude. It's just always been there since day one."

Suddenly preoccupied with his scent, Claudia found herself wondering if it was shampoo or cologne. Although they were now mere inches apart, she felt an urge to erase all distance. Shifting her eyes to his lips, she began to wonder if he would try and kiss her and then suddenly he was leaning in, hands going to her hips so that he could hold her.

She shouldn't have allowed him to do such a thing, and a voice was screaming at her to stop him, but damned if he hadn't seemed to put some sort of spell over her. 

"We can't," she managed to whisper as his lips brushed with hers, and in response he blew out a sigh, puffing air against her mouth. 

"Why, Claude? It's just a kiss."

"It will turn into more and you know it," she responded.

"When you and I were together, Tristan intruded on our relationship. He kissed you on prom night, Claude. He didn't even care that you and I were a couple."

"So you want to get back at him, is that it?"

"No. I'm just saying that if we kissed it wouldn't be a big deal."

But Claudia knew that it would, because Tristan had a way of sensing these things. Not to mention he picked up on the emotions of others, so what if he could currently feel what she and Lucas were doing? Even if he wasn't able to she knew it was wrong, and taking a step backward, she gazed up at Lucas's taller form.

"I should probably get changed," she said. "People are gonna think we're doing something in here."

"But aren't we?" A crooked smile played on his lips. 

"You know what I mean," Claudia said, and she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Alright, I'll leave you alone," he softly responded. "But I won't be far, so just holler if you need anything."

Claudia nodded and watched him leave the room, then checked out the T-shirt that Lucas had given her. An old concert tee that had the words 'Def Leppard' emblazoned across it, it was soft from many washings and had that vintage look to it. It also smelled faintly of cigarettes and marijuana, but it didn't bother her any so she prepared to put it on. 

She was just taking her top off when the door creaked open, then shut, but since her back was facing the entrance to the room, she didn't see him walk inside. Then suddenly the light turned off and she was standing in complete darkness.

"Lucas?" 

There was a click as the lock was engaged.

"Turn the lights back on, alright? I can't see anything."

No response, only the sound of feet padding softly across the carpet.

"If this is a prank, It's not a funny one."

By now she'd turned around and was squinting in the darkness, but only the outline of a moving form was visible in the dark room. 

"If this Isn't Lucas, you better speak up. Or I'm going to scream really loud." 

"No, you won't." The deep voice sounded smug, so self-assured and full of bravado.

"I will," Claudia told this unknown person, but the scream was trapped inside her throat, vocal chords paralyzed with fear.

"So scream." Now there was a smirk in his voice, and walking into a patch of moonlight, his form was finally revealed.

Tall, medium build, and dressed in black from head to toe, the male's frame towered over Claudia's. His hair was dark and shaggily cut, falling messily over his forehead. But it was the Gothic skeleton makeup on his face that really got Claudia's attention. 

Hollow and ghoulish, the party-goer's face was astonishingly deathlike. His eyes stared at her from black sunken sockets, and an exposed teeth effect had been painted onto his lips. Genuinely creeped out, Claudia felt her stomach turn, and shifting her gaze to the window, wondered if she could make an escape. 

"Yeah the window is open," he said as if reading her thoughts. "But you won't get past me, so you may as well just give in."

But could she possibly get past him? The thumping of her heart told her that fight or flight mode had been activated, but her feet weren't receiving the message that her mind was so urgently screaming. 

In what seemed the span of a second he had effectively restrained her, capturing her in his arms. Struggling against him she did her best to get loose but his strength was super human, rendering her like a rag doll in his hands. 

Moving towards the bed he threw her onto it, then climbed on top before pulling down her shorts and panties. She heard fabric rip as he tore her fishnet stockings, and after unzipping his own pants, pushed them down off his hips. She couldn't see his erection but she could certainly feel it, poking against the side of her thigh as he spread her legs.

"Why are you doing this?" She squeaked out as he wrapped his hand around her throat, but he only laughed and pushed harshly into her. 

So rough that it stung, Claudia grimaced and cried out, eyes watering from the pain of him thrusting. 

"Yeah, let me see those tears," he breathed while viciously driving in deeper. "I just love it when girls cry."

Felling as if she were being torn apart, Claudia whimpered and expelled more tears. She tried to breathe but his hand constricted her throat, effectively silencing her from making noise. It wasn't any use to fight back so she relaxed her muscles, going limp as he mercilessly pummeled her. 

Not averting his gaze for even a minute, he watched her with a sadistic stare that never blinked. The black, sunken sockets of his death skull makeup were far too dark and deep for her liking. She didn't want to keep staring into their creepy vacantness, but something about his gaze was bizarrely hypnotizing. 

Feeling a burn spread inside her, Claudia gritted her teeth and prayed for it to be over, but as he endlessly assaulted that most delicate place, she found herself wondering why no one had come to her rescue. 

Where was Lucas and Kimi, and why hadn't they come to see about her? Had they forgotten or were they simply occupied, distracted by the party that was still in full swing? She didn't understand how she'd just been forgotten, how this demon-faced rapist could brutally violate her while her friends were in the very next room. A part of her was dying, rotting away to some unknown place, and she would probably end up pregnant because he would surely finish inside of her. 

Panicked beyond belief, Claudia's heartbeat thrashed in her ears, pulse racing at the thought of carrying a rape baby. Thrusting harder, the rapist's breath fell hotly against her cheek, his penis a savage weapon that had her raw and whimpering in pain. 

Then suddenly he let out a grunt and with one last brutally violent thrust, expelled his semen into her violated womb. Simultaneously horrified and grateful, Claudia waited for the rapist to pull out, but the hand around her throat remained locked, mouth lowering to speak in her left ear. 

"Your fuck hole is ruined now," he whispered. "Just a tattered piece of meat that even dogs wouldn't touch."

Welling with new tears, Claudia's vision became blurred, lips twitching as she softly cried. Her body felt cold, muscles slack as the rapist pulled out, and with the nonchalance of one who had just taken a casual roll in the hay, he got off the bed and pulled his pants up.

Feeling a burning sensation, Claudia realized it was coming from her crotch, spreading through the violated opening that was now swollen and red. Remnants of ejaculate seeped from her wounded spot, making her feel disgusting and open and all used up. 

Rolling onto her side, she went into the fetal position, which in turn caused the rapist to give a chuckle. But then suddenly there was a sharp knocking, loud and insistent and panicked sounding.

"Hello?" 

Ears perking up at the sound of the voice beyond the door, Claudia instantly recognized it as Kimi's.

"Claude, are you still in there?" She turned the knob a few times, but it remained locked. "If you are, please say something."

Wanting to shout, scream, and cry at the same time, Claudia willed herself to give a response. But she was scared to let any words out, because the rapist was giving her a death stare.

"Open the door, Claude." It was Lucas's voice now, deep and masculine, and filled with concern. "If you don't unlock it, I'm gonna break in."

Perhaps unsettled by the sound of Lucas's manly voice, the rapist made his way to the window. Already partially open he only had to lift it higher, and climbing onto the ledge, balanced himself in a frog-like crouch.

From beyond the door, Claudia could hear Lucas and Kimi talking. Then there came the unmistakable sound of them picking the lock. Turning her gaze back on the rapist, Claudia saw he was still crouching in the window, his deathlike skeleton makeup standing out even in the dark room. 

Lifting a finger to his lips he made a shushing gesture. Then with a sadistic little smile, he hopped off the ledge, disappearing into the night. 

Although relieved that he was gone, Claudia was left feeling haunted, and as it suddenly hit her that she would never be the same, a tightness settled into her chest. Still trying to pick the bedroom lock from outside, Lucas and Kimi were speaking in worried tones. Claudia was certain that she heard Ethan too, but the trauma of being raped had disoriented her. 

Trying to shift a muscle she did her best to get out of bed, but the pain in her crotch was excruciating, making her grit her teeth and clench the pillow. His semen trailed out of her vaginal lips, coating her thighs in a way that sickened her. But on brushing her fingers against that wounded spot, she realized it wasn't ejaculate, but rather blood. 

Bright red and visible even in the darkness, its metallic scent drifted into her nostrils. Just faintly, she was aware that the door was finally being opened, and as light from the hallway flooded into the bedroom, she heard Lucas and Kimi call out to her. 

Just as they entered the room, Claudia passed out.



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 14



Something was wrong. Not just sort of wrong, but deeply so. Tristan felt it in his gut, like a knife that was twisting and pulling at his innards. He knew that it involved Claudia, but as to what it was that happened he wasn't entirely sure. 

Now nearing ten p.m., he'd spent the last few hours helping Shauna take care of Maggie, which in itself had been an immense chore. Between pooping and drinking Pedialyte, Maggie's diarrhea had gradually improved, and after a countless change of diapers filled with gooey poop, Maggie had fallen asleep and was now in the bedroom with Shauna. 

Exhausted from the entire ordeal, Tristan should have felt drained and ready to sleep, but the sense that something was off with Claudia kept him alert and steadily on edge. Reaching for his mobile he prepared to key in her number, but on noticing he'd been left a voicemail, Tristan clicked the icon. 

Pressing the receiver against his ear, he heard the sound of Kimi's recorded voice, speaking hurriedly and in a panicked tone that sent chills right up his spine. The words *Claudia* and *rape* were all he could focus on, and as soon as he realized what had gone down, he was grabbing his keys and hurrying for the door. 

After sliding behind the wheel of his Lincoln, he put the car in gear and took off, foot heavy on the accelerator as he sped straight for Blackfeet Community Hospital. 

* * * * 

When Claudia came to, she was laying on an examination table. It was cold in the room, bright from the fluorescent lights overhead. Noting the cloying smell of antiseptic, she wrinkled her nose and let out a groan. Almost immediately she heard the sound of a stool creaking as weight was shifted, but it wasn't until Lucas leaned into her field of vision that she realized he'd been by her side. 

"You're awake," he said.

Not knowing what to say in return, she only looked sadly at him.

"You had us all worried, you were out for so long."

"How long?" She managed to ask in a soft voice.

"Forty minutes," he replied.

Shocked she'd been unconscious for so long, Claudia gave Lucas an incredulous stare. But it was at that very moment she noticed his face was slack, eyes red and visibly wet as if he'd recently expelled tears. 

Had he been crying?

"How do you feel?" Reaching a hand out towards her, he tenderly slid a palm along the smoothness of her cheek.

"Awful," she replied. "I feel really horrible."

"I'm so sorry, Claudia," he replied, and taking her hand in his, offered it a gentle squeeze.

Feeling tears well up in her eyes, Claudia bit her lip, trying to hold back the sob in her throat. But against best efforts it burst forth in a loud, choked cry.

"Oh, God...Claude, no. Don't cry, baby. Please don't cry."

Rather than discourage, his words only made her weep harder. She felt him cradle her face between his large, manly hands, and a sort of calming effect took over her body. Gazing at him through tearful eyes Claudia continued to sob, but as he soothingly smoothed a palm over her hair, the crying died down to whimpers.

"We won't let this break you," Lucas said while gazing into her eyes. "You're going to make it through, and I'll be here every step of the way."

Even through blurred vision, Claudia could see that Lucas's expression was soft, hand so tender and loving against her thick, curly hair. With the darkness that still surrounded her, she needed his soothing touch, and welcomed the way he was so affectionate and gentle.

"The doctor is in the hallway talking to Kimi and Ethan right now," Lucas said. "But when they get back, you'll need to consent to a rape kit exam."

"Alright," Claudia said, and with a sniffle adjusted her head on the pillow. 

"So I'm hoping you can give me a description of this scumbag." Gazing into her eyes, Lucas spoke a few more words. "Height, weight, facial features...anything at all that you can remember."

"He was tall with a medium build, dressed in all black, but other than that I can't tell you anything else."

"Nothing at all about his face?" Lucas asked. 

"He was wearing makeup," Claudia replied. "Painted up to look like a skeleton."

"Wait a minute, I remember seeing a guy in the kitchen who fit that description." Realization bloomed in his eyes, posture becoming tense as he recalled the memory. "He was the one who bumped into you, made you spill your drink."

With a nod of her head, Claudia confirmed his statement. 

"So he was definitely the one, then..."

"Yes."

With a frown on his face, Lucas suddenly went silent. Although thoughtful, the expression on his face was one of anger, and after several long moments of saying nothing at all, he finally looked back at Claudia.

"I'll ask everyone who came to party about him. Someone's gotta know who he is, and from there we can pin him down."

"But what if we can't?" Claudia asked. "What if he's just one of those people who's smart enough to get away with it?"

"We'll get him," Lucas assured. "The rez is only so big, and I've got a lot of friends out there who will help."

Wanting to believe, Claudia felt a pang of hope go through her body. But then it suddenly occurred to her that even if they did find out who he was, there was no undoing what had already been done. She was damaged goods now, and felt like a piece of meat that had been chewed up, then tossed carelessly aside. 

Just thinking about the way he had left her filled her with anger, but most of all she felt dirty, like she needed a cleansing in a bath of bleach. 

"When I do find out who he is, he'll pay," Lucas continued. "I promise you that, you've got my word."

"Just get him arrested and that will be enough," Claudia said. "I don't want you getting personally involved with him, Lucas."

"You might not want it, but I do." His expression was stony now, jaw clenching as he grinded his molars. "He's going to see what It's like to feel pain, and once I'm done, he won't be able to rape again."

"Don't, Lucas." Swallowing back a lump, Claudia gazed worriedly at him. "It's not worth you getting into trouble over."

"Who says I'll get into trouble?" Lucas asked. "I can cover my tracks, make it look like I wasn't involved."

"But if you get hurt or end up in jail, then It'll be more for me to worry about," Claudia said. "Please don't do anything."

"He raped you, Claudia. The sick bastard violated your body. And he did it on my bed, in my house."

Noting the way a vein was throbbing in his neck, Claudia knew there was nothing she could do to talk him out of it. But even if there was, did there not exist a part of herself that actually *hoped* for revenge? Of course there did. She could feel it building inside her, flushing through her body and heating her skin. So why even kid herself?

"Listen, Claudia," he said while taking her hand. "We may not be together anymore, but I still love you. And when someone I love gets hurt, It's only instinctual for me to hunt them down."

"I get it," Claudia replied, her face no longer worried but calm.

"I'm going to find him," Lucas told her. "You understand that It's going to be done."

She gave a simple nod in response. 

"I'm going to make some phone calls, then let everyone know this fucker's on the loose and needs to be caught."

"Can you call my mom and Tristan, too?" Claudia asked. "Let them know I'm in the hospital and won't be home for another few hours."

"Kimi already called them both," Lucas replied. "Your mom and Big John are on their way, but Tristan didn't answer the call, so we're not sure when he's coming."

"Could you call him again?" Claudia asked. "I really need him to be here with me."

"Sure, Claude. I'll get right on it," Lucas said, and retrieving his phone from the pocket of his jeans, stood slowly to his feet. "While I'm out making the call, I'll tell the doctor that you're awake. That way we can get the rape kit done and out of the way.

"Okay." 

Lucas bent over to give her a kiss on the cheek, then stroked her cheekbone with a tenderness that conveyed love. "I'll see you in a bit, alright sweetheart?"

"Okay," she softly said while gazing up at him, and after watching him reach the door and go out, closed her eyes and gave a deep sigh. 

She was just starting to feel drowsy when the doctor came into the room, a small white box in her hand as she approached the examination table. After setting it down on an instrument tray stand, she gave Claudia a weak smile, then introduced herself.

"Hello, Claudia. My name is Dr. Meyers and I'll be conducting your rape kit exam."

"Alright," Claudia said, and after watching the doctor wash her hands and put on latex gloves, she swallowed with nervousness.

"I'll work as quickly as I can, but first I'll need to ask a few questions, if that's alright."

"It's fine," Claudia replied, but the quiver in her stomach made her feel more than a little uneasy.

Taking a seat on a stool, the doctor held a clipboard in hand. 

"Some of these questions may seem quite invasive, and I understand you may feel embarrassed to answer a few of them. But It's imperative we get the details, that way we know the best course of action to take in your situation."

Claudia nodded. "Okay."

Lifting the black rimmed glasses that were hanging around her neck, the doctor settled them onto her nose. Then gazing down at the clipboard, she launched into the questions that were printed on paper.

"Did the attacker penetrate you vaginally, anally, or both?"

"Vaginally."

"And did he force you to perform oral sex?"

"No." 

"Did he use a condom, pull out, or ejaculate inside of you?"

"He finished inside of me." 

"Are you on birth control?"

"Yes."

"Which form?"

"The pill."

"Have you been taking it consistently?"

"I missed my last dosage," Claudia responded. 

"So you're currently unprotected."

She nodded, then swallowed around a lump.

"Date of your last menstrual period?"

"Last Thursday."

Scribbling pen against paper, the doctor recorded the date before lifting her gaze from the clipboard.

"And those clothes you're wearing, they're the exact same garments you had on at the time of the rape?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to need to collect them," she said. "They'll be used as evidence."

"You can have them," Claudia replied. "I don't want to see them ever again."

Lightly nodding, the doctor gave her a sympathetic look. "If you like, I can assist you in taking them off. Otherwise I'll give you your privacy and come back in a few minutes."

"Some help would be nice. It hurts to move, so I don't think I can do it alone."

Rising to her feet, the doctor started with Claudia's top, then removed her bra before placing them both in a large plastic baggie. She then peeled off Claudia's shorts, and after removing the torn fishnets on her legs, gingerly pulled her panties down and off around her ankles. Once everything had been bagged and sealed, the doctor helped Claudia into a hospital gown, which lay thinly against her small body.

"I'll start off with photographing your injuries. Then we'll start the physical exam, and collect what we need from your vaginal area."

"Other than bleeding after the rape, I don't have any injuries," Claudia said. "Is it really necessary to take pictures?"

"Yes," the doctor replied. "Along with dried blood on your thighs, you have substantial bruising along your neck, so we'll need to get photographs and add it to the evidence kit."

"I have bruising on my neck?" 

The doctor nodded. "You can almost see the shape of his hands where he was holding your throat."

"So his fingerprints are on me."

"Yes, but lifting them off skin is anything but a simple process."

"You'll try though," Claudia said. "You'll at least give it a shot."

"We will, Claudia. I give you my promise." 

Now with a camera in hand, the doctor took photos of her injuries, snapping Claudia's lower region first before photographing the bruises on her neck. With each sound of the camera shutter, Claudia felt her dignity sink. 

Her eyes lowered to the floor, focusing on the pattern in the linoleum, and as the moment dragged on, she felt a thickness in her throat build. As the sound of the camera finally stopped, the doctor set it aside, then sat on a low medical stool, positioning herself between Claudia's legs.

"I'm going to need you to scoot to the end of the table, then place your feet in the stirrups so I can conduct the physical examination."

Heeding the request, Claudia scooted forward and waited, body tensing up in preparation of the next step. First there was the sound of a package being opened, then the sensation of a soft object as it was swiped against her vaginal lips. 

She then felt something scraping against her left thigh, and after peeling off the debris that had been left as a result of the rape, the doctor placed it in a plastic bag, then sealed it for later testing.

Although she was staring up at the ceiling, Claudia could guess what was going on. Her ears made it clear what her eyes couldn't see, and focusing on the vents that were in the ceiling, clasped the sides of the examination table. 

For several seconds she heard nothing at all, nor did she feel the doctor touch her with forensic tools. But as the physician's voice finally reached her ears, Claudia listened with bated breath. 

"I'm going to begin the next part of the exam now, Claudia. I'll be using a speculum to check for internal damage, so I apologize in advance for any pain."

Readying herself for the feel of the cold, foreign object, Claudia tensed her body and bit her lip. Then closing her eyes and taking a deep, uneasy breath, waited for the examination to continue.

* * * *

Shielding his lighter from the blustery winds, Lucas lit a cigarette and took a deep inhale. He savored the taste before exhaling, blowing out smoke rings that traveled up towards the sky. Staring distantly into the hospital's parking lot, Lucas focused on the emergency entrance to Browning Community Hospital. 

From where he was standing he could see ambulances drive up towards the doors, unloading patients on stretchers before wheeling them in for urgent treatment. 

The letters above the entrance were lit up, seeming to glow red hot in a way that hypnotized him. The sound of automatic doors sliding open could be heard from directly behind him, followed by footsteps against pavement as somebody exited the hospital lobby. He didn't turn to see who it was, only took a long drag from his cigarette and gazed blankly into the night. 

"How's it going?" A deep voice asked as they steadily approached Lucas.

Turning to face the footsteps, Lucas saw that Ethan and Kimi were now standing in front of him, their faces worn and weary from the stressful night.

"Okay," Lucas said, and he inhaled again before blowing smoke out.

"Since when do you smoke?" Kimi asked.

"When I'm feeling stressed out and need to calm down."

"Well give me one, then," Kimi demanded. "I'm stressed too and need to chill out."

"No, Kimi." Ethan's face became serious as he gave her a look. "I don't want you smoking those things."

"Just one, Ethan. That's all I need."

"They have toxins and cause cancer."

"Which is why I'm not a regular smoker."

"I'd rather you not, alright?" 

"You're a weed smoker, Ethan. How can you tell me not to have a cigarette?"

"We've had this discussion," Ethan said. "Didn't I tell you the difference between the two?"

"Yes." 

"So why not just listen to me?"

With no response to give, Kimi just stood there glaring at him. Then perhaps realizing he was right, she grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. 

"Alright, you win. I won't have one."

Flicking the ash from his cigarette, Lucas gave them a weak smile. But his face went serious again as he thought of the crisis at hand. 

"So I made some calls and found out a few things."

"Like what?" Expectancy took over Kimi's demeanor.

"Well, that Claudia's attacker wasn't working alone."

"What?"

"He wasn't the only one wearing that skeleton face paint. More than a dozen people I called said they spotted two guys at the party wearing the exact same getup."

"No shit," Ethan said. "So that means he planned it."

Lucas nodded. "This wasn't just a random rape he decided to commit. The fucker thought it out beforehand, then went to the party with an accomplice."

"That shithead." Kimi's lips were drawn thin, a tightness in her already serious expression. "So basically he was hoping to throw people off."

"Seems like it," Lucas replied. "That way if witnesses are questioned, It'll seem confusing and unreliable."

"And since he was wearing makeup, It'll make things even harder to figure out," Ethan said.

"Right," Lucas agreed. "But the asshole can't hide on a place like the rez, so It's only a matter of time before he gets caught."

"We can't wait for him to get caught," Kimi said. "We need to find him and quick, before he does this to another girl."

"Oh, he'll be found," Lucas proclaimed. "I've got lots of people on the watch, so we'll get this piece of shit eventually."

"Let me know what I can do," Ethan said. "I'll help out in any way that I can."

"Thanks, Ethan. I can definitely use more people."

"What about me?" Kimi asked. "I'm on board to help, too."

"Just support Claudia," Lucas replied. "Being a good friend is what she needs right now."

"Well I've been raped, so I know what it feels like," Kimi said. "But Andy never really paid for what he did to me, so I'll be damned if Claudia suffers the same injustice."

"I'm pretty sure Andy did pay," Lucas said. "I mean the guy going missing wasn't just a fluke, someone probably took him out."

"I hope they did," Ethan replied. "Fucker deserves to rot."

"So this rapist that's on the loose," Kimi stated, "You said he's tall, with a lightly muscular build and medium length hair cut in a shaggy cut."

"Yes."

"No identifying marks, such as scars or moles or anything else?"

"Well he had heavy face makeup on, so Claudia couldn't make out the details too well."

"Not to worry, we'll find him." Wrapping his arm around her waist, Ethan hugged Kimi against his side. "We should probably go back in, babe. See if Claudia is finished with the exam."

Kimi nodded her head at Ethan, then gazed up at Lucas. "You coming with us?"

"Yeah, in a minute. Just let me finish this cigarette and I'll be right up."

Giving a nod, the couple turned on their heels, heading past the automatic doors and into the community hospital. Taking one last draw, Lucas prepared himself to go inside, but just as he was stubbing the Marlboro out with his heel, a car sped into the parking lot. 

Even before he focused on the vehicle moving in the dark, Lucas knew from the distinctive rattle whose car it was. Large in both width and length, the Lincoln Continental was a 70's model, chocolate brown in color and sporting old fashioned opera windows. 

After pulling into a space haphazardly, the car's engine came to a still. A few seconds later Tristan got out, slamming the door behind him before heading for the hospital's entrance.

Even from far away, Lucas could feel the anger radiating from Tristan, coming off in waves like a heat that cut through the blustery night air. The wind whipped through Tristan's hair, tousling it sharply about his face, but the fierce look that Tristan was exuding told Lucas he couldn't have cared less. 

As Tristan approached the entrance Lucas lifted his chin in acknowledgment, but Tristan simply walked right past, not sparing even a quick look. 

Following Tristan, Lucas stepped past the automatic doors, trailing him all the way to the elevator before both men finally came to a stop. Not a word passed between them as they waited for the elevator to arrive, but after stepping onto the lift and pressing the button to go up, Tristan finally broke the silence with a question.




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 14



"So, where were you while she was getting raped?"

"Where were *you*?" Lucas sternly asked. "Why weren't you at the party with her?"

"I was at home, taking care of a sick baby."

"But didn't you sense that something was off?" 

"Of course."

"And you didn't come to check on her, to make sure that everything was okay..."

"By the time I realized that something was happening, it was already too late."

"How fucking convenient," Lucas said. "What good are these abilities you supposedly have?"

"They don't always work perfectly," Tristan rebutted. "I'm not in control of how precisely it works."

"Whatever." Lucas scoffed and shook his head, then watched the numbers light up as they passed each floor.

"By the way, excellent idea inviting her to the party."

"As if I knew what would happen," Lucas said in a loud voice.

"Must be nice knowing she got raped on your birthday. I mean every year that Halloween comes around, you'll have this on your conscience to deal with."

"And so will you," Lucas firmly said. "She told me about the argument you two had."

"Is that right..."

"Yeah, it is."

"Always there for a shoulder to cry on, huh? I bet you thought it would get you into her pants."

Having reached the floor where Claudia was located, both Lucas and Tristan stepped off the elevator. But they only got halfway down the hallway before Tristan started to speak again.

"So no clue as to who did this, or what? I mean how exactly did he manage to get Claudia alone without you or anyone else noticing she was missing?"

"She was in my bedroom changing her shirt," Lucas explained. "I was standing right outside making sure that nobody walked in on her, but I ended up having to leave, and that's when it happened."

"And why did you leave?" Tristan asked. "What could possibly make you leave her unattended?" 

I was putting out a fire," Lucas said. "Someone idiot tried to make a flaming tequila in my kitchen." 

"So he just slipped into the bedroom without anyone noticing," Tristan said. "Nobody saw anything at all, huh?"

"I've called pretty much everyone who was at the party," Lucas responded. "If someone did see something, they aren't talking."

Now entering the rape crisis center, a somber silence overcame the two teens. Painted a shade of green that was pale in color, the waiting room was occupied by three women, two of which who were teary-eyed and sporting faces that were puffy. Not wanting to look dead-on at their anguished expressions, Lucas kept his eyes straight ahead, focusing on the nurse's station which was just a few steps ahead. 

But try as he might to keep his attention elsewhere, he couldn't help noticing the way they stared him down, one even drawing back in her seat at the sight of both him and Tristan. 

Suddenly self-conscious of his masculine presence, Lucas slipped his hands into his pockets, trying to appear as non-threatening as he possibly could. But even once he was away from the women he could still feel them closely watching him, studying him with undoubtedly wary eyes.

As they approached the nurse's station, one of the employee's looked up, gazing from him and then to Tristan before speaking in a stern voice. 

"No visitors allowed in her room. Come back in an hour and we'll see what we can do."

"But I was just here," Lucas said. "Just stepped out to have a smoke and now I'm back."

"I know you did," the nurse remarked. "But she's being interviewed by the police right now, and after that she'll need to have STI testing."

"Well tell her that her boyfriend arrived," Tristan said. "I'm sure if she knew, she'd want me there for support."

"Unless you're related by blood, you're not getting into that room. So please take a seat and just wait, because there's nothing I can do at this point."

Clearly unenthused at the nurse's response, Tristan stood firmly in place and stared, as if the mere expression on his face would change her mind. But instead of relenting and letting him through, the nurse only stared back, tightening her expression. 

Fearing that she would kick them out of the hospital, Lucas casually placed a hand on Tristan's shoulder, but before he could coax him away from the nurse's station, he noticed someone approaching from his peripheral vision. 

Shifting his gaze to the approaching visitors, Lucas saw it was Claudia's mother, as well as Big John who strolled beside her. Towering at an impressive six foot five, Big John was wearing an intense expression. So intense that Lucas shifted his gaze, resting it instead on Mona's soft and feminine face. As soon as she was close enough, Lucas offered a nod of acknowledgment, then accepted the hug she drew him into before pulling back to look into her eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Strauss." His voice cracked, expression deeply apologetic as his chest caved in. "I should have never asked Claudia to come. I'll never forgive myself for letting this happen."

"It's not your fault, Lucas." Mona's eyes were red, crumpled tissue in hand as she dabbed at her nose.

"But I failed her," Lucas said. "I always told you that I'd protect her, keep her safe and away from harm..."

Perhaps not knowing what to say, Mona only looked sadly at him before smoothing a palm across his check. Then shifting her tear-filled eyes to Tristan, opened her arms to give him a hug. Seeming to melt right into them, Tristan hugged her hard and long while burying his face into her shoulder. 

Embracing him tighter Mona gave him as long as he needed to be in her arms, and after several solid moments of being entangled in her embrace, he finally pulled back to look at her face.

"They won't let me visit her," Tristan stated in a wavery voice. "Tell them I need to get in, Ms. Strauss. That It's okay for me to go in with you."

Turning her gaze on the nurse who sat behind the waiting room desk, Mona walked closer so that she could sign herself in. 

"I'm okay with Tristan coming in with us," Mona stated. "He's her boyfriend and she really needs him there to support her right now."

"Sorry, but I can only approve you and your partner," the nurse said while shifting her eyes to Big John. "Parents and relatives are okay, but anyone else is currently excluded." 

Turning her head to look at Tristan, Mona seemed to convey that she was sorry she couldn't get him through. But all Tristan could do was stuff his hands into his pockets, awkwardly stepping back and away from the nurse's desk.

"It's fine," he softly said. "I'll just wait an hour until they let me in."

"I'll let her know that you're out here," Mona said with red-rimmed eyes, then taking Big John's hand into hers, headed for the room where Claudia was located.

With nothing left to do but take a seat and wait things out, Lucas gestured for Tristan to follow him, leading him towards some chairs that were situated next to a large window. Once they were seated, both he and Tristan just sat there, staring straight ahead at the doctors and nurses who occasionally walked by. Besides the low hum of a TV mounted on a wall, and the chattering of female voices at the nurse's station, the hospital wing was eerily quiet. 

Wanting desperately to see Claudia again, Lucas looked at his watch to see the time. Now nearly eleven, he realized it would be midnight before they were allowed in her room, and hoping like hell that everything would be okay, jerkily bounced his leg up and down. 

Tristan, however, couldn't have been any more unmoving, frozen in shock as the weight of Claudia's rape pressed down on him. With eyes that were dull and hollow, it seemed as if he were lost in a lifeless trance. And as Lucas turned his head to gaze at him, he noticed Tristan's shoulders hunch in despair. 

"We failed her," Tristan quietly said, and slowly turning his gaze to Lucas, spoke again. "You and I are the most important men in Claudia's life, and instead of being there to protect her, we left her vulnerable and all alone." 

"I left her vulnerable," Lucas corrected. "It was my house that it happened in. In my bedroom, on my bed..."

Tristan's face was a mask of sadness, eyes containing a haunted look. "But I should have known when it was happening. It should have felt stronger, more intense."

"Well like you said, these abilities you have don't always work perfect," Lucas replied. "Maybe you were under so much stress with the baby, that it somehow got blocked."

"No." Shaking his head, Tristan disagreed. 

"Well do you remember feeling anything at all earlier this evening? Any sort of indication that something bad was on the way?"

"I got a weird feeling when Claudia and I were hanging out in my car. I just felt like I needed to stay with her all night, and was actually planning on trying to sleep over her house. But then Shauna called and told me the baby was sick, so of course I had to go home and help her take care of Maggie."

"Then it was out of your control," Lucas said. "You felt taking care of the baby was most important at that point, so you made the decision to do that."

"But it was a bad decision." His voice came out husky, with a tangible sadness. "If I'd just ignored the call like Claudia had suggested, she'd never have gone to the party."

"Well she did and it happened, so what are you going to do now?"

"What?" Caught off guard by the question, Tristan blinked. 

"I said what are you going to do about it?" Anger seemed to be warring with the sadness in Lucas's eyes. "Just sit here and feel guilty for not preventing it, or hunt the motherfucker down?"

"Well clearly I want to find him." 

"Any thoughts on how you'll go about doing that?"

"Not yet," Tristan replied. "But a person like that can only hide for so long."

"Think you can get a hunch of who he is?" 

"More than likely I will," Tristan stated. "But my clairvoyance has its limits."

"What kind of limits?" Lucas asked.

"When I seek assistance, it usually comes as clues. Little pieces that have to be put together."

"And how long will that take?" Lucas's voice was now on edge.

"I don't know," Tristan replied. "I'm not in control of how precisely it works."

"So you're a half-assed clairvoyant," Lucas replied. "Which basically means you're of no help at all."

"Fuck you," Tristan spat. "You know nothing about me."

"Just saying, these powers you have seem a little unreliable. But hey, you've clearly you've got your way and I've got mine, so I guess It's cool."

"You're an asshole," Tristan said. "Ever since high school all you've done is mock me."

"But I'm questioning you right now," Lucas replied. "So calm the fuck down, because you're way too sensitive."

"Yeah, imagine me being sensitive considering my girlfriend was just raped."

"So do something about it," Lucas said. "A true Native man would hunt down the enemy, and deliver a punishment like a warrior."

"Fuck you and your warrior bullshit," Tristan said. "You think you're some kind of modern day oniiniiwat, but you're nothing more than a wannabe."

"You see bullshit, I see tradition," Lucas proclaimed. "I was raised with these values, and carry them with me."

"The warrior you carry in your heart is ego based, nothing more than a mere pretender. You don't walk the warrior path, nor understand what it takes to be on it."

"You calling me a fake?" Lucas's lips curled into a sneer.

"I'm saying you're a fighter, not a warrior, Lucas. So It's about time you stopped pretending."

"If anyone's pretending, It's you," he said. "But time will reveal who the true warrior is." 

Rather than disperse, the words seemed to hang in the air, making the atmosphere tense and uncomfortable. No more words were exchanged between the two, just a tangible hostility that cloaked them. Still and unmoving they sat, impatiently waiting as midnight crept closer.

* * * *

Now clothed in a fresh pair of panties, peach sweatpants and a pullover hoodie, Claudia was anxiously waiting to be released. Sitting on the edge of the exam table, she thought of all she had been through that evening, an invisible weight seeming to press against her already weary body.

With Mona and Big John out in the hallway speaking with the doctor, she had been left alone in the examination room, body shivering slightly as the vent above her blew out cold air.

Lowering her gaze to the pamphlet in her hand, she focused her gaze on the words, slowly making out the headline that was in bold caps:

Recovery: How To Survive Sexual Assault

Still in disbelief that she was even a victim of rape, Claudia refused to open the pamphlet, not wanting to read the words that were printed. They would probably be bullshit anyways, telling her that 'healing took time,' and to 'forgive herself' or something ridiculously similar. 

The truth of it was, she didn't blame herself her one bit, but she was regretful of not putting up a good enough fight. Just laying there beneath him had made it far too easy, as if she were just an inanimate object to be used and then thrown away. And that was exactly what she felt like right now, just a contaminated receptacle of little worth.

Thinking back to the physical exam, she recalled how humiliating it had been, photographs taken not only of her bruised neck, but also her most intimate region. Then she'd been invaded by the speculum, that cold, duck-billed apparatus which had callously spread her apart. 

The exam seemed to last forever, but after finally coming to an end, Claudia had been given emergency contraception, as well as STI testing before speaking with the police. 

Instead of giving her peace of mind, however, the police report she'd filed only made her feel hopeless. Rather than show genuine concern, the detectives seemed apathetic, as if simply going through the motions of police duty. 'It will be investigated,' one had told her before they'd exited the room, but their indifferent demeanor had clearly suggested otherwise. 

Having spent the last two hours in the cold, sterile exam room, Claudia was more than ready to go home. She wanted to take a shower, then soak in a bath before going to sleep, and maybe if she was lucky she wouldn't ever wake up. 

Just as the dark thought entered her head, the door opened to reveal her mother and Big John, followed by Ethan and Kimi. Trailing right behind were Lucas and Tristan, both weary and stressed with despaired looks. 

As soon as Tristan reached the exam table, he pulled her into a hug, holding her so long and tight that their bodies seemed to meld. It wasn't until he finally pulled away that Claudia saw the tears in his eyes, features downturned as he gazed at her face. 

"How you doing, bunny?" He asked.

Claudia shrugged, not knowing what to say in return, but as Tristan looked deeper into her eyes with heavy concern, she felt her lip quiver and swallowed hard to keep back the tears.

"We need to her home," Mona said while rubbing her daughter's arm. "You think you can walk, sugarplum, or you need a wheelchair to help you out?"

"Wheelchair," Claudia softly replied. "I'm still in pain so I don't think I can walk."

"I'll see if I can find one," Big John said, heading out of the room and into the hospital corridor.

Moments later he returned with a nurse, who rolled in a wheelchair that lightly squeaked. But just as she was preparing to transfer Claudia into it, Lucas stepped forward to do it instead. 

"I can handle it," he said to the nurse before lifting Claudia in his arms, and after gingerly placing her in the chair fitted with wheels, clasped the handles so he could push her out.

Tristan's face hardened, eyes focusing on Lucas with purposeful intensity. But Lucas remained behind Claudia, hands gripping the handles as he wheeled her forward. Tristan trailed them closely, followed by Mona and Big John. Last out of the room where Ethan and Kimi, and as a group they all headed down the corridor, making their way to the elevators before getting on. 

On reaching the first floor they got off the elevator and headed for the exit, making their way across the parking lot and towards Big John's Chevy Blazer. Since it was high off the ground, Big John and Mona assisted Claudia in climbing up, keeping a close eye on her until she was secure in the seat. 

After closing the door behind her, Big John slid behind the wheel, while Mona sat beside him in the passenger's seat. 

Rolling down the window so she could say goodbye, Claudia waved to her friends and Tristan, but before the car could back up and drive away, Ethan and Kimi stepped towards it. Leaning down to look into the car, Kimi grabbed Claudia's hand and held it in hers. 

"Call me tomorrow, alright?" she asked, and as Claudia nodded in reply, she stepped away, allowing Tristan to be next. 

"My phone will be on all night, next to my pillow," he said while poking his head through the window. "So if you need to call for any reason at all, just give me a ring and I'll pick up."

"Okay," she responded. 

"I love you," he said, then placed a kiss to the back of her hand.

"Love you too," Claudia softly said. 

Reluctantly, Tristan pulled back and away from the car, but rather than turn his back and head off, he continued to watch her through the window. Then suddenly Lucas stepped forward, popping his head through the open car window. 

His hand reached for hers, enveloping its smallness in his larger palm. But it was the softness of his eyes, the way he gazed so deeply that made her pay attention. 

"You know I'll always be here for you, right?" 

With a nod of her head, Claudia told him she did. 

"And you remember the promise I gave you in the hospital room?"

"Yes."

"Good." Maintaining strong eye contact, Lucas squeezed her hand before letting it go. "I keep my promises, Claude. Just know that."

She gave one last nod before watching him pull away, then shifted her gaze to Tristan who still stood there quietly watching. Backing the car up slowly, Big John eased out of the parking space, then took off down the parking lot and towards the exit that led out. 

Claudia knew Tristan and Lucas were still watching, rooted to the spot as they watched the Chevy accelerate. But she didn't have the energy to turn her head and look at them, so instead she closed her eyes, easing out a sigh of pure exhaustion. 

Leaning her head against the window, Claudia felt hopelessness begin to take over. She told herself she wouldn't cry, and to her surprise she didn't shed a tear. But her body did the weeping for her, still raw and wounded from the brutal assault.

* * * * 

It was half past midnight when Lucas arrived home, stepping into a house that reeked of pot and cigarette smoke. Completely thrashed from the Halloween party, the living room was an eyesore. Yet rather than get busy at cleaning things up, he headed down the hallway, soles of his boots brushing beer cans that had been carelessly littered.

On reaching his bedroom he turned on the light, then walked inside and towards his bed.

Although he didn't want to look at it he did so anyways, eyeing the blood stained sheet that covered the queen size mattress. 

Sickened by the dime-sized spots of blood, Lucas yanked the sheet off, throwing it aside where it landed on the carpet. He then grabbed the pillows and threw them off the bed as well, before taking hold of the mattress and sliding it off the wood platform. After maneuvering it through the doorway he took it towards the front door, sliding it out onto the porch before lifting it up and over his head. 

Effortlessly he carried it to his pickup truck, and after placing it into the flatbed, returned to the house and back to his bedroom. As soon as he had the sheets and pillows in his arms he exited the room and went back to the front, this time locking the door before stepping out onto the porch. Just as he'd done with the mattress, Lucas placed the bedclothes into the flatbed. He climbed into the cab of his pickup truck and started the old engine, giving it a minute to steady itself before backing out of the driveway.




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 14



Eager to reach his destination, Lucas pressed heavy on the gas, not easing up for even a second as he travelled the narrow reservation road. Twenty minutes later he was pulling off the dirt path, veering into a clearing with sparse, patchy grass. 

Known as the reservation's dumping ground, the area was a tangle of trash, abandoned cars, old TV's, and drug paraphernalia. Lucas remembered hearing that it was place where kids came to get high, but at present moment it was completely abandoned, desolate and eerily silent. 

It didn't take long for Lucas to unload the back of his pickup, pulling out the queen sized mattress and stained sheets before throwing them to the ground. He then retrieved a gas can as well as a box of matches, and after dousing the mattress and sheets in the flammable liquid, tossed a match to light them on fire. 

Deep yellow with a tint of orange, the flames illuminated Lucas's form, outlining his six- foot-two frame as he stood there watching the fire build. In less than a minute the fire had consumed the mattress, as well as the bedclothes which were piled on top. Although satisfied by the sight, there was also a sadness he felt, a deep, overwhelming solemnness that hit him right at the core.

It had been Claudia's blood on those sheets, as well as her pain and suffering that had been spilled out along with it. She had been violated in the worst way, overpowered by a devilish stranger who hadn't given a damn about her dignity, hadn't cared in the slightest that he was damaging a sweet girl with a bright future. Along with her peace of mind, Claudia's soul was undoubtedly wounded, and realizing that the girl he loved was hurting in a very intense way, Lucas felt a pained keening begin to spread through his chest.

Although they were no longer a couple, in Lucas's heart, Claudia was still his girl. He felt a bond to her that couldn't be explained, a love that held strong and only increased with time. And when you unconditionally loved another person, it went without saying that you'd do anything for them.

Leaping higher, the flames seemed to intensify, charring the mattress and sheets to a blackened form. The scent they released was strong, sliding into Lucas's nostrils and watering his eyes. Concentrating on the smoke that curled up into the pitch-black sky, Lucas pondered what his next move for Claudia would be. Of course he knew that Tristan would be there for her, as well as Kimi, Ethan, her mother and Big John, but she needed him in her corner too. 

Leaning against the side of his truck, Lucas watched as the flames burned hotter, enclosing his form with its overbearing heat. Intensifying by the second, the heat wormed its way beneath his epidermis, seeking out the flesh beneath as if wishing to melt it down. Yet no matter how hot it felt from where he was standing, he knew that being in the flames was even worse. 

Metaphorically, Claudia was in the flames right now, and it was then that Lucas came to the realization that he could be one of the people to pull her out. The fire was too large for her to extinguish alone, too hot for her to handle without sizeable assistance. But the flames would eventually die down, and once smothered, her healing would truly begin.

It would take strength, courage, and lots of patience to help her get there, but Lucas's spirit was strong, and of a true Native warrior. He may have failed to protect her against being raped, but he would be damned if the person who hurt her went unpunished. A real man lived with death at his side, and dared to do the seemingly impossible. 

Now charred beyond recognition, the mattress and bedclothes were nothing more than soot, blowing off into the wind and to some unknown far away place. Closing his eyes, Lucas took a moment to simply be still, the wind slipping through his hair and blowing behind him like a long, black curtain. 

Focusing on his breathing he reminded himself to keep a clear head, to maintain self-control as it was imperative to capturing his "prey". 

Then slowly he opened his eyes, and seeing that the fire still burned around the pile of blackened debris, Lucas retrieved a jug of water from his truck. As soon as the water hit the fire it sizzled, steam rising and clouds of smoke lifting up. Now completely extinguished it let out a faint hiss, then one last puff of steam before dying out. 

Turning his back, Lucas threw the jug into the now empty flatbed, then climbed behind the wheel before starting up the engine. He took off slowly, veering onto the dirt road that led home. Covered with a blanket of bright stars, the sky stretched endlessly above him.

* * * *

"You don't have to go back, you know." Watching as Claudia packed her duffel bag, Mona stood with a sad look on her face.

"Mom, don't be ridiculous," Claudia said while zipping the travel bag. "Of course I'm going back, It's university. I can't just drop out and do nothing."

"I didn't mean for you to drop out," Mona replied. "I just thought you might want to take some extra time to heal before returning."

"I don't have extra time," she said. "Tests and projects are waiting. If I don't return now, I'll flunk them all."

"But I talked to the dean and she said it would be okay. I told her your situation and she agreed that taking a leave of absence would be a good idea."

"You told her?" Claudia's eyes narrowed at her mother, face tightening as she stared her down. "Great, mom. Just wonderful. Now my private business is out there."

"You have nothing to be ashamed about," Mona replied. "She was very understanding and actually encouraged me to have you stay home."

"Well I'm not staying home, I'm going back. I worked too hard to get into university, so I'll be damned if I take more than three days off."

Packed and ready to go, Claudia hoisted her duffel bag onto her shoulder. She never got the chance to cross the threshold however, because Mona stood rigidly at it.

"It's too soon, baby." Her hand lifted to Claudia's shoulder, gently resting upon it. "You need time to heal."

"Mom, stop. I have to go."

"At least take a few weeks off," Mona begged. "Then you could start right back, without any penalizations."

"Mom, please. Tristan is on his way."

Hesitantly, Mona moved aside, watching as Claudia walked down the hall. But soon enough Claudia was thwarted from going any further, because Big John was blocking the front door.

"Oh God, not you too." Claudia let out an irritated sigh.

"You really should listen to your mother, Claudia." With arms folded in front of his wide chest, Big John gave her a serious look. "She loves you and wants you to truly get better. We both do, and are deeply concerned."

"I don't know why everyone is making such a big deal," Claudia said. "Four days have passed since the party. I'm better. I can handle going back to school."

"You aren't better, both your mother and I can see that. But since you're insistent on leaving, then I guess we have to let you go."

"Please do," Claudia said. "I'm an adult and this is my decision, so I'd really appreciate if you could just let me go."

Blowing out a breath of frustrated air, Big John took a step away from the door. He then slowly opened it so Claudia could step out, and with a look on his face that conveyed resignation, waited for her to pass. Now walking into the living room, Mona came to stand beside Big John. 

For a moment she and Claudia locked eyes with each other, seeming to study the expression that each one wore. Then stepping forward with a somewhat sad look on her face, Claudia threw her arms around Mona, drawing her into a tight hug. Returning the love, Mona hugged her daughter back, then kissed her on the cheek before beginning to cry. 

"Please don't cry," Claudia said while continuing to embrace her, but Mona only sobbed harder at the words.

Claudia felt her own eyes well up, and soon she was letting out tears as well, but before she could go into a full-on cry, she heard the sound of Tristan's car pull into the driveway.

"I gotta go," she said while quickly pulling back from Mona, and after giving Big John a hug as well, she was out the door and walking down the porch steps. 

"Call me when you arrive at the dorm," Mona called after her.

With a nod of her head, Claudia conveyed that she would, but she didn't dare look back, in fear it would only make her more emotional.

As Claudia reached the car, Tristan got out and took her duffel bag, tossing it into the backseat. But on seeing that her cheeks were wet with tears, he cupped her pretty face in his hands. 

"Hey, bunny. Are you alright?"

"Fine." She swallowed past the ache in her throat, then lowered her eyes, but this only made Tristan all the more interested. 

"Talk to me," he said. "Did you just have a flashback?"

"No." 

"Well are you uncomfortable about leaving home? Because if you are, It's completely fine. Whatever you decide I'll support you."

"I'm not uncomfortable," Claudia said. "And everything is going to be fine. So let's get in the car and drive, alright Tristan?"

She reached for the passenger door, but before she could open it, Tristan did. Once she was seated he closed it behind her, then walked around to the driver's side. Yet instead of sliding behind the wheel, he took a moment to speak with Mona and Big John. As they spoke, Claudia watched them, observing the way they were huddled together. 

