Deja Vu All Over Again {Megan}

[andrew]

1st July, 2009

Could life get any more shittier for Drew? He didn't think so. His twin Simon, or the twin he assumed he had, died from Hodgkin's Lymphoma when he was eighteen. Naturally Drew had wanted to help his twin, but tests proved that Drew wasn't a match for bone marrow, and the cancer was diagnosed so late in Simon, he died soon after, leaving Drew crushed. Ten years later, a couple of thugs attacked his parents, leaving his mother to recover in hospital for weeks and his father dead.

Drew took his revenge and badly beat up the thugs in question, which led to him being charged and imprisoned for GBH. He was given a four year sentence, but was released after two of them for good behaviour and the fact that he had been defending his parents honour. None of this made Drew any less a bitter man however. Not long after he was released from prison and his mother died of a heart attack Drew began to feel there was something missing in his life.

He had then gone to find out why he couldn't be a bone marrow donor for his supposed twin, and that's when he found out that Simon wasn't his biological twin, as his DNA didn't match his mother's. That's when the hospital came clean about their mistake, Drew's twin was a guy called Brendan, and Simon's biological twin had been given to a completely different family altogether. Looking into it more, he found out that his biological mother Karen, had been told her twin had died.

Drew then made it his mission to track down his biological family, as tracing the family tree, he soon found out he had quite a bunch of them, and he wanted to get to know them. Still didn't make him any less a bitter guy though, and with everything he has gone through, what with his deep rooted temper and the fact he's quite quick at getting into fights and using his fists, he's often getting ticked off by the law.

He had tracked his twin Brendan down to Las Vegas and he had been there for a couple of days now, but so far no luck. He knew Brendan worked for The Chronicle newspaper, so he figured that'd be as good a place as any to start. He was now in the right part of Las Vegas, but since it was late in the evening, he didn't think it was the right time to try and locate him at his job, so he'd do that in the morning. Instead he saw a bar, and parked his bike up with the intention of going in for a beer.

Drew's Motorcycle

He put his helmet on the handlebars and turned to walk into the bar, when he saw a young brunette, being hassled by a couple of bigger blokes, who really seemed to be giving her a hard time. From what he could see, she was quite young, and these guys looked as if they were maybe even older than he was, it just wasn't right. The memory of the attack on his parents came flooding back and flashing in front of his eyes, and he saw red.

Before he even approached them, he put his iPod on and slotted the earphones into his ears and switched the song to Like We Never Loved Before by Tim McGraw and Faith Hill, so he could gain his ability of pyrokinesis. When he'd listened to the song long enough and felt the power surge through him, he pulled the earphones out, switched it off, threw back into his pocket and then made his way toward the scene.

He knew if he'd listened to rock music he'd have gained superhuman strength, but he could take these guys easily enough without that ability. Marching right up, he shouted and cursed at the top of his voice, "Hey, tha' ain't no fuckin' way to treat a lady." He then grabbed the one on the right hand side, and immediately threw a couple of punches into his face, keeping an eye on the one who was on her left. Just as he thought, he was about to charge at his back, so he flicked his left hand backward and flames erupted in his hand and he immediately conjured it into a fireball and threw it. It connected with the guy's arm and it went up in flames.

He started screaming and ran in the opposite direction of Drew, and the other guy whose face he had been smashing into, started to scramble away from him and then ran in the opposite direction along with his mate. "Yeah, tha's righ', get yer fuckin' asses away from her, ya good fer nothin' bastards." Drew yelled at them and then chuckled slightly. They always ended up running away in fear.

Drew then sashayed up to the brunette, shaking his head back, and wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Ya alrigh' sweetheart?" Then he cracked his knuckles as he waited for a response, and then waited for the cops to appear. God he hated them.

[romz]

It hadn't been the best couple of months for Megan. First, her boyfriend leaves her because her real father whom she hasn't seen since a little girl shows up. So much for him. Next her father decides to stay in Canada for a while longer, not wanting to be there for her 'all the time'. And after that the vampire boy who she was interested in suddenly leaves without word after confessing what he really was. And now she was alone, jobless and empty. A beautiful shell so to speak. Now it was hard to even think of anything else but the lame shit she had been through the past few months. Some would have stopped caring and continued with their lives, others would be like her, depressed and wallowing in self pity, and others would have just ended it all, not wanting to continue.

