Matt smirked softly then kissed the bruise playfully, laughing softly as it faded a bit faster. "Fuck.. thats just freaky.. I can't watch.." he said and dropped the rest of the bandage to the floor. "Looks like we're down to one jacket between us... Maybe we should raid a clothing store... you're distracting me form the mission.."
 
"That would probably be a good idea...I don't like to take zombies on half naked." Saffron replied with a smirk. He gave him a look, looking him up and down with a bit more of a smirk. "And I'm not the only one who's distracting." He moved one hand, letting his fingers run over the ying yang tattoo, then the other on his stomach. "Interesting tattoos."
 
Matt found himself biting back a contented sigh at the feeling of Saffron’s fingers on his skin. “Hmm.. someone might almost think I have a death fixation or something, hmm?” he asked with a soft smirk. “I’m due for a new one I think… think an Angel of Death would look good on here somewhere…”
 
Saffron smirked slightly raising his eyes to look at him, letting his fingers linger on his stomach. "Oh I think the right kind of..design would fit in." He said, before glancing at the window at the sound of the zombies breaking something outside. He sighed and shook his head.
 
Matt sighed wearily and pulled Saffron closer, one hand raising to stroke his cheek. "Well..I suppose that's our cue to get moving.. the natives are getting restless... might be able to blame that on our little..'power surge'.." he added with a smirk. "Last kiss for the road?" he asked, his thumb brushing over Safron's bottom lip gently.
 
Saffron smirked slightly. "Lets hope our power surge didn't do much damage." He said, the sound of what sounded like a few zombies fighting with each other. He wrapped his arm around Matt's neck and pulled him closer, kissing him.
 
Matt smirked softly as he returned the kiss, his arms wrapped around the smaller man. The kiss ended with a sigh. "Damn... normally i'm all for this shit.. but this time, I'd give anything for this place to be zombie-less." he gave another sigh and reluctantly let go of Saffron. He moved to the window and looked out. "So.. next stop.. shirts...now to find a store..."
 
Saffron rubbed his shoulder, rotating it a moment, before moving over to the window as well, looking out. There were a few zombies out side in the street mulling around aimlessly. "They act dumb...but they're not..." He said softly watching them, before glancing around.
 
He spotted a family dollar store down the street, cheap, close, but he wouldn't complain.
Matt was watching the zombies as well, a faint smirk on his face. "No... well.. not all of them. Some of them seem to be ..'less'... I think they're older... maybe they're starting to break down too much already..." he said softly then followed Safron's gaze. "Oh.. lovely... shall we?"
 
Saffron frowned slightly. "If they're the older ones...the ones that are less smart...and it's like you say, maybe breaking down, then we'd just be able to wait for that to happen with the rest. No... what if its' the other way around and it's the older ones that are smarter?"
 
Matt raised an eyebrow and turned to loo at him. "Well... they're zombies. they're dead. They don't get smarter... they loose any intelligence they have as they continue to decay...." he said then sighed and crossed his arms. "Except they're not normal zombies... fuck.. that's not good..."
 
"No, they're not...they said back at hte office it was a virus...that's definitly going to complicate things." Saffron said, leaning against the window frame a moment. He glanced down the street again. "Well we can't stay in here forever, so we might as well make a try at it."
 
Matt nodded slowly. "Yeah...just keep in touch, huh?" he said with a smirk and took his hand, his knife already in the other one. "And don't be shy to test your powers on them... Fuck.. i can still feel them.. its weird... they feel really fucking weird.."
 
Saffron sighed, and slipped past him, pausing long enough to kiss him quickly before heading toward the door near them. He summoned one of his swords as well, his hand still in Matt's. "The sooner we get to the satalite phone, the better."
 
Matt smirked softly, still on a high about the way things were between them. "Let's see just what this power thing we've got going here can do, huh?" he said playfully. "Shall we take it slow and see what happens.. or just break and run for it?"
 
Saffron stopped at the door, letting go of his hand to place it on the frame and considered a moment. His abilities were still on a high level, one he'd never felt before and he had no idea what he could do, on his own or especially with Matt there. "Maybe we should take it slow..until we're noticed."
 
Matt smirked darkly and gave his knife a flip. "Yeah... fuck.. I feel so charged... like I could snap my fingers and drop them all... think I probably could if they were just plain zombies.." he said thoughtfully. "Fuck... just.. keep me away from cemetaries, man... last time I felt so wired I raised a dozen by accident.. and that wasn't even close to what I feel now..."
 
Saffron winced slightly, and glanced at him. "Well then lets hope Dav's directions were wrong and the bunker isn't near the cemetary like she said." he said, before looking back. "I don't know...the way I'm feeling, I might be able to pull something I've only done once before when I was at my angeriest...and that's pull their life from them, over a distance..."
 
"Saff… babe... they're dead.. they don't have any life to pull. Energy, yeah... actually.. who knows with these things... At least anything I call up will be normal and I should be able to put back down again. Hell.. might be able to use them against these buggers." he said then slipped his hand over Saffron's back and gave his rear a soft slap. "Come on.. let's get moving before we change our minds."
 
"Well they've got something close to life, or I wouldn't have been able to dispatch the ones earlier..." He had a stray thought wondering if the high he was on was strong enough to bring a person back from the dead, whole, soul and all. It was always said a death elemental could do that but it would kill them. He wasn't going to try yet. With a shake of his head, he pushed the door open with a smirk and slipped out side along the side walk, watching the zombies.
 
Matt gave his knife a final flip in his hand as he followed Saffron, his senses tuned to the creatures surrounding them. This close to Saffron.. or perhaps as an after effect of their kiss.. he could feel the auras, both around them and around the creatures incredibly strong.. he narrowed his gaze as he had a thought. "Hang on a sec..." he said softly and, reaching out carefully he pulled on the aura's of the closest creatures and used it to mask their own. Something drew them and normally zombies didn't attack other zombies... of course, they'd heard some sort of commotion earlier, so maybe it wouldn't work. "I've masked our 'living' presence... they could still smell us or something, but it might help..."
 
Saffron eyed the creatures. "Suppose we can hope." He said softly before starting down the street, one hand gripping his sword in a good grip, keeping his attention on the zombies. So far they hadn't noticed them at all. They came to an alley and Saffron cast a glance down it which was clear. He looked back as they crossed the alley. The zombies were still mulling around, but so far hadn't taken notice. It almost had Saffron a bit worried.
 
Matt felt a growing unease as they slipped past the creatures. The strangeness of them and their auras were beginning to get on his nerves. He could control them if nessecary, but it was harder then with normal zombies and he felt... strange afterward. Almost like a bad taste was left over... He shook his head slightly as he followed, doing his best to clamp down on the power increase.
 
