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Lauren

It had been a rough day and Lauren was currently wearing her red scrubs and drinking the pain away with a rare cup of hot chocolate. She even treated herself with an obscene amount of marshmallows, which was living dangerously in her mind. Her thoughts went back to the happenings of the day, and she vowed she would get even with her brother, Colin. Hell, she might include Benjamin even if he didn’t participate in the Great Spider Invasion. She still believed he was aware of the situation and did nothing to help. The first couple of “spiders” scared her, but then she realized it was a prank most likely set in place by her big brother. She was deep in thought as to what she would do to get back at Colin when her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and sighed.

“Colin, Judge Judy is on.” She answered. He has known this has been her favorite show since she was 10 years old. No one interrupts Judge Judy.

“Lauren!”, Colin replied.

“It’s my favorite..”

“Lauren!” Colin interrupted his sister a bit more forcefully. He waited until she took a breath before he jumped right in.

His tone of voice immediately caught her attention and she knew something must be wrong. “Colin? Are you and Benjamin okay?

“Yes, we are okay, but there’s a man who was thrown from his motorcycle after he was hit by some asshat’s Camero. He’s looks to be pretty badly injured.”

“Take a deep breath, Col, and then tell me what injuries you can see starting with the head, and is there a reason you didn’t call 911?” Lauren picked up a pad and pen.

“You need to know he’s a were of some sort, that’s why we called you.” He studied the man laying on the pavement. “It’s pretty obvious that he probably has a head injury because I can see cuts and bruises on his face. He might have something wrong with his mouth, because of the cut on his lip. His visor is shattered and there’s a deep crack in his helmet.”

“Okay, that’s good to know. Is he conscious? She asked.

“Not really, but he is moaning softly. That’s good, right Laur?

“Hard to tell, but it could be. Whatever you do, do not take his helmet off until I can look at him. Removing the helmet can cause more damage.” She explained to her brother. “Now, what else do you notice?”

“He’s face down and the blood is really coming from somewhere on his head. I can tell by looking at his legs that one is definitely broken pretty badly. The way he flipped over the front of his bike, I wouldn’t be surprised if there might be injuries I can’t see.”

“Good, we need to get him to me as soon as possible. First you need to stabilize that leg. Get two pieces of wood or tree branches about a foot long. Place one stick on each side of the broken leg, then use a rag or part of a shirt to secure the break as much as possible.  

“Okay,” A few moments went by before Colin came back to the phone. “We have his leg mobilized and -----Dammit this guy’s phone is being blown up by someone or something and it won’t stop ringing.

“See if you can get him into the back seat of your truck and bring him to me. I’m getting things set up as we’re talking. Be careful when putting him in your truck and try to watch his head. Make sure to sit him upright to help with any breathing problems he may have. Be gentle with him you two, we don’t want to make any internal injuries he may have worse.” She explained. “Oh, and about the phone? Have you thought about, oh I don’t know, answering it?

“I’ll have Ben answer the phone and if the person knows him, we’ll tell him where he can find motorcycle man.” There was silence for a moment before the phone rang once more. “Ben, answer that damn phone!”

The highway had been fairly deserted since turning off the interstate and the few cars that he had come across -or more to the point had come across him - had easily passed him and left him behind.  He was in no hurry and not about to do anything stupid. Having talked to his brother a couple of hours ago, he knew he was on time and would get to the car show about the same time Justin did.  He had only gone to Vegas to help a friend.  His friend, Will had a band that was trying desperately to get a recording deal.  A couple of nights before a show that was supposed have some record exec come to see them, the lead guitarist got into a bar fight and busted his hand in three places.  Tristan had been with Justin at a native American conference in San Francisco. When Will called, he had agreed to step in and play.

