On The Run

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are mine.

Warnings: m/f, preg, angst, death, lemon

** Asterisks indicate thoughts

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Chapter Seven


The next few days had been cold and rainy. Every few hours or so, rain would turn into snow, melting as it hit the earth. The ground had not frozen yet, though it wouldn’t be long until the snow stayed. It was very quiet at the cabin, the wind rustling through the trees, and the waves crashing against the shore trying to fill the silence.

Detective Winslow had kept in touch with Grey and Naomi, but always with bad news. There was a full-on search for Randy Hudson now, but he had gone into hiding, it seemed. The police couldn’t find him at all. That made Naomi a little nervous, though Grey was quick to reassure her that there was no way that Randy would be able to find them.

One frigid afternoon, Naomi bundled up for the cold weather, and walked down the beach. A couple miles down the shoreline, there was another small cabin, though no vacationers present. It wasn’t the month to take a holiday. She walked a ways down the beach, finding the sounds of the ocean very peaceful. She recalled a conversation she had with Grey just that morning.




“Grey, why didn’t you call the police as soon as Randy broke into your home? I mean, he was unconscious. We could have had him arrested in no time.” Grey seemed to mull over this, his features neutral. Naomi waited patiently for a response.

“I don’t really know. I was filled with panic. I thought that he had hurt you. I was disoriented. The last time we ran into him, he had taken off so fast, even after we called the police. He’s very strong….I thought that if we stayed in the house too long, he would regain consciousness and come after us again. Also, it gave us some time to get away from him, so he wouldn’t be able to follow this time.”



Naomi somewhat understood what Grey had said. She remembered the incident with Randy by the shed. After they had gone in to her home and called the police, Randy had disappeared. He then followed Grey to his house, and broken in and nearly killed her. By leaving Randy unconscious in the spare bedroom, Grey and Naomi could get away from the lunatic murderer.

She wondered how long they would have to hide from Randy. The man was obviously out of his mind – Naomi couldn’t fathom how the police hadn’t caught him in all these years. She hoped they put an end to it soon. She couldn’t live like this forever. As much as Grey was very kind in offering up his vacation property for them to stay at, they both had houses and their own lives to lead, without living in fear of Randy. She had to think about her child’s future – she couldn’t possibly have a baby and continue running from Randy, it just wasn’t possible. She knew Grey would protect her as long as he could, but she didn’t want it to be that way forever. She didn’t want it to be that way at all.

“There you are.” Naomi jumped at the low voice behind her. Turning, she saw Grey standing a couple feet behind her, hands in his jacket pockets, collar pulled up over his neck. The frosty wind tousled his dark hair.

“You surprised me. Here I am, thinking of Randy Hudson, and you come up and scare me half to death.”

“Sorry. Just wondering where you had gotten to.”

Grey walked with her down the expanse of beach, the pair of them lost in their own thoughts. It had been just over a week since they arrived at Grey’s cottage, and they were having to realize that they might be there for awhile. Neither of them wanted to risk returning to their homes, only to have Randy come across them again.

Grey was more than happy to provide for Naomi, even though she disliked him waiting on her all the time. She had grown used to depending solely on herself, that sometimes she would grow a little cranky when Grey would take it upon himself to do everything for her. She would read too much into it and think that Grey didn’t think her capable enough to make dinner, or help clean, or do anything for that matter.

She had eventually talked to him about it, and he listened to her patiently as she snapped at him. He knew that she wasn’t especially angry, and could see where she was coming from, though it was hard for him to let her do all the things she wished when she was so far along in her pregnancy. He helped her out of concern, and he expressed that to her. He didn’t think that she was unable to do anything, (which took quite some time in making her understand that) he just wanted to make sure that she didn’t overwork herself.

They eventually reached an agreement. Grey would try not to fuss too much over her, and Naomi would do everything within her limits, and would call on Grey if she required extra help. It was a little hard for Grey to go along with it, but he caved when Naomi gave him a steely glare. She wasn’t going to put up with any less.

“I guess this isn’t the month for people to be out vacationing.” Naomi murmured quietly, walking along with Grey. They seemed to be the only people around for miles. Grey laughed softly.

“No, not many people come up here in November. Not many people come up at all during the summer either.”

“Why? This place is gorgeous. If I owned property like this, I’d be up all the time.” Grey considered this.

“Well, most of the people that own these cabins are big corporate leaders. I imagine that they can’t book off enough vacation time to come up here and spend a lengthy holiday.”

“That’s too bad.”

They turned back towards Grey’s cabin when the air started to grow fairly cool. Naomi could feel her face and hands started to grow numb from the cold. As much as she thought the winter was pretty, with it’s sparkling snowflakes and the serene white landscape, she much preferred to observe the frozen season from indoors. She was not a fan of the cold.

Grey seemed to be a different story. His cheeks were tinged red, but he looked completely at peace with the weather. He wasn’t shivering and didn’t look uncomfortable at all.

They entered the cabin, Grey heading towards the fireplace to start up a fire. They figured out a couple days ago that a log fire warmed the cabin faster than the heaters, and since then they had had a fire burning in the hearth. It brought back good memories for Naomi, back when she was a child and it was a happier time. She would sit by the fire and sing Christmas carols, her father accompanying her terrible warbling on piano. Life hadn’t been that good for years. Not good at all. Her father had died from cancer when she was 16, and since then, her stepmother had been a terrible guardian. It was like she was waiting to unleash her evil until after her father had passed.

