Teddy and Family- Chris and Ana

Chapter 24- GTA

A/N: After an endless craptastic day Ana has reached her limit and borrows Daddy's new wheels to get to her Chris. Hence the shortened title meaning Grand Theft Auto. Sorry, it's been forever, but I haven't had the urge to write as of late and this chapter has taken me over a month to finish. It is what it is. All mistakes are mine. Hope you enjoy it. Everyone Stay Safe. We will get through this together and if you are on the front lines I thank you for everything that you do.

Cin XOXO

Italics = Chris and Ana talking using their link to eachother

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than the original characters that are mine and the story idea. (I love to play with my favorite iconic characters but with my AU spin on them. Sorry folks I don't do Canon ever. Like it, love it, hate it…you have been warned ^^).

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End of July 2006

Ana

You know in anime where the characters suddenly develop severe nose bleeds because they've just been subjected to something embarrassing or shocking and their faces are as ripe as a red tomato? Well, that's me right now and unlike an anime where they just shake it off!

I can't ever UNSEE what's being flashed all around me.

Leather a lot of it in many forms on many things. Individuals dressed in, well, why did they even bother to wear anything ensembles leaving little or nothing to the imagination. I have no doubt that my eyes are all but bugging out of my head with the sensory overload that they're being subjected to, as most of what is going on in this brownstone is quadruple X rated and we're just barely standing in the lounge of this trip down the freakiest rabbit hole that Kate and Mia have dragged me into by willingly letting their curiosities win over their common sense while we were getting some smoothies before we headed back to the dance Bootcamp part of our month-long cheer/dance camp ruled by some of Coach Di's greatest alumni Sea Gal cheerleaders.

Oh, we did win Nationals and I was just made Captain of our squad today and Chris was crowned Captain of the Football team yesterday after winning some Bootcamp competition at the crazy intense football camp that he and the guys are currently enduring. He and his Crew team won Nationals so he's now Captain of that too. They also were High School Baseball All-stars in July for two different games which they won and were State Champions in May. Looks like we're sticking it out for Senior year after all.

Joy! Cue major eye-roll!

Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, I will never be able to unsee any of this! Not that the surroundings aren't interesting if you like the whole exotic atmosphere that they've got going on around them! Most are all either doing things that my mind can't describe, gathered in front of some manner of floor to ceiling glass where there is a live demonstration going on, or they're by the bar. I blink then blink again because the couple doing the demonstration dressed also in one of those barely-there leather ensembles is Sam and Logan!

MY EYES!

"Ladies, welcome to Thrall …" The guy that Kate and Mia followed after like the Pied Piper growls from just behind the three of us and the warnings that have been blaring 'Turn Around Now!' go on Defcon 1.

"WHAT THE LIVING FUCK ARE THE THREE OF YOU DOING HERE?!" A very familiar roar echoes around the lounge and my eyes lock with Elliot's who is standing at the bar with a barely dressed leather-clad companion on a leash! I keep my eyes on his because I just can't endure putting to memory what he's wearing any more than I already have.

At this point, Mia and Kate are clinging to me in terror and I've gone into fight or flight mode and I will take anyone out including Samson if they don't get out of my way! Now! I'd press my panic button, but I don't want to get Elliot, Sam, and Logan in trouble. I've got weapons at my disposal on my keychain. A mini taser, mini brass knuckles, and super-concentrated Jason Taylor formula pepper spray.

"Grey! Control yourself! You are frightening our guests…" Samson snarls like the sleazy snake he is.

"STEP THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY BABY SISTERS, SAMSON! BEFORE I TEAR YOUR ARMS OFF AND FEED THEM TO YOU!" Elliot stalks over to us.

Instinct makes me whirl around with Kate and Mia clinging to me mind you and just because I know it's gonna really hurt and maybe cause him to be unable to bear any spawn. I aim my pepper spray right at Samson's crotch and then just to really hammer my point across I slam a kick right into it and the creep goes down in a howling heap of extreme misery.

The bouncers stupidly try and prevent us from exiting, but there is no stopping me from getting me and my big sisters out of here. I shake off Mia and Kate then easily take down the six-foot-six walls of brute force until they too are curled up and whimpering like babies in need of the ER. We bolt past them down the darkened creepy corridor and by the incoming patron that was coming in the front doors until we are outside racing down the steps back towards the Bellevue campus where camp is being held today.

"Ana! We're sorry!" Kate pants out trying to keep up with my pace.

"We didn't know that he was leading us into a den of kinky addicts!" Mia's panting as much as Kate is because I'm determined to get us as far from that brownstone as possible.

"Said the spider to the fly before he ate him!" I bite out through gritted teeth. "I can't ever UNSEE that! Worse yet! How are we ever going to be able to look the three of them in the eyes again!? Kate's screwed because now she knows that Elliot's into some crazy kinky shit where his partner willingly lets him collar and lead her around on a fudging leash! Who does that?! Why the hell would they fudging want too!? I get the kinky side of it and stress relief and all that but a collar and a leash?! That Elliot would ever treat his partner like a fudging pet poodle?! Are the rest of our Big Brothers into kink too?! Gwen?! Ross!? Card-carrying members of some secret kink club?!" I make a left towards the courtyard of a large shopping center where thankfully no one is currently milling about! It is un-godly hot for Seattle so most of them are choosing the establishments with aircon rather than sitting in the humid sweltering sauna outside.

"You really think that they're all members too?!" Mia and Kate collapse into chairs under some umbrella-shaded tables.

"They all have uber stressful careers and a lot of couples or individuals who choose kink use that as an outlet of sorts or that's what I read when I was working on my psychology/sociology degrees. Though, never in my wildest nightmares did I ever think that I'd experience it LIVE in front of me staring two of my older siblings! It was completely all academic course work necessary to achieve high marks!" I'm pacing in front of them like a caged lioness.

