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~Faye

I've approached many difficult situations in my time as Alpha, but none amount of this.

I'm standing at T's doorstep, hand at the ready to knock on the door. However, I'm hesitating. It's raining, but not a heavy kind of rain. It's drizzly, the sky is grey, as it almost perfectly reflects my mood.

I don't want to be here.

Come on Faye, you're an Alpha, and no curly headed, irritatingly attractive guy who likes to let his garden grow out. My hand brushes away a wander vine that grows on the paint stripped banister as emphasis. Attempting to muster up enough courage, I breathe in deeply, and knock on the door.

T appears at the door after three knocks. Odd. "Faye?"

He looks a little caught off guard, which I can't blame him for. I mean, it's early in the morning, and I assume he just woke up. His hair is wet, soaking curls framing his forehead, dripping down to his water soaked eyelashes. He has a towel draped around his hips, and he's look at me with frown lines etched into his face.

"I'm sorry for showing up like this. I know it's early," I excuse, taking a step backward, ready for his utter rejection.

I'm not here for that great of a reasoning. How do I say, you need to kiss me, and my virginity belongs to you. How is he even going to react? He will probably find it very amusing, that's for sure. Then he will conjure up a clever remark to make me never want to look at his face ever again.

"It's okay, I get up early anyways," he tells me, rubbing the back of his neck. Maybe true. His hair is wet from a shower.

"Can we talk?"

His frown only increases, as he steps outside, the porch creaking in protest. I watch him drag the door shut. He doesn't want me inside? I mean, I've seen all his paintings and mathematical equations.

"Sure, what about?" he asks, leaning against the exterior of his house.

"We might want to sit down for this," I tell him warily, imagining his reaction right now. "I'm not sure how you're going to feel about it."

Despite his confusions, he seems to oblige. "Oh uh, sure."

He cracks the door open, letting me inside first. It's surprising seeing how different the place is automatically. He's cleaned it. The paper, at least. It's all gone, swept into nowhere, almost like it's gone forever. I'm instantly wondering why.

"It doesn't seem like this is a very good time. I can come back later if you like," I say, watching the way he almost seems to pace, while I hang near the entrance to the door he clothes after me.

"It should be fine," he says.

I frown slightly. This isn't like the T I know, who is usually always in control. He looks anxious, as if he is waiting for something to happen.

"Should be?"

"Oh, hey," a female voice remarks from behind me.

That's when I realise exactly why he is acting like this. When I spin on my heels, a girl stands there, blonde hair muted from water. Her eyes are wide, as she holds the top of a towel that is wrapped around her front. The gears in my head begin churning, as I realise both her and T are wearing towels around them.

Oh.

"Hi there," I say slowly, before the silence between us all could reach an unbearable length.

An odd sound slips out of her mouth. "Alpha...This is such an honour, and I'm barely dressed, I'm so sorry."

I look at T, and he no longer looks amused by the situation. Neither am I. I shouldn't be surprised though. I should have known that T had a lover outside of this entire mess, and that I never really consumed his entire world. Did he with mine? If so, I don't want to admit it to myself. Not now especially.

"It's okay, I was just leaving," I say quickly, retreating back a few steps. T automatically looks alarmed.

"Faye, no," he says, glancing at the confused girl, still dripping onto the floor, before he looks at me again. I want to turn and run from this. I'm really praying I'm not obviously flushed with embarrassment in front of them. "This is important. You can stay."

Is it important? Yes. Only, finding my mother's killer important.

The girl breaks in through the silence, clearly sensing the tension. "Stay for breakfast. I was just about to make some."

She looks at me expectantly, wanting nothing else for me to agree. I can't tell T the deal I stupidly made now, with this girl standing in his home. But what else am I going to do? I should have consulted him first, I know that now, but it's too late to go back. At some point, I'm going to have to be honest at some point, but today is not that day.

But despite myself, I know I can't just leave now, and not have T on my back until I tell him the truth.

"Alright."

"I'm Katie by the way," the girl introduces, clearly elated at my decision to stay for breakfast. Is she seriously going to start cooking in her towel? "T's girlfriend, although I'm sure he's mentioned me before."

My mouth goes dry at the sound of that. Girlfriend. T has a girlfriend? I'm not sure why that takes me off guard so much, so I'm blaming it on my inability to ever form a relationship with someone who isn't my mate. That is, unless, of course, Katie is T's mate. Oh boy, I hate myself for being here.

I glance at T, to see he only stares at me, eyebrows slightly furrowed. There's only one real way to continue this conversation.

Plastering the fakest smile possible on my face, I look back at Katie. "Of course he has. He talks highly of you."

"That's so cute," she gushes.

