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Lost
and Found: Shattered

Author�s note:� This story takes place in the �Lost and
Found� universe, centering on Dwayne and Cora.�
We start six years after the end of L&F.� Again, this one will be a little on the
darker side. So, be forewarned.� And now�
On with the show�

Chapter
One

She looked across
the bar.� Looked through the smoke and
flashing lights.� Hot, sweat slicked
bodies writhed en masse on the dance floor as the bass beat of Evanescence, Nine
Inch Nails and Rob Zombie vibrated through the floor to her feet.� She tipped her head back, feeling the hair in
her high pony tail brush over her back.�
Tilting her head to the side, she felt the crack.�
�Ahhh!� Much better.��
Stepping back up to the bar, she took the next man�s order.
�� It
was Friday night.� The bar�s biggest
night of the week.� The bar always had a
crowd of people wearing black leather, studded collars and mesh shirts, but Friday
brought a more diverse patrons.� On
Fridays, the resident Goth�s mixed with your average party boys and girls who
thought it would be fun to walk on the dark side.�
�� But
Friday night also had another attraction.�
It had her.� She was the most popular bartender, not only
in the bar itself, or in West Hollywood, but in the greater Los Angeles area.� People came from as far as San Diego just to
buy a drink mixed by her.� She was
magnetic.� Her dark beauty and petite
body were the only rivaled by her pouring skills, and her outfits.�
�� Clad
in black and red leather, she pulled the customers in.� Black leather hot pants that laced in the
front hugged her like a second skin.�
They rode low, and red flames licked suggestively up the ties in front,
matching her New Rock Boots.� Fishnet
stockings covered her shapely legs.� Her
corset top accentuated her tiny waist and full bosom.� The red and black leather was laced tight,
forcing her breasts up.� The twin globes
spilled dangerously over the top, but were never completely revealed.� To complete her outfit, she wore the same
thing she did every night:� a two-inch
studded bondage collar at her throat and matching three-inch cuffs on her
wrists.
�� Flipping
and flaring bottles and never missing the catch, she poured heavy and took care
of her customers.� People wrapped her bar
five, sometimes even ten deep.� Tonight
was closer to ten.� She was the bar�s
most prized possession, and its secret weapon.�
Not only was she beautiful, and the best damned bartender, period, but
she could whoop some ass, too.� The
bouncers all loved her and teased her about her ass-kicking abilities, and
although they were loath to allow her to get involved in a drunken bar fight,
they knew she could handle a few sloppy, testosterone-filled drunks.
�� Flirting
with and teasing her regular customers as the music blended seamlessly into
Stabbing Westward, she didn�t see the two blondes forcing their way through the
crowd to the bar.� Taking an order, she
turned and grabbed the bright green bottle.�
Flipping it high into the air, she turned the other way to grab a glass,
a sugar cube and a spoon.� Glancing up,
she froze mid-reach, meeting the two new comers� eyes.� Forgotten, the bottle of imported Absinthe
that she tossed dropped and smashed on the floor.
�� Shit!�� Snapping out of her shock, she took note of
the shattered bottle and the green puddle spreading on the floor.�
�� You
alright?�� Another bartender yelled over
the pounding music, concerned.� She just
didn�t do that sort of thing.� She never dropped anything.
�� Yeah.�� She noticed his face, concern written all
over it.� �There goes my record�� She half-heartedly joked.
�� Looking
back to the two blondes at the bar, she nodded to the roped off hallway to the
side of the bar.� She knew they weren�t
here for just a friendly visit.�
�� I�ll
get this cleaned up, and then I�m gonna take a break��
�� Don�t
worry about it.� I�ll get it� you go take
a breather.� It�s been a long night.�� He studied her face, trying to get a read on
her.
�� Okay.� Thanks, bud.��
�� Apologizing
to her regulars, she locked her register down and slipped out from behind the
bar, stepping over the broken glass, and stalked over to the roped off hallway.� The blondes, having moved to the other side
of the bar, followed as the she told the bouncer to let them through.� Passing the door to the VIP rooms, she opened
the office.� Stepping inside, she shut
the door after the two blondes entered.
�� I
assume this isn�t a social call�� She
dropped her head, took a fortifying breath and turned to face them.
�� No.�� Paul shook his head.
�� You
look good, Cora.�� Marko, always the peace maker.
�� Thanks.� So do you.��
Her smile didn�t reach her eyes.�
Taking in their morose expressions, she started to get anxious.� �Look, I don�t mean to be rude, but I have a
bar full of customers waiting for me.� Why
are you here?�
�� After
a moment of silence, Marko gathered his courage first.� �We need you to come with us.� To come home��

�� Are you kidding me?� Go back?�
You�ve got to be fucking joking, right?��
Marko lifted his hands with a calming gesture.
�� Cora,
just listen��

