|The Lost Ones
Author: happyflowers2907 PM
When Puck accepts a favor from Meghan to take care of a small, quiet girl he soon starts to really question what is happening. When he finds himself falling for the girl things start to become complicated. Why is Meghan so protective of her? Why does Meghan want her? Why can't he stop thinking about her? Who's more important? What's more important? And who really is this human?Rated: Fiction T - English - Puck - Chapters: 14 - Words: 12,856 - Reviews: 32 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 01-04-13 - Published: 07-06-12 - id: 8292384
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Puck was confused and fustrated. He didn't understand this strange request from Meg.
"Her name is Willow. Protect her with your life, Puck. Don't let any of the fey get close to her. Iron, Summer, nor Winter. If you see one then, kill them." She begged, looking at him.
"Is she half a fey?" He asked.
"No... She's completely human."
"Then?" He frowned.
"Please don't ask questions Puck... I'm sorry you had to cut your trip short. I know that I have no right to ask you for anymore favors, much less keep information from you; but this is important. I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't. It'll be hard, she has a wild imagination, and fey are attracted to her. She finds her way into the fey quiet often. Or it might be the other way around. We might be the ones that enter her life. In anyway she's important and needs to be safe, Puck."
Puck sighed. "Okay... I'll do it."
"Thank you, so much." She smiled at him; it was like a punch in the gut. "I know you'll do great."
That smile... He would do anything for Meghan, with that smiled.
Puck crashed back into reality, Willow hugged her knee's, tightly; her head resting on them. Tear's streamed out of her eyes, like a slow steady stream; one eye, the other. She hummed to the tune of "I Wasn't Prepared" by Eisley. She looked up at the sky trying to swollow down her tears. She tried to stop the hurt in her heart, but it never would.
Puck didn't cry anymore, but that doesn't mean it stop hurting it will always hurt. No one liked to feel horrible enough to cry, but she didn't care. She just let the tears go. As long as no one saw it she was okay. She just wished she has no reason to cry in the first place.
She started to sing that was the only was she could really distract herself from the sadness.
"Plenty of fish in the sea." She sang, her voice like trickeling water. "You're not all I need. I have my life and you have your's so dont-"
"Pretty voice." He said in a low voice.
Willow turned with wide eyes; shocked. "T-thank you."
This was the closest he had ever seen her. She was pretty. Her brown long hair was up in a high bow; her dark sleepy green eyes were beautiful even though her eyes were blood shot. Her skin was pale, with cheeks were pink as a rose petal, and lips the color of peach her lower lip bigger then her upper lip.
She looked at him up and down. He was cute. Red wild hair, wide bright green eyes, and freakles. Not like a face full of freakles but it was like the perfect amount to make him look cute. Not like Chandler, though he was perfect.
She started to cry harder, it wasn't a surprise though.
"I'm sorry. I just- This boy- He- He-" She took a breath. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I get it. To be honest I'm pretty broken hearted myself." He said, smiling sadly.
"It's sucks doesn't it?" She asked.
"Very much. Almost too much to bare."
"What happend? With you I mean?" Willow turned her body all the way toward him.
"Well, I was with my best friend and his girlfriend. And...we had this accident. His girlfriend died and my friend blamed me."
"That doesn't seem fair." She said, frowning; a v forming between her eyebrows.
He shook his head. "It sort of was, though. I was being reckless and stupid. Well in the end my friend ended up with the girl I loved."
"Alot. That's life, and he's my friend... He deserves to be happy."
She nodded. "You take it much better then I do. Let me ask you this...ugh."
She smiled. "Robin. If you hadn't... killed his girlfriend...Would you still be okay with it?"
"I fought ageinst it, Willow. I tried hard for her to be mine; but somethings aren't meant to be."
"You did answer though..."
He smiled down at her. "Maybe. Maybe not. Either way I'll never know." He shrugged, knowing it really didn't matter since he didn't kill her at all but the whole thing was too confusing to explain.
She smiled back, nodding. "So why are you here? In the middle of the woods?"
"Just a little exploring..."
"Oh." Willow nodded. "And have you found anything?"
Puck smiled. "Just you."
Willow cocked her head to the side then shook herself looking away. "Well, that sort of happend to me. My best friend and my boyfriend...you know. Now she's pregnate." She started laughing. "Gah, why am I crying? I'm not the one knocked up."
"Lucky you. I feel bad for the girl. Now she's a package deal and I'm sure the guy doesn't like her much if he was with you at the same time."
"Yeah. I know, right?" She smiled, sadly. Thinking how he couldn't have liked her much either.
"Well... I think I should get going. Bye Willow." He turned and started back into the woods.
"Wait...The woods are pretty dense you want to help you back I know my way around them pretty well." She said.
"I know them too. It's okay. I'll be alright." He turned back.
"Wait." She stood up quickly.
"Yeah?" He asked looking back curiously.
"Um, what's you number?" She took out her phone.
He took a step back, in surprise.
She's human, she doesn't know. He thought, reassuringly to himself.
"I don't have a phone. Or internet. My parents think it would spoil me." He said, giving her the same excuse he gave Meghan.
"Oh well...when can I see you again?" Her eyes were full off...longing, maybe hope.
"What about the same place tomarrow?" He said, smiling.
"I can't... I'm going to my grandmothers house before school starts. I go to a boarding school, up north. I won't be back until December."
Puck frowned. He didn't know this, he should have known though. Now he'll have to find away to protect her at her grandmothers... "Oh, me too. Boarding school I mean."
"Which school is it?" She asked.
"St. Peters. And you?"
She smiled. "The same place...What are the chances?"
He smiled. "That's great. I hope we have class together. I'm sure we'll see each other." Then he disappeared into the dense green woods.
For a second she thought how strange it was that he would go through that way there wasn't a house for miles around. Well, she guessed she wouldn't know if they built a house up by that way.
He could hear her say. "Did I tell him my name?" But he didn't mess up too bad. She would shrug, shaking it off.
Disclamer! Goodness I always forget to do this but I don't own the Iron Fey. Just the books, not the idea!
Authors note! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!:) R&R