As Katie tucks her towel tigher around her, and walks to the kitchen. With her back turns, I wink at T, who glowers at me. He should be grateful that I didn't tell his pretty little girlfriend that he never mentioned her once to me. It makes me wonder how long they have actually been together.

"So why are you here, Faye?" T questions, diverting the conversation away from Katie's existence.

What do I say? All of a sudden, my idea to present the idea is gone, and I'm left to conjure something else up. But what could possibly warrant me going to T's home myself, to deliver a message. Only one idea comes to mind, which might not be the best one.

"Ah," I say slowly, "I'm having another party. Thought I would invite you."

"Me?"

I hope my eyes haven't widened with the amount of alarm I feel right now. "Yeah. And Katie."

It was the only thing that might make a small amount of sense. Maybe there, I can tell T, if I can separate him from Katie. But now that I know he is in a relationship, I am certain he is going to laugh right in my face, and go tell me to get a life. How could Fate be so wrong about something like this? And now I'm trapped within this deal.

Katie pipes in first from the kitchen. "Really? Oh my goodness, I'm excited."

"Why?" T questions. He seems to be seeing right through this lie.

"It's been a few months since I last spent time with the Alphas, so I thought I would have another party," I say smoothly, wondering how on earth this is coming out to easily. The Alpha's won't mind another party, which I'm going to have to create to ensure T doesn't see through the ruse.

"Not that," T says flatly, "why are you inviting me."

Good question. No, great question. What reason would I have to invite T to a party, if I wasn't tied to a deal with his brother? There's probably none, so I respond in the only way that avoids it.

"Why not?"

T folds his arms over his chest, sitting down on the armrest of the couch to watch me. "I think you know."

"Come on T, you told me yourself that you and the Alpha are good friends," Katie says from the kitchen. She is pulling pans out of the cupboard as if she isn't wearing just a towel right now. T seem to ignore her, staring directly at me.

"Exactly T," I say, narrowing my eyes on him.

"Why don't we go talk in private for a moment," T decides, pointing toward his bedroom door. The last time I was in there, I was waking up from a sleepwalking hallucination where I woke up in his bed. "We will be back in a moment Katie."

Reluctantly, I follow him, knowing I have no other choice. Hopefully he won't drill me too hard for information, because I don't know how long I can keep this lie up, and make it seem somewhat believable.

"Your bedroom is the last place I want to be right now," I say, as soon as he closes the door behind me.

"Why are you really here right now?" he questions, folding his arms over his chest.

"I'm inviting you to a party."

"Why?"

Sighing out my nose, I study the look on his face. He is completely serious about this, a frown etched between the strands on damp curls scattered across his forehead. I assume he's mad about me interrupting him and Katie's shower this morning. Knowing I did that does give me a small sense of satisfaction.

"I feel bad about the way things were left," I tell him. True, to a degree, but not so much that I would invite him to a party out of pity. He doesn't need to know that though.

"You don't owe me anything," he says slowly.

I bite the edge of my lip, becoming impatient and frustrated. "Just accept the damn invitation."

"Alright then," he says after a small moment's pause. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

I know instantly what he is referring to because I'm glad he is apologising. He would be amused in this situation, if it was me and another male, while I'm completely mortified. At least he isn't pointing it out. That wouldn't help the permanent blush on my cheeks that doesn't want to go anywhere.

"What, Katie?"

"Yeah. Can't have been that great to see," he says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

I shrug, hoping to play it off. "Doesn't bother me."

"Really."

"Mhmm."

He stares at me for a long while. Whenever he does that, it makes me extremely nervous, and almost automatically, I begin to fidget. His gaze is always unwavering and equally intense.

"You're lying."

"And how would you know that, T?" I ask, coming off condescending, but in my mind, I'm quivering.

"Well, Faye, I know you. You may not realise it, but over all this time that you have held me captive, I have gained quite a bit of knowledge on your emotions," he tells me, reminding me of all those months he was kept locked up. Perhaps I would come and visit him at times, but never would I have thought he would pick up that much on me.

When I glance around the room to find any place to look that wasn't his eyes, I spot the picture of me still hung above his bed. My nose instantly scrunches up in utter disgust at the sight of it.

"You're such a creep," I mutter, "and look, you still have the picture of me."

T smirks, "oh yes. Katie adores it."

"That's disturbing. I can't believe you told her that we are friends," I say sourly. T and I are far from friends, but right now, I am relying on him to be able to find my mother's killer, since Cal isn't doing the best job of it right now.

"I wasn't going to tell her who I am."

"That's so deceptive. Isn't she your girlfriend?" I question. Why am I surprised? If T is a manipulative prisoner, he must also be a manipulative lover too. And to think, I have to kiss this guy.

He flinches.

"Please," he brushes off, "hardly."

