Uprising

Every rebellion implies some kind of unity.

-
The Rebel

Copyright @ Shelly Crane 2010

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Printed in paperback August 2011 and available in Kindle and E-book format as of June 2011
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ISBN-10: 1463759347

ISBN-13: 978-1463759346

This novel is dedicated to my father, JR
. If not for him pushing reruns of Star Trek and Quantum Leap on me when I was a kid, I wo uld never have gotten into the P
aranormal and Sci-Fi. Thank you, Dad.

Where There’s a Will

Cain and I walked out through the restaurant where he worked. The place I was only supposed to be in for a few minutes to give them a flyer and instead was heading to the Jeep where Merrick was waiting for me, but I was bringing a guy along with me. A guy who had just kissed me. Cain stopped to tell someone he was taking his break.

Merrick looked frazzled, as I had expected, as we reached the parking lot of the diner. He hopped out of the car and walked to the passenger side, pulls me up into a hug before even acknowledging Cain, a protective and possessive hug at that. I’d been gone inside too long and had him worried.

After a bit of macho sizing up on both sides, I convey the whole story about meeting Cain in the diner, he took me in the stock room and explained that he was not with the Lighters and that he had family for us to meet. Everything except the kiss. That little tidbit wouldn’t help anyone right now. In fact, I was still boiling from it myself. Then they introduced themselves formally.

“Merrick, Sherry’s husband,” Merrick said, extending a hand for Cain and he was no longer hostile looking.

“Cain. Nice to meet you,” he said sincerely.

“Nice to meet you too. So...how long do you have left on your shift? I gotta say. I’m pretty excited by all this.”

Cain nodded his head in agreement.

“Two hours. Come back then and I’ll take you to my family. They are gonna be ecstatic,” Cain said with a wide smile.

Cain went back in to finish his work shift and we would wait for him. He said it would not be wise to go without him as everyone is pretty trigger happy these days. We totally understood that one.

So Merrick drove us to get some lunch at a local burger joint, reminding me of the funny place we first ate at together. We ate overlooking the river. The weather was perfect. The sun was shining bright and the trees gave us some shade so it was the perfect in between of cool and warm.

It was weird just how normal everything looked and felt out here.

If you were plopped in my seat, you’d be eating a burger and fries with raspberry tea, sitting next to your gorgeous wonderful husband on the hood of your Jeep, overlooking the never changing river. You’d think this was bliss not hell. In some ways, I guess it still is.

“So...how you doing lately? I haven’t seen you much since I’ve been spending all my time working down in the hall. The new guys ok? Treating everyone good?” Merrick asked me as he shoved in a mouthful of ranch dipped onion rings.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. The newbie’s are great. Miguel is hilarious. Josh is so sweet. Danny is jealous of him. Can you believe that? Him and Celeste seem to be getting back to their lovey dovey selves. Trudy’s acting better now, too.”

Mrs. Trudy had been a sort of recluse since her son, Phillip, had tried to force himself on me and then high-tailed it out of there with my car a couple weeks ago. We hadn’t seen him since. It sucked for her, knowing what he tried to do and then leaving like that.

“Good.” He smiled. “You and you’re hamburgers with extra mayo. You’ve got some on your lip, cutie,” he says and wipes it with his thumb, then puts it in his mouth to lick it off.

“Thanks for that,” I said with a smirk.

“And you? Not thinking about things...since Phillip talked to you...”

Although, Phillip had left that day, he communicated with me once in my mind this morning and Merrick had been extra sensitive about it. We were a little puzzled as to how he did that since he’s not a Special.

“No. I’m fine with that. I promise. I know it sounds bad but...in all honesty I dealt with so much of Matt’s crap and...I just feel safe with you. I’m not traumatized. I’m not worried. I’m not scared. He’s gone. Ok?”

“Ok. If you can say it then it’s true,” Merrick said as he pulled me closer to him on the hood of the Jeep.

“I was scared today though. Cain scared the crap outta me! But I am glad we found more of us. Though, where the heck are we gonna keep putting these people, I don’t know?” I laugh as I speak thinking of us all tunneled up under the store like gophers.

“Well, we have Mike now, he is a basement constructor,” Merrick says as he rubs the ring on my finger with a little smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Yeah, that was wicked lucky.”

“Yeah it was. And we keep getting all these guys coming in so, we’ll have plenty of help with all the work and labor that has to be done. It’ll work itself out and be ok.”

“Yeah, you’re right. You’re always right.” I smile against his chest and can feel his smile too, yes it’s possible. “This is so nice. Being completely by ourselves. I know we have our closet but...this is so much nicer with a way better view than concrete.”

“I know. I’m sorry you can’t have it your way. And my way. My way, we’d be at our own house right now, on the deck, that I helped design and build along side Jeff, whom we hired. You’d have a garden outside, up to you what you put it in but I’m assuming because of you’re parents you’d want flowers not vegetables.” He looks sideways at me with a knowing smile and he’s right, I don’t want a veggie garden, simply on principal to spite my hippie parents.

