The sun that had been high and bright in the sky was slowly sliding further and further west casting the black impala in the dark shadow of the mountain they were currently climbing up.  The silence was only broken by the sounds of old rock and the quick switches of cassettes. Taylor had almost drifted back to sleep with his head propped on his fist when the scream ripped through the car.<br/><br/>Xander had thought he heard Meko wake and ask for his captain but had written it off as tiredness. He wasnâ€™t expecting the teenager to wake up for at least another couple of hours. The scream that ripped through the silence caused Xander to jerk and the car swerved out of the thin lane and into the other just as head lights came into view. â€œShit!â€ Xander exclaimed bringing the car quickly back into the correct lane and looking through the rearview mirror.<br/><br/>Taylor grabbed onto the door and threw his other hand out to brace onto the dash when the car jolted to the side. His heart jumped a little as Xander righted the car and brought it far too close to rock wall on his side. â€œJesus Christ.â€ He whispered as he slowed his heart rate enough to release his death grip on the door and dash.<br/><br/>â€œShut him up.â€ Xander jerked his head to the back and returned his eyes to the road mumbling something about disturbing the peace and almost causing them to wreck. Despite his harsh sounding order he really didnâ€™t blame the kid. He half figured when Meko woke up heâ€™d enter break down mode. The exact same thing happened to him the first time. Of course, heâ€™d been a lone when he had his panic attack so there were no witnessâ€™.<br/><br/>Taylorâ€™s bones groaned and popped as he carefully maneuvered himself back to where Meko was. â€œYou couldnâ€™t have found a bigger car?â€ Taylor snapped in anger, anger towards the people who caused this, anger towards himself for not being able to stop it, and anger at Xander for being such a dick.<br/>â€œYeah, because I have a fucking limo somewhere. Dick.â€ Xander growled back as he glanced through the rearview mirror at the kid. The moment he realized he was worried about the fae he turned the music up as if to drown out the cries.<br/><br/>â€œMeko.â€ Taylor said as he shifted Meko around so he could have a place to sit on the edge of the seat. He patted the boys shoulder awkwardly as he looked around. He had no idea what he was doing. He had never had to soothe anyone before in his life. â€œItâ€™s okay now.â€ Taylor paused again as he decided that maybe having a firm but not hard grip on Mekoâ€™s arm would help. â€œThey canâ€™t touch you anymore.â€<br/><br/>Xander snickered in the front seat as he slowed and took a gravel road, the engine whining as it turned from a semi level road to a steep hill. â€œYouâ€™re doing wonderful baby brother. Stop coddling the kid.â€ The sarcastic comment was aimed at Taylor like a spike drenched in poison. â€œShut up Xander.â€ Taylor snarled as he caught his brotherâ€™s darker eyes in the mirror.<br/><br/>â€œI know it hurts. It hurts like fucking hell. It feels like you are burning inside and someone is trying remove every part of you all at once.â€ Taylor said the first thing that came to mind and winced at the sound of it. It was far too late to stop the train of thought now so Taylor soldiered on. â€œItâ€™s going to hurt for a while. Its ghost pains though. The pain isnâ€™t there anymore. I am. My hand, that is real feeling.â€ He flexed his grip on Mekoâ€™s arm in an effort to focus that genius brain on something other than the searing pain.