"You really have read everything in the library just like Hermione Granger haven't you, baby sis?" Kate blinks wide-eyed at me.

"Books are knowledge…" I shrug.

"Even the restricted section…" Mia stares at me in awe.

"What can I say the Librarians love my endless quest for knowledge and they know that for the most part, it's always because I'm doing research for papers for my university correspondence coursework and not out of curiosity unlike all the kids my age. Knowledge is power that will never change." I need to change the subject, so I turn my attention on what I know will do the trick. Well, that and blocking Chris out is going to end up giving me a killer headache or worse case nose bleed if I don't distract my mind into doing something that we both hate. Shopping.

I've chosen to stop in the courtyard of Bellevue Square. It's their shopping nirvana and they haven't gotten to shop for going on nearly two months now. Spending endless hours with the teens at Sanctuary has truly, fingers crossed, opened their eyes and they donated ¾ of their wardrobes to the teenagers in need, so we'll see. Chandra seems to think that they've turned a new leaf, and nothing ever gets by her, as she runs herd over everything at Sanctuary.

"Are the two of you up to doing some shopping for Sanctuary's back to school clothing clinic before we head back to the Bellevue campus?" I need to give us a valid excuse as to why we're going to be an hour late that Parks will believe. He's given us a long leash this week because we're in Bellevue. I take out my phone and text Coach Di and Parks that we've made a little stop at Bellevue Square to do some Back to School shopping for Sanctuary and promise that we'll be there in a bit then I immediately shut off my phone.

"You wanna voluntarily shop?" Kate and Mia think I'm losing my mind.

"I can't go back yet until I've calmed down and this gives us an excuse that Parks can follow up on without outing our older siblings, alright!" I roll my eyes at them in sheer exasperation.

"We'll go see Caroline Acton!" They happily jump to their feet.

"Can't we tackle Chandra's endless list by ourselves?" I whine as the two of them drag me along with them.

"We need Caroline's help as a personal shopper to make sure that everything we buy is delivered to Sanctuary."

"You also need to develop a client/ shopper relationship with her now that you're an up and coming publishing CEO…"

"Fine…" I grumble and let them take point, as this is their element of expertise and not mine.

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Parks tracks us down at Macy's an hour or so later where at this point we've more than covered Chandra's list and then some. We've also shopped for Coping Together too.

"You three are in luck because Coach Di had a family emergency that she had to attend to and the Sea Gals got called away for some meeting with their own team, so you're all in the clear for skiving off Camp to go on a shopping spree." Parks narrows his hazel eyes at us because he knows that I would rather sit through a root canal with no anesthetic than willingly go on a shopping spree with Kate and Mia.

Crap! I did not think this through!

"The girls and I have had a wonderful time shopping for Sanctuary and Coping Together and not once did Kate or Mia buy anything for themselves. Taking an afternoon off on such a scorching miserable day isn't the end of the world. I got to finally meet the baby sister that Mia and Kate rave about and we've bonded over our love for books. Hopefully, with a little encouragement, I'll be able to get her to venture out again for some one-on-one shopping with the girls." Caroline comes to our defense and goes toe to toe with Parks.

"Mia and Kate are both on Shopping probation and Ana loathes even the word Mall. Forgive me if I'm smelling knee-deep bullshit right now, Caro." Parks growls.

Wow! Parks is dating Caroline Acton! Who knew!

"I know that you've gotten your CPO fur all ruffled because your charges went AWOL from their camp for a bit, but I can promise you that Kate and Mia did not break their Shopping ban and that just by meeting Ana I can tell that she only loathes shopping when it comes to herself and not when it comes to shopping for others. She's a refreshing change and I look forward to forging a friendship and working with her for all of her wardrobe and shopping needs." Caroline all but purrs up at him.

"I know that we should have checked in or done this later, but this morning's dance training with some of those other catty teams had me wanting to rip some of their hair from their roots. Chandra sent me the list for Sanctuary and I already had the list for Coping Together and when lunch didn't defuse the urge to scalp them bald I chose to tackle the lists head-on and paid it forward instead." I take full responsibility for the three of us skiving off camp.

"Caro, I'll see you at seven." He kisses her chastely on the cheek. "Ladies let's go. Ana has her defensive driver's training test at the track in an hour." Parks growls.

"I'm gonna ace it like I aced the other two driving courses that Daddy and Uncle Jason thought I needed to take. I've more than earned my R-8 spider for my birthday, as it is I could outdrive any expert you set me against." I roll my eyes, when you can't forget anything having to take three different level defensive driving courses is beyond annoying.

Chris has been teaching me ever since he got his license and I can honestly say that by this point I've mastered that skill. I indulge them because of my need for speed. I love the rush of taking Chris's R8 spider out in the middle of nowhere and just flooring it. If I didn't love the written word so much you can bet your ass that I'd be gunning to be the first woman to win the Indy 500.

If I had to choose a military branch it would have to be the Air Force or Navy flying those wicked cool fighter jets at ludicrous speeds. I know that I can handle it, because of years of Space Camp until High School where we've gotten to experience what it feels like to pull G's and even taken a flight in the Vomit Comet a few times where we were weightless and not once did Chris or I puke. Can't say that for the rest of the Scooby Gang, well those of us who went to Camp anyway. Mia and Kate stayed home. Not that Chris and I won't be pilots because that's a sure thing. He's waiting for me to turn sixteen so that we can both take flying lessons together.

I need the distraction of testing on the Pacific Raceways course in the worst way, because nothing has worked to keep my mind off of what we saw to today and if racing a Porsche 911 on a course worthy of formula one cars can't do it then nothing can!

