Chapter 15

Heartbroken

Chicago, IL

AN: Chapters 11-14 have had a slight re-write to change a few things. Please give those a re-read.

"Mick, darlin, are you okay? You haven't spoken a word on the flight or the cab ride home," Phil asked; turning a concerned glance to the silent woman beside him.

"I'm fine," she replied softly, keeping her eyes trained out the window. "It isn't exactly home, is it?" she cocked her head; eyes taking in the passing scenery. "This is your home and I'm intruding on your downtime. You're supposed to be relaxing, resting up and healing from this shit job you love so much. Instead, you're stuck taking care of my fucked up ass," she sighed, hearing the bitter undertone in her voice. "I'm sorry, Phil, I'm really shitty company and an even worse patient," she shook her head; reluctantly forcing her eyes to his when he took her chin between gentle fingers.

"Don't apologize and you aren't intruding. You've taken care of me often enough and trust me, I could use the company or I'd be sitting home alone going stir-crazy," he gave her a smile that reached his olive eyes. "And speaking of home, we're here," he glanced out the window on her side and let her follow suit. "It's 3 stories; I rent out the first floor to a tattoo shop and the top two floors are mine," he told her while he paid the fare and stepped out to grab their bags from the trunk.

Mikaela opened the door; tightly held her side while she slid from the cab and took her feet. Looking up at the building, she couldn't imagine Phil living anywhere else. He didn't seem like the lavish mansion-type or into neighbors and this suited him. She was actually dying to see the inside.

"Okay, sweetheart, follow me," Phil kept his eyes on her while she slowly stepped up on the curb, making sure she was steady before he opened the door to the shop and let her precede him in. "Yo!" he called out and instantly the tattoo artists called out his name in greeting. "Hey guys, this is Mikaela," he introduced her and saw her immediate withdrawal from the unknown men. "Ease up, dogs! Give the lady some room! She's nursing a broken rib and just had surgery a couple days ago," he stood between them, shaking his head to give a silent warning to his tenants. "Sweetheart, I'm going to run our bags upstairs and I'll be right down to get you. I don't want you climbing the stairs right now so I'll go open the door, drop our bags and come back to carry you up. Just sit here and relax, okay?" he watched her eye the guys and hesitantly nod her head.

"So, are you and Punk dating?" Tommy; one of the artists asked while he worked on a client.

"No, we work together," Mikaela answered in a subdued tone. She was uncomfortable as hell here and even more so fielding questions from strangers.

"Are you one of the Divas?" he grinned at her, dropping it instantly when she frowned.

"Fuck no, I'm the company's attorney…and I suppose a part-time trainer," she shrugged her shoulders, wincing from the pain the movement caused.

"Is that how you hurt yourself?" Paul asked from his area while he changed out colors.

"No," she shook her head, moving over to look at some of Tommy's work displayed on the wall. Her tone and body language said it all; that line of questioning was over.

"Are you thinking about getting some ink done?" Phil whispered in her ear, making her jump. "I'm sorry, baby," he took her shoulders in his hands, giving her an apologetic look when she hissed in pain.

"Phil, hush; it is going to happen. It is impossible for me to sit still and any movement is fucking painful," she looked down, rubbing at her wrapped ribs.

"Well let me get you upstairs and show you around the place so you can get comfortable. Ready?" he asked; bending down a bit to position an arm behind her knees. She nodded, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. "Up we go," he lifted her with ease, making sure she was settled before he turned to the door.

"I'll get it, Punk," Tommy ran up and opened the door for them.

"Sorry for the attitude; I'm a horrible patient," she said with a guilty expression.

"It is quite alright, Mikaela. Hopefully Punk will have you on the mend soon and we can see about getting you some ink. You two have a nice night," he winked with a smile.

"I completely missed the line for social skills before I was born," she sighed; resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm a crappy human being," she pouted and Phil couldn't help but chuckle.

"You stayed in the kick ass body line too long," he laughed when she swatted his back. "Here we go," he walked into his townhouse, kicking the door shut behind them. "Ready for the grand tour?" he smiled down at her, taking in her nod while she let her eyes wander.

The place was immaculate and only served to tell her he appreciated everything his hard work gave him. Nothing was out of place; it was spotless and she had a feeling that is the way it always was. He had a massive kitchen with bar stools on the other side of the counter. It looked like a breakfast area to her. He also had a dining area that separated it from the living room. The downstairs was an open floor plan and absolutely gorgeous and Phil at the same time.