Tristan hadn’t planned on putting any more miles on his old Fat Boy, but here he was. Part of their trip was to bring the Harley down to Los Angeles where he planned to sell it.  Justin agreed to haul the bike in the back of his Dodge 2500 long bed. Will had been lucky, well at least in the getting Tristan to Vegas respect.  However, the record exec never showed and neither did the bank’s drummer.  It was not the best show, but they had done their best with what they had.  With the previous night behind him, Tristan had hit the road this morning. He and Justin had agreed to meet in Central Cali and it just so happened there was a car show.  The brothers both loved classic cars and bikes, so it seemed like the best place to meet up again. Thus, he was currently on the highway about forty-five minutes away from the meet up.

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Benjamin and Colin POV

Laughter rang through the cab of the truck as Benjamin looked over at his little brother Colin. “Why the hell did you do that?” Benjamin grinned.

“I hereby deny most of what you are going to see and memories may vary.” Colin said with the most angelic look he could muster.

“Come on, Col, spill the beans. Besides, you know I’ll hear it from Lauren herself when we see her next.” Benjamin stated matter of factly. “And, you know her recollections will most certainly will differ from yours. Oh, and wipe that all I’m all innocent and not capable of ever doing anything wrong look on your face.” Colin shifted in his seat and looked back over at  Benjamin, Colin’s brow raised.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you but you have to promise me you’ll help protect me from Lauren when we get home.”

“I will think about it, pup, and way to respect your elders.”

Colin cleared his throat and began. “Okay, remember last week when I nearly chopped off my thumb while chopping wood?” Benjamin interrupted. “Not to hear Lauren tell it! She said you didn’t even need a stitch and you were bawling like a little bitty pup, Colin!” Benjamin said with a grin.

“If you want to know then keep your damn mouth closed!” Colin replied.

“Respect your elders, Col.” Ben teased his brother.

“So, remember the other day when Lauren thought the clinic was out of toilet paper and she couldn’t figure out where it went?”

“Oh, shit, brother, YOU did that?” Benjamin asked his brother.

“So, after I hid the toilet tissue Lauren purchased for the clinic, I decided to take a black marker and draw huge spiders a few sheets on the roll.” Colin’s smiled slyly.

“She screamed so loud, I thought they were gonna hear her all the way to Morro Bay! You should have seen her face!” Colin continued. “It was amazing!”

“HOLY SHIT!!” Benjamin said in an almost panic slamming on his brakes. “Did you see that Colin? Some yellow camaro just hit that motorcycle and the rider is over there in the scrub.”

“I see him, Ben, stop and see if we can help and we need to call 911.” Colin jumped out of the truck and was immediately stunned by what his senses told him. “Hold on, brother, this one’s a were. We need to call Lauren!”

The highway had been fairly deserted since turning off the interstate and the few cars that he had come across -or more to the point had come across him - had easily passed him and left him behind.  He was in no hurry and not about to do anything stupid. Having talked to his brother a couple of hours ago, he knew he was on time and would get to the car show about the same time Justin did.  He had only gone to Vegas to help a friend.  His friend, Will had a band that was trying desperately to get a recording deal.  A couple of nights before a show that was supposed have some record exec come to see them, the lead guitarist got into a bar fight and busted his hand in three places.  Tristan had been with Justin at a native American conference in San Francisco. When Will called, he had agreed to step in and play.

Tristan hadn’t planned on putting any more miles on his old Fat Boy, but here he was. Part of their trip was to bring the Harley down to Los Angeles where he planned to sell it.  Justin agreed to haul the bike in the back of his Dodge 2500 long bed. Will had been lucky, well at least in the getting Tristan to Vegas respect.  However, the record exec never showed and neither did the bank’s drummer.  It was not the best show, but they had done their best with what they had.  With the previous night behind him, Tristan had hit the road this morning. He and Justin had agreed to meet in Central Cali and it just so happened there was a car show.  The brothers both loved classic cars and bikes, so it seemed like the best place to meet up again. Thus, he was currently on the highway about forty-five minutes away from the meet up.

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In this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and I will not abandon you. Unwrap the worst things you have done. Watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch.

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Tristan?

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Awesome wallpaper!

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