A/N - Yay, the first Abduction FanFic! Sorry if it's not the greatest, but I did the whole thing in six hours straight and I was really tired when I was finished.
Disclaimer - I only own Carter.
I fallowed the truck as it sped down the highway, Nathan sitting on the hood with his arm outstretched. It was only my motorcycle and the truck on the road, no one else going either way. Of course, they didn't notice or care that I was behind them, and that was good. In order for me to do my job right, I had to stay unnoticed. Not that I was happy about it. After watching over Nathan since I was thirteen years old, I had developed a pretty strong crush on him.
Nathan convinced his friend Gilly to get onto the hood of the truck with him while the truck was moving. I shook my head at how reckless these guys were. As I was going, I heard the comm unit in my helmet beep, signally that I had an incoming call. I removed my hand to quickly press the side of my helmet to answer the call.
"How's my boy doing, Carter" I heard Martin Price's voice. I snorted. "He's as reckless and impulsive as you, Price" I told the man old enough to be my father.
Martin laughed. "Atta boy. You keeping an eye on him?" he asked me. "Yes sir. Everyday he's not with his parental units and from across the street when he is" I informed him. I knew it hurt whenever I mentioned Nathan's adoptive parents, but I couldn't afford to be sensitive.
"Good. I'll check with you later, okay" without waiting for an answer he 'hung up' on me. I sighed and shut off my comm unit.
I continued to follow the truck to the house where the boys were going to a party. Gilly had climbed back into the cab of the truck and Nathan was, again, the only guy on the hood.
When they reached the house the truck jerked to a stop at the curb, causing Nathan to fall forward and front flip before rolling on the grass. I swiftly parked my bike next to the truck and got off, taking of my helmet and examining him for any major injuries from afar, like I was trained to.
His friends jumped out of the truck and helped him up, but he just laughed it off. I fallowed them as they walked towards the house, into the party.
My name is Carter Mason. I am a seventeen year old female. I always wore the same basic wardrobe since I had passed training: calf-high boots with knives tucked into both, jeans, a fitted shirt, a leather jacket, that Martin had actually give me, which concealed a small pistol and extra magazines. My hair was almost always in a ponytail and you almost never saw me without my sunglasses. When I didn't wear them I always had a different color of contacts in every time. It helped hide my identity if I had to. Martin had, teasingly, tried to convince me to die my hair a different color every week. He quickly learned that no one messes with my hair. It's the last thing I have of my mother.
Nothing much happened that night. I kept my distance as I watched the three boys talk and drink, and saw Gilly selling his fake I.D.'s. I was the only one not drinking as I watched Nathan get more and more drunk. He eventually passed out on the front lawn, his friends leaving him behind.
It was when most everyone had gone home and the clean-up started that I called Kevin and told him where Nathan was. I waited I the shadows until I saw Kevin's car and them booked it home. I was stationed at the house across from Nathan and his family unit. Bennett used to live with me, to help take care of me and buy groceries and such because I was technically too young to live by myself even though I could knock out a fully-grown secret government agent or a Japanese ninja – don't ask.
Once I turned sixteen and officially got my license – I've known how to drive most vehicles, including motorcycles and semi-trucks, since I was thirteen – Bennett moved out, but someone still stopped by once a week with groceries and other necessities from the store. Kevin and Mara have thought about inviting me to their house ad having me introduced to Nathan, so I wouldn't have to be sneaky to follow him, but we eventually agreed that me being anonymous was the best course of action.
I watched from the kitchen as Kevin started fighting with Nathan. Of course Nathan was too hungover to tell I was in the kitchen with Mara. "Sometimes they just don't know when to stop" she told me. I nodded as I helped her dry and put away the dishes. "Give it time. Nathan doesn't understand that he's not normal, and this is what most normal teenage boys do" I reassured her, placing a hand on her shoulder. I waited for her to nod before I left. It would do to have Nathan see me.
I went home, knowing that Mara was going to ground Nathan. I didn't really have anything to worry about.