"There's a full bath down here and some chairs outside on the balcony through that door but all the bedrooms are upstairs," he told her as he scaled the stairs to show her each room. "This is my room and this one…" he shouldered open the door across from his, "is yours during your stay. It has its own full bathroom with a garden tub for you to stretch out in," he smiled down at her, seeing her furrowed brow, he looked at her inquisitively. "What is it, sweetheart?"

"You should just leave me downstairs, Phil. I don't want you to have to carry me up and down the stairs all day," she whined with an adorable pout.

"You are so fucking cute," he chuckled, pecking her nose. "The boo boo lip isn't going to work though. I want you across the hall from me in case you need me and I don't mind carrying you so shut up," he grinned when he cut her argument off and scowled at him. "So I was thinking of calling for some take-out and then watching a movie while we eat. I need to go grocery shopping tomorrow so we can cook in. I'll do that when I get out of my MRI and come back loaded with enough to tide us over for a while. What do you feel like for tonight?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed with her on his lap.

"This is Chicago so let's do pizza," she gave him a small grin, enjoying his enthusiasm. "First awkward moment of our sharing space while I'm recovering," she bit her lip, lowering her eyes.

"And what would that be?"

"I need to bathe…and I need help in and out of the tub," Mikaela whispered with a blush coloring her cheeks.

"Oh!" Phil said with wide eyes, gently but quickly shifting her off his lap when he felt his cock instantly stir to life in his jeans. He knew this was coming but was completely unprepared for his body's instant reaction to the thought. "Okay, uh, I'll go run the water, get your bag from downstairs so that you have your things for the bath and to change into after and then help you in," he scratched the back of his head, keeping his eyes on the bathroom door. "While you're in there, I'll order the pizza and come back to help you out when you're done. Sound good?"

"Yeah, sounds good," she nodded her head, swallowing with some difficulty.

"Okay then," Phil slapped his hands down on his thighs, pushing himself to his feet and thanked the stars that he always wore baggy jeans. 'The Samoan is going to kill me,' he thought while he tested the water temperature and dropped the stopper to allow the tub to fill. He quickly made his way downstairs, grabbed her luggage and returned to her room, placing them down at the foot of the bed. "This one has your toiletries, right?" he asked; holding up the smaller bag.

"Yes, there's some Hawaiian Ginger bath wash in there. If you could squeeze some into the water while its filling that would be perfect," she said softly, kicking off her shoes and then toeing off her socks.

"Is that why you always smell so delicious?" he asked off-handedly and then froze in the doorway. "I just said that out loud, didn't I?" he closed his eyes, staving off the urge to bang his head against the door jamb.

"Yes, you did," Mikaela chuckled with a blush.

"And that won't make the fact that you'll be naked in front of me in a minute awkward at all," he lowered his head, trying to keep the smile out of his tone.

"Not creepy at all, you perv," she grinned, feeling the blush spread down her chest while he disappeared into the bathroom.

Her expression sobered up a second later. She already knew she'd need his help for more than getting in and out of the tub. She angrily discovered in the hospital that she couldn't lift her arms above her head or bend over at the waist without her rib forcing the air from her lungs. Glancing between Joe and Colby, she picked the big man to assist her and it was awkward as hell. It would have been worse if it was Colby. Joe had to help her remove her scrubs, steady her in the shower and wash her hair. The only saving grace during the whole thing was that the big man kept his eyes from wandering and performed the task as quickly and gently as possible. This will be the second man to see her naked that wasn't Jon and while she trusted Phil just as much as Joe, she was still mortified and uncomfortable with her friends seeing her like this.

"Okay, the bubbles are going to reach the ceiling before long. You ready?" Phil asked, stopping before her with a twinkle in his eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked when he saw her moping. "Hey, I already know," he told her when he saw her hands fidget with the hem of her shirt. "Joe told me before we left," he answered her unspoken question, kissing the crown of her head. "I'll do my best to make this as easy as possible, sweetheart. Lift your arms as far as you can without hurting yourself," he told her after taking the hem of her shirt in his fingers. 'Of course she isn't wearing a bra and fuck, I'm in trouble,' he caught his tongue licking his lips but quickly got his shit together once her head was clear of the top. "This is going to sound rather dirty but how did Joe get your pants off?" he asked with a chuckle, the corners of his eyes crinkling with laughter.

