Let It Be ((Closed))

[Mackenzie Holden]

"Trevor?" Mack pushed open the door to his bedroom slowly and quietly. She peered around the door into his dark and musty room. There was movement in the bed, and Mack stepped inside closing the door quietly behind her. She was about to climb onto the edge of his bed when the lump in it sat up and red hair cascaded around small shoulders. Mack's eyes grew wide, "Oh! I-I'm sorry!" The girl yawned and shook her head, pushing the blankets aside to stand from Trevor's bed. "Don't worry about it," her accent was American and Mack nearly winced at it, "if you're looking for Trev - he isn't in here. He stayed in the guest bedroom last night." At this, Mack looked startled, "He- he did?" The girl nodded and moved to an open suitcase by the closet, bending down and pulling out an outfit, "Yep, he's a gentleman. Will you tell him I'll be ready in an hour when you go and see him? Thanks." Mack couldn't say anything, so she nodded as the girl passed her into Trevor's adjoining bathroom. She took a moment to gather herself before turning and leaving Trevor's bedroom and heading down the hallway to the guest room.

Mack didn't know what she was having more trouble comprehending. The fact that there was a woman in Trevor's bed, or the fact that he hadn't stayed in the same bed as the woman had. Oddly enough, she found the latter rather comforting. Mack bit her lip at this and pushed open the door to the guest bedroom; half expecting to find another red head in this bed. There wasn't one, though. Just Trevor, snoring rather loudly. Mack smiled softly to herself and closed the door behind her before moving onto his bed and sitting down beside him, watching him. He groaned, feeling her weight on his bed; "Kenze...?" Mack looked amused a moment because he immediately thought it was her and not the other girl. She shifted so she was lying down on her side, facing him as he continued to talk, "There's something... something I should tell you..." Mack froze, wondering if he was awake or talking in his sleep - not sure which one she wanted most. Instead, she decided to keep quiet; willing him to continue, "I lied to you, Mack, a lot. I know, I know you know that I lied - you're clever that way - but I feel like I should tell you just how much I lied to you."

He turned and looked up at her, his blue eyes wide open and staring into Mack's. So, he was awake. Mack didn't say anything, so he continued; "The Hanners... Mack... they aren't real. I mean, they are, but they weren't magical and they couldn't have kids. I... I don't know why I went through with that scheme, it's what I do, I guess. I ruin people's lives. I make them miserable. Madilyn, if she had existed, wouldn't have loved me..." His eyes dimmed, dismal and gray. Mack frowned slightly and reached over, brushing his hair out of his dark eyes. He leaned into her touch and then sighed, "And... I didn't get beat up because I was gambling..." Mack stared at him now. This was something new to her. The Hanner thing she knew about. This she did not, "What do you mean?" Trevor took her hand and kissed the knuckles of it before sitting up slightly. "You met Joselyn, right? In my room?" Mack nodded, watching him and listening intently. "I got beat up because... because of her. She's the sister of this bad guy who I dated... for two years. She left a couple of months before our parents got married, and then she came back and, well, I didn't want anything to do with her." He looked at her meaningfully, and Mack looked away quickly as he continued on; "She got upset with me, and she told her brother. You know the rest..."

Mack breathed in deeply, "So... why is she in your bathroom, showering, and telling me to tell you that she'll be ready in an hour -right at this moment?" Trevor chuckled and Mack wondered if he could see something in her eyes that he didn't want her to see. "She showed up at the door last night, suitcase and all; telling me her brother kicked her out and she didn't know where to go. I let her stay in my room for the night, I'm supposed to take her to the airport." "Oh..." Mack said dumbly, "So... you didn't... you two didn't...?" "Christ, no! No, no, no! I showed her my room, bid her goodnight, and came in here. I actually... stopped at your door first, but you were silent inside so I didn't bother to see if you were awake." Mack smiled softly and was about to reply to him when the door opened to reveal Joselyn in Trevor's black bathrobe and running a towel over her red hair. She stopped in the doorway, seeing the two of them on his bed, and raised her eyebrows. Mack gave Trevor a quick look before moving from the bed and straightening her jacket, "I guess I'll see you when you get home, then?" she asked Trevor politely. He nodded, "Yep." "Ok... good... good... nice to meet you," Mack grinned politely at Joselyn and then slipped past her into the hallway, trying to control the bright smile that was threatening to break over her face.

