Winnie's hands moved at a speed beyond natural, having shredded through two charcoal pencils in less than an hour. Pages upon pages of utter madness.

And none of it made sense.

"Win?"

The brunette continued on, barely hearing the voice from the bed as she was sprawled out on the floor. Her fingers had gone numb, her entire hand white from pressure.

Isaac, having spent most of his time hidden out with Winnie, climbed off the bed and picked up Winnie by the waist.

Winnie let go of her pencil, only groaning in complaint without a fight against him. She laughed as she was dropped onto the mattress, "Come on, I was drawing."

"You were driving yourself crazy, Win," said Isaac as he pinned her to the bed. He hovered over Winnie, memorizing the features of her face. "You can take a break."

Winnie reached up, lightly running her fingers along his cheekbone. "Derek's not going to be mad at you, will he? I've seen you more this week than he has in two."

Isaac shook his head, "I don't care."

A smile grew on Winnie, "I don't mind the sound of that." She ran a hand through his hair, softly pulling him down to her by his curls.

Without resisting, Isaac pressed his lips to hers.

Minutes seemed like seconds, Winnie pulling away with a plan.

"Wait, Isaac."

"What?" He jumped to conclusions, "Am I hurting you?"

"No," Winnie laughed, "get up, I have an idea."

With curious eyes, Isaac moved off of her, sitting on the edge of her bed as she went across her room. "What are you doing?"

"You'll see," she replied with a smile. "Take off your shirt."

"Yes ma'am," Isaac jokingly said as he pulled his tshirt over his head.

Winnie brought over a small basket of paints, a palette and a brush. She set a cup of water on the nightstand, creation radiating off of her. "Lay down."

Although he laughed, he did it anyway. He rested his head back on one of the fluffy pillows, using his hands behind him as a prop. "What's the canvas?"

"You." Winnie set her paints on the bed, straddling Isaac's waist.

"Hang on," Isaac objected as he put up a finger. "You don't want to get paint on your shirt."

Winnie tried not to laugh, putting her paintbrush down before pulling off her top.

"Much better," he mused with a grin.

Uncapping a blue paint, she dabbed the ocean shade onto her brush. "Stay still."

Isaac, however, shivered as the first stroke went onto his lower abdomen. He chuckled at the look she gave him, "It's cold."

"Don't be a baby, Lahey." Winnie's hair fell in waves down her chest in an artistic manner, still managing not to get in her way. She began in with sunset colors on Isaac's upper chest, detailing it just like she would any canvas.

While Winnie was getting distracted in the art, Isaac was getting lost in the details of her.

The hint of sun on her skin, the definnition of her collarbones and the amythest gems in her bellybutton ring. Her swimming showed, visible lifts where her biceps were even when she wasn't flexing.

Everything about her was alarmingly stunning, but it didn't compare to her personality.

"Isaac, are you even listening?"

Isaac blinked a few times, "What?"

"I'm done," she repeated as she set her paintbrush in the water cup. Once streaked with charcoal, her fingers were covered in various hues of paint as well. She picked up her phone, Isaac covering his face as she took the picture.

Winnie climbed off of Isaac, still topless with a lilac bra on. She put her paints away, motioning for Isaac to get up. "I want you to see it."

Isaac stood, careful not to ruin the masterpiece she'd done. He took Winnie's hand, letting her pull him to the large vanity mirror. He grinned, seeing a beach sunset on his body, "It's amazing, Win."

Winnie, standing in nike shorts and a cute bra, came up behind him and put her arms around his waist, careful not to disturb the art.

"Where is it?" he asked, putting his arms back around her, idly resting his hands on her bare sides.

"Huntington Beach, I think," Winnie replied while resting her forehead on Isaac's tan back.

"We should go some time," offered Isaac with a smile.

"I'd like that," she said as she looked at their reflections. "Getting away from Beacon might be a good idea."

"I'm serious," Isaac watched her through the mirror, "we should. When everything calms down."

Winnie tried not to scoff, not wanting to ruin the moment. "When will things ever calm down?"

"Eventually," Isaac practically promised. "It'll happen, Win." He sighed, knowing that Winnie wasn't convinced. "How about for now, we start with a trip to the park? Simple swings, fresh air. How's that sound?"

"Sounds like you've got a chest full of paint and are a fugitive," Winnie commented with half a smirk as he turned around while keeping his hands on her sides. "Cabin fever?"

"Maybe a little," he admitted with a soft shrug. "What do you think?"

"Go take a shower, then we'll go." Winnie gave his shoulders a soft push to send him on his way.

Isaac quickly kissed her, hesitating before going into the en suite.

Winnie bit her tongue, running a hand through her hair as she lightly shook her head. She picked up her sketchbook off the floor as Isaac turned the water on in the other room.

A door loudly shut below, a voice soon following. "Winnie?"