"This will sound even dirtier but I braced myself against the wall and he pulled them down," she laughed, turning beet red.

"Up against the wall and naked; let's do it," he shook his head, holding out his hands to help her up. He stopped her at the wall to the side of the bathroom door and let her rest her hands against it. "I need to take this Ace bandage off your ribs. I'll re-wrap them when you get out," he said in soft voice, taking the clips out and unwrapped the long bandage; placing it aside. "Okay," he took a deep breath and lowered her sweats down her legs until she stepped out of them. 'Her ass is just as magnificent as her tits,' he inwardly groaned before he gently scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bathroom. It took every ounce of willpower he possessed not to look at her bare pussy while he eased her down into the tub. "Here's your body puff, baby. I'll let you soak and absorb that Ginger while I order our food and then come back up to wash your hair, okay?" he asked, smiling at her while running his hand over her hair.

"Thanks, Phil," her big obsidian eyes locked on his olive and made his heart melt.

"You're welcome, darlin," he kissed the top of her head and left her alone. After he ordered their meal, Phil sat on his sofa for a few minutes thinking about the woman upstairs. He had a real dilemma on his hands; quite literally. He had been attracted to her the moment he saw her at the retreat but his feelings became invested once he got to know her. He'd love to make her his but knew she loved Jon and the man was his friend; despite how angry he was at him for hurting her like he did. 'How in the hell am I going to survive being around her while she's naked?' he groaned, rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes. As if on cue, his phone rang and he smiled when he saw Joe's name on the caller ID. "Hey, man, what's up?" he greeted with a chuckle.

"Not a lot. I just wanted to let you know we're in town. We checked into the Marriot closest to your place," Joe told him while he tossed his bag on his bed.

"All three of you?"

"Phil, did you seriously think Jon would stay away once he decided to do everything in his power to make this up to her? You'll be lucky if he doesn't camp out on your doorstep. He will be her shadow until she forgives him or tells him that she never wants to see him again. And Colby trusts no one with her so he's along for the ride," Joe chuckled when his stable mate walked by his door, heard his name mentioned and flipped him off before he went into his room. "So where is she? Is she doing okay? Can I talk to her?" he asked, lying back on his bed.

"She's in the tub, soaking away her pains while we wait for dinner to be delivered," Phil clenched his eyes, waiting for it because he knew it was coming.

"In the tub, huh? How did that go?" Joe laughed when he heard Phil's low groan over the phone.

"How did you do it? She just said the words 'I need help in and out of the tub' and my dick jumped to attention," he could feel his face flood with color when Joe continued to laugh at his expense.

"Man, I almost passed out when she assumed the position against the wall. It took everything I had not to sink my teeth into that ass and I'm happily engaged," Joe grinned from ear to ear, darting his eyes up to his door where he saw Jon scowling at him.

"That is my ass you're talking about, Anoa'i, and Brooks better stay away from it," Jon growled, fisting his hands at his sides.

"And you'd be the one helping her bathe if you didn't act like a fucking pussy," Joe smirked at his friend. "Now move along, Good," he waved him off, laughing when Jon shot him the finger too before he went to his room in their suite. "Make it easy on yourself, Phil, and have her stick to shorts and tanks in the house. She can push the shorts down on her own so you're just stuck with the tank. I would also suggest wearing your shirt untucked because a hard-on is inevitable, and jerk off often. At least you're home and can hide in your room, I was stuck jerking one out in the bathroom in her hospital room and I am not a quiet man," Joe ran his hand over his forehead, up into his hair when Phil began to laugh at him.

"That is too much fucking information, man!" Phil clutched his stomach, rolling on the sofa.

"At least you didn't hear it! I got lucky that she tired herself out standing in the shower and fell asleep a few minutes after I got her in bed. Colby, on the other hand, glared a hole through my head when I came back out. Stop laughing at me, fucker! You just remember how little control you have over your dick when you're locked in your room later," Joe cracked up laughing when Phil's drifted off. "She's a beautiful woman that we all happen to love in different ways, Phil. It can't be helped. Just remember, she might have said that she doesn't want Jon but it was in the heat of the moment. That woman loves him more than anything and will either reconcile what he did and forgive him or cut him loose and be miserable. Either way, she isn't anyone's for the taking for quite some time," Joe said softly, feeling the hole in his chest that he was sure equaled the one within Colby. "Man, despite the fact that her body gave me a raging hard-on, I love that girl like a sister and best friend; and I know Colby feels the same, but you're different, you care on a whole different level but Jon…" he drifted off; shaking his head while trying to get his thoughts straight.

