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Overprotective Six

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Overprotective
Six


It was around six-thirty that I was inwardly cursing myself for being such a girl.  Yeah, I talked a good game when it came to Ronan, sending him my 'sass' message about being there at seven without responding and demanding answers... but when it came down to it... I was still nervous as hell.  And I swear, I was taking more time figuring out what to wear when it came to just meeting him at the diner, than I did getting ready to go on a date with Luke.

What do you wear when you're going to meet a guy who's almost sixty-foot tall, can make a black t-shirt look like an Armani suit and pierces you soul with near black eyes.  Everything about Ronan was so dark and scary save for his voice.  I swallowed hard.  His voice.  It was the one thing about Ronan I just didn't understand.  Despite his scary appearance and his amazing biceps, his voice sounded warm.  It would wash over me like a chocolate fountain and I wondered what it would sound like if he said something nice to me once in a while.

I never meant to hurt you.

I blushed while standing on the bed, thinking about those words.  They had almost been my undoing and just thinking about them was making me embarrassed.  Damn him and that voice!  Why couldn't he sound gruff and mean like his looks implied?  Why did it have to sound that despite WHAT he was saying, he was making an effort to soften his words?  It drove me crazy and I had only interacted with him once!  What the hell was my deal?

After settling on a black pair of skinny jeans, a lose black and white striped halter top, red cropped sweater and flats, I tried to imagine how he would react.  There was no point for humans to wear heels when going on a date with a giant...

What am I saying??  This wasn't a date.

Not a date.  Not a date.  Not a date.

So why was I more nervous now than when Luke was on his way?

I shook my head hard.  This wasn't about a date.  This was about getting answers.  Figuring out what the hell was up with Luke and why Ronan told me he lied.  My immediate thought was that he lied about liking me.  Maybe he did.  Maybe he finally wanted to come clean about it.

I guess I was cool with that.

I frowned.  Ugh... I was entirely too cool with that.

Climbing down the ladder from my bed, I figured it was finally time to go and put a stop to this inner-turmoil.  If Ronan wanted to admit he was lying about his story, fine.  If he wanted to admit he was lying about watching me, fine.  If he wanted to explain to me what my dad already told me, I would be patient and listen.

And I would not get caught up in way his voice sounded.

And I would certainly not get caught up in the way his arm muscles flexed.

And I damn certainly would not get caught up in thinking about his hands and what it would be like if he actually did act on one of his threats and picked me up without asking!

No, no, no!

“You're heading out?” Garrett's voice came from his favorite chair in the living room.  He was sitting up straight with another cup of coffee between his hands.

“It's a little late for that, don't you think?” I teased as I walked closer.

“I don't want to fall asleep until you get back.”  He looked down at the mug with a sheepish expression.

“Garrett... you don't have to do that...”

“Your mom would have done the same thing, wouldn't she?” he asked, smiling slightly.

I had to smile back.  “You're... you're right.  She would.

“And this isn't a date, correct?”

“Correct,” I said, more for my benefit than for Garrett's.  I was the one who needed to convince myself this wasn't a date.  This was a time for collecting facts.  But something still weighed on my mind.  “Garrett... can I ask you something before I go?”

“You can ask me anything, sweetheart.”  He smiled and leaned forward a bit in his chair.  “What's going on?”

“You're a reader, right?  You can read minds of other giants?”

He looked a bit embarrassed, but nodded.

“Does that mean you know if other giants are specials?”

“Uh...” he frowned and looked away.

“Be honest with me, Garrett.  You always have been.”

“I guess... I guess you could say that,” he muttered.

“And Luke...”

“Luke...”

“Garrett, please,” I said.  “Is he a special too?  You said he must have searched the memories of people at school to learn something about me.”

He frowned.  “You caught that, huh?”

“Garrett.”

“Luke is also a reader... but I think he's a different type,” Garrett explained as he took another sip from his mug.  “I can read what is going on currently but he... he can search memories.”

“Memories?” I croaked out.  “Like things people aren't even thinking about, but are just stored in their mind?

He nodded again.  “Once again, a very powerful gift.  I wouldn't be surprised if Luke was keeping his under wraps as well.  It's... it's borderline dangerous to be able to search the memories of others.  It's... it's not something I would wish on anyone.”

“So in order to find a story about me, there's a chance Luke searched the minds of kids at school to learn about me?”  I swallowed hard as the evidence against Luke's innocence continued to build.  “Only giants?”

