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A Lonely Heart's Wish	By : shaliscarai Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 9056 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gargoyles/Disney related but the original character, Eve Anderson, is from my own mind and is not a character of Disney. I get no pay and am only doing this for fun

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The rest of the night he was quiet towards her, pulling her straight to bed after the shower. He held her close til she slept, Eve never realizing that the whole night he spent awake just happy to have her in his arms. For once, he wasn’t sure if he would see another day. If even one thing went wrong, they would never make it back home.
When Eve wakes the next morning, she finds a small slip of paper on his pillow. Confused, she listens to see if she could hear him walking around the house. When she doesn’t, she decides to open the paper.
Your ride will be at 10am. Wear jeans and t-shirt. Plan on being gone for a couple hours. Lunch will arrive before you leave for the corrals, bring it with you. If you are sore, there is pain killer in the bathroom. Take if before you leave.
It takes her a moment to realize what he means and then she stifles a grin to keep from breaking their cover. She knows that if she truly knew nothing of horses, she would be clueless as to what to wear. Keeping in theme of this, she pulls on a pair of jeans and t-shirt but picks a pair of flats to wear instead of boots. She takes the time to take a pill, hoping that anyone watching will think she is in serious need of it when she really doesn’t need it. Just as she fills her pockets with her phone and wallet, a knock sounds at the door.
She cautiously walks to it, looking through the peephole before opening the door. The older woman from the day before shuffles in and sinks into the nearest chair, Sofia a step behind her carrying a saddle bag. Sofia hands the saddle bag to Eve, dipping her head towards the older woman. “Grandmother insisted on coming with me to bring you your lunch. She says she wishes to put a blessing on you.”
Eve lays the saddle bag down and sinks to her knees in front of the older woman. “Grandmother.”
The woman strokes Eves’ hair affectionately. “You are a good and dutiful daughter. You serve your man well. I will give you hearth blessing for your home and strong children.” She leans forward, hands still on Eve’s head as if she is whispering a prayer to her. ‘I am FBI. I will give you an amulet with a small SD disk in it. Get on your horses, lose the saddle bag with its tracking device and do not come back.’ She whispers in Eve’s ear.
Eve’s face never falters as she absorbs this information. She only looks up after the amulet is settled between her breasts. “Thank you, Grandmother. May I ask what the necklace is for?”
The older woman smiles, patting Eve’s hands. “I know you have never ridden before. It is to protect you on your journey.”
“Thank you, Grandmother.” She bows her head and smiles.
Sofia steps closer, holding her hand out to the older woman. “It is time for us to go, Grandmother. We will walk Miss Nolan partway to the corral to be sure she gets there safely.”
Eve stands and helps the older woman up. “Thank you. I am sure I would get lost.” She gathers the saddle bag into her arms and follows them out into the compound.
When she arrives at the corral, she sees Owen already there checking girths. She sees one teenage boy helping by putting a bridle on as she approaches, but no one else. She doesn’t hide her nerves, hoping they will be mistaken for her lack of riding skills. “I’m here.”
Owen turns, giving her a long look that takes in her whole outfit. “Why didn’t you wear boots?”
She sighs. “I didn’t know I had to. Won’t these work?”
The boy tries to hide a laugh as Owen frowns at her. “They will have to I guess. I don’t have time for you to run back now and change.” He takes the saddle bag from her and ties it on behind her saddle. Armando will help you in the saddle.” With a last glance over his shoulder, he walks over to the other horse and swings up into the saddle.
Eve smiles sheepishly at the boy. “Sorry. I’ve never done this before.”
He smiles at her and leads her horse to a mounting block, explaining how she is to get in the saddle along the way. She pretends to listen intently, but still needs ‘help’ once her foot is in the stirrup. Once seated, she lifts the reins with her hands in the wrong position and it takes another min for him to show her how to properly hold them.
Owen sighs in frustration and turns his horse away. “Just keep your mare’s nose behind my mare’s butt and you’ll be fine. Let’s go. Daylight is wasting.”
“Yes, Owen.” She half-heartedly waves back at the boy as they ride away.
They ride through the compound and out along a narrow trail, winding their way to the river. She waits til they are well out of sight before pushing her mare to walk alongside him. She gestures towards the compound and then her ears, asking if it is ok to talk.
He glances back. “We should be well enough away now. It’ll be noon before Alexander can retrieve us. We must hide until then.”
“If they find out we’ve had help, we won’t last that long.” She looks around the surrounding landscape.
“What do you mean?” He turns in the saddle to stare at her in confusion.
She points at her amulet. “This has an SD card in it. The old woman I told you about? She’s FBI. She told me the saddle bag has a tracer in it and we need to get as far away from the horses as possible.”
“Hell!” He growls out and kicks his horse into a canter.
She follows, letting him choose their path. When they finally get to the river, he stops and looks around. “Find a likely spot for us to have lunch and make sure you put everything out like we were actually here. I’ll get rid of the horses.” he dismounts.
“Ok.” She quickly dismounts, pulling the saddle bag off and makes short work of finding the right place. As soon as it looks as if they were in the middle of eating, she starts stripping off her shoes and pants.
Owen comes back down the path, watching her with mild amusement. “Are you expecting a quickie?”
She grins at him. “No. My dad’s best friend was a Shawnee tracker. He taught me a lot growing up about tracking and being tracked. “She winks at him and grabs dirt, covering her body in it. “I can move faster and trackless with no shoes. The dirt will cover how white I am in this sun and hide me better.”
He grins, seeing where she is going with this. “I think I can remember how to hide as well.” He kicks off his shoes, shirt, and pants. “And if you don’t mind a run, I would like to distance myself from this place.”
She reaches out and slaps his arm. “Tag! Come get me!” With a burst of speed, she takes off running along the streambed. Grinning wildly, his chases after her.
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