She didn't like the way they spoke in hushed tones, as if everyone except for her was privy to the words they were speaking. Knowing full well they were discussing her, Claudia gave them a hard look. But it apparently went completely unnoticed, because the conversation continued on. 

Ten minutes passed before the conversation came to an end, and after giving both Mona and Big John a hug, Tristan opened the driver's door and slid behind the wheel.

"What was that all about?" Claudia asked as he started the engine.

"Your mom was just giving me some advice," Tristan said. "She wanted to make sure I was informed, that's all."

"Informed about what?" 

"The flashbacks, insomnia, and frequent showering."

"You already knew about the flashbacks," Claudia replied. "But as for the insomnia and showering, I think she's exaggerating just a little."

"Well I still think It's good she told me." Now backing out of the driveway, Tristan maneuvered the huge 70's vehicle onto the street. "I mean you've been to yourself pretty much these past four days, so It's not like I knew what to expect."

"I wasn't trying to avoid you," Claudia said. "I just needed the time to myself." 

"I know," Tristan replied, and grabbing her hand, held onto it as he drove. "I think It's really good that you did that, by the way."

"Thanks for your support," Claudia said. And thank you for hanging around the extra three days to drive me back. I know It's a Wednesday and right in the middle of a school week, so I really appreciate you missing class."

"Not a problem, bunny." Leaning in for a kiss, he touched his lips to Claudia's soft ones. But instead of kissing him back with enthusiasm, Claudia's mouth felt stiff against his own.

Pulling back quickly, Tristan looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry. Guess It's too soon to kiss you, huh?" 

"It just feels a little funny," Claudia said. "Like I'm doing something I'm not supposed to."

Tristan's eyes saddened, face going slack at her statement. It made Claudia feel terrible knowing she had caused him pain, but it made her feel weird to be kissed by him. The worst part of it was, she desperately wanted to connect in that way. But something within her was objecting, not allowing her to enjoy the intimate gesture. 

"It's okay, I understand." Still holding her hand, he gave it a gentle squeeze. "We'll take it slow, no rush."

Relieved that he wasn't angry, Claudia squeezed his hand back and settled against her seat. Soon they were approaching Highway 2, then veering onto it before accelerating. With hands still clasped together, they pushed on towards the city.



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 15



Late for class the third week in a row, Claudia rushed down the hall and towards her natural sciences class. Slippery from being polished, the linoleum floors stretched endlessly ahead. It was a long, intimidating hallway, lined with door after door that was identified with numbers.

Finally reaching the large, double doors that led into class, Claudia took a moment to even out her breathing. Her hair, which was piled into a high, messy ponytail, had tendrils which fell loosely around her makeupless face. 

She looked terribly un-put together and was self-conscious of her appearance, but attending class was clearly most important, so she entered the drafty lecture hall.

Claudia tried to sneakily enter, walking slowly and quietly towards a seat a few rows down. Luckily for her, the professor's back was facing her, chalk scribbling across the blackboard as he wrote down a diagram. He still sensed her presence, however, because his voice suddenly filled the classroom. 

"I do not tolerate tardiness."

Sternly deep, the professor's tone caused everyone to glance Claudia's way, which in turn caused a flush to spread beneath her dark brown skin. Walking hurriedly to an open seat, she avoided the numerous stares that followed her, wishing like hell that she had a special cloak which would render her invisible, like in Harry Potter. 

Only once she was seated and opening her notebook did the embarrassment fade away, but as the professor turned to face the class, she noticed he immediately zeroed in on her.

"You're late again, Ms. Strauss."

"Sorry, Professor Andrews. I slept through my alarm this morning."

"*Again*." His tone conveyed annoyance, eyes gazing sternly from beneath graying brows. 

"It's the last time this will happen," Claudia assured him. "I'll be early on Monday, I promise." 

With an unblinking stare he regarded her seriously, then grunted beneath his breath before returning his gaze to the blackboard. Easing out a quiet breath, Claudia relaxed in her seat, then got busy at taking notes. 

I'll be on time Monday, she thought to herself. This will stop, it won't become a regular habit.

But of course it already had, and as she sat scribbling notes, uneasiness settled in.

* * * *

By the time lecture ended, Claudia's hand was cramped from writing. She didn't remember the details of the lecture, just that it had something to do with RNA polymerization. Normally she would have been engrossed, as biology had always been one of her favorite subjects, but for some reason her mind had been elsewhere. 

Talking filled the room as students packed up, stuffing their backpacks with textbooks before heading for the doors. Following suit Claudia did exactly the same, but before she could reach the double doors that led out, someone tapped her lightly on the shoulder. 

Turning her head, she saw it was her professor, face unsmiling and expression surly as he gestured for her to follow him. Since the lecture hall was tiered, they had to take steps down to his desk, which was a state of the art setup complete with a built-in computer.

Doors slammed and the classroom emptied, voices echoing in the hallway as students headed off. But Claudia was unable to do the same, because the professor now had her at his desk. 

"Alright Claudia, speak to me." Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the professor looked her straight in the eyes. "It's the third week now you've been late to my class. Why has this become a pattern for you?"

"I haven't been getting much sleep," Claudia responded. "And as a result I've been sleeping through my alarm."

"Why haven't you been getting much sleep?" 

"I have insomnia," she stated. "So I don't fall asleep until after midnight, sometimes not even until two a.m."

"Is it the stress of being a freshman that's causing this insomnia? Because if so, you should speak with a counselor."

"I'm pretty sure It's a passing thing. I've heard that exercise helps, so I'll probably try that out."

"Up until a week ago you weren't late at all, Claudia. In fact, you were always one of the first in your seat. Something changed since then, and I'm trying to find out just what it is."

"Like I said, I've got insomnia."

"But besides the insomnia, something else has changed too." 

Noting the way he was carefully studying her, Claudia shifted on her feet.

"You don't ask questions as often as you used to, and instead of sitting in the front, you've taken to occupying seats in the back rows."

"I just felt like switching up. No particular reason why I do, It's just what I like right now."

"But since the first day of school you've been in the front. Three months without switching up, and now all of a sudden you just feel like being in the back?"

"Yeah." 

"My best students sit in the front rows, Claudia. You are one of my best students, or at least you were up until a week ago."

Swallowing nervously, Claudia felt a knot form in her stomach. "You aren't kicking me out of the class, are you?"

"No, I'm not," he responded. "But I am giving you a warning to shape up, because the last two quizzes I've given you barely passed."

"Yeah, about that. I was hoping you'd give me a chance to retake them."

"No retakes, Ms. Strauss. You bomb a quiz, you bomb it."

Biting her lip, Claudia looked shamefaced.

"I'd like for you to see a counselor, Claudia. I get the feeling you're dealing with something personal, and I feel It's imperative that you get it worked out."

"There's nothing to work out, Professor Andrews. I can handle the coursework, I just need to get on track with my sleep schedule."

"And It's only the insomnia you're dealing with? There aren't any other issues you need to talk about?"

Noticing how intently the professor was eyeing her, Claudia felt as if she were under an X-ray. She began to wonder if he sensed what was wrong with her, but of course that was a silly thought. Her being raped was a secret, something only her family and friends knew. It wasn't as if Professor Andrews could read her mind, so why was she worried that he had figured things out?

"Claudia?" Now giving her a concerned look, the professor's eyes had visibly softened. "If there's something you'd like to tell me, you can say it. Or if preferred you can speak with a counselor, but It's clear to me that you're dealing with something." 

"But I'm not." Claudia shook her head. "It's insomnia, that's it. And I promise I'll do what it takes to get back on track."

"Alright, Claudia." Easing out a soft sigh, he slipped his hands into his pockets. "You do what you need to get the insomnia under control, and I'll see you back here on Monday."

"Definitely," Claudia responded. "I won't be late. I promise."

Claudia turned and headed for the door, feeling the teacher's eyes on her as she walked. Once out in the hall, she closed the door behind her, then leaned up against it for a few moments. As students walked by, she noticed they were excitedly chatting, a few even laughing and horsing around. While their world seemed to be all sunshine and flowers, hers was gray skies and sprinkles. 

While she wasn't exactly sad, she wasn't feeling joyous either. In-between was the best way to describe it, maybe even numb and a bit closed off. It had been two weeks since the assault had happened and she did still sometimes feel anger, but the crying spells had stopped, and she hadn't had a nightmare for days. 

Still buzzing with activity, the hallway pulsed with collegiate energy, seeming to both beckon and intimidate Claudia all at once. Knowing she couldn't stay still forever, she willed herself to move into the crowd, gradually weaving her way into the throng of

moving students. Like a school of fish they moved along, Claudia in the midst and moving with the rest of the pack. 

* * * * 

Scanning the various soups that were on display, Claudia stood in the dining hall, trying to decide between clam chowder and tomato bisque. Buffet-style, the lunch service on the campus was extensive, featuring various soups, pasta, salads, and roast meats. 

Finally deciding on the clam chowder, Claudia filled a bowl with the creamy soup. She placed a buttered roll on her tray as well, then grabbed a bottle of water before heading to a table. 

Her eyes scanned the tables in the dining room, seeing if Tristan, Kimi, and Ethan were anywhere in sight, but on noticing that they weren't, Claudia headed for an empty table. As she was walking, her bottle of water fell off the tray, making a dull noise as it reached the ground and rolled across the floor. Following behind it, Claudia watched it continue beneath a table and hit someone's boot, which in turn led them to reach down and retrieve it from the floor. 

Noticing that the person in question was a Native American male, Claudia watched as he rose from his seat, then headed over to where she stood. Tall with shaggy hair that fell across his forehead, he reminded Claudia of the rapist; so much that a sick feeling began to build in her stomach. But of course it couldn't be the rapist, because he was back on the reservation, five hours away. 

But if what it was somehow him? What if by some chance he actually attended her school and was watching her every move, waiting to violate her again?

Paranoia, she told herself. You're traumatized, making up ridiculous scenarios that don't even make sense.

Frozen to the spot, Claudia studied him intently, noting that his shoulders were broad, and build lightly muscular just like the rapist's. Since his face had been obscured by skeleton makeup, there wasn't a lot she could identify about her attacker's features, but his eyes had stayed with her - so cold and sadistic that merely imagining them gave her the chills.

Focusing on the guy who now approached her, Claudia stared at his face to see if his eyes bore any similarity. Her heart beat quickly as she did it, feet poised and ready to flee if there happened to be a resemblance. 

It wasn't until he was standing in front of her, however, that she realized this guy had eyes that were warm and friendly, rather than vacant and dead. 

"Here you go." Stretching out his arm, he handed Claudia the bottle of water.

"Thanks," she replied while accepting it, and after watching him turn on his heel and return to the table, she headed off to find seating of her own.

Once at a table, she opened her bottle of water and took a sip, relishing its crisp, fresh taste. But on reaching for her spoon to enjoy her clam chowder, it was then that she suddenly realized her hand was lightly shaking. 

Setting the spoon back down, Claudia gave herself a moment to calm down. She took in a deep breath, then slowly let it out before relaxing her posture. Only then did she once again reach for the utensil, and this time the shake was gone. But her heart was still beating quickly, pressing against her chest as it thumped out a beat.

* * * *

As the very last class of the day came to an end, Claudia packed up her textbooks and left, hurrying into the hall that was filed with students. Not wanting to look anyone in the face, she kept her eyes straight ahead, shoulders hunched and lips pressed tight. A feeling of disappointment had taken her over, so heavy it weighed her shoulders down. Upon exiting the heated building and going out into the cold, she headed for the student affairs office, which was clear across campus and a fifteen minute walk.  

En route to visit the Dean, Claudia couldn't stop thinking about her academic status, the letter she'd received in hand as she reluctantly trudged forward. 

Academic probation... Just thinking of the words in the letter made her deeply depressed. Cumulative GPA less than 2.0...How the hell had that happened? She'd always been a perfect student! Possibility of suspension. All of her hard work was going down the drain, and right along with it, any hope of a good future.

Her academic failure wasn't just a fluke, either, as she knew a pattern was emerging, slowly affecting not only her collegiate experience but also personal life. And the worst part of it was, she didn't know how to put a stop to it. 

Usually fully in control of her life, Claudia felt frustration, even hopelessness at the situation which had led to her current predicament. But from the outside nobody would guess what she was feeling, because the emotions were tightly bottled up.

On reaching the student affairs office, Claudia entered the brick building, heading straight for the desk where students checked in. After letting the receptionist know the purpose of her visit, Claudia was escorted to the Dean's office, which was down a carpeted hall that was decorated with tree-like plants. 

On reaching the spacious office the receptionist gestured for Claudia to enter, and with trepidation, she did exactly that.

Seated behind a stately oak desk, the dean watched Claudia, his gaze so powerful it made her unsettled. Made of tufted burgundy material, the high back chair which held his form only added to his intimidating presence.

With his Orville Redenbacher-esque bow tie, and well-cut suit that perfectly covered his form, the dean had the look of one who belonged to high-brow culture. Appearing to be in his late fifties, he gave her a gentle smile, then folded his hands on the desk before speaking.

"Thank you for coming in today, Claudia."

"Not a problem." Her voice was low, body stiff as she sat in the leather armchair. 

"I assume you understand the reason for my calling you in today."

She nodded, then glanced at the letter in her hand before gazing back up at him. "I'm on academic probation."

"That's right," he said. "And just to let you know, your mother contacted me three weeks ago. She informed me about a situation you recently suffered through, so I am aware of the circumstances which led to your declining grades."

"Circumstances?" Claudia tightened her hold on the letter.

"Yes, Claudia." His eyes softened as he looked at her. "You're having some issues in your personal life, and as a result your grades have dropped. 

"Yeah, I know they're really horrible and I'm in danger of being kicked out but I really would appreciate if you gave me another chance."

"You're still a student here at University of Montana, Claudia. The letter is merely a warning, a notice that your status has declined."

"Then I'll work really hard and get my grades back up."

"I'm sure you will, Claudia," he responded. "But in addition to working on your grades, I recommend that you get counseling, perhaps even take a bit of time off."

"But why?" Her face had fallen, posture rigid with worry.

"Because you've been through a traumatic experience. And in cases such as yours, we recommend that students take a leave of absence."

But It's only been three and a half months since I started university. I have the rest of November, as well as December left to go before the end of the semester." 

"I know," the dean replied. "But you aren't mentally capable of handling your courses right now, and I really think you need time to properly heal before taking on the commitment of college."

"What do you mean I'm not mentally capable?" 

"Perhaps that came out wrong." The dean's eyes shifted, then came back to hers as he fished for the right words. "You're traumatized, Claudia. And you need time off to make a proper recovery."

"You keep using that word, traumatized. But the truth of it is, I'm not even that bothered."

Disbelief spread across his face, gaze further softening as he looked at Claudia.

"I'm working through it fine, I just need a few weeks to prove that I can handle being here. To put in some studying so that my grades can improve."

"What about counseling?" The dean asked. "Have you given any thought to that?"

"No, and I don't see why I should," Claudia responded. "I'll be fine, I don't need any professional help."

"I've talked to a few of your professors, Claudia. And they all told me you've had issues with spacing out."

"I might daydream from time to time, but I wouldn't exactly say that I space out."

"So you have no problems concentrating, then...you find all of your classes manageable, is that it?"

"Well clearly I'm having some trouble that's why my grades are down. But I really think this whole thing is being blown out of proportion. I mean, they're making it seem as if I don't pay attention at all."

"You obviously need a break, Claudia. And I'm going to place you on a mandatory leave of absence."

"Whoa, wait a minute. It's now mandatory?" 

"Due to the fact your mother is extremely concerned, as well as recommendations from three of your four professors, yes I am making it mandatory."

"But don't I have any say?" Now in knots, her stomach was steadily tightening. "At least give me a second chance."

"I'm sorry Claudia, but in cases like these a break from school is usually necessary."

"But you can't force me to do it. I have to like agree, or at least sign consent, right?"

"Your academic probation is reason enough for a suspension, but if you take the leave of absence, it will not go on your record."

Knowing she was being forced into the situation, Claudia looked past the dean, gazing out the window behind him. She could see students milling around, hanging in small groups while chattering and laughing with one another. 

They seemed so relaxed and happy and she envied that, wishing her own life was as carefree as her fellow students. But two weeks ago everything had changed and now here she was, being forced out of school and into a leave of absence. 

"Claudia..." The dean's voice broke through her thoughts. "I know this is all a shock and that you're rather upset right now. So instead of putting all your classes on hold, why don't we enroll you in some distance learning courses? That way you'll still be earning credits while on your leave of absence."

"I guess," Claudia said. "But I'd rather not leave university at all. I mean It's really important to me that I finish on time."

"Well, perhaps we can work something out for that to happen. But at present moment, this is the best option I can think of."

"I do like the idea of still being able to take classes while away," Claudia said. "But what about exams, and end of the year finals. How would I take those?" 

"We have a testing center here for distance learning students," he said. "You would come in on the required day, take the test, and then go back home."

"Well I guess that would be okay," Claudia said. "I mean I'm not crazy about having to return home for two months, but so long as I'm still taking classes then I'm fine with it."

"Good," the dean said. "You need to be home with your family, not juggling the demands of university while actively dealing with sexual abuse trauma."

"There is no trauma," Claudia replied. "And as I stated before, I'll be just fine."

"Okay, Claudia." Lifting a gold plated pen in his fingers, the dean scribbled his signature across a paper. "As of next Monday, you are officially on a three month leave of absence. An email will be sent to you over the weekend, providing information about your change in student status, as well as a link to the distance learning website."

"Alright," Claudia said. "Is there anything else I need to know?" 

"No, this is it." Setting his pen down, the dean pushed his chair back and stood to his feet. "We look forward to having you back as an on-campus student, Claudia. But until then, take care."

"Thank you, Dean Wakefield." She held out her hand for him to shake. 

"Be well, young lady. And I'll see you back here in March."

Claudia turned and left the office, walking down the carpeted hall before reaching the door which led outside. As soon as the cold air hit her, she tightened her scarf around her neck, eyes scanning the campus before her as she solemnly walked towards her dorm. 




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 15



Although somewhat hopeful, she felt a kind of overwhelming powerlessness, a weakened state of being that detached her from the world. Things had changed and deep down inside she knew it, but on the surface she was lying to herself. 

Previously carefree and extremely studious, Claudia was now a numb person who was unable to properly concentrate. A pervading sadness held tight to her spirit, causing her to turn inward and feel depressed. 

She had no purpose now, no sense of direction or positivity. And most of all she felt shame, as well as disgust at her status as a sex abuse victim. But suddenly, a most unsettling thought passed through her mind. 

Was she still carrying remnants of the rapist's semen inside of her, and if so, how long would it take until it had all been expelled?

Seeming to have come completely out of nowhere, the thought caused her stomach to heave. It seemed improbable that she was carrying anything more than a miniscule amount, but even so, that was more than enough to make her literally nauseous. 

She remembered hearing some years ago that sperm lived in your vagina for seven days, and coming to the realization that she still had yet to be tested for pregnancy, Claudia felt panic flash through her body. 

Oh, God. What if I am?

Walking briskly and with a weighted chest, Claudia headed straight for the campus store, breath puffing in the cold air as she wove around students who were in her path. 

* * * *

A blast of warm air was flowing generously from the vents above, filling Claudia and Kimi's dorm room with a pleasant coziness. But Claudia felt chilled to the bone, and impatiently waited for the results of her pregnancy test. With three minutes now elapsed, she lifted the test stick and gazed at the window. Disappointingly, however, the clock symbol was still blinking, indicating the results weren't quite in. 

Setting the test back down, she released a sign and sat on the toilet, but as the sound of the dorm door closing reached her ears, Claudia waited for Kimi to appear. A few minutes passed before she heard Kimi's footsteps, then the sound of the bathroom door creaking as it was fully opened.

"Claudia?" Stepping into the bathroom, Kimi gazed at her solemn friend. "What's up, hon? Why are you hanging out in here?" 

Claudia gestured towards the pregnancy test, which sat perched on the ledge of the sink.

"Positive or negative?"

A shake of the head told Kimi that Claudia wasn't certain, so Kimi decided to have a look for herself. Nearly a minute passed before Kimi glanced up from the test, proclaiming the result that was displayed on the small window.

"It's negative, Claude. You're fine, you aren't pregnant!"

Rising to her feet, Claudia took the test from Kimi, wanting to see with her own eyes that the negative result was real. To her relief it was, and embracing Kimi with a tight hug, let out a huge breath she had been holding in.

"Oh God, I am so glad for you." Returning the hug with gusto, Kimi closed her eyes in relief.

"I don't know if It's real, though." Now pulling back from Kimi, Claudia's face was once again worried. "My period isn't due for another four days, so it could be a false result."

"Possibly," Kimi replied. "But let's just think positive and hope for the best, alright?"

Claudia nodded, but her stomach was twisting in a mix of nervousness and worry. 

"Let's go out and do something," Kimi said. "Take a walk off campus and get a bite at Chubbie's."

"I'm not hungry," Claudia replied.

"Then we'll go shopping for new clothes. Ethan got paid today and gave me some money, so I'll get you a new outfit at that vintage shop."

"Thanks, but I'm not in the mood."

"Well how about I call Tristan, then? He can come over and you spend time with you, while Ethan and I go over to their dorm.

"I doubt Tristan wants to see me."

"Of course he does. He loves being around you."

"But we haven't had sex for three weeks," Claudia said. 

"Well of course not," Kimi replied. "You were raped three weeks ago, Claude. It's still too soon, so why the hell would he expect it?"

"He doesn't," she said. "But I can tell he really misses it and I'm starting to wonder if he'll get it somewhere else."

"Tristan wouldn't cheat on you, Claude." Shaking her head, Kimi confirmed her statement. "He's not that type of guy, and you know it."

"We used to have sex everyday," Claudia said. "And now all I can do is let him kiss me, or occasionally touch me through clothing. He's getting bored, Kimi. I can tell that he wants to break up."

"Oh honey, no way. Tristan loves you, he doesn't care about sex."

Claudia gave Kimi a look of disbelief.

"Well okay, so maybe he does care about it. But he certainly Isn't going to dump you just because you're unable to get physical with him."

"But It's ruining our relationship." 

"Nope." Her voice came out firm. "That boy loves you to death, Claude. He is not going anywhere."

A part of Claudia desperately wanted to believe, yet at the same time her insecurity made her doubt that it was true. 

"Even if he was the cheating type, he's way too awkward to go after women," Kimi said. "I mean can you imagine him trying to pick one up?"

"What about Shauna?" Claudia asked. "I'm sure if he wanted to, she'd be more than willing."

"He won't do it," Kimi affirmed." He would rather cut his own arm off first before betraying you like that."

Tristan did love her. Of this much, Claudia knew was true. But she couldn't help the nagging feeling that he was growing tired of their limited contact, and in her mind, he was at least thinking of alternative options.

"This conversation is over," Kimi said. "So stop trying to convince yourself that Tristan will cheat, and come out with me so we can hang out downtown.

Still not feeling up to leaving the dorm, Claudia considered telling Kimi that she would stay behind. But knowing her best friend as well as she did, Claudia knew Kimi would nag, not letting up until she gave in. 

"Okay," Claudia said. "Just give me ten minutes and I'll be ready."

"Great," Kimi replied. "We'll hit the vintage store first, and then Chubbie's."

"We sharing a basket of fries, or onion rings this time?" Claudia asked.

"Why not a full meal?" Kimi asked. "I'm treating, so let's spoil ourselves."

"Vintage shopping followed by deliciously unhealthy and fatty food," Claudia said. "You really know how to spoil a girl, don't you?"

"Because you're worth it," Kimi replied.

"You sound like a Loreal commercial," Claudia said with a smirk. 

"If the saying fits," she said with a casual shrug, and grabbing Claudia's hand, led her out of the bathroom and into the main part of their dorm. 

* * * *

"Wow, so you're actually leaving university?" No longer interested in her fries, Kimi stared at Claudia's face.

"Not for good." Claudia had to speak loudly above the noise in the sports bar. "Just until the end of March."

"And you'll definitely be able to continue your classes online while at home?"

"Yep." Retrieving a fry from the basket, Claudia popped it into her mouth. 

"Okay." Seemingly shocked into silence, Kimi grew quiet and averted her gaze, focusing instead on a TV screen that was mounted in a corner of the restaurant.

"I don't want to, of course, but the dean sorta left me with no choice. Said if I didn't take the leave of absence, then he would suspend me for being on academic probation. Which would be worse, because that would go on my record."

"And you didn't think at all to tell me about the trouble with your grades?" The look on Kimi's face was one of amazement.

"I was ashamed." Absentmindedly, she played with the straw in her drink. "I've always been such a good student, that It's pretty embarrassing for me."

"You still should have told me."

"I know. But I figured it would be easier to just stay quiet. To deal with it on my own."

"And was it?" Kimi asked.

"Not at all. In fact it was pretty horrible, because I had no one to talk to."

"So you've learned your lesson," Kimi declared. "Never keep any secrets from your best friend."

"Yeah." Reaching her hand across the table, Claudia took Kimi's palm into her own. 

"Man, It's going to suck without you in university with me."

"The time will go really quick. Before we know it, I'll be back with you in the dorm."

"Tristan will miss you a lot, and he's going to hate not having you around. Might even go stir crazy without having his daily Claudia fix."

"I'll miss him too," she replied. "But we'll see each other every weekend, and whenever I come to campus to take my tests."

"Plus there's Thanksgiving vacation next week, as well as the long winter break in December."

"Exactly. So Tristan and I will have plenty of vacation time to spend together, which will make our time apart in spring more bearable."

"We'll all ride it out just fine." Now optimistic, Kimi gave Claudia a gentle smile. "And the most important thing of all, is that you'll have time to get therapy and heal from the rape. That way when you return to uni in spring, you'll be back to yourself and getting those A's again."

"I thought I explained I was working through it alone, which means I don't need therapy. Everything will be fine, so please stop worrying because I've got my own way of dealing with this."

"Just give it a try, okay?" Kimi's words were soothing, thumb stroking the back of Claudia's hand. "I say this out of love, not bossiness, so don't get the idea that I'm trying to run your life."

"I know you aren't, Kimi. But you're worrying too much." 

"You're my best friend for life, Claude. Which means It's my job to worry, so that's not going to stop."

Claudia knew this of course so she didn't bother with a rebuttal, only sat there and gazed at Kimi's face. They continued to speak but from that point on it was light hearted, consisting of their plans for the upcoming weekend. 

Silverware clinked as the patrons around them ate their meals, talking and laughing filling the air as they socialized merrily. Savoring the taste of their burgers and fries, the two best friends ate while talking. And for that moment in time, Claudia felt like a normal college student again.

* * * *

It had been fifteen minutes since Wanakee and Lucas had locked lips, kisses hot and feverish, filled with a lust that was tangible. Parked on the couch in Wanakee's living room, their mouths seemed unable to stay apart, low moaning noises filling the air as their hands explored and touched most intimate parts. 

Wearing a floral dress with a hem just above the knee, Wanakee's thighs were partially exposed, allowing Lucas's palm to caress them. Gradually the bottom of her dress was pushed higher, exposing a heart tattoo that encircled a name. 'Justin Forever' it proclaimed in bold, yet elegant script, and as Lucas's eyes caught sight of this proclamation, he intently checked it out.

"I didn't know you had a thigh tattoo."

"How would you?" Wanakee asked. "I just barely let you get to second base with me."

Lucas smiled faintly, but his eyes were still cast on Wanakee's tattoo. "So I'm guessing that Ryan is your ex."

"Yeah," Wanakee responded. "Mato's father."

"You ever thought of getting it removed?"

"Sure, but it costs a lot so I haven't gotten around to it yet."

"Well maybe I could help you out," Lucas said. "Give you half the money so you get it removed sooner."

"Yeah, maybe," Wanakee replied, but her tone suggested disinterest, even unease about discussing the topic.

"If you don't want to, you can just say it." 

"It's not that," Wanakee rebutted. "It's just that if I get it removed, it's something I'd rather do with my own money."

"Why?"

"Because It's a personal thing," she said simply, then lowered the hem of her dress so that the tattoo was concealed. 

"Alright, I can respect that." Lucas pushed the thought away and leaned in for another kiss, tongue dancing against hers before they broke for air.

"Your hair is beautiful." Admiring the length and silkiness of it, Wanakee slipped her fingers through his locks. "I've never been with a guy who had it so traditionally long."

"Really?"

She nodded. "I used to beg my ex to grow his out, but he preferred it short so I never got to run my fingers through it."

"Well anytime you like, you can run your fingers through mine," he said. "You can even braid it if you like. But you'll probably have to fight my mom, because every chance she gets, she's brushing or oiling it.

"Can't say I blame her," Wanakee replied. "When Mato gets older and has nice, long hair, you better believe I'll have my fingers in it everyday."

Smiling gently, Lucas caressed her seductively thick thighs. 

"So..." Wanakee started while continuing to touch his waist length hair, "How exactly are you single?"

"What do you mean?" Lucas asked.

"You're handsome, kind, and gentlemanly to boot. So my question is, why the hell are you not already taken?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Lucas could only look blankly at her.

"Come on, there's gotta be a reason." Her eyes slightly narrowed, watching him with intense curiosity. "I think you are taken. At least in your heart, if nothing else." 

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I'm very perceptive," she proclaimed. "I pick up on things beneath the surface, vibes that people give off."

Suddenly feeling uneasy, Lucas swallowed and shifted his gaze. Wanakee, however, placed her fingers beneath his chin, gingerly lifting it up so that his eyes were forced to meet hers. 

"Tell me about her." Wanakee's gaze was inquisitive, brows slightly raised. "What's her name and why aren't you together?"

"Her name is Claudia, and the reason we aren't together is because she's with another guy. I wanted a committed relationship but she wasn't fully into it, so I decided to finally end it and let her be with him."

"Oh." For several long moments, Wanakee remained quiet. "Well she's a fool for not holding onto you."

"Thanks, I appreciate that," Lucas said. "But things are still cool between us, so we've remained pretty good friends." 

Well now it all makes sense," Wanakee said. "I now get how a guy like you is still single."

Gazing questioningly at her, Lucas waited for her to go on.

"Because you *aren't* single," Wanakee declared. "At least not in your heart or mind. You may not be with Claudia in the relationship sense, but your spirit is still attached to her."

Stunned into stillness, Lucas remained perfectly silent. 

"You're probably still in love with her," Wanakee continued, "but it seems you don't fully realize it."

"I do love her," Lucas replied. "But as for being in love..."

"Yes?" Wanakee waited expectantly.

"Look, It's complicated, alright? Talking about my feelings for Claudia with you is making me kind of uncomfortable." 

"Because you know what I'm saying is true..."

"No, because my feelings are private and I'm not ready to fully open up yet."

"But you expect me to open up to you," she said. "At least in the sexual sense."

Offering no rebuttal, he only drew his mouth into a straight line.

"How can I feel comfortable taking a man into my bed if he won't open up and properly share?" She inquired. "My sexual energy is a precious thing, Lucas, and I won't exchange it with just anyone."

Sliding his hand off her thigh, Lucas placed it on his knee and gave her a blank look.

"You have to earn sex with me, it won't be freely given. And in order to get, you have to be willing to give."

"You think all I want you for is sex?" His brows pushed together. "If that was the case, I would have split a long time ago. I wouldn't be sticking around, fixing things up and getting to know Mato."

"You're genuinely interested in me, I know that," she said. "But unless you're willing to share your feelings about this ex-girlfriend, then I can't know if you're in a place to properly be with me. If your feelings are private, It's a sign there's a lack of trust. And that concerns me, Lucas, considering we're moving towards being more intimate."

"I do trust you, Wanakee. It's just that opening up takes time for me."

"Well, having sex takes time for me," she replied. "So I honestly can't see taking things further until you work out your feelings for Claudia."

Shoulder's visibly slumping, Lucas gave her a sad puppy-dog look. 

"I still think you're a great guy, though."

"So what does this mean?" Lucas slowly asked. "Do you not want to hang out with me anymore?"

"I didn't say that," Wanakee responded. "But as far as us being intimate and spending time like this together, I think we should ease up on the meetings and keep things strictly platonic."

"But I like you," Lucas whined. "In a deeper way, not just as a friend."

"I like you too, Lucas, believe me I do. But I don't want something casual, and I don't intend on being the in-between girl."

"You think I would use you?" He asked. "I respect you, Wanakee. And I'm after a true relationship."

"Maybe so," she replied. "But for how long will you want me, Lucas? Until you and Claudia get back together?"

"She really loves her boyfriend, so that won't be happening. But even if by chance they decided to break things off, I wouldn't just dump you to be with her."

"Maybe not," Wanakee said. "But I can't go forth with things between us until I'm sure you're emotionally available."

"Alright, I understand."

Lifting her hand to his face, Wanakee tenderly caressed it. "You're a good man, Lucas. Claudia is damn lucky to have you." 

"But we're not together," he said. "Remember I told you that she has a boyfriend?"

"You know what I mean, Lucas." A sad little smile crossed her lips.

"I still care for you, Wanakee," he responded. "And if you or Mato need anything all, at anytime, I'm here for you both. You understand that, right?"

"I do." She gently nodded while looking into his eyes. 

"If you're okay with me coming by to fix the house up, I'd be more than happy to still do that for you."

"Yeah, that would be nice. And it would give Mato a chance to see you, too."

"Awesome." Lucas faintly smiled. "I hate goodbyes, so I'm really glad we're not doing that."

"No way," she assured him. "You're too cool of a guy to do that. And besides, who else do I know on the rez that will happily repair things in my house for free?"

As he smiled so did she, then they came together in a brief hug. She gave him a kiss on the cheek before pulling away, then buttoned the top of her dress so she was fully covered. 

"If you're still up for lunch, the meatloaf should be finished."

"Course I'm up for it," he replied. "Next to my mom, your cooking is the best."

"Flattery will get you second helpings," she stated. "And maybe even some of that strawberry pie you like."

"Bring it on," Lucas proclaimed while standing up from the couch, and after lending a hand to help Wanakee to her feet, they headed side by side for the kitchen.

* * * *

Five days had elapsed since Claudia had taken the leave of absence. It was strange being home on the rez full-time again, and even weirder taking her classes through an online site, but at least she was still in school and for that much she was grateful. It was a day for giving thanks after all, so she supposed it was appropriate to count that blessing. 

After a day of cooking and preparing the Thanksgiving meal, the house was permeated with the scent of holiday foods, drifting beneath Claudia's bedroom door and saturating the space which surrounded her. Recognizing the smells as turkey, stuffing, and pumpkin pie, she felt her mouth water, followed by a rumbling of the stomach.

Wearing a babydoll dress made of red crushed velvet, Claudia slipped on a pair of knee-high stockings, followed by a pair of thrifted mary-jane shoes. Her hair, which had been twisted into rows along her scalp during the day, now flowed down her back in long, tight curls. 




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 15



Wanting to go light on the makeup, she put on some eyeliner and a coat of mascara, followed by a tad of bronzer that made her beautiful dark skin take on a glow. A coating of clear lip gloss topped off the natural look, and after taking a brief look in her full length mirror, Claudia exited the bedroom. 

Three seconds later she was across the hall and at the door to her mother's room. She knocked once then waited before the door was slowly opened, and as Mona's arm reached out to pull her in, Claudia entered the bedroom.

Only clad in a pair of panties and a basic white bra, Mona's full, pregnant belly caused Claudia's jaw to fall, which in turn caused Mona to smile. 

"Did my belly grow that much more since you last saw it?"

"Yes. Oh my God, It's like huge."

"Well I am nearly five months along."

"Exactly, five months. Is it normal to be that large already, mom? Because I think you might be carrying twins."

"No twins. Only one little guy, and that's it."

"So It's a boy? Mom, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it Isn't for certain yet." Now at her closet, Mona retrieved a maternity dress.

"But you just mentioned it was a boy. So if It's not, why would you say it?"

"I had a dream it was a boy and so did Big John, so we're choosing to say It's a male for the time being."

"Well hey, that's cool. So that means I'll have a little brother." 

Nodding her head, Mona gave her a smile.

"Awesome, I can't wait. Remind me the next time we're out to get some quilting fabric, that way I can make him a baby blanket."

"He's already got two in the works," Mona said. "Big John's grandmother is busy creating one, as well as one of the elders at the bingo hall."

"What about Grandma Hattie?" Claudia asked. "Last time I spoke to her, she told me she was planning to start one."

"Oh dear, her too?" Mona shook her head light-heartedly. "This little boy is going to be drowning in blankets."

"Well if he's got three baby blankets already, then I'll have to make him something else." 

Gesturing for Claudia to zip up her dress, Mona stood patiently while it was done. She then turned to show Claudia the front view of the garment, and with a somewhat nervous look, asked for an opinion. 

"Alright, what do you think of me in this dress?" V-neck, with short ruffled sleeves and a seam at the waist, the maternity dress was peach and had a stretchy gold belt. "And be honest, because I wanna know the truth." 

"It's kinda cool, in a 70's way," Claudia said while checking out the garment. "Did you get it from a vintage store?"

"No it was a gift from John's mother, who also wore it when she was pregnant."

"Oh, gotcha." Claudia gently nodded her head. "So I'm guessing Big John's mom will be attending tonight."

"Yep. And she had this dress shipped from Canada last week, so she practically begged me to wear it tonight."

"Canada?" 

"That's where she lives," Mona replied. "Tonight will be our first time meeting and I'm super nervous, so I just really hope she likes me."

"She'll love you," Claudia responded. "How could she not? I mean you're totally rad."

"Thanks sugarplum," Mona said with a smile, and pointing towards a pair of ballet flats, let Claudia know that she needed them.

After retrieving the shoes, Claudia knelt on the floor, stretching the leather until it surrounded her mother's swollen feet. She then lifted herself back to a standing position and enveloped her mother in a hug. Perhaps surprised by the suddenness of it, Mona hugged her daughter back tightly. 

"Thank you," Claudia said when they pulled back from the embrace.

"For what?" 

"Your support." Claudia's eyes were soft, a moistness coming into them. "It's been real hard being on this leave of absence from school, but you've made it a little easier so I just want to thank you for that."

"Of course, you're my sugarplum. How could I not support you?"

"Just wanted to say thanks," Claudia replied.

"You're very welcome," Mona said. "But I'm still waiting for us to have that talk, so you can discuss your feelings and purge those emotions."

"I'm working up to it," Claudia responded. "Not quite there yet, but maybe soon."

"Alright." Reaching a hand out, Mona smoothed it over her daughter's curls. "Well I hope you're hungry, because we've got a feast to enjoy tonight." 

"Been saving my appetite all day," Claudia said, and making their way out of the bedroom and into the hall, the two women headed out front.

* * * *

"Man, that was good." Relaxing back in his seat, Big John let out a satisfied sigh.

"Yeah, it was really delicious." Tristan wiped his mouth with a napkin, then set his fork on the empty plate.

"Mona and Claudia, you did an amazing job," said Ethan, who was seated next to Kimi at the table. 

"Fantastic," said Tristan's father while resting his back against the chair. "You two really outdid yourselves."

"You have to give me the recipe for the potato-leek soup, Mona," Winona said. "It was amazing, way better than store bought."

"Of course," Mona replied. "I'll even send you home with a large container."

"I'd like the recipe as well." Seated next to her son, Big John's mother offered Mona a smile. "You're a very good cook, Mona. I now see why my son has put on a bit of weight."

"Just more to love, right baby?" Big John winked at Mona, who blushed and smiled right back.

"I also see why he's crazy about you." Still looking at Mona, Big John's mother was now admiring her face. "You're a beautiful woman, not to mention a great mother."

"Thank you, Tina." Mona beamed at the compliments. 

"Yes, Claudia was raised well." Tina shifted her gaze across the table. "I can tell that just from looking at her."

Uncertain of how to respond to the compliment, Claudia could only smile.

"You and I Claudia, we'll have a talk later," Tina said. "Just the two of us, okay?"

"Okay," Claudia replied, and her gaze shifted to Mona questioningly. Yet instead of receiving any type of explanation in return, Mona only lifted her brows in a curious sort of way.

"So what's for dessert, Ms. Strauss?" Kimi asked.

"Two types of pie, vanilla ice cream, and a special type of coffee I've been saving for a holiday occasion."

"I'll help you get things ready," Tina said while standing onto her feet, and with Winona in tow, the three women went into the kitchen.

As Ray, Big John, and Ethan fell into conversation, Tristan grabbed Claudia's hand and held it beneath the table. Enjoying the feel of his large, manly palm, Claudia shifted her eyes to his face, offering a little smile. Giving her one back, Tristan gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Then pulling back to look at her face, he gazed uneasily into her eyes. 

"I gotta go soon, okay?"

"Why?" A subtle pout poked out Claudia's lower lip.

"Got a text from Shauna a little while ago."

"Of course you did." Claudia heaved out an irritated sigh.

"She's out of diapers and aloe vera cream, which is pretty disastrous considering that Maggie has terrible diaper rash."

"You came here with your parents," Claudia replied. "Which means that your car is still at their house."

"Yeah..."

"So why doesn't Shauna just use your car to drive to the store herself? I mean she can drive, can't she?"

"Yes, but she hates my car," Tristan replied. "I tried to teach her to drive it the other day, but she says It's way too big and that it freaks her out."

"I don't believe this is happening again."

"Claude, come on. It's out of my control."

"You left me the night I got raped, Tristan. And it was for the exact same reason that Shauna is pulling tonight."

"I left you to take care of Maggie, who had diarrhea. And I still feel like shit that you were taken advantage of that night, so please stop reminding me that I wasn't there to protect you."

"So you're going to her, then."

"Who, Maggie?"

"No, Shauna. She just wants you away from me, can't you see that?"

"Claude, I have to. We're talking about Maggie here, it Isn't Shauna I'm going home for."

"Bullshit!" No longer concerned about keeping their argument covert, Claudia pushed back her chair, then stood to her feet and stormed off, heading straight for the porch and right outside without stopping to put on a jacket.

Shocked at Claudia's outburst, everyone at the table turned their eyes to Tristan, who in response could only sit frozen in place. But as Kimi nudged him lightly in the side, Tristan turned his head to meet her gaze.

"Go to her," Kimi whispered beneath her breath and as he did her eyes followed, watching him walk out of the door. 

Upon stepping outside, Tristan saw that Claudia was leaning against the porch railing, her head bowed and shoulders drooping with a sadness that could be felt. 

Her long hair was draped over her shoulder, partially obscuring her face from Tristan's view. But on walking closer and brushing back the mass of curls, he saw her expression was slack, eyes focused on the boards of the weather-worn porch.

"Claudia." His voice came out soft, fingers stroking the bone of her cheek.

"What do you want, Tristan?" She asked. "You already told me you're leaving, so just go on and do it."

"I don't like knowing that you're upset with me," he said. "And it makes me uncomfortable to go home with you feeling like this."

"I'll be fine."

"No you won't."

"Of course I will," she said. "I'll just have to get over not having you to myself."

"It's Maggie I'll be spending time with tonight, not Shauna just so you know." 

"What if she's not even yours?"

"She is." 

"But how do you know?" Claudia asked. "The DNA test results won't be revealed for another few days."

"Actually, I already received them," Tristan replied, and slipping a hand into the pocket of his jeans, retrieved a piece of paper that was folded. "I meant to tell you tonight, just was waiting for the right time when you and I would be alone to discuss it."

"Well what does it say?" Eager to see the paper yet also fearing the results, Claudia felt a wave of apprehension.

Simply handing the document over, Tristan waited for her to read it, eyes intently watching as Claudia unfolded it. As soon as she saw the printed words, Claudia's palms went clammy and her pulse sped up, lump lodging itself in her throat. Hope warred with fear, hands lightly shaking, but as she finally found the paragraph with the DNA results her heart did a steep dip.

Mother: Shauna Stewart

Child: Maggie Rose Stewart

Alleged Father: Tristan Whitefeather

Combined Paternity Index: 323,769

Probability of Paternity: 99.9998%

"No..." Shaking her head Claudia fought back the tears but they sprung forth anyway, rolling down her cheeks and off of her chin. "No, it can't be true."

"I'm the father, Claude." His voice was soft, tone exceptionally gentle. "No way around it, you see the results."

"But why?" Her voice was wavering now, chin trembling as she looked at him sadly.

"Because I just am, Claude. We have to accept it, because it is what it is."

"So they're staying, then." Gazing expectantly at him, Claudia waited for an answer.

"Well yeah, Maggie's my daughter and Shauna is the mom so I'm definitely not kicking them out."

"I know, I didn't mean..." Finding it difficult to continue, she lightly shook her head. "I just wanted to know if they would live with you forever, or if Shauna would eventually get her own place.

"I don't know, Tristan replied. "It's kinda up to her what she wants to do. I mean she's the mother of my child, so I sorta need to respect what she chooses."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that." Lowering her head with shame, Claudia was filled with a sudden self-loathing. "Maggie is like this innocent little baby, and here I am wishing she would just go away."

"It's fine, Claude."

"No, It's not." Shaking her head, she forced back the tears. "God, I'm a terrible person." 

"Hey, no you're not. You can't help it, you're just struggling with your emotions."

Feeling as if her knees might give, Claudia rushed into Tristan's arms. Her body lightly quivered, palms grasping his shoulders as her chest ached. She didn't know what their future was now, had no idea if they would see everything through. But for the time being she was going to hold onto him, cheek resting against his shoulder as he embraced her with loving energy.

"It's gonna be okay, babe." Holding her tightly, Tristan smoothed her hair. "Nothing has to change between us, I just have a baby to support now."

"Things will change," Claudia rebutted. "They already have and we both know it."

"Maybe a little," he replied. "But we still love one another, don't we? And we want to remain together..."

Unable to give more than a sad little croak, Claudia buried her face in Tristan's shoulder.

"Claudia?" Clearly worried about her silence, his body went stiff against hers.

"Of course," she murmured against his shoulder, but her voice came out strained, heart heavy as she spoke the words. 

"Well good," he replied while continuing to embrace her. "Because my feelings are strong for you, Claude. And I honestly don't know what I'd do if you left."

Noting the worry in his voice, Claudia knew that Tristan had picked up on her hesitancy, not to mention the flood of emotions that were coursing through her body. They stood there just hugging until the screen door pulled open, followed by the appearance of Winona, who popped her head out to check on them.

"Everything good with you two?" Concern was laced in her soft tone.

"We're fine, mom," Tristan said, but the way he was tightly clutching Claudia seemed to suggest the exact opposite. 

"Then join us at the table," she replied. "We've got plenty of dessert, so come on in and enjoy."

"Actually, I was kinda hoping you or dad would give me a ride back home."

"Why?" Now stepping out onto the porch, she gave her son an inquisitive look. "Is something the matter with Maggie?"

"No. But she ran out of diapers and aloe vera cream, so Shauna needs me to make a run to the store."

"I'll go for you," Winona said. "That way you can stay here with Claudia and spend more time together."

"You don't mind?"

"Of course not."

"Awesome." Shifting his gaze to Claudia, Tristan gave her a smile. "Looks like I'm staying, then."

"Good." Her heart clifted at the news, fingers threading with his as they headed back inside.

Once seated at the table they dug into pumpkin pie, as well as chocolate cheesecake that was divinely rich and smooth. The coffee they drank was hot, tasting slightly of nutmeg and cinnamon, but Claudia wasn't able to fully enjoy it because a particular sound was grating on her nerves.

"Just answer it," Claudia suggested as Tristan received what seemed to be a sixth text. "She's obviously trying to get in contact with you, so go ahead and text her back.

"Texting can wait," Tristan said while grabbing her hand. "This time is for me and you, babe. And I won't let Shauna do anything to interrupt it."

Squeezing his palm tenderly, Claudia let him know that she was satisfied by this. She then took a leisurely sip of her coffee, listening in to the conversation that the others were having. Somewhere during all of this chatting at the table, she felt Tristan place a palm on her knee, resting it tentatively at the hem of her knee-high stockings.

Although she was still uneasy about the idea of having sex, Claudia was mostly okay with touching, as long as it wasn't on her intimate parts. Wanting Tristan to know she was okay with him touching her, Claudia rested her palm against his hand, then slid it a bit higher to her thigh. 

Unable to ignore what she had done, Tristan glanced briefly at Claudia, brows raised to convey his surprise at the gesture. Amused by his expression she smiled softly, then leaned in and pecked him softly on the cheek. 

Although her heart was still hurting over the DNA results, Claudia figured it would do no good to sulk. So despite the fact she still felt a keen disappointment, she put on the best face that she possibly could. 

As she and Kimi fell into light conversation, Tristan and Ethan began to talk, discussing some new sci-fi movie that they both wanted to check out. Soon the low hum of conversation permeated the room, adding to the festive atmosphere which was already present. 