They made it to the next shop with out being spotted and Saffron tested the door, which had to be locked. He rolled his eyes and leaned against the door frame between the two doors a moment, before flipping his sword over and driving the smaller blade into the glass above lock. He cast a look at the zombies as he did that. If they noticed the noise, they weren't moving their way. Saffron shoved the door open and moved in.
 
Graves snorted, smirking softly as he followed him inside. "You could've just asked.. I can pick just about any lock.. some take longer then others, but at least there's not noise or broken glass.." he said, his eyes sparkling in amusement. "Oh.. lovely... " he said in with a snort as he looked over the store. "The almighty dollar at it's 'finest'... he said softly as he picked up a pen with a fuzzy ball that bouncy as it moved. He snorted and dropped the pen on the counter. "Shirts... gods.. the idea of this scares me.."
 
Saffron chuckled softly, as he moved further into the store, and snatched up a candy bar as he moved further back towards where the apparel was. He had to snicker at Graves last comment as he picked up one shirt. "What, don't like cute kittens?" He asked, tossing a shirt over his shoulder towards Graves, with a huge kitten with huge eyes on the front.
 
Matt snorted and tossed the shirt at the nearest shelf. "fuck no... cute eyed critters make me want to hurl... especially those god-awful ones where the head and eyes are bigger then the body.. yeah.." he said, crossing his arms as Saffron held up another shirt. "Like those..." he snorted and moved to help look. "Hey.. Batman .... Batman rocks.. he's mine... as soon as I find my size.... " he said smirking as he flipped through the shirts.
 
Saffron snickered, opening the candy bar as he browsed through the shirts. He'd glance every so often at the windows to check on the zombies. Breaking another piece of candy bar, he found a simple black shirt with the anarchy symbol on it. Worked for him. He snatched one and turned to the rack of jeans. Cheap, but at least wearable..
 
Matt grinned as he pulled a simple black tshirt with the batman emblem on it.. it looked like the ones that had come out with the first Michael Keaton version...He snorted as he shrugged out of his jacket and pulled the shirt on. A bit snug, but it was the best he was going to be able to do, by the looks of it. He spotted Saffron at the jeans, then glanced down at his own. Aside form a bit of blood spatter and a new hole in the ass end.. they were alright. He headed back to the candy bars and grabbed a few to shove in his pockets before grabbing a couple bottles of water as well.
 
Saffron managed to find a pair of jeans that could work. He wasn't going to do this in the ruined brocade he was wearing now. Setting the shirt and jeans aside on the rack, he leaned down to undo his boots. He realized he was at least going to have to go back to his car in the morning if possible and get his bag.
 
Matt was headed back to Saffron with the bottled water when he spotted him bent over. He smirked and leaned back against a shelf. "Nice ass." he said softly as he set the extra bottle aside and opened his to take a drink. "Shall I be a gentleman and turn around?"
 
"Well I could have said the same earlier." Saffron replied with a smirk, before straightening up and toeing off his boots, he glanced over his shoulder at him, still smirking. "Are you going to be a gentleman and turn around?" He asked, eyeing him while undoing his pants.
 
Matt shrugged. "I don;t know... not much of a gentleman.. hell.. I don't think i've ever done anything gentlemanly in my life, come to think of it." his eyes sparkled as he smirked at him, raising his bottle for another drink. "Would you like me to turn around? I'm rather enjoying the show.."
 
Saffron gave a soft laugh, glancing over his shoulder at him, before sliding the pants down, the black silk boxers clearly visable. He kicked off the pants and grabbed the jeans, tearing the tags off. "I should have grabbed my bag before hitting the road."
 
Matt smirked and shook his head. "Damn ... are those silk? Fuck man.. don't you have any regular clothing? Is everything fancy with you?"he laughed softly, shaking his head as he finished off the water and recapped the bottle before chucking it across the store. "And yeah... probably shouldve.. but it would've been left in my car, most likely.. or back at the office.. either way, you still wouldn't have it here.."
 
"Yes, I have regular clothes. I was at a friend's place before I hit theroad...well it's difficult to explain but she's got a dress code." He said with a smirk before starting to slip the jeans on. They were going to be something of a tight fit, but at least they'd work. "But yeah, I do tend to wear a lot of fancy things too."
 
Matt just shook his head slowly. "And boxers... fuck.. I didn't think people actually still wore those things... I tried once.. fuckin' uncomfortable... don't know how you can do it.." he said, then raised one eyebrow as he noted how tight the jeans were. "Better practise moving in those... wouldn't do to be out fighting monsters and rip the ass out of them..." he added with a grin.
 
"Oh they'll be tight, but not too tight. I've worn worse." Saffron said with a slight smirk, before doing the jeans up. "New jeans are always stiff. And yeah, well, I can't wear anything but boxers...dare I ask about you?" He asked, bending back down to pull on his boots.
 
Matt smirked a bit bigger. "Bikinis. " he chuckled softly. Got some of those boxer briefs too.. not bad.. bit too much material though.., and they feel really fucking weird having that extra material on my legs.. and how the fuck did we start this conversation?" he asked with a chuckle. He watched Saffron finish retying his boots and tossed him the bottle of water. "Come on... lets go find that radio."
 
Saffron caught the water and unscrewed the cap. "I have no idea." He said with a smirk taking a drink, before recaping it and grabbing the t-shirt to pull it on. "In a minute, I wanna take a look around here, see if there isn't anything we can use on the way there..." He said, grabbing the water again and moving further into the store. "Do a little shopping..."
 
Matt snorted and pulled one of the candy bars from his pocket, ripping it open. "Lovely... well.. at least we're not wasting money on this crap.. just if you're going for anything even remotely electrical.. don't expect it to actually work... at least not without dying quickly... or causing a fire.."
 
Saffron paused, snatching a cheap duffle bag and headed into the house hold item isles, he paused at the cosmetics and hair care and grabbed a couple cans of hair spray dropping them in the duffle bag. "No I was thinking more along the lines of something USABLE." He said, eyeing the items.
 
Graves chuckled softly as he followed. "Ahh... usuable crap. That had better be for flamable purposes.. if you start doing your hair.. i'll have to hurt you..." he said with a grin, eyeng the hair spray. "Lighters are at the front by the tills... saw them as we came in... anything you want me to grab, or can I just follow along behind and enjoy the view?"
 