Note to self. Blackmail Sam into teaching me the art of using a whip like Lara Croft. It can't be any more difficult than using martial arts weaponry and it would make the perfect personalized weapon of choice. Who would ever think that a belt that you're wearing is actually a weapon in disguise?

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"I don't care Ana!" Jason growls as he turns into our drive. "Borrowing a race car just to prove a point is not the reason why you were taught those driving skills!"

"He called me a little girl and the other one patted me on my ass and told me to run along to my Daddy while the big boys took the track!" I grumble arms folded, not the least bit contrite that I schooled them on the track.

"It was an untested racer and they'd already gotten their balls handed to them by Parks for making lurid suggestions about what they wanted to do to you after seeing you exit the 911 after killing it on the track."

"I'd already read up on that kind of racer and put that knowledge into use. I wasn't gonna crash it, was wearing the right protective gear, it was either that or send them to the ER for a testicle retrieval operation, so I chose the lesser of the two evils."

"Ros saved your ass, Ana."

"They were just pissed that a nearly sixteen-year-old girl schooled them on the track with their shiny new toy. Ros just clued them all in that the little girl could buy their organizations ten times over with just one call." I snort, rolling my eyes.

"Grand Theft Auto, Anastasia."

"It never left the track…"

"Don't push it…"

"I am having a fudging crappy day and Chris doesn't come back until the weekend!" I open the SUV door the second we pull into the garage and storm out.

"Not buying it, young lady. You and Chris have that link, so lack of tech can't stop you both from…"

"He's exhausted by the end of the day and there is no way that I'm gonna distract him during the day while he's laser-focused on Football Bootcamp!" I spin on my heel to glower up at Jason.

"I'm still telling Ray, so you can kiss that metallic blue R8 spider that you've been pining for goodbye and say hello to a fixer-upper VW bug instead. Supercars are out for you, little girl."

"But that's…not fair!" I worked my ass off for that car! Stupid fudging racecar jerks!

"House now!"

"But!"

"Anastasia Marie Steele! House now!" Daddy's standing in the doorway leading into the house and he's beyond pissed. Crap! I'm gonna be stuck with a rusty Herby for my Birthday! Not that I don't think that Herby is an adorable car! I do! I Love Bugs, but they aren't an R8 Spider!

"This is all your fault! You and that blasted supercar collection! My baby girl could have killed herself, because you've gotten her addicted to them too!" Mom lays into daddy.

"Annie's in big, big, big, trouble!" TJ chimes out, eyes wide with his stuffed Leo Ninja turtle clutched in his right hand.

"I wasn't gonna crash it! I aced my test on the track! They were jerks and needed schooled, so I did!" I stalk past my dad's new pride and joy a fully-loaded silver Mercedes SLR McLaren 722 that just arrived today.

"Anastasia! Go help Gail in the kitchen! We're having a family barbeque tonight!" Mom growls at me.

"I thought we were waiting until the boys came home this weekend?" There is no way that I'm enduring a Steele family cookout around Logan, Sam, and Elliot.

"Now, Ana!" My parents bark.

It's like something in me snaps and I can't hold in my temper anymore, so I spew verbal fury at my parents.

"Fine! But it's on you and your overprotective paranoia that I was even there to be sexually harassed by those racing prats in the first place! Next time some gods gift to racing asshole pats me on the butt and tells me to be a good little girl and find my daddy! I'll toss them over my shoulder and then have them crying for their mommies after I kick them in the balls so hard that even a testicle retrieval operation couldn't find them! I'm having a really fudging craptacular day! I want Christian! I know that you and your paranoia had something to do with making Chris and I Captain of our teams so that we can't flee the nest and escape High School purgatory hades! What did you do, Daddy?! Promise to pony up the cash for a spanking new stadium this time?! Anything so that Chris and I had to stick it our for our Senior year! Might wanna add beefing up security around all the schools that we have to compete against while you're at it seeing as Seattle has become perv central these days! I mean you can't go get a smoothie near the park without having someone flash you or try to lure you off to an illegal den! I even went shopping for the foundations back to school necessities just to try to erase the visual from my head, but I can't because I can't FORGET anything EVER!"

"Why didn't you press your panic button, young lady?" Daddy growls.

"Did you tell, Parks?" Jason is texting on his phone.

"No, I didn't go crying to, Parks! I sent the creeper whimpering away after tasering him in the balls!"

"Big sis is badass." TJ chimes, staring up at me in awe.

"TJ! Language!" Mom chides then turns her focus on me. "You need to let others fight the battles for you, baby girl. That's what your big brothers are there for…you could have…" She pulls me into her arms and crushes me to her for dear life.

"I'll check with Jim to see if we can get an ID from the CCTV cameras around the park and make a call to the manager of the smoothie shop and see if they had a camera outside that can get us a face to run…" Jason is in the perv must pay mode major and I thank the moon and the stars above that the Smoothie shop doesn't have outdoor security cameras or that where the perv came up to us was in the one area where the park's cameras don't cover.

I wriggle out of Mom's protective embrace and start pacing in front of Daddy's new wheels.

"All three of us are fine and the foundations are all set. Parks already read us all the riot act and Ros is already plotting vengeance against those racer prats. They practically soiled themselves after she handed them her business card and pointed out who I was to the clueless twits. I schooled them on the track after passing the driving course with flying colors and I already know that taking the high road instead of the violent one has more likely than not cost me my dream wheels on my birthday! Now, can I please skip family barbeque night for sequestering myself in my room, since I can't talk to Chris until he's finally free from living, breathing, and sleeping about football this weekend. And don't even mention our link, because it only works when both of us have the energy to focus on the other. He can barely function enough to eat dinner and then crash in his bunk let alone check in with me, nor do I want to be a distraction for him during football Bootcamp. In layman's terms or for those who are still in denial! I'm going cold turkey until he finally comes back home! So as much as I desperately want to call him or use our link I can't and this void between us is killing me, especially after the day from heck that I've been having today."

