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Saffron stretched her arms upward, fingers clasped together, and arched her back like a cat. She'd been at the club practicing for a while, through the afternoon hours, but it was getting on dinnertime, which meant it was time to quit. A quick trip home for a bath and change of clothes, and by then Xander was bound to be home, and they could go up

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"I GO OUT WALKING, AFTER MIDNIGHT," sang Jason as he headed down the path, on the daily mission to gather up extra pieces of wood that would be good for the plywood slabs. "JUUUUUUST HOPING, MAYBE...."

Yeah, he was an island cop, a master builder, and definitely feeling just fine.

It would be hard to say if he would leave the strange looking dumpster-thing alone if he'd not been in such a good mood. The thing was a smelly box of secrets, calling his name. Figuratively. He'd just gotten rid of the once voice, so he wasn't thrilled to even pretend to have another one.

"Uh, hey there," he greeted it, just in case.

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She wasn't sure how long it had been. At first, she'd tried to keep track, but with no light, nothing by which to gauge time, she'd long since lost the thread of hours versus minutes versus days. She'd been drifting in and out of a fitful doze, never really sleeping fully, not when she was jerking awake and screaming as loud as she could at every faint noise, her fists beating against the unforgiving metal of the dumpster

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HOLY FUCKING SHIT, THERE WAS SOMEONE INSIDE OF THERE.

"HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT," Jason hollered, scrambling to find the lid and push it open. "Hey, hey, who's in there?" It's hard to tell, being all muffled, but he's guessing it's a woman. Who the hell trapped a woman in a dumpster? What kind of sicko was on the island?

"Listen, my name is Jason Stackhouse, and I'm IPD. I'm gonna get you outta there."

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As soon as she heard his voice, Saffron burst out crying - or just sobbing, really, since she couldn't work up any tears she was so dried out. Jason. IPD. That meant she was still on the island.

She never in her wildest dreams thought she would have been so relieved to find out she was still on the island.

"Jason," she cried, "oh God, Jason, get me out of here." Saffron just hoped the remote was somewhere close by. Jason was strong, but he wasn't going to be able to get the lid up without it.

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"The fuck? I can't get it open!"

Jason began to systematically pry at different parts of the dumpster. "I'm trying," he yelled, just in case she couldn't hear him otherwise. He was IPD, he was an ISLAND COP, he was a fucking Stackhouse. Other people might be smarter, and other people might have been quicker to figure out a space-age looking box might have a remote.

But a Stackhouse didn't quit once they started, not banging fangs or doing V or nothing, and so it was a good ten minutes before Jason had to stand back, shoving his hands through his sweaty hair. "Hey, darlin', is there some other way to get this open?"

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She could hear him doing something out there, and Saffron knew all too well Jason wasn't exactly burdened with an overabundance of smarts, but right then, she was just appreciating the hell out of his persistence. "There should be a remote somewhere," she called, trying to push her voice out loud enough for him to hear, but it was gorram rough, and she didn't feel like she had much strength in her. "It's a little box, yellow on one side, about the size of a pack of cigarettes."

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It took him several seconds to find the little box after that, as he forces himself to remain calm and handle it. He found the remote and picked it up with fingers that were only kind of sweaty.

"Okay, darlin'," he called in there. "I got the controller thingy, but you're gonna have to tell me what to do. I don't wanna accidentally make it eat you or something."

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Her freedom was so close she could almost taste it, and Saffron could feel a little bit of a panic rise in her, a jolt of anticipation. "Just push the button, honey," she yelled back scratchily, a bit of an edge in her voice that had more to do with her itching to get free than with any irritation at Jason. "It'll open the lid."

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Jason pressed the ever-loving fuck out of that button.

"HOLD ON, HELEN, I'M COMIN' IN!" he hollered as the dumpster finally opened, and he shoved the remote into his jeans. More important to clamber over the side of the dumpster and get the woman inside up in his arms-- and back out to clean, safe air.

They both landed in a thud on the ground, tangled up in leaves and limbs and space trash.

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The sudden light, even filtered through the trees, hit her like a bright flashlight direct in the face, and Saffron squinted so much her eyes were mere slits. That didn't matter much right then, though, not when the light meant freedom, and she wrapped herself around Jason as she fell to the ground half on top of him, flooded with relief beyond measure. "Thank you, Jason, thank you, thank you," she sobbed, shaking like a leaf, half delirious and filthy.

He was totally getting VIP status at the club for this. It was the absolute least she could do. Not to mention as many baked goods as he could possibly eat.

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There was an amazingly gorgeous, buxom, grateful woman writhing in his arms. If ever there was a time to scoop her up and take her to the showers, it was now.

But he was finding that he didn't want to do that. She sure did need a shower, and he wouldn't mind assisting for a peek at boob-- he just didn't feel like he ought to seduce her. Funny how things changed.

"Are you okay, darlin'?"

He scooped her up and headed off towards the compound, where she could get what she needed.

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Now that she was finally free, cradled in familiar arms and safe, Saffron started to realize the true extent of her exhaustion. She felt dried up, wrung out and limp, and she managed to curl her arms loosely around Jason's shoulders as she rested her forehead against the side of his neck. "I will be, now," she said, soft and shaky, as Jason set off through the jungle.

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"Hey, look, I'm someone's knight in shining armor," Jason said, mostly to take her mind off what had happened. "Well, I don't really care much for armor. I'll be someone's shirtless knight."

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"Shirtless knight. I like that. Suits you better," Saffron murmured, and let out a breathy little huff of a laugh that turned into a cough.

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"So I reckon first place I need to take you is to the clinic, right?" Jason handled her as if she might be made of some kind of porcelain. "You got a regular doctor you wanna see there, or should I just holler and see what happens?"

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"No regular doctor," Saffron replied, trying not to move terrible much. "All the doctors who've ever treated me've disappeared. Whoever's there is fine." She was trying not to think about how exhausted she felt, but it was hard to avoid when she was having to put so much effort into just keeping her wits about her.