"Oh you can get away with following me around." Saffron said, before grabbing a couple bottles of rubbing alchohol. He did grab a pack of hair ties and pulled one off, pausing to run his hands through his hair to pull it back out of his eyes. "Just figure we could use a little more fire power if we needed it. Best to be prepared..."
 
He snorted softly then snatched one of the ties and pulled his own hair back. He usually wore it down to cover the ears, but in this case, it was best to be able to see. "Check seasonal... bet they have those bug torches and shit like that over there.. you might be inspired by some of it.." he added with a smirk.
 
"Probably..." Saffron said thoughtfully, a touch absentminded while eyeing some cleaning supplies. Deciding against it, he went to the next couple of isles adding things to the duffle bag here and there.
 
Graves followed along behind, sometimes eyeing the things that went into the bag, but mostly his attention was split between watching Saffron and watching the windows at the front of the store. He could still feel the creatures milling around aimlessly outside... and he could still feel that cold chill the stretched between the two of them. The creatures still felt wrong and the longer he could feel them the more uncomfortable it made him. The chill between Saffron and himself though just felt more and more comfortable...
 
Saffron eyed a few more things, then finally headed for the front, grabbing a dozen lighters in various sizes, and balls of sting, casting a glance out the windows. He paused at a till, dropping the bag on the counter, and began sorting through it, with one ear on the zombies, he felt incredibly calm, not that he couldn't in extreme situations but at the moment he was VERY calm.
 
Matt leaned on the counter and watched him. "Saff... they're dead... you can't pay dead people."
 
Saffron snickered, before begining to adjust the strap of the bag. "If there's anything else you want to add, better do so now." He replied, watching the zombies as he adjusted the strap.
Matt snorted and grabbed a couple more bottles of water. "Hungry? Aside from candy and chocolate.. there are cookies..." he called from the entrance to the food aisle , then grabbed a couple prewrapped butter tarts.
 
Sitting the full bag on the counter, Saffron hopped up to sit on the end of it. "Lets take a moment, I wanna watch these things a bit...see what I can learn."
 
Matt grabbed a couple more butter tarts and a pack of cookies before joining Saffron. He tossed the items in the bag, saving out a couple butter tarts. He offered one to Saffron as he leaned back beside him, then after ripping open the package, slipped an arm around behind the death elemental as he ate.
 
Saffron opened a pack and sat there eating while watching the zombies mull around. "I've only heard of a virus doing this once before..." He said. "Heard of anything like this?"
 
Matt shrugged. "Rumours... haven't seen it myself and didn't put much credit to them considering who i heard it from.." he said as he savored the last of his tart and eyed the others, considering whether or not to have another. "There was one I heard form a reliabel source that might be linked to this... earlier attempt or something..." he said then gave in and snatched another tart. "But that was some sort of hypno/ mind control thing that wound up killing the person within a couple days..."
 
"mm, well one hears about mind control stuff every once in awhile...think Sands usually keeps better tabs on that kind of thing." Saffron said absently. "What I heard had to do with down south, some where in Mexico. Claimed the whole town was gone in two days some remote place...and they had to call in the military..."
 
Graves snorted again. "If thats the case.. I suggest we take the phone back to the others and haul ass out of town before we call anyone... I don't know about you but I don't want to be sitting at ground zero when they decide to wipe the place clean..." he said, popping the last of his second butter tart in his mouth.
 
"Wasn't a very reliable source, but then I have one question... how did they call the military if no survivors got out of the town?" Saffron pointed out.
 
"You got it backwards, Saff... no survivors got out of town BECAUSE they called in the military..." Graves said simply and shoved the bag closed so he wouldn't be tempted by any more tarts. They weren't as good as some... especailly home made ones, but hey... in a pinch..
 
Saffron shook his head slightly and didn't want to explain himself right now. He turned his eyes back to the zombies to watch and think. Although it was kind of just nice to sit here.
 
Graves gave a soft snort after a moment then gave Saffron's hip a pat before shoving himself forward away from the counter. "We going?" he asked simply. "We stay here much longer and being close to you is going to start getting to me again... might not get away with just a kiss this time.." he added with a smirk.
 
"Yeah." Saffron hoped down and grabbed the bag, he fixed the strap for it to rest over his back like a gunny sake. "Lets see if Dav's directions were right or if we're on a wild goose chase..." He headed for the door.
 
Graves caught hold of his arm and pulled him around for a quick kiss then smirked and gave his rear end a slight smack. "Couldn't resist... let's go... same as before.. take it slow and see how far we get before they notice us?"
 
"I'm voting for see how far we can get with out being noticed..." Saffron said pausing at the door, glancing around the exiting, and turning left, heading between the buildings and in the direction Dav had said to go. Would have been better to have a bit more directions but he figured they could deal.
 
Graves suddenly grabbed his shoulder, pulling him to a stop. "Hang on..." he said softly. "you said something about a cemetary, right.. on the way or there...?"
 
"She didn't specify, but I'm hoping it's on the way, and we can bi pass it." Saffron replied, "I've got a bad feeling about things around it..."
 
"No..." Graves said softly. "that's not what I meant.. well.. the way I'm feeling right now, probably a good idea to bipass it, but...here's the thing.." he said, keeping an eye on the creatures around them. "In any town, the largest concentration of dead.. is the local cemetary... and if that's in the direction we're heading... then why am I picking up a really big 'dead' zone over 'that' way?" he asked, pointing off to the right.
 
Saffron raised an eyebrow and glanced toward the right. "Something like that never means anything good, you know that? Which leaves us with two choices...Ignore it and keep going...or look into it." He gave him a look
 
Graves snorted. "Well.. considering I'm not sure what this power surge between us is going to raise in a cemetary.. a known element for me.. Do you really want to risk testing this out in an unknown element?" he asked, his own gaze fixed on the direction he'd pointed out.
 
"Not really, so we'll flag it for now and keep going..."Saffron said, eyeing him then gave a soft snort and rolled his eyes, "unless you have a major curosity problem like I tend to have and can't brush it off for now..."
 
Matt gave a soft "Hmmm..." his eyes still focused in the distance. "Curiosity killed the cat...." he said softly then snorted and tore his gaze back to Saffron. "Hey.. you're the leader of this little expedition, Azreal... you pick. Dead things I can handle... usually... sometimes just takes a bigger sacrifice to put them down is all... not sure I care to lose that much blood..." he ended with a soft mutter..
 
Saffron paused, considering and gave Matt a dark look for the leader line. He tried to consider the best course of action but shook his head. "Problem being with that, is I've always done things by instinct and intutition...Instinct is telling me to get to the salitite phone...Intutition is telling me to go right..." He'd do it too, if it was just himself...
 
