A/N: Sorry for the slow updats, but I received some reall bad news yesterday that has my mind all over the place, but not with fanfiction sadly.


Morgan had decided if they did this, he could as well take her out for dinner before the big event of that night. He still couldn't believe he was seriously returning back to that woman. God knows what absurd stuff she would tell him tonight. But Penelope had looked somewhat adorable when she admitted she never had been at a psychic and looking at his best friend in the passenger's seat of his SUV right now, she seemed really excited.

"Tell me, you won't believe whatever they will tell me tonight," Morgan asked his best friend, who kept looking at him.

"Not really," Penelope answered. "But I find the whole idea of seeing what will and will not happen interesting. And I know… it probably all is a waste of time, money and space, but… wouldn't it be cool if someone really was out there who could predict what will happen?" Penelope asked excitedly.

"You're future is what you make of it, my mother used to say. And she was right. No one can tell you how your future will turn out to be…"

A few moments later he pulled into the parking lot in front of what looked like a regular shop. There were a few Chinese take-Out shops down the street, a laundry service and what looked like one or two convenient stores that had big signs outside that they were open 24 hours. It somehow was not the kind of area Penelope would have imaged that kind of shop to be located. Its location didn't really add a whole lot to its credibility.

"That's it?" Penelope asked and she wasn't really able to hide her disappointment. She somehow had thought about some really exotic looking store, with weird signs in its window and tarot cards, Ouija boards and other stuff displayed.

"Ah, Mr. Morgan… I see you could make it," they were greeted by an elderly woman the moment they stepped into the small shop.

"Well… um… yeah. I hope you don't mind, I brought a friend for… um… support," Morgan explained and Penelope could see he was barely able to hid the grin. What kind of support could she possibly offer anyways?

"Of course not," the older woman smiled, and pointed with her hand towards the back of the room. "Come and sit and we can get started…" she walked ahead of them and Penelope wondered whether this really was such a good idea. Her shop might not look like what Penelope had thought it would look like, but the psychic or whatever she was, certainly fit the image perfectly. Long hair, some scarf tied around her head, plenty of strange looking necklaces, mainly with beads hanging around her neck and what Penelope assumed were Henna-tattoos all over her upper hands. She was wearing plenty of rings and had long, red fingernails. Her outfit Penelope would describe best as 'bohemian' and that was still a nice way of saying it.

"She's not… crazy, right?" Penelope whispered to Morgan, who she was following and decided on staying really close to.

"Not more than the usual kook I guess…" Morgan grinned at her.

"Comforting to know," she commented, walking further into the back of the store.

"Listen, you wanted to do this, now we do this…" Morgan just said, pulling her towards a table where the older woman apparently was already sitting. She pointed towards to chairs and Penelope and Morgan sat down.

"Before we start this….I just want to say I am terribly sorry for what happened between you and that girl from the other night," Madame Tuillerie started. "All I provide is… a service, a guiding if you wish. It is not meant to be black and white, there is no definitely 'yes' or 'no' with the stars. All this is supposed to be and do is give you some guidance, an idea of what could be…"

"You said we weren't compatible," Morgan reminded her, at which the older woman smiled.

"Yes, yes I did, but that does not mean you can't make it work. It might take a bit more effort and a bit more energy, but just because some star signs are not as compatible as others does not mean they can't make it work. There is always an exception to the rule, Mr. Morgan…"

"It doesn't matter anyway, I guess. She made her… decision that incapability was not working for her, so I'll guess there is nothing you'll have to worry about…."

The woman looked at Morgan for a moment, before shifting her gaze to Penelope and then smiled at her.

"But you two…" she said, pointing between Morgan and Penelope…"You two are definitely compatible."

Morgan looked at Penelope for a moment before starting to laugh.

"She is my best friend…"

"They tend to make the best of lovers and wives…"

"I'm sure they do…" Morgan agreed for a moment. "Listen… I don't want to… rush you or anything, but… do you think we can get moving towards the whole 'glorious future' part so we can get going again?" Morgan asked a bit impatiently. Truth was he really didn't want to be here right now, but Penelope looked so adorable when she admitted she never had been to a psychic and when he agreed on taking her with him.

He saw Madame Tuillerie lean back in her chair for a moment. "Mr. Morgan.. I don't necessarily predict the future. I offer several different services: readings of star signs and the significance of them on your life, palm reading, tarot cards. I offer a service, and I know there are plenty of people out there who think this all is some sort of… joke, a scam even. I am not spending my day preaching those who think they know it all, but rather prefer to focus instead on the people who believe in what I do. I understand that most of this sounds strange and you probably are right to doubt what is and is not real, but I guarantee you, that there is truth behind what I tell you…"