Fingers danced skillfully across a keyboard, the words on the screen continuing to populate at an impressive rate. It was why she was given this mundane task, she got it done the quickest of her peers. She scoffed, her peers...no one in this damn building could even wish to be her peer. Adding a period, and a clicking the print button she waited for the machine to spit out the several pages of documents, applied her signature, Maleficent D. Winger.

She tucked a loose strand of black hair behind her ear, she slowly stood, gathered the paperwork and her briefcase and made her way out of her office. She dropped the stack on the center of her secretary's desk, smirking slightly at the sound of the indignant huff from the man behind the desk.

"Really, now? Not even a 'Here, Diaval, you gorgeous man, you're a godsend'? I swear..." He grumbled as he shuffled the sheets of paper, making sure they were in order as his employer waited for the elevator to come.

"Gorgeous? Diaval, you aremany things, gorgeous is not one of them." As she stepped into the open doors she heard him over her shoulder, "So just a godsend, eh?" She just smiled, ruby red lips gleaming as the doors shut and she was transported to the basement garage.

Blonde hair kept coming loose and falling into blue eyes, screwing up their vision and thus their aim. They made the shot anyway, and as stick made contact with puck it flew across the ice, even gaining air thanks to her ungainly slice of the piece of heavy plastic. She frowned as the goalie still managed to block her score. She held her temper in check, this was just practice, nothing else.

Even so, she felt one of her teammates bump her from behind goodnaturedly, a heavily padded arm thrown across her shoulders. This was a co-ed team, they were very few, but Aurora was so glad to be on one with her best friend Philip. "Hey, B, what's wrong? You seem really intense today." Aurora shook her head, shrugging off his arm but pat his shoulder in a show of good faith.

"I'm fine, nothing's wrong." Philip glided with her across the ice towards the locker rooms, pausing at the different doors.

"Yea? Well I don't believe you. Weren't you seeing someone?" At the setting of Aurora's jaw he knew he was right. "Oh, I get it. She dump you?" Aurora glared at him and shoved him lightly.

"Go shower, 'Prince'." Philip just watched quietly and shook his head as she headed into the girls' locker room, before making his way into his own. It was a few moments before they met up again. The pair never actually showered in the locker rooms, simply satisfied to just change into slightly cleaner clothes before heading home.

Philip stood with Aurora outside on the sidewalk, waiting patiently for the bus to come by. It was quiet, but Philip kept glancing at his friend, having known her since they were in the high school hockey team, they were closer than siblings. Aurora seemed lax, duffle lazily hanging off her shoulder, stick strapped toher back, wearing a sports tank top the hugged her body securely, showing off her curves and also her muscle from a reasonably heavy training regimen. She was trying too hard to be aloof. He smirked. She caught this from her periferal and glared.

"Gods...Fine! But I dumped her!" Philip laughed, but then it died down at the look of utter frustration on his friends face.

"What happened?" Aurora rubbed her face and sighed.

"She cheated on me, then tried to spin it on me. It was...no, and she kept talking about my aunties! I was so done, it was a long time coming..." Philip nodded slowly.

"Not everyone can be like M-"

"Don't say it! That's been over..." Philip could see Aurora was trying to seem tough.

"You know...your dad's...you're an adult now. You can do what you want." Aurora frowned, looking up as the bus approached. They got on quietly, swiping their passes before finding seats at the very back.

"It's not that simple...it's been two years, she's probably moved on by now...she was way out of my league anyway." Philip nodded.

"Yeah, you're right." Aurora blinked at him, surprised.

"What the hell!?" Philip shrugged, sitting back.

"What? Is it not true? I mean, she's got the looks and the smarts. All you've got is a rockin' bod and a snappy temper." Aurora glared at her friend.

"Shut up! I'm a damn catch! She'd be lucky to get back together with me!" Philip scoffed.

"Suuure, she would. I bet if you texted her right now she wouldn't bother responding, let alone accept a date with you." Aurora glared and whipped out her phone quickly, she'd finished her message and was about to hit send when she realized what was happening.

"Why you-HEY!" Before she could stop him he'd grinned and pressed send for her, and she watched in horror as her message was sent into the data stream. "Shit...You son of a bitch, Philip..."

Maleficent looked at her phone curiously as it sat beside her glass of wine on the side table. She'd arrived home safely, then immediately went about settling in for a relaxing evening athome, dressed in a simple earth-tone robe, hair loose and cascading down her back and across her shoulder. She was nude beneath her robe and happily so, one of her shows playing on the television and dinner simmering on the stove.

A perfectly manicured hand reached for the phone, glancing at the sender and her eyes widened slightly, and surprised herself as she quickly unlocked hte screen to read the message.

'Whatever you're doing, stop and come over.'

Maleficent just stared at the message for a long time, or at least long enough for her screen to dim, bringing her back to the moment. She hadn't heard from Aurora in two years, though she hadn't seen her since the finals last season...of course the blonde didn't know that. The brunette locked her phone and set it down hard, shaking her head. She wouldn't get mixed up in that again. She refused to. For one she wasn't the one that ended it, it had been Aurora. Not even with any notice! One second they were happy, Maleficent was even thinking of asking Aurora to move in, she certainly had the room and the means to support them. But then Aurora stopped talking to her, and finally when confronted just told Maleficent to leave her alone.

"How dare she...How..dare she!" She growled and stood up, shutting off her tv and headed into the kitchen to work on dinner, glaring daggers at the chicken in the pan. The longer she stood at the stove, though, the more she cooled off. She glanced back into the living room, at the phone silently sitting there, then shook her head.

With her plate filled with dinner she made her way back into the living room, sat down and glanced at her phone again. With a heavy groan she reached over and picked the damn thing up before firing off her own message.

'Why?'

Aurora was back home, a bag of fast food set down on the floor as she sat and watched a cartoon. She couldn't believe what Philip had done, she'd given him the silent treatment after a good yelling until they reached her stop. He just kept grinning and gave her the thumbs up through the window as the bus continued on its route. It'd been nearly an hour since the message had been sent and there had been no reply. 'Maybe she changed her number...maybe she thinks I'm a creep.'

She jumped as her phone vibrated loudly across her wood floor, she nearly dropped her fries! She grabbed her phone and her eyes widened at the sultry smily welcoming her. She read the message and blinked, she glanced away, then back down. She typed and retyped and re-retyped until she finally settled on something.

'Can you eat me out for old times sake?' She sent it off, her pride too big to deflate, and she was still thinking of what Philip had said earlier. He'd attempted to manipulate her but at the same time, was he really that wrong?

She stared at the phone for several minutes, food getting cold, until finally there was a response, and her eyes widened.

Maleficent glanced at the message, blinking owlishly before letting out a ringing laugh, she covered her mouth despite herself. Aurora really hadn't changed much in two years. She'd always been a bit of a child, a bit naive, and yet wise in her own way. Taught in no other way, she'd always been honest, despite her sire. Maleficent loved that honesty, she probably still did.

Pearly whites worried her bottom lip, still rosy despite having removed most of her makeup upon arriving home. She decided.

'Only for old time's sake.'