56Spoilers: Probably a bunch
Disclaimer: Cara's mine but no one else's.
Summery: A girl finds her self in Stephanie Plum's world.
Chapter 1
My name is Cara and I am 17 turning 18 in a week. My favorite colors are dark brown, green and blue. I'm a dark person. Black, I wouldn't consider it a favorite color but I like to wear it along with the three others. I live in Maine, the winters cold and the summers warm, fall and spring are the best. I'm also a diabetic, I usually carry a kit with me but thats not the most of my problems right now.
So, what I'm getting at is that about thirty seconds ago I went from signing off my favorite web-page ever to landing-very painfully-on something that felt oh to much like pavement. Ow. I was almost literally seeing stars. I managed to pry my eyes open and would of liked to see my white ceiling. Unfortunately I saw a foggy blue sky. Shit. Suddenly, I felt tired. I just wanted to snuggle under the covers and go to sleep. I shifted to pull them over my head, school can wait.
Oh wait. I'm on the tar. No school. No bed. I sighed and slowly sat up. I looked around. I was in the middle of a highway, two yellow lines ran down the middle with the usual break down lanes on the sides. Grass. No, more like dirt, the grass was all burt and icky looking. With a final sigh I carefully peeled myself off the ground and take stock of what I have. PJ's. I'm wearing a a little cotton tank-top and shorts, barefoot with minor bruising starting and little blood. I looked awful. I felt my hair, messy, yuck. I hated it when my hair was messy. Ulk.
What the hell is going on? One second I'm reluctantly logging out and the next I'm getting off the tar. This is seriously fucked up, I mean, seriously fucke- I was cut off with the sound of a car. I turned and looked in the direction and shrieked. I was still standing there in the middle of the road and a sleek black ford f-150 was coming down the road. I quickly got out of the road and way hoping the car would just keep driving.
No such luck. I started sliding away slowly, edging away from the road. Being raised in a cautious neighborhood, I, as well as my friends learned not to talk to strangers, don't get in the car with strangers, pretty much. Stay away from them with out an adult. Weird...hard to make friends though. Anyways...
As the car pulled to a stop to the side of the road, I took another step away. A man, hispanic maybe, stepped out of the car. Long black hair pulled into a ponytail at the back of his neck, bulging muscles, six feet tall and very intimidating. I sucked in a breath and stumbled backwards over a rock. Hot? Sure...absolutely, but that was a little hard to think about. I was tired, dirty and bloody, felt like hell and just wanted to be home.
He put his hands up in front of himself in a 'I'm not going to hurt you' kind of way. He took some more steps towards me and I managed to get sitting up. I was ready...to run. With my arms at my side and legs planted in the crab walk fashion, he squatted down a couple feet away. I'm sure my eyes were as wide as saucers.
He looked at me carefully, scanned me from head to toe before his eyes met mine. He had dark, molten chocolate eyes and I found myself lost in them. "Are you okay?"
I nodded and he continued realizing that I obviously wasn't going to speak. "Do you know where you are?" I shook my head no. "Is there someone you can call?" I shook my head again. "Can you tell me what happened?" I didn't do anything. I didn't really know what happened all I knew was that the person now standing in front of me looked really close to a character in my books. He looked a lot like Ranger... actually. To think about it, he was exactly like Janet Evanovich described him. Huh? "Can you tell me your name?" he asked snapping me out of my daze.
"Cara." I whispered.
He smiled lightly, probably trying to look less menacing. I chewed my bottom lip nervously. "Ranger." He responded. Shit! WTF? He can't be Ranger, because that would mean I'm in her books and that just can't be. This is a dream. I know it. I'm dreaming, this isn't ranger, noway, nohow.
I pinched my arm lightly. Ow. Damnit! I looked up as I heard him chuckling. I shifted uncomfortably and started standing up. He stood quicker and held out his hand to me. I looked at it, then at him and slid my hand into his. He pulled me up and I pulled my hand back as I took a large step back. I looked down and suddenly felt very uncomfortable. I was still dirty, tired and confused.
"You need a ride somewhere?" he offered.
"I don't even know what state I'm in." I mumbled. He looked mildly surprised, then confused. I felt embarrassed so I put on the best blank face I could muster up. "Um...thanks." With that I turned and walked to the side, then away.
I had only gotten a couple steps when he placed a hand on my shoulder. I tensed and jerked away from his touch. All I could think about was the fact that I was unarmed. I ALWAYS carried a weapon (an my kit, but...). I didn't like guns that much but I had one and knew how to use it proficiently. Knifes on the other hand. I loved knifes, I usually had two or three on me at a time. That along with a little karate, gymnastics and training and I was safe. Always. There I was unarmed. I looked down longingly at my leg where I would keep my knifes or gun. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. Unarmed. Oh shit. The one time I had been unarmed, I had been hurt. Badly. I got over it and had never had a moment like this before. My breathing was unnatural, faster, like I had just done my morning run of five miles.
"Cara?" I looked up at him, my eyes taking in every feature, he had weapons, a gun, maglight, stun-gun, pepper spray, and two pairs of cuffs. Cuffs. Oh god. "Cara." His voice was stern. I brought my eyes up to his and stepped back. "Cara, Cara, stay with me." He said probably because I was swaying as the black dots got bigger and bigger until my legs buckled and felt myself start to fall. Large arms caught me before I hit the ground. I was having an internal struggle trying to keep myself calm.
My feet left the ground and he was carrying me somewhere. I heard the sound of another deep baritone voice asking him questions, who I was..I couldn't really understand what he was saying very well. I heard a car door open and felt him place me onto a warm seat. The seat belt buckled in place and I could no longer keep myself conscious.
End of Chapter
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