A/N: OMFG! Season 3 comes out August 6, you guys! That's 5.5 weeks! I can't wait. So, in the mean time I'm going to be pushing us through to get there or nearly there in that time. I'm hoping to have this story completely finished before September. So, saddle up for back to back updates cause the moment I finished writing, reviewing, editing, and publishing I'm heading onto the next one and repeating.

Sporadic updates will go up for a few of the other stories mainly The Last Witch, Nuclear Witch, and Reborn My Way. Though I've been in a bit of a stump lately when it comes to writing either of them. I manage to write a chapter and then I go over it and realize it really isn't meshing with the direction I want the story to go bringing forward the dreaded delete.

Also, I have completed the first few preliminary draft chapters of 2/3 of my rewritten and separated Witch Way to Life and Death series A Shifter's Way to Life and Death along with An Elemental's Way to Life and Death. Both are waiting for the final votings which could bring changes to certain areas. One such thing in A Shifter's Way would be that should Henry Cavill win the vote as Dean then he as well as his mother will face some stigma. His mother Nova for having married a white man especially with the problems the tribe has with the Otto Family.

The tribe will not show outright hostility due to her being the only child of her father who had he lived would have been chief of Black Hat Reservation and her relation to Qaletaqa who is the current chief. Nova and Taqa were raised more as siblings than cousins and so he will be more accepting and not take kindly to those treating his surrogate 'big sister' or 'nephew'/godson badly.

In the case of Dean (if played by Henry) the tribe members will not necessarily blame him for his parentage but rather look down on him as he grows to look more like his father especially when his skin-tone pales. This does not mean he won't face bullying from the tribe's children for not only having a white man for a father but being white himself (appearance). Whereas if he is played by Jason he won't face it as much but rather see more of how his father is looked at whereas off the reservation people will have trouble seeing the two of them as father and son. (Happens with me and my dad but reversed)

Well, Back to the Story

Getting back to Blue proved to be a challenge with the Strangers around but they had done it. Ida had used the knife she kept tucked into her boots to slash at the tires closest to the while remaining hidden. Of course, Simone had been unable to keep quiet long enough for the to get inside without being noticed. She had put them all in danger and in doing so Jean was shot. Ida had barely managed to get him into the RV when Beatrice launched us forward, foot pressed down on the gas pedal so hard it touched the floor.

Simone's actions had not only gotten Jean hurt but cost them 2 bags of food they needed. With Belle still recovering and medicated she had been unable to summon them to her. Belle was too out of it as her magic fought back the infection though she was improving and Jean's dominant arm was out of commission for now.

Not only were they running out of food with an additional mouth to feed and had two of their own injured but they didn't know where the hell they were. Simone had no idea where they were or even which way to go despite the holo-map they had.

"You've had a map in your head for two weeks and now you have a techno map in front of you. You should know where that fucking bunker is at!"

"Yea Patrick, but this place isn't on the map." Simone replied.

"So, you're short term memory is gonna get us killed?" He scoffed to her. He was so furious. Jean couldn't use his arm and Bella was still down for the count. Everything has gone wrong since we found that damn bunker.

"Look for yourself. It doesn't work!" Simone was exhausted. She was just tired of it. They were the ones that needed her. I'm the one who can get them to food and clean drinkable water but the moment things get tough it's suddenly my fault? This is ridiculous! These woods aren't even on the map and Rasmus! Why can't he just listen to me? I know what we need to do that doctor was wrong our father had nothing to do with this. If he tells these people that he did who knows what they might try to do to us.

"Let her think, give her a second!" Martin interrupts.

"So you're defending her now? Real cool, Martin."

"Just shut up, Patrick." Rasmus told the older man.

"What was that? You wanna get your ass kicked?!" Patrick spat back furious the kids thought he had the balls to speak to him like that when it was because of him and his sister that his friends were hurt in the first place. Ida pushed him up the hill.

"Walk, Patrick. We'll be back once he cools off." Ida looks back momentarily and Martin nods.

"Take your time." Martin turns his head back to Simone. "You too." She nods and looks back at the map.

"I don't know. This place isn't even on the map."

"Rasmus, Beatrice you too head back to blue and check in with the others we'll wait for Ida and Patrick." Martin turns to them.

"No Rasmus can stay here." Simone says straightening up and glaring at him.

"I'll be fine Simone, I'm not a little kid anymore."

"You're my baby brother." And there's no way I'm letting you out of my sight when you could go about saying or doing God only knows what if I'm not watching you! Rasmus rolls his eyes already sure he knows exactly what she is thinking.

"I'm your brother, not your child. I'm going to check on Belle and Mr. Philip. Just figure out where we need to go Simone." He tells her before turning away and walking off with Beatrice behind him.

"Rasmus!"

"Simone, let's just get this done so we can meet with the others once Ida brings back Patrick. Now, can you figure out what direction we need to head in?"

"I don't know. This place isn't even on the map."

"Patrick, you need to calm down."