Fully engaged into conversation with an animated Kimi, Claudia hardly noticed the sound of the doorbell ringing. As Mona went to answer it the discussions continued on, but Claudia was swiftly pulled out of her talkfest with Kimi, because Mona was standing right next to her. Bending down to whisper into Claudia's ear, her mother covertly spoke into it. 

"Lucas is at the door." 

"Really?" Gazing up at her mother Claudia saw her give a nod, then return to her seat which was next to Big John. 

Wanting to go but knowing that Tristan would notice, Claudia excused herself with a 'be right back,' then went off to the front door. As soon as she saw that Lucas standing on the porch, she called out to him and stepped outside. But it wasn't until he turned to fully face her that she saw he was dressed in full regalia and face paint.

"Hi." Completely enthralled by his red and black face paint, as well as the traditional garments that adorned his body, Claudia took a moment to simply stare.

"Hello, Claudia." He gave her a smile, then stood proud so she could check him out. 

Eyes wide with awe, her gaze swept from the porcupine hair roach which adorned his head, then down to the beaded turtle medallion around his neck. Along with a breastplate layered over his ribbon shirt, he wore a red and black vest that was intricately beaded.

Shifting her attention downward, Claudia noticed he was wearing leggings constructed from some type of animal skin, as well as a band of bells that were tied just below the knees. 

"You look amazing." Consumed with admiration, Claudia dropped her gaze to Lucas's hand, which held a braid of sweet grass adorned with eagle feathers. "You must be on your way to the pow wow."

"Yep," he replied. "Just thought I'd stop by and see if you would be there."

"I'll be going as part of a group with everyone who came to Thanksgiving dinner, so yeah, I'll definitely be there."

"Cool. I'll be performing in the fancy dance competition, so keep your eyes peeled for me."

"Most definitely," Claudia said, and noting that his face was painted red with black stripes going along his cheeks, she stood in silence just checking him out.

"I must really look interesting to you," Lucas said. "You haven't stopped staring since you first came out on the porch."

"I'm sorry for staring so hard, I'm just pretty amazed by your beautiful regalia."

"No need to be sorry, you can stare all you want." Already six-foot-two he seemed to stand even taller, proud and handsome with his waist length braids. "It's not everyday you see me in full regalia and face paint, so I think you're entitled to gawk."

Giving him a smile, Claudia shifted on her feet. 

"Your outfit is nice too, by the way." Not even attempting to be sly, Lucas checked out the way her velvet babydoll dress clung to her form, then eyed the knee-high stockings that accentuated her long legs.

"Thanks, but It's not nearly as cool the outfit you're wearing," she enthusiastically said, yet no sooner had the words left her lips, did her face go hot with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I know It's not an outfit. It's regalia, right? Is that the proper term?"

"Yeah." Lucas nodded his head. "And It's okay, no offense taken."

"So just out of curiosity, can I ask if you had Thanksgiving dinner with your family?"

"You had dinner with yours, didn't you?" 

Claudia nodded.

"So what makes you think I wouldn't do the same?"

"Well I remember you mentioning before that Thanksgiving trivialized and degraded indigenous people, so I just figured that you wouldn't be celebrating."




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 16



The musky scent that permeated the air was a mixture of pot and sex, both heady and intoxicating as it surrounded the couple who reclined on the mattress. Boneless and sweaty, Kimi and Ethan were hanging out in Ethan's Volkswagen van, still glowing with post-coital bliss as they relaxed their bodies which were weary from sex.

The rain came down hard, drenching the glass pane that served as a barrier. It was a pleasant sound to their ears, causing Ethan to sigh and stretch his legs. But as the familiar rustle of a candy wrapper reached his ears, he turned his gaze to his girlfriend who lay beside him.

"How many of those are you gonna eat?" He asked with a smile. "You already had three today. Gonna rot your teeth out if you don't pace yourself."

"Haven't had a cavity yet," Kimi declared. "Besides, tootsie pops are like the best thing ever. No way can I limit myself to just a few."

"Well pass one over my way then," Ethan said, and as Kimi placed the lollipop in his hand, he unwrapped the covering and slipped the candy into his mouth.

"Not bad," he responded after removing the candy from his mouth, "but I feel like It's missing something."

"What could it be missing?" Kimi's brows furrowed as she looked at him, but as Ethan shifted his body so that his head was between her legs, her brows lifted and a curious expression crossed her face.

"You," Ethan replied while slipping the tootsie pop into her heat, and as he slowly guided it deeper, Kimi parted her lips and gasped.

After withdrawing it from her heat, Ethan sucked her juices from the hard candy, then glanced up from beneath his lashes, giving her a seductive look.

"Mmm..." He licked his lips before lustily saying, "You taste so fucking good, Kimi."

"Better than the tootsie pop?" She asked.

"Hell yes," he avidly proclaimed, and as if to back up his statement, Ethan gave her pussy a languorous lick.

As his tongue began to apply more pressure she moaned out loud and squirmed, loving the warm, wet licking sensation as he steadily lapped at her growing wetness. Knotting her fingers in his soft black hair, Kimi pressed his face even closer against her. 

Encouraged by this gesture he captured her clit into his mouth, eagerly suckling it while at the same time lifting a hand to touch her breasts. His thumb circled a dusky pink nipple, then skated across the stiff hardness before flicking it back and forth. 

His other hand kept busy at cupping her waist, which was now moving in time to the rhythm of his silky soft tongue. Kimi's body trembled beneath him, breasts rising as she arched her back on the bed. Her clit hardened as he continued to use his tongue against her, licking and sucking and flicking in a most skillful and delicious way.

Soon her thighs were trembling, moans increasing as his tongue went double time. It felt so good that she let out a long, low cry, wetness steadily increasing and flooding onto the lower half of his face. 

Now overly tender, Kimi's little bud was swollen, poking out from between her folds with a bright pinkness. Just when she was certain her clit could take no more, Ethan switched up and slipped his tongue inside her pussy.

Hot, wet, and completely open to his mouth, Kimi cried as he ate her out, muscles clenching around him as he fed on her cunt. Now spasming around his tongue she gushed against his face, causing a tangy, slippery fluid to coat his lips with a shiny glaze. He licked every last bit of it up, then withdrew from her folds before cleaning off her thighs. Only then did he finally remove his head from between her legs, and after crawling up her body he gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

Turned on by the scent and taste of her own pussy, Kimi deepened the kiss, then slowly pulled back to gaze into his eyes. 

"I wanna get fucked again," she huskily declared. "And this time I want you to take me rough."

"You're insatiable," he said with a grin. "We just had sex not even ten minutes ago."

"Can't help it if you're awesome in bed," Kimi stated, and sliding a finger between his nice, firm butt cheeks, positioned it firmly against his puckered hole.

"Oh you dirty, dirty girl," Ethan gushed. "Just what exactly are you trying to do there?"

"Your g-spot is located up your butt," Kimi said. "So if I stick my finger far enough, you'll cum harder than you ever have before."

"Seriously?"

Kimi nodded.

"You ever tried it out on anyone, or just guessing that it works?"

"I've seen a video online," Kimi said. "Guy came so hard, he hit the ceiling with his spunk.

A chuckle burst out of Ethan's mouth.

"So what do you think? Wanna try it sometime?" 

"I think I like the idea of being in your butt better," Ethan admitted. "But you know I'm game for anything you wanna try out, so if you think you can give me an ass orgasm, then by all means give it a go.

"I don't think," Kimi said. "I know."

"Well alright. You're starting to get me a little excited here."

"You should be," Kimi replied. "Because when you see how hard you cum from anal penetration, you're gonna be begging me to do it on the regular."

"You never cease to amaze me, Kimi. Just when I think I know what you like in bed, you flip the script and do something different."

"It's more interesting that way though, Isn't it?"

"Definitely." His eyes now had a glimmer. "And I really like the idea of you taking charge and doing something unconventional. In fact, I've had a couple of fantasies that involved being taken advantage of."

"And I was the one doing the dominating?"

"Of course."

"What did I do in the fantasies?" 

"Make me lick your shoes while you shouted all sorts of embarrassing and degrading things. And you also did this move where you pressed your spiked heels into my nuts, making me beg for you not to squash them."

"Well, well...you've got quite the twisted little mind there, haven't you?"

"It's a perfect match for yours," he said while offering a grin.

"What if I walked you around inside on a leash, then forced you to eat out of a pet bowl as if you were a dog?"

"That'd be hot," Ethan said. "I'd love every minute of it."

"Wow, you really are into the fetish thing." 

"What can I say? Guess I'm an open minded kind of guy."

"Mmm, just my type," Kimi said while caressing his back, but soon the look on Ethan's face changed, leaving Kimi to wonder what he had in mind.

"You still wanna get fucked rough?" He huskily asked.

With a nod of her head, Kimi confirmed that she did.

"Then turn around and bend over for me." 

Immediately complying with his request, Kimi got into position and eagerly waited. Her ears were perked and listening for even the slightest sound, but the only thing she heard was the sound of his soft, gentle breathing. Then suddenly she felt his crotch press up against her, cock poking and prodding against that wet, pink spot. 

Licking her lips she eagerly waited, loving the feel of his swollen tip as he positioned it between her folds. Yet instead of pushing in and beginning to fuck her, Ethan grabbed her by the hair, twisting it round his fingers a few times before clutching it into his fist.

Slowly, as if savoring the heat and slickness of her tight hole, Ethan began to enter her. Kimi whimpered when he pushed in deep, sinking all the way to his balls before gradually withdrawing. 

Yet instead of immediately pushing back in, he purposely waited a few moments. Clearly displeased with this decision, Kimi uttered a weak cry, but Ethan only gripped her hair harder, forcing her head down into the pillow. 

Then suddenly he was sliding back in, stretching her walls further open to accommodate his thick shaft. Clutching the pillow beneath her Kimi cried out as he began to plow her, 

hips cushioning her jiggling ass as he moved inside her at a quick, urgent pace. 

With one hand fisting her hair and the other hoisting her bottom, Ethan fucked her raw and rough. So wet that her juices were sliding down her thighs, Kimi moaned and bit her lip. It only took a few more strokes before she tightened around him, and feeling that hot knot in her belly begin to build and prepare for release, Kimi sunk her nails into the bedsheets.

"That's it, baby," Ethan cooed between thrusts. "I can feel you getting tighter. Just let go and cum all over my cock."

"Ethan," she breathed, and in response he let loose a guttural moan, spreading the cheeks of her ass before sliding a finger into her tight, puckered hole. 

This time, instead of her pussy just tightening so did the muscles of her ass, clamping around his index finger as her hips gave a forceful jerk. When she came it hit her hard, ripping through her body with such force that she let loose a loud, hoarse cry. Hissing in pleasure at the sensation of her pussy contracting, Ethan let loose a load of semen, shooting it deep inside her body. 

Dizzyingly strong, the climax made him cling to her, finger digging into her waist as he worked to keep himself steady. He pumped a few more times to ensure his seed was fully emptied, then uttered a satisfied sigh as his cock began to deflate. 

Sagging above Kimi, Ethan took a moment to just savor the moment, relishing the vestiges of his orgasm before he slowly pulled out. As he lay down beside her they grabbed hands and stared at the sunroof, sweaty and panting as the rain beat a rhythm against the glass barrier. 

Still coming down from their climatic haze, they took a moment to just be quiet and in the moment, but as Ethan turned his head to look at Kimi, he gave her a look that bordered on worry.

"I feel bad for Tristan and Claudia."

"So do I," Kimi replied. "They always seemed so solid, like nothing could ever change their feelings or keep them apart. But now it seems as if they're drifting away."

"I get that feeling too," Ethan said. "But I can tell that they still love one another, so I'm really hoping they'll work it out."

"Same here," Kimi responded, and hugging up against his body, lay her head against his chest. 

It didn't take long before they slipped into a warm and drowsy haze, holding onto each other's bodies as their breathing went calm and soft. But before they could reach that point of slumber, the sound of a ringtone suddenly sliced through the air.

Shrill and loud it seemed to demand their attention, somehow growing louder as the seconds passed on. Disentangling herself from Ethan's arms, Kimi reached out to grab it from the floor. She then focused her eyes on the lit up screen, which told her the call was coming from an unknown person.

"Who is it?" Laced with drowsiness, Ethan's voice called out to her.

"Don't know," Kimi replied. "The caller's identity is unknown."

"Ignore it," he suggested, and placing a hand against her waist, beckoned her back to the warmth of his arms. 

Wanting to do just that, Kimi started to toss the phone aside and go back to bed. But something was telling her that she needed to pick up, so swiping her thumb against the screen of the mobile, silenced the ringtone and placed it against her ear.

"Hello?"

"Kimi Red Bird?" The voice was serious, and that of a male.

"Yeah?" Kimi questioned.

"This is Officer Bullchild from tribal police. I'm calling to let you know that we've recovered your father's body, which was found just an hour ago in the bush."

"Okay..." Stunned into silence, Kimi wasn't exactly sure of what she should say.

"Would you be okay coming down to the morgue and identifying his body?"

"Why?" Kimi asked. "You already know who he is, so why do I need to ID him?"

"It's standard protocol," the officer said. "We just want to be certain that we have the correct person."

"I guess," Kimi replied, but internally she was saying 'no,' and having grim thoughts about walking into a cold, creepy morgue.

"Is tomorrow morning okay? The sooner we have him ID'd, the quicker the process will be for your family to get him buried."

"Tomorrow morning is fine. I'll be there around nine, if that's okay."

"That'll work," Officer Bullchild replied. "I'd like to express my condolences for your loss, and I do apologize for such a terrible call."

"It's okay, you're just doing your job," she said. "By the way, can I ask how he died?"

"It appears there was blunt force trauma to his head but at current moment, the exact cause of death is uncertain."

"Alright, well thank you for letting me know."

"Not a problem, Ms. Red Bird. Goodnight, and I'll see you tomorrow morning at nine a.m."

With the call now ended, Kimi was free to place the phone down and go back to bed. But her muscles felt rigid, and a strange tingling sensation was spreading across her skin. 

"Angel?" Now sitting up behind her, Ethan cradled her body so that his arms were enveloping her. "Was that call about them finding Andy's body?"

"Yes." 

"So he's definitely dead, then."

Kimi nodded.

"Okay, so then It's finally for certain." Still holding her in his arms, Ethan kissed her on the shoulder, but on noticing that she was perfectly quiet, his voice went low and soft. "You alright, honey?"

"I'm fine," she said. "And I'm definitely not sad, if that's what you're thinking. But I just feel sorta weird right now, almost numb and uncertain of how to act."

"Well considering your turbulent relationship with him, It's not surprising that you feel that way."

"They want me to ID his body at the morgue tomorrow morning. Will go there with me for support?"

"Of course, babe. I'd be happy to," he replied, but perhaps realizing how it sounded to Kimi's ears, Ethan quickly retracted his statement. "I'm sorry, I didn't meant that I'd actually be happy. Just that I'm pleased you want me there for support."

"It's fine, I know what you meant," Kimi said, and allowing him to pull her back beneath the blanket, Kimi snuggled against his manly form.

Feeling safe and warm in his arms, Kimi let out a soft breath. Although she had already known that Andy was most likely dead, it was still difficult to believe that he was actually and truly gone. Thinking back to all of the beatings she had endured, Kimi realized that they would forever be in her memory, as well as the sexual assaults that had begun when she was only ten years old. 

She wished they had died too, along with Andy who was now en route to the morgue. But of course she would continue to carry the bad memories, dragging them with her for the rest of her life. Now that she thought about it, she'd never gotten proper therapy for being raped as a child. Sure she had spoken to a couple of counselors at her school, but beyond that she'd just dealt with it all on her own, which probably explained the string of random guys that she'd slept with in high school.

Rather than hide her past from Ethan, Kimi had shared the terrible events of her abusive childhood upfront, and even came clean about her promiscuous years as a teenager. After confessing all this, she had fully expected him to drop her, yet instead of treating her like damaged goods, he'd only showed sympathy and unconditional love. 

She still wondered sometimes how a guy like him could actually love her, but she guessed after all the hell she'd been put through, he was some kind of gift from the universe, a way of letting her know that good things did happen to people like her. 

It scared her sometimes how much she loved him, because when you loved someone as much as she did him, it made the fear of losing them all the more terrifying. But she needed to remember that she did deserve him, and no matter how many times Andy had called her a 'little slut', she wasn't anything near the word.

Murmuring softly, Kimi kissed Ethan's chest, then eased out a gentle sigh before closing her lids. And with his strong arms encircling her, she fell asleep to the rhythm of the rain.

* * * *

Filled with the beat of pounding drums, Browning High gymnasium was teeming with pow wow goers. Everywhere that Claudia looked, a mélange of regalia colors greeted her, some bright and neon while others were darker and less intense. As some of the dancers congregated in the middle of the floor, others stood at the sidelines, mingling with spectators who were there to support them. 

With so much positive energy buzzing around her, Claudia couldn't help but take some of it in. Standing beside her were Mona and Big John, who also seemed to be soaking everything up. As they were standing there checking out the gorgeous regalia, Claudia spotted Kimi's mother, as well as her brother, Tyler, and his girlfriend, Jolene. 

Offering them a wave she gestured for them to come over, and once they were close enough to speak, Claudia offered a greeting to them all. 

"Good to see you guys again. How have you been?"

"Oh, not too bad," Sylvie said. "I recently got a job at tribal social services."

"Congratulations," Claudia said. "That's awesome to hear."

"Haven't seen you at bingo the past four weeks, Sylvie," Mona said. "You been busy or just taking a break?"

"A little of both," replied Kimi's mom, a soft smile playing on her lips. 

Tyler, who had been simply standing there watch everyone talk, began making hand gestures to Claudia. In response she signed back, animatedly spelling the words with her fingers. Then suddenly she was grinning, even gently chuckling at the sign language she and Tyler shared. 

"What?" Mona asked. "What are you two silly goosies talking about?"

Halting the signs she was making to Tyler, Claudia focused on her mother instead. "He just told me why Sylvie's been missing from bingo these past two weeks."

"Okay..." Eyes now inquisitive, she waited for the info.

"Turns out Sylvie's got a boyfriend, so she hasn't had time for a whole lot else."

"Oh..." Now smiling, Mona turned her gaze on Sylvie. "So who is this mystery man, and when exactly were you planning to tell me?"

"We've only been dating a month now," she said. "Figured I would wait until we hit the two month mark, just to make sure that things were more permanent."

"I'm sure you two will work out just fine," Mona replied. "And whenever you're ready, we'd love to have you two over for dinner." 

"I'd like that," Sylvie said, but as a man walking towards her suddenly caught her eye, he became all that she could see.

"Is that him?" Mona asked. 

"Yes," Sylvie said, and turning her body to face the approaching man, broke out into a smile.

"Hey, there." Standing at medium height with short black hair tucked beneath a baseball cap, the man embraced Sylvie in a tight hug, then pecked her on the lips before greeting everyone else. "Hi, I'm Michael."

"Hello, Michael." Extending his hand, Big John offered it for a shake. "I'm John and this is my girlfriend, Mona."

"Nice to meet you, Mona," he said before focusing on Claudia's face.

"I'm Claudia, Mona daughter," she said.

"I know who you are." Michael smiled. "Kimi talks of you often, so it feels as if we've already met."

Smiling back, Claudia nodded her head.

"So I take it this is your first pow wow. What do you think so far?"

"I think It's amazing," she said while looking around at the various attendees. "And a friend of mine will be competing in the fancy dance competition, so I'm really excited to see that."

"What's your friend's name?"

"Lucas."

"Ah, the Goodblanket kid." Michael chuckled. "He's a pretty talented dancer. Good drummer too, from what I've seen."

"You know Lucas?" 

"Of course. Everyone knows everyone on the rez," he said with a wink. "But he's also the son of a friend of mine."

"Oh cool," Claudia replied.

"Well now that I've found you, I can tell him," Michael said.

"What do you mean?" Claudia asked.

"He's been looking for you. Told me to be on the watch out for a black girl in a red velvet dress."

"I had no idea he was looking for me," Claudia said.




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 16



"Oh yeah." Michael nodded. "Been talking about you ever since he first arrived."

Trying not to appear too happy, Claudia put on the best poker face she possibly could. But internally a heat was radiating through her chest, hands going all tingly all she stood there in front Michael. It shouldn't have made her so happy but for some reason it did, and scanning the crowd on the gymnasium floor, she searched for Lucas.

As she was searching the crowd, it suddenly dawned on her that she had a boyfriend she deeply loved. So why did knowing that Lucas had spoken of her make her so damn excited and happy? Biting her lip, she felt a wave of guilt come over her, but before it could burrow itself too deep, Michael spoke once again. 

"I can take you to him, if you want." 

"Uhh..." Not wanting to appear over eager, Claudia took a moment to respond. "Well I guess It'd be cool to say hi..."

"He'd be happy if you did," Michael responded, and with Sylvie tagging along at his side, led the way across the gymnasium floor.

Turning her head to give her mother a brief glance, Claudia noticed that Mona was lifting her brows. But it seemed to be neither disapproval, nor surprise, just an expression that accepted what was happening.

Trailing behind Michael and Sylvie, Claudia allowed them to lead her, carefully maneuvering their bodies around the various attendees before reaching the other side of the gymnasium. Soon they were approaching a corner of the gym where some dancers were socializing, and immediately spotting Lucas as one of the tallest in the group, she unconsciously preened her curls. It wasn't long before he had spotted her as well, and once they were finally close enough to speak, he gazed down at her shorter form.

"Claudia, hey..." His lips pulled back to flash pretty teeth. "I've been looking for you, girl."

"So I've heard," Claudia said, and as Michael and Sylvie covertly slipped away, she offered a smile as thanks. 

"So how you liking the pow wow so far?"

"It's awesome," she said. "And I'm loving the outfits."

"Yeah, a lot of work and dedication goes into making them," he explained. "The leggings I'm wearing are made from the skin of a moose my dad shot, and the beaded vest was done by mother, who's pretty much known as an expert."

"What about your moccasins?" Claudia asked. "Did your mother bead those too?" 

"Grandma did. She's the one who taught my mom the craft."

"And your breastplate?"

"My grandfather," Lucas said. "He made it years ago for me, not long after I first entered high school."

"It's very well made," Claudia said while admiring the breastplate of bone hairpipes.

"Yeah, grandfather was always good with his hands. He made my hand drum as well, just a couple of months before he died."

"No wonder It's so special to you." 

Lucas nodded. "I was going to bring it tonight and play a few songs, but I figured I would just concentrate on dancing instead."

"Well I'll be on the sidelines watching," Claudia replied. 

"First place wins $300, so wish me luck out there."

"The best of luck to you, Lucas. I really do hope that you'll win first prize."

"Thanks." 

Adjusting the band of bells that were tied just below his knees, Lucas seemed to be making sure that everything was in proper position. But as his gaze zeroed in on something beyond Claudia's shoulder, she turned her head to look, and it was then she saw Misty approaching with a college-aged man. 

Noting that he was Caucasian, Claudia immediately noticed how blue his eyes were, hair blonde and carefully styled to give it an effortlessly tousled look. In Claudia's mind he looked like the stereotypical jock - fairly tall and impressively muscular while seeming to ooze an athletic vibe. 

The hoodie he wore had the Seattle University logo on it, a large red S interlocking with a bold black U. It was the way he held Kimi's hand so proudly in his own, however, that made Claudia realize they were more than just casually dating. By the time they reached Lucas and Claudia, Misty was smiling broadly, flashing pretty white teeth while focusing directly on Lucas.

"I was hoping I'd see you here," she said.

"Hello Misty." Lucas drew her into a brief yet affectionate hug, then pulled back to gaze at her face. "You look good. Seattle must be treating you well."

"It is," she confirmed. "Things are really different there, but It's a nice change."

"Good to see you again, Misty." Claudia offered a smile to her former arch nemesis.

"It's nice to see you too, Claudia," Misty replied. "How's U of M?" 

"Good." Claudia weakly smiled, but didn't expound any further.

"Cool, glad to hear," she replied, then shifting her gaze to the man beside her, introduced him to Lucas and Claudia. 

"This is David, my boyfriend."

"It's great to meet you." Eagerly extending his hand, David offered it for Lucas to shake.

"Yeah, cool," Lucas mumbled beneath his breath, but he didn't offer his hand in return to shake.

"I just want to say what an honor it is to be here," David blurted excitedly. "And I want to thank you and your people for allowing me on your reservation land."

"It's not just the reservation, all of America is Indian land," Lucas stated. "And you can thank my ancestors. They're the ones who were slaughtered for it."

A flush crept across David's cheeks, ears going bright red as he stood in front of Lucas. It seemed to Claudia that he wanted to disappear, or at least shrink down to the size of a pea. She couldn't help feeling bad for the guy, even a little second-hand embarrassment at the way he seemed so completely mortified. But on glancing at Lucas's face, Claudia saw he was standing tall, chest pushed out in a domineering way.

"I'm sorry, I meant no disrespect," David stated. "If I offended you in any way, I deeply apologize."

"Accepted," Lucas curtly replied, and with that he shifted his attention, as if giving the signal that the conversation was done. 

"Guess I'll see you around, Lucas," Misty said with a smirk, and after giving Claudia a wave goodbye, turned and led David towards another part of the gymnasium. 

"Ouch." Grinning up at Lucas's face, Claudia noticed his features were still pulled tight. "You really gave it to him harsh, didn't you?"

"He sounded like a fool," Lucas said. "So I decided to educate him, put a bit of sense into that big fat head."

"You're jealous that he's with Misty." Claudia grinned harder.

"Actually, I'm not. I just don't understand why she's with someone like him. She's too beautiful for a *napekwin*."

"Napekwin?" Claudia's tone was inquisitive.

"White man," Lucas translated with a lip that curled in distaste. 

"Well maybe he's a little corny, but he seems like a perfectly nice guy."

"Right..." Lightly scoffing, he continued watching Misty and David walk away. "They all seem that way at first."

"They who?" Claudia questioned.

"White people."

"Oh." For a moment Claudia was quiet, watching the dancers compete out on the floor. But as it occurred to her that censoring herself was pointless, she decided to come right out and say it. "Not trying to call you out or anything, but haven't you dated white women before?"

"I've been with a few," he admitted. "But I wouldn't exactly call it dating."

"I see." She smirked, then focused her eyes on a group of dancers who were filing out onto the gymnasium floor. 

"Guess I'd better get out there with them," Lucas said, and after adjusting his turtle medallion around his neck, shifted his eyes down to Claudia. "How about a kiss for good luck?" 

"A kiss?" Claudia nearly stammered. 

"Yes, on the cheek," he replied. "Unless that's against some rule that you and Tristan agreed on."

"Well no, it Isn't," Claudia slowly said, but before she could explain that it didn't seem proper, Lucas bent down, pressing his lips tenderly against her cheek. 

"I thought you were asking me to kiss you," Claudia said as he slowly pulled back.

"I was." Still leaning down, his breath puffed lightly against her face. "But you're smaller than I am, so I figured It'd be better if I were the one to do it."

"You can't just do that without being certain that I'm okay with it."

"So you're not?" His brows rose in question.

"Tristan wouldn't have liked it, Lucas. And I think both you and I know that."

"Okay, so he wouldn't have liked it." Pausing for several moments, he looked her deep in the eyes. "But did you?"

"This is inappropriate," Claudia replied. "And I feel really wrong even discussing it."

"Funny you should mention the word inappropriate, Claude, because that's the same word I would use to describe when Tristan kissed you on prom night."

"So we're back to that again."

"Yeah." His angular jaw pulled tight.

"Just because he did it to you, doesn't mean you have to do it back to him. Yes, Tristan kissed me on prom night but it was long ago and he's since apologized for it."

Seeming to think this over, Lucas's expression became thoughtful.

"Alright, so maybe I shouldn't have done it without you saying so, but at least it wasn't on the lips. I mean compared to the tonguing that Tristan gave you that night, the cheek kiss I just gave you was pretty darn innocent."

"Maybe so," Claudia said, and not wanting to discuss the subject anymore, focused her gaze on his breastplate. Then, without even thinking, she reached up to adjust it.

Rather than say something, Lucas just looked down at her hands, watching as she maneuvered the breastplate so that it hung perfectly straight around his neck. As she realized he was watching her, Claudia lifted her eyes to meet his. And it was then that it suddenly dawned on her, she'd put her hands where they shouldn't have gone. 

"I'm sorry, was I not supposed to touch your regalia?" Pulling her hands away as if she'd been burned by hot coals, Claudia looked up at him from beneath her lashes. "I apologize, Lucas. I know It's sacred, so I shouldn't have touched it."

"It's okay, you can touch it." Lucas took her palms in his, then rested them flat on his breastplate. "Your hands are more than welcome, so please don't think I was offended in any way."

Locking her eyes with his, Claudia saw he was eyeing her very intently. It made her wonder what he was thinking and for a moment she became hyper aware of his natural, manly scent. But then suddenly deep drumbeats resounded through the gymnasium, breaking both she and Lucas from out of their spell. 

"Guess that's your cue to get on the dancefloor," she said, but as she pulled her hands away, Lucas only held them firmer to his breastplate. 

"I'll definitely have good luck now," he replied, and with a gentle smile gracing his lips, released her hands and walked off. 

* * * *

It was a quarter to midnight when Tristan woke from sleep, slowly lifting his head from the couch headrest before giving a lazy yawn. The T.V. was still on so he shut it off, then tossed the remote aside before standing to his feet. 

Mouth dry and needing water, he headed for the kitchen to get a glass, but on entering and seeing that Shauna was present, his body froze in place.

"What are you doing?" His tone was accusatory, as if he'd caught her in the midst of some illegal act. 

"What do you think I'm doing?" Shauna asked. "I'm breastfeeding your daughter, obviously."

"In here?" 

"Sure, why not?"

"Because you're supposed to be in the bedroom, where no one can see you."

"I'm tired of being in the room," she said. "I feel like a prisoner in there. And besides, I have nothing to be ashamed of."

"What if It'd been my dad who had walked in on you? Would you still not be ashamed?"

"It's a natural thing," she firmly said. "I hardly think that your dad would view it as anything sexual."

"Well I can see your nipples," Tristan said.

"So? You've seen my boobs plenty times before."

"That was different," Tristan responded. "We were together then, but now we're not. So keep your top on, alright?"

"Geez, you'd think I took them out just for you."

"Look, I don't want to see them, okay? So if you're going to feed the baby, please do it in private."

"My God, Tristan. I'm feeding our daughter, nourishing her. And all you can think about is forcing me into the bedroom so that no one can see me?"

Noticing how angry she was, Tristan began to wonder if he hasn't been too harsh. But before he could turn and leave the kitchen, Shauna rose to her feet, blowing past him in a huff. A few seconds later he heard his bedroom door slam, and then there was nothing but complete silence, surrounding him like a cloak. 

Still craving some water, he went to cabinet and got a cup, pouring himself a generous amount before taking a long, lavish gulp. Yet despite the fact that his thirst had been quenched, a craving of a different kind had suddenly popped up.

He could lie to himself all he wanted, deny the fact that he hadn't liked seeing Shauna's breasts out and exposed. But the truth of it was, he had liked seeing them, and even now he felt horny at just the thought of them on display. They were much bigger than he remembered, and although he was trying his best to block them from memory, he couldn't stop thinking about how round and full they were. 

Recalling the huge size of Shauna's nipples, he began to wonder what suckling milk from them would be like. The thought in itself was kinky, creating a significant boner in his pants, but before it could get too large or protruding, he willed himself to calm down. 

No, he thought. It Isn't right for me to be thinking this.

But his cock didn't listen, only continued to grow and swell until it was straining against his pants. 

*Seriously?* Looking down at his crotch, he gave the bulge a fiery stare. *This is what you get hard over? A woman breastfeeding her infant daughter?*

Remaining fully hard, his erection seemed to confirm that it was there to stay, and thoroughly annoyed at the lack of control over his manhood, Tristan sighed and pressed his lips into a thin slash. 

He would just go into the bathroom and rub one out, that's all, then come out composed and not wanting to jump Shauna's bones. The last thing he wanted was to be attracted to her, and up until that point he hadn't had any sexual thoughts. But after seeing how large and plump her tits were, he was suddenly wanting to fuck her. 

It made him feel horribly guilty to admit it, but there was the hard, cold truth.

Considering that Claudia was still recovering from being raped, he fully understood that she wasn't ready to have sex quite yet. But now that it was coming up on a full month without them being intimate, he was getting a little antsy. He supposed that explained his strong reaction to Shauna's breasts, but it certainly wouldn't excuse him acting upon his animalistic desires.

So, feeling like the world's worst boyfriend, Tristan turned and headed out of the kitchen, making a beeline for the half bathroom in the hall where he could have the privacy he so needed. 

As soon as the door was locked he unzipped his jeans, then grasped his erection and began to stroke off. His hand worked quickly, images of Shauna's boobs going through his mind, and as he came hard and quick a few minutes later, hot cum squirted into his palm.

Using a generous amount of toilet paper, Tristan cleaned the sticky mess from his hands and deflated penis, then tossed it into the toilet before flushing it down. He then washed his hands, followed by his face before drying it off, and after exiting the bathroom and reentering the living room, he lay down on the couch.

Still feeling guilty over jacking off to thoughts of Shauna, Tristan pulled a blanket over his body. But to his relief it seemed to have cleared his head, and as his thoughts turned to Claudia and their current predicament, the guilt began to lessen. Taking its place was anger, as well as frustration over his inability to catch Claudia's rapist. 

It had only been a month since the rape had happened, but the memory of him getting the call that she'd been violated was sharp in his mind. Still as fresh as if it had happened just yesterday, Tristan knew that the clock was ticking on. 

Still walking around free, Claudia's assailant was somewhere out there, possibly even raping other girls as he went about his carefree way. But Tristan couldn't allow that to continue, not if he wanted to retain his masculinity and feel deserving of being Claudia's boyfriend. She deserved justice, as well as peace of mind, so he had to get doubly serious, casting a net so wide that evasion was impossible. 

He had been trying like hell to force a detailed dream his way, and had even said several prayers in hopes that the Creator would provide a name or even the face of the rapist, but so far he had only received scattered symbols through the occasional vision. One of the symbols that stood out to him was that of a circle with an S-shaped line through it, which was clearly the yin and yang symbol. 

A second symbol that had come through a vision was that of a glyph, which as far as Tristan could remember, represented the astrological sign for a Gemini. The vision that stood out to him the most, however, was that of a birthmark. Red in color, it seemed to have been located on somebody's back, and as Tristan thought back to the shape of the birthmark, he remembered it resembling the shape of a square. 

Tristan saw this as a sign that the rapist had such a birthmark, but he couldn't just go around asking guys to take their shirts off, not to mention that the rez had a population of thousands of men. 

Racking his brain for a solution, Tristan thought of a way he could narrow down the possible suspects. But then suddenly it came to him, something he hadn't even considered but that could be somewhat helpful. 

*Call Lucas.*

This voice that went through his head was loud and clear, seeming to convey seriousness as well as urgency at the very same time. When voices came through to Tristan, he saw them as messages from spirits beyond, or possibly even the Creator himself. But Tristan felt reluctant to follow this particular voice, because the very idea of contacting Lucas for help would put a considerable dent in his ego.

Just four weeks ago, Lucas had called him a half-assed clairvoyant, and had even mocked his spiritual gifts, as if expecting them to work perfectly 24/7. The memory of this alone made Tristan less than thrilled to contact his rival, but Claudia was most important in all of this, so he would have to swallow his pride.

Reaching for his mobile on the coffee table, Tristan dialed Lucas's number. It rang once, then twice before Lucas's voice came onto the line. And that was the start of a conversation that would last nearly fifteen minutes.



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 17



It was just after midnight and Claudia had just gotten out of the shower, toweling off her wet body before releasing her curls from the large claw clip. After putting on a pair of boy shorts and a pink tank top, Claudia slipped into a robe and tied it at the waist, then exited the steamy bathroom. 

Padding softly down the hall, she headed for the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea, but on entering the small dining room, she noticed Big John's mother was at the table.

"Hello Claudia." Nursing a mug in her palms, Tina offered a gentle smile.

"Hello." Surprised that Tina was still up, Claudia lifted her brows. "Having trouble sleeping?"

"Nope." She took a sip from her cup, then set it down before speaking again. "But it seems that you are, and have been for some time now. Wanna talk about it?"

"My mom put you up to this, didn't she?"

Tina shook her head.

"Then why are you asking me if I wanna talk about it? 

"Because I care," she replied. "And I've been in your position before, so I know what you're going through."

"What position?"

"You know what I mean, Claudia." Tina's brown eyes gazed deeply into the teen's. "Your mother shared what happened to you, and I think It's important that we have a talk."

"I'll get through it, I'm fine." 

"You're taking four showers a day. That doesn't sound fine to me."

"Are you guys like tracking my bathing habits?"

"It's abnormal, Claudia. We're concerned."

"I like to stay clean."

"Your mother told me you were never this way before the assault. Two showers a day back then, maximum."

Shamed that Tina knew all about her compulsive showering, Claudia lowered her eyes. 

"Grab yourself a mug from the cabinet and sit down with me, sweetheart. Plenty of tea in this pot, so no need to make more."

Heeding that suggestion, Claudia ventured into the kitchen. She then returned with a mug in hand, sitting across from Tina before pouring from the teapot.

"I know your pain, Claudia. And I understand what It's about."

"What do you mean?" Claudia asked.

"Just like you I was raped, and it happened when I was seventeen years old."

"Did they catch the guy who did it to you?"

She shook her head. "He was a white man, so tribal law didn't apply to him. He just came on the rez, did his thing, and then left without being prosecuted."

"Men get away with that here?"

"Non-Native guys do," she said. "All the time."

With a saddened expression, Claudia gazed into her mug.

"I waited ten years to get therapy, Claudia. And I'm here to tell you that putting it off was a bad idea."

"So what made you decide to finally go for it?"

"I got tired of being miserable."

"So you carried it around for a decade."

"Not only that, but I got into all sorts of destructive behavior. Not to mention accepted a string of abusive men who took advantage of my fragile state."

Ears still perked, Claudia intently listened.

"I don't want that to happen to you, Claudia. I want you to live a good life, with a man who loves and respects you. But unless you start doing the inner work now, you could be putting yourself on a similar path." 

"I'm going to get help," she responded. "But I just need a bit of time to work myself up to doing it."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I guess the idea of sharing private details with a stranger is a little offputting to me." 

"How about someone that's not entirely a stranger?" 

Inquisitively, Claudia looked at Tina.

"I'm a therapist, Claudia. And I specialize in healing teen girls who have been victims of sexual abuse."

"So that's why you're here," she responded. "My mother and Big John put you up to this."

"I'm here because I wanted to meet you and your mother, and also to visit my son. The fact that I'm a therapist had no bearing on my decision to visit. It's purely coincidental, considering the issues you're dealing with."

"So how are we supposed to start this?" Claudia asked. "I mean what do I need to do in order to receive therapy?"

"Talk about your feelings," she said. "Tell me what life is like for you now, and how being raped has changed your outlook."

Thinking about it for awhile, Claudia lowered her eyes to the table. 

"Take your time," Tina said. "We aren't in a rush so just sort out your feelings."

Several moments passed and then finally a full minute before she lifted her gaze, and on noticing how soft and kind Tina's eyes were, Claudia relaxed in the chair. 

"Life right now is okay, I guess," Claudia started. "But I feel like a piece of myself was stolen that night, and I really hate that I allowed him to do that to me."

"You didn't allow it, Claudia. He took advantage of you, overpowered both your mind and your body."

"But I didn't even scream," she responded. "I didn't kick, or hit, or even try to hurt him at all. I just laid there like some sex doll."

"That's what I mean by him overpowering your mind. He used fear to paralyze you, then the strength of his body to take what he wanted."

Recalling the way it had felt to be pinned down, Claudia felt a quiver rise in her stomach.

"Are you thinking back to it right now?" Tina asked.

Nodding her head, Claudia conveyed that she was.

"Tell me how it makes you feel, thinking back to that night when you were violated. I want to know the exact thoughts that are going through your head."

"It makes me feel scared and disgusted," she said. "Also weak and helpless."

"And when you feel scared and disgusted, or weak and helpless, is there anything you do to alleviate these feelings?"

"I take a shower when I feel disgusted, but when I'm scared there's nothing I can do, except to ride it out." Clasping her mug tightly, Claudia continued on. "When the weak and helpless feelings come up, I go to my room and just hang out there. I don't answer texts or calls, just curl up with a pillow and this blanket that I have."

"What kind of a blanket is it?" Tina asked.

"A knitted one," she said. "My grandma made it for me when I was a baby, so it's got some special significance."

"And that makes you feel better?"

Claudia nodded. 

"Tell me about your fears," Tina said. "Have you developed any new ones since the night of the rape?"

"Yes," Claudia said. 

"Share a few."

"Well, I don't like sleeping with my door closed."

"Why not?" 

"Because when I was in the room with him, he closed and locked the door behind us."

"So when you go into your room at night, do you always keep the door open?"

"Yes."

"And why does that make you feel safer?" 

"Because I can see my mother's door from my bedroom," Claudia said. "And knowing that she and Big John are close by, makes me feel more secure."

"What if I told you to close it tonight?" Tina asked. "Would you be willing to try that, or is it too difficult for you right now?"

"I'd rather not," Claudia replied. 

"You'd rather not, but it Isn't a definite no-no..."

Only giving a shrug, Claudia sipped her tea.

"I'd like you to try," Tina said.

"Why? What good will it do?"

"Push you past your fears, make you realize that leaving the door open is just a crutch."

"What if I worked up to it?" Claudia asked. "Tonight I could leave the door halfway open, and tomorrow I'll make a go of closing it all the way."

"That would be a great start," Tina said, and after taking a sip from her mug, gently set it on the table. "So this boyfriend of yours, Tristan. Tell me about your relationship with him."

"It's okay, I guess. But at present moment we're having some problems, so things aren't quite as good as I'd like them to be."

"And how is that?" Tina asked. "Tell me about the changes you'd like to occur in your relationship."

"Well a big part of it is the fact that he now has a baby, and It's by this girl he used to be with, who is now living at his house."

"So there's jealousy involved, am I correct?

"Yes, but It's directed more to the mother, than it is at the baby."

"And why are you jealous of the mother?"

"Because she's living with him," Claudia stated. "I'm the one who is his actual girlfriend, and yet she gets to be in the same house as him."

"What's your biggest fear regarding that?"

"That she'll tempt him into having sex with her, and maybe he'll even decide that he wants to be with her again."

"Are you and Tristan still physically active, or is it something you're currently unable to do?"

"I'm unable to do it," she replied. "Which is weird, because a part of me wants to, but when I imagine myself actually going through with it, I get really nervous and fearful."

"What are you fearful about?" 

"That I'll freak out, or cry, or do something else really stupid."

"So it Isn't that you're disgusted by the act of having sex, but fearful of having flashbacks."

"Exactly."

"And does Tristan support your inability to be with him in a physical way?"

"Yes he does," Claudia said. "But I can tell that he's getting antsy, and in his mind, I'll be ready in a couple of weeks. Which makes me super nervous because I feel like I won't."

"Let him know this," Tina suggested. "Speak to him and express all of your concerns."

"I want to," Claudia replied. "But I feel like if I don't give into him soon, he might end up having sex with Shauna."

"Is that the name of the baby's mother?"

"Yes." 

"And is she aware that you were raped?"

"I don't know," Claudia replied. "I mean I would certainly hope that Tristan didn't tell her, because It's really none of her business."

Taking a moment to just be quiet, Tina filled her mug with more chamomile. She then topped up Claudia's cup as well before placing the teapot back down. 

"You need to focus on reclaiming your sexuality, Claudia. Get in touch with your inner self and let her know that sex Isn't something to be feared, but enjoyed and cherished with someone that you love."

"How am I supposed to do that?" Claudia asked. "I don't even know what my inner self is, or how to get in touch with it."

"What do you stand for?" Tina asked. "What is your purpose in life, your motivations, your goals and beliefs?"

Slightly stumped by so many questions at once, Claudia didn't have an immediate answer.

"These are all questions I want you to journal on," Tina replied. "They will help you fully connect with that inner spirit, so that speaking to the person within will be effortless for you."

"I'll give it a try," Claudia said, but internally she was feeling uncertain, even confused as to the whole inner spirit thing.

"I also want you to think about taking a yoga class. It will help you stay body-centered and firmly rooted in the present moment."

"I am in the present moment," Claudia said. "I'm here with you right now, aren't I?"

"Physically, yes," she responded. "But whenever you have flashbacks or experience feelings of disgust or self-loathing, you're rooted in the past. This keeps you in a continuous loop of negative emotions, so instead of connecting with who you are in the present moment, you're connecting with the girl who was raped in that room."

"But I am the girl who was raped in that room."

"You may identify with her, but she's a fragment of you, Claudia. No more than a past version of yourself that suffered trauma."

"If she's just a past version, then why do I still feel the pain? Why is it so easy for me to remember every detail, to experience the emotions that I went through on that night?"

"Because you're stuck in reliving that moment. It's become a habit for you, something that keeps you frozen in a familiar place."

"And you really think that yoga will help me break out of it?"

"I'm certain it will," Tina said. "I've suggested it to many of my past clients, and they all found it immensely helpful on their path to healing."

"Well I guess It's worth a try," Claudia said. "But I don't know of any yoga classes here on the rez."

"They offer one at the community center. It's held on Tuesdays, at six p.m."

"Those poses, though," Claudia said. "I'm just not sure if I'll be able to do any of them."

"It's beginning yoga, Claudia. Meaning you'll start off with the basics. Nothing fancy, just simple stuff."

"Okay." Clearly reluctant about the whole idea, Claudia looked down into her mug of tea, but as Tina reached out to grab her hand, she lifted her gaze to the older woman's.

"The yoga and journaling will be good for you, Claudia. They'll put you into a positive state of mind, change your outlook and facilitate healing."

"I guess..."

"No, don't guess. Just claim and believe that it will, and things will change."

A sigh eased itself out of Claudia's lips while her palm remained clasped with Tina's.

"Alright, I claim it. But to be honest, I'm not so sure I believe."

"That's fine," Tina responded. "You'll work up to it as the weeks go on."

"Thanks for talking with me," Claudia said. "I do feel better now that we've had a chat."

"My pleasure." Tina smiled at her. "And I'll be here on the rez until the day after Christmas, so I expect us to meet each week for a therapy session."

"I'm open to that," Claudia replied. "I developed this habit of sleeping with the lights on, so maybe we could talk about in that in our next session."

"Definitely," Tina said. "And be sure to write down anything else that pops up in your mind."

"Will do." She gave Tina's hand a squeeze, then scooted back her chair before rising to her feet.

"Sleep well, Claudia," Tina said while pulling her into a hug. "And remember what we discussed about leaving your bedroom door halfway open."

"Yeah." With a nod of her head, Claudia conveyed that she did remember, then headed out of the living room and towards her bedroom at the end of the hall.

Upon reaching it, she shrugged out of her robe, tossing it onto a chair. So used to sleeping with the door wide open, it was difficult for her to partially close it, but after doing just that, she climbed into bed and beneath the covers. Shifting her gaze to the soft light of the bedside lamp, she contemplated whether or not to turn it off. 

A part of her wanted to, as she knew it was a crutch and just a way of alleviating her fears. But she was so used to having a light on as she slept, that the idea of pitch darkness caused a tightening in her belly. 

Baby steps, she told herself. I'll try it tomorrow, but tonight is too soon.

Snuggling deeper beneath the covers, Claudia closed her eyes. It took thirty minutes for sleep to beckon, but once it did she slept deeply, breathing softly and without any nightmares.

* * * * 

Claudia's gaze swiveled over the small exam room, minutes ticking by slowly as she waited for the doctor to reappear. She hated hospitals, always had even as a child, but as she sat there pondering what the results of her tests would be, she was trying very hard to believe that everything would be alright. 

Now seven weeks past the rape, Claudia had reached a point where she was no longer in denial, and had also come to learn that being a sex assault victim held no shame. For the last three weeks, she'd been soul journaling on a daily basis, and attended yoga classes every Tuesday as part of her inner healing. 

Wednesday and Fridays mornings were reserved for therapy with Tina, and after only seven sessions Claudia was already noticing improvement. 

While flashbacks used to happen often and sporadically, Claudia was now fully aware of the triggers which brought them about. She'd also managed to reduce her showering to two times a day, and had even worked up to finally sleeping with the light off. Insomnia was still an issue from time to time, but for the most part she'd been able to maintain a bedtime of twelve a.m.

Overall she was feeling less sad and more like herself, as the ideas that Tina suggested seemed to all benefit her in one way or another. But as she glanced at the large clock on the exam room wall, Claudia noticed an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Hoping like hell that the long wait didn't mean bad news, she shifted her gaze to the closed door. Perking her ears, she listened out for approaching footsteps, but the sounds of hacking coughs were all she could make out from beyond the door. Sighing heavily, she retrieved her phone from the pocket of her jacket, then clicked the tiny envelope icon to read the text that had been sent.