"Well... we could go to the phone first then check that out on the way back to the office..." Graves said, then smirked softly and shrugged. "Or we can be completely irresponsible and go satisfy our curiosity..."
 
Saffron snorted softly. "Yeah..that's a hard choice..." He muttered, looking up at the stars, trying to decide. He frowned slightly, realizing some time had passed since they left the office, by the track of the stars. "I think it'd be best to...fuck...fuck it." He turned right. "My curisity is my down fall." He said with a shrug.
 
Graves chuckled. "Fuck responsibility... I usually do anyhow.." he said softly and started towards the 'deadzone', one eye going back to the creatures. "Any theories on what we might find?"
 
"Well if these were normal zombies, I'd say a hell hole. These things...I don't know...maybe there's a factory or somethin'... really, out of all the shit I've seen in all my years, I've come to live by one rule. Always expect the unexpected..." Saffron said, shaking his head.
 
Graves snorted. "A factory?" he snorted again. "Babe... it was an accident at the offices that set this off, remember..." he raised an eyebrow."Although.. they got the sample from somewhere..and they did say it took wiped out the town incredibley fast... a second infection site does make sense..."
 
"See...Crazy shit can happen." Saffron said in reply with a slight smirk, slipping into an alley out of sight of the zombies and still heading toward the zone. "I've had the pleasure of knowing at least ONE mad scientist."
 
Graves snorted again. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" he said softly. "Although the terms 'pleasure' and 'mad scientist' don't seem to fit very well together under most conditions.." he added. "Keep an eye out to your left up ahead... there a couple creatures acting odd... well... they have a slightly different feel to them then ones ignoring us at the moment, lets put it that way.."
 
"Did I say pleasure?" Saffron replied. "Damn...my bad..." He said over the mad scientist thing, and glanced to the the left. He felt a fleeting brush of life and shivered. "Yeah, that's cause they're eating..." He said, guessing right, after taking a peek.
 
Graves cocked an eyebrow then frowned. "Hmm.... alright.. i'll make a mental note of that... " he shook his head slightly as he continued. "Man.. these things are fucked up...I mean, hey .. -Virus-zombies gotta eat too, right, but I mean... eww." he snorted and thought of the legnds and myths that had zombies being flesh-eaters. In truth, it did happen, but only rarely and under certain conditions.. the fact that these things fell under the flesh-eating category was not good news..
 
"You know...there's a type of low level demon, that does that..." Saffron said thoughtfully. "And Dav did say something about thinking the virus had magic in it..." He paused suddenly, looking aggravated. "Oh no...no...ah fuck...this would be EXACTLY the shit he'd be interested in..." He said with a sigh.
 
Graves raised an eyebrow and paused in his knife flipping. "Sounds like you have a likely suspect in mind..." he said, turning to watch one of the creatures wander past. "Do tell..."
Saffron sighed and turned his neck, popping it, before saying. "My former....employer." Saffron answered. "Mr. LiVed...him and his fuckin' Illuminatie...this is the kind of shit he'd be into researching..." Saffron said.
 
"LiVed...." Graves said softly. "I know that name..." he snapped his fingers. " Also goes by DeVilmount, right?" he asked then snorted. "Yeah.. heard of him..." he glanced around at the creatures and snorted again. "Lovely...."
 
"Yeah, DeVilmount, LiVed, depends on which hemosphere your in..." Saffron replied. "Real nut job...but real powerful." He added with a sigh, before starting forward again, "The scar on my back, that my wings cover, that was from him."
 
"Oh really... " Graves said softly, his voice going cold. "In that case.. I'll look forward to meeting him.." he added, slipping his free hand over to rub his fingers lightly over Saffron's back beneath the duffel bag. "I think we're almost there... about a block farther by the feel of it.."
 
"Oh well, it might have been well earned, no one else had been brave enough to spit in his face...then some sixteen year old brat, who'd had a very bad night...He got mad, started yelling, and I just turned around and walked away. Course I didn't get more then five feet, but hey..." Saffron replied softly with a shrug, watching as the mass of zombies seen started getting bigger.
 
"Sixteen?" Graves repeated softly, then slid his hand over Saffron's back to slip around his side and pull him closer as he stepped in front. He stood there for a moment blocking him so he had to stop walking. "Sixteen... and you were 'working' for LiVed... and you pissed him off bad enough he did that..." he shook his head softly. "Fuck... I'll turn him into a pet zombie for you.."
 
Saffron looked at him. "I was working for LiVed when I was fourteen. If you wanna be techincal about it. It wasn't work, it was servitude. LiVed was the one who took me when I was nine, put me in Hell for four years so my abilites would advance quickly and then made me his pet assassin."
 
"Yeah.. pet zombie... after a really fucking painful death..." Graves amended. "Nine years old in Hell.. and an assasin at fourteen... fuck..." he said softly, then shook his head softly and stepped aside, his hand going back to stroking the scar on Saffrons back as they walked.
 
"Well I try not to dwell on it so much. Makes for interesting experiences..." Saffron said with a weary smirk. "All that time in Hell and didn't know my little brother was there too, in Abadon's realm." The zombies were more, but still didn't seem to notice them.
 
Graves glanced over at him quickly then went back to watching the creatures. "Fuck.." he said again. "Why didn't you use your abilites and kill the fucker?" he asked.
 
Saffron didn't answer right away. "Because...he had ways of keeping me under his control." He said simply. He paused in the shadows against a building, not looking at him.
 
Graves came to a stop beside him and turned his back on the creatures. He slid the knife back into its sheath and took Saffron's chin in his hand to raise his face to look him in the eye. After a moment he cursed. "Fuck... he didn't..." he said softly. "I'll fucking skin him alive...."
 
"You'll never get close to him." Saffron said simply in reply, a bitter tone to his voice. He closed his eyes a moment, trying to bite back the unwanted emotion with these thoughts and took a deep breath, holding it.
 
Graves slid his arms around the smaller man and leaned into kiss him softly. "Babe.. I swear I'll find a way to make the fucker suffer for ever laying a hand on you.." he said softly.
 
Saffron sighed behind the kiss. "We can talk about this later." He said softly, looking at him. "We should keep moving." This was not something he liked to discuss. The only other person to get this much out of him was Lex.
 
Graves sighed but smirked softly. "Sure... if you want to. But be warned, hearing about some sick shit hurting you will only piss me off and make me want to hurt him..." he ran a finger along Saffron's check softly, listening to the creatures milling around them. "Your right... let's get moving.."
 
