Lonesome prisoner

Alec seems to stop his thoughts for a moment as he just looks at Ryan. He cocks is head, his mouth almost showing a smile. "Be careful how you say things," he warns. "I might get the impression that you want me around for more than a sandwich or a periodic kiss. I might think you want a relationship or something."

Figuring that was far from the truth, the smile comes out. She maybe cared a bit for a lonesome prisoner, and it was apparent she liked the physical attention, but Alec found it hard to believe that it went beyond that. She'd started bringing out feelings in him that he thought were dead - but he was smarter than to think this thing would go beyond quick meetings, playing cards and fast food. It just didn't work that way in the real world, even if he were to admit that when thinking about the future, he saw Ryan - or hoped she would be there.

Shaking his head, Alec takes the last sip of his pop and wipes his hands on his jeans. Then, taking the door handle, he opens it, letting in the cool air. Sliding around, he stops with one leg outside. he was halfway to his freedom. But two directions were pulling him with equal strength. Why he hesitates at all beats him - it was crazy that he wasn't already halfway across that field.

All of Ryan's words seem to crash together in his mind. And he was confused. He'd hated the Elite. He'd just helped them. He wanted the Agency. He would be running from them. Which was better? Which route was wiser? Running? Taking a chance he wouldn't be put in prison?

Putting his leg back in the car, he slams the car door shut again. He grips the steering wheel with frustration before turning the key and cursing the Elite. Just letting the engine run, he sits, one step closer to staying, but still fighting his flight instincts.


Ty still sits on the floor and leans back against Libby's bed after another round of video games. He grins and shakes his head. "We're tied again. You know that means we have to play another."

Still grinning, he looks at Libby, more than one thing running through his blue eyes. "I never thanked you for wanting to work with me on reading. I've enjoyed the day so... thank you."


Trent swallows hard and nods, trying to keep his emotions in check. "You're welcome," he responds quietly.

Clearing his throat, he checks his watch. "Well, um... I need to go pick up some stuff for the ranch... you two can hang out here and take your time, and I'll be back in about half an hour or so, if you want."

Ryder nods, seeing that Trent wanted some time alone. "Sure. We might take a decko at the scenery, but we'll be back."

"Okay." Trent rises and puts money on the table to pay for everyone before turning and heading to the door.

Ryder watches him leave, then turns to look at Thirteen, his arm still around her. "How ya doing, my little sheila?"