Now she was sat in an empty bar just a few minutes away from the Vegas strip. It was a weird place, with a strange little man as the bartender. But it was cheap, and cheap was always good nowadays. Sitting at the bar with her half full glass of rum and coke, Megan stopped and thought about Brendan. As much as she liked Liam, Brendan was... what she thought... the 'one'. But obviously not, after leaving at the first sign of trouble. She couldn't help but think how good he had it now. Sure, he knew of his latest girlfriend. Anastacia Potter, a human. Someone without troubles like herself. Meh. What a fucked up situation.

As Megan looked up around her, she noticed two big trucker men come towards her, snickering in their disgusting growly voices. She shivered. "Hey miss, fancy a ride somewhere?" Ha. What did they think she was? "With you mister, no thanks." She shuffled to the seat next to her and shrugged nervously. The bartender ignored her and went to serve men around the other corner of the bar. "Baby I don't think you heard us, we want A RIDE." She elbowed one guy in the gut, but the other quickly pulled her long flowing hair back, yanking her off the stool. "Bitch, no-one treats us like that." "Get your hands OFF ME!" She shouted. The bartender peeked around the corner then walked away, not caring in the slightest.

Great, another attempted something of some sort. That was until... no it couldn't be. He walked in, well charged in towards the three of them and shouted at the two men. It was deja vu all over again. What the... It couldn't be. But what happened next, Meg didn't expect in a million years. He punched the guy on the right, continuing to do so until the man on his left charged towards him. A flicker of flames appeared and he sent them flying into him, he screamed and ran out as his arm continued to burn viciously. Once the other trucker began to scatter, fighting to run, Megan looked in shock at the man in front of her. Fierce brown eyes stared at him. What the fuck was he doing here? And why did he sound... different? Like he had a 100% more attitude inserted into his brain.

The look alike suddenly waltzed up to Meg, making her more and more wary of him. Sweetheart?! He was calling her sweetheart. She raised her hand and slapped him hard across the cheek. "Sweetheart?! Who the hell are you calling sweetheart you asshole!" She puffed loud and hard, suddenly feeling her chest tighten with fear, love and whatever else was there. "Brendan, how fucking dare you show up..." It was the only thing she could think to say. "You told me to stay away and I did... now what? You usher back into my life like it's nothing. Oh you God damn bastard!" With that Meg grabbed her coat and kicked the front door open, walking outside as she pulled her coat on. Why was he here? What had she done to deserve yet more pain?

[andrew]

Drew couldn't believe the way those thugs had been handling that young girl, and with the memories of his parents attack in his head, he knew he had to do something to stop it. Of course he hadn't given it a second thought as he flew at one of them with his fists and then conjuring a fireball to throw at the other one. When both of them had fled the scene and Drew was quite satisfied his job was done he had made his way over to the brunette and asked if she was alright.

Well, he hadn't quite expected the response he got, he had after all, just saved her from a couple of ignorant assholes. Ungrateful minx he thought to himself. Then again, maybe she was just scared that he was chasing them away for his own benefit, which he really wasn't. He had chased them away because they were bastards messing with a young girl and it wasn't right.

The slap stung his face. Well, she was certainly fiery and had attitude, he'd have taken his hat off to her, if he had one on, which he hadn't. He smirked, but shook his head, "Well now, if I'd known ya had tha' kinda spirit in ya, I'd have left ya to fight yer own battles, an' if ya ask me, those ones I jus' fought off fer ya, are more asshole than I could ever be." He then turned away from her shaking his head, and rubbing at his cheek, it had sure stung like hell.

After that first lashing, she went into a myriad of words and possibly emotions, as he just stood there, shaking his head wondering what the hell he had done to deserve the attitude he was getting from her. "Ya know if this is wha' I get fer savin' yer fuckin' ass, I'd sure like to know wha' I'd get fer tryin' to kiss ya." Then the name Brendan reached his ears. She had said Brendan. Well he wasn't, what the hell he thought. Then realisation suddenly dawned on him.

So, she must have been with his twin, and by all accounts it hadn't been the best relationship in the world, if this was the way she was supposedly treating him. He put his hands up then, "Whoa, wait, I ain't...." But she had turned her back to him and was walking away. He went after her, not because he wanted her as such, although he couldn't deny she was pretty and he had a thing for brunettes, no he was following her, because he wanted to get this mess sorted out.

