A/N: My homecoming was last night and I was working the golf course a bit earlier and it was like 39 degrees outside. Crazy… but my boyfriend's best friend thinks I can get jiggy on the dancefloor. Kinda afraid to see his reaction on Monday. My boyfriend wasn't there…. Hehe…. Yeah…

This came to me yesterday and I planned it out a little more last night and I decided it would be something much like 'A Milestone'. I loved writing 'A Milestone' because of the detailed way I could get it down and I had to get this in again. Kevin's POV

Disclaimer: you're readin' Skylark Evanson. This is owned by Man of Action, not me.

Cancellation

I knew this would be the last dance of the year. Maybe for our lives, her college career not counting. I couldn't help but feel so thrilled that Gwen would be going to college to a place where I could somewhat follow her. She was headed off to Harvard and I was lucky enough to score a job nearby so that it was only about a half hour drive to see Gwen. It was amazing that our luck had just turned out that way. I somewhat hated luck and somewhat loved it. It was a give and take sort of thing, depending on how you looked at it.

She was riding shotgun, smiling as she stared out of the car's tinted windows. Her emerald eyes sparkled as we passed under every streetlight, the glow casting a soft light across her porcelain features.

I have to say that I'm the kind of guy who hates dancing, dressing up, proms, public places, loud music, prep school kids, strobe lights, spotlights, guys in tuxedos that look like penguins (I don't look like one, obviously) and anything somewhat related to that. But yet I looked forward to the dances that Gwen's school held.

Why? Because of Gwen. Gwen asked me to go with her. Gwen was mine and only mine. It was a show of power to be able to overcome all the stuff I hate to go to a dance with her and just be able to somewhat relax.

Somewhat only because every other dance we had tried to go to Ben ended up ruining.

I have to say that my favorite was the spring formal that she invited me to. Oh yes, Ben found the best way of screwing that up. I loved the idea of him rampaging and eating everything to create a nest for his cute little Big Chill babies. Ha. That boy… I love him for some things. Everything else, not so much. Everything else, I pretty much hate the boy for.

For her homecoming dance last year, she called me and told me I didn't have to learn how to dance or about spoons and stuff and she said she just wanted to go and have a good time.

We did. For ten seconds. Then Ben and Vulkanus decided to smash through the roof and break the DJ station and that was that. Fighting him off in front of a whole entire prep school of preppy teenagers that would bug Gwen for months about it was like living my worst nightmare. But my worst nightmare was really all that plus the prep school being in the Null Void and add in some Null Guardians and that Dr. Animo guy. I don't even know where he came from.

Then we had junior prom. Julie was having spasms in Ben's car so he decided to call us and turned out she was just choking on a marshmallow. Yeah, he ruined a lot of things for us when it came to dances.

Senior prom. Different story. I had my badge turned off for the night. Ben was safely locked away in his room with some bodyguards (I called in a few favors to make sure he didn't do anything stupid). His parents promised that they would keep him in there so he didn't ruin anything for once in his life. And Julie was safely studying at her house, locked away by a few guys that I had called to protect her. Yes, it would be perfect.

I loved calling in favors.

My eyes fell to Gwen once more. Her dress was short, a whole foot above her knees. And for a girl as reserved as her, that was a lot. She went from this long and gorgeous white dress from the first dance to a short, fiery red one with ebony black leaves stemming off of it everywhere, my black leather jacket hanging over her strapless shoulders. Her hair was in a light ponytail over one shoulder, long and hanging limp. She liked wearing it up to keep it out of her eyes and I liked it down so I could run my fingers through it. I still wasn't exactly satisfied, but I could deal with it. I could still pull her ponytail out whenever I wanted to and she would yell at me and I would just stare at her like an innocent puppy.

Being a con-artist has perks. It means that my puppy-face is killer.

She looked over at me and I threw her a soft smile. I got the same back in return, her whole face lighting up as she smiled. Yes, Gwen's smiles are killer. She so gorgeous.

I turned the wheel and felt my Camaro glide into the parking lot of her school, spotlights already shining across the sky like beacon's through the fog on the shore. The school's light were all on inside, flashing blue and pink and green and gold and black and white. It was like a billion strobe lights were throwing a party instead of a high school.

"This is going to be amazing." Her words were hardly more than a breath and I could barely hear her over the cars roaring into the parking lot behind me. My gaze found Gwen again and she was staring out the window in anticipation, eyes alight with excitement.

Did she know that I had wiped out every single possibility that this night could be ruined? No. Was I going to tell her that she was right and that this was going to be the best night of our lives? No. Why would I? Who knows and who cares? I wasn't going to make a promise that I couldn't back up a hundred percent. I'd gotten as close to a hundred percent as I could get, but I could guarantee almost anyone that something would go wrong and that it would involve Ben.

