Barbarians Blood

Chapter 8

As Sawyer closed the door behind him he saw Willow fast asleep on the bed. His pouch lay on the nightstand opened. Walking over to it he saw that he was a few gems short. Looking over to the table a box labeled cupcakes told him why. Willow must have gone and gotten some cupcakes before she got some rest. He would normally be pissed that someone took his money, but he could bring himself to be pissed at Willow right now. He too was tired. After all, he had spent most of the morning following her scent to the docks where she was, and then turned around and spent the rest of the day working on his boat. He had a few more days of work and then the boat would be back in shape for sailing. Not in the mood to take a shower he kicks off his boots then climbs into bed pulling Willow as close to him as he could.

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"Sawyer," Willow's voice spoke.

Grumbling Sawyer opened one of his eyes to a slit. He saw her looking at him and her nose was wrinkled in disgust. He knew why she woke him up, he did stink after all.

"Okay, I know I smell bad," Sawyer mumbled," I'll get a shower."

Slowly he sat up. But as soon as he did he saw spots dancing across his vision. Shit, he thought. Blinking a few times before he stood up he grew aware of Willow watching him.

Once out of the shower he changed into some clean clothes. Walking out of the bathroom he saw Willow munching on a cupcake. Glancing at the clock he saw it was six o'clock in the morning.

"Want one?" Willow asks.

Turning to look at her he sees she's gesturing to the box of cupcakes.

"I'm good," Sawyer said.

"Oh come on," Willow said," one isn't going to kill you."

"True, but I don't like sweets," Sawyer said.

He watched her pout before kissing the top of her head.

"I'll be back later," Sawyer said.

"How much longer until the boat is done?" Willow asked.

"Depends on how much I get done today," Sawyer said.

"Then I'll just spend the day with Treasure," Willow said," you can stay and work on the boat."

"You sure?" Sawyer asked. He would love to stay and finish the boat, but not if that'll upset Willow.

"Yeah," Willow said.

Saying goodbye he walks out the door. He felt guilty for choosing the boat over Willow, but he knew if it was done he would have more time with her.

The day had been going by slowly. But as he finished the last bit that needed fixed Sawyer couldn't help but be pleased with himself.

"Captain!" Treasure shouted.

Turning around Sawyer saw Treasure running towards him. Willow wasn't with her. Fear grabbed hold of him as Treasure stopped in front of him trying to catch her breath. He saw bruises and a few cuts on her face and arms.

"What's wrong, where's Willow?" Sawyer asked.

"H-he took her," Treasure stuttered still catching her breath.

"Who?" Sawyer asked the fear he felt being replaced by anger.

"You're brother," Treasure said pulling herself to her full height.

It felt like he was in a horrible dream. Thomas has taken his Kitten, and he didn't know where he would have hidden her. Hell, he's not even sure Thomas hadn't killed her. Anger was washed away as panic and fear took hold of him once again.

"Get the others," Sawyer said," we are going to find Willow."

He watched as Treasure turned and ran back the way she came. Looking around Sawyer checked to see if anyone was around. With it being lunchtime no one was around. Taking a deep breath Sawyer summoned the ocean. Saltwater rose from the ocean and climbed up onto the shore clawing its way to him. It snaked around the boat and began dragging it to the ocean. Once his boat was once again in the water he let go of the ocean. Walking onto the boat he waits for his crew.

Once his crew climbed onto the boat it wasn't long before Sawyer was barking orders at them. Soon they were off, looking for their missing friend, yet again. He was just hoping they wouldn't be too late.

"Don't worry, Kitten, I'm coming," he whispered looking out at the massive ocean.