*Miss you lots. Text or call me immediately after you get the results. I love you.*

Smiling gently, Claudia slipped the phone back into her pocket, and it was at that exact moment that the exam room door finally opened.

"I apologize for the wait." Offering Claudia a weak smile, the female doctor held a manila folder with her test results. 

"No problem," Claudia said, but in reality she was impatient, watching intently as the physician scanned the document in her hand.

"Now as far as the pregnancy test, it did come back negative, so you're in the clear with that."

"Oh yes, thank God." Briefly closing her eyes, Claudia let out a heavy breath. But as the doctor flipped to a different document in the folder, her nervousness was renewed. "And what about the second test?"

"Gonorrhea and chlamydia both came back negative, as did syphilis and hepatitis. But we need you to come back in a month and a half for HIV testing."

"So I'm good for right now?"

"Yes." Closing the manila folder, the doctor glanced at Claudia. "Considering that he didn't use a condom, I'd say you're very lucky. The medication we gave you probably helped as well, so just be glad that you came to the hospital for treatment, because some girls are too ashamed and afraid to let anyone know."

"I know I'm lucky," Claudia said. "And I'm definitely grateful that my friends were so quick to get me help."

"You've got a very supportive group," the doctor said, and opening the door so they could walk out together, led the way into the hall. "I have a feeling the HIV test will be negative as well, so just stay positive and be well until then, alright?" 

"Okay." Having reached the end of the hall, Claudia and the doctor parted with a smile, each going their separate ways down the long hospital corridor. 

Feeling lighter and a lot less stressed than she had for the past seven weeks, Claudia continued to the elevators, phone already in hand as she texted Tristan the good news.

* * * *

"I have a confession to make."

Sitting behind the wheel of his Lincoln Continental, Tristan focused his gaze on Claudia, who looked back with an uncertain expression.

"Okay." Heart beating quicker, she waited for the disclosure. "So what is it?"

"I saw Shauna's breasts on Thanksgiving night, while she was nursing Maggie in the kitchen." As if gauging Claudia's reaction, Tristan studied her face before continuing on. "I got really turned on from it, even imagined having sex with her, too. But of course I didn't actually do it because I love you, and you're my girl."

Momentarily speechless, Claudia stared at Tristan's reddening face. "Well wow, this comes as a shock to me, but at the same time I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. I mean we haven't have sex for nearly two months now and Shauna's a pretty girl, so why wouldn't you desire her?"

"I'm more attracted to you than I am to her," Tristan said. "And I'm not just saying it, I really mean it. I just think that us not having sex for so long is making me see her in a way that I normally wouldn't." 

"Well I know you have your needs," Claudia said. "So I can't really be upset that you were tempted."

"Just so you know, I'm not asking for permission to do anything. I only told you this about Shauna because it was eating me up with guilt. I want to be honest with you, not hide things away and keep them in the shadows." 

"I appreciate your honesty," Claudia said. "Really I do, I can't imagine the kind of courage it took to tell me."




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 17



"So you really aren't upset?"

Claudia shook her head. "No, I'm not. But it does make me feel jealous that you saw her without her top on. I mean I know you used to be together so of course you've seen her naked and everything. But you seeing her boobs does definitely make me jealous." 

"It was purely a lustful thing, no feelings of affection, you do understand that?" 

She nodded. 

"Good," Tristan said, and grabbing her hand in his, held it with gentle tenderness. "I'm glad I got that off my chest.

"Well since we're confessing and everything, I should probably get something off my chest as well."

"Oh?" Now wearing an uncertain expression of his own, Tristan's face went tight with nervousness. 

"Yeah. But It's nothing major, just a little thing that happened between me and Lucas at the pow wow."

Remaining perfectly still, Tristan waited tensely for Claudia to spill the beans.

"He kissed me on my cheek," she said. "Which was obviously totally innocent, but the thing is, I actually liked it."

"I see..." Holding her hand just a little bit looser, Tristan's face went slack. "Well that's not exactly surprising, considering you two still have feelings for each other."

Unable to say anything in response, Claudia could only look straight faced at Tristan.

"I really hate to admit this, but I guess I kinda deserve all of this."

"No way," Claudia said. "You did nothing to bring this on."

"Yeah, I kind did." Nodding his head, Tristan continued on. "You two broke up prematurely, and I was pretty much the catalyst behind that."

"We broke up because I was going to college," Claudia said.

"Did you?" His eyes peered deeply into her own. "You told me it was because Lucas could see that you and I were getting closer, and that he felt second best because of the connection you and I shared."

"Well yeah, that is true," she admitted. "But I always kinda felt that our differing paths were driving us apart. I was going off to college and he wasn't, so I got the feeling that he didn't quite feel as if he measured up."

"And of course I kissed you on prom night, so that really hurt him a lot too."

Continuing to look at Tristan, she noticed he had a far off expression, as if vividly recalling past events.

"I figured if I kissed you on prom night that you would think twice about sleeping with him, maybe even realize that I was the one you should really be with." 

"So you actually thought it out." Now staring at him, Claudia saw the guilt on his face. "I figured it was just a spur of the moment thing, like you couldn't help yourself and got weak and lost control."

"It was that too," he replied. 

"Well Lucas and I did come close to having sex on prom night," Claudia admitted. "But I didn't go through with it, because I was feeling unsure whether or not he was actually the right one."

"And that's what I wanted. For you to feel conflicted and uncertain so that you wouldn't give him your virginity." 

Only staring at him, Claudia continued to listen on.

"I know it was wrong of me, but I really wanted you," Tristan said. "And I was determined to make it happen between us. But I never thought Lucas would take it so hard. I just figured he'd move on quickly, find another girl that he liked even better."

Claudia's mouth pulled into a straight line, jaw setting in a way that expressed discontent.

"But of course he didn't find another girl that he liked better. You're awesome, Claude. So why the hell would he?"

Claudia's features were relaxing now, lips once again taking on their nice, full shape.

"My thought behind it was, Lucas can have any girl that he wants. But me? I've never been able to pull women like him."

"I don't see why not," Claudia said. "You're incredibly cute, not to mention a sweetheart."

"That's nice of you to say, but most girls on the rez see me as strange and too intense. So even though they might possibly find me cute, It's my awkwardness that turns them off."

"But that's one of the things I really like about you," Claudia said. "I find it endearing, and your intenseness is sexy."

"See that's what I mean, Claude. You accept me like no one else does. I knew there weren't any other girls who saw me like that, so now you understand why I was so desperate to get you from Lucas."

"Yeah, I get it. But I just wish it hadn't been so premeditated."

"I know, it was wrong of me. And I now realize that coming between you two has sorta backfired on me."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Well, that sexual tension you guys have...It's because you never had the chance to come together in a physical way, so everytime you're near one another, It's like you're overcharged and giving off all this heat."

No lies were being told, so Claudia spoke not one word in rebuttal.

"I don't know what I'm trying to say here exactly, but I guess I can understand why you and he are so drawn to one another. And maybe It's karma for what I did to him, like a way of me being punished for wedging you two apart."

"Well it certainly wasn't the nicest thing," Claudia stated. "But I think you're being too hard on yourself."

"No, I'm not. But it was a long time ago, so I guess I should just let it go already."

"Exactly. It's done and over, so what can you do?" Grasping her yoga mat, Claudia prepared to exit the car. "Is there anything else you wanted to talk about? Because if not, I should probably get to class." 

"No, that was it," he said. "And thanks for not being mad about the Shauna thing. I really do appreciate it."

"It's fine, being mad would serve no purpose." She planted a kiss on his lips, then pushed the door open to step outside. "See you after class, alright?"

"Sure thing," Tristan replied, and after watching her get out of the car, he started the engine up.

A few seconds later he was pulling away, leaving Claudia to enter the building and disappear behind the double doors.

* * * *

Claudia exited the community center and walked out into the night, pulling the zipper of her parka up higher as she descended the small flight of steps. Lined with faux shearling, the parka should have kept her warm from the winter chill, but the night was bitterly cold, with gusts of wind that blew leaves around her feet. 

Coming to a stop at the curb, Claudia retrieved her phone from the pocket of her jacket. She then dialed Tristan's number before putting the receiver to her ear, and as the line began to ring she eagerly waited for someone to pick up. 

Hope soared within her when the phone was answered on the fourth ring, but as but as an AC/DC song blared through the receiver, Claudia winced and called out his name.

"Tristan?"

Trying her best to hear through all of the loud noise, Claudia waited for his voice to come onto the line. But after nearly half a minute of only hearing the loud rock music, Claudia removed the receiver from her ear, then pressed the call end button. Immediately, she redialed, hoping that this time he would pick up. But the call went straight to voicemail, urging her to leave a brief message.

"Hey sweetie, I'm guessing you're on your way, but I still thought I would call." Pausing for a moment, she zipped her jacket up higher to ward off the wind. "Anyways, I'll be waiting outside the building, near that flagpole where you always pick me up. See you in a bit, alright?"

Having finished speaking into the receiver, Claudia slipped the phone into her pocket, then pulled her fur lined hoodie over her head. As she stood there waiting for Tristan to show up, some of the women who had been in the yoga class headed for their cars, while others were picked up by husbands or boyfriends at the drop off curb. 

A few minutes passed as she stood there in the howling wind, then finally a half hour, before she dialed Tristan's number for the third time.

Receiving the voicemail once again, Claudia sighed in frustration. She then ended the call before dialing a different number, and as the line began to ring she waited, willing somebody to pick it up.

* * * *

Lucas woke up in a dark room to the sound of a blaring ringtone, its melodic beat cutting through the silence and grating on his ears. The bed he lay in was a single, but the body beside him reminded him that he wasn't alone. Stretching his arm out, he reached for his mobile on the bedside table. Still ringing, it seemed to urge him to pick up, and after swiping his thumb against the lit-up screen, spoke into the receiver.

"Hello?" Deepened from sleep, his voice came out sounding husky.

"Lucas?" 

Sitting up in bed, he immediately recognized the voice as belonging to Claudia. "Hey, what's up?" 

"I need a ride home," she said in a tiny voice. "I'm stranded at the community center and don't have any way back."

"Then I'll come on out," he replied. "But doesn't Tristan usually pick you up?" 

"I called three times and his voicemail kept picking up. Which is really unusual because even if he's away from his phone he always shows up, without fail."

"That is weird," Lucas said. "You think he forgot you have yoga class tonight?"

"He couldn't have forgotten, he was the one who dropped me off."

"Well hey, I'll come get you. No problem at all. Just give me a few minutes to get on a coat and some shoes, and I'll be right there to pick you up."

"Thanks," Claudia replied. "I would have called my mom or Big John to pick me up, but they're out in Missoula, doing some Christmas shopping."

"No need to thank me, I'm glad to do it. Just sit tight and be safe, alright? I'll be there as quickly as I can."

"Okay, see you soon."

"See ya," Lucas said before ending the call, but before he could swing his legs over the side of the bed, glossy pink fingernails began to graze his inner thigh.

"Lay back down and relax, baby," spoke a female voice from the pillow beside him. "I'm not finished with you yet."

"I have to go." Slipping out from beneath the crumpled sheets, Lucas evaded the caressing hand. "A friend of mine needs a ride home."

"What friend?" 

Now lifting herself so she sat up in bed, the petite brunette with smudged Kohl eyeliner gave him a dissatisfied look. Her breasts jiggled fetchingly, as if enticing him to go another round. But Lucas was only focused on thoughts of Claudia, who was miserable and stranded out in the cold. 

"Someone I've known since high school," he replied while slipping into his jeans. "She's stranded at the community center."

"Are you fucking her?"

"No."

"Then why are you rushing off to meet her?"

"I told you, she needs a ride home."

"Bullshit. You're obviously fucking her."

"Look, Kayla. You and I have sex together, that's it. This isn't a relationship, nor will it ever be."

"Did I say that I wanted a relationship?"

"No. But you're acting all clingy and jealous."

"Look, I know I'm just a fuck buddy, alright? But I thought It'd be nice if we talked for awhile."

"No time," Lucas said. 

"You had time to screw me, though," she said through a sneer. "But hey, you're clearly a fuck and run type of guy. So yeah, I guess that's cool."

"You're a nice girl, Kayla. And I really mean that. But I'm not looking for a relationship right now so if we could keep things casual, I would appreciate it."

"Fuck you." 

"Already did," he said with a grin.

"Asshole."

"I've been called worse," Lucas flippantly rebutted, and with black winter boots on and his jacket all zipped up, he was ready to head on out. "So I guess I'll see you next time, then."

"There won't be a next time," she affirmed.

"Of course there will. We both had fun, right?"

"I didn't," Kayla proclaimed. "You were lousy in bed. I hardly felt anything at all."

"Liar." A huge grin spread across Lucas's face. "Your pussy contracted and your body went all tense, not to mention the way your face flushed. You climaxed, girl. No doubt about that."

"I faked it."

"Nope." Shaking his head, he spoke once again. "I've been with enough women. I can tell if they're faking or not."

"You can't just run out on me like this." Her lips pushed out into a bona fide pout. "You said you'd stay the night, that we'd have breakfast together in the morning."

"Plans change." Making sure he was presentable, Lucas ran his fingers through his waist length hair, then tied it back into a low ponytail.

"Fine, go." Kayla's features were pinched, contorting her soft, pretty face. "Go fuck that whore, for all I care."

"Naw." Lucas shook his head and gave her a smirk. "She's not that type of a girl."

"And I am?" Now truly furious, Kayla screamed, then grasped a large snow globe from the bedside table.

Already certain it was headed straight for him, Lucas ducked. It shattered against the wall behind him, spraying glass fragments and glittery water. In a dash he was out of the bedroom and down the hallway, heading for the front door that was just ahead. But soon he heard the sound of Kayla following behind, her small feet pattering against the carpet that lined the floor.

"Do not follow me, Kayla." His voice was manly, stern with a hint of annoyance.

Ignoring his demand, Kayla's feet continued to patter, but soon he was at the door and opening it, rushing out into the bitterly cold night. By the time he made it to his pickup truck, Kayla was standing in the doorway, a pink slip covering her short, slim body as she yelled out at him from where she stood. 

He couldn't understand what she was saying and he didn't care, just went heavy on the gas pedal and took off. Then he was speeding down the street, heading in the direction of where Claudia was stranded.

* * * *

"Thanks for picking me up." Climbing into the cab of Lucas's old Chevy pickup, Claudia situated herself on the cracked leather seat.

"No problem." He watched as she put her seatbelt on, then took off and away from the community center. 

"I tried calling Tristan again after we hung up, but still no answer so I'm kind of worried."

"I'm sure he's fine," Lucas said. "Probably just had an emergency with the baby."

"Maybe," Claudia replied. 

"And not one text from him either, huh?" 

"Nope." 

"Well, he must have a really good excuse for not picking you up."

"Things are changing, Lucas," Claudia said with a note of sadness. "He's got Maggie now, so of course she's his first priority."

"True, she is. But I've gotta admit, It's great he's not a deadbeat dad. Not too many guys his age who would be willing to take care of a surprise baby."

"Yeah, he really seems to be trying his best."

"Having said that, though, I don't like that you were kept waiting in the cold. You're a female and It's dark out, anything could have happened to you while you were all alone."

"Thanks for your concern," she said. "But I carry mace with me everywhere I go, plus a defense cat keychain."

"What's a defense cat keychain?" Lucas asked.

Revealing a pink, ultra-tough piece of plastic cut into the shape of a cat's head, Claudia held it up for Lucas to check out.

"You see these two holes right here?" Slipping her middle and ring finger through them, Claudia demonstrated how to use the product. "Well the idea behind it is similar to brass knuckles, except the pointy ears of the cat are to be used for self-defense." 

"Not a bad idea, but is that plastic strong enough to actually do the job?"

"The sales lady said it can easily puncture skin, or even gouge somebody's eyes out."

"Alright, so I guess it is strong enough," Lucas replied. "But I still don't like the idea of you out in the cold after dark."

"My mom told me I could use her car sometimes, but the carburetor's busted right now. So she hasn't been driving it for the past few weeks."

"Well if you ever need a ride, I'm always here. Day or night, just give me call and I'll come get you."

"Thanks, I appreciate that."

Now pulling up at Claudia's house, Lucas maneuvered his truck into the driveway. 

"Thanks for the ride, Lucas."

"No problem, Claude. Anytime."

The engine idled as Claudia grabbed her tote bag and reached for the door handle. She gave Lucas a wave before sliding out of her seat, then headed away from the car and towards the house. But just as she was climbing the steps to the porch, the sound of footsteps came from behind her. Turning her head, she saw that Lucas was following, purple yoga mat in hand as he joined her at the door.

"Oh, my yoga mat." Claudia accepted it from him, then took out her keys. "Thanks, not sure how I forgot that."

"I meant to ask you while we were driving about your therapy with Tina. How's it been coming along?"

"Pretty good." She unlocked the door, then stepped inside to set down her tote bag.

"Glad to hear that." Crossing the threshold behind her, Lucas positioned the yoga mat against the wall. 

"Yeah, It's really been helping quite a bit," she said. "I know all of my triggers now and no longer suffer from so many flashbacks."

"I'm proud of you, Claudia. The hardest part was admitting that you even needed help." 

"Definitely," she replied. "I used to be so in denial, but now that I've come to terms with the whole thing and started on this path to healing, I'm feeling less sad and more like my old self.

"I can't tell you how glad that makes me feel," Lucas said. "Just the idea of that scumbag hampering your beautiful soul was enough to make me really angry."

"He sure tried," Claudia said. "But just because I carry the memory of what he did to me, doesn't mean I have to carry the pain of it, too."

"That's right, and I'm happy you realize that."

"Your hair has glitter in it, by the way," Claudia said. "It's all silvery and scattered through your strands."

"Oh, that..." Lightly chuckling, Lucas combed his fingers through his hair. "This girl threw a snowglobe at my head but it smashed behind me against the wall, so I guess some of the stuff got into my hair."

"Why'd she throw a snowglobe at you?"

"Bad temper," Lucas said. "She didn't get what she wanted from me, so I guess trying to injure me was her way of getting back."

"Is this the girl with the baby?" Claudia asked. "The one you've been trying to make your girlfriend?"

"Naw." Lucas shook his head. "The girl with the baby is named Wanakee."

"So what's the update on you two? Are you officially now a couple, or what?"

"We're friends," he said. "And it seems that's the way she'd rather it be."

"But why?"

"She said I was emotionally unavailable."

"Really?" Crinkling her brows, Claudia gazed at him. "But you've always been so open and free with your emotions, at least from what I can remember when we were dating."

"Yeah, well..." Lucas shifted on his feet. "She seems to think otherwise, so for the time being I've been friend zoned."

"I'm sorry to hear that." And she really was, in a most genuine way.

"Things happen," Lucas said in a display of nonchalance, but on shifting his gaze beyond Claudia's shoulder, he offered an enthusiastic comment. "Nice tree."

Following his line of sight to the living room, Claudia saw he was checking out the Christmas tree. "It is nice, Isn't it?"

Lucas nodded. "Lots of presents stacked up, too."

"More than half of them are from Big John." she said. "Guess he wants to spoil me and my mom, since this is our very first Christmas all together as a family."

"Well you both deserve it," he said. "Especially in light of all the stuff that's gone down in the past few months."

Still gazing at the tree with its multi-colored lights and glinting ornaments, Claudia asked him a question. "Do you have a tree at your house, too?"

"Sure do," he said. "But me, my mom, and my dad are horrible procrastinators, so there's like literally one gift underneath our tree."

"Only twelve days left, you better hurry."

"We're all going Christmas shopping this weekend. Which will be super interesting, because It'll be a complete madhouse."




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 17



"Yeah, good luck," Claudia said. "It'll probably be quite an experience."

"An ideas for what I can get you?" He inquired.

"No need to buy me a present, Lucas. Just stop by the house on the day to say hello."

"But I want to get you one," he said. "And I won't take no for an answer, so telling me not to, will only encourage me even more."

"You would be determined to get me a gift." Shifting her eyes to his face, she gave him a smile. 

"Of course, how could I not? You're one of my favorite people in the whole world."

"Ditto," she responded with an affectionate gaze, and tugging on the sleeve of his fleece lined suede jacket, led him into the kitchen. "Me and my mom made brownies last night. You want a few to take home?"

"Sure." He watched as she took a few from a ceramic platter, then placed them into a Ziploc container before handing them over.

"Big John loves our brownies," she said. "He swears we must put some magic ingredient into them."

"Well they definitely look tasty," Lucas replied. "So I'll probably polish them both off tonight."

Walking side by side, they headed for the door and stepped onto the porch. But instead of either of them saying goodnight, they just stood there in an awkward sort of way.

"Is it weird that I don't want to go home?" Lucas asked. "I kinda just feel like hanging out and talking with you, but of course that'd be totally wrong, right?"

"If all we did was talk, then no it wouldn't. But tomorrow's Sunday, and I've got to wake up pretty early and do some heavy studying. Winter finals are coming up this week, remember?"

"You're right, I should probably get home and get a start on studying myself."

"But maybe we'll hang out another day," she said. "We'll talk over coffee, catch each other up on our progress in college."

"That'd be nice, I look forward to it."

Without even thinking, Claudia opened her arms for a hug, inviting Lucas to lean down and embrace her. As soon as he did, she wrapped her arms around him, face resting against his chest while breathing in his masculine scent. Then, totally unexpectedly, he lifted his fingers to stroke her hair. 

Threading through the strands in a hypnotizing way, he had a touch that made her instantly calm. It was so purely soothing, in fact, that she found herself wondering if she wasn't doing something wrong. 

"Claudia."

Lifting her gaze to meet his, she saw his deep, dark eyes focusing on her face.

"You know that I love you, right?"

"Yes." Her voice came out soft, heart beating a little quicker.

"And I've never stopped loving you, either. Not once since we first split up."

She said nothing in response, only stood there in complete silence.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, that I love you in a way that's pretty deep. It's like this really strong affection I have for you, this way of feeling that just won't go away."

Momentarily tongue-tied, Claudia just stood there taking him in. She couldn't help noticing the way that the moonlight illuminated his features, casting them in a silvery sort of glow. She wanted to respond, wanted to tell him that she felt exactly the same, but she couldn't, nor would she feel right doing such a thing. 

"Wow..." Shifting on her feet, she blinked up at him. 

"I'm sorry if this makes you really uncomfortable, but I just couldn't keep it in anymore."

"No, It's fine," she said. "It's just I don't know what exactly to say..."

"You don't have to say anything. I just wanted to get it off my chest, to let you know exactly what I'm feeling."

"Well you already know how I feel," Claudia said. "I mean words aren't really needed, are they?"

"No, I guess they aren't." He gently smiled, but there was disappointment behind his eyes.

"I think we both know we've got feelings for each other," Claudia said. "But we can't act out on them, Lucas. It just wouldn't be right."

"No." Lucas gently shook his head. "That's not what I was saying, Claude. That wasn't the point." 

"Then what was it?" She was pulling away from him now.

"I just wanted to tell you," he said. "I needed to be upfront and real, so you know exactly how I feel."

"Well now I do," she curtly replied.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"Because you seem kind of cold all of a sudden. It's like you changed right after I told you how I feel." 

For a moment Claudia was quiet, clenching her jaw as she gazed at Lucas. But on reaching the point where she could no longer hold it in, she blurted out her true feelings.

"I'm not some kind of doll to be tugged between you and Tristan. I'm an actual person, with emotions."

"What?" Seemingly confused, Lucas furrowed his brows. 

"It just feels like you two are in constant competition. When one of you gets me, the other suddenly wants to barge in. It's gotten annoying and I want it to stop."

"You think this is a game to me?" Lucas's jaw was set tight. "This Isn't about me manipulating your mind, or trying to get you to be with me again. I just wanted to express how I felt and let it all out."

"But this Isn't the right time," she said. "I'm with Tristan."

"It's not gonna last, Claude, and you know it."

"It will last," she angrily rebutted. What the hell do you know, anyways?"

"I know he's not able to put you first anymore, that he's got other priorities that end up leaving you feeling neglected."

"Maggie is his priority of course, and I totally get that."

"But are you happy?" Lucas asked. "Is this the kind of relationship that you wanted?"

"Well of course it Isn't what I envisioned when we first got together, but what can I do?"

"You're not happy," Lucas said. "And him leaving you stranded tonight is a pretty good sign that things aren't great."

"He didn't do it on purpose."

"Of course he didn't," Lucas retorted. "And I'm sure he has a really good reason for not picking you up. But come on, Claude. He's got his kid and ex-girl living at his house."

"We're working it out," Claudia said. "And Shauna Isn't going to live with him forever. She'll move out soon and get her own apartment." 

"For your sake, I really hope that she does," Lucas said. "But in the meantime how will it feel, knowing Shauna and the baby are shacked up in his house? I mean where exactly do you fit into that picture? You've got your therapy to deal with already, not to mention your leave of absence from school. So my thing is, why take on more baggage than you already have?"

"I can't just abandon him," she said. "It wouldn't be right to throw it all away just because he has a kid."

"So don't abandon him," Lucas said. "But if you're in this for the long haul, just know that Shauna will be in his life forever. Maggie is the link that will keep them in touch, so if you can honestly deal with that, then I wish you luck."

She didn't know what to say anymore, so she just stood there with a pinched expression, as if annoyed that Lucas had managed to speak so much truth. Everything he said had struck a nerve, hit her right at the core and brought up the feelings she'd been trying so hard to keep buried away. But now that they were once again at the surface, she realized that Shauna and Maggie were still an issue, and a big one that wasn't going away.

"I know you're hurting," Lucas said to her. "And I know you're pissed off that another woman had his baby, because you probably wanted to be the one, right? I mean girls are emotional like that, so don't try and tell me that it Isn't an issue." 

"It is," she admitted. "And you're right, I do hate that Shauna is in his life. Which makes me feel like a terrible person, because she's done nothing to me personally."

"But you're entitled to those feelings," Lucas said. "You and Tristan formed a close bond while in high school, so It's only natural that you would hate her."

"I never said I hated her," Claudia rebutted.

"But you do though, right?"

Knowing full well she did, yet not wanting to admit, Claudia gave Lucas her very best poker face. Soon, however, she was no longer able to keep a straight face, and as he smirked, so did she. Unable to keep back the laugh she was holding in, it came out as a loud snort. 

"Wow, finally. There we go."

"There we go what?" Claudia asked.

"I finally got you to laugh. Long time since I've seen you smile like that."

"The way you were staring me down," she said. "Your eyes were so intense that it made me laugh."

"I wasn't staring you down, only trying to get you to admit the truth."

"And I did," she responded.

"No, actually you didn't."

"Alright, so maybe I do hate her a little. Does it make you happy to hear it?"

"Not at all, Claude. I just don't think It's healthy to keep feelings bottled up."

"You're right, It's not healthy. But I'm really trying to work on my jealousy towards her." 

Offering her a sympathetic look, Lucas slipped his hands into his jeans pockets. "So anyways, it was nice to hear you snort. It's been awhile since I've seen that goofy side of you."

Claudia gave him a broad smile. 

"Do it again."

"What, snort?"

"Yeah. I like hearing it."

"What a weirdo." Shaking her head, she gave him a smile.

"If I told you it turned me on, would you do it again?"

Unexpectedly, a second snort came out of her nose.

Lightly chuckling, Lucas said, "Well alright, I guess I got my answer." 

"You're wacky, you know that?"

"No wackier than you."

Standing there watching him, Claudia tried to ignore the shifting feeling that occurred near her heart. She didn't know why it had suddenly happened, but she supposed it had something to do with the way he was gazing at her. Gazing right back, she found that her eyes were magnetized, focusing acutely on his handsome face.

"Seeing you happy makes me feel good," Lucas said. "That's all I really want, is for you to be happy."

"Ditto," Claudia said. "You deserve it as much as I do."

Shifting on his feet, he gave her a little smile.

"So I guess I should let you get home, then," she said.

"Alright." He took a step back from her smaller form. "Sleep well tonight, okay?"

"You too," she softly replied. "And thanks again for coming to pick me up."

"No problem," he replied, then with a turn on his heel he was walking away, heading back to his car that still idled in the driveway.

Once back in the house, Claudia closed the door and locked it behind her, then headed down the hallway towards her bedroom to wind down. Still wondering where Tristan was, Claudia pulled her mobile from her jacket pocket. She then checked for texts or voice messages that had been left, but on seeing she'd received none, Claudia tossed her phone onto the bed. 

Not knowing whether to be worried or upset, she pondered the reasons why Tristan hadn't picked her up. It just didn't make sense because he'd always been so attentive, so respectful of her needs and consistently dependable. So something serious had to have happened, because it wasn't like him at all to just not call and inform her. 

Picking the phone back up, Claudia dialed his number. She willed his voice to come on the line, wanting badly to just hear him say hello. But his phone only rang and rang, leaving her to wonder what had happened.



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 18



For the past hour and a half, Tristan had been taking a nap in front of the TV. On first opening his eyes he noticed there was a sitcom playing on the screen, some old 80's show he had loved as a kid and hadn't seen for many years. Then suddenly it struck him that he was supposed to pick up Claudia, and glancing at the Timex watch wrapped around his wrist, saw it was after eight p.m.

"Shit!" 

Running over an hour late, Tristan sprung to his feet. In a few seconds he was at the front door, slipping into his jacket and putting on his shoes, but on realizing his car keys were missing from the hook, the muscles in his body went tense. 

Seeing but not believing, Tristan stared at the hook for a few more seconds. He then stepped out onto the porch, and seeing that the driveway was empty, felt his heart do a dip.

"Oh, come on!"

Now completely pissed, he went back into the house and slammed the door, then took off his jacket and threw it to the floor. He then sought out his cell phone so he could give Claudia a call, but on remembering that his car was the last place he'd left it, a loud curse was pushed from his lips. 

"Oh, fuck. That's just really great."

He took off one shoe, then another before throwing them both aside, and breathing out a sigh in exasperation, went into the kitchen to get himself a drink. The canned soda he got from the fridge was cold, going down his throat nice and smooth. But he barely noticed the sweet taste at all, because thoughts of Shauna were occupying his head, making him flush and grow hot with profuse anger. 

For weeks, he had been encouraging her to drive his car, to learn the route to the grocery store and other places around the rez. But according to her, the Lincoln was far too large, too overly intimidating for her to even think about operating. This is what she had told him everytime he had asked, the lame excuse she'd given whenever he encouraged her to take a drive and get in some practice. 

Yet now, when he needed the car the very most, she had suddenly taken off, going God knows where to do what in the middle of the night. It was so typical of her, so incredibly stupid that only she could have thought it up, but as he realized how quiet in the house it was, he began to wonder if Maggie was with Shauna. 

She had to be, right? Otherwise what the hell was Maggie doing, and how had she been keeping herself entertained for the past hour and a half? With a stone beginning to form in his stomach, Tristan set his coke down, then headed for his bedroom with long, quick steps. 

Upon entering the nightlight-lit room, he saw that Maggie was in the crib, her tiny form clothed in a pink onesie. But as he stepped even closer he noticed that there was something off, something not quite right about the way she was sleeping. It wasn't until he looked right over her crib, however, that he realized what was bothering him. 

Along with being completely still, she wasn't making the slightest noise. No breathing sounds at all, no little snorts or grunts or even a gurgle. Just an absolute and pervading silence that unsettled him right to the very core. Rigid with tenseness, Tristan reached out to touch her arm, but on finding that it was cold to the touch, his stomach rolled over in dread. 

"Maggie?" Touching her foot next, he discovered it was not only chilled, but also horribly clammy. 

Now genuinely terrified, Tristan lightly shook her body, hoping like hell it would wake her up. But no response was received, not even the gentlest of stirrings. Positioning his hand in front of her nose, Tristan checked to see if she was breathing. His jaw clenched tight, pulse racing as he waited a few seconds, but no air flowed through to confirm respiration.

In a panic he lifted her out of the crib, then held her tightly against his chest. He patted her on the back a few times, then made a circular motion with his palm. But the baby remained motionless, so scarily cold and limp in his arms. 

"Oh God..." Now beginning to cry, Tristan cradled her in his arms. "Maggie, wake up. I'm begging you, please."

With wet, dull eyes, Tristan stared at her tiny face, hoping to see some kind of movement. But her stillness told a story he didn't want to believe, causing tears to pour out and drip down his chin. 

"Wake up for me, Maggie. Please." The lump in his throat nearly choked off the words, constricting his breathing as he blubbed through the tears. "I'll be a good dad to you, I promise. I'll love you and take care of you and hold you whenever you want..."

So delicate and innocent, Maggie remained deathly still, like a factory assembled doll with the upmost detailed facial features. This in turn made Tristan weep even harder, and soon tears were falling off his chin, dotting Maggie's little face with their salty wetness.

But then suddenly he felt a shift, something so subtle he couldn't be entirely sure. Staring intently he sucked in a breath, then willed it to happen again. A tiny noise could be heard as Maggie parted her lips, followed by her moving in Tristan's arms, but it wasn't until her eyes came fully open that he let out the breath he'd been holding in.

"Maggie?" 

She took in a gasp of air, then lightly gurgled before emitting a soft whimper. And it was at that very moment, Tristan heard the most beautiful sound in the world. 

Crying loudly, Maggie balled her hands into tiny fists, face going red and all scrunched up. Tristan felt her body begin to warm, lungs once again functioning as her cries filled the room. His heart swelled with gratefulness, tension releasing from his body as he held her tiny form. 

He didn't know how it happened, but somehow she'd been given back to him, relinquished from a place where souls were sent after passing away. He'd felt death in her, of that he was certain, but for some reason she'd been spared, allowed to remain with him here on this earth.

Now sitting on the edge of the bed, Tristan looked intently into Maggie's eyes, admiring their perfect almond shape as he spoke to her in a low, hushed voice. 

At first he just spoke a few sweet words, simple phrases that would soothe a crying baby. But as her face stayed scrunched and her cries grew in volume, he decided to try something else. This time instead of speaking only English, he decided to mix in Blackfoot. 

"Daddy loves you, do you know that?" He waited a few seconds, then translated in Blackfoot. "Kitukomimmo, Maggie."

Having quieted at the sound of the Blackfoot word, the baby now regarded him with curiosity. Her brows were still scrunched and her fists were still balled, but only whimpers now came out of her mouth. 

"My heart is yours, now." Looking her deep in the eyes, he spoke it in his language. "Kitokoto ni nusskettsipopi." 

Staring hard up at her father's face, Maggie's eyes went wide and bright. 

"You're wonderful, my little one. So beautiful and perfect in every way." He grazed his finger along her miniature nose, then placed a kiss on the very tip. "Kestoa pissatapiu, soksinatuksinni, ni inukotsiu. Soksinatsiu nitukskum."

Now cooing with happiness, Maggie smiled at Tristan.

"You like that one, huh?" He lightly chuckled. "Well it is true, you know. You're the most beautiful baby I've ever seen."

"She is, Isn't she?" 

Shifting his attention to the bedroom doorway, Tristan saw that Shauna was at the threshold. 

"Oh, hey..." Tristan's gaze dipped to her ripped jeans, then up to the hippie patchwork jacket that she had on. "I had a feeling you might be standing there."

"Then why didn't you say anything?" She asked. 

"Because Maggie and I are a having a moment." 

Stepping into the nightlight-illuminated room, Shauna sat on the bed next to Tristan. "I was listening in the hallway and I heard everything you were saying to Maggie. I think It's very sweet what you told her, not to mention teaching her Blackfoot at such an early age."

"My parents did the same to me," he replied. 

"That's great. This is just the sort of experience I wanted her to have." 

They were silent for a moment, but soon Shauna's voice was once again filling the stillness.

"So wow, you're actually holding her." Regarding Tristan with wide eyes, Shauna observed the display of father bonding with daughter.

"Well I figured it was about time," he responded. "I mean up until now, I've been practically ignoring her."

"True," she softly replied. "But there's no time like the present, so I'd say you're on the right path."

Gazing down at Maggie's face, Tristan recalled how not long ago she'd been unresponsive, so cold and still in his arms that he'd been certain she was dead. But now as he sat holding her close against his chest, he realized it was time to inform Shauna.

"Something happened with Maggie a little while ago, Shauna. And it was pretty damn scary, so I think you should know."

"Okay..." Gazing at Tristan with rapt attention, Shauna waited for him to go on.

"She stopped breathing," he blurted out. "And I know for a fact that at one point she was actually dead, but somehow she came back to life."

"What?" Shauna's jaw dropped in shock, gaze dipping to her baby daughter's face. "What do you mean she stopped breathing?"

"I found her in the crib cold to the touch, and when I tried to wake her up she wouldn't move. I picked her up out of the crib and held her, then started begging for her to come back. And suddenly, out of nowhere, she started moving and crying in my arms."

"And you're for sure that she was dead?" Her voice was now panicked, eyes becoming wet at the mere thought. 

"Yes." Tristan nodded. "She was limp in my arms, Shauna. Not breathing at all."

"Oh my God." 

Still staring at Maggie, Shauna reached out to caress her, softly stroking the patch of hair that covered her head. Maggie happily gurgled in response to her mother's touch, then sucked on her tiny fist. But Shauna could only silently cry, chin quivering as she gazed at her daughter.

Noticing the tears rolling down Shauna's cheeks, Tristan gave her a sympathetic look. With Maggie securely cradled in one arm, he was able to loop the other around Shauna's form. Bringing her closer against his body, he tenderly held her and just let her cry. 

No words were needed to soothe her, only his masculine presence to provide her with strength. And soon, after she had no more tears left to give, she wiped her face off and straightened herself. 

"I'm sorry for crying, It's just the thought of Maggie dead..." Voice husky with emotion, she struggled to continue. "I wasn't even here to watch over her. I was out driving around, wasting my time on stupid people."

"What people?" Tristan asked.

"Some people I met while I was out."

"Guys?"

"Both guys and girls mixed together," she said. "They were a group."

"What were you doing with them?"

"Just hanging out."

"Where?" 

"In the back of the Quik Mart."

Staring hard at Shauna, Tristan conveyed that he wanted to know more.

"We hung out back and smoked some weed, alright? But I only took a few hits, so don't get all bent out of shape."

"You smoked weed..."

"Yes."

"Is this like a regular thing for you, or you just did it because they were there?"

"I do it occasionally..." Clearly reluctant to finish, she slowly let out the remaining words. "Maybe two or three times a week at most, but that's pretty much it."

"So everytime you breastfeed Maggie, she gets a bit of what you've smoked."

"Well yeah," Shauna responded. "But weed is harmless, it doesn't do anything bad."

Shaking his head with an exasperated sigh, Tristan gave her a look of disbelief. "I don't believe you, Shauna. How could you even do such a thing?"

"This is pot we're talking about, Tristan. Not heroin or meth, so just chill out."

"It could be laced with chemicals, or other drugs. Didn't you ever think about that?"

"Well no I didn't, but I'm sure that It's okay."

"You're sure It's okay..." Narrowing his eyes, he gave her an intense look. "That sounds completely stupid, you do realize that." 

"So now I'm dumb?"

"You're certainly acting like it!"

"Stop yelling," Shauna said. "You have no right to do that."

"I have every right, because I'm angry and disappointed in you. This is Maggie we're talking about here. Our baby, Shauna. We're supposed to look out for her."

"And we are," she said. "Maggie's happy and well fed, and lives in a nice, safe home."

"And she also drinks breastmilk loaded with chemicals and bacteria," he said. "Just the sort of crap you wanna feed a baby as It's growing and developing."

"It's not even that serious." Shauna's face was red now, brows lowered in anger. "You're making it seem as if I'm doing something horrible to her."

"Because you are," Tristan replied. "Didn't you just hear me tell you what pot is laced with?" 

"You sound like my dad," Shauna said. "You used to be so easygoing, and now you're all uptight."

"Well thank God one of us is because Maggie needs a parent, not a fucking stoner."

"I smoke three times a week. Does that sound like a stoner?" 

"Close enough." Tristan gently placed Maggie into Shauna's arms, then stood to his feet and headed to the crib.

"What are you doing?" Eyeing him curiously, Shauna watched as he pulled the crib away from the wall, then hoisted it up to carry it out.

"Maggie's sleeping out front with me from now on. I need to keep an eye on her."

"What the hell?" Standing to her feet, Shauna followed behind Tristan as he maneuvered the crib out of the door and down the hallway. "So now I'm not even fit to have her sleep in the same room?"

"That's right," he responded. "For all I know, you could be smoking in there while she's sleeping."

"That Isn't true, I've never done that!"

Having entered the living room, Tristan placed the crib right next to the couch, then took Maggie from Shauna's arms and held her closely to his chest.

"You're not breastfeeding her anymore, either," he said. "From now on she'll be bottle fed, understand?"

"You can't keep me from breastfeeding her!" Shauna exclaimed. "I'll do as I damn well please and if you try and stop me, I swear I'll leave and take her with me."

"So leave," Tristan said. "But she'll stay here with me, where It's safe."

"No way," Shauna said. "If I go, then Maggie comes with me."

"She's an enrolled tribal member now," he rebutted. "You try and take her off the rez, I'll report her as kidnapped."

"Good luck with that, because I have the papers to prove I'm the biological mother."

"Doesn't matter, you're non-tribal, so they'll rule in favor of me. You have no rights here. This is Indian land, remember?"

"Why are you doing this?" Her face was pinched in distress. "I didn't do anything to deserve this. I'm just trying to be a good mom and care for our daughter."

"Then be a good mom," he stated. "But until you stop smoking pot and get it entirely out of your system, you will not be breastfeeding Maggie."

"I have no problem giving the pot smoking up," she said. "But please don't make her sleep out here. I need her close by, where I can see and touch her."

"You've had that chance for many weeks now. It's my turn to be close to her. We need to bond anyways."

Perhaps knowing that she had lost the fight, Shauna stared at Tristan with a defeated look. "Fine, she can sleep with you out here. But I get to spend as much time with her as I want during the day."

"Of course, I have no problem with that."

"And once the weed is totally out of my system, I go back to breastfeeding her."

"I'm good with that, too. I just want the best for Maggie, and to know that she's properly developing."

Walking closer to Tristan, she held out her arms as a gesture towards Maggie. "I need a moment to hold her. To give her a kiss and say goodnight."

Pulling Maggie away from his chest, Tristan placed her in Shauna's arms. He watched as Shauna smiled at Maggie, then playfully brushed noses before pulling back. The next few moments were spent with Shauna speaking gentle, loving phrases and after caressing the baby's thick, raven black hair, she said a few words in parting. 

"Goodnight bumble bum. Sweet dreams and see you in the morning."

"Bumble bum?" As Shauna placed Maggie back into his arms, he lifted his brows with a smirk.

"That's right, bumble bum is my pet name for her."

"Okay." The smirk still remained on Tristan's lips.

"Well what's your pet name for her?" Shauna inquired. 

"I don't have one."

"Then make one up," she said. "That way she'll have one from each of us."

"I'll think one up," Tristan replied. "But I have got an Indian name for her now."

"Oh yeah? Share." 

"Wawetseka." Pronouncing it loud and with pride, he beamed down at Maggie's face. "It means, 'pretty woman'."

"Wawetseka," Shauna said it slowly, as if testing it out on her tongue. "I like it. It's a beautiful name."

"Fitting, too," he said. "Even though she's only seven and a half months, you can already tell she'll grow up real pretty."

"She'll probably look like your mom," Shauna replied. "I always did think she was a good looking woman."

"Well you're right about that but I think you had something to do with Maggie's beauty, as well. I mean you've always been easy to look at."

"Really?" Blushing at his compliment, Shauna's eyes went all soft.

"Yeah," Tristan replied, but his gaze was still plastered on the baby. "Anyways, I should probably get her to bed."

"Okay." Easing back a few steps, Shauna said, "Maybe we could have breakfast together in the morning."

"Yeah, that'd be nice."

"Great. Then I'll make us pancakes."

"Sounds good," Tristan said. 

"Oh, by the way, you left your cell phone in the car." Retrieving it from her pocket, she handed it over to Tristan. "Claudia called while I was driving and I tried to pick up, but wasn't able to speak to her before she hung up."

"Thanks for letting me know. I'll give her a call in a bit."

"Have a good night, then," Shauna said. "And I'll see you in the morning."

"Yeah, see ya." He turned to put Maggie in her crib, but remembering he'd found her there lifeless not long ago, decided instead to keep hold of her for the night. 

After positioning himself so that he was stretched out on the couch, Tristan placed Maggie on his chest, then held her secure with both his palms. Wanting her to feel the beating of his heart, he placed her little hand on the spot. 

As she lowered her gaze to it, Maggie seemed to understand that he was sharing a part of himself, allowing her to feel the light drumming of his heart as it beat steadily against his chest. 

"That's my heartbeat, Maggie," he softly stated. "You feel it thumping around?"

Seemingly fascinated by the steady pattering of his chest, Maggie's eyes went wide with interest, mouth forming a small and perfect 'o'. Amused by her expression, Tristan lifted her hand and tenderly kissed it, then situated her on his chest so that she was laying flatly against it. 

After some time had passed, Maggie's lids began to droop. It seemed as if the up and down motion of his chest was lulling her to sleep, soothing her tiny body as she gradually drifted off. Reaching a hand up to caress her head, he marveled at how tiny it was. 

She was so small, so delicate, so innocent and perfectly made that he just couldn't stop staring at her. She was a gift he hadn't been appreciating for the past three months, but that was going to change now, and in a big way. 

"Okani miksiskum, ni inukotsiu."

Sleep well, little one, were the words he had just spoken, and after caressing her cheek with the pad of his thumb, he finally gave Claudia a call.

* * * * 

The sandwiches that Claudia had prepared sat neatly on a decorative plate. Directly beside them were two cans of Coke, as well as napkins and a bowl of chips for her and Tristan to share. Eager to see him, she glanced out of the kitchen window, eyeing the street beyond the yard to see if Tristan was pulling up. But on seeing that he was nowhere in sight, she stepped away from the window and leaned against the kitchen counter. 




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 18



Freshly showered and wearing well-applied makeup, Claudia was wearing a floral print peach colored dress. Half of her hair had been secured in a claw clip, while the rest had been left to cascade loosely around her shoulders. 

Glancing at her cell phone she saw it was half past twelve, which gave her another half hour before Tristan was due to arrive. Feeling nervous, she began pacing back and forth across the kitchen linoleum, going over the mental checklist that was still in her mind. Since ten a.m. that morning, she'd been preparing herself for him - shaving, plucking, and moisturizing her body until it was perfectly ready for that intimate act. 

Now silkily soft and smelling like soap and scented lotion, Claudia was visually put together and more than ready to present herself. Yet although eager to have the experience of Tristan being inside her again, there was also a part of her that was ridiculously nervous, as if she were a virgin all over again. 

It had been nearly seven weeks since the rape had happened, but to Claudia it somehow felt shorter. Undeniably irritated that the rapist had been the last man inside of her, she was eager to replace the memory of that terrible night. So eager, in fact, that she was forgoing the three month wait period that she and Tina had made in therapy. But Tina didn't have to know that she was breaking an agreement they'd made in therapy. 

Pushing aside the bit of guilt that she felt, Claudia told herself it was important, imperative even, that she and Tristan resume their sex life. Before the rape they'd been intimate on a daily basis, and there was definitely a part of herself that missed connecting with him in that way. 

She also wanted to reclaim her sexuality, to see sex as a pleasurable and positive thing, rather than scary, forceful, and painful. She needed to redefine what sex meant to her, and what better way to do that, than to get back in the habit of sharing her body with the man she loved and trusted?

Glancing once again at her cell phone, Claudia saw it was twenty minutes to one, which meant that Tristan would soon arrive. Still significantly nervous, she smoothed a palm against her dress, then fingered her freshly washed curls. 

The fluttery feeling of butterflies in her stomach began to increase, and her mouth was dry with anxious anticipation. But most of all she felt an overwhelming urge, one that created a pressure in her bladder, making it cramp with unwavering urgency.

Hastily, she exited the kitchen, making quick steps down the long hallway. And for the second time in the past half hour, she rushed off to the bathroom to pee.

* * * * 

Hauling in six heavy bags from the grocery market, Tristan stepped into the house, shutting it closed with the heel of his shoe before continuing on. As soon as he was in the kitchen he set the bags on the counter, then rooted around in them to find the item he immediately needed. Somewhere during that time Shauna decided to show up, coming into the kitchen so quietly that he didn't even hear her.

"Hey."

Swiveling his head in the direction of her voice, Tristan saw that she was standing next to the fridge, oversized sweater hanging off one shoulder and tie dye leggings clinging to her legs.

"Hi." Noticing that her hair wasn't just blonde but now platinum, Tristan eyed it for several long seconds. "Your hair..." 

"Yeah, It's platinum. You like, or think It's overpowering?"

"No, I like it." Studying the icy white color, he saw she had also added in pink highlights. "Interesting effect with the pink there, too."

"Yep." Lifting her fingers to the straight hair that fell just below her collarbone, she fingered the freshly dyed locks. "Figured I was ready for a change, you know? I mean I've had the same hairstyle for like practically forever." 