“Only giants as far as I know,” Garrett went on.  “I can't read your mind.  I couldn't read your mothers.”  He tried to smile.  “It probably would have been helpful once in a while.”

“And you know for sure?” I asked, trying to get him to focus.  “That memory... what Luke said...”

“Unless he's a very skilled blocker and reader... I can say pretty confidently that it wasn't his.  I'm sorry...”

“Don't be,” I whispered.  “Like I said... I'll talk to him on Monday.”

“You're not giving up on him?” my father asked hopefully as I started to walk away.  I heard his steps rumble behind me as he followed me to my tiny door.  “I think you should be careful...”

“I refuse to believe that Luke is just some ass who thinks humans are simple creatures,” I hissed.  And then I remembered... I hadn't mentioned this part to Garrett.  Worried eyes trailed up the massive columns of his legs, to his chest all the way to his worried face.  He set down his mug on the counter and it rung loudly in my ears.

“What... what did you say?  What did that Luke boy say—”

“Garrett, it's nothing,” I stammered, turning away and starting to walk back towards the door.  I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when brown loafer slammed down in front of me, blocking my exit.  I stumbled away backwards, practically tumbling over his shoe before steadying myself and looking up at Garrett.  A 90 degree angle is hard on the neck – especially when dealing with a concerned parent.  “Garrett... seriously.  I'm taking care of it...”

“Taking care of what, exactly?” he asked, arching a brow.  He quickly fell to one knee as he realized having a conversation at this was too damn daunting for the both of us.  “Who... when... Luke said that humans are simple creatures?”

I frowned.

“I'm not letting you leave until you tell me the truth, Maya.  And this isn't a giant thing.  This is a parent thing.  What's going on?”

“There's a rumor going around that he thinks humans are simple, okay?” I said.  “I told you.  I'm going to get to the bottom of this.”

“Who told you that?” he asked.  His voice was low and gravely.  It was hard not to be a little scared of him, cloaked in his worried shadow and surrounded by his presence.  I swallowed hard and willed myself not to be frightened of him.  This was Garrett.  My dad.  My mom's husband.  I loved him.  He was my dad.  “Maya...”

“Come on, dad,” I muttered, trembling only slightly as he leaned forward.  “You... you're kinda scaring me now.  Can you like... back up a little?  And turn down the intensity?”  I snuck a cautious look up at him and realized his face had changed completely.  He was back to the Garrett I knew.  The easy going, if not slightly overbearing parent.

“I'm... I'm scaring you?” he croaked out.

“Just a little,” I muttered, embarrassed to admit it.  “You're like... everywhere.  And you're scaring me a little.  Just a little!  I just need... a little space.”

He quickly flung himself away a few feet.  “I'm... I'm sorry,” he muttered.  “I sometimes forget... Oh God...”

“It's not a big deal,” I said, trying to meet his eyes again.  “I didn't mean to...”

“I'm sorry,” he said again.  “I just... when you said that this boy thought humans were simple creatures, I couldn't control myself.  I forgot how it must be for you...” he frowned, “... your mother would get scared sometimes when I was upset about something.  I never wanted to scare you.”

“It's cool,” I said, going to check my watch.  Quarter of.  “I should...” I trailed off, looking up at Garrett.  He looked crestfallen.  I could spare a few minutes.  “Garrett, it's fine.  It's just... it's natural, you know?”

He nodded, still looking sad.

“Oh come on, Garrett,” I said, running up to his hand resting on the tile and giving his knuckle a hard rub.  “It's... it happens.  Humans... it's hard not to be scared sometimes.  And you just got that super intense look on your face...”

“Humans are not simple creatures,” he said, searching my eyes.  “Not to me.  You and your mother...” he inhaled and exhaled.  “Are complex and kind and forgiving.  Your mother...”

“Garrett stop...”

“She was the most beautiful, interesting, challenging and amazing woman I've ever met.  And you're her daughter.  You're so much like her.  So when I hear some racist idiot calling humans simple creatures...it just stirs something up in me.  I get so angry.”  His eyes flickered down to mine, smiling softly as I continued to offer him comfort in the only way I could from this low to the ground.  “Humans are amazing,” he muttered.  “You and your mother, especially.”

“I know how you feel about mom, Garrett,” I said.  “And don't worry about it, okay?”

“So you're not scared of me?”