"I know, Joe, I know she still belongs to Jon. I can see how miserable she is now without him. It's like she doesn't know what to do with herself without him near," he sighed heavily. "Look man, I need to get back up there and wash her hair," he said in a deadpan tone.

"Alright, Phil. Call if you need anything, bro, and we'll be there in a heartbeat," Joe shook his head when he heard the solemn "thanks" from his friend before they hung up. 'Fuck, he's got it bad for her,' he sighed, rubbing the tension from his temples.

Phil ran up the stairs and into Mikaela's bedroom, standing in the doorway of the bathroom to watch her blow a bunch of bubbles off her hand into the air. "Can you be any cuter?" he smiled, moving to sit on the edge of the tub.

"Great! You caught me in a dork moment," she covered her eyes, flushing with embarrassment.

"If only the opposing counsel could see you now, they surely wouldn't be so damn scared of you in the courtroom," he laughed, patting her head when she scowled up at him. "You got caught acting like a girl; get over it, sweetheart," he rose to retrieve her shampoo and conditioner before kneeling beside the tub. "Are you ready to get this done?" he quirked a brow; smiling softly when she nodded her head in response.

After taking care of her hair, helping her dry off, wrapping her ribs and helping her dress in a tank and shorts, Phil carried Mikaela back downstairs and situated her on the sofa. Their pizza arrived minutes later and he plopped the box down on the coffee table, handed her a plate and they both dug in. Phil took great offense to the fact that Mikaela had never seen The Walking Dead and asked her what rock she'd been living under.

"I have done nothing but work and workout for years, Phil, I didn't have time," she giggled when he shook his head at her and went to pull out the first season DVD set.

"That is no excuse, woman, I work and workout just as much as you. I'm going to correct this injustice right now. We're having a marathon," he popped in the first disc and returned to her side. "By the time we're done, you'll be all caught up and just as addicted as I am," he grinned, hitting play on the remote.

"You said injustice," she whispered, leaning into his side.

"Be silent, woman," he grinned; cracking up a moment later with her. "You're a closet dork. Who would've thought?" he chuckled, ruffling her hair before they got into the first episode.

"Daryl is fucking hot. If they kill him off, I won't watch another episode again," Mikaela mumbled tiredly against his shoulder. They had made it through the first season but she was reaching the end of her rope; fighting off sleep.

"What about Rick?" Phil asked amusedly, glancing down at her.

"He does nothing for me," she waved him off. "He's too skinny, has zero muscle mass and no ass whatsoever. You said this show was made from comics?" he nodded. "Do they kill Daryl?"

"Your bad boy isn't a character in the comics but your opinion is popular among the fans. And I'm not spoiling it for you so you'll just have to watch. Are you ready for bed, sweetheart?" he asked when she covered a yawn.

"I am," she stretched, clenching her teeth when the pull shot pain through her side.

He couldn't help but smile when she held her arms out once he turned off the TV and stood before her. "Come on, darlin," he picked her up, cradling her against his chest and started for the stairs. "We'll start the second season tomorrow night. At this rate, we'll be done by the day after since we're both horrible sleepers," he shouldered open her bedroom door, set her down in the center of her bed and pulled the covers up. "Don't forget I have an MRI in the morning and then I'm hitting the grocery store but I'm a call away and the guys are downstairs. I'm leaving their number here on the nightstand," he fished Tommy's card from his wallet and set it down. "Don't give me that look, Mick," he rolled his eyes when he saw her furrowed brow. "Stay away from the stairs until I get home, okay?" he gave her a stern look, letting it slip when she gave him a pouting nod. "Goodnight, sweetheart," he leaned forward, kissing her forehead.

"Night, Phil," she mumbled sleepily before drifting off.

'One day down, Phil, and you find yourself in the bathroom doing exactly what Joe suggested,' he sighed, resting one hand against the marble tiles in his shower while the other jerked along his shaft.

"Morning, Punkers," Scott Colton grumbled over his cup of coffee, sitting at the counter with a bowl of cereal.

"Cabana, what are you up to this morning?" he asked, moving into the kitchen to pour some coffee in a travel mug.

"Man, if I got up to take you to your MRI for nothing when I could've slept in…" Colt drifted off, studying his best friend's expression. "You forgot! I could be nursing this hangover at home," he barked, pointing at Phil with an angry frown.