"Yeah, well it looks nice," he commented, and turning his gaze back on the bags of groceries, began to root through them once again.

"Need some help?" Joining him at the kitchen counter, Shauna began taking items out of the grocery bags. 

"Sure, that'd be great," he said, but his attention was only halfway on her. 

"If you're looking for something, I could help you find it."

"Uh, It's okay," Tristan quickly replied, but no sooner had he spoken the words, did Shauna locate what he'd been looking for.

"Sensual Strawberry Astroglide?" Lifting the bottle of lubrication from the shopping bag, Shauna gave him a disappointed look. "Why did you buy this?"

"To have sex with my girlfriend, obviously. What other reason would I have for buying flavored lubrication?"

"But I thought she'd been raped?" Shauna's brows pushed together. "If she's recently been raped, she wouldn't be wanting sex just yet, right? I mean It's obviously way too soon."

"According to who?" Tristan's brows furrowed. "We talked about it, and she's ready. So It's going to happen, whether you like it or not."

"Alright, well cool." Although attempting to sound nonchalant, the sadness in Shauna's eyes gave her true feelings away. "Well I hope the two of you have fun."

"We will," Tristan replied, and snatching the lube from out of Shauna's hand, slipped it into his jacket pocket.

"Are you leaving now?" Shauna asked.

"Yes, and I won't be home until later tonight. So don't bother calling unless there's an emergency with Maggie. A real one, not something you make up just to get me away from Claudia."

"Well what am I supposed to do while you're gone?" She asked. "Maggie and I get bored staying cooped up in here all day."

"Then take a walk," he replied. "My parents just bought you that nice stroller for Maggie. Take her out in it so she can get some fresh air."

Now standing with a dejected look, Shauna could only watch as Tristan began to walk to away. But perhaps feeling her gaze on his back, he suddenly stopped and turned around. 

"Oh, and while I'm gone...do me a favor by staying the hell out of my private shit."

"What?"

"You know what I'm talking about." Giving her a hard look, he continued on. "You go through my stuff in the bedroom while I'm gone. Snoop through my sketches and paintings, and I don't like it."

"I wasn't trying to be a snoop," she said. "I just really like your artwork, so I check it out when there's nothing else to do."

"Well don't," he replied. "If I wanted to share, I would have shown them to you."

"I noticed you have a lot of drawings of Claudia in your sketchbook," she said.

"That's right," he replied. 

"I think they're nice." Her lips curled into a soft smile. "Think you could make a sketch of me sometime?"

"Why would I?"

"I don't know, just for fun."

"Maybe," Tristan said, but the look on his face was one of disinterest.

"Can I ask you a question?" Now looking sullen, Shauna shifted on her feet.

"Yeah, alright. But hurry up, because Claudia's waiting." Pushing out an exasperated sigh, Tristan made a show of checking his watch.

"Do you love me?" She asked. "I mean in a general way, not romantically speaking."

"I care for you," he quickly replied. "You're the mother of my child, so I have to feel something, don't I?"

"You care, but you don't feel love?" Her lip began to quiver, shoulders going into a slump.

"I don't get why you're asking this," Tristan said. "It's so out of the blue, Shauna. What's this even all about?" 

"It's about me needing to know how you feel." Now moist with her tears, her eyes stared intently. "I came back here hoping that you would want to get back together, make a family with me and Maggie so that we could all build a life as one."

"I'll take care of Maggie, I told you. Make sure she has everything that she needs. But as far as you and me, there Isn't any way we're getting back together."

"I know, I understand that now. You love Claudia and she's your girlfriend, and I respect that. But before I came here, I had this idea that you might still love me. That the feelings you used to have were still there."

"Well they aren't," he coldly stated. "And what we had was purely sexual, not much more than a summer fling."

"Was that all I was to you?" A stony expression had crossed Shauna's face. "Just a random white girl that you decided to fuck?" 

"You know that's not what I meant," Tristan responded.

"Then what did you mean?" 

"Just what I said," he replied. "Do you want the truth, or for me to lie?"

"You told me you me loved once. Do you remember saying that?"

"Yeah, it was the night before you left the rez. You were about to go home, and it was our last time together."

"So was that a lie or the truth?" She asked. "Did you actually love me back then, or were you just saying it?"

"You know it was the truth," Tristan replied. "I was really into you, and you knew it. I made it clear exactly how I felt, but you didn't care. You just stomped all over my heart."

"What?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Shauna." Now raising his voice, Tristan's eyes became intense. "After I poured my heart out to you, you told me that your dad would never accept you bringing a Native guy home. That you had to be with a white one, because it was so much easier."

"I'm sorry." Shauna's eyes went soft. "I know it was a terrible thing for me to say, but I swear I wasn't being mean spirited. I was just trying to explain why you would never hear from me again, so you would understand why we could never work out."

"Well you were right about us never working out," he said. "Because any chance you had at a relationship with me ended on that night we were last together."

"Tristan, please." Her lip had begun to quiver, voice cracking as she began to tearfully beg. "Just give me another chance. I swear I'll make it all up to you."

"It's too late," he said. "You already blew it."

"But I was stupid then, and afraid my dad would take me out of the will."

"That's not my problem," Tristan said. "You made your choice, now you'll live with it."

Sinking down onto one of the seats at the kitchen table, Shauna lowered her head glumly, icy white hair falling across her face so that Tristan couldn't see she was crying. He could certainly feel it, though, and the way her shoulders lightly shook made it all too clear that she was weeping. 

Hating that he could feel her emotional pain so keenly, Tristan tightened his lips and turned away. But he didn't move for the front door, only stayed frozen in place while listening to Shauna release her sadness. 

"Stop crying, Shauna," he said in an almost scolding way. "You have no reason, so just cut it out."

"I have no reason?" Her voice was wavering now, tone husky with tears. "You treat me like crap, as if I'm just a roommate or some common maid." 

"That's not true," he rebutted. "I treat you with respect."

"You hate me," she blurted out. "Anytime I come into the same room you immediately leave. It's like I'm a leper or something, some untouchable that you can't ever bear to look at."

"I do not hate you," Tristan slowly said, "but I do find it hard to hang out with you. You really hurt me, Shauna. And I still haven't forgiven that."

"I apologized," she said. "What more do you want from me?"

"Nothing." His response was snappy, tone cold and heavy with deep resentment. "I want absolutely nothing from you, understand? So get it through your thick head that we're done."

Moving quickly forward, Tristan headed for the door, grabbing his keys from the hook before going outside. Even from outdoors he could hear her sobbing, as if crying out for him to return. But Shauna was his past and Claudia his future, so he'd be damned if he felt any heartache. 

Once in his car, he started it up and backed out of the driveway, peeling off down the street and in the direction of Claudia's house. Driving as fast as he could, he tried to lighten his mood with a bit of music, turning on the radio and blasting a song with heavy guitar riffs. 

But in his mind he could still hear Shauna crying, and unwillingly he carried her sadness as he drove along the road. 

* * * *

"Hey, you." Pulling the door wider, she invited Tristan into the house. 

"Hey." As he stepped inside he gave her a kiss, then took off his jacket and hung it on the coat tree.

"How you been?" She asked.

"Oh not too bad," he responded, and as she led him into the kitchen he followed, taking a seat at the table where the food was set up.

"How are things with Maggie?" Claudia asked. "Any new developments since the last time we spoke?"

"Well something happened last night," Tristan said. "It was really horrible so I figured I wouldn't bring it up. But since you're asking, then I guess I'll tell."

Sitting at the table across from him, Claudia popped the tab to her can of coke, then took a short sip before giving him a serious look. "What happened?"

"Maggie died," he quickly blurted out. "I found her last night in her crib cold to the touch. She wasn't breathing either, so I knew for a fact that she was gone."

"Was gone." Claudia's eyes were wide now. "So she's alive and okay now."

He nodded. 

"Wow," Claudia said. "Sounds like a near miss."

"It was more than that, she had actually died. The warmth had completely left her body."

"Then how did you get her back?"

"I held her," he said. "Told her I'd be a good dad, and that I promised to always take care of her."

"And just like that, she came back to life?"

"Pretty much." He briefly paused. "But I think it was me feeling so sad that brought her back. I started crying and when one of my tears landed on her face, she started to move and eventually made noise."

Eyes going wider, Claudia just stared at him.

"I know it sounds hokey, but that's how it happened."

"So do you think she could feel your pain?"

"Yes I do, Tristan replied. "But she didn't come back of her own free will, she was gifted back to me. I was given a second chance, another go at being her father."

"Wow..." Not knowing what else to say, Claudia lowered her gaze to her soda, which was making little fizzy noises. 

"Before last night, I hadn't felt much of anything toward Maggie at all. I mean of course there was caring because she's a part of me, but I didn't feel any real connection."

Still listening quietly, Claudia's ears were perked.

"My feelings towards Maggie were lukewarm at best, and she knew it. She knew that I didn't want to be a father, and as a result, internalized it."

"So her death was like a wake-up call, a way of letting you know how important she really was."

"Exactly." 

"Well I think that's amazing," Claudia said. "I mean the fact that she actually came back to life..."

"I was very lucky," Tristan replied. "But now that I've got this second chance, I'm not going to blow it."

"I can see there's been a change in you," Claudia said. "There's this enthusiasm for her that wasn't there before."

"Yeah." He gave a light nod before saying, "And I'm going to be getting a job soon, saving up some money for the things that she needs."

"Were you able to get the stroller yet?" Claudia asked. "Last time we spoke about that, you said your mom and dad were buying one."

"And they did," he responded. "As well as the crib. But I'm tired of depending on them. Maggie is my baby, I should be the one purchasing all of this stuff."

"Well it seems like you're doing your best," Claudia said.

"No, I'm not." His expression was serious now. "I've sucked at being her dad, but I'm going to get better. I want her to be proud of me, to show her I can provide and be there in every way that she needs."

"I'm proud of you." Smiling softly, Claudia took hold of his hand. "You're really stepping up to the plate and being responsible. That's admirable, considering what a huge change this all is."

"Well Maggie deserves it," he said. "I want to give her the best future possible, so that means I have to get serious and really make an effort at saving some money."

"And you'll do it." She nodded her head. I'm sure it will all work out just fine."

"Thanks for your support," he replied. "I know this has all been difficult for you to accept, so I just wanna let you know how appreciative I am that you've stuck around."

"Not a problem," Claudia said, and she shifted her gaze to the plate of sandwiches between them. "Made ham and cheese sandwiches if you'd like one."

"Thanks." Grabbing one off the plate he took a big bite, then chased it down with a gulp of soda before demolishing the rest.

"You must have been pretty hungry," Claudia said. 

"Breakfast was awful," Tristan replied. "I hardly ate any of it."

"Why not?"

"Because Shauna is a terrible cook."

"Well what did she make?" Claudia asked.

"Pancakes. But they were all runny and gross inside."

"That does sound awful," she said. "Was it only pancakes, or anything else?"

"Bacon too, and that was alright. But it wasn't nice and crispy, like how my mom makes it."

"Nothing like mom's cooking, huh?"

"Nope." He finished the rest of his soda, then cleaned his mouth off with a napkin. "Thanks for the sandwiches, they were great."

"You're welcome. Can I get you anything else?"

"Some dessert would be nice."

"It's lunchtime," Claudia said. "Dessert only comes after dinner."

"When I said dessert, I was referring to you." 

"Oh..."

Smiling in response, Tristan leaned forward. "You look beautiful, by the way. I meant to tell you that when I first arrived."

"Thanks."

"You smell good, too." 

"That's probably my lotion," Claudia replied. "It's called Japanese Cherry Blossom."

"Cool," Tristan said in response, but the way his gaze had gone all desirous sent the message that his mind was on other things. "So your mom and Big John, they'll be out for the whole day, right?"

"Yeah. Doing last minute Christmas shopping."

"Good." Now rising to his feet, Tristan gave her a little smile. "Then why don't we hang out in your room? It's a lot more comfortable than the kitchen, don't you think?" 

Rising to her feet as well, Claudia followed him out of the kitchen and down the hallway, holding tightly onto his hand as he led her slowly into the bedroom. After closing and latching the door lock, he pulled her tightly up against him, kissing her lips and neck and collarbone before unbuttoning the top of her dress.

"You're quick." Although offering a light chuckle of the playful sort, internally she was feeling nervous.

"Sorry babe, I'm just really horny. Haven't had you in nearly two months, you know?"

Now pawing her with increasing urgency, Tristan guided her towards the bed. As her knees hit the edge she fell back onto it, thighs becoming exposed as the hem of her dress rode up. With a quickness Tristan kicked off his Converse, then unbuttoned his jeans and took them off before removing his boxers. He then pulled his shirt up over his head, and after letting it fall to the floor he climbed on top of Claudia, his eyes warm and glossing over with lust.

"I really missed having sex with you." Lowering his lips to hers, he gave her a brief but tender kiss. "Not just because it feels so damn good, but because it brings us closer together."

"I agree," Claudia said. "I do feel as if we've been drifting apart."

"That'll change after we make love," he assured her. "It'll fully reconnect us, bring us back together as one."

Pushing the hem of her dress up over her waist, Tristan exposed her lacy panties, hooking a thumb beneath the waistband before gently guiding them down. He did it ever so slowly, and with a carefulness she appreciated, his eyes never leaving her own as he pulled the fabric down her legs. 

Soon after he was situating himself between her thighs, but as the head of his shaft nudged against her slick hole, Claudia's thigh muscles clamped up, going impossibly tight. 

Butterflies were going wild in her stomach now, mouth dry and heart quickly palpating. Her heart pumped harder and the sound of blood rushed into her ears, making her feel small and overwhelmed. She could feel the press of Tristan's penis, seeking the heat beyond her tight opening. 




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 18



Prodding gently, it forged ahead, sending a quiver right through her stomach. But then suddenly her lids slammed shut, and everything around her just went black. 

"Claudia?"

Soft, gentle, and filled with concern, Tristan's voice called out to her. 

"Yes?" She wanted to open her eyes, but could tell by his voice that the look on his face would be disappointment. 

"Open your eyes, babe. Look at me. Please."

Slowly she did, and on pulling her lids all the way up, she saw Tristan's eyes were filled with a sadness. 

"You've never closed your eyes," he said. "You always kept them open whenever we made love."

Not knowing what to say in return, Claudia remained silent.

"And when I tried to push into you, it felt like your muscles locked up. I couldn't wedge in at all, it was so tight."

"Seriously?"

He nodded. 

"I wasn't purposely trying to," she said. "I don't know why it happened, because I wasn't even trying to do it."

"You're not ready, are you?" He asked. "You're only doing this because I want it."

"I thought I was..." Her voice came out tiny, eyes apologetic as she looked up at him. 

"It's okay," he softly said. "I'm not mad, so don't worry about it."

"I want to have sex," she assured him. "I honestly do. But for some reason I'm just not quite there. 

"It's nerves," he said. "You aren't fully ready yet, and that's okay."

"But I was doing so good in therapy, talking through my issues and working them out."

"Talking is one thing, but actually doing it is completely different."

"I didn't have a flashback just now or anything like that. But for some reason I just felt more comfortable closing them. It's not that I didn't want to look at you..." 

"I know." He nodded his head to assure her he understood. "I'm not taking it personal, so you don't have to explain."

Disappointed that her progress wasn't as substantial as she had thought, Claudia lowered her gaze from Tristan's. That feeling of hopelessness was back again, weighing down her chest and making her body feel unbearably heavy. 

It was a horrible feeling not being able to connect with him in the way that she wanted, because if she couldn't feel comfortable allowing him into her body, what hope did they have at remaining a proper couple? 

"Hey, It's alright. Really." Noticing her eyes were now filled with tears, Tristan swiped away an especially fat one. "We'll get through this and it will be okay. Just a bit more time, that's all we need."

Comforted by his words, Claudia felt some of the heaviness in her chest lessen, and

as he positioned himself next to her on the bed, she rolled onto her side. Cuddling up close to his body, she situated her face so it was only inches from his. 

"I love you, Claudia." Reaching out, he softly stroked her hair. "And this Isn't going to make me run from you, so just know that I'll always be here.

"Okay," Claudia replied, but his words only brought her slight comfort, leaving her feeling uncertain and a little scared. 

"You don't believe me," he said to her. "I can feel your uneasiness, Claude. You're worried about what will happen."

"Yes," she said in a low, choked voice.

"But why worry?" He asked. "If I say I'll be here, then I will."

"I can feel that things are changing," she said. "And It's only so long before this no sex thing starts to wear you down."

"I would never cheat on you, if that's what you're wondering."

"I know that, Tristan. But It's not exactly fair to have you waiting so long, is it?"

"I can just keeping masturbating," he said. "I've got plenty of porn, so I still have the pleasure of cumming."

"But It's not the same as being inside me."

"Well of course not. But I won't die from a lack of sex, Claude. I can wait for months, even longer if that's what it takes."

"Maybe so," she replied. "But it won't exactly be easy, will it?"

Remaining silent, Tristan let her go on.

"You live with Shauna," she explained. "Who's like this pretty blonde girl with big breasts."

"So naturally I'll just have to lose control of myself, right? Because she's blonde, and has big tits, and that's like every guy's dream."

"Come on, Tristan. The girl is obviously cute."

"Hey I'm not denying it," he said. "She is nice to look at and everything, but aside from that, there's nothing else."

"There's Maggie," she said. "You and Shauna created her together."

"Yeah..."

"So that creates a type of bond, doesn't it? A reason for you to care about her."

"Well yeah, it does link us together. But you get me in way that she never would, Claude. Plus I actually love you."

"Okay," Claudia replied. 

"And besides," he continued on, "if I wanted a girl with big breasts, I wouldn't be with you, would I?"

"Gee, thanks!" She punched him lightly on the shoulder, then turned her back so it was facing him. 

"Hey, I was joking." He chuckled and reached out to touch her, but Claudia rolled back over in a flash, clobbering him with a large, fluffy pillow.

So caught off guard, a smothered "oomph" was all he had time to release, causing her to giggle and hit him again. As she pulled it back for yet another hit, his hands reached out for the pillow, trying to take it away so she couldn't deliver another blow. But Claudia somehow managed to keep it in her hands, and this time, slammed him right in the face. 

The image was so funny that Claudia couldn't help busting up, rearing back her cushy weapon for yet a third time. But this time Tristan was too quick, and in a flash, had taken control of the pillow.

"What ya gonna do now?" He asked while holding the cushy object, but as Claudia quickly procured another pillow, Tristan lifted a brow. 

With a giggle, Claudia reared back the pillow.

"Go for it," he dared her. "You're the girl, so I'll give you first hit."

Swinging it forward Claudia aimed for his head, but Tristan ducked, then comically rolled off the bed. A loud thunk resounded as he hit the floor, causing Claudia to burst out in laughter. Leaning over the side of the mattress she expected to see him still laying on the ground. Yet instead, he suddenly sprung up, causing Claudia to scream and recoil. 

"Gotcha!" He grinned widely at her, then pounced on her smaller form, pinning her down with his male strength. 

"Resistance is futile, little one," he said in a mock, raspy voice. "Say 'Tristan is my master', and I'll let you go." 

"No way!" Giggling, she struggled against him.

"Say the words, weakling, or you shall be destroyed!"

"Get off me, weirdo. What is this, a roleplay?"

"Last chance..." Now pinning her hands above her head, Tristan looked down at her with pretend seriousness. Yet instead of encouraging compliance, it only withdrew a burst of laughter from Claudia. 

"You look so funny," she said through a wide grin. "If you could only see yourself right now."

"What do you mean?" Half smiling, Tristan furrowed his brows.

"You're still naked," she replied. "And when you were pinning me against the bed, your junk was wiggling all around."

"Well of course It's wiggling, It's not like I'm wearing a jock strap."

Claudia giggled again. "Seriously though, think about it. Penises are so funny, right? I mean, they just hang there."

"And vaginas are normal?" His brows rose in amusement.

"Compared to penises they are."

"But they bleed for like seven days every month. You telling me that's not strange?"

"Well It's definitely inconvenient, but I wouldn't exactly call it strange." 

"No, it is," Tristan said. "It's totally weird and I never got that."

Shaking her head playfully, Claudia could only give a little smile.

"Speaking of vaginas, I really like yours. You've got a real nice one."

"Well thanks." A grin spread across her face. "And I like your genitals as well." 

He gave her a smile, then rolled onto his side and pulled her up against his nude body. Now face to face with noses nearly touching, Claudia and Tristan stared at one another. It seemed they were studying each other's features, committing each detail to their memories. But as Tristan's gaze became less intense and more melancholy, Claudia reached out to cup his face.

"Speak to me," she gently uttered. "Tell me what's going through your mind."

Tristan said nothing, only took her hand and stared into her eyes.

Staring right back, Claudia patiently waited for him to break the silence. And after nearly a full minute of complete and utter stillness, he finally did.

"You're my best friend," he softly said. "You know that, right?"

"Yes, Tristan."

"And you know how much I love you..."

"Of course. How could I not?"

"Well, you're like the only girl that's ever showed any real interest in me. You do realize that..."

"What about Shauna?" Claudia asked. "Weren't you guys like sort of a couple?"

"I think I was like a curiosity to her. This exotic type of guy that she wanted to try out, but not the kind that she could actually take home to her parents."

"Did she say that?" Claudia peered into his eyes.

"Not the curiosity part or me being exotic, but she did once tell me that she could never bring me home to meet her dad."

"Because you're Native..."

He nodded, then swallowed a lump. "It hurt me real bad when she said that, made me realize that she didn't feel the same as I did for her."

"And you've been thinking about that lately," Claudia said. 

"Yeah, I guess having her around the house is bringing up all these feelings that I had buried, making me remember why we never worked out. Which is good because she doesn't deserve a second chance."

"So she wants you back, huh?" Although not surprised in the least, Claudia felt her stomach sink.

"Yeah." Tristan nodded. "But of course I'm not going to do it."

"What about if we weren't together?" Claudia asked. Would you get back with her, then?"

"Nope," Tristan said. "I don't feel any attachment towards her, so what would be the point?"

"To make a family for Maggie," she said. "So she'll have stability growing up."

"It would only be an illusion," Tristan said. "If I feel no love towards Shauna then it would be nothing more than a farce, a complete lie, and most of all, I'd be deceiving Maggie."

"Guess you're right," Claudia said, and she stroked her thumb against the back of Tristan's hand.

"By the way," he said, "I'm sorry if it seems like I've been neglecting you. It's just that between studying and helping take care of Maggie, I haven't had a whole lot of free time."

"It's okay, I understand. You're a dad now, so naturally she's going to come first."

"I know It's been real difficult for you, though." His tone was gentle, laced with heavy sympathy. "I'm not able to take care of you physically, spiritually, or emotionally, and that's caused a huge unbalance in our relationship."

"Well the sexual part of it Isn't your fault at all," Claudia said. "It's me who has issues with that, not you."

"But I feel so useless," he said. "I'm supposed to be your boyfriend, and I'm not doing a damn thing to make your life any better."

"Because your priority is on Maggie," she reminded him. "As it should be, so I completely understand that." 

"But still, I should be doing something."

"It'll come with time," Claudia said. "Just get things sorted with Maggie and Shauna, and then you can worry about doing more for me."

"Alright." Bringing her hand up to his lips, Tristan gently kissed it. "But if there's anything at all you've got on your mind that you need to say, you can always feel free to do that. You know that, right?"

"Yes," Claudia said. "And I have got a few things on my mind. But one in particular that I'd like to know about."

"Okay." Inquisitively, Tristan gazed at her. 

"Have you and Shauna talked about her getting her own place yet? Because I kind of get the feeling that she's really comfortable living there with you."

"She is," Tristan said. "And I know that she wants to stay. But as far as me speaking to her about it, no I haven't. But eventually I do plan on having the talk."

"Alright," Claudia said. "Not trying to rush anything, I was just wondering."

He gently squeezed her hand, then fell into a quietness that was thoughtful. But soon his expression became uneasy, as if there was a thought going through his head that was causing him stress.

"The challenge will be raising the money for the apartment. Shauna doesn't have a job yet and I really doubt she'd find one here on the rez. So that basically means It'd be up to me to provide the cash for her to move out."

"How are you going to do that?" Claudia asked. "Whatever you make from the job that you get will go towards taking care of Maggie."

"Yeah, I know." He eased out a heavy sigh, as if the mere thought of it weighed on his shoulders. "All I can do is my best. Not much more to say than that." 

Feeling as if she were taking on some of his stress, Claudia let out a sigh herself. But hers was soft and barely audible, one of frustration more than it was of mental pressure.

"So basically she's not moving out. At least not for a pretty long time."

Giving her a look that was one of unease, Tristan seemed to be sensing her increasing unhappiness. "Please don't be angry with me, Claude. I really am doing my best here."

"I know you are, sweetie," she said while looking deep into his eyes. "And that's what makes me really sad."

Looking as if he'd just taken a punch to the gut, Tristan dryly swallowed. 

"Hey, that wasn't meant as an insult," she said. "It's just that I'm seeing things as they truly are. Not the hopeful version, but the realistic one.

Having fallen silent, he just stared at her. 

"You're an eighteen year old college student, Tristan. You have a seven month old baby, and an ex-girlfriend who lives with you. And then you have me, your current girlfriend. I'm holding on the best that I can, babe, but I gotta let you know I'm having some real issues with Shauna being around."

"Yeah." His voice came out croaky, as if he wanted to cry. "I know It's hard on you and I'm real sorry for that."

"Don't be." Her hand lifted to cradle his face, thumb tracing the manly angle of his jaw. "It just is what it is, babe, and all we can do is accept that."

Swallowing hard, Tristan pulled her tightly against him, arm encircling her waist so that she was enveloped in his body heat. A look that bordered on desperation came into his eyes, and they were beginning to slightly moisten. But there was something else in his expression as well, something dark and primal and just a little unsettling.

"No," he blurted out suddenly.

"No, what?" Claudia asked.

"No I'm not letting you break up with me, so don't even think about it."

"What?"

"I can see it in your eyes," Tristan said. "You're trying to let me go."

"I am not," Claudia responded. "What would even make you think such a thing?"

"I know you are, so please don't lie." Tristan's voice was surprisingly low now, as if some hidden side had taken over. 

"But I'm not," she replied. "Tristan I swear, it wasn't even going through my mind.

"Then what was?" He asked. "Tell me what you're thinking, I wanna know."

Completely flustered, she tripped over her words. "Nothing in particular. I'm just trying to sort through my emotions."

"I don't know what I'll do if you leave me," he said sadly. "But I can't let you be with Lucas."

"Lucas Isn't a part of this, so just relax."

"I'm just letting you know, he Isn't going to have you."

"Don't talk like that, Tristan. You're scaring me."

"I didn't say I would do any harm to him," Tristan said. "Just that I won't let him have you."

"I don't want to talk about Lucas," Claudia said. "Can we please change the subject?"

"It's just I don't like thinking of you with him, or any other guy," Tristan continued. "It makes me physically sick to imagine you with anyone else."

"Then don't imagine it," she said. "You're getting yourself all worked up over nothing."

"I can feel that things are changing between us, Claudia. So I'm a little freaked out over all of this."

"Well so am I," Claudia replied. "But when you say things about Lucas like that, it really bothers me."

"I didn't say I was going to hurt him," Tristan said. "That's not what I meant at all."

"Then what did you mean?"

"I don't know," he quickly replied.

"Yes you do, now come out with it."

Clearly hesitant, Tristan just looked her in the eye, as if hoping she'd back down and not push any further. But Claudia's lips were beginning to pull tight, signaling impatience on her part. 

"I can block things from happening," Tristan said in a slow, firm voice. "It's not something I've done very often, but in the past I've fooled around with it, just to see how strong my ability was."

Now laying very quietly Claudia blinked and stared, just frozen in place. 

"I'm pretty damn good at it," he admitted. "But like I said before, It's not something I do often. It's more of a rare thing and only out of necessity, rather than sadistic amusement."

Stunned, she looked deeper into his eyes.

"Say something, please," Tristan begged. "Let me know you aren't completely creeped out."

"Well I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't at least a bit disturbed. But what I want to know is, did you do any blocks when Lucas and I were together?"

A hard, obvious swallow caused Tristan's Adam's apple to bob up and down.

"Be honest," she said in a stern voice.

"Yes," he nervously admitted. 

"When?" 

"Prom night." 

"And what was the block?" Claudia asked. "Tell me what it was that you prevented."

"You and him having sex."

"And how did you do that?" Claudia asked. "By just wishing, or what?"

"It wasn't a wish, but more like a strong output of energy."

"So that's why I felt reluctant when I was laying in bed with him that night," Claudia said. "It's like my body really wanted it, but deep inside I felt uncertain."

"I'm sorry, Claude," he said. "But I just couldn't stand the thought of him taking your virginity."

"So you blocked us from getting physical," Claudia said. "Which in turn led to our breakup, because Lucas was under the impression that I would never sleep with him."

"I figured that's all he was after," Tristan said. "I didn't want you to get hurt, Claude. I thought I was doing the right thing. It wasn't done out of malice."

"You interfered and it was wrong."

"I know," he said. "And I really am sorry. Please don't be angry with me, I just really wanted you as my girl."

"Then you should have waited to see if Lucas and I broke up naturally, instead of butting in and altering out relationship."

"I know, it was totally wrong," he said. "And I still feel guilty about it. But I can't like take it back or anything, so all I can do is apologize."

"Unbelievable," Claudia said. "All this time you've been keeping that a secret."

"It's the only thing I didn't tell you about, I swear. Everything else that happened between you and Lucas, or me and you, was without my interference."

"You'd better not do it again," Claudia said. "Not with Lucas and I, or me and anyone else."

"No, of course not. I swear to you, I never will again."

"I'm serious, Tristan. If I find out that you pull anymore stunts like this, I'll cut you off completely."

"You have my word, Claude. That was the first and the last time I'll ever interfere."

Still wearing a look of disappointment, she found herself no longer wanting to look at him. So flipping onto her back she focused her gaze on the ceiling, lips pressing tight as she gave him the silent treatment.

"Claudia?" Reaching out to touch her arm, Tristan softly caressed it. "Baby, talk to me, please."

"About what?" She asked.

"I don't know, anything."

Silence was all she had to give.

"You're creeped out by me," he said. "You don't want to talk to me anymore."




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 19



Showered, dressed, and ready to take on the day, Claudia was in the kitchen filling her travel coffee mug. Once full of the hot beverage, she grabbed one of the muffins that Mona had baked, then headed towards the hallway and in the direction of the bedrooms. 

"Mom, are you ready yet?" She loudly called out. "Finals start at ten a.m., so we better get on the road." Now at the door to her mother's room, Claudia nudged it open and stepped inside, scanning the neatly kept area before walking further in. "Hello, are you in here?"

The sound of vomiting in the attached bathroom provided a response and in a rush Claudia moved forward, entering the small space to find her mother kneeling in front of the toilet.

"Oh no, you've got morning sickness..." Positioning herself beside Mona, Claudia tenderly rubbed her back, then tore off a large wad of toilet paper so that Mona could wipe off her mouth. 

"Sorry to keep you waiting, sugarplum..." She dry heaved once, then twice before throwing up again, then let out a shaky breath before continuing to speak. "I'm really sick, Claude. Might take me a few minutes to get the rest of this out." 

"If you're not well enough to go, I can call someone up and have them drive me to school."

"Who?" Mona's breath came out shaky as she wiped off her mouth. 

"How about Tina?" Claudia asked. "She can drive, right? And I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

"She can drive, but she doesn't," Mona said. "She had a real bad accident a year ago, and ever since then she hasn't been behind the wheel." 

"Well maybe Kimi's mom could take me," Claudia said. 

"No, she's got work in a few hours. She recently started that job at the tribal office, remember? So there's no way she can take the day off."

"That's right, I forgot," Claudia said, and easing out a sigh, began to search her mind. "Tristan's parents work too so I can't ask them, and Big John won't be home from work until noon..."

"Lucas..." Mona gagged, then heaved violently over the toilet, but when nothing came out, she shakily sighed and spoke again. "Lucas will help. Call him."

"He's probably working," Claudia said. "It's nearly five a.m., which means he's due at the lumber mill soon."

"Just call him," Mona said in an exasperated voice. "He'll do it, you know he will." 

Not wanting to irritate her mother any further, Claudia retrieved her mobile from her tote bag. "Alright, I'll give him a call. But in the meantime I'm going to make you some licorice tea. It should help with your morning sickness, right?"

"Yes," Mona said while lifting her head from the toilet, but as another bout of vomiting suddenly came through, she let loose a generous stream.

"Hang tight, mom," Claudia said while lovingly rubbing her shoulder. "I'll be right back, okay?"

As Claudia left the bathroom she quickly dialed in Lucas's number, pressing the receiver against her ear as she went to the kitchen. The line rang a few times before being picking up, then the sound of his voice came through the mobile.

"Hello?"

"Lucas, It's Claudia."

"Wow, you're up early. What's going on?" 

"Sorry to call you right before your shift, but I need a really huge favor and don't have anyone else to ask."

"Okay," Lucas said. "What is it?" 

"First off, do you have finals today?"

"No, It's Friday. I took my last final on Thursday."

"So you only have work today."

"Yep. Why, what's up?

"I need a ride into the city," she said. "Those online classes I've been taking have finals today, and I have to go in-person in order to complete my exams."

"What time do you have to be there?"

"Ten a.m."

"And how long does it take to drive?"

"About three and a half hours."

A brief silence preceded his next words. "Well It's a quarter till five right now, so that leaves just a bit over five hours until exams."

"Right," Claudia said. "But with traffic it could be longer, maybe four hours, or even a bit longer."

"We're cutting it close," he said.

"I know." She filled a tea kettle with water, then set it on the stove to boil. "My mom was supposed to drive me but she's got terrible morning sickness. So clearly she's in no shape to drive."

"Gotcha," Lucas said. 

"I know It's five hours out to the university, so I totally get It's a lot to ask you. But if you could possibly help me out Lucas, I'd be like forever thankful to you."

"Well It's not the drive that bothers me. It's just my boss is a real tight ass, and doesn't like last minute call-outs."

"So he'll probably say no then, huh?"

"He will unless I get someone to work for me. Which now that I think of it, I just might know a guy who will."

"Really?" Claudia's heart lifted.

"Yeah, this guy named Steve. I worked for him a bunch of times when his kid was sick, so he'd probably be willing to cover my shift."

"That would be great," Claudia said. "Do you think you could call him right now?"

"Sure, I'll give him a ring and see what's going on."

"Thank you so much, Lucas. I really appreciate you even trying."

"No problem, just give me a few minutes and I'll get right back to you, okay?"

"Sounds good," Claudia said. "I'll wait for your call."

No sooner had Claudia put her phone down, did the kettle begin to boil, blowing its whistle loudly until she turned the gas off. Having already prepared a mug with a teabag, Claudia added the hot water, then stirred in a bit of sugar before lifting it in her hands. 

On entering her mother's bedroom she saw that Mona was on the bed, brows furrowed and mouth drawn tight from the nausea that ailed her body. As Claudia approached the bed Mona sat up, then accepted the mug and took a sip.

"I want you to drink the whole thing, okay mom?" 

Nodding her head, Mona sipped again.

"I may have a ride out to university," she said. "But It's not for sure yet, so we'll see."

"He'll take you," Mona said. "You know he will, Claude. That boy is sweet on you."

"I guess," Claudia said, but as Mona rose her brow and gave her a look, Claudia could only smile. "How's the tea?"

"It's helping. I can feel it working already, thank God."

"Good," Claudia said. "Because I really hate to see you suffering."

Grabbing an unused pillow from Big John's side of the bed, Claudia propped it behind her mother's back. She then unfolded a throw blanket, spreading it out over her mother's legs.

"Need anything else, or are you good?" Claudia asked.

"I'm good," Mona replied, but just as she did, the sound of Claudia's ringtone filled the air. 

Hoping like hell that Lucas had good news for her, Claudia quickly answered.

"Hello?" 

"Claude, hey. So it looks like I can do it."

"Oh, awesome. Thank you so much, Lucas."

"Not a problem," he replied. "I know you're in a tight jam so I'm glad to help out."

"What time do you think you can be here?" Claudia asked. "It's five right now, so the sooner the better."

"Well I'm just out of the shower and kinda naked right now, so I need to put some clothes on. But once I do that, I'll be on my way."

"Naked, Lucas? Did you really need to mention that?"

"I didn't need to, but I wanted to." He lightly chuckled. "Why, did it create a visual?"

"You know darn well it did. You did that on purpose."

This time he gave a snicker.

"You're bad," she said with a grin.

"Yeah, and you love it."

The grin remained, but there was also a flush beneath her dark brown skin. 

"I'll be at your house in fifteen minutes. See you then, alright?"

"Alright," Claudia said. "See ya."

After pressing the call end button, she dropped her phone into her leather tote bag. But on shifting her gaze to Mona, Claudia saw that her brows were raised in a playful manner.

"So...you and Lucas were flirting, huh?"

"We were just messing around," Claudia replied. 

"Uh-huh," she said with a smirk. "I knew you still had the hots for him."

"Well I'm not with Tristan anymore, so It's not as if I was doing something wrong."

"Hey, no judgment from me, sugarplum. You have to move on, It's only natural."

"Speaking of Tristan, I need to send him a text. See if he still wants to meet up on campus later."

"So you two are still friends. That's good."

"Of course. Our connection is too special to just throw away."

"Well I'm glad. I always did think Tristan was a nice young man."

"He really is a special guy," Claudia responded. "But since we're on this subject, what do you think of Lucas?"

"Why? Are you thinking of getting back with him?"

"No, It's not that," she said in a flustered kind of way. "I'm just purely curious is all."

"Oh." With a ghost of a smile, Mona gave her opinion. "Well, he's a lot different now than what I had originally expected."

"And what did you originally expect?"

"Well, from what Big John used to tell me about him, he seemed like the player type. Not someone I would have personally picked out for you." 

"Okay." Curious to hear more, she waited for Mona to continue. 

"He seemed advanced in a sexual way and that worried me, because I knew you were still a virgin while dating him. To be honest I was certain he was going to break your heart, but clearly it never happened so I guess I was wrong."

"So you like him now..."

"I always did like him, just wasn't quite certain of his intentions. But Big John never trusted Lucas, and always told me he much preferred Tristan."

"Not a surprise," Claudia said. "Tristan is his nephew, after all."

A smile crossed Mona's face at that remark, but then a thoughtful expression came over her features. 

"So Lucas is working at the lumber mill and going to college now, huh? Gotta say, I never saw either of those coming."

"Neither did I," Claudia said. "But I'm really glad that he's making advancements."

"Yeah, he's definitely matured, so good for him."

What followed was a comfortable silence, during which Mona took a leisurely sip of her tea. Claudia just stood there casually gazing out of the bedroom window, noticing how the sky was still dark as the sun had yet to rise. 

"So anyways, that's my opinion," Mona stated. "Go forth and do what you feel is best."

"Like I said, I was just purely curious. Your opinion wouldn't change anything, mom. I just wanted to know."

"Alright," Mona said with a smile, but as a knock suddenly sounded at the front door, she lifted her brows at Claudia. "There he is."

"Guess that's my cue, then." Leaning over the bed, she gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. "Anything else you need before I take off?"

"Nope, I'm good. Now get outta here and ace those exams."

"I will," Claudia replied, and with a soothing rub on her mother's pregnant belly, bid her unborn brother a goodbye. "Later, baby. Don't make mama throw up anymore, okay?"

Mona smiled at Claudia while watching her leave, and with a wave goodbye, Claudia was off. Already wearing a leopard print coat and black scarf, she was bundled up and ready for the cold, so on reaching the front door, she swung it open. 

"Hey, Lucas." 

"Hey, Claude." His eyes went all soft as he looked her over. "You ready to hit the road?"

"Yep." She stepped outside and closed the door, then followed beside Lucas as they went to his truck. "Thanks again for picking me up."

"Of course. I couldn't let you fail your exams, could I?" 

"Guess not," she replied. "But just wanna let you know how much I appreciate it."

"Get me a nice Christmas gift, and we'll call it even."

"I'll do the best I can," Claudia said. "But I haven't got a whole lot of money, so..."

"I was joking, Claude. I don't expect a gift."

"But you're getting me one, so It's only fair."

Having reached the old pickup, they both got in, and after starting the engine Lucas backed up, then turned onto the street and accelerated. 

"Yeah I'm getting you a gift," he said to her, "but It's not because I want one back."

"Well I'm still getting you one anyways," Claudia said. "So even if you don't want it, you're gonna take it."

With a smile, he gave his response. "Alright, so get me one. But let's not go overboard, okay? Keep it cheap."

"Not 99 cent store cheap, though. We don't want the presents breaking immediately after opening them up."

"Alright." The corners of his eyes wrinkled as he broadly smiled. 

"So how were your finals?" Claudia asked. "You took your last one yesterday, right?"

"Yep." Now entering the highway ramp, Lucas increased his speed. "They went really well, actually. I fully expect to get A's and B's."

"That's awesome, you must have studied a lot."

"Oh yeah, I put in some serious hours. I even joined a study group to make sure I really knew my shit."

"I'm impressed," Claudia said. "I've never joined a study group in my life."

"Because you're brainy," Lucas said. "You don't need people to quiz you, you probably remember everything immediately after reading. Me, I gotta hammer it in, make sure it sticks before I take a test."

"Well if that's your method, then keep at it. Whatever keeps those grades high, you know?"

Lucas nodded. "So, how's it been taking those online classes? Must be different not being on campus, huh?"

"It's very different," she said. "But I guess It's what I needed, because It's given me the chance to get therapy from Tina. Plus I actually have time to focus on me, and that's been a really important thing." 

"That's great, Claude. It's really terrific to know you're making advancement."

"Thanks," she said. "It's been a lot of hard work and facing up to things I didn't want to, but I know in the long run It'll only continue to help me."

"Definitely." He lightly nodded before clearing his throat. "So I know the last time we spoke, you told me Tristan and you had decided to break up..."

"Yeah..." There was a question mark in Claudia's tone.

"Well I was kinda wondering how you've been dealing with it. I mean it must be hard, considering you two were so close."

"We still are," Claudia said. "Only difference is, we're no longer romantically involved."

"Okay." 

"It is hard, though." Her voice slightly broke. "But knowing we're still good friends makes it easier to deal with."

Perhaps not knowing how to respond, Lucas remained quiet and focused on the road. For awhile, so did Claudia. But feeling the need to express her thoughts, she once again started to speak. 

"Maybe It's kind of a good thing that I'm alone now, you know? It's probably healthier anyways, considering I am still going through therapy."

"Right," Lucas replied. "You probably need that time to just be with yourself."

"Yeah," Claudia responded in a hopeful way, but there was a sadness hidden in her pretty face.

Only two lanes in width, Highway 2 stretched out before them, cutting through endlessly expansive prairie that was known as Plains Indian country. Trees were sparse, hills lightly clustered with modestly built houses and well-aged mobile homes that were tinted with rust. 

Then eventually they were past reservation land, and passing small towns barely large enough to warrant a dot on the map. Since traffic was sparse, Lucas increased his speed, engine lightly grumbling as he went up to 60 mph. 

"It's good you're taking your time," Lucas suddenly said after their moment of stillness. "Not much good ever comes from rushing, you know?"

With a nod of her head, Claudia agreed.

"But of course I would be lying if I said I wasn't hoping for another chance with you."

Turning her head to look at him, Claudia saw he was studying her, as if gauging her reaction. But then he turned his attention back to the road, and she was given the chance to just stare at him.

"You know I feel about you, Lucas."

"Of course I do, Claude."

"And you get that I have a strong attraction to you, one that obviously Isn't going away..."

"Yep."

"But I don't want to say anything just yet. I mean It's only been four days since Tristan and I ended, so I'm still processing all of these feelings."

"I understand," Lucas replied. "No need to explain further, I totally get it."

And it seemed that he truly did, because a silence then fell between them. It was a comfortable kind of silence, though, the kind that allowed them both to remain perfectly content. It wasn't long, however, before the sound of Lucas's voice broke the stillness surrounding them.

"You're worth it." With a light nod, he firmly added, "You totally are, so It's completely okay."

"I'm worth what?" Claudia asked.

"The wait," he simply said.

She knew what he meant, of course, so a response wasn't necessary to give. But she did slyly gaze at him from the corner of her eye, causing him to eventually shift his attention and give her a little smile. It was at that moment she felt a shift in her heart, a type of warmth that she couldn't ignore. 

It was so strong that she couldn't deny it, But before she had time to properly process what it was, she distracted herself by looking out the window, gazing at the scenery that passed by.

* * * *

Somewhere along that long stretch of Highway 2, Claudia had fallen asleep. She didn't know whether it was the car stopping, or the sound of the engine knocking as it was turned off, but as she opened her eyes and gazed out of the pitted windshield, she saw they had arrived at the university. 

"You slept hard," were the first words that Lucas said as she awoke. "Must have not gotten much sleep last night, huh?"

She yawned, then sat up straight before shifting her gaze to his face, and after rubbing her eyes to clear the fogginess of sleep, she finally gave a response. 

"Was up until midnight studying for finals." 

"Yeah, so you really needed that rest."

She nodded, then let out another small yawn, but on noticing a blanket was stretched out across her, she gave it a curious look.

"Where'd this come from?"

"The heater is busted in this truck and I thought you might be cold while sleeping. So I figured a bit of extra warmth might do you some good."

"Well thanks, that was sweet of you," she said with a smile, and after folding the blanket as best as she could, placed it into the pickup's rear seat.

"Nice campus." Now gazing out at the university, Lucas admired the massive stretch of property which was filled with collegiate buildings.

"Yeah, it is." Claudia took off her seatbelt, then grabbed her purse. "You should explore a bit, see if you like the look and feel of this school."

"I think I will," he said. "Maybe I'll even see what it takes to get into a place like this."

"You should." Her eyes went bright with encouragement. "By this time next year, you could be going here, too."

"Yeah, that'd be nice." He nodded thoughtfully at the idea. 

"Well thank you again for the ride," Claudia said. "You seriously saved my butt."

"Not a problem. You know I'm always here for you."

"You going to hang out in the city for awhile, or head back home right away?"

"I thought I was waiting for you to finish your exams," he said. "You'll need a ride back home, right?"

"I can get one with Kimi, Ethan, and Tristan," she said. "So don't worry about hanging around for three hours, because they'll be definitely be heading home for winter vacation."

"That's right," he said. "School won't be back in session until next year."

"Yep. Christmas vacation is finally here."

"Well alright, if you can catch a ride back home with them, then I guess that's fine." 

"You don't mind, do you?" Claudia asked. "I mean there wasn't any reason that you had to stick around, is there?"

"Well like I said, I wanted to check out the campus. And I was thinking to speak with a counselor about their admissions policy and get some paperwork to take back home, so that'd kill some time."

"Oh..." Noticing the disappointed look in his eyes, Claudia realized that he was hinting at wanting to be the one to drive her back.




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 19



"But I get that you wanna spend time with your friends, so that's cool."

"Well I don't have to," Claudia said. "I just figured you would wanna do your own thing in the city. Maybe explore and hang out on your own timeline, you know?"

"Yeah..." Absentmindedly, he traced the grooves in the steering wheel. 

"Plus, I had kind of told Tristan and the others that I would travel back with them. So if I suddenly let everyone know that I was catching a ride back with you, Tristan would probably feel lousy, you know? It's kind of a delicate situation, because we only broke up four days ago."

"Uh-huh." No longer looking at Claudia, Lucas was now purposely staring straight ahead. "Alright, then. So I guess I'll see you back on the rez."

"Yeah, we'll definitely see each other. How about coming over for coffee and pie this weekend? We'll chat and hang out." 

"Yeah, maybe." He still wasn't looking at her, but rather focusing on the campus beyond the parking lot. "Later, then." 

"Okay. Bye Lucas."

"Bye," he said while starting up the engine, and not offering even a brief glance her way, prepared to take off.

Feeling horribly guilty, Claudia started to get out of the car. But just as she was opening the door to get out, Lucas spoke some words.

"Claudia, wait." 

Turning her head to look back at him, Claudia saw he was retrieving something from his jacket pocket. Slowly, he pulled it out, and as it finally came into full view, she realized it was his wallet. 

Not saying a word, she only watched as he opened it, retrieving two twenty dollar bills before handing them over. Yet instead of immediately accepting them, she only stared at the green currency.

"You're giving me money?"

"Yes." 

"But why? What is it for?"

"Whatever you need," he simply replied. 

"That's very generous of you, but I don't need it."

"Of course you do. You don't have a job and you're living off of student loans. 

"I'm doing fine," she said. "Really, It's okay. Just keep your money."

"I don't expect anything in return," he said. "I'm giving it to you because I know you don't have much cash. And I think It'd be nice if you had a bit of spending money for the day."

"Well wow, that's super sweet of you, Lucas." Still flabbergasted, she could only stare at the bills.

"I know they're nice to look at, Claude. But they'd be even better to actually hold."