[Mackenzie Holden]

"Oh, thank God!" Mack threw her arms around Trevor's neck the moment he was out of his car. He stumbled backward a little, his eyes wide with surprise, but had no hesitation in wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Hey, not that I don't love being tackled like this, love, but what's wrong?" Mack didn't let go of him, she strengthened her hold on him actually, and started to shake slightly. Then, just as he was about to ask her what was wrong again, the door to the manor flew open and Pam marched out, carrying suitcases in both hands with three more flying behind her. Hank ran out after her, shouting things at her. Trevor understood immediately, he left one arm around Mack's waist and lead her to the passenger side of the car - hurrying to open the door for her and then making his way back over to the driver's side. He buckled his seat belt and turned the car on, speeding out of the driveway without a backward glance at the manor and their fighting parents. They drove in silence, Mack tapping her finger on the side of the door, and Trevor gritting his teeth as he drove away.

Finally, after they were at least thirty minutes away from the manor, Mack broke the silence; "They started arguing around noon," she told him quietly.

Trevor nodded, "Any idea about what?"

"Yeah. They weren't trying to keep it a secret. My mum's tired of being treated like she doesn't matter to your dad. She's accusing him of being too busy for her and he's saying he wouldn't have to be so busy if she didn't drive him up a wall whenever they were together. It's the usual stuff with my mum, but you know, for once I thought it might actually work," at this Mack shrugged and looked to her right at Trevor, "Was that insane? I mean, to think that?"

Trevor shook his head and looked at her fleetingly before turning off an exit to enter the city, "No, I thought it'd work out with my dad, too. I'd never seen him so happy as he was those first couple of months. My dad just has commitment issues."

Mack tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked out the window as sky scrapers came into view, "Yeah, so does my mum." They relapsed into the silence that had consumed them before, as they headed into the city. Then the question that had been in both of their heads for the past five minutes came out, "Where are we going to stay tonight, Trev? I don't want to go back home..."

Trevor smirked, "I know. We can stay at a hotel, if you don't mind, that is."

"Nope, no, I'm fine with it." And she was, which was odd because Mack hated hotels. She had her fair share of them when she was on tour. Well, those were really motels - considering they didn't have money to spend on nice hotels for the tour. She knew that Trevor wouldn't go for anything less than the best, though, because that was who he was and how he was raised. Mack was fairly certain he hadn't ever been any generic kind of food, any rip off designer clothing, or anything of the sort that wasn't genuine and pricey. Mack smirked at this. He was more spoiled than he let on, and that was amusing. Trevor turned into a parking lot, and Mack looked up to see a huge store. She looked over at Trevor who shrugged and found a parking spot.

"We don't have enough money for a hotel room and a dinner, so we're going to buy some food and I'm going to cook for you."

"You're going to cook?" Mack unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car at the same time Trevor did.

"Yes, I can cook, you know."

"No, I didn't know. This should be interesting." Trevor grinned and placed a hand on the small of her back as the crossed the intersection to the entrance of the store. They spent twenty minutes in the store, Trevor not letting Mack see what he was getting, and then they were looking for a hotel. They checked into a room with double full sized beds and Trevor began to cook when Mack's phone rang. Because he's frozen under an ocean of ice. He lets me walk there, under his moon at night. He's frozen, he shields my eyes from the sun; he's frozen, the great believer; his ice age is melted away. Mack reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her cell phone, and then answered it. "'Lo?" Immediately there was a wail from the other end and she held the phone away from her ear. Trevor sent her a startled look and quit stirring whatever he had been stirring. "Mum, calm down... what...? Oh, okay, yeah we're fine... alright, love you too, 'bye." Mack hung up and looked at the phone in her hands before looking over at Trevor. "He's filing for divorce..."

[Mackenzie Holden]

Mack signed her name to the letter and folded up the parchment with a sigh. Trevor looked over her shoulder, his chin resting on it, and smirked, "How is Ditzy anyway?" he asked in his usual leering tone of voice. Mack scowled and sent the letter off into the night sky before turning around to look at her soon to be ex-step-brother. He was just out of the shower, so his normally light blonde hair looked to be a light brown instead because of the water. He wore pajama bottoms and an old t-shirt that Mack had seen him in plenty of times. His blue eyes seemed to light up out the agitation she wore on her face.