Saffron gave a weary smirk. "Well other then Major Right, but some one already has dibs on his last moments...and well, his dibs are better. Wont be able to kill him. There's just LiVed... Eckhart's mine."
 
Graves snorted as they resumed walking. "Hey.. I can deal with that... you change your mind and want some help with this Eckhart guy, I'm in. I'll take this LiVed shit and make sure he hurts for hurting you." he said, drawing his knife again. After a moment he glanced at Saffron. "You want me to take the bag? I got my knife and a gun.. you got a sword.."
 
"Echkart and I faced off three times, and all three times he nearly killed me by the time I could get away." Saffron said, shaking his head ruefully. "But some one needs to kill the fucker, he's been alive WAY to long." He was rambling, but it took his mind off LiVed for the moment. He considered for a moment, then removed the bag from his back. But his arm scrapped up against the wall and he muttered a curse, as a few drops of blood welled up on his arm, then he glanced up quickly at the zombies. Even a few drops, had their attention.
 
Graves groaned softly. "Fuck.. and in the middle of fucking no mans land too.. I'd say run, but these guys are too fast and too many..." he said, pressing Saffron back with his free hand. "Guess we'll see just how much of a sacrifice I'll need to deal with these guys...." he added, shrugging off his jacket and letting it fall at his feet as he lay his knife against the bare skin of his arm. "I really hate fucking doing this..." he muttered, wondering if he should wait for the first creature to take a step towards them.. maybe they wouldn't break through the camoflage he'd thrown around them despite the blood..
 
Saffron eyed the scrape and ran his hand over the hip of his jeans, wiping off the little blood, the zombies were staring right in their direction. He watched them, they seemed to still themselves. He looked at Matt over the sacrifice statement and raised an eyebrow. "Let me try something first..." He said softly, before looking back at the zombies. He took a deep breath, stilling himself. His eyes bled completely black and a black mist was starting to rise at his feet, curling upward. Then the mist began bleeding outward some as it grew higher and it began to solidify,
 
Graves kept the knife still against his skin as he kept track of the creatures and watched the strange mist rise. "Thanks.. hope it works... I hate bleeding. No problem making others bleed..." he said with a soft smirk. "Blood is power... best weapon and tool against the undead...depending on how its used. Mommy dearest was a blood witch... so I have her to thank for that bit of knowledge.."
 
"Yeah, I know that all to well." Saffron muttered softly, his concentration on the mist. It rose higher and was slowly becoming more solid, a wall almost. As it became more solid, little pairs of yellow eyes could be seen blinking amung the mist. The zombies began shuffling forward, the scent of blood still drawing them, Saffron glanced at his arm, it was still beading up. He put his focus back on the mist as it rose higher. He could hear the chatter of the little creatures that made it up and smirked slightly. Then a zombie lunged at the wall, trying to break it. There was high picked shriek and the mist swallowed the zombie. When moved past it, a dead zombie was lying on the ground and the mist swirled, bigger then it was before.
 
Graves smirked and let the knife drop away from his skin as he watched the wall. He glanced at Saffron's arm and moved behind him, picking up the duffel and slinging it over his neck and shoulder as he did to let it hang down his back. That done, he lay his hand over the scrape and smiled softly at the energy flow between them.
 
The zombies seemed wary of the wall at the moment. Which was what Saffron wanted. With a nudge to Matt, he started walking again, the wall of mist slowly following, one or two little creatures jumping around from the mist and hissing at the zombies. Normally he wouldn't be able to hold the wall for very long, he didn't know now with the power surge he was feeling.
 
Graves stayed at his side, his arm moving to slip around his waist and keep the physical contact. He knew form experience the charge he got from touching or being touched by the death elemental and hoped that by keeping in touch he could help boost his strength long enough for them to get to wherever they were going. "Not much farther..." he said softly. "Nice trick, by the way. Remind me never to get on your bad side..."
 
Saffron smirked wickedly. "No, getting on my bad side would be bad for your health." He said softly. "I've got more tricks then just these little guys." One of the little black shadow creatures, bounced out of the mist and scrambled up to sit on Saffron's other shoulder. "They don't have a name, but they're useful." He said, They slipped through an alley and around a corner and Saffron froze. Even the creature on his shoulder hissed. There was a big collection of Zombies, milling around outside a small office building, but it that wasn't what had his attention. He was picking up a feeling from the building he hadn't dealt with since Hell and the few times Saffron had been sent down to LiVed's deepest dungeons in the Black Court, a strong intense feeling of death, but also evil.
 
Graves had been eyeing the little creature perched on Saffrons shoulder with a soft smirk when Saffron came to a sudden stop. He followed his gaze and raised an eyebrow before opening his senses to see what had caused the reaction... and swore, slamming his shields back down. "Fuck..." he said softly. "*that* doesn't feel good... I am not going in there without a town or two worth of MY zombies to cover my ass... or at least three of Kay's people... or Kay.."
 
"I know what it is, but it doesn't have a name." Saffron said, pulling back on the wall, covering them. "It also confirms LiVed has something to do with this...it's his...pet. It can control the dead and it feeds on souls..." And it was one of the few things that could scare the hell out of Saffron. "And that's just the basics..."
 
Graves felt a shudder crawl though him and he tightened his hold on Saffron. "Fuck.... I've only come across three things that creep me out.. all three of them today... you.. the 'feel' of those things in my head... and THAT..." he said softly, nodding towards the building. "I vote we go find that phone and call in a shit load of back up... the military bombing the shit out this place is starting to sound a lot better to me..."
 
"Phone it is." Saffron agreed, starting to turn, pulling the mist with them, when the sound of a car approaching stopped him and he pulled further against the wall. A black car appeared and pulled to a stop, beside the building. The zombies took no notice. And if Saffron had needed any further proof, he got it as LiVed emerged from the back of the car.
 
Graves felt Saffron tense as the guy emerged form the car. He leaned closer and whispered in his ear. "Friend of yours, babe?" he asked softly, his eyes staying on the guy as he walked to the building. "Please tell me thats the guy i get to hurt... aww fuck... but we were leaving to call in better back up..." he muttered softly.
 
Saffron forced himself to turn from LiVed as the man disappeared into the building. "That's LiVed." He said softly. He glanced back momentarily as another car door closed and Right stood glaring at the zombies. Some how, Saffron wasn't surprised. He turned away from the sight completely before it got to be to much. "Right, lets go make that call." He said, trying to keep from sounding to tense and started in the direction, the mist still hiding them in the shadows.
 