Smiling widely, she took them from his hand, and after tucking the bills into her tote bag, leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

"Thank you," she said while slowly pulling back. "You've always been so good to me, and I really appreciate that."

"You're welcome. Enjoy the day in the city with your friends," he responded, and after giving her a weak smile, watched her get out of the car.

Once she was standing on the pavement, she gave him a wave, then turned to walk off. But even though her back was turned and she walking away, Claudia found herself wishing that she didn't have to go. She wanted to say more to him, to fully explain so he wouldn't be hurt. 

But just as she had slowed her pace and decided to turn around, she saw he was already heading out of the parking lot, leaving her to stare after him as he slowly drove off.

* * * * 

Three hours later and with all of her finals successfully completed, Claudia was hanging out in Holmes Lounge. A campus hangout spot that she and Kimi used to frequent, it was a space with large, opulent windows and plenty of long, comfy couches. 

There was also a huge fireplace which made the room nice and warm, and a Steinberg grand piano in the very middle of the floor. The tall ceilings and rich woodwork gave it a stately feel, making Claudia feel as if she were in some old fashioned grand ballroom. 

Elegant yet relaxed, the atmosphere was perfect for having a conversation, and it was here that she and Kimi had chosen to meet up after taking their finals.

Sipping a peppermint cream coffee, Claudia was relaxing on one of the couches, her gaze focused on the flames in the fireplace which cozily warmed the room. She was only waiting ten minutes before Kimi showed up, dressed in black jeans and a skull print top that was layered by a cropped leather jacket.

As Kimi's eyes met with hers, Claudia broke into a smile, standing up to embrace her friend before they both took a seat on the couch. Also holding a to-go cup of coffee, Kimi gestured to the one that Claudia held. 

"What flavor did you get?"

"Peppermint Cream. You?"

"Eggnog Latte, and It's really good."

"I wanna taste," Claudia said, and as Kimi handed her drink to Claudia, she did the very same.

"Good stuff," Kimi exclaimed after taking a sample of Claudia's. "I'll have to get that flavor next time."

"Yours is really good too," Claudia stated. 

"Yeah, and totally addicting. I've had like eight of them this week alone, which is costing me a small fortune."

"I'm sure Ethan would be happy to fund your coffee habit if you asked," Claudia replied. "You know he gives you like whatever you want."

"What can I say, he's a complete sweetheart. I'm lucky to have a guy like him."

"Well I'd say he's pretty lucky, too." Claudia pulled her boot-clad legs up onto the couch, crossing them in front of her before leisurely sipping on her coffee.

"Thanks Claude, I appreciate that." She sipped her beverage as well before asking, "So 

what's up? Talk to me. Tell me what's going on with you."

"Therapy, yoga, studying, and lots of journaling. That's pretty much my life right now, but things are going well."

"Glad to hear it," Kimi said. "And how are things between you and Tristan?"

"They're going okay. We're still good friends and everything, so there's no bad blood between us. I haven't actually spoken to him since we broke up on Sunday, but we've texted a bit since then."

"Well I can tell he's totally bummed not being with you anymore, but he did mention to me and Ethan that you two are maintaining a solid friendship."

"Definitely." Claudia nodded her head.

"Good, that makes me happy." Kimi smiled at Claudia, but after taking a generous sip of her latte, her face suddenly went serious. "So that text you sent me earlier...about Lucas..."

"Yeah?" Knowing full well how badly Kimi wanted the info, Claudia decided to tease her a bit.

"I wanna know what's going on, Claude. Give me the update on you and him."

"Well my mom had really bad morning sickness, so she wasn't able to drive me out here. But luckily Lucas was available so he gave me a ride, which was really sweet."

"That is sweet," Kimi said. "And he obviously still likes you a whole lot. But you aren't thinking of getting back with him, are you?"

"Maybe," Claudia said. "Not right away obviously, because I need to be single for awhile. But I still like him, Kimi. Not just a little, but a whole lot."

"Wow." Staring hard at her friend, Kimi then said, "So I guess you two will eventually be getting back together."

"Maybe, maybe not," Claudia replied. "I can't know for certain if it will actually happen, but I would like to give him another chance."

"He's still a total mimbo, though. You do realize that, right?"

"He's not a mimbo." Genuinely offended, Claudia corrected Kimi. "He's a cool, intelligent guy who just happens to be really good looking. But there's more to him than his looks, Kimi. And he's matured a lot since high school."

"I agree that he's great looking, because obviously I'm not blind. But intelligent, Claude? Do you really want to use that word to describe him?"

"Yes, I do," she firmly stated. "He certainly Isn't stupid and just because he's not in university like us, doesn't mean he's not a smart guy."

"Well okay, so he's not stupid. And yes he has matured since high school, but I get the feeling that he's still sleeping around. Word has it he recently had sex with this girl named Kayla, and apparently he was really lousy in bed, so now she's spreading it all around the rez."

"I haven't heard anything like that," Claudia said. "But even if it is true, then so what? Lucas's sex life Isn't of my concern, and It's nobody's business who he sleeps with, so that girl should just shut up."

"I'm just telling you what I heard," Kimi said. "It just seems like he hasn't gotten it all out of his system."

"Well he is single right now."

"True. But he's always been such a horndog."

"When we were a couple, he was totally faithful. And he treated me great, too."

"You're right about that. He really did love you, Claude."

"He still does," she said. "He's mentioned it a couple times recently."

"Really..."

"Yep. And this morning before I got out of the car, he gave me some spending cash. Forty dollars."

"Wow, he's giving you money now?" Kimi's brows had slightly lifted. "That is a definite sign he wants to get back with you, Claude."

"I know he does," she softly replied. "But jumping back into a relationship wouldn't exactly be the best idea."

"Because of your therapy," Kimi replied. "You're still healing and need that alone time."

"Yes, and then there's also Tristan. As it is, he already doesn't care for Lucas. I'm kinda worried what could happen if he found out that Lucas and I were dating."

"Yeah, I worry about him too," Kimi said. "But of course I will naturally be on Tristan's side, because he's a friend of mine, and Lucas Isn't."

"When I say worried, I don't just mean about his emotions, though," Claudia explained. "I'm talking about his special abilities, the things he can do with his mind."

"Oh, you mean that weird block that he put on you and Lucas when you guys were going out?"

"Yes," Claudia said. 

"But he promised not to do it ever again. You told me that he said he definitely wouldn't."

"He did," Claudia replied. "But It's possible that he could go back on his word. Not that I would expect him to, but emotions can be a crazy thing sometimes."

"You're right, they can," Kimi responded. "So clearly you need to keep anything between you and Lucas on the down low."

"But I can't hide anything from him, Kimi. You know that just as well as I do."

"Right..." Now wearing a thoughtful look, she took a slow sip of her coffee.

"I couldn't even accept a ride back to the rez with Lucas, because I knew that if I did, Tristan would wonder why I wasn't traveling back with you, him, and Ethan." 

"Yeah, clearly there was no way to get around that," Kimi said. "He definitely would have been majorly upset if you'd gone back home with Lucas."

"Exactly. But when I told Lucas I was traveling back with you guys, you should have seen his face. He looked so sad, Kim. And it made me feel really bad."

"He must have thought you were blowing him off. Or just using him for his car so that you could get to school."

"Well that's what I figured too," Claudia said. "But then why would he give me money?"

Kimi shrugged. "I don't know...maybe he did realize how sticky of a situation it could be, and decided to just let it go and accept it for what it was."

"Probably," Claudia said. "But now I'm feeling twice as bad, because he used his time and gas money, not to mention called out of work just so he could drive me all the way down here."

"That *was* very nice of him," Kimi said. "He's definitely making it known that you're a priority."

"And it makes me feel really good," Claudia said. "Because I've been feeling pretty unimportant lately, you know?"

"Yeah." Kimi lightly nodded. "Shauna and the baby really screwed things up for you and Tristan. If it wasn't for them, you and he would still be a couple."

"I don't blame the baby because she's innocent," Claudia said. "And to be honest, I guess I can't totally blame Shauna, either. She didn't make the baby by herself, after all."

"I still think she got pregnant on purpose," Kimi stated. "From what Tristan told us, she was supposedly on birth control. And it was the IUD too, which is basically like fail safe."

"Well Tristan said that her dad is this big ol' racist, so if she did get pregnant on purpose, it wouldn't make a whole lot of sense. I mean once he found out that Maggie was half Native, he kicked her and Shauna out of the house."

"Yeah, to be honest, I don't know about that girl," Kimi said. I don't like her and I don't trust her, and I really hate that she broke you two up."

"It is what it is," Claudia sadly replied. "Wanting it to be different just makes it more difficult, so I've come to the point where I've just had to accept that things have changed."

"Well you're better than me, Claude. Because if Ethan had gotten some girl pregnant and had her living in his house, I'd be a complete wreck. Like not just depressed, but totally non-functioning."

Smiling lightly, Claudia leaned forward. "I get the feeling you probably would raise a little hell, too. Because you totally aren't the type to just let something like that slide by."

"Damn straight I'm not." Her face was serious now, brows gently furrowed at the mere idea. "If anyone gets pregnant by Ethan, It's gonna be me. I call dibs on his sperm, so It's all locked down as far as I'm concerned."

"You're hilarious." Claudia shook her head in a light hearted way. "But I completely get you being protective over Ethan, because he is quite the catch."

"A double major in environmental and civil engineering? Heck yes, he's a freaking catch." Her eyes took on a gleam as she thought of her boyfriend. "Gosh I love brainy guys. They're just so damn hot, you know?"

"Yeah, I know you do," Claudia said with a smirk, then she finished the rest of her peppermint cream coffee before tossing the cup into a nearby trash can. "I'm hungry. Let's get some burgers at Ray's before heading home."

"Okay. I'll text Ethan on the way, let him know we'll be having some lunch before hitting the road. Maybe he and Tristan can join us." 

Standing to their feet in unison, then headed out of the lounge and towards their destination. They walked at a leisurely pace, in no hurry and enjoying the stroll across the beautiful campus.



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 20



At just past seven p.m., Ethan's VW van rolled up in front of Tristan's house. It came to a stop with a tiny squeak, gears grinding as it was put into park. Preparing to exit the car, Tristan slung his army green duffel bag over his shoulder, then drew back the sliding door before saying his goodbyes.

"Thanks for the ride, guys," he said to Ethan and Kimi, who were seated in the driver's seat area. 

"No problem, man," Ethan responded while looking into the rear of the van. "Let's hang out tomorrow, I'll show you that online gaming site I mentioned."

"Sounds good," Tristan replied. "I would definitely be up for that."

"Later, Tristan." Kimi gave him a smile.

"See ya, Kimi. You have a good night, okay?"

"Will do," she responded.

"Uh, Claude..." Now turning his attention to his ex-girlfriend, Tristan said, "You wouldn't mind walking me to the door, would you?"

"Not at all," Claudia said, and following him out of the van, she did just that.

On reaching the door to his house, Tristan placed his duffel bag down. He then turned to face Claudia, and slipping his hands into his jeans pockets, began to speak.

"So I know that Lucas drove you to school this morning."

"Oh..." Becoming a little uneasy, Claudia gazed at him. "Kimi must have told you, huh?"

"No, your mom did."

"You spoke to my mom?"

Tristan nodded. "When you didn't show up outside of the library at eight, I gave you a call to see where you were. But you weren't answering your phone, so I ended up calling your mom. She told me you were still on your way with Lucas."

"Yeah, sorry about not answering. My cell phone ran out of batteries along the way."

Not saying anything in response, Tristan only gazed at her.

"And the reason why I didn't meet you at the library for our pre-final study session, is because I arrived late. Lucas and I didn't even pull into the parking lot until nine a.m., which gave me just enough time to walk across campus to the testing center."

"Okay," Tristan replied. "I was just wondering what had happened, because I knew we were supposed to meet up. So when I heard that you were with Lucas, I kinda started to wonder if I'd been ditched for him."

"That wasn't it at all, Tristan. I honestly did arrive late, and that was it."

"Alright, I believe you." Shifting his feet, he looked away for a brief moment before once again meeting her eyes. "So are you and Lucas a couple now?"

"Not at all," Claudia replied. "He was just doing me a favor because it was an emergency. Nothing more than a friendly gesture of support."

"Okay. Well that's cool, I guess."

Not knowing what to say in response, Claudia only looked at him. Looking right back, Tristan seemed to be working the courage up to say something. He would eventually come out with it, of that Claudia was certain, so she just patiently waited, giving him a soft look as he stood before her.

"So I just wanna let you know that I'm not going to interfere, okay? Whatever happens between you and him, I'll just stay out of it."

"Okay," Claudia said. "But to be honest, I'm not at that point yet. I mean I'm still going through therapy and everything, so I'll probably just be alone for awhile."

"Yeah." He lightly nodded, but it seemed he didn't truly believe. "Well that's all I really wanted to say. I'll let you go now, so that Ethan and Kimi can take you home."

"Alright." 

Although the conversation had seemed to end, neither made a move to hug, or even walk away. They just stubbornly stood there, standing awkwardly as if the signals from their brains had yet to reach their feet. But then a thought popped into Claudia's head, urging her to voice it. 

"How's Maggie?"

"Great," Tristan replied. "She got her first tooth the other day and she's been crawling all over the house, so I'd say she's making some pretty good development."

"Awesome," Claudia replied. "So she's nice and healthy then, that's great to hear."

"Yeah." He lightly nodded while giving a smile. "And lately she's been snoozing on my chest, which is really nice, because she gets to feel my heartbeat while she sleeps."

"How cute." Claudia's eyes visibly softened at this statement. "I bet that would make for a super cute picture."

"I'll have Shauna take one the next time it happens," Tristan said. "Then I'll send the photo along to you, so you can see how adorable she looks."

"I'd like that," she said with a smile.

Giving her one as well, Tristan stepped forward for a hug, embracing her with keen tenderness before releasing her from his hold. He then took a moment to speak some last words.

"Lucas had better be good to you. Because if he Isn't, I *will* know."

Although simple and to the point, the words had a heaviness that hung between them, carrying an energy that was slightly intimidating and also tangibly intense. Something about the way he had said it made Claudia's skin prickle, and it was then that she realized what he had said had a deep effect. 

It was a good effect, though. The kind that made her feel loved and protected, and assured her that he wasn't even considering turning his back on her. 

"I know you will, Tristan," she softly said, and reaching a hand out to touch his face, lovingly caressed it. "Thank you for still caring. I do appreciate it."

"Of course," he said. "I'll never stop."

Allowing her hand to lower from his face, Claudia took a step back. Then she softly spoke the words she needed in order to say goodbye.

"Have a good night, okay?"

"You too, Claude. See ya later."

They both turned around at the exact same time, he heading into his house and she back to Ethan's van. Seconds later she was seated inside and the van was pulling away from the curb, chugging off in the direction of her house.

* * * * 

Claudia was sipping a cup of hot tea while lounging on her bed, a vintage copy of Sassy magazine spread out as she leisurely read it. A huge fan of the now defunct publication, she'd managed to procure several issues from ebay, and had since added to her collection with a dozen new issues in the span of a month. 

The copy she was currently reading had Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love on the cover, and the article inside was pretty fascinating, giving her a view into what life was like back in the 90's for the grunge couple. 

So engrossed by the words on the page she barely noticed that her mobile was vibrating, causing the mattress beside her to quiver as somebody rang her up. Reaching for her phone, she saw that the sound was off, and on noting the caller ID, she realized that it was Lucas. With a swipe of her thumb across the screen she answered the call, pressing the receiver against her ear as she spoke into the mouthpiece.

"Hey you, what's up?"

"Just calling to say hello," he said. "How'd finals go?"

"Pretty sure I aced them." 

"Awesome, I knew you would."

Her lips curled into a smile at his response. "So what are you up to tonight?" 

"Just hanging around, wrapping some presents.

"Did you wrap mine up yet?" Claudia asked.

"As a matter of fact, I just did a few minutes ago."

"Any hints as to what it is?"

"Not a chance," Lucas said. "So don't even think about trying to work any info out of me."

"So you wanna play hard ball, huh?" Tucking her legs beneath her, she rose a brow. "Alright, then."

"Hard and ball..." Lucas faintly snickered before saying, "I love hearing you say those words together."

"Oh brother, you would turn that into something sexual."

"I know. Way too easy, right?" There was a smile in his voice now.

"Uh-huh." She took a sip of her tea before continuing on. "By the way, I want to thank you again for the money you gave me. It was very sweet of you, Lucas. And I really do appreciate your generosity."

"Well I was glad to do it," he said. "You do anything fun with it while you were in the city?"

"Not really," Claudia said. "I bought a cup of coffee and a burger, but that was pretty much it, so I have most of it left."

"Well buy yourself something fun with the rest of it," he said. "Maybe go to a movie with Kimi, or treat yourselves to a nice lunch."

"Yeah," Claudia replied. "Or maybe I'll get some cosmetics with it. The nice kind, from the department store."

"There you go, spoil yourself."

With her stomach now full of tea, Claudia felt a warmth and contentedness. Settling back against the cushy pillow behind her, she shifted her gaze to the window, which was adorned with white fairy lights that gave the room a dreamy glow. Wanting to fully enjoy them, she turned off the lamp on her bedside table, then let out a soft sigh as she focused on the star shaped decorative lights. 

"Lucas?" 

"Yeah, Claude?"

"How old were you when you lost your virginity?"

"Twelve."

"That's pretty young," Claudia said. "Were you actually ready, or it just kind of happened?"

"It sorta just happened on its own," Lucas said. "Me and this girl were messing around one day, playing the 'you show me yours, I'll show you mine' game, and then all of a sudden she was on top of me, and things just kinda happened from there."

"Was she older or younger?"

"Older," he said. "Fourteen, to be exact."

"And it was her first time, too?"

"I'm pretty certain it was," Lucas replied. "Both of us were clumsy and didn't really know how to properly do it, so I'd say she was just as inexperienced as me."

"Does she still live on the rez?" Claudia asked.

"No, she moved away years ago. Just before I went into the ninth grade."

"So she was two years older, and she made the first move, huh? Wow, I'd have thought you'd be the initiator."

"I know It's hard to believe, but I was innocent once, Claude."

A wide smile crossed her lips. "I'm sure that you were, It's just hard to imagine you being inexperienced."

"Well, we all have to start somewhere."

Lightly giggling, Claudia turned onto her side. "Do you have any old photos of yourself? Like from around that time when you lost your virginity?"

"Yeah, I've got a few. Why?" 

"Because I wanna know what you looked like when you were twelve."

"Wondering how I could score a fourteen year old girl at that age, huh?"

"No." She grinned while saying it. "I'm just curious what you looked like as a kid, and I think It'd be fun to see some old photos."

"Well, you're welcome to come over my house and check them out anytime you want."

"I'll do that," Claudia said.

"And what about you?" He asked. "What did you look like as a twelve year old?"

"Not a whole lot different than I do right now. Just imagine me with a baby face, and more flatchested than I currently am."

You're not flatchested," Lucas replied. "They're just modestly sized, but I like that."

"Yeah, right." Claudia playfully rolled her eyes.

"It's not a lie, Claude. I really like your boobs. I still think of them sometimes, too. Like when I'm alone in my room at night..."

"Oh." Perfectly aware of what he was alluding to, her face began to feel hot. 

"Your nipples reminded me of little blackberries, which was super cute to me."

Lips curling at the edges, she listened on. 

"You probably never realized it, but there was this shirt you used to wear sometimes in high school. It was a button up thermal, and I remember it fit you really well...like close enough so that I could always see the outline of your nipples."

"I had no idea." Embarrassed at the thought, Claudia felt herself inwardly cringe. "So everytime I wore that shirt, people could see my nipples poking through it?" 

"Well they weren't like bullets or anything, but yeah, I could definitely see the outline. Not that I minded at all, because it was the closest thing I had to seeing you naked back then."

That familiar heat was back, rising up Claudia's neck and into her face again.

"I committed that image to my memory," Lucas stated. "Even now, It's still in my mind. Just as fresh as when I first saw you."

Noticing how soft his voice had gotten, Claudia sunk further into her pillow, eyes still focused on the pretty fairy lights that gave off an ethereal glow. 

"You've gotten quiet," Lucas said. "Does it make you uncomfortable having me talk to you like this?"

"No." 

"You sure?" Lucas asked.

"Positive," Claudia replied, and deep down inside she knew that she wanted him to continue on.

"Good." There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. "I've missed being with you, you know. Not just in the sexual way, but also hugging and kissing, and just being in your presence."

"I've missed you too," Claudia said. "Maybe more than I would have liked to admit."

"Ever since we broke up, I've thought of you lots...thought of your hair and skin, your smell, and even the way you taste."

Enjoying the soft, smooth sound of his voice, Claudia allowed him to continue uninterrupted.

"It's not just the taste of your mouth, but your pussy as well, Claude. I've always loved eating you out."

Now turned on in a very serious way, Claudia felt her nipples perk up. 

"Does it turn you on knowing that?"

"Yes."

"And does it make you remember how good my tongue felt between your legs?"

"Uh-huh." Her whole body was warm now, muscles becoming looser as her desire increased.

"I used to love how vocal you were," he said. "And I liked it when you pulled on my hair, let me know that what I was doing was bringing you pleasure."

"Of course it brought me pleasure. You had like the most amazing tongue ever."

"Well It's still very capable," Lucas replied. "And very much able to pleasure you again."

"Good to know." Her voice was soft now, a little dreamy as she became more relaxed.

"The thought of having you again in that way makes me very excited. So much, that I'm starting to get hard."

"Are you really?" Her pulse quickened.

"Yes, Claudia. I am."

"And are you touching yourself?"

"Not yet. But I could, if you wanted me to."

Breathing quicker, she lightly bit her lip.

"Would you like that?" There was hope in his voice, along with a tinge of eagerness. "Because if you would, I can unzip my pants."

"Yes," she said in a soft voice. "Unzip them for me."

Clearly and unmistakably, the sound of his zipper lowering came through the phone, causing Claudia to perk her ears and intently listen. Then she heard fabric shifting, and assumed he was pulling his pants down around his waist. 

"What do I do next, Claude? Tell me exactly what you want." 

"You know what I want..." Her tone was coquettish now, urging him to take the next step.

"Well yeah, of course I do. But I wanna hear you say the words."

"The words?" She was teasing him now.

"Yes," he replied. "Hearing you say those naughty things in your soft, sweet voice really gets me hot."

Loving how eager he was to hear her speak dirty, Claudia took her time in actually doing it. Rolling onto her back she gazed up at the ceiling, then swiped her tongue across her full, sensual lips. 

She could hear Lucas's soft breathing as he waited for her, his anxiousness so apparent she could almost feel it through the phone. Then she was finally speaking, her tone smooth and even as it drifted to his side.

"Play with your cock," she said to him. "Let me hear you stroke it through the phone." 

"Alright," Lucas replied. "I'll just put a bit of lube on first, so you can really hear me going at it."

The familiar noise of a lube bottle being uncapped could be heard from Lucas's end, followed by the wet, slick noise of him spreading it up and down his penis.

"Hear that?" Lucas asked.

"Uh-huh," Claudia said in response.

"I'm pretending It's your mouth, Claude. You remember how deep you used to take me in, don't you? How perfectly I fit into it..."

"I do," Claudia said. "You were always so nice and hard, and I loved it."

"You liked to deep throat me, didn't you? Liked to push it as far back as it would go."

"Because I knew that it turned you on," she said. "You always went crazy whenever I did that."

"Such a naughty girl..." The sounds he was making now seemed to suggest he was jerking off quickly. "You really need a spanking, you know that?"

"Do I?" 

"Oh, yeah." Lucas's breathing was steadily becoming more audible. "A nice hard one, to let you know just how bad you've been."

"I might like that," Claudia said. 

"Yeah? And what else would you like?"

"To be touched by you," she said. "I always did love your big, strong hands."

"Mmmm..."

Except for the wet sound of his lubed cock being steadily jerked, Claudia couldn't hear much else. But every now and again she did hear a hitch in his breath, as if the act he were engaging in was enough to constrict his chest from taking in enough air. The squishy sloppy noises he made were getting louder now, which in turn made Claudia visualize what it looked like as he jacked off.

In her mind, his palm was sliding against wet, slippery skin, strokes short and quick and urgent as it slid up and down his throbbing cock. Recalling the way that it looked, she remembered it was long and hard with a thick, swollen tip. 

The thought of it now was making desire coil in her gut and suddenly she was slipping her fingers down the front of her panties, fingers softly rubbing the bare mound that was giving off heat.

"Are you touching yourself?" Lucas's voice was thickly husky.

"Yes," she breathily said. "I'm pretty wet right now."

"Did you soak through your panties for me?"

"Uh-huh." Sighing heavily, she pressed a finger into her heat.

"Shit, that's hot." He breathed hard into the phone.

Bolts of lust shot directly into Claudia's crotch, her entire body flushing as he released a moan from deep in his throat. His breathing intensified with every second, the sounds of his lubed up cock coming clearly through the phone as he jerked off its sloppy, wet slickness. 

The noises were so erotically obscene that Claudia began to feel breathless, soft moans escaping her lips as a finger worked in and out of her tight heat. 

"I want you so bad, Claude." His tone was deeper than usual, strained with a lust that she could feel through the phone. "You gotta let me lick your pussy again. I'll make you cum hard, just like I used to." 

Digesting the words he had spoken, Claudia gave a throaty moan, the wetness between her thighs now seeping into the white sheets. Although only gently fingering herself it was more than enough to bring her stimulation, eyes closing as she imagined that it was Lucas's fingers inside of her. 

Groaning in response, she arched her hips up off the bed, feeling so wound up that the muscles in her thighs had begun to tighten. 

"Claudia..." He spoke her name desperately, making it sound like a cross between a whimper and a moan.

For some reason that aroused her greatly, making her tingle and ache for his manly touch. Then there was a hoarse, guttural grunt, a noise so unmistakably erotic that she immediately knew he had ejaculated. 

What followed was the sound of light panting, then a slow, deep sigh that told her he was basking in the moment. A few moments passed and she guessed he was cleaning himself up, before the sound of fabric being shifted told her he was pulling his pants back up. 

"Still know how to get me all hot and horny, don't you?" Lucas asked. 

"I think It's safe to say you did the same for me," Claudia responded.

"Were you really touching yourself while we talked, or just saying it because you knew it would turn me on?"

"I was actually touching myself," she assured him. 

"Damn, that's hot. I really love thinking about you doing that."

Smiling, she rolled onto her side and hugged a pillow against her chest.

"Let me take you out," Lucas said. "I want us to go on a date tomorrow."

"It's too soon, Lucas," Claudia said. "I really think I need to hold off on dating for awhile."

"Okay, then It'll be a non-date. Just two people who enjoy each other's company, hanging out and having a little fun."




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 20



"A non-date?" Claudia crookedly smiled. "I've never heard of such a thing."

"Now you have," he responded. "So what about it, you wanna give it a try?"

"Well I guess it wouldn't hurt to go out and enjoy ourselves..."

"Great. I'll pick you up around five, does that sound good?"

"That would be fine," Claudia replied. "Is it a casual place we're going to, though? Because I need to know what kind of clothes I should wear."

"Casual is fine. Jeans would be better than a skirt, though."

"Alright. So tomorrow at five, then."

"Yeah. I'm really looking forward to it."

"Same here." Still hugging a pillow to her chest, Claudia felt her lips curl at the edges.

The pause that followed allowed them both to be in their own thoughts, silence on both ends of their line as they comfortably just allowed the stillness. Then Claudia felt her bladder give the signal that the tea she'd drank needed to come out. 

"So I guess I should get off the phone now," she said. "I had like three cups of tea tonight and I really need to go to the bathroom."

"You don't have to end our conversation for that," Lucas said. "Just take the phone in with you."

"No way!" 

"Why not?" He asked. It'd be a total turn on."

"It would be weird."

"No, it would be hot. Now take the phone in with you so I can hear."

"I am not doing that, Lucas."

"Come on, Claude..."

"What is this all about? Are you like into water sports or something?"

Lucas laughed loudly at this. "No way, I just like to listen. I think the tinkling sound is really cute."

"Then you go to the bathroom and listen to yourself."

"It's not the same," he said. "When guys go, it sounds loud and harsh because we have to stand in order to do our thing. But when girls go, it sounds all cute and feminine and delicate."

"I don't know," Claudia said. "I've never had a guy ask me to do this before."

"Misty used to like it when I listened to her. Sometimes she'd even let me watch while she was on the toilet."

"Okay, too much information," Claudia said. "Just stop right there, because I don't want to hear anything else."

"Geez, Claude. I'm just talking about her taking a pee."

"I know, but *peeing*? I just don't get how that excites you."

"It's sexy," he said. "Hard to explain exactly why, but I guess it has something to do with it being so private. If a girl lets me listen or even watch as she's doing it, that tells me she's comfortable with me and I really like that."

"I guess I sorta get what you're saying," Claudia said. "But when you hear a girl pee, is it just like something that pleases your ears in a general way, or do you actually get off on it?"

"Well if I'm just listening to her, It's more of a pleasing sound, almost soothing. But if I'm actually watching her sit on the toilet, it gets me rock hard. Total turn on, like in a huge way."

"Wow, you're such a perv," Claudia said with a huge smile. "What other fetishes do you have?"

"So I'm a perv but you wanna hear more, eh? Alright, so that tells me something."

"I'm curious," Claudia replied. "Strictly that and nothing else."

"Uh-huh, sure."

A soft giggle left Claudia's mouth. "Really though, what other things are you into?"

"If you wanna find out you'll have to be my girlfriend," he said. "Otherwise, I'm afraid It'll forever be a mystery."

"I see," Claudia replied. "Well alright, I'm a patient girl."

"Good, because I'm a patient guy. But of course you already know that."

"I do," she replied.

"So yes or no on letting me listen to you tinkle?"

"Oh my gosh, you're still on that?" She lightheartedly shook her head. "Maybe one of these nights when you call I'll let you listen. But not tonight, Lucas."

"Bummer," he replied. "But you did say one of these nights, so that gives me hope you'll eventually say yes."

"I really do need to go," she said through a smile. "My bladder is practically bursting now."

"Alright Claude, you have a good night."

"You too, Lucas."

"Sleep well, beautiful."

"You too. Goodnight."

Claudia lay there for a moment after ending the call, just thinking of Lucas and their conversation. She was a little surprised in herself for engaging in phone sex, but as for feeling ashamed, she didn't feel even a bit. 

Yes it was true that it hadn't been a week yet since she and Tristan had broken up, but the sexual tension between her Lucas had been steadily building for many months. 

After all, why keep such a powerful emotion locked deep inside, when she was finally free to fully express it and let it all out? She'd needed to unwind, and touching herself in an intimate way while listening to Lucas had done that. 

Still urged to empty her bladder, Claudia got off the bed and headed for the toilet, taking time to wash her face and brush her teeth before returning to the room. 

Ordinarily, she would have taken a shower before bed, then changed into clean underwear and a pair of pajamas before going to sleep. But tonight was different so she kept on her same panties, slipping into a large T-shirt before climbing into bed.

Pulling the covers up over her, she snuggled contentedly beneath them, her head sinking deep into the pillow as she emitted a soft sigh. A bit of time passed before her hand began to drift downward, fingers finding the damp spot on her panties which had yet to fully dry. 

She liked that it was still a bit wet, as it reminded her of the moment that she and Lucas had shared. Claudia slept well that night, the moist spot on her panties remaining even after she'd peacefully drifted off. 

* * * * 

At just past five p.m. the next day, Lucas and Claudia departed for their date. Completely oblivious as to where they were going, Claudia gazed out the window as he drove, paying close attention to the signs on the highway to try and figure out which city they were headed toward. She liked that it was a surprise, though, as it increased her excitement and made it a fun sort of game.

Eventually it dawned on her that they were headed to Big Fork, and after a two hour drive on the interstate, they were pulling off the ramp and onto the street.

Cozy and small-townish in appearance, Big Fork was a place Claudia hadn't been before. Undeniably picturesque, the downtown area they traveled through was almost storybook-like, with charming little shops giving it a village-like atmosphere. 

Enjoying the view from beyond the window, she noticed that twinkling lights were strung up, giving the streets a beautiful glowing effect that really set the Christmas mood. 

After turning off the narrow downtown roads, they were traveling down a wider street. Then they were approaching a huge white building with a bright, flashing neon sign. 

"Oh, an ice skating rink..." As her voice drifted off, Claudia noticed that the neon sign shone brilliantly with the words, ICE WORLD.

"Yep," Lucas said. "I thought It'd be fun."

"Haven't been since I was a kid," Claudia remarked. "You're really taking me back to the nostalgic days."

"That's the point," he replied. "It's carefree and youthful, just what we need to loosen up."

Now pulling into a space, Lucas cut the engine. He then slid out from behind the wheel, and with Claudia by his side, headed for the entrance. Although she hadn't known that an ice rink was their destination, she was appropriately attired for the establishment. 

Creamy white in color, the knit tunic she wore reached mid-thigh, and was paired with bohemian leggings which had an eye-catching celestial print. Black leather booties completed her look, which elongated her already well-shaped legs.

On reaching the double doors they slid open, allowing Lucas and Claudia to venture inside. As soon as they entered, the cold air and smell of ice hit them, enveloping their forms as they walked further inside. The lighting was dim, consisting of soft overhead bulbs that created a romantic mood. 

Upon reaching the check-in counter, Lucas paid the fee for two. They were then given two pairs of skates, and directed towards the lockers where they could leave their shoes. 

Putting them on quickly and with ease, Lucas seemed like a professional, rapidly criss-crossing the laces and then tying a fancy loop before admiring his handiwork. Smiling at him, Claudia gave him an inquisitive look, then glanced down at his bootlaces which were finished in a nice, double bow.

"Nice job," she remarked. "Why don't my laces look anything like yours?"

Shifting his gaze down to her feet, Lucas saw that her skates were sloppily tied. Giving her an amused look, he lifted her foot so that it rested in his lap, and after undoing the bootlaces, began to lace them right back up. 

Watching as he did it, Claudia couldn't help noticing how skillful he was with his hands, not a hint of clumsiness present as his long fingers made a graceful double bow. 

Perhaps noticing how intently her eyes were pinned on him, Lucas glanced up at her face, giving her a lingering look which made Claudia smile. Returning it with one of his own, he repeated the same process with her other ice skate, ensuring that it was just as perfect looking before lowering her foot from off his lap.

"All done," he said. "You ready to hit the ice and skate?"

"You're way too good at those laces," Claudia stated. "You going to give me some info here?"

"I used to skate a lot as a kid," he said. "My mom took me to the rink throughout all of junior high, so I picked up a couple of skills during those three years."

"Wow, I never would have guessed." Her brows lifted as she studied his face. "I'd have taken you for a hockey kid, more than an ice skating one."

"And that's what my dad thought I was doing anytime I told him I was going to the rink." Briefly he paused, then gazed off into the distance as if recalling a memory. "I had to lie to him, make up a story about joining a youth hockey club."

"He would have disapproved, huh?"

"Oh most definitely," Lucas replied. "My dad raised me to hunt and fish and learn the traditional warrior ways, so an ice skating son was definitely out of the question."

"Well I think It's cool," Claudia said. "You're so completely masculine that I never would have guessed."

"Yeah, well don't tell anyone on the rez, okay? I'd never hear the end of it from my friends if they found out."

"What's it worth to ya?" Claudia teasingly asked.

"Oh, so you're bribing me, huh?" Lucas grinned, then shook his head. "Shoulda known you'd wanna hold it over my head."

"Only kidding, of course." Wobbling to her feet, she struggled to balance on her ice skates, which in turn caused Lucas to wrap his arm around her small waist.

"Just hold onto my arm and you'll be fine," he said. "Then once we get out on the ice, I'll give you some pointers."

Okay," she responded while allowing him to lead her along, and soon they were at the edge of the frozen space, where several other couples as well as families were skating along. 

Illuminated by fluorescent lighting, the ice glowed brilliantly from beneath, casting a gorgeous pale blue color onto the skaters directly above it. Sliding onto the slick glossy surface, their metal blades took them smoothly forward. 

Having always struggled with activities which required balance, Claudia held tightly to Lucas's arm, allowing him to steer and pull her along as they glided on top of the ice. 

He held her so firmly about the waist that she knew he wouldn't let her fall, but as he moved just a bit quicker so they were gaining some speed, a quivering went through her belly. 

"Uh, Lucas..." Heart pumping quicker, she imagined face-planting right onto the ice.

"I got you, Claude. You won't fall, I promise."

Gripping onto him in a stranglehold, Claudia kept her fingers wrapped around his forearm, the solid firmness of it completely obvious even beneath the fabric of his hooded flannel jacket. Gradually, her grip on him began to lessen, and as Lucas realized she was becoming less scared, he loosened his hold on her as well.

"I'm going to release you in a minute, okay?" He informed. "But I'll be right behind you, so don't worry about falling because I'll definitely catch you."

"But what if I fall forward?" The thought of it made her grip him tighter again.

"You won't," he replied. "Your balance is getting better so I know you'll be just fine."

Although feeling reluctant, Claudia allowed her hand to gradually move down his arm, eventually lowering to only his wrist before she finally made the decision to let go. As soon as she did, Lucas took his hands off her waist, then slowly edged backward so that the space was widened between them. 

Now moving on her own, she slid her right skate forward, then her left, before repeating the movement in a clumsy way. Feeling anything but graceful, she tried to imitate the way that everyone else was skating. But all this did was make her slip and pitch forward, arms flailing as she struggled to save herself. 

Then suddenly Lucas's arms were around her, strong and protective as he righted her up. The smell of his cologne drifted into her nostrils, the sensation of his hands so firm and manly that she immediately felt calm. Angling her face to look up at his, she saw he was gazing down at her, eyes soft and loving as he pulled her firmer against his front. 

"Told you I wouldn't let you fall."

Smiling gently, she blinked her lashes at him.

"Now the thing is, you gotta bend your knees. Take longer strokes with your legs, and move your body so that it gets a rhythm."

Heeding his advice, Claudia allowed her knees to bend and her hips to swing, which gradually created a smooth, continuous flow along the ice. 

"There you go, you got it." His focus was on her swaying hips now, watching as they moved in a loose, fluid motion. "You're doing good, Claude. Just keep going exactly like that."

No longer scared but actually enjoying, Claudia felt like she was weightless. The scrape of her skates as she slid across the frozen surface was wonderfully soothing, only adding to the whole experience of being out on the ice. And then there was Lucas behind her, who held her gently and yet also in a firm way, letting her know that she was safe and well protected. 

His masculine presence made her stomach flutter, body hyper aware of the way his fingers grazed that little dip just above her rounded bottom. So dangerously close yet not quite touching her ass, Lucas's digits gave off a definite heat, as if the mere proximity of her backside was enough to galvanize his desire. 

Fluidly, gracefully, they glided across the smooth ice, moving as a single unit with such an ease it seemed to have been studiously practiced. But theirs was no choreographed routine, only a natural sort of rhythm that they effortlessly fell into. So effortless, that Claudia began to wonder if it would translate to the bedroom.

Going hot at the mere idea, Claudia rested her palms against the back of his hands, which were still bracketed to her hips. Wanting him to know just exactly how she felt, Claudia glided her thumbs across his skin, sending the message in a tender and yearning way that she was enjoying the close proximity of their bodies. 

In response Lucas shifted his palms so that they moved a bit lower, thumbs brushing against the roundness of her butt before pressing into the feminine softness. Now completely aroused, Claudia felt her breathing quicken, and without a second thought, angled her head so that she was looking behind her. 

Lucas's eyes gazed right back into her own, so intense and completely focused that she felt her breath hitch. Then slowly, he leaned in closer, positioning his mouth so it was closer to hers. The heat of his breath could be felt, a subtle mint fragrance filtering into her nostrils. Unable to resist the incredible pull that she felt, Claudia tilted her chin upward, waiting for the touch of his lips. 

The kiss never came, however, because they were met with a hard and sudden impact. So forceful it knocked them right off their feet, Claudia and Lucas went flailing backward, landing hard on the slippery ice. Still encircling her waist with his arms, Lucas took the brunt of the fall, his body serving as a cushion that shielded Claudia from any discomfort. 

They were still laying there on the cold surface when a boy of around fourteen came to a halt right in front of them, spraying ice chips as the blades cut deep into the frozen floor.

"Sorry," he said in a rushed kind of way, and after giving them an embarrassed look, pushed off and glided away, skating all the way to the other side. 

Just briefly, Claudia and Lucas shared a little smile, then pulled themselves into a sitting position. With an arm looped around her waist, Lucas helped Claudia up first, then lifted his own body so that he was once again standing. 

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she responded. 

"I tried to land a certain way so that you wouldn't get hurt. Not sure how well it worked, though."

"I noticed." Smiling up at him, Claudia's gaze went soft. "Thanks for being my pillow, that was gentlemanly."

"Anytime." Taking her hand in his, he encouraged her to skate some more with him, but no sooner had they pushed forward, did Claudia make a suggestion.

"So show me some of those fancy moves you picked up as a kid."

"It was seven years ago, Claude. Not sure if I even remember them."

"Oh I'm sure you could recall a few," she replied. "Just a quick little show, so I can check out your skills."

Smiling at her suggestion, Lucas lightheartedly shook his head. "You want me to embarrass myself, huh?"

"No, I want you to impress me." Now grinning, she willed him to do it.

"Alright." Reluctantly, Lucas released her hand, and gliding effortlessly away, prepared to give a show.

Skating to the edge where there was a large wall serving as a barrier, Claudia braced onto it and watched, her eyes following his movements as he moved further away. Soon he was no longer just simply skating, yet rather gracefully sailing along the ice. Every turn he made was sharp and precise, a perfect display of what it meant to skate with grace. 

Astonished by his level of skill, Claudia indulged in the beauty of his movements, studying the way his legs made large, sweeping motions as he skated in a backwards motion. 

Gradually picking up speed, it seemed that Lucas was fearless, not giving even a second thought to the fact that he was going in reverse on the frozen surface. She marveled at his speed and skill, feeling a kind of magic as he flawlessly executed a fancy zig-zag move. 

He then looked in her direction and gave her a smile, one that was adorably crooked and almost kid-like. She was still intently watching when he suddenly made a beeline for her, sailing along at a speed that outdid the other skaters on the ice. 

As he moved closer she fully expected him to slow down, yet instead of decreasing his momentum, he allowed it to remain steady. Now feeling very uncertain, Claudia stood frozen and just watched, not knowing whether she should move out of the way or remain standing in the same place. She didn't have long to think, however, before Lucas was suddenly beside her, looping an arm around her waist and swooping her gracefully away from the wall. 

They moved so quickly she had no time to react, only stare wide-eyed at the expanse of ice before them. She didn't bend her legs nor move her hips, as it was clear that Lucas was fully in control, doing all the steering as they rushed along the ice. They moved so quick she could feel the wind on her face, hair tousling as they made a lap around the circular sheet of ice. 

For the second time since they'd been at the rink, she was struck with the sensation of flying. A smile broke out on her face as she marveled at the way they zoomed along, so fluid and smooth that she felt not only breathless, but also entirely without weight. To her it seemed they must have looked like a blur, gusts of cold air brushing their cheeks and leaving a slight burn. 




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 20



But Claudia loved it. So much in fact, that as Lucas began to decrease their speed, she found herself wishing they could do another lap. Still holding her tight, Lucas continually slowed down, until finally they were moving at a slow speed. Then he was leading her towards the wall, where there was an opening for skaters to exit the rink.

"That was amazing." Still glowing and tingling from the experience, Claudia looked up at Lucas, who smiled.

"I thought you might enjoy that," he said. "Really gets the blood pumping, doesn't it?"

"It does," she remarked. "And those moves you did when you were showing off your skills...they were pretty impressive."

"They weren't anything special, really."

Having reached the locker area, they both sat on a long bench, then worked at undoing their laces so they could remove the skates from their feet. 

Actually they were," Claudia responded. "You moved so gracefully. It was kind of like watching one of those Olympic skaters."

"Except I didn't do any jumps or spins," he replied. "You know, the really fancy stuff."

"Still it was impressive."

Gleaming at her compliment, Lucas retrieved their shoes from the locker, but instead of allowing Claudia to put her own footwear on, he lifted her foot to his lap, then got started at putting on her boots.

"Wow, first class treatment." Claudia watched as he gently handled her foot, easing it into her fur lined boots before lacing them all the way up.

"You don't mind, do you?" Now putting her second shoe on, Lucas cupped her heel in his palm, keeping it steady as he put on the boot. 

"Not at all." She couldn't get over how large his hands were, so sturdy and manly looking as they secured her boot laces. 

"Good," he said. "Because I like doing little things like this for you, sorta makes me feel like I'm pampering you."

"You are," Claudia said as he lowered her left foot from his lap. "And I appreciate it, Lucas. It's very sweet."

He stood to his feet then, and as Claudia did too they strolled out into the main area, checking out a huge Christmas tree that was adorned with a multitude of glimmering ornaments. The walls were adorned with white twinkling lights, setting the mood for a festive holiday atmosphere. 

There was also a large fountain that lit up with a variety of brilliant neon colors, and as Claudia and Lucas stopped to admire it, she focused on the acrobatic-like movement as the jets of water rose and fell. But soon her attention shifted, as Lucas took her hand into his, linking his fingers tenderly with her own.

"Is this okay?" He asked, the look on his face seeming to be one of hope.

"Yes," she replied, and lightly smiled to assure that it was.

Unhurried, they enjoyed the fountain for a few more moments, then made their way to the concession stand for some hot chocolate. Once procuring the hot beverage they relaxed at one of the tables, sitting side by side and sharing the warmth of their bodies. Steamy hot and with tons of whipped cream, it went down smooth as they sipped it. They didn't exchange any words, just sat comfortably in contented silence. But after a bit of time had passed, Claudia felt Lucas loop an arm around her waist. Turning her head to look at him, Claudia noticed him focus on her eyes. But then his gaze lowered to her nose, and that was when he began to quietly chuckle. 

"What?" Claudia asked.

"Your nose." 

"What about it?"

"You've got whipped cream on it." He brushed a thumb against the dainty tip, removing the white dot before licking it from his finger. "Mmmm. Tastes like Claudia."

Broadly smiling, she snuggled against him, resting her head against one of his broad shoulders. Beyond tranquil, she was glad she had accepted the offer to be taken out, as it felt good to be carefree and enjoying herself. 

It seemed that guilt wanted to wrestle its way in, to make her feel bad about being out with Lucas and allowing the intimacy between them to build, but tonight she wasn't going to let it, because she deserved a bit of gratification. As far as she was concerned, everything was presently alright, and feeling his arms tighten around her, melded further into his warmth. 

* * * * 

It was after eleven p.m. when Lucas arrived home, entering the house and heading for the kitchen where the scent of food was luring him. Seeing that his mother had prepared frybread and deer stew, he procured a plate from the cabinet, then served a generous portion before eating at the counter. Having loaded the stew on top of the deep-fried dough, Lucas bent it like a taco, then took a huge bite that reduced it in half. 

Rich with a flavor only his mother could create, the stew and frybread went perfectly together, warming his tummy and pleasing his tastebuds. In less than two minutes he'd consumed the entire portion, and after washing it down with a glass of coke, headed for his bedroom in the rear of the house.

It was with great reluctance that he even entered, as ever since the night that Claudia had been raped, he'd slept in the guest house out back. But every now and again he needed to pick up a few items, such as books or items of clothing that he still had yet to move out. 

Now standing in his bedroom with a serious expression, Lucas gazed at the empty bedframe where a mattress once was, a mattress where Claudia had been raped on Halloween, but was now nothing more than ashes in the wind. 

Having burned it the very same night of her sexual assault, that mattress was no longer a physical object, and yet Lucas could remember the drops of blood that had stained it, the blood which had come from Claudia's body as a result of the attack. 

Two months had passed since the rape had happened, and yet he still felt a chill creep up his neck. Just knowing that she'd suffered so terribly in his bedroom was enough to put him off, so ever since that night had taken place, he'd been sleeping in the guest room behind the main house. Sure he'd saged, and burned sweet grass, and said prayers to banish the negative energy, but he still couldn't stomach the idea of actually sleeping in the bedroom. 

The memories were still too sharp, and the emotions he'd felt that night were still locked deep inside him, dormant but ready to be released by the slightest trigger. 

Not wanting any disturbing visualizations to pop up, Lucas lowered himself to his knees, then reached beneath the bed to procure what he needed. It was at that very moment, however, that an object on the carpet caught his eye. 

Realizing it was a matchbook, he reached out to pick it up. With an immediacy that was stunning, alarm bells went off in his head, instincts nearly screaming out that what he had found undoubtedly belonged to the rapist. Noticing that the logo on the front of the matchbook was of a pink flamingo, Lucas then turned his gaze to the printed words beneath it: FLAMINGO SHOWGIRLS. FULLY NUDE AND GIVE THE BEST SHOW IN TOWN.