"I wish you wouldn't call her that. Dixie's good from what I hear," Mack moved past him to the bed she would be sleeping in that held the small bag of clothes that Trevor had went back to get. She was glad she had thought of making up the list of things she needed. She was certain Trevor wouldn't have thought of the things she kept in her mini travel kit. Mack pulled the kit out of the bad and some clothes before taking her turn in the shower. She let the steam roll over her and let the water melt her body. After about ten minutes, she was done and emerged from the bathroom fully dressed.

Trevor appeared to be cleaning up the room when Mack entered, and she stopped in confusion, "Are we going somewhere?"

"Yeah, we've been kicked out. A family of six with a whole load of money persuaded the hotel manager to switch our rooms." Trevor tossed the pillow onto the bed.

"But... why?" Mack asked as she piled things into her bag.

"They need the double beds," he replied simply. Mack stood in silence, busying herself with packing. They were both thinking the same thing. They had to share a bad - and if the tabloids got a hold of this, they'd have a field day. The kiss was one thing. Sharing a bed was another. That would be as good as saying they were something other than step-siblings. Soon to be ex-step-siblings, Mack reminded herself as she slung the bag of her belongings over her shoulder. Together they rushed out of the room down to the lobby. The family of six was waiting in the sitting area and Mack and Trevor were soon told to do the same. Mack sank into a chair and Trevor stood behind her, leaning on the back of it.

The group of hotel customers all waited in silence for a bit. Mack was growing uneasy because the smallest child had been staring at her the whole time. And then, slowly, she took a timid step toward Mack with a magazine outstretched in front of her. Mack looked at the girl and smiled, kneeling down in front of her, "Hey there, cutie, how're you tonight?" The little girl squeaked out a "good" and then asked her to sign her magazine. Mack smiled and jotted down a quick note and signed it 'Rock on! Mackenzie Holden.' The little girl squealed with delight and hugged Mack just as the manager came to announce that their rooms were ready. The family of six quickly left, the little girl chattering excitedly, and Mack stood from her spot on the floor.

"I never realized how famous you are," Trevor said with a smirk. Mack crossed her arms and stare wide eyed.

"Yeah, neither did I, it was my first autograph..." Mack grinned and lead the way to their new room, her overnight bag being carried by the manager. They got settled into the room, and immediately Trevor set off to start cooking again as Mack explored the tiny room. She had to think of something. There was no way that sharing a bed with Trevor was going to happen. She'd sleep on the floor if she had to, which she very well might.

"Rock star," Trevor greeted as he handed her a plate of food, everyone seemed to be calling her 'rock star' lately. "Buen provecho," he told her with his charming smile and sank down into the chair beside her at the table. Mack peered at the food and cracked a smile.

"Mac 'n' cheese?"

"No, no," Trevor corrected her, spooning some of the cheesy noodles into his mouth, "Mack with a K and cheese. My specialty." Mack laughed and took a bite, feeling something bubble inside her. Something she didn't know she could feel. Was it happiness? Security? What? It was unfamiliar to her and it shocked her. Regardless of what the feeling was, Mack smiled softly to herself and continued to eat in silence as Trevor rambled on about Joselyn, the girl who had been in his bed earlier that morning, and about how she had wanted him to go with her to the States and about how he refused. Mack looked up at this. Trevor refusing to go with a girl as gorgeous as Joselyn had been was unthinkable and Mack found herself asking why. Trevor shrugged and stood from the table, taking his dishes with him to the tiny kitchenette. "My heart wasn't in it, is all. You and everyone else think I don't have a heart, but I do and I do listen to it..." Mack stood as well, handing him her plate and leaning against the counter as he continued to talk. "She didn't like the fact that I turned her down. But I couldn't go with her if my heart would remain here with someone else." He busied himself with washing the dishes and Mack tilted her head in curiosity.

"Someone else, Trev?" Trevor shrugged again and handed her the wet plate so she could dry it. Mack looked into his eyes as she reached for the dish and dried it with a hand towel. Trevor smiled and returned to the dish washing as Mack dried. After a moment of silence, Mack nudged him with her elbow; "I'm glad you didn't go," she told him with a flicker of a smile, "It might be for selfish reasons, but I'm glad you said no. I wouldn't have lasted if you hadn't shown up when you did." She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, and then finished drying the dish before leaving the area and collapsing on the bed. Trevor stared down at his shaking hands, taking a deep breath, and whispering, "I came back because of you..."

((Buen provecho - it's kinda like the equivalent of bon appetite. Meaning have a good meal, etc.))