Graves caught hold of him and pulled him around to face him. "Hold on, babe... not so fast." he said softly. "Yeah, we need to get to the phone and let Kay know what's going down and get some major back up in here..." he said, glancing over his shoulder. "And I really don't like the idea of going in there... but I don't like the idea of that bastard being so close and not doijng anything about it, either..."
 
"Yes, well," Saffron shook his head slightly. "Going in there with that...pet of his...and Right standing right there..." He frowned at himself, did he actually sound scared, gods...He looked back at the car and the building, Right looking uncomfortable waiting outside, but didn't look any bit eager to go inside.
 
Graves heard the tone in his voice and caught his chin in his fingers and tilted his face up for a kiss. "So... we'll go for the phone now and decide later.. or.. you can go for the phone and I'll see what I can do with these things and our 'friends'...."
 
Saffron sighed from the kiss and looked at him. "Probably be best if we both go for the phone and decide after the call." He said as calmly as he could.
 
Graves smirked softly. "Alright... I'll behave myself and walk away this time. But sooner or later.. he's mine, Saff... he'll pay for hurting you..." he said then stole another quick kiss before taking his hand and heading towards the second strongest dead zone.. this one with the familiar feel of a graveyard.
 
The trek to the bunker was rather untroubled, which of course, troubled Saffron. Even passing the outer most edge of the graveyard to get there was with done little incident. The lock at the bunker door had to be picked, but they got in. The room where the satilte phone was, was also a spare armory, with enough guns for a small army. Saffron snorted, seeing the guns. "One would think they'd kept this place closer." He said, before moving over to the satlite phone to make the call.
 
Graves leaned against the wall and smirked. "It was... the building they have now they just moved into..." he jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "Until a few days ago the old place next door was their base...least I think it was that one... it was one of these anyhow. Yeah... it was that one... had to stop in on my way through a month ago. They were still outfitting the new place..."
 
"Yes, well, one of the first things they should have moved was back up weapons..." Saffron said, then swore. The phone, did not work. At all. He banged the receiver on the table. "Should have charged the fucking batteries!" He snapped, before flopping in the chair next to the table. "Phone's dead." He announced calmly. "Battery's been sucked dry."
 
Graves snorted. "Why am I not surprised?" he asked just as calmly. "So... plan b or c? Plan b has us finding a working car and getting out of town and to the nearest working phone... we never thought to check the ones at the stores, but i have a feeling the entire towns down...this isn't just an outbreak.. this was planned." he dropped the duffel bag to the floor and stretched before crossing his arms. "And plan c has us going back to the building and trying to handle this on our own... don't have big hopes for plan c, actually..."
 
Saffron leaned back in the chair, taking the elastic out of his hair, tossing that on the table, and running his hands through his hair. "Ya know, I skipped out on Boston to get AWAY from this shit...and all the other shit...needed a vacation...figured I'd visit a couple friends then I don't know...go down to Mexico or something." He muttered with a frustrated sigh, resting his hands over his eyes.
 
Graves pushed himself away form the wall and went to crouch in front of his chair. "Fine.. then let's do that. Let's grab a car and get the fuck out of here. We stop at the closest town over or the first house we pass with living people in it and call Kay and her people and let them deal with it.. they can look after my car for me too." he laid his hands on Saffrons knees and looked at him . "We make our phone call and get the fuck out of here.. leave it to someone else to deal with.."
 
Saffron snorted softly and shook his head slightly before moving his hands to look at Graves. "You may be able to do something like that, but I've got this terrible concious problem...I'd feel guilty." He muttered, before sighing. Having seen LiVed again after all this time, had put Saffron on the edge.
 
Graves smirked softly. "Fine.. then we haul ass out of town and call for back up, then wait for them. Once we're done here THEN we run away to Mexico...." he added with a smirk.
Saffron snorted softly then sighed, before shifting in the chair. "This wouldn't really be a problem if I could open a shadow portal farther then five miles."
 
Graves snorted then grinned. "You haven't tried since we hooked up..." he suggested coyly. "Look at the other shit we can do boosting eachothers powers..."
 
Saffron paused, considering. "I don't know...my restriction on range has more to do with a curse, then anything else." He said. "Could give it a try."
 
Graves raised an eyebrow. "A curse? Asshole have anything to do with that?" he asked, jerking his thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of LiVed...
 
"Of course...used to be that I couldn't open one at all, under him, unless he'd given me premission. And then he always knew where I was going." Saffron said simply, rolling his neck, hearing it pop in a place or two.
 
Graves watched him for a moment. "You know... some believe a curse is a wound on your soul... and wounds can be healed..." he smirked softly. "Especially in our case..." he shrugged. "I can't do magic.. well.. just my own special brand... but what we have.. feels like it, so.."
 
Saffron looked at him, having leaned forward some, his hair falling in his face. "IF that be the case, the curse and hold LiVed has on me is a deep wound," He said softly, simply.
 
Graves reached up and slipped his hands through Saffron's hair on either side of his head and leaned closer. "Yeah... so it'll probably take more then a kiss to heal..." he said softly. "Something to look into when we have more time...."
 
Saffron felt a shiver run through him, at the feel of his hands in his hair, and raised his eyes to look at him. "If we get that time." He muttered softly. He sighed deeply. "Ignore me in this mood, Matt. Seeing LiVed after all this time...kinda has me on the edge."
 
Graves smirked softly. "Don't see me complaining." he snorted softly. "fuck.. can't see me ignoring you, either." He drew a deep breath and glanced back the way they'd come. "So... we go find a car and get to a phone and wait for backup... Or we get as far as we can and give that portal trick of yours a shot... or we go back and tackle the problem of LiVed personally..."
 
Saffron was quiet for a long moment, trying to decide. "Well, might as well find a working car..." He said softly. "I at least owe it to Eire to let him know where Right is."
 
Graves grinned as he stood up. "Well.. we know where there's one for sure... and it would seriously piss them off if we took it." he said with a chuckle. "But that would let them know we were here, so I guess we'll have to find our wheels elsewhere."
 
"Don't tempt me. That distance is rather easy to open a shadow portal." Saffron replied, grabbing the elastic off the table and braiding his hair back. With a sigh he finally stood, stretching. He'd been running a little to long with out sleep lately, and all this dodging zombies was starting to tire him.
 
Graves smirked devilishly as he stepped close, pressing Saffron back against the table. "Trouble resisting temptation, hmm? I'll have to remember that... I could steal that car... they don;t know me. but you ...I'm willing to bet they'd have ways of knowing you were around... don;t care to tip them off..."
 