He ran to catch up with her and then turned her around to face him, with his eyes glaring into hers, the dimples which normally show when he smiles were well hidden at this moment. "Look, I don' know wha' happened between ya an' Brendan, but I ain't him. Take a good look at me, am I actin' the same? But ya know wha'? I ain't got the time fer this fuckin' crap, ma life's been shit enough, I ain't needin' it any more shittier, sorry I spoiled yer day."

He about turned and headed toward his motorcycle, fuck getting a drink here, he'd go else where, but before he went on his bike, he turned back around again and shouted, "Ya know, I migh' look like him, but I guarantee am probably nothin' like him, but wha'ever." He then stepped onto his bike getting ready to start it up, which wasn't happening, it was messing him around and he hated when it did that. Probably needed more gas. He stepped off it and began kicking it "Jus' ma fuckin' luck, fuckin' run out of gas when I jus' wanna get the fuck away from here." Shaking his head and continuing to mumble loudly, "An' then get a slap in yer face fer your troubles of savin' some girl from the clutches of a couple of bastards. Jus' fuckin' typical Drew, jus' fuckin' typical."

With that he gave his bike one more good kick at the wheel, and then began to run his hand messily through his hair.

[romz]

Megan noticed him smirking as she slapped him. What did he enjoy pain or something? "Maybe they were assholes. But after what you done to me bub, you're the biggest asshole in the World right now." Her long flowing hair bounced as she turned to leave, her figure now getting back to normal from the scarily skinny it had been for the past month. She looked 'hot' again as some would say. But she didn't feel it, she felt ugly and alone. It wasn't fair anymore, she hated herself. And the fact Brendan was here with an apparent 'new' ability just pissed her off more. But it was strange, he wasn't acting like he usually did.

The swearing was what struck her most, Brendan never swore like this.. EVER. He then said it, 'tryin' to kiss ya'. Butterflies immediately shot through her belly, the only man she ever truly loved just talked about kissing her. Wait. This was confusing, he said save her ass but hadn't he done it before? She was confused. The confusion became too much and she couldn't help but walk out. She shook her head and wiped the corner of her eyes which were unfortunately leaking. Megan had fought so hard not to cry these days. It only brought her more hurt and pain than she needed.

As she got outside she felt a hand tug her elbow and turn her around. When she stumbled, facing him she realised it was him again. Her heart melted and she looked up into his piercing grey eyes not being able to bring herself to stop looking. He made a big speech how he wasn't Brendan, and how he didn't act the same. It was obviously a strange situation whatever the hell was going on. How could it... not be Brendan? They looked almost exactly the same; except this guys hair was slightly longer and straighter, his stubble was slightly darker and his eyes were more grey than Brendan's. His twin? It couldn't be... could it?

As Megan gathered her thoughts she noticed her turned away and headed towards a rather nice looking Suzuki motorbike. Ok DEFINITELY not Brendan. She felt bad suddenly and looked up as he shouted back at her. 'No you're nothing like him.' She thought, getting a pain in her stomach. Meg noticed the look alike step over the Suzuki and try and rev it up. But she had no gas, Meg could tell from the choking sound she made. He stepped off the bike and began kicking it. A bit of a temper... wait why did she care? Megan sighed, follow her heart? Or follow her head? She didn't know anymore.

The man gave one more hard kick to his bike and then ran his hands through his shaggy dirty blonde hair. Megan folded her arms in one another, feeling the strong winds blow through her jacket. She began walking over to him, slowly and cautiously. "Having problems?" She asked barely getting the words out. "Look... I'm sorry. You just look the double of him... if not better looking." Crap, why'd she have to go and say that? Megan blushed, her olive cheeks tinting a modest red. "Sorry... I'm Megan. I'm so sorry about that in there... it's just a lot of shit has happened recently, I'm a pretty screwed up girl... I'm sorry." Tears stung the corner of Megan's eyes, and she felt one fall. "Sorry." She mumbled as she turned to face the open desert ahead.

[andrew]

What the hell was this girl on? After what she did to him? What? Save her god damned fucking ass? What the hell was her problem? He thought he had done a good thing, turns out he had done anything but a good turn it would seem. "I don' know wha' the hell yer talkin' yer abou', other than jus' savin' yer ass, but I can see tha' was such a good choice fer me to make." He almost growled the words at her, he didn't need this shit. Well, so much for him saving the pretty brunette's ass, he wouldn't be so quick to do that again.