"I still love you, big sis!" TJ runs over to me and hugs onto one of my legs, looking soulfully up at me with his big baby blue eyes. "No, be sad. Big bro Chris…"

"Up you go, little T." Jason reaches down and scoops him up swinging him gently over his shoulder with a protective hand on his back.

"Put me down, Uncle J!" TJ wriggles on his shoulder in protest as he and Jason head into the house. "Annie, be sad and Chris be…"

"Annie will be fine after we feed her hangry tummy and get some chocolate in her. Promise." I hear him telling TJ in a soft gentle tone.

I only wish that the reason I was throwing a snit was that I was starving, but it so isn't that. Not even close. I can't face the kinky threesome right now. Ew! Ew! Ew! So not what I wanted to think at all and now it's all flashing back in my head again!

"I've got him, Dad." Logan's growl from inside sends my urge to flee and hide out in my treehouse into overdrive. "Sam's in the kitchen with Mom and wants to talk to Annie about what went down in the Park today…"

"I'm fine! I'm having a crappy day and I just miss Chris! I've gotta take Scout for a walk before dinner!" I thank the stars that the garage door is still wide open and bolt so fast that I'd make The Flash envious. "Laters!"

"Anastasia that is not…" Mom shouts after me.

"Let's leave her be for a while, honey. Our baby girl isn't prone to Mia level tantrums just because and clearing her mind walking Scout will do her some good. Cooking is the last thing on her mind…" Dad's deep growl cuts off mom's order to about-face to the kitchen.

Finally! Dad gets it!

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I'm hiding out in my treehouse, well, more like a guest house with its own watchtower and library after we transformed it to meet a teenager's needs instead of a toddler's. Though, we left the boys fort for TJ. It's completely off the grid powered by green energy. The perfect place to achieve much-needed space from family members, but still remain safe and sound at home. Mia and Kate both feigned that they had killer headaches and were allowed to rest at home. Leaving me to fend off the kinky three alone with Rascal and Peppy guarding over me.

To say that my stress level was through the roof trying to avoid them and answer any more questions about my 'Flasher' incident in the park that afternoon would be the understatement of the century. No one was taking the hint, even with my earbuds in my ears and the manuscript that I was reading in front of me all clear signs that I wanted to be left alone. So, a tactical retreat to my treehouse was the only means of defense. It has a little kitchen, bathroom, and sleeping loft too. So yeah, like I said my own little sanctuary which I'd been using all month while Chris was away having a blast with the guys at football camp. The only plus side was that the moms had to cut dinner short to take the Jet to the East Coast. Mom because someone fudged up in the Finance department at the East Coast branch of Steele Shipping and she had to go and correct it. Grace because she was needed for an emergency consult on a patient of some esteemed colleagues. The Dad's are in charge and they would rather walk through broken shards of razor-sharp glass than try to get me to talk. More likely than not all the male parentals are hiding in the man cave playing poker while they give me a wide berth.

I called Luke at eight so that he could sneak Chris the satellite phone again like he has a few times this month, but Chris and the boys are with Ryan on their way back from First Beach after surfing all day. They earned a free day of fun after surviving an endurance hike and climb in Olympic National Park. Lucky bastards got to spend the day surfing and enjoying the beach while I had to deal with Kinkgate! There is no justice in this world! Not that they didn't earn it by hiking in an area where animal attacks have been the norm or where crazy huge wolves sightings have been reported since last year.

Animal attacks aside, Forks has become weird mystery central and I've been dying to go check it out, but it'll have to wait until we're finally free of our parental leashes. I don't get what the big deal is at all! C'mon! It's Forks!

"Rascal! Cut it out!" I hear Logan roar from down below me.

"Ouch! Stop with the projectiles you furry menace!" Elliot yelps.

"That's not nice! We just need to talk to…OUCH!" Sam starts to scold him only to become target number three.

Rascal trills something profane down at them and continues to throw nuts down at the three of them.

"GO AWAY!" My shout echoes down at them.

"Ana…"

"Not listening! I don't care! Scarred for life! Leave me alone!" I glowered down at them from the open window of my treehouse.

"If you would just calm down and…"

"Leave before I change my mind and spill all to Daddy, Adam, Parks, and Uncle Jason the truth instead of the lie to save your kinky sorry butts from their wraths!" I hiss.

The three of them all go red-faced and wide-eyed.

"It's not what…"

"I don't give a flying fudgesicle what the three of you are into or if it's some kind of cover! Scarred for life! I'll never be able to get it out of my mind! Stay the fudge away from me! You can't make this right or make it go away! I can't unsee what I saw! My head wants to come off just thinking about it again! Leave me be!"

"Fine. We'll try this again when you've cooled off…"

"It'll be this side of forever then! Go babysit Mia and Kate! They were there too!" I slam down the window and head up to my sleeping loft to finish reading the supernatural shapeshifter/vampire YA manuscript I was working on.

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"CHRIS!" I sit upright from the freakiest dream that I have ever had and the only thought in my mind is that I want to see Chris and talking to him over the satellite phone isn't gonna cut it. Not after that crazy dream that I just had where things of Shining One origin attacked my Chris!

I know that Daddy and Jason will think that I'm just suffering from Christian withdrawal and looking for any excuse to go see him. I can't rely on any of my older siblings right now, cuz…

HELLO! KINKGATE!