Saffron leaned back against the table slightly. "Yes well, I can resist any thing but temptation." He replied softly. "And yes, they would know when I was around, they'd love another chance to get their hands on me too, I imagine. I seem to be slipping through LiVed's fingers alot as of late."
 
Graves smirked more and leaned closer, brushing his lips against Saffron's ear as he spoke. "You won;t be slipping through mine." he said softly before kissing his neck. "Come on... let's get moving." he said, shoving hismself away and snatching the duffel bag off the floor.
 
Saffron shook his head slightly with a faint smirk. He took a moment to riffle around the drawers of the desk and pocketed a pocket knife. Never know when that'd come in handy. "You know what this place needs? A used car lot..." Saffron mused cynically while looking through the rest of the drawers.
 
"Babe... the entire town is a fucking used car lot... and shit, man... why settle for used when you can go new?" he snorted as he settled the bag across his shoulder. "We'll walk up one side of the street and check as we go. Unless you'd rather look for a lot...?"
 
Saffron opened the last drawer, shifting through it and found a cigarette box, which he opened curiously, only to give a soft laugh at finding a cigarette and a joint. "Some one's been smoking on the job..." He muttered, before dropping the box back in the drawer and looking up. "I told you I had a terrible curosity problem." He said innocently. "So I take it then you know how to hot wire a car too?”
 
Graves just grinned and spread his arms. "Come on... look at me... do I look like someone who knows how to hotwire a car?" he said , his eyes sparkling. "Ready yet?"
 
"Hmph." Saffron replied, biting back the smirk, moving toward the door. He paused next to Graves and looked him over. "I know some who would say you look like a regular convict." He said. "But that's okay, cause if ya don't, I do." He said with a smirk.
 
Matt laughed softly. "Convict?! I've been told I look like a thug, a punk, and a criminal... but I don't think i've been told I look like a convict before.. and fuck, of COURSE I know how to hotwire.. I've been on my own since I was a kid... how the hell do you think I survived to become the badass I am today?" he said with a smirk and shoved open the door after making a quick check to make sure no creatures were close by.
 
Saffron raised an eyebrow, following him. "How old were you when you ended up on your own?" He asked, glancing around the street.
 
Graves snorted. "Got kicked out of the family when I was.. hmm.. fuck... around ten I think.. yeah... cause my aunt gave my a charm for my birthday..." he said then shrugged. "Anyhow... got tossed around some foster homes, but none cared to put up with me for long.. longest was about a week and a half I think. Nope.. sorry...made it a whole two weeks at the one..." He snorted and shrugged again. Put up with it for a couple years then took off."
 
"Lonely way to grow up....sounds familiar." Saffron muttered, mostly to himself. He'd only had two people in Hell that gave a damn about him...Arcanina and it had seemed Lord Chaos didn't mind a ten year old Azreal hanging around from time to time, when Saffron had been in that area of Hell. Other then that, the rest of the time had been spent alone, trying to stay alive. He still had nightmares about Hell some times.
 
"Yeah... kinda sucked... but .. ya get through it." Graves said softly. "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger, right? ain't that what they say?" he said softly as he headed for likely looking neighborhood.
 
Saffron gave a bitter laugh. "No, normally what tries to kill you, only comes back to try again." He said softly in reply. "Which seems to be the grand theme of my life some times...not half as bad as my little brother, but..."
 
Graves snorted softly, then reached back to brush his fingers over Saffron's wrist before he took hold of his hand. He snorted softly at himself for doing so.. he'd never been one for hand holding... but...it just felt good.. right... "Yeah... never put too much faith in that theory myself..." he said softly, coming to a stop in the middle of the road as the street opened up onto a residential neighborhood that catered to a more 'upper class' then the previous streets had held. "Ooo .. look at all the pretty toys..." he said with a half sneer. "Anything catch your fancy?"
 
Saffron managed to shake himself from the thoughts he'd been distracted with, when he took his hand, to look up and eye the selection that was visable. "You know the only problem with these, is they all look like cop cars...if we're going to steal a car...lets make sure it's a..." He trailed off, looking to his left. It was under a car cover, but one tail light was visable and he knew just what kind of car it was. He let go Graves' hand, heading over, and grabbed a hold of the car cover, pulling off. "Now that's a car." He said, as the 67 GTO was revealed.
Graves chuckled. "Yes.. and thanks to the cover, the alarm isn't armed. All the better. Care to do the honors? As an upstanding citzen and all, you probably don't get to do ths very often..."
 
Saffron opened the driver's side door and gave a laugh. "Why?" He asked, flipping the sunvisor down and holding up a spare key. "They made it easy this time." He said with a wicked smirk. "I'm driving." He added.
 
Graves snorted as he headed for the other door. "I love idiots... turn off the alarm so they can cover it.. and then leave it unlocked with the keys in it..." he muttered softly as he slid inside, tossing the duffel onto the floor.
 
"Oh, of course. But it does make it easier for us." Saffron said, before making sure the cover was out of the way, checked the tail lights to make sure they werent' broken, then the headlights, before getting in on the driver's side and slipping the key in. He started the engine and smirked wickedly at the smooth sound. He gave Graves a grin, before suddenly pulling out of the drive way and putting the car into drive at the same time, the tires spinning and leaving black marks.
 
Graves snorted, his eyes sparling. "Show off." He leaned back against the seat. "Lets get out of town... next town over maybe.."
 
Saffron snickered, heading toward the towns border. "Believe it or not, my little brother taught me how to do that." He said, shaking his head slightly as he drove. "I can hot wire just about any make or model of car. My brother street races them."
 
Graves raised an eyebrow. "Nice... he any good?" he asked, his attention going to the man beside him rather then their surroundings. "And how did you NOT get into it when he did?"
"Oh I never said I didn't race...just not into it as much as Lex is...and actually, the little brat is pretty good. Drives a 65 Shelby Mustang...that's his baby. A friend of his got him started racing. Pretty damn good, considering he's only been driving for...three years...something like that." Saffron said, turning a corner and heading out of town.
 
Graves chuckled softly. "How young is this little brother of yours? Three years behind the wheel.. assuming you mean 'legally' behind the wheel would put him nineteen?"
 
"He's twenty three. No...he didn't get out of Hell until he was twenty. His...ex boyfriend taught him how to drive." Saffron said simply.
 
Graves snorted after a moment. "The way you say 'ex' makes me envision a hired thug being sent after the guy... at the least.."
 
Saffron snorted. "We've thought about it, trust me... Ravenscourt...the fucker's two steps away from getting me to send him into the next life for good...if I could catch him. Lexine was fragile enough when he got out of hell, Ravenscourt exploited that." Saffron said, turning on to the highway again. Leaving the town behind, and the feeling of LiVed being there, Saffron was calming down again.
 