As much as I wanted to think no one noticed me, I know that that wasn't true. And that knowledge was only reaffirmed when Billy, Karen's boyfriend from college, was found on my doorstep. I was still in my workout clothes, because I had been beating my punching bag when the doorbell rang, so I was only wearing short shorts and a sports bra, with my hair in a high ponytail and my body covered in sweat.
I leaned again the doorframe, not bothering to hide my disdain, and asked. "What are you doing here" Billy had started noticing me last year, his senior year of high school. Billy smirked. "I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out with me" he said, cocky.
I snorted, and his smirk fell a bit. "You don't even know my name" I said. "So?" he said, as if my name meant nothing. My jaw dropped and I glared. "Get out"
His smirk dropped away completely. "What?" he asked stupidly. "Get out!" I screamed. I went to slam the door when he grabbed my arm. "You don't want to do that" he growled. I stomped on his toes and slapped him, successfully getting him to release me. I grabbed the baseball bat from its place next to the door and held up threateningly. He backed away and I chased him down the driveway to his fancy car. I looked across the street briefly to see that Nathan was there, glaring at Billy. I dropped the bat and screamed at Billy one more time. "Just leave me the hell alone!"
Billy got to the driver's side of his car. "Whatever you crazy bitch" he noticed Nathan watching as well. "What are you looking at freak" with that he drove away. I locked eyes with Nathan and smiled at him, shrugging lightly, as if to say what can you do? He nodded at me, his hand still bunched in a fist.
I waited outside the building that Nathan was meeting Dr. Bennett in for his therapy. Once I saw him leaving the building and mounting his motorcycle, I kick-started my bike and followed Nathan to school.
I parked a few spots away from him in front of Hampton High School. I was leaning on the bleachers at the side, watching Nathan instead of sitting on them as I watched the wrestling. I had to admit, Nathan was good.
In the hallway during school 3rd POV, with Nathan and Gilly
Nathan and Gilly opened their lockers to het their things for their next class. "Wow" Nathan said when he noticed what Gilly had covered his locker with. "Joining the militia group or something?"
"So I go to the gun range three or four times a week to blow off steam. I'm a virgin, what else am I gonna do?" Gilly told him. Nathan nodded. "True" he then saw his neighbor from across the street opening her locker.
He couldn't help but stare. She had luscious, long hair, and a toned body. She was an athlete, like him, he could tell. Gilly notice what Nathan was staring at. "Here we go again. You look at her, she glances at you but doesn't even know that you know she exists! You both totally dig each other, but you don't have the guts to go talk to her" Gilly explained.
"Grow a pair and make it happen man. You act like you're afraid to talk to her" Nathan stared at Gilly incredulously. "She chased Billy off of her property with a baseball bat for asking her out" he told Gilly. Gilly sorted. "Dude, that makes her even more perfect for you"
Back to Carter's POV, in class.
"All I'm asking is that you do the minimal amount of work in this class to give yourself the illusion that you're actually learning something and to give me a little bit of self-respect" I really stopped paying most of attention. At least, until I heard the word 'partner'. Great. I had to work with one of these buffoons.
I didn't listen until I heard Nathan's name, waiting for my own. "Nathan, meet Carter" great. I was supposed to keep my distance, and now I had to do a project with him.
I called Mara as soon as I got out of school. "Carter, what is it? Is Nathan alright?" she asked. "He's okay, but it seems that I'll be coming around your house later today. Nathan and I got paired up in a class project" I explained. We talked it out ad figured it was for the best.
Later in the day I walked across the street and ran the doorbell. Mara came out and gave me a hug. "How are you doing on your own?" she asked me. Despite her training, Mara was a real mother hen.
She led me up to Nathan's room.
I walked in and looked at him. He was just standing by his dresser, and it took all my training not to blush. I couldn't let feelings get in the way. "Hey. I didn't really get to introduce myself at school. I'm Carter Mason" I held out my hand to shake his.