He just glared after her as she about turned and walked away from him. Fucking cheek of it, he thought. Not even a word of thanks. When she had walked off, and he began to think that maybe she had been with his twin and that's why he was getting the abuse he was getting, he had went after her. He had turned her round quite roughly to face him and was glaring into her eyes. She didn't say anything to him after all his words, and just thought, fuck it, and left her to go back to his bike.

But of course his bike had taken that point to run out of gas and refuse to start up much to his major annoyance. Which set his temper off, although very little set his temper off. He had begun kicking at the wheels of his treasured bike, and he was constantly swearing at it, as if it would help. Just then, he heard the voice, the one who had mouthed off at him for saving her ass.

He turned slowly to face her, not exactly smiling, but not exactly angry either, "Ah, wha' do ya care?" His voice was quite gruff, but he couldn't deny there was an attraction there, she was damn hot, and she was a damn brunette. Just his luck to be faced with a brunette, who had obviously been with the twin he'd never met, and she mouthed off at him. He turned to his bike again, wondering where he'd be able to get some gas for her.

She then began to talk some more, and this time he turned to face her properly and listened to what she said, as she apologised to him. Drew wasn't particularly a bad guy, but he wasn't a complete softie either. But he felt his eyes go from glaring to possibly smiling, maybe. The dimples were showing slightly as well, not in full force like when he really smiled, but they were faintly showing.

"Double of him? Well yeah I guess I would, since he's ma twin." Then she added that he might be better looking, which definitely showed a smile, "Is tha' righ'?" He chuckled slightly at that, thinking it was good that he might be the better looking out of him and his twin. She then rambled on a few apologies and how a lot of shit had happened, and she was a bit screwed up right now.

"Hell we all go through times like tha' sweetheart. Ain't been a barrel of laughs fer me either, jus' got outta jail if am honest." He then went into his pocket, and pulled out a handkerchief, "Here, fer the tears." He softened his look and approach toward her then. "An' maybe ya could help me, gotta get some gas fer her." He pointed to the bike, which he really didn't have to do, as it was fairly obvious he was talking about the bike.

[romz]

Megan noticed him turn to face her. He wasn't quite smiling, yet he didn't look as angry either. He asked what did she care? She shrugged, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry okay? You just look so damn like him." Meg sighed heavily, leaning against the wall in front of the bike, she rested one foot behind her on the wall itself and leaned lightly on her other leg, pouting her lips in frustration. The twin turned back to his bike, leaning over it. Megan tilted her head, checking out his ass as he bent over. She blushed slightly, he looked better in jeans that's for sure. Somehow she was more attracted to this guy than Brendan. He was more biker, more rock n roll, more... like her.

That's when she started apologising more, feeling genuinely bad for slapping at him and accusing him of his twin's actions. She never knew Brendan had a twin, that was the biggest shock of all. It hadn't actually sunk in yet. Meg stood up straight as she explained herself, she couldn't bring herself to look at him exactly. When she finished and looked at him, she noticed how amazingly grey his eyes were. But that wasn't all, she noticed the dimples in his cheeks as he softly smiled. It was so much better than before, she felt closer to this guy already than she ever had done with Brendan. When she complimented him about being 'better looking' he chuckled lightly while she turned crimson.

Then unfortunately she ended up under her guard slightly and let that single tear fall. He called Megan, sweetheart again making her stomach fly open. He said he got out of jail. Her head snapped up, "You... you were in jail?" Meg had to mentally kick herself to remind herself that this wasn't Brendan. The twin pulled out a handkerchief, he still hadn't told her his name. "What's your name? So I don't accidentally call you Brendan." She smiled lightly, folding the handkerchief up and stuffing it down in her jeans. He asked her where he could get gas for 'her'. Meg smiled and nodded her head in the direction of a small garage across the road. "Will that do ya?" As she began walking towards it, tucking her hands in the back of her jean pockets, she noticed several men begin to walk towards both her and the twin. She gulped.

[andrew]

When the girl approached him asking if he had problems and he had asked what she cared, he saw her shrug and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. He noted that move thinking to himself it looked kinda cute. Hot brunette who could act cute. What wasn't there to like? Well, apart from the fact she'd obviously been with his twin and not had the best of times with him. It did make him wonder what had gone down, was he more of a hard nut than he was? Had he beaten her up or something? Because if he had, then he might be ending himself in jail again after a punch up with the twin he was in Vegas looking for.

