I like being praised... :D
Title: (ahh I dunno yet)
Chapter: Just a little more of Chapter 2. ^^
Rating: The story is R, but this little tidbit is...PG.
Summary: Lynnie explains...somewhat.
They had been talking for about half an hour. Or, more accurately, Lynnie had been talking in a business-like fashion, and Theodore had listened. Sometime maybe five minutes ago a police car rolled up outside of the shop, and one of the strangers standing about, watching, had announced that it was her partner, and that she really had to be going. Theodore was appalled that he’d been sitting across from Lynnie, who was describing everything she knew about him escaping from prison, in the same room as a cop. Not only that, but she didn’t seem the least bit surprised, nor did she say anything remotely similar to “You’re under arrest.” She just walked out the door.
The cop car rolled away, and three more people stated that they’d “best be going” and “it was nice to see you again” before they exited the shop as well. All eyes were back to Theodore. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“So…you know I’m a convict,” he said, looking at Lynnie. “Why exactly am I here, then? Why aren’t you shipping me back to Fox River?”
Lynnie’s eyebrows shot up. “Well, if you prefer that, it can be arranged…”
“No, no. It’s not that I don’t appreciate your keeping my secret a secret,” he explained, folding his hands together. “Believe it or not, people are not generally kind to me…without reason. I merely want to know…” He sighed. “…what you want in return.”
“Nothing.” Lynnie smiled, and stood up. “I have this thing…I help people. People I like. People I think deserve to be helped, and that no one else is going to help.”
Theodore looked at her, then at Mason, Adam, Spike, and Deci (who turned out to be a pretty little brunette thing about the same age as Lynnie). They nodded solemnly. He looked to Lynnie again.
“So you’re sayin’…”
Her hand turned out her pocket and held it in a similar fashion to the way he would hold it out to prisoners. An ironic smile curved her lips. “You’re in need of protection. This is where I come in.”