Adam would instantly shoot me down. Parks is on a hot date with his Caro. Ros saved my ass once already and again hot date with Gwen. I'm not gonna get Hannah or Andrea into trouble so they're both out, well, that and Andrea has this way of making me cave and there is no way that I'm gonna rehash KINKGATE not even to Chris. This secret is staying buried until the day I die.

That leaves me borrowing one of Daddy's pride and joys and the only one currently with the keys still in the car is the Mclaren. I'm just hoping that the big brothers and Sam aren't still skulking around waiting for me to venture down from the treehouse and that the Dads and Uncle Jason are all still playing poker in the cellar in his soundproof Mancave.

I decided to dress the part. Seahawks baseball cap, jeans, lightweight hoodie, converse, and driving gloves. All black. Put on some night vision glasses, grab my go-bag for all contingencies, and I'm all set to go.

I grab my laptop and set to work on tweaking the gate, all the security cameras, and the NSA level security system into allowing me access for a short window of time. I checked all of the cameras feeds first of course and there are no signs of the kinky trio, the Dads and Jason are still playing high stakes poker in the mancave, TJ is down for the count in his room, and Gail's listening to her latest Nora Roberts novel while drinking an evening glass of wine and looking up new recipes to try.

I check my little wristlet to make sure that I've got plenty of cash, my Black AmEx, learners' permit, and all three cards that I earned from each driver's course just to be safe. I checked the traffic cams and it's pretty dead this time of night on a weekday. There are no concerts or major events between here and the football camp so it should be smooth sailing driving there. I can just make the Bainbridge Island last ferry of the night and then I'll just have to be good until I get where I can floor it. No sense causing too much attention, seeing as I'm gonna be borrowing Dad's car for a bit and there is that tiny little detail that I don't have my license and won't for a month and some change. That's if I'm not grounded for eternity. Not that I care right now, because I have to see Chris no matter what and I can't just link with him because he'll want to know what upset me enough to trigger the crazy dream and that would lead to him finding out about KINKGATE, so Dad's car it is. Besides, this way I can focus on locking all of that down before I get there…

I scoop Rascal up into my arms, because I have to put him in his luxury condo before I take off. Rascal can't be trusted not to go out patrolling everyone's trash cans and tomorrow is trash day. It doesn't take me long to get him set for the night. Peppy was dead to the world in his own condo in the treehouse and he doesn't get into nearly as much mischief as my adorable Rascal does on trash day eves.

I triple set all the various types of locks to his bachelor pad, as he's a sneaky little imp and a master escape artist. Then I blow him a kiss and head towards millionaire row. Home to Daddy's collection of super, vintage, and muscle cars. The stars are shining on me that Daddy's Mclaren is still parked in the everyday side of the hanger sized garage because Jason hasn't had time to fit it with the LoJack as of yet. I've temporarily disabled the doors in front of where the Mac is parked so that I can manually open them without making a sound.

The garage is quite not a soul in sight and the doors are so well oiled that they don't even make the slightest bit of sound as I reach down to open the one behind Daddy's newest toy. I quietly sprint over to the drivers side door. There are no handles, so it takes me a sec to find the nearly invisible button on the side of the door and nearly squeal in surprise that they're butterfly doors too!

WOW! Daddy got all the bells and whistles for this baby!

Note to self, next time check out full specks on the car before borrowing it.

I get myself all comfy on the buttery leather seats and then reach up to close the door. I strap myself in with the seatbelt and take measure of all the instruments in front of me. The key fob is in place, so I turn it onto on position, but there isn't an obvious start button anywhere! Cripes! Am I gonna have to read the owner's manual in the glove compartment just to figure out how to start this blooming thing?! My hand lands on the gear shift and the top of it flick open revealing that the start button is on top of the gear shift! I'm seriously having second thoughts that I'll even be able to drive this thing! It's like the blooming Batmobile inside! I send up a prayer to the Powers above that it growls instead of roars when I touch the start button and again it's like between a growl and a roar, so I thank the maker that the garage is virtually soundproof too! A glance at my watch tells me that I've got twenty minutes and change to get going before everything resets again, so I carefully back it out of the garage onto the drive. I study the door for a lever and of course, there isn't an obvious one so it takes me a second or two to find the lever next to the seat to open the door again so that I can close the garage door!

Fricking! Super Cars! I love them but they always have to make them so fricking complicated!

Finally, I put the car into gear and maneuver the growling beast down our long driveway and out the open front gates. Where I once again have to get out race over to the security panel and enter the code to close them after me. I love that Daddy has state of the art radar detectors in all of his toys and I switch it on before taking off down the street. I've got a ferry to catch and the clock is ticking!

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I've made excellent time because this time of night traffic is nonexistent and thanks to the radar detector I've managed to keep under the radar of law enforcement while really opening her up on the highway. It's nearly four when I pull up to the 24hr service station to top off the tank again and refuel with some choice snacks before making the final trek down the 101 to the camp. I pay the night clerk for my gas and snacks and then head back to the silver beast. Carefully set my snacks on the blanket that I've thrown over the passenger side seat. Strap in and it's off to the final stretch.

ANASTASIA ROSE STEELE! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND!?

CRIPES!

Adam just fucking tossed me out of my bunk to wake me up because you fucking jacked Ray's new car! Charlie Tango is sitting on the football field as we speak because Adam flew GEH's new helicopter here to give us the heads up that you've lost your bloody mind! Ray's practically stroking out because Carla is going to geld him and send his toy collection to the scrap heap for leaving the keys in the car, to begin with so he's in it as deep as you are if he even thinks of calling out the hounds to bring you back! Have you even checked out the rearview or are you relying on the detector to avoid any and all patrol cars in your path?! I'm sorry that I missed your calls three times, but we have a fucking link for a reason! Pact be damned if you're this freaked out to pull a stunt like this one! You don't even have a valid driver's license yet! Those special licenses don't count in the eyes of the law! Wasn't joyriding around the track in a Formula 1 racer enough for you!? You're damn lucky that Taylor is tight with any and all means of law enforcement and explained that, nearly sixteen or not, you're more than qualified to handle anything on wheels! All they're doing is shadowing you and drooling at your wheels! I get that you had a shitter of a day yesterday but borrowing your Dad's new pride and joy in the middle of the night is extreme even for you, Anastasia Rose!

