A/N: This is my take on what would happen after Opal. I have this whole story planned out, I just have to write it.

Chapter 1

Daemon had found her curled in a ball, in the middle of the cage. Most likely trying to keep as much distance from the onyx bars, that made up her cage. Daemon had stopped and stared at his Katy, who looked weak, and broken. Daemon had felt all her physical pain, but not the emotion one. His heart had broke over and over again during the past few weeks that Katy had been gone. Every time he felt the second hand pain from the bond between him and his kitten, his heart felt as if was being ripped out. The physical pain didn't measure up, to the emotional pain of knowing his Katy, was going through it, alone. That his Katy was taken.

"Katy," Daemon had called out to her, after snapping out of his revere. But she didn't lift her head, she just sniffled into her hands. He felt as if he couldn't breath, as if her reply and the oxygen had been sucked out of the small cage, gone dragging his sanity with it. When he reached over and gently touched the back of her neck, he would've never guessed her reaction. She pulled away, harshly, and pulled her knees closer to her face.

"Katy its me Daemon," he whispered, moving her hair from her face. Daemon bit his tongue, holding back any curse words, as he took a look at her usually flustered face. She was pale. Her cheeks were sunken in, and he could spot purple bruises, trailing down her neck. Daemon had touched her cheek softly, trying to make her open her eyes. She had slowly opened her eyes, which were glistening with unshed tears. Strange emotions, churned in her eyes. Her eyes had held the look of fear. As if she was scared. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out, and Daemon's heart ached for the sound of her voice. Slowly but surely he had pulled her up, gently, and they steadily walked out of the cage, and than walked out of the burning building, not a sound leaving her mouth, but an understanding in her eyes, that brought hope to Daemon's broken heart.

Daemon watched her, as she snuggled into his bed. Her hands curled into fists, clutching at is blanket, and her face void of emotion. Once they came back from their rescue mission, they decided to hide out in Matthew's cottage. The first thing Daemon did when he stepped into Matthews house cradling Katy, was rush towards a spare bed room, and check her for any injuries. She had a bruised rib, and many cuts and bruise along her body, but that seemed to be the extent of her injuries. Daemon knew better than, to hope, that they hand't done anything that would emotionally hurt her. He bent down on his knees, and gently stroked her creamy skin. She had slept three full nights, since they had saved her, and Daemon's whole body screamed to wake her up, to hold her, to touch her. But he knew better. She needed her sleep, and Daemon knew better than to disturb her.

"Daemon?" Dee whispered, her head poking in through the a jar door. Daemon got off of his knees, and gently stroked her calm face once, before turning towards his sister.

"Yeah?" he asked, closing the door behind him.

"We were going to go to the lake," she says sheepish. They had been going swimming down at the lake every since they got Katy back, and since they've known she'd be okay. Every day Daemon would decline. He couldn't leave Katy. It didn't bother him that they were having fun, while Katy was sick. It was understandable. Dawson had his girl back, and she need a constant activity to keep her mind of the DOD. He didn't mind, he just wished they didn't ask him.

"You know my answer to that," he said, looking back at the door that his Kitten lay behind.

"Alright, I-" she began softly, using her sisterly puppy eyes on him. Showing her sympathy. Daemon hated how they all had become soft around him, always whispering, and judging him with there eyes. He now understood what Dawson had been through. They looked at him as if he were about to run away.

Why would he? He had Katy back.

Daemon settled back into the spare room, that Katy was sleeping in, and stalked towards the chair beside her bed. It was a dinning room chair, which he had dragged up the stairs, and positioned right beside Katy's bed. He hadn't wanted to sleep beside her, for platonic reasons. He didn't want the DOD to attack, and for him not to be on red alert. Matthew had promised that the cottage wasn't under his name, but Daemon was on edge. He had Katy back, but at the same time didn't.

The shuffling of blankets, broke Daemon out of his revere.

Daemon stared at Katy's small frame, as her body squirmed under the thick blankets, and small sounds of protests made its way out of her lips. They weren't words, but it was better than nothing. Daemon got off of his chair, and leaned over, the squirming Katy. He gently tugged the blanket closer to her body, as she began to move around. He placed his large hands, on her tiny frame, holding her still, as her eyes opened wide. She searched to room, with fear, and her breathing came out fast, and heavy.