"Shit," the brunette mumbled. She quickly grabbed Isaac's shirt from her bed and threw it into her hamper. She opened the door of the en suite and shut it behind her, Isaac about to take off his boxers.

Isaac's thumb was under his waistband, raising his eyebrows at Winnie. "I didn't know you wanted to join me."

"Shut up and get in the shower," Winnie whispered as she pulled back the curtain. "My dad's home." She stepped over the ledge, dragging Isaac in with her and sliding the curtain closed.

Just as Isaac was about to say something as his hair got drenched and the paint started coming off his skin, Winnie went up on her tiptoes and covered his mouth with a cupped hand.

A knock sounded on the door, Aaron's voice muffled. "Win?"

"Yeah?" she called in question over the running water that was hitting her face.

Aaron cracked the door open only so he could hear her better, "Argent wants you to call when you can."

Winnie let go of Isaac, poking her head out of the curtain as if she really were showering. "Sure, I will when I'm done."

"Oh, and your mother keeps asking when we're going back so I imagine we ought to talk about that. How about dinner tomorrow?"

"Championships," Winnie replied. "How about breakfast before the game? Stella's?"

Only in the room with a hand on the door, Aaron agreed. "Sure thing, kid. I'm going out in a little so if you don't see me, I'll be back around 10."

"Alright, no problem. I'll order pizza or something." Winnie waited until Aaron was gone, trying not ot laugh as she let go of the curtain and looked back to Isaac.

He was grinning like a maniac, practically having been holding his breath while Aaron was in the room. "Holy shit."

"I can't believe that just happened," Winnie mumbled as she covered her face for a moment.

"To be fair, I'm not complaining," said Isaac as he glanced down.

Winnie rolled her eyes despite smiling, not letting him pull her in. "Get the rest of that paint off, weirdo." She climbed out of the shower, her shorts and bra now drenched. Winnie grabbed a towel while leaving one out for Isaac, trading the en suite for her closet.

She changed quickly into fresh jeans and a long sleeve grey top that fit nicely. She ruffled her damp hair, leaving her room barefoot to see if Pete or Jake had left any clothes behind. Finding a maroon top and a clean pair of boxers, she put them on the towel for Isaac while the water still ran.

Winnie sat on her bed, lacing up a pair of boots before picking up her sketchbook. She skimmed through the pages, idly running a thumb along her lips as she looked over the drawings.

The water squeaked off moments later, Isaac surfacing after a few minutes in the new clothes with curly wet hair. He say down next to her, reclining back on his elbows. He reached over, absently playing with her hair. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," Winnie replied softly as she closed her sketchbook.

"Tired of what?" he questioned as he twirled a lock of her hair around his finger.

Winnie looked a little puzzled, "I don't really know."

"How about we go to the park then? Maybe a distraction could be good." Isaac sat up, brushing hair from her face, "What do you think? We could stay in if you want."

"No, we should go out," Winnie said as she set her book to the side. She stood up, holding out her hands to him. "Are you opposed to going out the window? Since my dad's home I think getting out the front door might be hard."

"No problem," Isaac agreed with a half smile, kissing her on the cheek before putting on the shoes that were hidden under the bed.

As Winnie pulled on a light jacket, Isaac was already out the window and running across the roof in broad daylight.

She laughed to herself, pocketing the new phone she'd gotten after Matt put a bullet through hers before heading downstairs. "I'm going out!" she called over her shoulder in case Aaron was still home, shutting the door behind her.

Isaac waited by the mailbox casually, holding out his hand to her as she got closer. "I could be a spy, you know," he thoughtfully said.

"An X-Men, maybe," Winnie noted in reply.

"Would that make Derek Professor Xavier?" asked Isaac with half a grin as they headed towards the Preserve.

Winnie laughed, imagining Derek bald and in a wheel chair. "Oh god, I hope not."

"How do you even join the X-Men?"

"If it were real," said Winnie, "I imagine they would find you."

"Sounds like Derek to me. That's how he did it."

Winnie spun under Isaac's arm absently as they headed to the woods, still grinning. "Maybe you're an X-Men already. Did Derek give you matching unitards, because that would be a for sure sign."

"Oh definitely," Isaac agreed sarcastically. "We wear them under all out clothes."

Just as Winnie was about to give the best comeback of the century as they hit the edge of the Preserve, she stumbled backwards to her right.

She hadn't even heard the sound.

Winnie's eyebrows narrowed, looking down to her right as the green on her bicep started to stain red. Part of the jacket's fabric was missing, skin torn and bloody.

"Win?" Isaac softly asked with big eyes, his ears still slightly ringing.

Patches started to totter in Winnie's eyes, the unable to register anything as she heavily sat down.

Isaac was about to move to her when a reload sounded behind him. He turned over his shoulder, his heart racing.

One of Argent's men stood with a .380 auto in hand, still warm from his last shot. "Next one goes through her head."