I had a crazy scary dream that was so clear that it freaked me out and I had to see that you were okay in person! Spirit Wolves, Cold Ones with these creepy crimson red eyes and others with golden ones…They were after you…it was so real…!

No more reading supernatural manuscripts at night for you! Then again it might be you tuning in to how I'm reacting to the crazy weird that is both Forks and La Push…there is some crazy weird shit going down here…Forks is a freak show when it comes to anyone visiting it or patronizing their businesses. The locals all stare or point at you like you're some kind of anomaly and whisper under their voices like it's against town law or something to eat in at their pizza joint or café in town unless you're one of them. The girls there seem to like to stalk newcomers too! I tell you it's been one crazy month out here! That and all they talk about is some epic wedding between the Police Chief's daughter and the town prince. La Push is even worse! They have some insane rules about who and who doesn't get to use their beach and a war with a neighboring family that rivals some of the most infamous neighborly feuds across time! They even have a name for them, and a sign posted that all Cold Ones are banned from stepping foot on La Push soil!

And I thought that I was suffering a shit show all month at my camp! While Chris and the boys are all good with embracing all things weird and strange they also have a limit and it sounds like Forks and La Push have beyond surpassed it. Chris does not rant like this ever…What kind of feud has the Quileute's calling a local family vampires?! Then again their tribal lore does revolve around spirit wolves that a layman would call werewolves and weres are the sworn enemies of vampires…

They take it to the extreme too! I thought their Hulk-sized teenagers there were gonna rip Ethan and me in half because we dared step foot on their sacred land to go surfing on La Push beach! There has to be something in the water or even in the fish that they catch that has caused all of the boys our age and a few younger to grow into bodies that the Rock would envy! Get this! Their chief's son ran off because the girl that he was crushing on and also his best girl fell hard for the youngest son of the family that they've vowed to destroy, and it's gotten them up in arms about anyone that even remotely resembles any member of their mortal enemies. Ethan and I evidently look like we could be close family members at least in their eyes! There was only one sane kid in the bunch who was the voice of reason, but I think that it was when I stepped on a crushed shell enough that I was bleeding that all of them relaxed enough in our presence to allow us to enjoy the water. I'm telling you now we are never coming back here again! So, don't ask, because the answer is no! I can't wait until you arrive so that we can all load up into Charlie Tango and get the hell out of this freak show! Parks is going to drive the Mclaren back home! I mean Cold Ones and don't get me started on their Dior sized wolves! Nothing like listening to howling at all hours of the night, then again having seen one myself on our hike, they can howl anytime they like! I just wanna head home and be your shadow, because Parks filled me in on what went down yesterday. You must not have done enough damage, or the predator didn't seek medical treatment after getting tasered in the balls. It's not on any of the security cameras so they can't run a facial ID on the pervert to nail his ass to the wall. Why didn't you report it to one of the officers that always patrol the park? Better yet why the hell didn't you press your panic button, Anastasia Rose!

Flight or Flee kicked in and we just wanted to get as far away from the park as we could! It wasn't that bad the perv was wearing superman boxers, so we weren't blinded for life. I think he was doing some sort of initiation for some clique…

I don't care, Ana! Next time press your panic button!

I've already gotten this lecture until my ears were bleeding and I fled to my treehouse after dinner! I promise to hit the panic button on my bracelet! You can't come to the last days of Cheer/Dance camp! You'll start a riot and I'll have to scalp the panting hussies bald for trying to pounce on you! It was a onetime thing! Never gonna happen again! We were in the wrong place at the wrong time!

Ana, your days flying free without a CPO are over. Jason is beyond pissed. Parks seriously thinks that you're hiding something major about what really went down in that park today and has told him that he wants backup. Sam's gonna shadow all of you during camp…

We'll wear our trackers! Sam isn't needed! It's a secure campus! Nothing happened! I took care of the situation! We're fine!

I don't think you get a choice, Ana. What's with you not wanting Sam taking point?

Nothing…I just think that the less of a spotlight on us the better…having an FBI special agent suddenly hanging around camp would light social media on fire that there was a threat against one of us and our dads called in the FBI to protect us. The girls there are just itching to record something that they can send to TMZ and make bank on it.

It's not like Sam's gonna flash her badge or wear her jacket, Ana. She's just being a protective big sister watching over her younger siblings…

Camp is only a few more days. It's bad enough that we have to deal with a bunch of jealous catty bitches and now having a babysitter is gonna be added to the mix…You know what! I'm done! I'm being punished for defending my big sisters from a Flasher in the park!

Okay…calm down…no Sam…I'll get Adam to make it happen…he's pissed at Logan, El, and Sam right now so it shouldn't be that difficult…You will have to deal with having me and the guys as your shadows though and as for any of the catty bitches panting over me, uh, babe, you've well and truly more than staked your claim on me with the Claddagh promise ring on my left-hand ring finger and the betrothal leather Claddagh bracelet on my wrist. All of us are taken so they're all SOL. Full disclosure. The bracelet nearly got us into having to partake in an epic smackdown the likes that even WrestleMania has never seen because the guy who won the heart of the Police Chief's daughter that all of them think is Lucifer incarnate, except for one kid Seth about your age maybe a little younger, sports one nearly identical to it only his has his family crest on it instead of a Claddagh. He had to point out that, the ring, my eye color, golden bronze skin that didn't would you believe sparkle when the sun hit it, my beach bum copper-red unruly hair, the five o'clock red-gold shadow on my jawline, and if that's not enough to make you believe me that everyone here is batshit crazy…I don't speak as if I just walked out of one of your Jane Austen novels and this Edward guy is a modern-day Mr. Darcy. These people here are certifiable! We are never coming back here ever again! I mean it, Baby! Don't ask the answer is NO!