I think he’s done but he’s not. I continue to listen.

“You’d also have your VW Rabbit back, fully restored, by me, because I know how much you always loved that hunk of junk. Danny and Celeste would visit and bring our niece and nephew along as well as their dog. Our dog hates their dog and though both are male, they fight like girls.”

I burst out laughing as he continues, but he starts to get serious now, he places an upside down hand on my collarbone and twirls my curls in his fingers.

“We spend all day Saturdays in bed, only getting up to order take out. You have your own photography business after realizing that Travel Journal was never good enough for you anyway. Everyone loves your work and you are very busy during the week, with all your bookings lined up. Ryan could be your assistant.

“I start my own business with Jeff doing small construction because it’s all we Keepers know how to do. We are always home on the weekends, never late to dinner at night, and we never, ever fight. Except...for when I’m making you late for work because I can’t keep my hands off of you.” Merrick nuzzled his face into my neck and kissed my collarbone and throat, pulsing the electricity.

“I’d love that,” I say breathlessly, tears threatening.

I want to cry to see that Merrick’s dream of our life would be the exact mirror of mine if we could have it. I want it so badly and it hurts even more to visualize it and know we’ll never have it.

Merrick’s wandering lips and a hand squeezing on my hip is pushing any lingering sadness away and replacing it with something else completely. His hand slides lower along my thigh and then...his watch beeps. The timer he set for us to go meet Cain.

I hear and feel the frustrated grunt against my neck as he pulls back and gives me a face. I can’t help but giggle at him.

“Oh. My pain is funny, huh?” he says with playful eyebrows raised.

He pulls me from the hood, throwing me over his shoulder and lapping the Jeep in a blur a few times, me squealing and laughing more than I have in a long while. He pats my bottom, playfully spanking before putting me down and helping me into the passenger seat. He reaches over me to buckle me up, then kisses my nose before heading over to his side.

He cranks it up and we start towards the coffee shop. I massage his neck and shoulders for a bit, trying to ease some of his frustration and anxiety mixed together. I know he likes it because he can barely drive straight, lolling his head back and forth.

Hopefully this meeting will go smoothly, with no incidents. It is just the two of us after all, one of us with extremely back luck. But my protector is here and we’re fed, happy, actually had a couple hours all alone and on our way to meet others to join us.

I’m grateful and excited beyond belief.

We follow Cain in his silver extended cab Dodge Dakota up the bend and around the hill a few miles out of town. The Jeep has no problem with the steep hill but I can definitely see what he was talking about when he said no one ever went up there looking for them. Any other car we would have brought would have never made it and we would’ve had a heck of a walk.

It is secluded and well hidden by a full apple orchard on the hill. Perfect except for the fact that the cabin can’t be more than four hundred square feet, including the front porch. Four people living there together with what can’t be more than one bathroom and no personal space?

Ouch.

The flower and vegetable garden they have to the side is gorgeous, I can’t help but see that the whole place is gorgeous.

There are jasmine vines all over the lattice up the side of the house. Huge sunflowers out by the fence and mailbox and I wonder how they made it so well with the crazy weather. There is a small red barn in the back with a perfect spot for the Rabbit to park in I think. I miss my Rabbit.

I can’t help but think this could be the little house from Merrick’s fantasy. Perfection in the small and quaint and secluded.

The old man sitting in the rocking chair on the porch doesn’t move as we pull in behind Cain. Just keeps rocking, hands in his lap, eyes closed.

Merrick waits for me to come to his side and laces our fingers. As we get closer the old man still doesn’t move. I see Cain’s mouth open to speak, the man beats him to the punch.

“Cain. Got company do we?” the old man speaks, eyes still closed.

“Yes sir, Pap. This nice lady and her husband are part of the resistance,” Cain said and he emphasized the last word and looks back to wink at us.

“Is that right? Well how ‘bout that.” His eyes pop open and I see they are the grayest eyes I’ve ever seen that matched his completely gray almost bald head and full beard. His extreme southern accent blends with the calm country setting and I can’t help but think his torn stained jeans and slack attitude are perfect for someone named ‘Pap’.

“Yes sir. This is Sherry and I’m sorry, I forgot your name,” Cain says and turns to look at Merrick.

“Merrick, sir. It’s really nice to meet you.” He doesn’t release my hand but pulls me protectively forward with him so he can shake Pap’s hand.

“Nice firm grip, son. That says a lot ‘bout a man. And you sure got yourself a pertty little thing now don’t ya. Hello, ma’am. Very nice to meet ya,” he says as he leans forward on the edge of his rocker to take my hand and he actually kisses my bent fingers.

“Uh...thank you. It’s very nice to meet you too, sir,” I say through my slight embarrassment, feeling the blush in my cheeks and down my neck.

“Pap, they have a bunch of people that stay with them out away back from town. They are here to talk to us about maybe joining them,” Cain said as he leaned closer and spoke loudly. I could see Pap turning his head to the side as if to hear better.