"Kel come on, how was I suppose to know you were drunk. You never drink"

"What I ever in my right mind that is, do well… that. You have a wife Cleon! I can't do this alone, and I already have to give up everything I worked for. I will not let you throw away your life Cleon! I'm Sorry."

"Gods Kel why can't you stop saying sorry? And did you ever think I want to be there? Kel if you want me I will be there, but I don't want to hurt you anymore. You will always be my Princess Flower." With that he walked out the door, closing it as silently as possible. Kel wrapped her arms around her waist, trying not to cry. When she finally composed herself she let herself out of the room she had dragged Cleon into.

Not even a bells time later Kel was sitting in between Dom and Merric, and Neal was sitting across from them, Yuki sitting next to him. Merric and Dom were talking over her, meanwhile Neal was feeding Yuki, somehow also managing to eat his own food. She just sat there watching her bowl of beef stew wondering if she could stomach any of it. She looked up as she heard Cleon's name.

"What?"

"We will get to meet Ermelian, Cleon's wife. She is coming to visit New Hope…"

"Why wasn't I told of this? Who arranged it? When?"

"Kel are you feeling ok?" Kel glared at him and moved away from his hand that was already reaching up glowing faintly. "Ok. Ok. Wyldon cleared it, said he would tell you, but his report hasn't come in. And Cleon and I were talking and I said it might be a good idea, you know he probably has not been getting…" Neal stopped right there as Kel kicked him in the shin and Yuki hit his head with her fan.

"Umm… Ok then. I just have to umm… I will talk to you guys later." Neal glanced at Merric, avoiding Yuki's gaze. Yuki went to get up and Dom got up touching her shoulder, before following Kel. He found her in her rooms, the door was shut but not locked and when he cautiously opened the door he saw her spinning her glaive dangerously fast.

He went in and when he recognized the pattern he stepped behind her wrapping his arms around hers, stopping her glaive in mid motion. She stood there for a minute – blade hanging down head bent. She almost immediately recognized who it was – by the shivers running everywhere he was touching her, and by his smell. She turned around in his arms – hating how easily the tears came to her eyes.

"I'm an idiot, I have spent most of my life trying to be just like those guys, and I'm not." She slowly bent her head, trying to hide her tears.

"Kel, you are not like any of them, you are better, all of them are nothing compared to you." She put her head up so quickly that she hit his chin – through the pain he could see the rage in her eyes. The tears in her eyes did nothing to stop the heavy blows she was distributing on his chest shortly. She knew it was not his fault. However she didn't care now. Slowly her fists slowed, and she leaned into his chest to hide her tears.

"Kel, tell me what's wrong?" She mutely shook her head, trying to bury her head deeper in his chest as her hands gripped his shirt as strong as possible. "Kel you obviously need someone to talk to. Do you want me to get Neal, or Raoul? Maybe Yuki?"

"I'm sorry" Kel began to laugh sardonically at herself, which scarred Dom more then he would have thought.

"Why in the worlds are you sorry?" She softly pointed at his shirt.

"It's wet." He couldn't help but wipe away the remaining tears from her eyes.

"It will dry." She smiled softly – appreciatively.

"I wish everything could be fixed so easily." She looked up at him – barely – and then immediately looked down trying to hide the shame in her eyes.

"I'm going to be taking a leave of absence soon…" He felt his eyebrows rise in surprise but kept quiet so she could keep going. "I had one of the midwives check, I suspected, I was trying to deny it. Of course I couldn't go to Neal he would freak, and I wasn't sure. Now it's just I don't know how to tell him."

"Kel, slow down, and you haven't told me yet. Are you trying to say you… and are now… and umm…" He used his hands to gesture to her then her stomach. She nodded softly trying to stop the tears she knew were building in her eyes. "Kel relax, there is not anything you can do now, and you don't have to say anything more if you don't want to. I can tell Neal for you, someone has to tell him soon you know how he gets when he thinks he has been left out. Can I know the father? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Was it Cleon? I'm going to kill him. Kel it's a good thing, you will be a great mother! And you don't have to do it on your own." Kel laughed softly as he talked and threw her arms around him hugging him.

"I don't deserve you. And we can tell him together? Maybe and don't kill Cleon, it was my fault. I think… I can't remember. I'm pretty sure he offered to leave his wife for me… it won't solve anything will it? What should I have said?"

"Kel he can't make you happy. That is enough reason to say no." She nodded, running her hand through his hair absently, not thinking of what anyone would say if they walked in, not aware of what she was doing to Dom.

"Can anyone make me happy Dom? I am happy fighting, training, I am only happy helping."

"Don't your friends make you happy?" She nodded softly smiling. "I make you happy don't I?" She nodded again, and laughed softly. He realized he loved her laugh, loved how she didn't wear her Yamani mask around him. "You should tell Neal tonight, before you make yourself to nervous." She immediately stopped laughing and nodded softly standing up and going to her mirror, trying to wipe away the tear marks on her face. He came and sat on her desk taking the makeup from her drawer and pulled her closer, putting light make up to hide the tear tracks.

"How did you learn to do makeup? How did you know where I kept it??"

"I have four sisters didn't I tell you at some point? And it's the same drawer that you keep you keepsakes in, I know you pretty well. And it's the only drawer you don't have reports." Kel stared at him in bewilderment. "Come on lets go." She nodded softly suddenly gripping his hand, he looked away as he squeezed back. Both tried to ignore the feelings they felt when just their hands touched.