"Hey," he whispered, moving a piece of her hair away from her face. Stroking her cheek, in a soft, soothing way. "Your safe."

She shot up, her back straight up against the beds head board. Her eyes staring at him, unwavering, void of all emotion. Daemon hearts clenched, watching his Katy in this state. He slowly, stroked her face, and watched as she just stared at him. She didn't lean into his touch, and he wanted to cry. Katy, if she was pissed or not, would still have leaned into his touch. He moved his hand back, and dropped his arm at his side.

"We saved you," he told her calmly staring into her unwavering gaze, "were in a remote cottage, they cant find us." For now. But Daemon didn't tell her that.

She nodded her head slowly, showing Daemon she understood what he was saying, but not yet opening her plush lips, and using her beautiful voice.

Her stomach growled.

Daemon chuckled to himself, and looked to Katy. Her face was still void of emotion, and Daemon's chuckles died. He wished with all his luxen heart that she would have blushed, or said something sarcastic that would make him take a couple of seconds before responding. Because the Katy he loved-yes loved- was feisty, she would rather die, than allow Daemon to laugh at her freely. She had sass that never failed to make him smile. Daemon gathered himself up, and told Katy quietly that he was going to get her a cup of soup.

He walked down the stairs with a purpose. Although Katy wasn't fully there, apart of her was. And Daemon loved every part of her. The part that was sitting on the bed, aching, and emotionally drained, was still Katy. And he still loved her. He hardily walked towards the kitchen, heating up a can of soup. He waited patiently for it to be finished, before putting it into a mug, and trekking up the stairs.

"Here," he said, a small smile on his lips, as he passed her the warm mug. He watched as her small hands gently take away the cup, and he felt a sizzle as her bare skin touched his He watched as she slowly sipped at the cup, her back straight, her eyes staring in front of her, out across the room. She looked as if she was robot, each move jerky, and stiff. Daemon walked around the bed, and took a seat beside her. His back against the head board, and watched her eat. Slowly his hands made it to her hair, untangling her dry hair. He struggled at many points, and finally gave up untangling the clumps of hair.

When she finally finished her soup, still staring a head, passed the cup to Daemon, who shocked, placed it on the night stand. She continued to stare ahead, her gaze unwavering. Daemon got up, slowly, and quietly told her he'd be right back. He walked out of the room, and towards the room that both Ash, and Dee were staying. He opened one of there suitcases, and took a mismatching pair of bathing suit bottoms and top. He walked back towards the room, and opened the door to find Katy, staring ahead, in the exact position he had left her.

"Okay," he said mostly to himself. " Do you need help showering?" She just continued to stare ahead, a broken doll, of the girl he loved. He slowly walked towards her, and cupped her face in his hand. She drew light soothing circles on her cheek, trying to make her eye sight turn to his, but she didn't. She just continued to stare ahead.

She needed a shower, to wash off all the grim and dirt that surrounded her already abused body. She gently reached for her hand, and pulled her out of bed. She stood, stick straight, in front of him, her eyes looking beyond his shoulder. He gently pried her hands open, and placed the mismatching pair of bathing suits/

"Please, just put this on." He begged, if he had to change her, he found that he might break down. It wasn't that he didn't want to see her naked body. No he had many selfish, naughty fantasies as to what the night would be like when she was home. He just wouldn't be able to know that she wasn't okay, that she wasn't fully there. He turned around, and held his breath. And almost adamantly he heard, the shuffling of fabric, and the oof sound it made as it touched the floor. A part of him wanted to turn around, to see his girl in action- actually doing something- but knew that wasn't proper, and waited a couple seconds after the shuffling stopped.

He turned around, and his eyes felt as if they were going to pop out of his head. He had seen Katy in a tasty red bathing suit before, but that one had fit her. The purple, bra like bathing suit top, barely fit her chest. He reached over, and pulled the bra like bathing suit top, in a better position. Trying to preserve her modesty. He could feel his body heating up, just by looking at her. He bit his lip, bringing him down from his lust full fanaticises, and breathed in and out.

"Thank you," he whispered. He clasped his hand and with hers, and slowly walked towards the enjoined washroom.