"Would you keep it down?" Phil hushed him; darting his eyes to the ceiling.

"Oh I see, you have company and that's why you forgot. Get a little pussy and forget all about your best friend. Bros before hoes, Punkers," he frowned, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Shut up, man; it isn't like that. I'm taking care of someone," Phil said in a soft tone that grabbed his friend's attention immediately. He stood there, explaining everything to his long-time friend and knew Colt could read between the lines to see the feelings beneath. He didn't call him out on it though and Phil appreciated it. "Look, Cabana, you could do me a favor by staying here and keeping an eye on her. She's stubborn and I don't think she'll heed my warning about the stairs."

"Sure thing, man. I can suffer through my hangover here and watch over her," he nodded; watching Phil pull out his phone, grab his from the counter and save a number.

"In case of emergency, call Joe and tell him to get over here," he patted his friend on the back. "She's still asleep or I'd introduce you so be very careful around her, man. She doesn't take well to strangers. Scott, I'm not fucking around here," he told his friend when he was about to turn on his charm.

"Okay, Phil," Colt reassured him, walking him to the door before he returned to his breakfast.

An hour later, Colt startled awake on the sofa, pulled from his slumber by the sounds of whimpering from upstairs. He picked up the pace, taking two stairs at a time when the whimpers turned to sobs. Opening the door, he peered into the guest room to see Phil's house guest thrashing about in the throes of a nightmare.

"Mikaela?" he said softly, reaching out to lightly shake her shoulder. The woman had tears flowing from her clenched eyes; sweat beading her brow and gasped for breath which he knew had to be hurting her mending rib. "Mikaela?" he repeated; momentarily fascinated with her all black eyes before she punched him in the face. "Son of a bitch," he reared back; clutching his jaw while holding out his free hand. "My name is Scott! I'm Phil's best friend!" he explained quickly when she shuffled off the opposite side of the bed, backing away from him.

"Where's Phil?" she asked with frantic eyes, clutching her side when she backed into the wall. Her eyes darted to the door before she made a move towards it, only to have this man block her path. "Get away from me! I want out! Phil!" she shouted, putting space between them again.

"He's getting his MRI and I can't let you go down those stairs, honey. He'll fucking kill me if something happens to you," he rambled out, pulling his phone from his pocket. "Come on, answer," Colt repeated over and over while his phone rang. "Mikaela, stop right there, honey!" he headed her off again, hearing a deep voice shout to get his attention.

"Who the fuck are you and what did you do to her?" Joe shouted; anger and concern coursing through him when he heard Mikaela's hysterical voice.

"I'm Colt Cabana, Phil's best friend. Man, will you just get the fuck over here? The door is unlocked!" he hung up, standing in the doorway to ensure she didn't make another break for it. "Your friend is on the way; just stay calm," he said in an even tone, hands raised to hopefully show he meant no harm.

Mikaela paced with hard eyes trained on him, lungs heaving for breath. She teetered on the brink of sheer panic and downright fury; knowing she could go either way in an instant depending on his actions. Either way, her fight or flight instinct was off the charts.

Colt lowered his eyes from hers; watching her through his lashes while she stalked back and forth. She reminded him of a lioness in a cage. She kept track of him like prey while he noticed her listen for any sound that would herald her rescue from a potential predator. After several minutes, she was still dragging air in and out of her lungs in fast, hard bursts.

"I promise I won't hurt you," he shook his head; keeping his eyes trained down. "I just wish you'd calm down a little before you hyperventilate," he said in concern.

"Where's Phil? I need Phil. I don't know you…" she gasped; sagging back into the wall. The panic attack struck like a bolt of lightning when she realized she was in fact on the verge of passing out. "Don't know you…" she began to slide down the wall to the floor, weakly clutching her ribs.

"MICK!"

"Jon…" she sobbed; curling up into a tight ball on the floor.

"Up here!" Colt shouted from the doorway; only to be pushed aside moments later by none other than Jon Good.

"I'm here, Princess," Jon whispered in her ear; gently lifting her off the floor and carried her to the bed. "I've got you, baby," he cradled her on his lap, placing a hand on her chest to slow her intake of air. "Easy, Mick, slow your breathing," he said in a soothing tone.

"What happened?" Colby snapped.

"And who the fuck are you?" Joe growled.