Graves watched the play of emotion as Saffron spoke. "You don't need to find him, really... you have something that belongs to him... something personal...? I know a trick or two..." he said.
 
Saffron shook his head slightly, his speed was ten over the speed limit, but he really doubted they'd run into any cops. "Ravenscourt's already supposed to have been DEAD once... showed back up a few months ago and sent Lex for a loop. "
 
Graves raised an eyebrow. "Supposed to be dead... or was dead?" he asked. "I was thinking of just siccing a zombie on him. I can tune one to him and it'll keep going until it either falls apart or finds him.. but .. if he's already died..." he smirked softly. "That raises a whole new range of opportunities..."
 
"I don't know...The way I understand it, he...sacrificed himself at first for Lex... but was apparently locked in a void, or something for two years, or something." Saffron said. They were reaching a mile and half to two miles from the town, when Saffron let all his guard down, which was a mistake. The voice broke into his thoughts all at once, a voice he hadnt' heard in his head since he was sixteen. LiVed was telling him to return. The pressure and surprise, caught Saffron so off guard, he nearly went off the road, and had to slam on the brakes.
 
Graves swore softly as he grabbed for the wheel with one hand and for Saffron with the other. "Fuck! Saffron?! What the fuck...?!" he said as they came to a stop in the middle of the road.
 
Saffron covered his eyes with the heel of his hands, pressing. "Get the fuck out of my head..." He growled. Which was only answered with a dark laugh and the promise now that LiVed had found Saffron again, he wasn't getting away. Saffron groaned and felt what little control of his emotions he had left slip. When he finally lowered his hands, to stare out the windshield, they were wet.
 
Graves sat in silence for a moment watching then reached out and brushed his fingers over Saffron's cheek. "Hey.. babe... I'm here.." he said softly. "Take my strength if you can.. kick the fucker out..."
 
Saffron didn't answer for a long moment, he could still hear LiVed chuckling darkly, and felt a couple tears actually fall. He closed his eyes slowly, trying to remember to breathe. The last time he'd even shed a tear, he'd been seventeen. And it hadn't been since he was nine or ten that he'd felt the intense need just to curl up. He finally shook his head slightly, anwering Graves. "He already knows where I'm at."
 
He sighed and shifted closer, slipping one hand behind Saffron's head while the other caressed his face and turned him towards him. "Doesn't matter. You're with me..." he said softly, brushing aside a tear with his thumb. "You're mine now, babe... I won;t let him have you."
 
Saffron swallowed hard, opening his eyes again to look at him. "Some how, I don't think he cares, or is going to listen." He said softly,
 
Graves snorted softly. "Like I care what he thinks?" he said with a soft smirk. "You okay to drive? I could take over ...Or would you rather pull over for a bit?" he said, his thumb stroking his face tenderly. "I mean it, babe... I won;t let him hurt you again..."
 
Saffron sighed, shifted back and pulled over to the side of the road, putting the car in park. He rubbed his eyes and realized part of the problem was lack of sleep. "I think you better drive." Saffron said softly.
 
Graves sighed softly and nodded before getting out of the car and coming around to the drivers side. He opened the door and held out a hand for Saffron, pulling the younger man form the car and into his arms.
 
Saffron let him pull him out of the car and for a moment, didn't move. He merely sighed deeply, closing his eyes a moment. Depending on how far the next town was, maybe he could grab a nap.
 
With another sigh, Graves let go, giving hims a gentle push. "go on.. get in." he said, waiting until he'd made it around to the other side and got in before he took his own seat. With a soft snort he adjusted the seat and mirrors, then pulled back onto the road.
 
Saffron leaned back against the passenger's seat, and stared out the window for a moment, trying to collect himself and put his guard back up, but LiVed kept slipping past the guard. He wondered how long it would take LiVed to show up in person, or send Right after him, and he curled up slightly in the seat, leaning his forehead against the cool window.
 
Matt kept casting glances at Saffron as he drove. The energy flow between them seemed almost faint and he wasn't sure whether it was this LiVed's interferrence causing it.. or Saffron's withdrawl... He sighed and drove a bit faster towards the faint glow of the next town. "Lady..." he said softly to himself. "Please...don't let me loose him...”
 
Saffron finally leaned his head back against the seat rest. "How far do you think to the next town?" He asked softly.
 
Graves sighed softly as he glanced over. "Not sure... can't be much more then ten... maybe fifteen minutes. Closer if I ignore speed limits... which I already am..." he answered. The part of him that would have scoffed at the change in his attitude about everything was completely lost in his worry over the young man beside him. He hadn't cared about anyone in quite a while and even then, it hadn't come close to how he felt now.
 
Saffron sighed softly, looking back out the window, he could still feel LiVed, but it was growing fainter, as if LiVed was only keeping a tab on where he was going, and didn't want to waste time tormenting him mentally right now. Which Saffron was glad over. "I don't know how much longer I can go with out sleep. I've been going to long with out even so much as a nap." He said softly.
 
Graves smirked softly. "If this was my car, you could've crawled in the back and gotten out the bedroll and had it made... as it is you'll have to make due with the seat. You can have my jacket again for a blanket if you want?" he said as he took a promising looking turn off. "Go on.. get some sleep. I can call in our little find.."
 
"I should try to grab something of a nap..." Saffron muttered. He found himself curling up in the seat already. He frowned slightly. "I wonder if there's any chance to keep certian people in Boston from knowing where I'm at...well depending who shows up as back up...I may be able to convince them not to tell any one back there, they saw me..."he muttered.
 
"Don't sweat it, babe.. I'll take care of it." Graves said softly. "I can stop at a motel and grab a room.. you can hole up there if you want.. no one has to know you're here at all..." he said simply. "I'll figure out how to get my car outta there and running again, and once this is done with, we'll go get your stuff."
 
"I just don't want certain people back in Boston knowing where I am..." Saffron muttered sleepily, his eyes were already closed and he used the last of his strength to lock out LiVed as much as he could. He curled up in the corner of the seat, wrapping his arms around himself, his head leaned between the window and the seat.
 
"Then they won't." Graves said simply. "I'll find a place you can hide out until it's safe." he said again. "Sweet dreams." he added with a soft smirk. He hadn't heard any one say that since he was a little kid still with his family...
 
Saffron heard him and smiled faintly. "We'll see..." He said in a whisper, letting himself fall into a nap for now. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, he ended up shifting, so instead of his head leaning against the window, he ended up with it leaning against Graves' shoulder.
 
    




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