I slipped my car into a spot between a pick-up truck and a small sedan. I threw the gearshift into park and checked my badge to be sure that it was off. I showed it to Gwen really fast and she smiled as I slid it into the console between our seats. "Tonight is for us," I told her with a smile, leaning across the car so that our lips could touch.

Her tongue touched mine and I reached over and my hands were curling around her warm, thin waist before I knew what I was doing. She was trying to get closer to me as we moved together, the only thing keeping us apart was the fact that we were in the front seat instead of the backseat. We'd had a lot of nights that began with this and we always took it to the backseat. But instead, I broke us apart before I was too tempted to get my tongue to wrestle right back with hers. "We have a dance to go to, remember?" I said, trying not to be upset that we had broken apart over something so simply stupid. I really just wanted to take her to the backseat so that we could continue this for a little bit longer.

"Yeah," she breathed softly, pulling away from me, her short dress showing enough of her thighs to make me crazy all over again. "A dance." Her emerald eyes glittered as emotions of joy and love and lust danced across her gaze. I couldn't help but want to lean over and kiss her again. Harder this time.

I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and pushed open my door of the car. I vaulted over the hood and over the blower before going around her side and opening up the door for her. I offered her my hand.

She smirked at me, not quite disapproving. Almost playful. "Quit being such a show off, Mr. Macho Kevin." She took my hand delicately and I pulled her out of her seat and closed the door behind her. "You may be a con-artist, but we're at my school now so you need to get off that high horse of yours and remember that we're only human here." She leaned into my chest and stared up at me with those gorgeous emerald eyes. "Okay?"

I nodded and gulped down the grin that threatened to play across my face. Asking me to be serious was like asking me to sign my own death warrant. And I gave her my soft, innocent smile. "Alright, Gwen. Whatever you say."

Again, she smirked and began to walk off towards the school, her hips swaying seductively. It almost hurt not to be closer to her. I followed quickly, trying not to trip in the fancy shoes Max had let me borrow. I always preferred my combat boots, but they always say that you can't always get what you want.

We were almost out of the final row of cars when my phone went off, screeching Katy Perry's song "Teenage Dream". I had to respect her for her music and crazy lyrics…

Gwen turned on her heels. "Can you at least turn the volume down and put it on vibrate?" she asked me with begging eyes. She made her way slowly back to me and took my hand in her hand. "We need to get to the dance, remember?"

That was easy enough to just get lost in her eyes as I tried to get to make her happy. "Yeah, I got it, give me a second," I said, distracted as I fished the small thing out of my pocket. I read the caller ID and my mom's name was right across the screen. "It's my mom." I looked up at her, practically pleading to answer it. My mom hardly ever called and when she did, it was something seriously important.

"Go ahead," she breathed, still holding my hand and nestling her face into my chest. I wrapped one arm around her waist. I clicked the phone with my other hand and held it to my ear. "Hey, Ma."

All I could hear was a breathy voice over the end of the phone. "I need you, Kevin. Now. Your stepfather's taking me to the hospital and-" The line cut dead suddenly.

"Aw, crap," I hissed, looking at the phone softly glowing screen to see that the call had been cut short by the dead line. Someone had either hung up for her or she had hit a dead zone. I looked down into Gwen's worried eyes that glistened with premature tears. I tightened my grip around her waist and opened my mouth begin speaking until she cut me off without warning.

"Go."

I gave her a sad smile and kissed her forehead, stroking her cheek with the pad of my thumb. "Gwe-"

Her lips crashing fiercely against mine silenced me in the cold night, the lights still flashing across the starlit sky as our plans for the dance unraveled before our eyes. I reached up and stroked my fingers through her hair as our moments dwindled down. Her tongue found mine and we wrestled for a few mere moments. We knew this was the only possibility that could've ever crashed this night. I held her tightly against my body.

At last, when we finally broke apart, she was the first to speak. "Kevin, don't tell me that you're not going to your mom because I know that if anyone is the most important thing to you then it's her. She's the only thing you've got left and you need her more than you like to admit." She snuggled into my chest, her arms wrapping around my neck to get her fingers laced into my thick raven-colored hair. "I love you, but I know that if anyone comes before me, it's her."

I breathed in the cold night air and the scent of her pumpkin shampoo floated up to me in the darkness. "Only three things could ever come before you, Gwen. And you're lucky that only two of them are left for me to protect now. I'm so sorry."

Her eyes stared up at me in curiosity, glittering in the faint light. I knew she had questions. I knew I had answers. But I also had to get my own answers.

"My mom and the security of the universe." I gave her one last passionate kiss for the night before curling her body into my with a desperate hug. Then I raced back to the car in my cold and fearing silence, praying for my mother's safety until I could get there. Like Gwen said, she was all I had left.

A/N: part two will come later. Thanks for reading! Please review!

~Sky