She then apologised to him again, stating that he just looked so damn like him. "Well as I ain't seen him yet, I wouldn' really know maself. But, apology accepted, I guess." He winked a little at her then, his face beginning to soften. He seemed to be attracted to her, and didn't know if that was a good or a bad sign, especially given that he would like to meet his family, but how awkward would that be? 'Hey yer ma twin, an' this is ma girlfriend, yeah I know ya both dated, but well, I got her now'. Somehow he didn't think that would go down very well.

He noticed her face glowing a crimson red, when he'd chuckled at her comment about him being better looking than his twin. He was desperate to tease her about the red face, but as he didn't really know her that well, naturally, and had no idea how she would have reacted, he decided to keep quiet. He noticed how quickly her head shot up when he'd mentioned just getting out of jail.

"Ain't him, remember!" But he chuckled again, this was sure awkward, but in a way Drew was enjoying the awkwardness between them over the situation. It was funny, and her words of him being better looking were still running through his head, making him crack a smirk when he thought about it. "Yeah, got done fer GBH after I beat up two thugs who caused ma dad to have a heart attack an' die an' ma mom in hospital recoverin' fer weeks." He told her, not sure why he was telling her so much about his past so soon. But he figured he had to open up to someone, may as well be somebody who was neutral to the situation.

Then he remembered, she had been with his twin, so she wasn't exactly neutral to the situation, but she was to his own personal one. "Got out after two years fer bein' a good boy, an' the fact I did it defendin' ma folks honour. But ma mom jus' died of a heart attack an', well there's more to the story, but I wont bore ya with the details, unless ya got the time an' really wanna know." He had probably just shared more of his past with her in this short space of time, than he had with anybody his whole life.

She then asked for his name. Running a hand through his hair, wiping his free one on his jeans he held it out, "Name's Drew Coll..." He was about to say the surname he had known most of his life, but figured it was really Harris, so shaking his head, he continued, "Harris, Drew Harris." He smiled deeply then, showing those dimples in full force now, "So, does the pretty lady have a name then? Or have I gotta guess sweetheart?" He had then asked where he could get gas for his bike.

The girl nodded her head in the direction of a garage, Drew hadn't even noticed what with being firstly, too into fighting the guys off, secondly too into staring at her, and thirdly, too into his anger after she'd slapped him. "Yeah, guess tha'll do jus' fine." He began to follow her to the garage and then noticed several men heading in their direction. The two he had fought off before with some of their mates it looked like.

Damn he thought. Since there was now about six of them, Drew wondered what the best ability would be to try and attack them with. With invisibility he knew he couldn't be seen, with strength he could probably tear them apart within minutes, with telekinesis he could do quite a bit of damage, then there was the current ability he was holding, the pyrokinesis. What would be more effective?

"Guess ya didn' fuckin' hear me afore then?" Drew yelled at the two he'd fought off earlier, he put his iPod into his ears quickly and began to listen to Dream On by Aerosmith, once he felt the new ability surge through him, he pulled the earphones out, switched off the iPod, turning to the girl he said, "Ya stay hear an' don' come any nearer them, got it? An' if any of them make their way to ya afore I get a hold of them, get runnin' back into tha' bar or the garage."

He then went toward the group, immediately heading for the two whom he had fought back before. Grabbing one of them with his left hand and the other with his right, and hit one of them off the other, cracking their skulls together, and then like they were rag dolls he threw them away from him, making them go quite a distance. "Two down, anybody else wan' a fuckin' piece of me?" He growled at the remaining group of four.

[romz]

“GBH eh?” Megan didn't show no fear. She knew he would have a half decent explanation for why he was in jail. God, if anyone messed with Maria or Logan she would soon destroy them however she could. She listened to him and nodded, not really responding after. She didn't want to seem contradicting or piss him off again. Usually... that was all Megan had going for her nowadays, pissing guys off.

Breaking the silence, Meg asked him his name. He went to say 'Drew Coll...' but stopped himself promptly. She raised an eyebrow and then lowered it when he said 'Drew Harris'. She smiled, her bright teeth shining in the dim-lit road. It was almost like a freeway, yet just too small. There was so many wide open spaces. That's when he said it. He called her sweetheart. Tingles sent up her spine and raised the hairs on her arms. Goosebumps covered her all of a sudden, and she felt a sudden lust for this man. More so than she had with Brendan. “Megan, Megan Howlett.” She smiled at him and followed him as he began walking to the garage.