Having never been to a strip club in his life, Lucas knew for damn sure that the matchbook wasn't his, and turning it around to look at the back, he saw there was something scribbled there in blue pen: ROXY. 552-0202. COME SEE ME AGAIN, STUD!

Feeling a huge sense of triumph, Lucas stood to his feet, heart pumping quickly in his chest as the adrenaline began to fill his body. This was the break he'd been waiting for, the undeniable sign which pointed to the guy who had raped Claudia. 

The address to the strip club was right on the matchbook, an hour away in a small town called Whitefish. He'd been there plenty of times before so he knew his way around, and if he got on the road immediately, he would arrive at half past midnight. No problem at all, Lucas thought while still gazing at the matchbook, as he saw that the strip club was open until two in the morning.

If luck chose to favor him, Roxy would be working tonight, and able to provide information on the scumbag who'd violated Claudia. Clearly this Roxy knew the rapist in a pretty intimate way, because her phone number was written down, so surely she would have a full description of what he looked like. 

So charged up that he unconsciously flexed his fingers, Lucas couldn't help but look forward to the moment when he and the rapist were face to face, all alone and without anyone around to break them up. 

He'd like to break the guy's face first, then move onto his arms and legs before doing some real damage. The kind that would leave the shithead immobile, and unable to do more except suck liquid from out of a straw for the rest of his life.

Eager to deliver a hell of a beating, Lucas rushed for the front door, matchbook clasped in his palm as he went outside and onto the porch. In seconds he was behind the wheel, starting up the engine and backing out of the driveway. 

Then with a harsh squeal of his tires he was quickly taking off, racing towards Whitefish to meet with a stripper called Roxy.



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 21



Gently cradling Maggie in the crook of his left arm, Tristan angled a warm bottle of formula, placing the rubber nipple against her lips. Immediately she latched on, sucking down the milk while gazing up at his face. 

Gazing right back, Tristan watched as she took in the nourishment, eyes big, bright, and wide as she intently studied her father's face. 

"Hungry, aren't you?" Lightly smirking, Tristan noticed the loud smacking noises that she was making.

As if to prove even further that she was enjoying the milk, Maggie grasped the baby bottle, her tiny, delicate fingers pressing against the glass object. Pleased that she was feeding so well, Tristan gently rocked back and forth, allowing the gliding motion of the chair to lull her into a state of contentedness. 

Holding her right up against his chest, Tristan made sure to keep steady eye contact, wanting the bond they'd been steadily building to strengthen even further. 

Deepening with every day, the love he felt for her was becoming immense, this all-consuming emotion that surpassed the strongest affection he had ever felt. Sure romantic love was a wonderful thing, but the type of love that he felt for Maggie was something on a whole other level. 

Beyond pure it was eternal, a pure happiness that fed his heart and soul, gave him a meaning beyond what he'd ever know. Simply put, Maggie was everything to him now, and he knew he would always do whatever it took to keep her safe and happy. 

With only a bit of liquid in the bottle remaining, Maggie's sucking on the nipple became less, her eagerness slowly dwindling as her lids began to draw down. Snuggling her deeper into his arms, Tristan watched as her eyes became heavier, eventually lowering down to slits before finally closing all the way. Not wanting to disturb the baby's slumber, Tristan gingerly pulled the bottle away, then placed it on the coffee table nearby.

Simply watching her now, Tristan stared at her tiny face, admiring the miniature sized nose and delicate, cupid-bow lips. She was so perfect that he couldn't stop staring, and lowering his lips to her face, placed a tiny kiss on her puffy cheek. Perhaps responding to her father's loving gesture, Maggie emitted a faint noise - one so delicate and cute that his heart went all warm with adoration. 

Still propelling the rocking chair with his feet, Tristan watched the rise and fall of his daughter's chest, her tiny grunts and moans reaching his ears as she fell into a deeper sleep. Then, the most adorable sound of all began to drift from her mouth.  

Maggie was snoring. 

Sounding to him like a gentle snuffle combined with a tiny squeak, the sound was so utterly adorable that Tristan just had to chuckle. His lips curled as he continued to listen, eyes gleaming with joy as she peacefully slept. 

Consumed with unbelievable pride, he now marveled at Maggie's existence. He still found it difficult to believe that he himself had helped to create her, that his own blood was running through her veins, that his DNA was actually inside of her teeny body. 

For the longest he had wondered what his purpose was all about, why everyone else seemed to live these lives so rich and varied, while he felt strangely awkward and almost always out of place. Things had gotten much better once he'd met Claudia, and she had enriched his life in a way that was undeniable, but now that he had Maggie, he felt less of a need to be loved in that romantic way. 

Sure he missed Claudia in a very deep way, because she was unquestionably sexy, not to mention so loving and caring towards him, but Maggie was his priority now, so sitting around pining about losing his girlfriend wouldn't be a benefit to him at all.

Tristan placed a soft, sweet kiss in the center of Maggie's forehead, and after standing to put her in the crib, pulled a tiny blanket up over her form. Staring at her for a few minutes, he admired the way she looked in her pink onesie and beanie cap. Then after getting his fill of a good, long look, Tristan reclined on the couch right next to her. 

Pulling a blanket up over his body, he soon joined his daughter in sleep. 

* * * *

Easily identified by a neon pink sign of a dancing girl, The Flamingo Club was in a seedier area of Bozeman. Housed in a white, windowless building with a large pink awning, it had the look of an establishment that was well-maintained. The parking lot only held fifteen cars, so small and cramped that Lucas had to really work at squeezing his Chevy in. 

On first stepping out of his truck and into the cold night, the sound of music blaring reached his ears. It was some trance tune, loaded with thumping beats that filled his ear drums. 

The bouncer at the door was a meaty type, reminding Lucas of Mr. Clean but with a youthful face. The look he gave Lucas was hard, one clearly meant to intimidate and instill fear, but Lucas only stared back, showing his ID before walking in. 

As soon as he bypassed the double pink doors he was hit with a wave of music, so loud and boisterous it could be physically felt. The interior was dimly lit, with pink lights built into the floor and leading the way into a large, open room. Circular tables covered the shiny black tile, while high-back leather couches were situated against mirrored walls.

Shifting his attention to the stage, Lucas noticed a sensuous brunette in a hot pink fishnet dress. Slinkily and with undeniable skill, she slid down the pole to kneel on stage, then crawled on all fours towards the men in the front row. 

Hooting and hollering in response, many of the guys immediately reacted, some throwing dollar bills at her while others sat transfixed at her voluptuous form. Lucas, however, was shifting his eyes all around the club, trying to determine how he would find the particular stripper that he wanted. 

Spotting a neon-lit bar in the very back, Lucas took off towards it, walking with quick, purposeful steps as he passed several scantily clad waitresses. As the bartender saw him coming she offered a smile and leaned against the counter, which in turn made her ample bosom nearly spill out of her V-neck top. 

Ordinarily Lucas would have taken a nice, long look, or even flirted right back in hopes of getting some action. But tonight he was on a mission for Claudia, so his overactive libido would just have to take a backseat. 

"Hi." As he came even closer the female bartender's eyes lit up, gaze taking in his impressive height before studying his well-proportioned features. 

"Hello." Now standing right in front of her, Lucas kept his eyes squarely on her face. "I'm looking for this girl named Roxy. Is she by any chance working tonight?"

"Yeah, Roxy's here. She's upstairs with a customer right now, but should be out in just a few minutes."

"Okay." Leaning against the counter, Lucas took a moment to eye the various patrons in the club. 

"If you'd like something to drink while waiting for Roxy I'll prepare it," the bartender said. "Can't pour you any alcohol though, unless you show me proof that you're eighteen."

"Nothing to drink for me, thanks," Lucas said, and his gaze immediately shifted back to the customers who were sitting on the floor.

"So if you don't mind me asking, what's the deal with you and Roxy?" Still leaning against the counter, the female bartender wore an inquisitive look. "She a favorite of yours, or do you know her in a personal way?"

"I don't know her at all," Lucas replied. "She was recommended to me by a friend, so I thought I'd stop by and check her out in person."

"Which friend?" She curiously asked.

"Just someone I know." Not liking her nosiness, Lucas purposely kept his eyes focused on the stage.

"Okay." Seeming to accept that he didn't feel like talking, she grabbed a rag, then wiped down the jet black counter that ran the length of the neon-lit bar. 

As Lucas waited for Roxy to appear, he watched the various people that surrounded him, noting how the clientele was a mixture of all types. While some of the patrons were men dressed in suits, others were college-aged guys, the rowdy type who cat-called and hooted at every stripper. There were even a few couples at some of the tables, laughing and talking as they ogled the dancers together.

As a few minutes turned into ten, Lucas decided it would be best to take a seat. He didn't want to draw too much attention to himself, just in case somebody was watching and started to get curious about his presence. 

Spotting an empty table in the back of the club, Lucas started towards it. Upon reaching it, he had a seat in one of the red leather chairs, then sat back and waited for the appearance of Roxy. 

Thick with stale smoke and the smell of cheap perfume, the club had a vibe that was slightly gritty, yet laid back enough for him not to be on edge. Although relatively small it was packed with strippers, some dancing on stage in pairs while others grinded against customers on the couches. 

A few were even taking some of the customers to a second level, and figuring it was some kind of VIP area, Lucas focused his gaze on the stairs which led up to it. His attention rapidly shifted, however, as he noticed someone heading his way.

Dressed in only a g-string and heart-shaped pasties, the dancer who approached had a Brigitte Bardot bouffant. Deep auburn in color, it contrasted her milky white skin beautifully. Her heels were dizzyingly high, making her already long legs stand out and really capture the eye, and as she came closer to where Lucas sat, he knew for sure that she had to be Roxy. 

Undeniably seductive, she moved at a slow, slinky pace, allowing him to get a real good look at her body. But just as his libido began to rear its ugly head, Lucas pushed it back down so it was smothered.

"Heard you were looking for me." Now standing right in front of Lucas, she gazed down at him with bright green eyes. 

"You Roxy?" Lucas asked.

"Of course. Who else would I be?" A gentle smile touched her bright pink lips. "So, what can I do for you tonight, stud?"

Reaching into the pocket of his flannel jacket, Lucas retrieved the matchbook he'd brought along, holding it up for Roxy to see.

"You gave this to a guy some months ago, most likely back in October. Tell me who he is, and It'd be a real big help."

Taking the matchbook from his hand, Roxy had a closer look. "Well I don't give my number out to a whole lotta guys, so I definitely could narrow it down to just two."

With an inquisitiveness Lucas stared at her, impatiently waiting for her to spill the beans.

"But before I tell you anything, I gotta know the reason behind it. I don't wanna be involved in anything shady, you know?"

"You won't be involved at all," Lucas promised. "I just need a name and a physical description. That's it, you've got my word."

Watching him with her brilliant green eyes, Roxy seemed to be thinking over whether or not she wanted to tell. Biting her lower lip she stalled for time, lowering her eyes to Lucas's clothing before lifting them slowly back up to his face. By this time, however, Lucas had grown impatient, annoyance in his features as he stared her down.

"Buy a lap dance and I'll tell you anything you want," Roxy said.

"How about I just give you the money?"

"You don't want a lap dance?"

"No time for one," he said. "I'm just here to gather some quick information."

Leaning over Lucas, she rested one hand against the back of his chair. She then angled her body so that her breasts nearly touched his face, and unable to do more except look at the heart-shaped pasties on her nipples, Lucas rapidly blinked to break the spell. Yet clearly wanting to maintain full control, Roxy reached out to touch his thigh, caressing her palm up and down the length of it. 

"Never had a guy turn down a lap dance before."

"I told you, I don't have the time," he quickly responded. 

"So make time." Now lowering her face so it was in front of his, she parted her lips in a seductive way.

Undeniably tempted, Lucas felt his crotch go warm as blood rushed into it. The young, horny, and male part of him was shouting yes, that a short lap dance would do no harm against his cause. But deep down inside he knew better than to give in, and reminding himself that Claudia's rapist was roaming free, mustered all of his willpower to just say no.

"Look, this is serious, alright?" His brows were furrowing, hand reaching down to remove her palm from his thigh. "One of the guys you gave this matchbook to is responsible for a rape. It happened back in October, on Halloween night, so I really need to know who he is." 

"He raped someone?"

Lucas nodded.

"Who?"

"A good friend of mine. And she's real special to me, so I'm not leaving here without some answers."

"Well shit, sorry to hear that." Taking a seat beside him, Roxy gave him a serious look. "I had no idea that the guy was a rapist."

"So you know which one he is, then..."

"What do you mean?" She lightly frowned.

"You told me you'd given your number to two guys. So you can narrow it down to only one, correct?"

With a shake of her head, she confirmed his question. 

"Great. So which one is he?"

"Well one of them was young, twenty-one years old, and from the reservation. The other was a white guy in his fifties, and in a wheelchair, so I doubt he'd have the ability to rape anyone."

"The guy who is twenty-one, what's his name and physical description?"

"The name he gave me was Jesse. He's around six foot with short black hair, and has a tattoo on his left bicep."

"What's it of?" Lucas asked. 

"Gemini symbol with skulls."

"Anything else that stood out to you? Identifying birthmarks, body type, any scars?"

"Well you can tell he works out, so I guess you could say he's kinda muscular. He also has a birthmark on his back," Roxy replied. 

"Is it square shaped?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. But how did you know? I thought he was a stranger to you."

"He is," Lucas said, but not wanting to elaborate on what Tristan had told him, Lucas continued on with another question. "So I'm guessing he's a regular here."

"Friday nights mostly, but every now and again he'll show up on a Saturday."

"Any idea if he'll show up tonight?"

"Nope, he's working at the casino."

"Which one?" Lucas asked. 

"I don't know," she responded. "Whichever one the Blackfeet tribe owns." 

"That would be Glacier Peaks." Lucas's tone had gone deeper, eyes becoming hard as he flexed his jaw. "You wouldn't happen to know what kind of car he drives, would you?"

"Yeah, a black SUV. I know because he took he took me for a ride in it a few times. Real nice car, too. A Lincoln Navigator, I think."

"Alright, well thanks. This info really helps a lot."

"No problem," Roxy replied, but as Lucas shifted his weight to get out of the chair, she rested a palm against his shoulder.

"You're kinda young, but real cute. I don't usually give my number out to random guys, but I think we could have some fun together. Outside of the club, of course."

"Didn't you give your number to Jesse as well?" Lucas asked. "You know, the shithead who raped my friend?" 

"I want to give you my *real* number," she said. "That one I gave Jesse was a business line, something I use just to make customers feel special, like they're making a true connection.

"Thanks, but I'll pass," Lucas said. "There's this girl I'm really into, so I'm not looking to hook up with anyone else."

"Is she the one who was raped?"

He nodded.

"Well she's lucky to have you on her side." Standing to her feet, she sexily posed, showing off her long, toned legs. "Good luck, I hope you find him."

"Oh I will," Lucas firmly said, and after rising to his feet he walked swiftly away from Roxy, headed straight for the doors which led outside.

Now that he had a name as well as a description of the rapist, Lucas eagerly headed for his truck, steps sure and heavy as he walked across the pavement. 

Bitterly cold, the wind nipped at his skin, enveloping his body in the frigid temperature. But the adrenaline coursing through his body was all that he felt, and like a hunter after prey, he was already strategizing. 

If anything was for certain, it was that a serious beating would be delivered. Then after he'd rendered the rapist incapacitated, he would notify the cops and get him arrested. From what he knew about rape laws, no physical evidence was even needed. Just a victim's report alone was enough, so he knew it wouldn't be very difficult. All they would need to do was match his DNA to the rape kit, and once that was done, he'd finally be behind bars.

Eager to make the capture, Lucas climbed behind the wheel of his Chevy truck, revving the engine lightly to warm it up. All he could think of now was the name Jesse, and the visual picture of the name that Roxy had given him. 

Then suddenly it occurred to him that Tristan should know he was tracking the rapist, just to give him peace of mind that justice for Claudia would soon be had. 

Retrieving his mobile from his pocket, Lucas keyed in a quick message, fingers flying across the touch screen as he created this brief text:

*The piece of shit has been FOUND. Update coming soon, so keep your phone handy.*

Tossing the phone aside, he threw the truck into gear, then backed out of the gravel lined parking lot. Like a bull waiting to charge out of the gate, he was amped and ready to go. So was his aged pickup, a modern-day pony that raced off into the darkness.

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The casino air was thick with cigar and cigarette smoke, the scent of cologne, food, and metal coins all mingling together as one. Walking across the boldly patterned carpet, Lucas headed further into the casino, maneuvering through a maze of slot machines that seductively glowed as he passed by. 

Lights flashed and bells rang on some slot machine further away, followed by the unmistakable clink of coins being dispersed to the winner. 

With so much blinking glitz all around him, he didn't know quite where to focus his eyes. A flurry of activity, the casino was his idea of a nightmare, epileptic triggers facing him everywhere that he turned. So instead of paying attention to the slot machines, he only focused straight ahead, heading for a lounge area where a number of people were relaxing in chairs.

Noticing there were waitresses walking around taking orders, he figured the best plan would be to appear nonchalant. So seating himself in one of the beige, cushy chairs, he patiently waited to be approached. It wasn't long before a beautiful Native waitress strutted over towards him, scantily clad in a very short, very tight and sexy uniform. 

Flashing her teeth at Lucas, she came to a stop in front of him, pad already in hand and pen poised to take his order.

"What can I get for you?" She asked.

"No drink for me," he responded. "I'm just here waiting for a bit. My friend works here, so I'm hoping he's around."

"Well if you give me his name, I might be able to help you out."

"Jesse."

"I know two of them," she replied. "Jesse Nighthorse or Jesse Farmer?"

Stumped, Lucas took a minute to answer. "Not sure of his last name. Just met the guy a couple of weeks ago. He drives a real nice black SUV though, if that matters."

"Oh..." Now eyeing him suspiciously, the waitress seemed to mull over her next words. "So you're one of his *friends*, huh?"

"Yep." Although starting to feel nervous Lucas remained cool on the outside, his eyes not straying even a second from hers.

"Well if you came to meet with Nighthorse, then I'm guessing you're here to pick up those tickets."

"Uh, yeah..." 

"Then why are you waiting inside?" Furrowing her brows, she gave him a 'what the fuck' expression.

"I don't know," Lucas replied. "Guess I figured It'd be the best way to find out where he was."




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 21



"Well It's also a great way to get busted." Now talking in a whispery voice, she leaned down closer so that their words were only heard by them. "You do realize they have surveillance in here."

"Yeah..." Even from the corner of his eyes, Lucas could see the domed cameras in the ceiling. 

"Then go out back, where everyone else does." Her voice was still a whisper, just barely loud enough for even Lucas to make out.

"Out back?"

Rolling her eyes, she leaned over so that her lips were right next to his ear, palm resting on his shoulder as she did it.

"The employee parking lot," she firmly said into his ear. "It's where all the deals go down, so meet him back there when he gets off in fifteen minutes."

With a nod of his head Lucas watched as she pulled away, straightening to her full height before fakely scribbling some words across her pad. 

"So I'll get that drink for you, then. Anything else you'll be needing tonight, or is that it?"

"That's it," Lucas replied. "Thanks a lot for the drink though, I appreciate it."

"Uh-huh." She gave him a smile but instead of heading off she stayed put, eyeing him with a very intent expression. "That drink's gonna cost you, hon. You do understand that, right?"

"Oh, right..." Retrieving his wallet, he pulled out a ten dollar bill, but on handing it over to the waitress she lifted her brows and kept her hand extended.

"Seriously?" Lucas asked while placing an additional ten into her hand, and as she folded the currency and tucked it into her cleavage, she offered him a crooked smile.

"Info doesn't come free around here. Neither do closed lips so as far as I'm concerned, you're getting off cheap."

"Fair enough," Lucas replied. "I really do thank you for the info."

"Not a problem." She tucked her pen behind her ear before saying, "You have a good night, cutie."

As soon as she was gone Lucas was on his feet, heading for the casino entrance where he'd come in. Soon he was back out in the December cold, walking briskly to his car in the parking lot. Remembering that the waitress had told him to meet Jesse in the back, Lucas drove around to the employee area, where he immediately scoped the cars out. 

It didn't take long before he spotted a shiny black SUV, definitely a Lincoln Navigator, and brand new from the looks of it. 

Wanting to remain as hidden as he possibly could, Lucas slipped his pickup into a space just a row behind, then cut off his lights and killed the engine. With impatience he waited for Jesse to appear, indulging in violent fantasies to help pass the minutes that crawled by. 

It took some time before anyone came into view, but as the outline of a figure came into Lucas's focus, he straightened in his seat. Definitely that of a man, the figure strolled at a casual pace, heading straight for the black SUV that Lucas knew belonged to Jesse. 

The car unlocked with a beeping noise as the figure approached it, followed by the jingling of keys as he reached the driver's side door. With gaze intently focused, Lucas watched as the tall individual got into the vehicle. The engine started up, headlights flicking on before he took off, driving out of the parking space and towards the exit which led onto the street.

Not wanting to lose sight of the SUV, Lucas started his car up too. He didn't drive too fast, however, because distance needed to be kept. So covertly, and with the discreteness necessary to tail a car unobserved, Lucas followed the Lincoln Navigator. 

Since the casino was in close proximity to the highway, it didn't take long before the road merged onto it, taking both the SUV and Lucas's car onto the interstate. 

Without a clue as to where Jesse was heading, Lucas could only hope that it wasn't too far away, as he had far less than half a tank of gas. While following the Lincoln Navigator had been simple on the street, it was much more challenging to effectively do it on the highway. Lucas's old Chevy, which was 70's era and faded from age, struggled to keep up with the new SUV. 

It certainly didn't help that Jesse drove erratically either, changing lanes at a whim and speeding up when the mood struck him. 

He hadn't ever followed anyone before, so Lucas found it a chore to maintain a discreet distance, yet at the very same time keep moving at such a fast pace. As fifteen minutes turned into half an hour, Lucas realized it was after two a.m., and wondering where the rapist could be headed at such an hour, eyed the green highways signs. 

Rather than traveling towards the rez, they were heading directly away from it, and in the direction which would land them in Canada. 

Blowing out a hot, frustrated breath, Lucas glanced at the fuel gauge. Not only did he not have enough gas to reach Canada, but it was entirely questionable whether he would even get halfway. It wasn't until they were an hour into the drive that the Lincoln Navigator slowed down, heading for the off ramp and onto a street that was eerily desolate. 

Noting how still everything felt, Lucas couldn't help wondering what town it was. Then he saw the sign, faded and retro looking, as if it'd been erected in the 1950's: 

WELCOME TO HOBSON. THE BIGGEST LITTLE CITY ON EARTH. POP 150

Eerily quiet and old-fashioned in feeling, Lucas noticed that it had a strange vibe. Clearly stuck in time, the street he was traveling along had an old time movie theatre, complete with a marquee, which had tiny light bulbs that flickered in and out. Further down there was a post office, so small it resembled hardly more than a shack. 

Feeling as if he'd stepped into another timeline, Lucas began to wonder what the hell Jesse was even doing here. There weren't any bars around, no convenience stores or anything else that even hinted at entertainment, so what was a twenty-one year old doing in such a nowhere place? 

With the road so rural and entirely void of traffic, Lucas allowed his Chevy to crawl, going along at such a slow pace that he was barely hitting fifteen miles an hour. 

It was a tricky thing, remaining invisible, while following a car down a desolate street. That was why he'd turned his headlights off after exiting the highway, and with only the moonlight and occasional streetlight to illuminate his path, Lucas creeped along in the inky darkness. 

A few brick buildings were scattered here and there, of which their purpose was entirely unknown to Lucas, but as the road curved and turned into an even more desolate area, Lucas's gaze went sharp, intently focusing on the SUV. Now traveling along a set of railroad tracks, he allowed the rapist to continue leading him. 

Then finally, an old abandoned building came into view, looming nightmarishly out of the darkness that surrounded. Even from the car, Lucas could tell it had a menacing sort of vibe, the kind that made him wonder if it carried some kind of residual energy.

It seemed like a factory of some kind, some decrepit piece of property that was crumbling its way into the earth. He didn't have to guess if this was the rapist's destination, because the SUV finally came to a stop, parking right in front of the building that was rotting away. 

Bringing his truck to a halt, Lucas waited for Jesse to exit his vehicle, watching as his tall, masculine figure disappeared into the forgotten property. After quickly driving forward and parking next to Jesse's car, Lucas cut the engine and got out. But as he stood there in the cold wind studying the huge building, it suddenly occurred to him that he didn't have a weapon. 

Fists alone won't work with a wimp like Jesse, Lucas told himself. Anyone who would rape a woman is weak, and most likely carrying something for their own protection. 

With swiftness, Lucas moved to the back of his truck, rooting through the cargo area until his palm met with steel. Cold, hard, and possessing considerable weight, the crowbar felt good and solid. He tightened his grip around it before starting towards the building, pace careful and steady, yet swift enough to convey earnestness.

Lucas entered the dilapidated factory, its empty walls bouncing back the echo of his footfalls. He listened intently and scanned the interior, a solid block of open space topped with a caved in ceiling. A few slivers of moonlight fell through the high barred windows, illuminating the multitude of objects that littered the ground. 

Planks of wood lay atop smelly piles of trash, abandoned shopping carts left to rust amid the filth. Noticing a burned coyote skeleton, Lucas stepped around it, maneuvering his feet in such a way to circumvent a lead pipe. Then suddenly he came to a full stop, ears perking at the sound of something or someone shifting in the darkness. 

"Come on out, shithead," Lucas demanded in a deep, firm voice. "Show yourself now, or I will come after you." 

Alert and ready, his eyes darted around the abandoned factory. All he saw, however, was an unsettling darkness and graffiti covered walls. Then suddenly there was movement, inspiring Lucas to shift his stance. 

Grasping the crowbar in his fist, he watched as a figure headed towards him, moving at a slow yet steady pace that made Lucas root firmer to the spot. 

"You'll come after me, huh?" Stepping out of the shadows, Jesse's face was revealed, eyes menacing and dark, completely soulless and without compassion. "Well you followed me all the way from the casino, so I guess you've got me caught."

"So you admit it, then." Lucas's jaw pulled tight. "You know exactly why I'm here."

"To die..." His tone was murderous, fists clenching as he stopped right in front of Lucas. "You wouldn't be the first person I killed, but you would definitely be the dumbest."

"If anyone dies, It'll be you," Lucas said. "I came because of Claudia. You remember her, right?"

"Doesn't ring a bell," he replied. "But then again I fuck a lot of girls, so why I would I remember some random ho?"

"You raped her. On Halloween night. Left her bleeding on my own fucking bed."

"Oh, the black bitch." He said it nonchalantly, then lightly smirked. "Yeah, I went balls deep inside her and she fuckin' loved it."

Boiling with anger, Lucas advanced on Jesse's form, arm rearing back to swing the crowbar. It sliced through the air with a whoosh, just narrowly missing Jesse's head as he ducked.

"Rapist." Lucas's teeth were bared now, veins popping out along his temple as he continued forward. 

"Yeah I raped her, so what?" Now holding a knife in his hands, Jesse bared his teeth at Lucas. "She was just a hole for me. Another worthless cunt who took a load of my cum."

Growling, Lucas swung the crowbar again, aiming quick and with acceleration for Jesse's kneecaps. But Jesse sidestepped, evading the attack with cat-like speed. 

"I deep-dicked her real good," Jesse said with a smirk. "She cried while I did it. But I liked that. A lot."

Like liquid heat through Lucas's blood, his adrenaline peaked. Wildly swinging the crowbar, he slammed it into Jesse's left shoulder. A second swing followed, this time connecting with Jesse's jaw, and at the sickening crack of something being dislodged, Lucas's heart thumped joyously. 

Momentarily dazed, Jesse spit out a mouthful of blood, then ran his tongue along the inside of one cheek.

Tooth knocked loose, Lucas thought. No doubt about it. 

Glaring murderously at Lucas, Jesse charged right for him, blade poised and ready in his palm. This wasn't some simple little switchblade, however, but a wicked looking Bowie knife. 

Just narrowly Lucas dodged it, but the next attack was just as fast as the previous. Viciously sharp the blade sliced through Lucas's jacket, exposing the fleece that served as insulation. 

Lucas swung his crowbar wildly, connecting savagely with Jesse's chest. The force of it caused Jesse to stumble, back hitting a wall that was made of brick. Lucas was on him in an instant, pressing the crowbar against his neck. 

Now pinned to the wall Jesse struggled against Lucas, doing his best to escape. But Lucas's grip was firm, unrelenting as the pressure steadily increased. 

Struggling for breath, Jesse gave a strangled cough, gasping and groaning as he was choked. Gratified by the way his eyes were beginning to bug out, Lucas only furthered the pressure. 

Sneering in protest, Jesse shot him a death glare, so fiery hot it could be felt. Then suddenly Lucas yelped, and the crowbar fell from his hands. 

He barely had time to look down before he saw the knife, buried in his left thigh at a crooked angle. Searing pain was all he could focus on now, so white hot that he gritted his teeth. With Lucas injured, Jesse now had the upper hand, grabbing the crowbar that Lucas had dropped. 

Slamming it hard into Lucas's side, Jesse rammed the curved end into his ribs. The pain was explosive, causing Lucas's knees to nearly buckle, but he didn't have time to fully process what was happening before the crowbar smashed hard into his back. 

The sound of agony that followed echoed off the brick walls, pain shooting sharp up Lucas's spine. He hit the ground hard, teeth gritting in pain as he struggled to recover. But suddenly a boot was against his throat, pressing wickedly to keep him down. All he knew now was incredible pain, stunningly keen and unrelenting. 

The knife in his thigh was suddenly insignificant, only a mere and slight discomfort. Snarling, Jesse crushed his boot onto Lucas's throat, steadily constricting his Adam's Apple for ten torturous seconds. Even at the sound of Lucas's pain-filled gasp, Jesse's boot pressed harder, lips curling at the way his adversary suffered. 

Lucas couldn't see much of anything now - just blackness with a burst of bright lights. Then suddenly the pressure on his throat was finally lessened, boot sliding off so he could once again breathe. 

The gulp of air Lucas took was huge and heaving, chest rising and falling with every breath. He wheezed, then harshly coughed before attempting to rise, but Jesse kicked him hard in the side.

"Had enough yet?" Jesse asked as he gazed down at Lucas, eyes dark and glaring with a visible cruelness.

Unable to speak due to his injured throat, Lucas could only glare, nails digging into the filthy ground below. 

"Cat got your tongue, I guess..." Still holding the crowbar he threw it aside, then knelt down before Lucas with a little smirk.

Still impaled with the Bowie knife, Lucas's thigh caught the attention of Jesse, who ruthlessly pulled it out before lifting it to Lucas's face.

"Maybe that's a good idea, huh?" The tip of the knife was now pointing towards Lucas's lips. "I could cut off your tongue, make you a mute just like the deaf boy."

Lucas's eyes went round and wide. 

"Yeah, the dumb, deaf kid," Jesse coldly reiterated. "The one you hang out with on the rez."

Nostrils flaring, Lucas suddenly found his voice. "Touch him and you're fucking dead."

"Well supposedly you came here to kill me because of Claudia...but that hasn't gone very well, right? So I'd say chances are pretty lousy getting revenge for deafie."

"I didn't come to kill, I came to capture your sorry ass...take you back to the rez so they can put you in prison."

"My uncle works for tribal police," Jesse stated. "No way are they gonna arrest me with him on the force."

"Oh they'll nail you," Lucas assured him. "Claudia had a rape kit done so you'll be definitely be charged."

"Naw." He shook his head. "Evidence will go missing, and without any proof they can't possibly charge me."

Narrowing his eyes, Lucas glared up at Jesse. "You really are a piece of shit."

A dark chuckle fled Jesse's lips, fist holding the knife tighter as he stared down at Lucas's face. Six inches in length, the blade glinted proudly in the darkness, reflecting the moonlight that fell across them. 

Rain trickled through the gaping holes in the roof, wetting their hair and soaking through their clothes. But Lucas was only focused on Jesse's horrible, sneering face, eyes cold and disturbingly flat. There wasn't a hint of softness there, only complete deadness that brought Lucas a chill. And that was when he knew he had to act in a very fast way.

His hands were clawing at the ground now, searching for a weapon of any kind. His hand found a brick and suddenly his arm was moving upward, brick smashing into the side of Jesse's head. It crumbled upon impact, casing Jesse to be momentarily stunned. 

Not wasting a moment Lucas punched Jesse in the face, then scrambled to his feet with lightning quickness. Before Jesse could recover Lucas kicked him in the stomach, nailing him right in the gut with the steel toe of his boot. A stunning kick beneath the chin was next, knocking Jesse backwards from the force of it. 

Rejoicing internally, Lucas kicked him again, foot repeatedly connecting with Jesse's ribs. A horrible cracking sound could be heard as a bone broke, which in turn caused Lucas to feel satisfaction. Groaning in pain, Jesse rolled away from the attack, but Lucas was determined to do more damage. 

The next attack came to Jesse's head, two forceful blows that made him cry out. First in the skull, then in the face, turning Jesse's nose into a bloodied mess. A kick to the back came next, followed by a hard stomp to the gut. But Lucas wasn't done yet, and his boot bore down on Jesse's mouth. 

Snowplowing right through two of Jesse's front teeth, it shattered them effortlessly. Now wheezing from the forceful blows Lucas had given him, Jesse struggled to edge away. But Lucas was now charged up, wanting more blood and suffering, and to hear Jesse beg for his life. 

*Pathetic piece of shit*, Lucas heatedly thought. *He'd raped Claudia and now he was going to pay.*

His blood boiled as he glared at Jesse, and for a moment he seriously considered doing vicious, something that would quickly and mercilessly bring Jesse's life to an end. He could go for the head and split it open, let the asshole's brains and blood spray all over the place. Or he could break both the fucker's kneecaps, then leave him to die in the freezing cold of the abandoned factory. 

Either option was a good one, but in his heart Lucas knew that he could never go through with it. He just simply wasn't a murderer, so taking a life wasn't going to happen. 

Retrieving a zip tie from his pocket, Lucas lowered himself beside Jesse's form. He quickly bound Jesse's ankles together, then pulled at the bind to make sure it was secure. With one zip tie left he began to bind Jesse's wrists, but then suddenly a loud, raspy noise could be heard from Jessie's chest. 

Both disturbed and curious, Lucas noticed it sounded like a sort of a wheeze, as if Jesse were struggling to bring up mucus. 

But on maneuvering his head so that his face was fully visible, Jesse displayed a wide and macabre grin. Bloodied and missing his two front teeth, his mouth was a horrifying, gushing mess. But it wasn't the blood that sent a chill up Lucas's spine, yet rather the way that Jesse was smiling. 

*What the hell is he smiling about?* Lucas angrily wondered. *I literally kicked the shit out his punk ass, and he still has the gall to smile in my face?*

Then suddenly it occurred to Lucas that Jesse wasn't looking at him, but rather behind, as if someone else was in their presence. 

Eeerily silent in the decaying factory, Lucas couldn't hear a thing. But he certainly felt something now, stalking and hiding in the surrounding darkness. Pivoting his head, Lucas looked behind him. 

At first it was just a dark outline, carrying energy that was menacing and just as evil as Jesse's. But as the outline stepped into a beam of moonlight filtering through the roof, Lucas finally saw who was standing before him. 

Stunned, he blinked once and then twice, before checking to make sure that Jesse was still zip-tied and on the ground. 




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He was.

Glancing once again at the man behind him, Lucas saw he was now walking forward. And as it fully registered that he was staring at Jesse's doppelganger, Lucas's blood ran cold in his veins.

*Twins. They're fucking twins.*

Wearing boots that were hard and heavy, the duplicate stalked closer, fingers flexing in preparation before balling into fists. Now a looming shadow, Jesse's twin hovered menacingly over Lucas's kneeled form. 

And that was when everything went to complete and utter shit.



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 22



The fist looped down towards Lucas's face, shredding his lower lip and releasing blood. Stunned from the force of it, he fell flat on his back, grunting in pain as he landed on something sharp. He barely had time to realize it was shards of glass before the fist barreled down again, smashing into his nose with frightening strength. 

He saw stars and his consciousness started to diffuse, drifting off into some unknown place. But giving in wasn't an option, so he fought back the best that he could. As the fist came down again Lucas blocked it, then rolled from beneath his opponent's body.

He was on his feet in seconds but Jesse's twin wasn't slowing down, only rearing up for another attack. Making use of the adrenaline that was running through his body Lucas tackled him to the ground, bloodying his nose with a few hard punches. 

For a couple of hopeful moments he actually thought he might win, but then Jesse's twin grabbed Lucas by the neck, squeezing so fiercely that his eyes bugged out. Gasping for air Lucas lashed out with punches, but they were weak and hardly possessed any force at all. 

Then suddenly Lucas's thumbs found his opponent's eyes, digging into them with a vicious fierceness. A cry of agony could be heard as Jesse's twin felt the pain, but Lucas didn't let up for even a minute. 

Something shifted, then popped beneath Lucas's thumbs, followed by an immensely painful scream. Rejoicing internally, Lucas dug his thumbs in even deeper, until blood began to seep from his opponent's eyes. 

With Jesse's twin temporarily disabled, Lucas had the chance to scramble off him, creating distance as he backed away. But then suddenly he felt a sensation so horrible, so fiercely agonizing that it made him cry out.

Stunningly intense, it felt as if he'd been hit with a thousand volts, every one of his muscles clamping up, body jittering as his teeth clenched tightly together. The pain was so bad that he couldn't even breathe, but as the horrible crackling sound finally stopped, he heard a laughter that was cruelly sadistic. 

Like a rag doll without any stuffing Lucas found himself limp, body laying in a heap as he struggled to recover. He was still trying to regain his breath when he heard footsteps approach, crunching leaves and debris as they travelled closer. 

Now drawing closer to where Lucas lay immobile, the shoes on gravel came nearer. They finally stopped right beside him, and with slowness Lucas lifted his gaze. Yet rather than one face looking down at Lucas there were two, completely identical and wearing the same glare. 

Looking from one face to the other, Lucas saw that one of the twins had blood weeping from his eyes, and he instantly knew it was the twin he had just fought. Shifting his eyes to the other twin, Lucas now could be certain that it was Jesse, who was not only free of the zip ties, but holding a taser in one of his hands. 

"Hurts like a bitch, don't it?" Asked Jesse, but on lowering his gaze to Lucas's crotch, his lips pulled into a maniacal smile. "Hey Josh, check it out. This pussy peed his fuckin' pants."

Snickering, Josh glanced down, then laughed even harder at Lucas's wet crotch. "Shit, you're right. I wonder if he crapped himself, too."

"If he hasn't yet, he will soon," Jesse said before extending his hand. "Hand me the blowtorch."

Passing it over, Josh place it in Jesse's hand. 

"Burn his face off, Jesse. Make the fucker pay for almost blinding me."

As Jesse fired it up a blue flame shot out the end, possessing a malevolence that seemed to match that of the twins. Stepping closer to Lucas, Jesse waved it in front of his face, just barely missing the tip of his nose before angling it towards his eyes. 

Unable to think, Lucas's brain shut down, muscles tense and posture rigid as the flame crept closer. So intense was the heat, it seared right through his skin, making his eyes water and vision blur from the hotness. The fire's glow made Jesse's face even more demonic, features wicked and harsh as he darkly smiled. 

Tremors were going through Lucas's body, heart beating so quick it thrashed in his ears. His chest heaved up and down, as if taking on a life of its own, but it wasn't until the blowtorch singed his lashes that Lucas yelled out in terror. 

Jesse barely had time to laugh before shattering glass could be heard all around them, windows imploding on by one until the frames were all that was left. A rush of movement, more felt than seen, shifted the energy in the factory. Then with a suddenness that caught Jesse completely off guard, he was blown right off of his feet. 

As if hit by a lightning bolt he was viciously propelled backwards, slamming into a concrete pillar with frightening force. A pained groan left his mouth as he slumped to the ground, but no sooner had he blinked and offered a dazed expression, did an invisible force yank him upwards. 

Like a marionette without strings, Jesse's body was suspended in the air, legs and arms dangling helplessly in an almost comical way. 

Shocked and frightened, Josh looked from his twin and then to Lucas, who was just beginning to regain strength from the electric shocks he had received. 

Clearly freaked, Josh seemed to be wondering what was happening, but then a whip of air was felt, and he was knocked on his ass to the ground. In seconds he was scrambling back to his feet, but then a figure ventured out of the darkness, moving with a speed that seemed supernatural. 

To Lucas it seemed like just a random shape, some ambiguous figure that had come out of nowhere. But as the shape took on a discernible form, Lucas realized that it was Tristan. For a moment Josh seemed mystified but then suddenly his expression changed, turning to anger as he stared Tristan down. 

"Who the fuck are you?" Josh angrily called out, but Tristan didn't answer, only continued to move forward with quick heavy steps.

At this point Josh retrieved a gun from his waistband, pointing it towards Tristan while cocking it loudly. But the trigger was never pulled because the gun whipped out of his hand, flying yards away so that he couldn't reach it. Not wasting a second, Tristan made a rush straight for him, nostrils flaring as he launched an attack. 

As soon as they collided, the two men tumbled to the ground, fists lashing out as they struggled for dominance. Meaty thuds could be heard as they exchanged rapid blows, teeth bared and eyes wide with fury. 

Now back on his feet, Lucas watched as Tristan and Josh fought, fists smashing eyes and bloodying noses and bruising ribs as they traded blows. Lucas hadn't expected such a serious fight from someone skinny like Tristan, and amazed at how good he was with his fists, Lucas couldn't help but feel an immense respect. 

Shifting his gaze to locate the other twin, Lucas saw that Jesse was approaching, knife poised in his hand and ready to cut. Possessed by rage, he made a jab for Lucas's ribs, just barely missing by less than an inch. 

Slicing forward again, Jesse aimed for Lucas's stomach, catching the fabric of his jacket and ripping it open. Though he clearly sought to end Lucas's life, Lucas was swifter and more graceful on his feet.

Raging at his failed attempts, Jesse slashed out with his knife again, cutting into the skin just above Lucas's collarbone. Lashing out a third time, Jesse went for Lucas's neck, but Lucas sidestepped just in time to avoid it. 

As the blade came for him again, Lucas ducked and punched Jesse in the stomach, then tackled him to the ground so that the knife was forced from the grip of his hand. 

Energy exploded from Lucas's frame, fists smashing and pounding into Jesse's face. To Lucas, Jesse was merely a lump of sorry flesh, a worthless piece of shit who was parading as a human being. All the rage he'd be feeling since Claudia's rape was being released, and with every dull thud of flesh pounding flesh, Lucas felt a satisfaction that was keenly invigorating. 

Merciless and unrelenting, his fists continued to pulverize Jesse, until his face was nothing more than a broken and bloody mess. In between punches, it seemed as if Jesse was trying to speak, his mouth gurgling words as blood bubbled from between his split lips. 

Most likely the words were stop, or some other kind of begging to stave off the violent blows, but it felt too good for Lucas to relinquish his power, too wonderfully gratifying to even think about halting.

So Lucas continued to crush into Jesse's features, shattering bones as his opponent choked on his own blood. But then there was a tug on his shoulder and he was forced up and onto his feet, then led away from Jesse who lay battered on the ground. 

It took him a moment to realize it was Tristan who was holding him back, but his adrenaline was still racing, and that was all Lucas could focus on. 

Realizing that his fists were smeared with blood, Lucas gazed down at them as if they weren't his own. He then shifted his eyes to Jesse's face, which was a bloody and pulpy mess. 

As Tristan led Lucas away, he realized it was for his own good. He'd done more than enough damage to Jesse, and had been on the verge of beating him to death. But It'd felt damn good to do it, and feeling ultra-awake, he turned his gaze to Tristan. 

"How'd you know?" Still breathing heavily, Lucas's brows furrowed in puzzlement.

"Made a phone call," Tristan simply said.

"To who?" 

"A waitress at the casino..."

Still staring hard at Tristan, Lucas gave him an inquisitive look.

"You left your phone behind and she answered it. Told me you and Jesse had met in the parking lot, and from there I determined your destination."

Lucas opened his mouth but the words never left, because Tristan was speaking again in an exasperated tone. 

"Just shut up, alright? I don't feel comfortable discussing it any further."

"Alright." Lucas nodded, but his gaze remained fixed on Tristan's face. "Well for what It's worth man, I owe you my fucking life."

"You owe me nothing," Tristan said. "Just keep your mouth shut, and we'll call it even."

"Keep my mouth shut about what?" Lucas asked, but no sooner had the words left his mouth, did he suddenly understand what Tristan meant. "Right. Of course. You've got my word."

"The police are on their way," Tristan said. "I called them before I left the rez."

"What'd you tell them?"

"That I'd located a major drug stash house, and that they'd better get out here quick."

"There's drugs stashed here?" 

Tristan nodded.

"But how'd you know?"

"Gina told me."

"The casino waitress..."

Another nod from Tristan.

"Well what about Claudia being raped?" Lucas asked. "Do the police know Jesse and Josh are responsible?"

"You know how rez cops are about rape. They would have dragged their asses unless I told them about the drugs."

"You're right," Lucas replied. "That was good thinking, Tristan."

Just briefly there was silence, but it was long enough for Lucas to glance at Jesse and Josh, who were both still unconscious from the brutal beatings.

"So now what?" Lucas asked. 

"Now we wait." 

"Shouldn't we tie them up?"

"They're not going anywhere," Tristan said in a firm tone. "Even if they wake up, they won't be able to move an inch." 

"You sure about that?" Lucas asked, but as Tristan shot him a look, he decided to just keep quiet. 

It seemed that they stood there keeping watch for a long time, eyes firmly planted on each of the beat up twins. Rain fell through gaping holes in the roof above, creating puddles that bounced back moonlight. But the wetness and bitter cold didn't faze them in the slightest, as they both had endured far worse.

Not speaking a word, they stood stolidly. And instead of darkness enveloping them it seemed to now simply exist, neither threatening or encroaching as it had not long ago. 

* * * * 

It was nearly five a.m. when Lucas pulled into his driveway, cutting the headlights and rattling old engine before getting out of his truck. Instead of going up the walkway he limped right past it, heading instead for the guest house where he now resided. It seemed like a long walk and with each step he gave a pained grunt, grimacing as he struggled to keep himself steady.

Upon finally reaching the guest house he unlocked the door, then headed for the space which served as his bedroom. Too exhausted to shower he simply stripped off his clothes, collapsing on the bed with a long, deep sigh. He never got the chance to close his eyes, however, because a quick, sharp knock sounded at his door. 

Lifting his head from the pillow, Lucas rolled off the mattress, then kneeled down to retrieve the gun that was below the bed. A 12-guage shotgun, it was the rifle he had used since the age of thirteen, when his dad had given it to him on a hunting trip. 

Cocking the hammer of the shotgun, Lucas held it tightly in his hand. With slow, careful steps he crept towards the front door, gun poised and ready to shoot at a moment's notice. No sooner had he come to a stop in front of the door, did Lucas call out in a deep voice.

"Who is it?"

"It's Tristan," came the voice from beyond the door. "Open up, we need to talk."

Still holding the gun but pointing the barrel slightly down, Lucas quickly unengaged the locks. He then opened the door to reveal a serious-faced Tristan, who walked on in with a casual air.

"What's up?" Closing the door behind them, Lucas gave Tristan an inquisitive look. 

"Few things we need to speak about," Tristan replied. "One being the situation with the twins, and what you saw me do to them."

"I told you I'd keep my mouth shut," Lucas responded. "You've got my word, man."

"So you swear you won't say anything," Tristan said. "I need you to promise, because this is really important."

"Yeah, I promise." Lucas nodded to assure him. "Why would I tell anyone, when you saved my life?"

"I don't know, but I need to be certain that it doesn't get out. I have a daughter now, so I need to be as careful as possible. I don't want it drawing bad attention, you understand?"

"Tristan, I swear. You've got my word." Staring straight into his former nemesis's eyes, Lucas let it be known that the secret was safe. 

"Alright." Tristan flexed his jaw, then eased out a relieved breath. 

"So that's it, then?" Lucas asked. "You came over just to tell me that?"

"I came about Claudia, too," Tristan replied, and his gaze went hard with jealousy. 

"What about her?"

"I know you're already making your move on her, and I just want you to know that I understand."

"Okay..." Not having expected to hear those words, Lucas waited for Tristan to go on.

"She needs someone who will give her time and attention, someone who can put her first, and give her the healing that she needs."

A moment of silence passed during which Tristan swallowed a lump, voice slightly breaking as he continued on. 

"Since Maggie is my priority then I can't be the guy that she needs. But you have no responsibilities, so you're clearly the one that she would naturally pick."

Still standing silently Lucas watched as Tristan flexed his jaw, features downturned and saddened as he let out the words which needed to be said.

"I do need you to be good to her though, alright? So don't fuck up and do anything stupid. She's fragile, and needs someone solidly loyal."

