Metal Over Blood.

The dream.

The car moving made me frown, my eyes opening slightly to see the familiar trees that I'd once ran through to get to the phone box. Home. I sighed, a voice coming from the back seat. I looked over to see my Dad and I rolled my eyes. What was this jackass doing? In the drivers seat sat Will, who looked at me with a frown. "What?" I frowned and he just shoot his head.

"Nothing, you just look different." He frowned, turning to Bee's wing mirror and looking at myself. My cheek was bruised, colours of black, purple, blue ran through it and I couldn't help but feel ashamed, why let myself be slapped by Martin? Suddenly, the house came into view and my heart began to beat quicker, the thought of Elle made me smile and I opened the car door, darting out and a locked front door. Brilliant. I knocked, several times. I knocked again. I knocked again, again and again before a groan came from the other side and the door peeked open, Elle looking half asleep stood there, a long night shirt stopping about half way down her thighs, yesterdays mascara clung under her eyes and her hair well, I'll let you imagine that. She suddenly squealed and wrapped her arms around me. 

"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" She shouted stepping back, hands on my shoulder as she studied me. "You're okay! You're... wow, you look pretty beaten up." She chuckled and I shook my head.

"Jeez, thanks for the pep talk." I rolled my eyes and she jumped again.

"God! I missed your voice!" She grinned. "Want a coffee?"

"I'd love one." A voice came from behind us, making us both frown and I moved out the way to see my Dad. "My my, you've grown." He said referring to Elle.

"You... you-"

"He's not worth your breath, and he's not coming in. This is our home, not his, he'll build a secret room and keep a wolf in there." I grumbled walking into the kitchen, ignoring the pleads of my father, letting him and Elle talk for a minute. 

"You should give him the benefit of the doubt." Will said and I turned quickly on my heels looking at me. "Should I of kept quiet?" And I nodded. "Sorry."

"Look, I just," I sighed looking at him, I just wanted to get a few things straight I guess, "I've got so many things spinning in my head, you know? Like Sam and Carly, Carly's gone now I mean how do you explain that? It's... it's just so sad, Will.." I trailed off feeling my chest tighten. "I guess, I guess what I'm trying to say is... everything's so different now." 

"Things were going to change, you knew that." Will said walking over to me, an arm wrapping around my waist whilst I rested my head on his shoulder, leaning against the counter. 

"I know, but everything's changed so quick. Look at where we are, how do you plan on explaining that to your neighbours?" I grumbled. 

"Don't get any." He chuckled and I couldn't help but join in.

"Not helping."

"Sorry." He smirked. "You just gotta take things one day at a time, I guess." 

"Is that what you did?" 

"What I did?" He frowned

"How you dealt with everything? I'm not a soilder, Will, you know that."

"You're right, but you're so much more." He said making me frown looking up to him. "I've never met a soilder as brave as you, not even me. I couldn't do half the things you could." I scoffed. "I couldn't." He chuckled shaking his head. "Since when did you see me going out there, coming straight up to the enemy and telling them lies?" 

"Well I guess it was just luck." 

"Luck does play a fair part. But its's the point, the point is you're a natural born fighter." He smiled to me, his hand softly resting on my cheek, thumb running over the forming bruise.