He lifted her small body, up and on top of the counter, and turned to the tub. He turned the hot tap on with a lot of force, before turning the cold on a little. Making sure it was at right temperature, he plugged the draining hole shut. He turned back towards his Katy, and gently stroked her face, hoping that touching her would wake her up. But she continued to stare at something behind him. He wanted to throw something, to kick something, to kill someone. But he wouldn't, not when he could be spending that time making his Kitten better. Because that's what he was going to do. He was going to make Katy better.

Once the tub filled to a good height, Daemon turned off the faucet, and lifted Katy off the counter, like a little child and placed her in the warm water. Daemon took one look at her in the tub, and walked out of the washroom, and straight to his luggage. He found a pair of black swim shorts, and threw them on. He stalked back into the washroom, and lifted her out of the tub, taking her spot. He looked at her, her dripping bathing suit clad body. The bathing suit top was sliding down slowly, because of the water. He looked away from her ample breast and reached for her hand. When there hands were clasped tightly together, and he guided her body, so that she was sitting in between his legs. His body was buzzing with the feel of so much bare skin, touching, but calmed him self down. And reached around her grabbing the soap. He gently washed, all the bare body he could reach that wasn't hidden away by the small piece of fabric that was supposedly a bathing suit. It was a strangely intimate moment, even though it was one sided. He wished with all his might that she was here, or fully here, to be in the moment. But she wasn't. Daemon squeezed the shampoo in his hand, and rubbed it together before massaging her scalp. He tugged through her tangled hair, as gentle as he could, before washing out the shampoo and changing it for conditioner. He reached for the comb, and combed through her knots silently.

After finishing combing her hair, and washing every body part that was respectfully not covered by the bathing suit. He slowly got out of the tub, his body dripping wet, and some soap bubbles, covered his toned torso. He kneeled down on, in a squat position. He gently took her face in his hands, caressing it.

"Do you think you can clean, everything else?" He told her. He watched as her eyes latched onto his, for a second at most, but it didn't stop his heart beat. She had looked at him. Maybe, just maybe she'd get better. Daemon let go of her face, and grabbed a towel wrapping it around himself, before letting his swim shorts drop. His lower area was covered by the towel, not wanting to push the boundaries between them. He picked up his swim briefs and put them in the hamper before walking out of the washroom. He hoped she would do what he had asked her too.

After ten or so minutes, Daemon decided it was best to check on her. He walked into the washroom, to find the curtains wide open, and Katy sitting in the middle of the tub, her knees drawn up, her arms wrapped around her knees, her head on top of her knees.

Her bathing suit top, and bottom floating in front of her.

It looked like Katy had listened to Daemon and washed herself. For one the floating bathing suit, and second there were soap bubbles around her. Fresh ones.

Daemon tried his best not to glance at her naked body, and leaned over her, and soothed back her, almost dry hair. She lifted her head, to look at him. Her chest, no longer being covered.

So much for preserving her modesty.

At the same time his mouth opened to say her name, Dee's voice yelled, "Daemon! Katy's gone!"

Daemon sighed, and closed the curtain of the bath tub. Trapping Katy's naked body behind the curtains, and allowing no one to see her in all her glory. Daemon took a step towards the washroom door, opening it a crack, and peaking his head out.

"She's in here with me," Daemon sighed.

"Oh, she's up, can I see her?" Dee asked. Even though Dee and Katy hadn't fully restored their relationship, Dee still loved her and missed her. Daemon didn't want to tell her that Katy was not longer her self. That she needed time to heal. He didn't want to have to tell anyone. He didn't want it to be true.

"No she's," he began, "uh, busy." He told her truthfully.

"Naked," Dee sighed. "Already Daemon really?"

"Its not like that." He said. He could've told her, he should've told her, but he couldn't. He wanted to give Dee the bliss of knowing that Katy was okay, before taking it away by showing her what state his poor Kitten was left in.

"Sure it isn't, but we have something to talk about." She told him, hands on her hips. "All of us."

Daemon nodded his head, and closed the door behind him. His hands combed swiftly through his dark hair. Now for the tricky part. Getting her out, dried, and dressed.

A/N: All writers on FanFiction will tell you that reviews make us happy. Because its true, it does. So please make a fellow Luxen (Daemon) lover happy! ;)