Geez! It sounds like you're in the middle of some modern-day Romeo and Juliet saga or something! The Chief's daughter being Juliet, the town Prince being Romeo, and the Quileute Chief's son rounds out the three of them as Paris. The only plus side is that this story seems to be leaning towards a HEA instead of the two star-crossed lovers choosing to tragically off themselves and the rival decided to get gone by the sounds of things. The irony to this whole soap opera unfolding down there being that you seem to be a dead ringer for Romeo and decided to choose Paris's home turf to surf at!

Get gone is an understatement! There are 'Have you seen this boy?' flyers and billboards everywhere for this Jacob Black kid who's two years younger than the Chief's daughter by the way, so to me it's more like he was seriously crushing on her and wanting to take their childhood friendship to the next level while she was already gone over this Cullen guy and pressed his luck by pursuing an already spoken for girl. Zero sympathy in my eyes. He couldn't handle that he had no chance at all with her and took off to go lick his wounded ego leaving his friends and families worried out of their minds about if he's ever even coming back or not. That's all on Black not on Cullen.

We don't know if the Chief's daughter was giving the younger suitor false signals, nor do we know the whole backstory. Though, I see your point about ever going back. I don't think even I'm ready for that level of weird and that's saying something coming from me. I'm The Queen of seeking out anything and everything weird or out of this world.

Your Spidey sense would be going tilt, baby. I'll see you in about ten, seeing as you're flooring it and smoking your tails in your dust. I'm assuming that you're wearing the special ops night vision glasses, seeing as the McLaren can easily go 200mph easy and you're currently lead footing the gas. Shit, Ana! You just got clocked at 209! Slow it the fuck down!

Cripes! Sorry about that! I'm easing on up on the gas, now! In my defense there's zero traffic and thanks to all the defensive driving courses I'm an expert at it. Well, that and this baby moves when you barely tap the gas!

You do know that you've just kissed your R8 Spider goodbye, right? Though, I know you'll look adorable driving a classic VW Bug for your first set of wheels.

Not funny, Christian…

Not laughing, baby. You'll be lucky if it isn't school bus yellow at this rate. Pray that you haven't cost yourself being able to join me in flying lessons this fall and don't even think about the two of us pulling the emancipation card threat, because your actions just blew that ace right out of contention. We're grounded here for the next little while…

Sorry, not, sorry! I needed to see you and they refused to see the writing in shouting capitals all evening! They chose to ignore my silent pleas, so I took matters into my own hands after dreaming that crazy dream about you being hurt…

The parentals think that we'd both grown out of having to be near each other and are all still of the mindset that it's a phase that we'll grow out of…

Tell me something that I don't know already! They just choose to ignore our link completely! All because even after all of this time their minds can't comprehend that we can't be apart for long periods of time with no contact or one of us snaps! Cripes! I just realized that I don't really know where the turn off to where you're staying is…

You can't miss it. Just look for the flare…

The Flare?! What in the world…

I slow down when I see Chris all serious-faced, standing there next to a road flare with his thumb out like he's trying to hitch a ride. I pull up right next to him and hit the passenger's side window button to lower it just enough so that he can hear me. "I'd offer you a ride, but my Daddy warned me about picking up demi-gods in training on the side of the road." I blink innocently up at him and bite my lip.

Chris, ever the Eagle scout, extinguishes the flare before rounding the car, where he then easily finds the button to open the driver's side door that effortlessly swings open. He then ducks inside easily adjusting the seat back so that he can reach across me and clear off the passenger seat. He then proceeds to release my seat belt, scoop me up, and place me there. All the while mind you without saying a single word. Telling me that now is not the time to crawl back into his lap and hug the life out of him like Elmyra from that Tiny Toons cartoon. He's not even smiling another serious sign that he's passed thermonuclear and it is taking him everything that he has not to give in to the urge to throttle me right now. I wisely fasten my seatbelt and stare straight ahead when he takes my place in the drivers seat and closed the door.

"209 miles per hour, Anastasia Rose…" He growls softly, fixing the seat to his specification then grips the steering wheel with both hands.

My eyes widen that's max speed for this car at least I think it is. Crap. I was on serious autopilot.

"You zipped passed logging trucks… heavy hauler semis…patrol cars…"

In my defense it was a straight shot when I passed the big wheelers and the logging trucks…Not a curve in sight and the other side of the road was clear for miles. I honestly don't recall passing any patrol cars, but then I was rocking out to Green Day on repeat the whole drive so…

"You drifted around the corners like a street racer…"

Well, that was just plain fun, seeing as the odds of me ever getting to drive another beast like this until I was eighteen were slim to none…

"You could have…" He hasn't even started the car; his hands are white-knuckling the steering wheel in an effort not to pull his hair bald. "It's the god damned wilderness out here, Anastasia Rose! You could have ended up off a cliff or plowed into an elk streaking across the fucking road! Fucking hell! Ana!" He snarls under his breath.

I'd rather hear him roaring like an angry lion, because right now he is incapable of that and I'm in serious crap if he's that far gone past thermonuclear! This calls for bringing out the big guns. Not that it's gonna be hard, as I've reached my breaking point after yesterday and that dream really did scare the ever-loving crap out of me.