"That is Scott Colton, also known as Colt Cabana and Phil's best friend," Jon told his angered friends in a calm voice but the storm in his blue eyes told the story of just how furious he was. "Baby, I know Colt. He's a good guy and would never hurt you," he spoke next to her ear, running a comforting hand over her hair while his other hand maintained the slight pressure on her chest. "Where the fuck is Phil?" he darted icy blue eyes up to the Chicagoan.

"He had an MRI scheduled for this morning," Scott leaned against the door, putting some space between him and the other two Shield members. "He forgot he asked me to take him and decided I should stay to make sure she didn't attempt the stairs while he was gone. She was sleeping when he left and I woke up when she started to have a nightmare," he cast his gaze at Colby.

"So not only did he leave her with a complete stranger, he didn't introduce you to her before he split," Joe spat out with pure venom in his tone.

"It wouldn't have done a bit of good if he introduced them before he left, Joe," Jon rasped out; wrapping his arms across Mikaela's chest when she finally calmed enough to melt into his embrace. "What Phil fails to realize; what all of you fail to realize is that Mick only accepts people I say are trustworthy into her circle of friends. I hurt her; there's no doubt about that but it's still my judgment she trusts until she can trust her own again. She lent me her skin until I was comfortable in mine again and I gave her a path to find her way back to the world. No one can tread on that territory we own within the other; not ever with me and…not yet with her. Are you feeling better, baby?" he asked softly; resting his chin on her shoulder while she nodded numbly.

"Sorry I punched you in the face," she whispered; darting her eyes up to Colt before lowering them again.

"Want to lay down for a bit, baby?" Jon asked; moving from behind her when she nodded once again. He situated her in the center of the bed before he moved to stand but she caught his arm. One look in those obsidian depths and he knew that she needed him to stay without even asking. "Shut the door behind you," he told his friends; climbing in beside her and letting her settle into his side. "I've got you, Princess. I'll keep you close, keep you safe," he kissed the top of her head, enfolding her emotionally exhausted body within his embrace.

Phil returned to his townhouse; bags of groceries in hand, to find three people sitting on his sofa. Colt looked saddened and guilty while Joe and Colby appeared downright furious. "What happened?" he asked with a pit of dread building in his gut.

"What happened? How about you left her alone with a total fucking stranger! The smartest thing you could've done is call us to come sit with her but no; you left her without a familiar face!" Joe stood; bellowing at the crestfallen Punk.

"Joe, sit down," Jon called out from the foot of the stairs. "Colby, go upstairs and stay with Mick," he jerked his head towards the stairs while he moved into the room, keeping eye contact with Phil. "How about you and I take those bags into the kitchen?" he cocked his head; glaring icy daggers at his friend.

Colby entered her room to find her sitting up in bed; tears streaming down her face. "Hey sweetheart, how are you doing?" he asked softly, sitting beside her to wrap an arm around her shoulders.

"I don't know," she shrugged; turning her face into his chest. "I'm tired of being vulnerable, Colby. I'm tired of being afraid of strangers," she whimpered; allowing him to lay them back and pull her into his side.

"You went through one hell of a trauma, Mick, and you came out the other side; a bit scarred up but you came through. You'll heal from these injuries in no time, sweetheart, and be back to intimidating everyone around you," he whispered softly against the top of her head.

"I'll still be vulnerable after I heal. I'll still be scared of strange men. No matter how hard I fight, I'll still be weak. I'll still react poorly to people; whether that means wiggin out or responding with violence. I still find it amazing that I cliqued with Jon so fast considering I'm not a normal human," she shook her head; playing with his shirt.

"Have you met Jon? He's not exactly a normal human either," he chuckled; getting a small laugh out of her. "I think you'll get past all of those insecurities of yours with the right person or persons around to balance you out. You know, someone who loves you, knows all your quirks and flaws and how to calm you down," he turned his head towards her with a wide grin.

"Did you have someone in mind, pup?"

"Twenty-four hours! You couldn't keep her safe and sound for twenty-four hours!" Colby and Mikaela's brows lifted when they heard Jon's voice carry up the stairs. "Fuck you! I'm not leaving her here with you!"

"Looks like you have a decision to make real quick, sweetheart. Any second now, Jon and Phil are going to storm through that door and ask what you want to do. Okay, Phil will ask and Jon is going to insist you leave with us but you know it's your choice," he glanced down at her, watching her bite her bottom lip. "What do you want to do, Mick? Do you want to go with us or do you want to stay?" Colby asked just as Jon and Phil walked into the room.