Runaway Love

Five: A Short Lived Journey

A/N: I can not find a model for what I have written Tambre to look like SO Imagine a female Dean Winchester / Jensen Ackles and there you have Tambre.
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Jett
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I sit next to Tambre on the couch as she stares out the large apartment windows over looking the sunrise lit city. She eats her pancakes slowly. As do I. She looks at the city with an unreadable expression. The soft sound of the heat blowing through the apartment is peaceful and overrides the city below. Like Tambre has her own little kingdom to look over the city. Downtown New York towers out above the rest of the city a distance away. The sun reflects off the glass of the office buildings, creating sharp ripples in the sunrise. I sigh looking over it all. I've ran through more than half of it and slept in countless back alleys. Yet, it all looks new and beautiful from where I sit now.

"What has been the most eventful thing to happen in your life?" I ask, looking to Tambre.

"That day I broke into the police precinct to try and find information on the gang that killed my family." Tambre chuckles when she sees my face. I stare at her wide eyed and my mouth is open.

"You broke into a precinct?" I sit in awe. She nods.

"What has been the most eventful thing of your life?" She asks. I shake off the fact that a criminal sits infront of me and think about the question.

"All of it," I respond, twisting my fingers together, "I've been on the run since I was little. I've never settled in one place. Staying here for the night is the longest I've been in a place since I was twelve." I explain. Tambre looks at me. An expression of Sad lines her face but curiosity burns in her eyes.

"Running from what?" She questions. I shrug, not knowing how to answer the question.

"Everything. The government. The gang. The gang leader. I'm running away from my problems to try and create more." I explain hoping she'll understand.

"Create more, how?" Her voice is soft and comforting.

"I'm searching for my brother. My mother and father were captured by The Gang and it's leader. That Gang is named The Scarlets or Scarlet Cobras. Most call them the Scarlet Riders." I explain. I'll give her the information I can to help her find them. But what would she do if she found them? Tambre mumbles something inaudibly.

"What?" I question. She stands and walks to her room I stand and follow her. She looks at the bookshelves surrounding her room and plucks out a black spined one with gold stripes.

"Sketch book disguised. Come here." She tells me. I take the few steps from the door to her and her body is tense and shivering. I wraps my arms around her from behind and let her lean against me as she shuffles through the pages. She stops on one with a drawing of a symbol that isn't recognized by many.

A Scarlet Cobra.

Drawn down to the last detail of the blood on the fangs.

"How do you know what that is? Where did you see it?" I question her and release her, taking the book from her hands. She sighs when I take a step away from here with the book in hand.

"I saw it on the hind end of a motorcycle that was speeding away from the scene. The last thing I saw before passing out." She explains.

"So how did they classify it as drunk driver if there was no other vehicle?" I ask trying to put together the puzzle peices she is dropping.

"There was. A white unmarked, unliscensed plate van. The biker pointed to our vehicle and gestured to the white van and it drove into us." She explains the event and her voice shakes. I continue to stare at the drawing. It suddenly clicks into place.

"Oh." Is all that I can generate. They aren't just killing at random. They have targets. The places are chosen places. I shiver. I close the book handing it back to Tambre. She takes it and continues to look down at the floor as she slides it back between the books. It fits in perfectly with the rest, not even a trained professional would know it holds something more than words.

"Tambre. I need you to come with me." I say in a low voice. She walks back to me keeping her eyes trained on the floor.

"Where?" She asks.

"Britain." I whisper. She looks up at me. An expression of fear, joy and sadness crosses her face before she smiles gently. Her smile is sad too. What have I done.

"Jett, I've only known you for twelve hours." She explains. She looks away and walks out the bedroom door.

"No, Tambre please. You don't understand. If they killed your family then they want to kill you too." I plead. She stops dead in her tracks.

"Let them." She growls and keeps walking. She walks into the living room and collects the dishes. The cups from yesterday and plates from today.

"No." I say clearly.

"What?" She questions.

"No. I'm not going to let them kill, probably the best thing of my life within twelve hours." I argue. She smiles, genuinely.

"Jett. According to the news. You died six months ago." She says.

"I what now?"

"You died six months ago. I was watching the news in the Pub I work in and the headline 'Jett Rowan finally assimilated'." She explains.

"So I'm either dead or they staged it." I retort. Tambre giggles and sets the dishes in the sink.

"Staged. I could tell. The police wouldn't let anyone film them shooting someone in the head willingly. And the camera shot was steady meaning filmed professionally." She explains.

"Okay, Detective Ariette." I look to the dark floor and walk towards her and hear her soft laugh. I lean against the counter and bite my lip.

"You are the first one to know my real name, other than my parents and brother of course. I've lived under fake names for so long that I have to remind myself that my name is Jett." And that I am a wanted fugitive. Tambre looks at me and smiles softly.

"Jett. Say I do go with you to Britain. What will we do there?" Tambre stands in the kitchen, facing me.

"After eight years of research, I have discovered that the gang leader has resided in the U.K. I am not sure where yet." I sigh at my eight years of limited research outcomes. I look up at Tambre who is biting her lip and has her arms crossed. She stares at the floor but it looks like she is looking into oblivion. Her eyes spark with a mischievous burn and a smile speads across her face as she looks at me.

"Let's go then."