My breath hitches and the first big fat tear rolls down my cheek.

Chris pinches the bridge of his nose, closes his eyes, and wills himself to calm down. "You…are…my life…baby…I couldn't survive…" he growls hoarsely.

Temper or not, I unlock my seat belt, crawl over the console onto his lap, and then cling to him as my life depended on it. His arms wrap around me and I burrow my face against his shoulder. "I'm sorry…I know that this was crazy stupid, but the dream was so real…I tried to tell Daddy that I needed to see you hours before that and he brushed it off as usual…it was so horrible and I can't ever unsee any of it…" I burst into tears.

Chris soothingly rubs my back, kisses me on the head, tucks my head under his chin, and hugs me closer. "Shh…baby…it's gonna be alright. I've got you…I'm not going anywhere…" he croons soothingly.

OoOoO

A little while later…

The driver's side door swings up making me jump, but Chris just tucks me even closer to him. "Ana comes first…" He snarls at whomever dared to disturb us.

"Yeah, well, it's going on 5am. We've given you thirty minutes…I've arranged for every law enforcement charity in the state to receive a massive donation to their charitable organizations. Charlie Tango is loaded up and cleared for immediate takeoff. Ryan, Jose, and Paul left with all the gear ten minutes ago in the SUV'S. Marcus, Ethan, and Barney are already in the bird. Jeff is waiting to take Ray's new pride and joy back home. All that's left is for you to carry baby sister to that golf cart right over there, so that we can head to the field, load up in Charlie and get the hell out of Freak central or would you rather we all relocate here to Forks?" Adam tiredly growls down at the two of us.

"When hell freezes over! I never want to visit this place ever again!" Chris lets me go to grab my go-bag and get my snacks.

"Up you go, baby sister," Adam reaches in and scoops me out of his arms, so that he can carry me over to the waiting golf cart. "Next time call me, and I'll bring you to him…Jeff and I know all about what knowing your creative mind has already classified as Kinkgate or something along those lines. Well done getting our two curious little foolish kittens out of the lion's den. It's all been handled." He whispers quickly in my ear as he sets me down in the back seat of the cart.

"I didn't want them to get into trouble…" I sniffle, praying that I've locked all of it deep enough in my mind that Chris won't ever be able to pick up on it.

"Yeah, I figured as much." Adam kisses my forehead.

I've never hidden this big of a secret from him before, so the effort is giving me a colossal migraine. "My head's coming off…" I whimper miserably, close my eyes, and lay my head back against the seat.

"Marcus will fix you up as soon as we get you settled in Charlie Tango and we have air sickness bags just in case too…"

"Ana?" Chris arrives just in time to hear Adam mention Marcus and he tosses my stuff into the front seat so that he can sit in the back and take care of me. "What's wrong…you're blocking me out again…why do you need Marcus to fix you up…come on, baby. Talk to me, so I can help…" He goes to pull me closer to him.

"For fuck's sake, Christian! She's had one thing happen to her after another in less than a day!" Adam slams his fist against the steering wheel.

"Oh…god…" His concern and Adams mention of yesterday, coupled with my stress headache triggers me to bolt out of the cart and then throw up spectacularly in some of the bushes along the roadside.

"Shit!" Chris races to my side. "I'm so sorry…I'm just worried…I didn't mean to trigger a migraine from hell…" He croons, holding my hair out of the way with one hand while soothingly rubbing circles on my back.

"Better to purge it out now than when we're up in the bird…" Adam waited me out with until I was ready for the water bottle in his hand.

"Ha, ha, not laughing…" I croak hoarsely, collapsing back into Chris's arms. "I hate throwing up…"

Chris scoops me up into his arms and carries me back to the golf cart where settles us both in the back seat, takes off my ballcap and begins to work magic with his fingers by gently massaging my head. "Get us to Charlie Tango and Marcus, Adam. Then call in a change of flight plan to the landing pad at the Farm. We'll call that Switzerland for the time being, because she's at her limit and she always comes first."

"Already one step ahead of you." Adam heads us towards what I assume is the football field where he'd landed Charlie Tango.

"The Grans are letting them all have it, huh?" Chris kept his growl low as not to make my head any worse than it already was.

"They made the colossal error of calling them first, before Jeff and I left for Boeing Field. So, yeah, you could say that Jason and Ray are feeling the wrath of the Grans for not getting Ana to you after she'd reached her breaking point. Grandpa T added that the two of you were more than capable of being independent young adults and were only humoring them all while you waited for the rest of the gang to fledge the nest with you. GEH and GP were both already on the fast track to become multibillion-dollar empires by the time Ana turned eighteen. Holding you back or keeping you both apart for long periods of time was only going to create even more situations like Ana borrowing Ray's new wheels. This was all on their heads and that Ana had taken it on herself to seek out her other half whether they approved of it or not. Granny T snarked that Ray and Carrick better not try to discipline Ana because then they'd have to explain their reasons why and their wives would finally send their overpriced hot wheels to the auction house and all proceeds would go to the foundations. Well, that and why'd they make her take all those fancy driving courses if you never wanted her to put them all to good use? It wasn't like she couldn't handle Ray's latest toy better than he could…That's all I caught before heading out."

"I'll still be saddled with an adorable classic VW Bug for my first car and that will be punishment enough…can one even reach 80 without the engine blowing up on you? How am I gonna outrun the paps in a Bug…" I grumble under my breath.

"You never know, pixie," Adam chuckles. "You'll just have to wait and see what the future holds for your sixteenth."

"It's amazing what you can do with a classic." Chris kisses the top of my head and I close my eyes and let myself fall into an exhausted sleep while being cradled in the safety and comfort of his arms.