That's when the gang came. Megan immediately cowered behind Drew, holding onto his leather jacket ever so lightly. She noticed him pull his iPod out and suddenly listen to something she couldn't quite make out. When she looked at his back, her hand tightly twined with the leather of his jacket, she realised it beginning to glowing. Drew turned around suddenly staring at her, he warned her to stay where she was and make a run for the garage or back to the bar if they came towards her. She didn't yet know if he realised she had been clinging to him but he charged forwards, leaving her standing there. What Drew didn't notice was the four guys emerging behind them from the shadows. Megan turned, seeing them then looked down at her hands, they were both now glowing brightly. She held them up and stared at them. “Sweetheart, why don't cha come with us, we won't hurt ya or ya friend over there.” Meg smiled at them, her eyebrows furrowing as she did. “Come and get me then cowboy.” Why this sudden boost of confidence? She glanced over her shoulder quickly, to make sure Drew was ok. She saw him crack to of the guys skulls together and then toss them afar like they were dolls. That was when she was punched to the ground, hitting her lip of the gravel beneath.

Being a fighter, she wouldn't go down that easy and with a quick blast of energy she stood up and held her hands out. A large fireball came emerging, sending the guy who had punched her over a truck. He was alight, desperately trying to get it out. As two more ran towards her she fired both hands out, sending two more fireballs into them. They didn't get back up, rolling around on the gravel to try and put themselves out of the fire flowing over their clothes and bodies. The last guy flipped a knife out of his pocket, running towards her. This time, the fire didn't come. She was too weak, never having used pyrokinesis before. She backed up as quickly as she could, bumping into the same leather jacket she had been clinging to moments prior. “DREW!” She shouted.

[andrew]

When she questioned the GBH, he just nodded his head and then went into an explanation of why, shocking himself for being so open and honest with a young woman he'd only just met. There was definitely something attracting him to her, and somehow he could only see it being a curse, what with the whole twin confusion thing. Then again, he couldn't help who he felt attracted to, it wasn't his god damned fault his twin had dated her, and did god knows what to make her act the way she had.

After he introduced himself, he couldn't help but notice her lovely smile as she in turn introduced herself. "Megan." He repeated her name, it sure rolled off the tongue nice, "Well it's sure good to meet ya then Megan." He shook his head slightly as he thought how idiotic his twin must have been to let go of this one. She was young, brunette and simply stunning, and she had a bit of bite, that was probably what was attracting him the most to her, the fact she was a little fighter.

It was at this point as they began to walk toward the garage, the guys he had chased away before had come back, with friends. When Drew listened to his music to get a decent ability running through him, he could feel Megan tugging at his jacket behind him. He didn't mind, he wanted to try and do everything to keep her from harms way. But just before he flew for them, he'd told Megan to stay back, and if anybody came toward her, she was to head toward the bar or the garage and get away from them all.

So, he had gone into fighting the guys off, not realising there were more behind them, he was too busy concentrating on the ones in front of him, to realise that Megan was being attacked behind him. When he heard the voices behind him however, it was just after he had yelled if anybody else wanted a piece of him. He turned, and saw Megan throwing fireballs at them, so she had the pyrokinesis ability, cool, he thought. Just then he felt himself being pulled from behind, so immediately he put his hand on the arm and twisted it right round until he heard it snap and the guy screamed out in pain. He then lifted him with one hand and swung him, before hurling him into the distance.

He had just finished taking out the ones he had been faced with, when he felt someone lean into his back, he was about to swing for them, until he heard his name being yelled. He turned then, to see one last guy coming toward Megan with a knife in his hand. "Why ain't ya flamin' him down like the others?" He asked, shaking his head, not realising that she didn't have pyrokinesis, he just assumed from seeing the earlier fireballs. But he didn't hesitate, as he grabbed Megan and put her behind him, and then grabbed the hand of the guy the knife was in, and twisted his arm around, and round until he heard it snap, just like the guy before. He then grabbed his other arm and did the same thing with that one, the guy ended up on his knees, crying in pain.

"Think ya've had enough yet then?" Drew growled at him, he took a quick look around, he seemed to be the last one, he had caused enough damage to the ones he'd taken out, so they shouldn't be running back to them anytime soon. "Well, ya see, I ain't fuckin' sure ya've had enough." And with that, he lifted the guy up by the feet, swung him round his head effortlessly and then hurled him down the road, Drew then put his hand up to his eye, looking to see how far he was travelling.