Naomi knew, in the back of her mind, that she was being a little harsh. Her stepmother wasn’t THAT terrible, though she had a habit of rubbing Naomi the wrong way. Her constant nagging, put-downs, and obvious disapproval of Naomi drew the pregnant woman up the wall.

She knew as soon as she found out that she was pregnant, her stepmother would look at her with distain for the rest of her life. The older woman was very much the ‘wait until marriage for sex’ kind of person, and her being pregnant was very much showcasing that she had done the deed. To make matters worse, she wasn’t even with her unborn child’s father anymore.

*I know she just loves that* Naomi thought sarcastically, Sunshine kicking in agreement.


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Randy had camped far enough away from Grey Holmes’ house as to not draw suspicion towards him. He had woken up in the quiet house, knowing immediately that the two adults had gotten away from him. He was filled with rage, tearing the house apart, trying to find some sign of where they disappeared to.

Police arrived a few hours later, and Randy had watched them comb the property. He had no need to hide who he was, uncaring of how many fingerprints he left behind. He had been able to go on in a murderous rampage for years, and they still hadn’t managed to put him behind bars yet.

After he finished with Naomi and Grey, he thought about ending his own life. After all, if the police ever found him, he’d be in jail until he died, or worse, he would be put on death row. He didn’t want someone else determining when he should die – he wanted to be in control of the entire situation.

That’s what pissed him off the most. He had gone in and murdered everyone in the convenience store, shortly after realizing that he missed one. This Naomi Lewis had a knack for just slipping out of his grasp. He could have done away with her neatly, but the bitch refused to die. She also dragged in the dark-haired man, Grey, so now he had to dispose of them both.

If he just knew where they went.

As much as he wanted to go about it as cleanly as possible, the two of them had disappeared into thin air, it seemed. He needed to find out where they went. He had taken Grey’s personal phone book from his work desk, hoping to find some answers there.

He had grinned maniacally when the phone number and address for Grey’s parents were listed. They would be able to give him an answer for sure. It was just too bad that Grey hadn’t thought about his family’s safety first before he selfishly took the pregnant bitch with him and ran.


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“You cheated.”

“I did not.”

“Grey, you’re a big cheater!”

“I am not!”

Naomi gave him a stern look from across the chessboard. She was certain that while she went to the kitchen, Grey had moved around some of the pieces to work in his favour. As much as he denied it, Naomi was not going to believe him.

“I don’t want to play anymore. Cheating takes all the fun out of the game.”

Grey rolled his eyes. Naomi just didn’t like that she was losing, he was sure of it. It was hard, trying to find ways to spend the afternoon. If he was at home, he would be working, visiting friends and family, or scoping out various galleries or shops in the city. Since leaving his home, he had to put his work on hold.

“Well, what do you want to do then? We don’t have a long list to pick from.” Grey said, and it was true. Alone together, miles from the city, and a good twenty minute drive from the nearest town, there wasn’t a lot to do to amuse themselves. Naomi huffed, leaning back into her seat.

“I don’t know anymore. I’m not one for making up great ideas. It was always a weakness of mine.” She stood, walking over to one of the windows in the cabin. Taking a seat on the window ledge, she looked on outside. It had begun to snow steadily, but not the big, fluffy flakes she loved. The snow was small and stung her skin, not at all pleasant. Leaning her head against the glass pane, the cold seeped into her skin.

Grey watched her as she peered at the window, mesmerized by the image. Finding a scrap piece of paper on the table, he began a rough sketch of Naomi. It wouldn’t capture the exact picture, but it would have the essence of it, and that was all that mattered to him. He could do a good copy later.

In thin pencil strokes, he lightly drew the lines of her face and hair, paying closer attention to the details of her face. He tried to get the exact look in her eye before moving on and filling in the details of her body. As if she knew what was happening, Naomi sat quietly by the window for some time, watching the ocean crash dangerously on the shore. The water looked angry, and she was sure that if she stepped outside, she would be chilled to the bone in a matter of seconds.

After awhile, Naomi realized that the cabin had grown very quiet. No radio was playing, Grey wasn’t walking around, making noise in the kitchen, and the fire had dimmed to embers. The silence was eerie.

She turned to look at Grey, who hadn’t moved from the table. He was drawing something, and that piqued her curiosity. Standing, she moved to stand at his shoulder, peering over to look at his picture. She was surprised to see that he had been drawing her, and that it was extremely accurate.

“Wow! You’re really good.” She exclaimed, examining the sketch. He leaned back a bit to give her a better look.

“Thanks. It just seemed like the perfect picture to draw. I would have liked to paint it, but I’m pretty sure the paints I left here last time I came have all dried.” He spoke softly. She smiled at him.

“I wish I had your gift.” He laughed. She could never grow tired of his deep chuckle.

“Well, it’s a gift that I’m happy to possess. I love the fact that I can make a living off of my art.” Naomi knew exactly what he meant. She sat with him, discussing his career and his talents, the two of them secure within Grey’s log cabin. The wind rustled through the trees, the biting snow whipping through the air.



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A/N: Thanks for reading. More to come soon! Please review! :)


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