"So she was lying?" I ask.

It's not that I'm surprised they aren't dating, I'm just slightly curious why not. I mean, from what I have seen of Katie, which is a lot more than I thought I ever would, she is pretty. But is she T's type? What is his type? Why am I asking myself questions like this, as if I want to know the answer?

"It's easier having her believe that. Don't worry, her and I are not together," I explains, although it doesn't answer any of my unspoken questions.

"I wasn't worrying," I say quickly.

He sighs through his nose, before he swings the door open, so if I was to say anymore, Katie might hear. Prick.

"Come, Katie made breakfast."

"I'm going to leave. There is no way I want to even think about what you and Katie are getting up to," I whisper lowly, hoping he would hear. I have nothing against Katie, but those dark thoughts make me severely uncomfortable.

T decides to pronounce his next words loudly. "Please, stay for breakfast. It's the least I can do since you're inviting me to a party."

I stroll out the bedroom door, completely ignoring him. I hope Katie doesn't think us wandering into his bedroom for privacy meant anything. Because it didn't. And it never will. And at this point, I don't know if kissing him is even worth any of this.

"I'm not staying," I call out, "goodbye Katie."

She looks up from where she was cooking, still not dressed in anything but her towel. "You're leaving so soon?"

"She doesn't like you, Katie," T says.

His words bring me to a full stop. I know what he is doing, and why. He knows me so well, to the point where he is fully aware that as an Alpha, I'm not about to leave this room having someone think I dislike them, for no particular reason.

"What? I never said that," I snap, whirling around to glower at T. He only looks amused, as usual.

"It's okay. I understand why you want to leave," Katie says.

With a clenched jaw, I refuse to look at T. "No, I'll stay."

"Perfect! I've made pancakes. They are on the bench."

"Faye, why don't you sit down and I will bring you your food?" T offers, a sickening smile on his face.

Reluctantly, I take a sit on the couch, noticing the lack of any other table and sitting area. This place is so small, I couldn't imagine it any other way. When T brings food down to the couch, placing it down on the coffee table, Katie joins them. They sit on a couch opposite me.

"So, how's life with you?" T asks, while I don't touch my pancakes in front of me. I'm feeling sick right now, my stomach churning.

I'm not about to lie. "Honestly, not too great."

"Why not?" he asks, concern suddenly etched into his features. Katie doesn't add to the conversation, instead concentrating on her breakfast. It's odd; almost as if she was told to, but I brush that thought away.

"Nightmares."

"That's it?" he asks. "How bad?"

"Bad. Like, walk around in the middle of the night bad," I say. He swallows uncomfortably, clearly remembering the night he woke up with me in his bed. I don't even want to think about it.

He leans forward slightly. "Anyone taking care of that?"

"I've talked to a Gaze Reader, but in all honesty, didn't work out," I tell him. It wasn't her fault, I just don't want to tell T that Cal attempted to kill me. Sure, it was just in my dream, but it still make me nervous just thinking about it. If I told T, he would surely find that foolish logic.

"Has Callen helped you?"

I roll my eyes. "You don't even want to know."

"I think I do," he says with slightly narrowed eyes.

"It's not a big deal."

"Faye."

The silence between us is heavy. We stare at each other, and I don't back down. If T thinks he is in the position to judge me for what is going on, or to even act concerned, he is crazy. He should hate me. It almost seems to bother me that it doesn't. I even consider to tell him to back off.

"Are you scolding me?" I question.

His fingers tap against his knee while he thinks. "I'm worried."

"Seriously?"

"You know exactly why anyone would be worried," he says. Of course I do. Whoever is in my head could kill me at any moment. My eyes land on the knife and fork that is placed on the table in front of me. All it would take, is them in control of me, a fork or knife in my hand, and it would all be over.

I draw my eyes back to T. "Well you shouldn't be, I can deal with it myself."

"I doubt that, I'm simply offering a hand in help," he says smoothly.

"Noted."

"You're far too proud," T sighs, knowing he's not about to get anywhere with this. "You should accept help when it's offered."

I hate being stubborn. I hate that I am like that. But when I'm scared, or threatened, I refuse to accept help from everyone. And from T, who always seems to prove me wrong, and it gets on my nerves. So I can't help my own response, it comes out before I can even think about.

"From you, of all people? Please."

"I can help you a lot more than you think," he says slowly.

"Forget it," I mutter, standing. I can be here anymore. Not because T is getting on my nerves, but because I don't want to rely on him for help. "Thank you Katie, for being so kind, but I think I'm going to go."

Katie doesn't say anything, as I stand, walking toward the door. T hops up, following me to the door, where he stays, while I make my way down the porch steps.

"See you at the party, Faye," he calls out, before he turns around, and closes the door after him.

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