The Wolf Companion.

Chapter 7

     A few hours pass and I feel a tap on my shoulders, and I jolt myself awake. I had pulled out my knife to defend myself before I realized it was Trip.
    "Whoa, easy there hotshot . It's just me. I got the supplies, go try them on."
I blink a few times and try to wake up.
    "How long was I out?" My voice sounded groggy.
      "Oh you know a good hour. Bucko said it'd be best if you got some rest." She says. It felt like so much longer! It was only an hour? I thought it had to be at least two or three. I sit up to see Linxs sitting on the end of the couch almost on my feet taking a nap.
    "Where's Bucko?" I tiredly ask.
  "He's trying on some clothes." She hands me some clothes.
     "Latex silk fabric? What happened to the other fabric?"
   "We have a shortage, this fabric has a cooling solvent when you start to overheat it'll cool you down."
My eyes widen.
      "Woah, that's pretty farout."
Trip laughs as I get up.
   "Oh I also have a pair of boots for you to try on when you are done trying those on."
    "Alrighty."
     I get up and start walking towards Trips bathroom. I put my hand on the handle and open the door only to stop to see Bucko nude, trying to get on a pair of black pants. I stood there, and froze. I thought my face was filled with a glowing red ember. Oh my god!
     "Oh my god Bucko! I'm so sorry. I shut the door not waiting for a reply.      
   I'm still stunned. My heart is on a rapid beat in my chest.
     "Oh yeah, I should have mentioned he was in there." Trip states as she winks.
       "I- I -I." I can't seem to get any words out no matter how hard I try.
   "Enjoy the view?" Trip says loud enough Bucko probably heard. She then laughs like she planned it.
     "I.. I can't. Say no." still blushing, I try to grab my thoughts but they're scattered all through my mind.
    "Go the bathroom in my room, so you don't walk into see that hunk a meat undressed."
      I mean... I really wouldn't mind seeing that again. I start walking upstairs and go into Trips room, I walk into her enormous sized bathroom. I pull off my pants and grab the forest green latex shirt Trip gave me. "She still manages to get my favorite color."
    I say to myself. I put on the tight fitting shirt and look in the mirror.
Perfect fit, I then grab the compression shorts she gave me and start putting those on. Classic Trip. A sudden knock at the door shocks me.
   "You dressed?" Trip asks.
   "Indeed I am."
She walks in.
     "Damn son, looking fresh."
I smile. "Thanks, I try."
   "Cheeky." I grab the boots she handed to me earlier and start lacing them up.
  "Shoot for it."
She waits a minute.
    "So... do you have a crush on Bucko?"
"Um.. " My face goes red. "Yeah, I do. I don't know why, I just met him today. Somehow I have fallen really hard for him. I know he's straight but I can't help feeling like there could be a chance."
     She haults herself from saying something. Silence fills the room for a moment. "Shag, they're might be a chance he's bi. I get that feeling from him, I see it when he gives you side glances. How he acts so timid around you. You intimidate him, in a good way."
   Wait, they're might actually be a chance?
     "So, what your saying is I might have a chance? Should I talk to him about I-"
"No. Don't rush into anything give him some time. Judging by the looks of the situation he's nervous to tell anyone about it, just kind of throw some hints and see if he catches on. Don't rush anything."
  I stop for a second and think. "I see what your saying."
I finish lacing on the boots and instantly fall in love with them. "These boots are amazing!"
   She laughs. "The best part is, you don't have adjust to them, they adjust to you."
     "That's righteous!" I say astounded
   "Yeah they're pretty sick." She pulls out a passport. "Here's your passport, your fake ID is in the passport."
I notice two more passports.
    "I know the other one is for Bucko, but who is the third passport for?"
       She pulls it out. It's for me ya dingus, you honestly think I'd miss out on the chance to try and find an ancient civilization as extraordinary as it is?"
    "Guess I should have know."
I say.
   "Is Dad okay with that?"
      Trip hesitates. "Kinda, he's not really home. Or in this country..."
     Oh no.. This can't be good.
       "Did he get... Called back to Siberia?"
   She doesn't say anything. After a minute or so she finally replies. "Yes... He did."
     I wrap my arms around Trip and squeeze her tight, picking her up and I begin spinning her. She's always loved these hugs.
    "Thank you Shag. It really means alot to me."
      "We just have to hope for the best." We walk out of the room and start heading back down to the living room, I notice that Bucko had turned on the electrical fire and was sitting right in front of it. How odd. I walk downstairs and sit next to him.
    "You doing okay?"I ask.
   "Of course, just enjoying this fire."  He smiles.
     "So are you ready to go fly?" I ask.
       "Yeah, just a little nervously that's all." Bucko stares intently into the fire.
  Trip sits on the couch next to Linxs and starts petting her, ever so calmly. "I got a plane that will let big dogs board and ride in first coach."
    "Really? I thought is was impossible."
She gives me a look of uncertainty.
"You'd really underestimate my searching skills? How many times have I gotten this sweet thing aboard a 'no animals allowed' boat? I mean all I had to do was registers we as a comfort animal, no place will deny her."
    "Plenty of times. I should have learned never to underestimate you."
   She smiles.
   "Then this would be no different at all." She walks up to Bucko and hands him his passport with his fake ID."
Bucko looks quite confused.
    "I already have a passport." Bucko states.
   "That will render useless, I'd be better to go with this."
     He grabs the passport and ID. "Charles May?"
    "Yes, that's your ID. You don't want anyone knowing who you are at airports, because when secret society workers want to track you, they only know your fake name, not your real name."
     Bucko looks dumbfounded.
   "Judging by the looks or your mustang, I see you and Shag already had an encounter with them."
   Bucko looks up at Trip. "You're right, Charles May it is than!"         
      Trip goes to leave the room but stops. "Make sure you both have what you need before we leave. I'm going to go get a few more supplies before we head off."
     I look over at Bucko then back at Trip.
     "Alrighty then. Wait!"
   "What is it?" she politely asks.
"Could you make a copy of the map? Just in case we somehow loose it."
She smiles.
    "Well duh."
I stand up, and walk over to my bag and grab the bottle out of it.
    "It's pretty fragile, so be careful."
She let's out a sly laugh. "It's old, I figured it was fragile haha." She exits the room leaving me, Bucko and, Linxs alone."