Without You... (Iron Fey Fanfiction. 2nd book to Meghan's Life.)

Chapter 7

Ash's P.O.V

"I'm leaving now." Meghan said, not pausing to look at me or Puck as we stared at her in silence. She made brief eye contact with me as she walked past me to make the bed she was sleeping in.

"Uh, Meghan, what about your arm? It's not healed all the way and if you leave without this shot it could cause some pretty major bumps in the road." Puck said, adding on a smile as he watched her every move.

Once she finished with the bed, she huffed in satisfaction and looked towards Puck.

"Right...which is why your gonna give it to me right?" She said, raising an eyebrow at him. Puck just threw her a sly smirk and raised a challenging eyebrow back at her. She rolled her eyes at him. "What so now your gonna make me fight you for the shot?" She said chuckling and walking to stand in front of him, sticking her hand out as she stared into his eyes.

"Give me the shot, Puck. Between the two of us, we both know who this is gonna affect more if I don't take it." She said, smiling as his smirk faded away.

"Your learning the ways of the one and only Goodfellow, aren't you?" He said and handed over the shot. She snorted and walked into the bathroom.

"Yeah, right." I heard her call out, causing me to laugh. Soon after I assumed she'd taken the shot, but instead of coming out she closed the door. Immediately, Puck walked over to me, throwing his arms up in a surrendering state.

"What the hell did you tell her that for?" He whisper yells, emerald eyes cutting into my silver ones. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

"What'd you expect me to do? Lie?" I joked. This time he rolled his eyes.

"Ha, ha. Very funny, Prince." He says. "What do we do now?" He said, looking at the closed bathroom door.

I sighed and sat down on the bed. "We let her leave." I said, watching as he snapped his head back towards me with a puzzling look.

"Why in the hell would we do that?"

"Puck, we've tried everything to get her to break, how about this time we just don't try at all. I don't know, maybe it'll make her break in a few hours." I say, watching as he bobs his head side to side as if he's considering it. Then he finally sighs, and sits on the bed right next to me.

I see a look of mischief past through his eyes before he turns to me. "What are we eating tonight, Ice-Boy?" He says.

"What?"

"I mean, really, I don't know why I'm asking you because technically it's my turn." He says, raising his eyebrows as if indication something. Ohhh...he wants me to play along.

"Vending machine food was your idea, Goodfellow. Don't blame the fact that you got sick after on me."

The door opened to the bathroom revealing a dressed up Meghan with new clothes on, but we pretended not to see her as we continued with our conversation.

"Ah, the good times." Puck said, throwing his head back in reminisce.

"I really don't-" I stopped mid sentence, hearing Meghan clear her throat at me and Puck still standing in the bathroom doorway.

"I'm leaving now." She simply says, looking between both me and Puck.

"Okay." This comes from me, and I watch as Meghan's blue orbs snap to me; confusion written clearly on her face. "I'll see you the next time you wind up getting into trouble." I end.

"Good luck taking on that...whatever u wanna call the person in charge and there army. I wish you the best of luck with that, Princess." Puck says, throwing a wink at her. She just stands there, looking between the both of us, completely phased out until she nods her head and walks out the room.

Meghan's P.O.V

I step out of the room and lean against the door, shaking my head in confusion. Devin looked at me, confusion written on his face too.

I looked up at him, my eyebrow raised. "What the hell just happened?"