"Calm down? That little shit-"

"Is a teenager who before all this was a kid locked in a bunker with no one but that domineering bitch for six years." Ida cut him off. "He doesn't know any better Patrick. Haven't you noticed it?"

"Noticed what?" Patrick looks at her confused

"He's mimicking all of us, mostly you and Martin though. I think he's trying to figure out who he is outside that bunker."

"You mean a teenaged brat who wants Martin's girl." Ida rolls her eyes at his response.

"In case you haven't noticed Belle hasn't said anything to stop him-"

"And that makes it ok? So what she ju-"

"Neither had Martin."

"-st lets him . . . what?" Patrick pauses as he realizes what she says and starts to think. "Oh shit."

"Finally get it?"

"So they what? Plan on taking turns or sharing her?"

"I don't know, Patrick. To be honest I really, and I do mean really don't care." She looks into his eyes tired off all the squabbling that has happened the past few days. All because they couldn't open the security bag that was only keyed to Belle which held the expanded bag filled with years worth of food from the bunker. Magic may have helped them survive a lot easier and kept them safer then other people but it was such a pain in the ass when you didn't have magic yourself. "Does it really matter what they do? It's basically the apocalypse and to be honest I have a feeling Rasmus needs her. I mean can you imagine having no one but Simone?" Patrick shivers.

"Don't say things like that! Damnit I'd sooner take a bullet to the head or better, put one in hers."

"And Rasmus actually lived it through most of his teens." Ida teased with a smile before something caught her eyes through the foliage. "What is that? Come on." They walk ahead and enter what appears to be a family grave and a mansion of some sort a half mile or so ahead of them. With the clouds rolling in and nothing but the light in the window they are both reminded of horror films they used to watch. "What the fuck is this place?"

"Shit that's creepy. I'm not going in there."

"Wanna die from the rain? We won't make it back to the road before it starts downpouring. The creepy ass mansion straight out a horror film is our best chance." Ida scowls as she says it and as much as Patrick wants to say otherwise he knows she's right.

"Why the hell wasn't this on the map? We don't know who lives here it could be the strangers." Martin grumbles as the four of them close in on the mansion.

"Would make sense." Ida responds. "They would need to mark it cause they would already know where 'home' is and if they lost their map and someone happened upon it like we did-"

"You mean killed them and stole it?" Simone butted in but Ida ignored her and kept going.

"-than if they managed to work the map, they wouldn't be able to find it. Fortunately, there's me and Patrick here to save the day otherwise you would have gotten us caught out in the rain and killed us because you couldn't handle admitting you were lost." Ida couldn't help adding the last bit with a little tilt of her head before straightening, Simone's attitude was really pissing her off. And then there was the way she looked at both Martin and Belle.

The more Ida thought about it the more nervous she became. Simone looked at Belle as if she was some treasured doll that needed to be put up on a shelf in a safe hidden in a concrete wall inside a safe-room with any and every protection available. The few times she didn't she looked as though her heart had been ripped from her chest and it worried her. The girl was completely obsessed with Belle and she thanked every deity out there that Belle had hidden what she could do from the nut-job.

Then there was the way she looked at Martin. Simone couldn't seem to decide if she hated his guts because he did what needed to be done to protect all of them or if she wanted to climb him like a tree and ride him like one of those cowboys from the American movies. The most disturbing thing though was that she usually looked at him with the latter after he had kissed Belle or shown her affection, even if it was as small as putting a loose curl behind her ear. Then there was the time she glared at her own brother because Belle checked on him or touched his arm. Either way, she was keeping both eyes on Simone at all times and every single one of her knives ready for the day the bitch snapped.

"If there's Strangers, then we whack them." Patrick cut in before Simone could make a retort. A smirk forming on his lips as he watched Ida's hips sway just a little more noticeably as they always did when she felt she got a leg up on someone. The way she swings those hips side to side with that perfect ass had to be illegal before all this shit went down. There has to be a God up there somewhere and right now he's probably staring just as hard knowing he made the most fu-

"How many do you think there are?" Martin says as they get closer and Patrick snaps back to attention.

"We either go in or face the rain." Simone's grating voice pipes in and Patrick's hard on instantly deflates. Well, at least that's one problem taken care of. He thinks to himself as the light emanating from inside glows on them making everything far more visible.

"Do you want to come in?" A voice speaks from behind them.

With the Others, A Road Elsewhere

"I'm going to check the fuel gauge, you head inside." Beatrice tells him as she climbs into the cab but the moment the door is closed behind him seeing the tank registering at half full. As she opens the door to hop back out she wonders how there was any gas left as she didn't remember them stopping for any only for her eyes to glaze over. Magic laced over the blue cab compels her to believe they had found gas a short while ago, her previous thought forgotten and her mind turns to something else as she walks toward the back. "Now, let's figure out the best way to detach the cab." She mumbles to herself as she looks at the hitch unaware of the fact that no matter what she tries she'll never actually be able to separate them at least so long as those who control the security matrix lived.