He then turned round to Megan, after making sure the coast was clear again. "Well, I ain't sure they're gonna come back again, an' if they do, they ain't gonna live, guarantee it." He dusted himself down then, and then really looked at Megan, he saw that she'd cut herself. He instinctively put his hand up to her lip, wiping the blood away, "Ya've hurt yerself, are ya alrigh' sweetheart? D'ya need to sit down? Or d'ya jus' wanna get the fuck outta here?" The soon as he got gas for the bike, he could take her as far away from this place as she wanted, she only had to ask.

[romz]

Megan scowled at him when he asked her why she wasn't flaming them like the others. It just went away... She had never had it before. Maybe she needed a match or something. But then she watched what Drew was doing, throwing people as if they were baseballs or something. He protectively put her behind him, making her mouth twinge into a smile. She loved it when someone protected her like this. Especially him... Meg heard the guy's arm snap and she flinched, cringing deeply. The sound of a bone snapping certainly wasn't her favourite sound in the World. She peeped her head around, seeing the guy on his knees.

Coming to the conclusion none of the assholes were left, Megan stepped from behind Drew, moving her hands from his back. Meg jumped back and watched as Drew flung him down the road. “I'd make that a homerun.” She giggled, her cheeks glowing effortlessly. Meg looked at the twin and grinned as he said he didn't think they were coming back. “Nice going Southerner, and no I don't think they'll be coming back somehow.” She saw a couple of them run off, barely being able to move their legs. “Ah let 'em go, they can't get far without running into some trouble.” She then noticed Drew lifting his hand to her face, wiping the blood from her lip. She couldn't help but smile and giggle when he asked if she wanted to get 'the fuck' outta there. “Oh I'll be fine, don't worry. And hell yeah, I could do getting away from here for a night.”

Not helping herself, she instinctively took his hand, and quickly released it, stepping out of reach. “Sorry, keep forgetting your just a better version of him.” She sighed but smiled, much preferring the company of him. With that, Meg put her hands in the back of her jeans pockets, looking up at Drew from time to time as they continued their journey to the garage across the dirt road.

[andrew]

When Drew had asked Megan why she wasn't flaming the other guys down, he saw her scowl at him. Was she thinking he was his twin again? Or there was more to her ability, maybe she wasn't just a pyrokinetic which was what he thought she was. He took a mental note to ask her about her ability when this was over. He hadn't hesitated however, and made sure Megan was behind him as he continued to fight off the rest of the gang. When Drew had finished with the last guy, he felt Megan move, and she was soon beside him, and then commented on how he'd thrown the guy down the street.

He glanced at her from the side, his hair falling loosely over his face, and smiled at her, only because she was giggling. "Tha' wha' ya call it sweetheart?" He looked at the distance he'd thrown him, and then began to nod his head, chuckling slightly, "Yeah, guess it was a pretty damned good throw. I'd like to call it a perfect asshole toss maself, but yeah I can live with a homerun." Megan then spoke, saying nice going Southerner. He couldn't help but grin at her, "Pretty brunettes always bring out the tough guy in me ya see." He winked then, and chuckled. It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't the complete truth either, Drew just liked using his ability to fight, he'd have done it for any woman in trouble.

As some of them got up Drew made to go after them, but Megan then said to let them go, they'd only run into some trouble, and he figured she was right, so he just left it. He had then noticed the cut on her lip and went to wipe it away asking if she was alright. He smiled at her response and then she said that she could do with getting away. "Well c'mon then, ain't nothin' better than a motorcycle ride, with the wind blowin' yer hair." He then felt Megan take his hand, which sort of felt nice, but he wasn't really the holding hands type, arm around the waist maybe, carrying piggy back style, definitely, but not really hand holding.

He noticed her drop it and then apologise, mentioning the whole 'better twin' thing. "Ya don' hafta apologise sweetheart, but if a little closeness is wha' yer after, how abou' ya hop up here." With that, he stooped down, "Jump on ma back." He waited to see if she would or not, so if she did, he'd wrap his arms around her legs to carry her toward the garage. Then they could get some gas for the bike and he could take her as far away as she wanted. She only had to say the word.

"So, any idea where ya wanna go? Or jus' wan' me to take to the road an' see where we end up?" It was true he was looking for his family, but he figured there was no real hurry to find them, he could look for them another day, it didn't have to be today, and it most definitely didn't have to be tonight, not now he'd found a brunette, he could quite easily get crazy about.