“Garrett, there's always going to be some part of me that's scared of you.”  He winced slightly.  “But even if you were a human, I'd still be a little scared.  You're my dad.  I love you.  And I want to be a good daughter, okay?  I don't ever want to disappoint you so this is why I want to handle things on my own.  Can you get that?”

He nodded slowly.  “I want you to be careful.”

“I will be.”  I pulled my hand off his knuckle and he started to lean back slightly.

“Call me if anything seems... out of place.”

“I will, Garrett,” I said with a chuckle as he watched me head back towards the door again.

“Maya.”

“Garrett?” I turned around.

“You... I couldn't ask for a better daughter.  Giant or not.”

I gave him a salute as I pulled the door open with my free hand.  “The same goes for you, dad.”

He flushed.

Dammit... having a giant for a dad was tough sometimes, but ten kinds of awesome for another.  

Now that I had settled down one giant, it was finally time to take on another.  It was hard not to feel nervous as the crisp evening air, hit my skin.  Now that it was darker, I kept to the human designated sidewalks.  I was brave, but I wasn't stupid.  Being a few extra feet off the ground and near a wall made all the difference at night and I certainly didn't want to find myself trampled by a drunken giants sneaker because of my pride.

I swallowed hard as the diner came into sight, the artificial lights blazing brightly.  I could see several younger giants yelling and laughing loudly before they went to go sit down.  The crowd parted and there he was.

Ronan.

He was leaning up against the brick wall of the diner with one booted foot kicked up behind him and his arms were crossed.  His jeans were almost as dark as mine and clung to his magnificent body, even in profile.  I caught a glimpse of the glimmer on his belt buckle, the silver shine in complete  contrast to the rest of his dark attire.  Despite the chill in the air, he was still wearing only a black Henley undershirt and the sleeves were rolled up to his forearms.  Even in the dark, even though they were covered, I could see his muscles twitch as he looked around the ground.  Several humans scampered past his feet nervously, but he only spared them a moments glance before averting his attention elsewhere.

Was... was he looking for me?

I tried not to smile as his dark eyes continued to scan the crowds at his feet and he ran a large hand through his buzz-cut hair.  The rings on his thick fingers also shimmered under the diner's light and it was hard not to lick my lips as I continued my approach, catching a glimpse of the scruff on his square jaw.  He checked his watch.

Ten after seven.

I was late.  Sort of.

I wondered if he cared.

His obvious impatience made me smile.

He wanted to see me.

You're here for answers, I had to keep reminding myself.

And then his eyes found me approaching on the human sidewalk.  He un-crossed his arms, and those dark eyes flickered with something I didn't want to even consider because it would be my undoing.

He looked pleased.

“You came,” he said, his warm voice washing over me as he lowered his foot from the wall.  

People turned their heads to see who he was talking to.  I felt the attention come like... well... like a sixty-foot giant headed my way with a peculiar expression.  

“You must really want your answers.  Damn... I have to say.  I like when you get bossy with me.  You really are brave, aren't you?”  His smile grew wider as he smoothed out his Henley over his jeans.  He glanced over his shoulder and then back at me.

I felt undone.  Exposed.

“We should head inside now if we want to get a table,” he continued with that easy-going grin that was going to be my un-doing.  “You want a lift?”  His hand hovered towards me, silver bands flashing.  Several people on the human sidewalk, quickly shuffled away, but others looked curious.  I swallowed hard.

“I... uh... I think I'll stick to the sidewalk,” I said, all bouts of confidence gone from my voice as that hand came close.  It smelled like masculinity and lavender at the same time.  “I... I can meet you inside at our table.”

“Our table?” he repeated, smirking.  “I like the sound of that.”  His fingers curled up into a loose fist and he pulled his hand away.  “As you wish,” he said, turning away and heading towards the giant door.  “I'll give them your name and I'll meet you in there.”  

His back turned before I had a chance to answer.

Answers.

I had to keep saying this to myself so I could focus on my questions and not the fact that his shirt clung to his broad shoulders as he moved.

Answers.

Don't focus on his lips giving your name to the hostess.  That's not good.

Answers.

Don't focus on the fact that he's sitting at a co-ed table.  Waiting for you.

Answers.

I straightened my shoulders and headed towards the human entrance.

This was going to be difficult.
Oh man... Ronan.  Why are you in my head cannon?  I should be writing other things... but your story with Maya and Garrett, begs to be told.  Haha... hope you guys enjoy this!
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Well This story is actually amazing.