�� No!� There�s no way in Hell I�d go back.� Not for anything.�� Cora tried to hold back the emotions
threatening to break free.� She worked so
hard to contain it all, block the memories and the pain from her mind.
�� Cora,
you have to.� You�re the only one.� We�re not leaving without you�� Paul reached
for her arm, getting frustrated.� She was
obviously hurting, and he didn�t know how to make it better for her, didn�t
know how to get her to see.
�� NO!�
She wrenched her arm away and wheeled around on them. ��You can�t just come here and demand that I go
back.� How dare you?� After everything that �� She broke off and shook her head.� �My life is here, now.� Why the fuck would I want to go back?� There�s nothing for me there�� Her words grew
softer as the tears welled.
�� He�s
dying, Cora�� Hurt by her implication
that they meant nothing to her, Paul�s words were a whispered plea.� Her head snapped up, tears finally tracking
down her face, running her black eye make-up.
�� What?!?�� A breath left her, as if an industrial vacuum
cleaner sucked it out of her lungs.
�� Dwayne.� He�s dying.�
Old Man Emerson sent us here, to bring you back� to say�� Goodbye.� �David stayed back, to watch over him.� It�s not good, Cora.� Marko started to
explain.� �He�s not feeding.� Went into a rage for a couple months after
you left.� He left the house and started
staying back at the cave.� Hasn�t gone
out to feed since.� He wasn�t the same
after�� Marko shook his head gestured
with his hands.� Paul murmured his
agreement.�
�� He
fell into a coma two weeks ago.� The old
man still refused to tell us where you were.�
He knew you needed your space, I guess.�
But then, even comatose, Dwayne refused to let anyone near him� to feed
him� Now, even the old man thinks you should come home.�� He put his hands on her shoulders.� �We wouldn�t be here if we thought there was
any other way.�� Cora�s heart
clenched.� �He�s been calling your name
in his sleep, even crying for you to come back.�
We don�t want to make you feel guilty about leaving.� Hell, I�d have done the same thing.� But, you�re our last hope, the only one who
can possibly get through to him.� To
bring him back, or��

�� Or what?�� Her breath caught in her throat.
��
To either bring him back from the edge� or to ease his passing�� Paul caught her as she sobbed and her knees
buckled.� He carried her over to one of
the overstuffed office chairs, and set her down in it.� Paul knelt in front of her as Marko leaned on
the arm of the chair, stroking her hair.
�� How
long?�� She sniffled and drew her legs up
and after wiping at her tears, wrapped her arms around her knees.� She curled into herself as much as the
stiffly boned corset would allow.
�� Don�t
know.� He could recover tomorrow, or we
could already be too late.�
�� He
needs you, babe.�� Marko fell right into
the old, comfortable endearments, with a hand on her shoulder.� �We need you.�� He leaned down to kiss the top of her
head.� No one spoke for several
minutes.� Marko and Paul watched Cora as
she stared at a spot on the carpet.� A
muscle in her jaw twitched and she bit the inside of her lip.�
�� How could you not know?� You should�ve felt it, if he�s in that bad of
shape.� She rubbed her leather clad
wrists, arguing with herself.� But, they�re not lying.� You can feel that.� Oh, God.�
What am I going to do?� �He needs
you� but he hurt you, ripped your heart out.�
Can�t let him do it again�� But,
he needs you.� He�s dying�� He gave a small nod, and the Boys let out a
breath.� �But, I�m not� I can�t promise
how long I�ll stay...�
�� That�s
okay.� Just you being there will ease
him.�� Marko stroked her hair again.
�� We
know there�s pain there.� We�ll just take
it one step at a time.�
�� Cora
unwrapped her arms and put her feet on the floor.� �Okay��
Standing, she felt lost.� �Okay,
I-I have to let my boss know.�� Standing,
she walked over to the desk and called the bar�s owner.� Even though it was twelve thirty, she knew he
was awake.� Claiming a family emergency,
she told him she wouldn�t be able to work for a little while.� Maybe a week, maybe a month.�
�� It�s
okay, Cora.� Take all the time you
need.� You�ve been a godsend.� And you�ll always have a spot at my
bar.�� And at my vein, should you ever want.�
Although he left the last past unspoken, she knew that�s what he
meant.� She hadn�t taken his blood
directly from the vein, but he�d wanted her to, practically begged her to.� �You sure you�re gonna be okay?�
�� Yeah.� I�ll be fine�� She hoped he wouldn�t call her on that lie.� �Listen, Marcus.� Thanks� for everything.� I owe you.�
Big.�
�� I
know.� And someday, I might actually call
to collect.�� She could hear his smile in
his voice, and they disconnected.
�� She
ran her hands over her hair that was slicked back into a severe pony tail, and
blew out a breath.� �Okay.� I�ll grab my stuff.� I want to go home and change, and then we can
go.�� She led them out the back into the
alley.� From there, they followed her to
her place as she streaked through the city, moving too fast for mortals to see.
�� I
just need to grab some clothes�� Cora stumbled into her room, duffle bag in
hand.� She randomly grabbed whatever was
on the top of her drawers and stuffed the clothes in, not bothering with trying
to keep things neat.� She zippered the
bag shut, and through it next to the front door.
�� Give
me minute.�� She held out a restraining
hand to stop Marko from picking up her bag.�
He stopped and turned to watch her retreat into the bathroom, shutting
and locking the door behind her.� It was
all Paul and Marko could do to not break down the door and ease her muffled
sobs.� The water turned on, and then
off.� Cora stepped out of the bathroom,
face still damp.�
�� Okay,
let�s go.�
�� You
wanna leave a note or anything for your roommate?�� Paul asked, recognizing the masculine touches
to the spacious two-bedroom apartment.
�� No,
I already talked to him.� Called him from
the bar.�

�� I thought you called your
boss.�
�� Yeah,
I live with him.�� The look she threw at
them gave them no leave to question.
�� Alright,
then.�� Marko picked up her bag, looking
to Paul with weary eyes.� �The sun�ll be
up in a couple hours.� That gives us just
enough time to fly back without getting toasty.�� He winked at her, trying to lighten the
mood.� It didn�t work, though she appreciated
his effort.
�� Ladies�
first.�� Paul couldn�t help but add his
cheeky humor.
�� Yeah.�� She gave a weak smile.� She wasn�t sure if she was reassuring them,
or herself.� �Let�s jet.�
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