"Shit, Tristan. You think I'd cheat on her?" Lucas's brows drew down in offense. "After all that she's suffered and had to deal with?"

"It's a warning, so keep it in mind," he quickly replied. "She's special to me, and I don't want her getting hurt."

"Well she's special to me, too," Lucas retorted. "So with all due respect, you just wasted your breath."

"Just remember what I said," Tristan replied. "Treat Claudia well, that's all I ask."

"You don't have to ask, It'll be done because I love her. So you can take your fucking warning and shove it up your ass."

Lifting his brows at Lucas, Tristan deepened his voice. "It wasn't a threat, Lucas. So you can calm down and fucking chill."

"You fucking chill," Lucas angrily rebutted. "I'm not some sleazy guy who just wants to use her. I care deeply for Claudia, in a way you could never understand." 

"Oh I understand," Tristan replied. "And I can tell that your feelings for her are true. But I also know your history with women, and that you've never had a solid and lasting relationship."

"Well I would have had one with Claudia if you hadn't kissed her on prom night. But I guess that slipped your mind, huh? So easy to forget when you're fucking self-righteous."

Although it was brief, Tristan's eyes narrowed to slits, body going rigid as he stared Lucas down. But then he was turning his back and walking away, hand clasping the knob as he prepared to leave. 

"Hey wait," Lucas called out before Tristan could make it out the door. "That shit you did at the abandoned factory, when you blew out all the windows and lifted Jesse off the ground..."

Turning to face Lucas, Tristan stared with a deadpan look.

"Well I'm wondering how you pulled it off. It mean it was wild, how the fuck did you do that?"

"There's a lot I can do that you would never understand, Lucas. So let's just keep it at that, alright?"

Short, simple, and to the point, Lucas got the message loud and clear.

"Yeah alright. It's cool, man. I completely get that It's private and shit."

As Tristan opened the door, a gust of wind came inside, chilling the warm interior of the cozy guest house. But the wintry air was hardly felt by Lucas, because a warmth began to spread through his heart. 

He felt a deep respect for Tristan now, a solid gratitude that hit him hard. Saying thank you didn't seem like it would be quite enough, but he still felt like vocalizing it anyways.

"Tristan?"

Turning once more to look at Lucas, Tristan gave him a straight-faced look. 

"Thanks again for helping me out. And also for being understanding about me and Claudia. I know It's not easy, considering you still love her."

"Well you're what she needs and I've accepted that," he replied. "It just is what it is, as Claudia would say."

With no more words to speak, Tristan headed out the door and walked away, figure retreating into the darkness until he gradually disappeared. Closing the door behind him, Lucas headed for his bed so he could go to sleep. And for the first time since Halloween night, he slept deeply and completely at peace. 

* * * *

Littered with dead leaves, the walkway to Tristan's house was flanked by small trees, spindly branches stretching upwards into a dull gray afternoon sky. Dressed warmly in a pair of jeans and a knitted tunic, Claudia knocked on the wreath adorned door, then patiently waited. 

The sound of footsteps approaching soon perked up her ears, followed by the door opening to reveal a smiling Winona. Just as beautiful as always, she was dressed simply in an oversized sweater and leggings, long hair loose and flowing as it fell to just above her waist.

"Claudia, It's so good to see you." Waving her in, Winona led her into the living room. "How have you been? We haven't seen you in a couple of weeks."

Taking a seat on the couch, Claudia ran her fingers through her curly hair. "I've been great, thanks. How are you and Mr. Whitefeather?"

"Oh, we've been doing just fine," Winona said. "Just wrapping the last of our gifts for Christmas."

Shifting her gaze to the tree next to the window, Claudia noticed a pile of presents piled high beneath it.

"Wow, you guys have a bunch. You must have done some serious shopping." 

"Ray loves Christmas," Winona replied. "So he tends to go all out and really spoil us."

"Sounds like Big John," Claudia replied. "I have at least five presents just from him alone, and my mom has six or seven."

"That's John for you," Winona said with a nod, but then her eyes went a little sad as she changed subjects. "We sure do miss having you around, Claudia. You should stop by sometimes, even if It's just to say hello."




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"I'll do that," she said in response, smile curling her freshly glossed lips. 

To Claudia it seemed that Winona wanted to have deeper conversation, but as Tristan strolled casually into the living room while holding Maggie, Claudia's gaze shifted to his face.

"Hey." Her eyes went warm, lips curling into a soft smile. 

"Hey back at ya," he said, taking a seat next to her on the couch. 

"Hello to you too, Maggie." Holding the baby's hand gently in her own, Claudia gave her a friendly smile. "You having some fun time with your daddy?" 

"She's pretty drowsy and needs a nap," Tristan said. "So she'll probably fall asleep in a few minutes."

As if on cue Maggie rubbed her eyes with a tiny fist, mouth opening in a small yawn as she rested her cheek on Tristan's shoulder.

"Oh my God she is way too adorable, Tristan. You seriously need to clone her, because she looks like a living doll."

"That's what people have been telling me." Smiling with pride, Tristan caressed Maggie's back. "So I'm guessing you spoke to Lucas about what went down late last night, huh?"

"Well not in person, but he did call me this morning with the update. He told me it wasn't just one guy responsible for the rape, but twins. And that you helped fight them off so they could get arrested."

"Well Lucas was the one who found Jesse in the first place, so he had a lot to do with getting him captured."

"Yeah he told me what happened with all of that, and I'm still pretty shocked he went to such lengths to catch the guy."

"I didn't see it coming either," Tristan said. "But I really wish he would've told me before he did it."

"Luckily you found him in time."

"Just barely. The guy who raped you had a blowtorch, Claude. And he was going to use it on Lucas."

"Oh my God." The mere thought alone sent chills through Claudia. "Lucas didn't mention that at all."

"Of course he didn't," Tristan said. "And he probably won't tell you a lot of other stuff that happened."

"Like what?" Feeling her stomach tighten, Claudia gazed hard at Tristan.

"Nevermind, I've already said enough. But if Lucas wants to tell, he will."

"Well thank you," Claudia said. "Not only for me, but also for Lucas. He told me that you saved his life."

"No need to give thanks. You know I'm there for you always, no matter what the situation."

"Yes, but still I thank you." 

A modest shrug lifted Tristan's shoulders. "I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I hadn't." 

Still caressing Maggie's back, Tristan slowly stood to his feet. He then walked to the crib which was next to the sofa, and with a tender gentleness that made Claudia smile, placed Maggie inside the baby bed. 

With his arms now free Claudia had the chance to finally hug him, and immediately stood up to do just that.

So overcome with gratitude Claudia rushed into his arms, nearly knocking him off balance with an enthusiastic embrace. Hugging her back, Tristan gazed down at her smaller form. 

"Thank you, Tristan." Not loosening her hold for even a minute, Claudia rested her head against his shoulder. "Now that they're finally in jail, I can feel safe again."

"Well I'm really glad I could even help out." Wrapping his arms snugly around her, Tristan lovingly held her against his body. "I mean considering I wasn't there to stop it from happening, the least I could do is to give you some peace."

"And you did that." Not wanting to let go, Claudia held on even tighter. "I can't put into words what it means to me, Tristan. So I just have to say thank you again."

"You're welcome, bunny," Tristan said in a soothing voice, and after kissing the top of her head, smoothed a palm against her tight curls. 

When they finally parted to look at each other, Claudia's eyes were wet with tears. Both relieved and happy that a stress had been lifted from her shoulders, she eased out a slow, easy breath.

"You called me bunny." Faintly smiling, she wiped a tear from her cheek.

"Yeah, it just kinda slipped out." Shifting from one foot to the other, Tristan gave her a slightly sheepish smile.

"It's okay, I don't mind. I always did like it when you called me that."

"Yeah?" Tristan smiled, then shifted his eyes to the carpet.

"So I'm glad I got a chance to say thank you," Claudia said. "And I guess we'll see each other again on Friday afternoon."

"Why? What's happening Friday?"

"Christmas, dork." Her lips curled into a faint smirk.

"Oh, right. Of course. I forgot."

"So I guess that means I didn't get a present?" 

"No way, I remembered to buy you one. I just meant that I forgot it was coming up so quickly."

"I'm only kidding," she said. "I totally don't expect you to like actually buy me a present."

"Well I totally already did," he teased. "And It's a pretty cool one, so I know you'll like it."

"Seriously?" Now feeling excited, her eyes took on a gleam. 

"Yep." Tristan nodded. 

"Well just so you know, I got you one too. And It's definitely something you're going to dig."

"Can't wait," he said, hands casually slipping into his jeans pockets.

"So I guess I'll go now." Starting for the door, Claudia walked beside him.

"You need a ride?" He asked. "Because if you do, I can take you home."

"No thanks. The weather Isn't bad, so I'll walk."

"Alright, well enjoy the rest of your day. And if you feel like texting later, send me a message."

"I'll do that," Claudia said, and after giving him a hug, stepped out onto the porch.

In seconds she was on the dirt road, a light bounce accompanying every step as she walked home. And with a warmth filling her inner spirit, she came to a sudden realization. Things weren't just okay again, they were perfectly right and at peace. 

* * * *

Snow fell lightly from the sky as Claudia exited the door, stepping out onto the porch to gaze at the car which has just pulled up. As the engine turned off doors were opened and people got out, wearing smiles that were wide and excited as they started for Claudia's house. 

Among the faces she recognized were Winona and Ray, along with Tristan, who was holding Maggie. They all had bags of gifts in their hands, and on climbing the steps to reach Claudia where she stood, everyone exchanged greetings and gave hugs.

"Good to see you, Claudia," Ray said while embracing her warmly. "And Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you too," she replied while hugging him back.

"Merry Christmas, Claudia." Next to give her a hug was Winona, who wore a cream colored dress with red belt that flattered her small figure.

"Merry Christmas." Smiling, Claudia returned the embrace.

"Hey, Claude." Giving her a warm smile, Tristan leaned in for an embrace. "It's great to see you."

"Great to see you too," Claudia replied. 

"You look nice, by the way." 

"Oh, thanks." Wearing a bell sleeved dress that was cranberry colored, Claudia played with the hem, which reached mid-thigh. "It kinda reminds me of Stevie Knicks, so that's why I wore it."

"You're into Stevie Knicks?" Brows lifting in surprise, Winona softly smiled.

"Yeah, she's one of my favorites."

"We got a couple of Stevie's records at home," Ray chimed in. "You ever wanna borrow them, let us know."

"Wish I could," Claudia said. "But unfortunately I don't have a record player."

Having stepped out onto the porch behind Claudia was Mona, who at six months pregnant was sporting a belly that strained against her maternity dress. Her face was positively glowing as she offered a smile to her newly arrived guests.

"Come on in, guys. We've got plenty of good food and drinks for everyone."

While Ray and Winona eagerly entered the house, Tristan and Claudia remained on the porch to speak in private. 

"So Shauna decided not to come, huh?" Claudia asked. 

"Yeah. She said she felt more comfortable staying at home, so she's chilling out and watching a couple of movies."

"Well just so you know, I wouldn't have minded. I mean being alone on Christmas can't be too enjoyable, you know?"

"She really didn't want to come," Tristan assured her. "She felt like it would have been awkward, and I gotta agree." 

"Okay. Well I am glad you brought Maggie along." Smiling at the baby, Claudia reached out to hold her tiny hand. 

"Of course. I couldn't leave my little noodle behind, could I?" Tristan asked. "She's a social baby, so I knew she'd enjoy coming over."

Smiling, Claudia led Tristan and Maggie inside, where festive music was playing and joyous chatter filled the room. The scent of Frankincense wafted from a fragrance diffuser, permeating the living room with its richly woody and earthy scent. 

Aglow with blinking lights the large Christmas tree added to the gaiety, piles of presents neatly stacked around it. Clearly enjoying the spirited vibe that surrounded her, Maggie's eyes darted around excitedly, taking in the various sights as she was held in Tristan's arms. 

Having spent the previous night over, Big John's mother Tina was also in attendance. It didn't take long before she got permission to hold Maggie, and on taking the eight-month-old baby into her arms, cooed and talked sweetly in a soft tone. 

Over the next half hour several more guests arrived, including coworkers from the hospital that Mona and Winona worked at. While the older adults stuck together and chatted around the table where there was food, Tristan and Claudia sat on the couch, watching TV while casually talking.

"So are Ethan and Kimi coming over?" Holding the remote in his hand, Tristan flipped from channel to channel.

"Nope," Claudia replied. "They're spending the next four days on Fort Peck rez."

"That's right. I forgot he was taking her out there to spend Christmas with his parents."

"Yeah, so they won't be back until New Year's Eve."

Nodding his head, Tristan put down the remote, then took a sip of his egg nog. Following suit, Claudia did as well. 

"So will you be back on campus in January?" Tristan asked. "Or are you planning to take a few extra months?"

"I'd prefer to return in January, but the dean thinks I should wait until the first week of March."

"Well It'll be great to have you back. It's been pretty boring not having you around to hang out with."

"The time will pass," she said to him. 

"Yeah, but not quick enough for me."

Briefly taking his hand in hers, Claudia gave it a squeeze. He squeezed back before they allowed their palms to part, eyes shifting to the TV as they enjoyed their cups of egg nog. And then, the doorbell rang. 

Noticing that Big John went off to answer it, Claudia watched as he opened the door. A few moments later, he was waving her over with a gesture of his arm. Already certain that it had to be Lucas, she rose to her feet. In seconds she was at the threshold, looking out at the porch where Lucas was waiting. 

"Hey," she softly said.

"Hi Claudia." He smiled, then handed her two prettily wrapped presents. "I just stopped off to give you these, and to say Merry Christmas."

"You're not coming in to hang out?"

"No, I think It'd be better if I didn't."

"If It's Tristan you're worried about, I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"Well we did hash things out and have a little talk the night we got Jesse and Josh arrested, but I know he's still hurting from the breakup, so I just wanna be respectful, you know?"

"That's kind of you," Claudia said. "And I appreciate you taking the time to stop by."

"Not a problem." He gave her a smile.

"I've got a present for you as well," she replied. "Just give me a minute and I'll be right back, okay?"

"Alright," Lucas said, and as Claudia turned and headed for the living room, he patiently waited at the door.

Once she returned, Claudia handed the present over, eyes going soft as she watched him accept it. 

"I hope you like it."

"I'm sure I will."

"But if you don't, there's a gift receipt."

"I trust your judgment," Lucas replied. "And you know my tastes pretty well, so I know It'll be something cool."

"Well thanks again," she said. "Both for stopping by, and for taking down those two assholes and getting them arrested."

"Tristan was a huge help," Lucas responded.

"I know, and I've given my thanks to him too. But I just had to tell you again, because you really put your life on the line to make it happen."

"I'd do it all again if I had to." 

A soft expression crossed Claudia's features at these words, and as Lucas leaned down to gently kiss her cheek, a warm flush spread beneath her brown skin.

"I'll give you a call later, okay?"

"Alright," she said with a light nod, and as he turned and headed down the porch steps, her eyes kept watch on his retreating form. 

Lucas winked at Claudia before getting into his old pickup, and after starting the engine and backing out of the driveway, he gave a honk, then took off down the street. Turning to go back inside, Claudia shut the door behind her, but only made it so far as the dining room table before Maggie crawled up and halted at her feet. 

Bending down to the baby girl's level, Claudia smoothed a palm over her hair. Remarkably silky, it reminded Claudia of satin, and her lips curled into a gentle smile.

"She wants you to pick her," Tristan while slowly approaching, and as Claudia gazed up at him, he nodded his head. "Go ahead, she'll like it."

Not having ever held Maggie before, Claudia was reluctant to actually go for it. But on reaching out to lift up the adorable tyke, she found her apprehension melting away. Almost immediately, Maggie reached to grab Claudia's hair, seeming to marvel over the thick, tight curls that cascaded past her shoulders. 

Amused at the way Maggie fisted her natural locks, Claudia carried her into the living room, where she sat down on the comfy couch. 

"She likes you." Clearly pleased, Tristan watched as Claudia and Maggie bonded. 

"I'm glad," Claudia said. "Because I like her, too."

With gentleness Claudia cradled the baby in her arms, focusing on her large, bright eyes before dipping her gaze to the cupid bow lips. 

"If she gets heavy just let me know, and I'll take her back."

"It's cool," Claudia replied. "It's nice having her in my arms."

Now that Maggie was eight months old, Claudia noticed that her features were looking more like Tristan's. Along with the fact that she had his mile-long eyelashes, Maggie also had his nose. She could even see resemblance between their ears, and amazed at how much she had started to favor him, Claudia shifted her gaze to Tristan's face. 

"She's starting to look like your twin."

"Think so, huh?" Smiling proudly, Tristan looked at his daughter. "Shauna's pretty disappointed about that. She says she can't see any of her features in Maggie at all."

"They'll probably come out later," Claudia said. "Sometimes it takes awhile for the baby to favor both."

"Yeah, maybe." Reaching out to touch Maggie's tiny moccasins, he ran a finger over the soft buckskin.

"Those are nice," Claudia remarked. "Did your mom make them?"

Tristan nodded.

"The craftsmanship is beautiful."

"Yeah, she's always been an amazing at this stuff."

Starting to feel a burn in her triceps, Claudia shifted Maggie to redistribute the weight. Perhaps realizing that she could use a break, Tristan took his daughter from Claudia's arms, and with an ease and grace that Claudia openly admired, slung the baby over his right shoulder. 

By this time, everyone was starting to gather around in the living room, and after retrieving their presents from beneath the tree, tore eagerly into the wrapping paper. Since Tristan and Claudia were sitting side by side, they exchanged presents first. But as Claudia handed Tristan his presents and didn't get one in return, a curious look crossed her face. 

"Yours was too big to wrap, so It's waiting in your room."

"How'd you get it in there?" Claudia asked. "I was just in the bedroom an hour ago, and didn't see anything at all." 

"It was in Big John and Mona's room," he said. "They've kept it hidden in their closet for weeks." 

"Clever," Claudia replied with a grin, but in seconds she was on her feet, heading for the back of the house with Tristan following behind.

On entering her room, Claudia saw an adjustable dress form, complete with a black tripod that could be rolled along on wheels. Overly excited, she stepped even closer to check it out, running a palm along the crush velvet fabric that covered the mannequin's silhouette. 

"Oh, wow!" Grinning broadly, she turned to give Tristan a smile.

"So you like it..." A pleased expression crossed his features.

"Are you kidding? I love it." Falling into his arms, she gave him a long, tight hug.

"I got it at a thrift store, so It's not brand new or anything..."

"It's cool, I totally love thrifted stuff."

"Well great, because I figured you would." As their hug ended, Tristan glanced at the tailor's dummy. "You always made your clothes throughout senior year, so I figured you might wanna get back into doing that."

"I do. And I was just telling my mom the other day that I really wanted a dress form."

"Guess I picked up on it, then." 

"Of course," Claudia said. "You're so tuned in, and I love it."

He smiled, and allowing Claudia to link her arm with his, was led back into the living room. With everyone still opening presents and excitedly chatting, the mood had remained festive. Retrieving his gifts from the coffee table where he'd left them, Claudia handed the first over to Tristan.

"Your turn."

Not wasting a moment in tearing the first present open, Tristan threw the wrapping paper aside to reveal a small box. On opening it he pulled out a mug, which was designed to look like an old school game boy while depicting a scene from the Legend of Zelda video game. 

"Oh shit, seriously?" The grin on his face couldn't be contained. "This is way cool, Claude. Thank you so much." 

"I know you love the classic video games, so I figured you'd appreciate it."

"Hell yeah, I will. Legend of Zelda is my favorite." 

He barely had time to place the mug on the coffee table before Claudia handed him a gold envelope, complete with red ribbon tied around it. 

"You spoil me," he said while ripping open the envelope, but as he took out the slip of paper that was inside, his jaw literally dropped.

"No fuckin way, Claude. You gotta be kidding me."

"So you don't like?" Lifting a brow, she gave him a playful look.

"I don't just like, I love." He nodded his head enthusiastically. "Tickets to New York Comic Con? This is completely amazing!"

"Well you are a giant nerd, so I knew you'd most likely wanna go."

"Takes one to know one," he dorkily said, but on gazing back down at the ticket, Tristan's smile lessened a bit. 

"So this is a super cool gift and all, but New York is kinda far from Montana. I won't have money for a plane ticket, so not exactly sure how I'll pull this off." 

"Big John's paying for the ticket, and your dad is taking care of the hotel." 

"Seriously?" 

Claudia nodded.

"He said you've been talking about going to a comic convention since you were a kid, and that he really wants it to happen for you."

"Well shit, that's fucking amazing. I mean seriously, Claude. I don't even know what to say."

"Glad you're happy."

"That's an understatement."

Initiating a hug, Tristan held her tightly in his arms, keeping her in his embrace for such a long time that she started to wonder. About what, she wasn't exactly certain, but soon he was pulling back, and they were once again fully apart.

In a few moments they were opening their other gifts, which consisted of garments, books, DVD's, and small electronics. They were all objects that Tristan and Claudia really liked, but somehow the gifts they had given to each other meant so much more.



Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 23



*Okay, so I know certain people are pretty miffed at the direction I've chosen to take this story. But I just gotta say, if I'm not true to myself or the characters, then it would be un-genuine and totally phony. So, if a certain pairing bothers you and you decided to peace out, I totally respect your decision and that's okay. Because losing readers sometimes does come with the territory of being an author.

Sure it sucks to have people not like your stuff, but it's bound to happen sometimes. And to be honest, it would be unnatural if I Never got a bad review, or heard from a reader who decided not to go on. I used to be one of those authors ready to commit hari kari if I got a bad review, but thankfully I've grown thicker skin since then. 

You readers are wonderful and the frosting on a cake, but at the end of the day, it is for myself that I truly write. So, I've gotta be true to me and not worry about losing fans because they had a different vision in mind. It is what it is, and I like to say, so whatever happens I fully accept with a peaceful heart.

Anyways, for those of you souls who decide to continue on, thanks. And those who don't, I really appreciate you giving me a chance, and for being fans of my other stuff. No hard feelings at all, as there are tons of talented authors on here, so you'll undoubtedly find another story to better suit your tastes.

Okay, this PSA is officially over. Thanks for listening, peeps. :)

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As the festivities came to an end and the house was emptied of guests, Claudia helped Big John and her mother put away the leftovers and wash the dishes. Once everything was neat and back in order, she grabbed the keys to Mona's car, then slipped into a pair of long, heeled boots before putting on her coat. 

"Where are you off to?" Mona asked as she exited the kitchen.

"Lucas's." She grabbed the two presents he had given her before kissing her mother on the cheek. "Be back in a couple of hours, okay?"

"Why are you taking the presents that he gave you?" Seemingly just as curious as Mona, Big John eyed the gifts that Claudia held.

"I thought It'd be nice to open them at his house," she said. "And if he hasn't opened mine yet, then we could do it together."

Before they could ask anymore questions she was out the door, heading for Mona's rarely used station wagon. After backing out of the snow covered driveway, she was on the street and traveling along, taking care to drive nice and slow in the wintry weather. 

It took her less than ten minutes to arrive at Lucas's, and on stepping out of the car, started across the yard and towards the back house. 

Soft and powdery, the snow she walked through was pristine, making her feel as if she were in some kind of an ethereal and beautiful dream. On reaching Lucas's guesthouse she knocked softly and waited. A few moments passed before the lock disengaged, door opening to reveal a tall, handsome, and very surprised Lucas.

"Claudia..." 

"Hi, Lucas. You mind if I come in?"

"Not at all." Opening the door wider, he invited her inside.

Warm and cozy with the scent of pine in the air, the interior of the guesthouse was welcoming, making Claudia instantly feel at home. 

"So, what brings you by?" He asked.

"I thought It'd be nice if we could open our gifts together. That is unless you've already opened mine."

"I haven't," he replied. "But I'd definitely love to do it with you."

"Awesome." Giving him a smile, Claudia headed for a cozy couch just large enough for two. 

"I have some hot cider if you'd like," Lucas said. "My mom made it fresh just a few hours ago."

"I'd love some."

As Lucas headed off to the tiny kitchen, Claudia scanned the interior of the guesthouse. Small and woodsy, it had a peaceful vibe that she really liked. Against one of the walls was a built-in bookshelf, where dozens of novels were on display. A woven rug with a Native design adorned the floor beneath her, catching her eye with its zig-zag pattern. 

From the wood-paneled walls to the rustic furniture that was artfully hand-made, the compact guesthouse enveloped Claudia into its coziness. But the most appealing feature of all was a charcoal gray woodstove, which sat tucked into one of the corners. 

She was just admiring the burning logs through the viewing window, when Lucas returned with the hot cider.

"Thanks," she said before taking a sip, and immediately followed up with a second.

"Mmmm. Very tasty."

"Just like you," Lucas said with a wink.

Face flushing hot, Claudia gave a slow smile, which in turn caused Lucas to chuckle. 

"I know, I'm being naughty. So I'll stop and behave myself." 

"Why?" Claudia's eyes were daring him now. "I like when you're naughty, I think It's hot."

"Oh yeah?" The gleam in his eyes made his desire known. "Well hey, that's good to know."

Grabbing their presents from the coffee table at the same time, Lucas and Claudia sat them in their lap.

"You first," Claudia said.

"Naw," Lucas replied. "You're the lady."

Smiling, Claudia opened her gift, but on seeing what was beyond the wrapping paper, her eyes went large and round.

"A record player?" 

Smiling at her shocked expression, Lucas watched as she stared in awe at the protective box. 

"We made an agreement on a ten dollar limit," Claudia said. "This is definitely more than ten dollars."

"So I lied." Lucas grinned.

"I should have known it would be expensive," Claudia said. "This present was way too heavy to just be a ten dollar gift."

"Well I know you're not working, so obviously you don't have a lot of money. I didn't want you to feel pressured to get me something you couldn't afford."

"Lucas, this is too much." Shaking her head, Claudia looked at him. 

"It's not too much," he corrected. "It's just right for you, and I know that you want it, so I won't accept it back."

"But now I feel bad," Claudia said. "I mean you must have spent at least a hundred dollars on this, and all I spent on you was twelve."

"Well I'm glad," Lucas said. "Because you weren't in any position to spend more."

"This is incredible..." Now opening the small briefcase it was held in, Claudia checked out the player itself, which had that brand new smell she loved. "This is one of the coolest presents I've ever gotten."

"Your mom told me you really wanted one."

"Yeah, for like the longest time."

"Well the wait is over, so time to enjoy it." Placing her second gift on the couch next to her, Lucas waited in eager anticipation. "You can probably already tell what this is, huh?"

"Yep." Tearing right into the wrapping paper, Claudia revealed two vintage records. "How cool..."

"Buffy Sainte-Marie, and Redbone."

"Both Native groups, right?" Gazing at the records in her hand, she checked out the features of the people who were pictured on front.

"Yeah," Lucas replied. "Buffy Sainte-Marie is really awesome, wrote a lot of protest songs in the sixties and seventies, and even worked closely with the American Indian Movement."

"What's her style of music?" 

"Folksy. But she crosses into other genres, as well." 

"And what about Redbone?" Checking out the second record, she saw that it pictured four Native men with their hair traditionally long.

"70's rock," Lucas said. "They're totally bad ass, wanna listen?" 

"Sure."

Lifting the record player off her lap, Lucas set it on the coffee table. He plugged the power source into the wall, then placed the record on the turntable, and as the Redbone record began to spin around, the twang of guitars filled the room. Liking what she heard, Claudia listened to the opening lyrics.

Hey (hey) What's the matter with your head? Yeah...

Hey (hey) What's the matter with your mind and all your singing?

And-a ooh-ohh

Hey (hey) Nothin's a matter with your head, baby, find it

Come on and find it

Hell, with it, baby, 'cause you're fine and you're mine

And you look so divine...

"Come and get your love..." Lucas spiritedly sang along, and as the chorus repeated three more times, he continued on in a surprisingly smooth voice.

Definitely catchy, the song caught Claudia's liking immediately. Watching as Lucas belted out the words, she smiled and lightly chuckled. But as he took her hand into his and threaded their fingers, a fluttery sensation moved through her stomach. 

As the music continued playing, they just there and checked each other out. Soft with adoration, Lucas's gaze seemed to drink her in, focusing first on her cat-shaped eyes before drifting to her nice, full lips. 

When looking at something beautiful, it was only natural to want to touch it, and perhaps unable to resist the urge, Lucas did just that. 

Grasping her by the hips, he pulled her closer so they were touching, one arm looping around her waist while the other slipped through her long hair. Already turned on, Claudia began to breathe quicker, lifting her chin to expose her neck. 

Taking that as a cue that she craved his lips, Lucas placed a kiss on her throat, then another before gliding his tongue against it. Soft, warm, and deliciously wet, it sent a rush of excitement right through her body. 

Soon he'd reached out to run a hand along her thigh, then under the hem and towards her heat which unashamedly beckoned. The closer he got, the hotter and hornier she felt, nipples hardening as his fingertips caressed her skin. 

By the time his digits had made contact with her panties, Claudia was already wet and ready, pussy throbbing for his touch.

Winding her arms around his neck, Claudia pulled him in for a kiss. Wasting no time in tasting her mouth, Lucas's tongue slipped between her lips, flicking back and forth against her own with a delicacy that made Claudia moan. 

She felt his long fingers ghost along her neck, then entangle in her flowing, kinky curls. Rather than slide through easily, his digits got hooked into the soft coils, fingers caressing her unique natural texture with an appreciation that Claudia felt. 

Although loving that his fingers were buried deep in her hair, Claudia was focused on the way his mouth moved, tongue soft, warm and flat as it probed and explored the wetness of her mouth. 

After so many months of a boundary pushing friendship, their sexual tension and energy fields were finally being released, making them hot and ready and hungry for the coming together of their feverish bodies. They both needed nourishment of the sexual kind, and intoxicated by their overwhelming libidos, steadily strengthened the flame. 

With his hand still nestled between the heat of her thighs, Lucas ran a thumb against her clit. Hypersensitive to his touch, Claudia moaned and shifted, slightly parting her legs, but no sooner was she raring for him to take things further, did Lucas suddenly pull back. Gazing deep into her eyes, he seemed to be studying her with his stare.

"What's wrong?" Heart still rapidly beating with excitement, Claudia's eyes held a question mark.

"Truth time," Lucas said while giving her a serious look. "Is this going anywhere at all, or you just having some fun?"

"What?" Still dazed from their makeout session, Claudia's eyes were clouded over.

"You and me," Lucas explained. "What's the deal, so I know where I stand."

"I care deeply for you, Lucas. You know that."

"Enough to take things to the next level?"

"By next level you mean sexually, right?" 

"I'm asking you to be my girlfriend." Now gazing hard, his eyes held clear hope. "Do you accept?"

"My eyes say it all," Claudia replied. "You can already tell what my answer is."

"I still wanna hear you say it."

Knowing very well that this was a significant decision, Claudia fell silent and looked deeply into his eyes. There wasn't any doubt on her part, but it was just a moment she felt she needed to digest. A moment that marked a turning point for the both of them, and to her that was something special. 

"Yes." Her voice came out whispery as she leaned in closer. "I'll be your girlfriend, Lucas." 

Eyes now glowing with happiness, Lucas smiled and caressed her face, lips easing in closer until his mouth was warm and soft against her own. At first they traded sweet, tender kisses, the kind that broke every so often for loving gazes. But before very long they were going full-force, breaths hot and heavy as they passionately made out. 

She moaned at the back and forth motion of his thumb against her clit, and as he gradually worked up to sliding a finger beneath her panties, Claudia's inners muscles gave a clench. Not a nervous one, however, but a lustful clench that was loaded with desire.

Although pulling back from the kiss, Lucas kept his mouth next to hers, lips just barely grazing so they were nose to nose.

"When is the last time you were fingered?" Lucas husked out.

"Before the rape," Claudia replied.

"So you and Tristan haven't been together at all for the past two months?"

"We kissed and touched a bit, but other than that, we didn't go any further."

"Are you okay with us going further now?" Lucas asked. "Not having sex, but doing the other stuff."

"Uh-huh." 

"Good." He lightly kissed her before pulling back. "It makes me real glad to hear that, because I really wanna give you pleasure."

Shifting his body so that he was kneeling before her, Lucas hiked up her dress, then gently pulled down her panties. With slowness he guided them down her long legs, then pulled them off around her ankles. 

But instead of tossing them aside, he lifted them to his nose and softly inhaled, taking in her raw, womanly scent. He then lightly sighed, as if to convey satisfaction.

Both flattered and amazed, Claudia watched Lucas with an intrigued look. This caused him, in turn, to lower the lace trim panties and place them sheepishly on the floor. 

"Sorry, I just really missed your smell."

"No need to apologize," she replied. "It was totally hot."

"Good." With tenderness, he caressed her thighs.

"So out of curiosity, what do I smell like?"

"Hard to explain," he said. "But it's sorta musky, with this other fragrance mixed in that's really beautiful."

Softly smiling, she watched as his left hand disappeared beneath the hem of her dress, gradually lifting until it met with the wetness of her womanly part. 

For the first few moments he only touched the petal-like anatomy, gliding a finger back and forth over the delicate skin. It seemed he was fascinated by the dark brown folds of her pussy, because he took his time touching it with the soft pad of one finger. 

"It's so pretty," Lucas whispered, grazing a thumb along her slit and causing her to quiver. 

At first Lucas only massaged her clit, moving his thumb in tight circles to stimulate the piece of flesh. In no time at all it was poking out from beneath its hood, both stiff and swollen as he continually circled it. And then, she felt it, pressing slow but steady inside of her.

Groaning at the slide of his finger inside of her, Claudia parted her legs wider and arched her back. She could only moan as his fingers moved back and forth, picking up speed and building a rhythm. Soon her body was taut, breath going short as his digits nestled deep. 

Effortlessly gliding deeper, his fingers sought out their target, hugging the walls of her inner heat as they patiently explored. Then suddenly he found the spot, that cluster of nerve endings hidden far up in her sacred female region. 

With a light tapping motion that made her gasp out, Lucas rubbed the bundle of nerves known as her g-spot. It seemed to Claudia as if Lucas had studied the female anatomy, because the spot he was stroking created a pressure that was incredibly delicious. 

Flawless in their technique, his fingers knew exactly what to do, but instead of crying out and moaning loudly in response, Claudia bit her lip, forcing back the sounds that wanted to tear from her throat. 

Lifting his gaze to her face, Lucas could see Claudia holding back, and in an effort to break that wall she'd put up, he gently spoke in an assuring tone.

"It's okay to feel pleasure, babe. Just let yourself go and enjoy the moment."

Trying to do just that, Claudia eased out a sigh and licked her lips. Focusing on the short quick pumps he was giving her, she tried to allow herself to just let loose. But the more she tried to relax, the harder it got to actually do it, which in turn caused her body to stiffen in a way that was conveyed unease. Which was weird, because she wanted to cum, so why was her body holding back so hard? 

"You deserve to orgasm, sweetie. Still pumping in and out with very short movement, the tips of Lucas's fingers continually brushed her special spot. "It's perfectly natural to let those energies flow."

"Lucas," she breathed as his nimble fingers deftly continued, drawing whimpers and gasps as she parted her lips to let them out. 

But still the moans were caught in her throat, seeming scared to release themselves so that Lucas could hear them. She could feel the spot inside her continually swelling with pressure, seeming ready to pop as the sheer tension increased. 

To Claudia it felt as if a hard cock was pressing nice and deep, but Lucas was stimulating her with only two fingers, and using a method that had clearly come from substantial experience. Now right on the verge of losing it, her body went slack and she let out a moan. 

"That's it, honey." Focusing on Claudia's expression, Lucas watched as her face went slack with ecstasy. "Just relax your muscles and enjoy." 

So juicy and wet that she was practically dripping, Claudia's pussy made soft sucking noises. Incredibly erotic, the sound only spurred Lucas on, and using a "come hither" gesture with his fingers, tirelessly massaged the sponge-like tissue. 

Her breathing was harsher now, lips parted and thighs quaking as she steadily neared climax. Then suddenly she let loose an explosive moan, followed by a huge, milky gush. 

Lowering his head, Lucas eagerly lapped it up, groaning into her cunt as the last few squirts seeped into his mouth. Incredibly turned on by how vigorously he licked her pussy, Claudia sighed and watched him eat her out. When he had finally licked her clean of the slippery fluid, he lifted his head and wiped off his mouth, then rose to his feet and sat down on the couch so they were side by side. 

"Man, you taste good," he said while settling beside her. "I will never get tired of eating your pussy."

"Promise?" Claudia asked, and as he leaned in to kiss her, she caught his mouth with her own. 

"Hell yes, I promise," he said as they broke apart. "You know I love eating you out."

Lips curling into a smile, Claudia started to get off the couch, but no sooner had Lucas noticed her shift her weight, did he suddenly spur into action. Before she even knew what was happening, he'd grasped her by the waist and was lifting her up. 

Squeaking playfully, she watched as he drew her onto his lap, maneuvering her body in a way so that she could straddle him and be eye to eye.

"You're so strong," she gently murmured while leaning in close so that their noses brushed. "I love it when you manhandle me."

"Oh yeah?" Lucas's palms slid from her waist, then down to her backside where he caressed her ass through the fabric of her dress. "Well guess I'll have to do it some more."

"Please do," she huskily replied.

"You drive me crazy, girl..." Now squeezing her butt cheeks, Lucas's eyes took on a wild gleam. "But of course you already know that."

"Never get tired hearing it, though." 

He smiled at these words, but then her hand was sliding along his thigh, drawing attention to the long, manicured fingers that grazed his jeans. As if signaling that it wanted to get in on the action, his cock went hard in his pants. 

"You trying to get me going again?"




Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 23



Biting her lip coquettishly, Claudia was now rubbing his inner thigh.

"Seriously," Lucas said. "I'm trying to be good, here."

"It's just touching."

"Yeah I know, and I really love it. But you know the effect you have on me, Claude. It's real powerful."

And of course she did already know this, but something inside of her was wanting to be naughty, even push the limits a bit. 

"I do want you badly, though." Staring deep into her brown eyes, he held her gaze. "More than I've ever wanted any other girl, and I swear to Apistotokiua that's the truth."

"Apisto...."

"...totokiua," Lucas finished. "It means Creator in Blackfoot. 

"Oh, cool." Looping her arms around his neck, her face took on a thoughtful expression. "Teach me some other words in your language."

Seemingly pleased by her interest in Blackfoot, Lucas lifted a hand to her neck, gingerly stroking a finger against its graceful length before finally choosing to speak.

"Moksistun," he said to her, and waiting for her to repeat, he stroked her throat again.

"Moksistun." 

Nodding his head, he then reached up to touch her mouth, gliding a thumb across her full, beautiful lips.

"Maoii."

"Mouth," Claudia stated.

"Yeah. Now try to pronounce it."

"Maoii," she slowly said, but feeling as if she'd butchered the pronunciation, felt a flush creep across her cheeks.

"Not bad," he said encouragingly. "But the ii's need to be drawn out."

"What about bad words?" Claudia asked. "You going to teach me those, too?" 

"If you wanna learn, then sure," he said. "But a sweet mouth like yours shouldn't be cursing."

"When I said bad words, I meant naughty ones. Like things you say during sex."

"Oh." Lifting his brows, Lucas seemed to be contemplating. "Well in that case, sure. But you have to promise to only use them with me."

"Of course," Claudia said. "Just for you and me." 

"Speaking of talking dirty, I think It'd be fun to do more of it."

"Right now?"

"No, silly. Whenever we get in the mood and start fooling around."

"Oh," Claudia replied. "Well sure, I'd love to do that." 

"You'll have to tell me how far I can go, though," he said. "Because I might get carried away while we're in the moment."

"How carried away?"

"Oh, I can get pretty intense," he said. "Not in a scary way, but just dominating."

"I might like that."

"Not surprising. You've always been pretty naughty."

Claudia's lips curved into a smile.

"So no pressure or anything. But I really can't 

wait until you and I make love."

"Oh yeah?" Lifting her fingers to his hair, she began caressing his silky strands. 

"Yes," he replied. "And when I say make love, I truly mean it." 

Noting the seriousness on his face, Claudia felt a warmth radiate through her chest.

"I'm gonna be gentle with you, really take my time and make sure you enjoy it."

"And I will," Claudia said. "I already know that for a fact."

"Well just so you know, I've been reading up on Tantric Sex."

"Wow." An incredulous took over her features. "So you actually know what that's all about?"

"To a point. I've got the basics down for the most part, but I'm still delving deeper, and learning techniques."

"I don't know anything about it, though," Claudia replied. "So how will I properly participate?"

"As I gradually learn, I'll teach you about it," he replied. "Or you can even read the books with me, if you'd like. But the first time we make love, you don't have to know anything at all. It'll be more about my performance than yours, and what I'll be doing while inside of your body."

"Gotta say, I didn't see this coming at all. I mean I just didn't take you for the type of person who'd be into Tantric Sex."

"Why not?"

Giving a shrug, she took a minute to think it over. "I don't know, I guess because it just seems so different."

"I might not be as deep as Tristan, but I've got a spiritual side, as well."

"I know you do," Claudia said. "It comes through in the way you talk, and also the way you treat me."

A soft expression came into Lucas's eyes, pupils large as he gazed adoringly at her.

"I've never wanted to do this for any other girl," he told her. "But for some reason you bring out this deeper side of me."

Eyes staying locked on his, Claudia continued running her fingers through his long hair.

"I guess part of the reason I'm so serious about this, is because we never got to connect in that deeper way. So I want to make our first time really special. For the both of us, because we really deserve it."

"I agree," she said. "And I feel like our relationship never fully developed, so there's a lot we missed out on doing together, you know?"

"Yeah." Giving a nod, he looked deep into her eyes. "It's not just about educating myself through books, though. I've been preparing my body, as well. Eating certain foods and doing specific exercises to ensure I perform well."

"I'm amazed," Claudia said. "I mean the thought you're putting into it."

"Tantra can heal as well," Lucas stated. "Not only in a physical way, but also spiritually, sexually, and emotionally."

"I didn't know it could do all that," Claudia said.

"Oh yeah." He gently nodded. "And I really think it would do wonderful things for your spirit, Claude. It would not only feel completely amazing to have me inside you, but also heal you on every level."

"If you're talking about the rape, I'm still going through counseling with Tina."

"And that's great," Lucas said. "But I really want to play a part in you properly healing."

"And you think that Tantric Sex would do it..."

"I'm certain it would," he replied. "I've done quite a bit of research, and It's pretty much the top recommended thing to heal a woman who has suffered from sexual trauma."

"It's not your job to heal me," she said. "That's where Tina comes in."

"It's not just about the mental, Claude. There are blocks in the body, as well. They're called energy knots, and they're put there when a person is sexually assaulted."

"And what do these energy knots do?"

"They limit the flow of sexual energy. Which then makes it difficult for a person to fully connect with someone that they love."

"And you learned all of this from a book?"

"I did research online as well," he said. 

"But what made you even start?" Claudia asked. "I mean this is unusual stuff, not the kind of thing you would just randomly find while searching the net."

"Because I wasn't randomly searching. I've been seeking information for weeks."

"On Tantric Sex?"

"No, that came a little later."

Inquisitively, she stared into his eyes.

"I found this e-book online," he said. "It's where I first learned about the power of sexual healing, and how to nourish a woman's broken spirit."

"What's the name of it?"

"A Man's Guide to Helping a Woman After Rape. I started reading it a month after you were assaulted, and ever since then, kinda used it as a guide to plan how I was going to help you."

Uncertain of what to say, Claudia allowed a silence to settle between them. But it was a silence that was comfortable, allowing them both to just be utterly still. Deeply touched by his love, Claudia felt a wave of appreciation wash over her. 

She'd always know that Lucas cared deeply, and that he was concerned for her emotional state, but knowing he'd gone so far as to actually do research on rape healing, was amazing in a way that made her speechless. 

So instead of voicing her feelings she allowed her head to fall forward, dark tendrils of hair concealing her face so that he couldn't see her tears.

"Claudia?" Lifting her chin so that her face was visible, Lucas checked out her trembling lip. 

"Sweetheart, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Shaking her head lightly, Claudia wiped away the tears. But unwilling to let her just brush off her emotions, Lucas gazed long and deep into her eyes. 

"You really do love me," Claudia said. "Like more than I ever imagined."

"Of course I do, how could I not?" He tenderly brushed her curls away from her face, then traced the curve of her cheek with his thumb. "You mean the world to me."

"I just didn't expect all of this. I've felt so damaged and undeserving of love, so I've kinda been doubting if I could even have a normal relationship again."

"My love is unconditional, Claude. You being wounded by a terrible experience doesn't change my feelings, it only makes my love for you deeper." 

Heart swelling with happiness, she wiped away the rest of the tears. And then her mouth moved towards his, pressing soft but firm against his lips. Soothing hers with a deep tenderness, Lucas's mouth was warm and wet, making her heart hammer and stomach flip. When they broke apart, their eyes stayed locked on one another, faces beaming with total and absolute love. 

"Thank you," Claudia said. For caring and loving me in a way that I really need." 

"No need to give thanks," Lucas said. "What kind of a man would I be, if I didn't care about healing my woman's spirit?"

Deeply touched by his sweetness, Claudia gave him a tender peck, then gently caressed his cheekbone that jutted from beneath his coppery skin. Soon after her fingers found his hair, winding into his gorgeous and flowing locks so that the strands slid between her digits. 

"Still love playing with my hair, huh?" A wide grin crossed his face.

"Because It's gorgeous," she responded. "And totally silky, just like satin."

"I like your hair too." Reaching out a hand, he began to touch it. "It's all thick and curly, and feels really nice against my hands."

Indulging in the feel of Lucas's fingertips grazing her scalp, Claudia gently murmured, lowering her lids in a dreamy way. But as a completely wild and random thought suddenly came into her head, Claudia took a moment to dwell on it. 

Since Lucas had fine, straight hair with just a hint of a wave, and she had thick, tight coils with plenty of volume, she couldn't help but wonder what the hair of their child would look like. Of course it was only hypothetical because they didn't have a kid at all, but it was still fun to try and imagine it. 

Then suddenly it came to her that she was being ridiculous, because she and Lucas weren't even close to being ready for a baby. Not only were they still technically teenagers, but they'd just barely gotten back together. So why was she visualizing some baby that probably wouldn't ever exist?

"Penny for your thoughts?" 

Slicing right through the voice that had been talking in her head, Lucas's words brought Claudia back to the present moment. Shifting her gaze, she focused her eyes on his face.

"You seemed to be thinking real hard," he said. "Even had this cute little smile at the corner of your lips, like you were thinking of a good memory, or possibly planning a prank."

"I'm not much of a prankster," she said.

"So it was a good memory?"

"Not exactly...more like a daydream."

"Share." 

"No, It's too silly."

"I still wanna know."

"I'd be embarrassed."

"Can't be that bad."

"No, but I also don't want you to get scared off."

With inquisitiveness, Lucas studied her face. "Okay, now you've really got my attention."

"Please don't make me say it," Claudia replied. 

"Well I'm not gonna force you into it," he said. "I just thought It'd be nice to know some of your thoughts. Makes me feel closer, and like you really trust me."

Shifting his eyes downward, Lucas focused on some point that Claudia couldn't see. But as moments passed and he purposely kept his gaze still averted, she realized he was feeling disappointed. 

Just looking at his face hurt Claudia's heart, and after remembering how much he cared for her, she immediately knew that her worries over scaring him off were completely ridiculous. So with a gentleness she took Lucas's hand, and as he finally lifted his eyes, she began to let out her private thought.

"I was imagining what a baby between you and me would look like," she quietly said. 

"Well that's not embarrassing at all," he replied. "And it definitely Isn't going to scare me off."

A gentle smile crossed her lips.

"I think It's cute you were imagining that," he continued on. "And in case you're wanting my input, our baby would definitely be real cute."

Flashing teeth, Claudia looped her arms around his neck. "Think so, huh?"

"I know it, and so do you."

Now she was grinning.

"Yep," Lucas said with a thoughtful expression. "He'd be one of those calendar babies."

"He?" 

"Sure, why not? It could be a boy."

A light chuckle drifted from her lips. 

"Well if you don't believe I can make it a boy, then let's have a go right now and I'll prove it to you."

Claudia giggled. "Now you're just being silly."

"Yeah, but it brought a smile to your face."

With eyes brightly shining, Claudia reached for her phone to see what it time it was. A glance at the home screen told her it was nearing ten o'clock, but since she was eighteen now, curfews were non-existent. 

Seeing that Kimi had sent her a text, Claudia started to write one back. But then Lucas's hand was slipping the device out of her palm, tossing it out of reach so that she couldn't see it. 

Shifting her gaze to his, she saw his dark eyes watching her, hands languorously sliding along her waist before skimming the flare of her hips. 

Without saying a word, she leaned in closer. Close enough for the tip of her nose to brush against his. Their fingers entwined and then he claimed her lips, making her forget about anything else except for himself.