He nodded and shook my hand. "Yeah, I know" that stopped me short. How did he know? "I saw you around, you know at school and parties and stuff" he told me, and unless I was mistaken, which I could be, he had a slightly blush.
"Hey" Mara knocked on Nathan's open door to get our attention. "Would you like something to eat or drink?" she asked me with a kind smile. I shook my head. "No thanks, but thank you for offering" I told her.
She turned to Nathan. "Would you like the door open or closed?"
"Close it, please" he said. My heart leapt, but I didn't show it. This was getting out of hand.
Mara left, closing the door, ad Nathan and I got to work.
I was looking through o of the book Mr. Miles had suggested for our project. It says here 'one in over twenty three hundred Americans are reported missing everyday" I told him. Nathan and I had kind of come up with a system: He looked on his laptop while I looked in the book, and every now and then we would flirt.
"I found a website for missing kids" Nathan told me. He stood up. "It has height, weight, age, favorite food, medical reports, check it out" he set it down next to me o the desk nad leaed on the des text to where I was sitting.
I looked it over and nodded. 'Last place they were seen, people they were affiliated with, that makes sense. Anything and everything that could help find them" I leaned over slightly and rest my shoulder against his arm, reveling in the warmth.
"I'll send you this link" he said, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. I smiled brightly at him.
We were both on our laptops, him resting on his pillows on his bed. I was next to him, with my feet in the air and my head at the foot of his bed, resting on my stomach. "I thought your boyfriend was going to take a swing at me last night" he told me. I snorted. "Billy? He's not my boyfriend, he doesn't even know my name, and he doesn't really care to either" I told Nathan.
I looked down at my laptop, finding a cool site. "Hey, check this out" I sat up ad he scooted down so we were both sitting at the foot of his bed. 'What is it?" he asked me.
"I found this cool site that shows picture of what these kids might look like today" I told him, bringing the site up. "And if you recognize the person you can click on their childhood pics"
I pulled up one of the kids. "Check out this guy" we laughed. "Jason Statham meets Justin Bieber" I looked at him in surprise. "Oh really? What about this one?" I pulled up a picture of a little girl. "Ryan Seacrest meets…" he trailed off, but I had an idea. "Un, what about that one chick, the one that wears radical clothing…Lady something…"
"Lady Gaga?" Nathan asked, probably wondering how I didn't know this. I sapped and pointed at him. "That's it!" he laughed at me. "How do you not know that?" he asked me. I shook my head.
"I don't listen to modern music. Old country, old rock, some eighties and nineties music, but that's about it' I told him. He nodded. "That's actually really cool" he told me. I smiled at him. "Really?" I asked, thinking he might just be saying that to make me feel better. He nodded. "Seriously. Most girl's just like the modern and R&B stuff because it's know and popular and they think it's 'sexy'" he told me.
"And you don't think so?" I asked him. He shook his head. "No, I actually don't" We smiled at each other and leaned in. Then I realized what we were doing and leaned away, clearing my throat. "Next?" I asked, before going to the next picture.
""Ooh, Matt Damon meets…" I paused, knowing this wasn't good. Hopefully I can play it off. "You" I said slowly. "That's not me" Nathan said right away. I nodded. "You're right. He looks nothing like you" I reassured him.
"Send me a like to that site" he asked. I knew this wasn't good, but I set it anyway. "When did you want to start outlining?" I asked him, seeing that it was getting kind of late. "How about I come over in an hour?" he asked, walking towards me. I nodded. "Sure, but it'll just be you and me" I told him. He nodded.
"Bye!" I really wanted to kiss him, but I walked away quickly. I didn't say anything to his parent about the site, hoping this problem would just go away.
3rd POV with his parents after Nathan left.
"I can't believe I just agreed to that" Mara said, going back to get cooking.
"Carter Mason, I remember when she was just a child" Kevin said, thinking about the small, terrified little girl that had just lost her parents.
"She's really hot now" Mara looked at her husband incredulously. "She's sweet and can take care of our son" Mara fixed his statement.