[romz]

Megan raised her eyebrows, "Pretty brunette? Ya got the wrong woman there Drew." She didn't think she wasn't pretty, but she wasn't vain at the same time. It was strange, after the way Brendan left her, and the way Logan decided to go back to Canada to live, she found herself being alone with no help whatsoever. Before she had her job, her life at the Corinthian, but after the whole thing with the other twin, it just deterioated into nothing. But she didn't want Drew to think she was crazy, or anything of the like so she just smiled at him.

"I could do with that, the feel of freedom... at least that's what some people call it?" Meg had been on a motorbike when she was younger, or a dirt bike at least. But nothing like the Suzuki Drew owned. That was a speed bike, one that hit the top miles per hour limit. She grinned at the thought, imagining still riding when the sun came up. It was a perfect dream.

When she dropped Drew's hand she felt herself turn red; embarrasment and guilt ran through her. He was so alike, yet so different. Drew told her not to apologise, and unexpectedly crouched down and told her to jump on his back. She grinned, her whole face lighting up with surprise. Eagerly she jumped on, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck and down to his chest. He was warm, so beautifully warm.

"I never plan ahead. Seems to work out pretty well." Megan smiled and adjusted herself so she wasn't hurting him. At least she hoped she wasn't. It seemed a shame when they walked across the dirt road to get off his back, but she did it, to show she wasn't the crazy, obsessed type. "I'm gonna get a few sodas, do you want anything?" She reached in her jeans and pulled out a few dollars, smiling to herself because she hadn't wasted it all on beer. "Maybe a few cookie dough bites, yum." Now she was speaking to herself, it didn't bother her really. But she didn't know what he might think. Then again, being herself was all she could be. It was the best way to be.

[andrew]

When Megan questioned the pretty brunette remark, he wasn't sure what to say or do. Although to him, it was the typical female reaction, it didn't matter how you complimented them or on what, they always found a way to argue against what you said. However, he guessed the fact she wasn't that big up herself either, was kind of cool. He shrugged his shoulders then, shaking his head, "Women, their own worst critic." He sighed, "If tha's wha' ya think, but am pretty sure plenty of others think different to yerself." He left it there, he could tell already, she was quite the feisty female, and he didn't want to face that side of her again quite so soon, even if she had mistaken him for his twin earlier.

He grinned at Megan when she commented on the motorbike ride, calling it freedom. "Yeah, tha's wha' it's called alrigh'. Supposed to be findin' ma 'real family', but I am sure I can do tha' anytime I wanna." He used his fingers for quotation marks when saying the words 'real family'. Maybe he'd never find them, meet them, but in a way, that would be kinda sad he thought, seeing as he was the only one left from the 'Collins Family'.

When Megan had reached for his hand, although not a hand holding person, he wouldn't have probably said anything if she hadn't removed her hand, but she had. So, thinking she was after a bit of closeness, he had crouched down and told her to get on his back, wondering if she would. He saw that grin on her face and instantly knew he'd said the right thing. So as soon as she in place, he wrapped his arms around her legs, so she wouldn't fall back. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, and her hands reached to his chest. The touch did make him close his eyes briefly and take in a slow deep breath.

"Works fer me an' all sweetheart." Drew replied with a smile when Megan said she never made plans, so he was just going to take her on his bike and just go with the flow to wherever they would end up. He wondered where that would be? Somewhere in Nevada at any rate, he didn't want to veer to far away from where he knew his biological family lived, or at least, the majority of them anyway. Maybe he could take her through to the Hoover Dam. Soon they had reached the garage, and he felt Megan drop from his back. It wouldn't have bothered him, carrying into the shop, but he figured it was probably for the best, they might have got some looks.

Megan then told him she was going to get a few sodas and did he want anything. "Yeah, ya could maybe grab a coupla beers fer me sweetheart?" He had a feeling, that Megan wasn't quite old enough to drink alcohol yet, seeing as you had to be 21 in the States to drink alcohol. After he had paid for the gas for his bike, he grabbed some snacks, basically potato chips and some salted peanuts.

He waited for Megan to come to the counter, "Can I get this fer ya?" He asked, not wanting to assume she'd be happy with him to pay for her, in case she was one of these independent women, his mother, well adoptive mother, had been like that. Not that Drew was exactly rolling in the money, but he had enough left from his adoptive mother's estate, and he knew he was about to make himself known to the Harris family, and he knew they were thick in wealth, but then, meeting his real family had nothing to do with that part of them.