I'm going to try the best I can to get at least one more chapter in before I leave for basic =] I've still got a little bit of trouble because of Hurricane Irene, but I will try my bet for you readers!
December 31st 2011- Sorry, as I had mentioned or tried to mention, there was a hurricane that hit the East coast, and pretty much did an excellent job of messing up New England. I left for BMT-Basic Military Training- not long after it, and just recently graduated, so now I have a little bit of time to keep writing.

"How was work?" Amaya asked, placing a tray of snacks and tea in front of Trunks, who was sitting on the floor with his cell phone in his face.

"Finally got a prototype done and it will be in production next week. Of course, now we have another scientist who claims to have something out of this world for us. I guess we'll see when he finally gets around to bringing it in." Trunks put the phone down and pushed the tray to the side so he could begin his paperwork.

"Um, I made that for you. I figured you were hungry."

"Not really, but you are more than welcome to it if you want it. I'll take the tea though." Trunks said roughly and Amaya sighed. "So how are you feeling? I tried calling you and I even came over the other night, but you wouldn't answer."

"Oh, I was sleeping."

"That's okay, I figured you would be." he cocked an eyebrow as her phone chirped and she ran to answer it. "Important phone call?"

"Still arguing with that landlord, you know how it is."

"Hm, I can't say that I do, but you think he would have stopped by now. What are you talking about over there?"

"He's discussing prices and possibly raising the rent."

"Give me the phone and I will talk to him." Trunks held out his hand, but Amaya shook her head. Truthfully, it was Pan, telling her that she had finished the colored sketches and would like to meet up and show them to her. "It must not be a problem anymore then."

"It's currently not a problem, no. It's just that he's such an asshole some times." she deleted the message and sat on the couch behind Trunks.

"A lot of places don't consider an artist as a real job. You should have lied and put down you worked for me."

"Ugh, just because you have no artistic talent, doesn't mean that it's not a job! I bet Pan would agree with me!"

"Pfft, like that means much?"

"Don't be such a jerk." Amaya ran her fingers through his hair and he stared at the table, getting a little annoyed. "You should calm down and rest a bit."

"I'm well rested, I'm just working."

"Save work for work and free-time for now." she kissed the back of his neck, obviously trying to give him a sign, and Trunks really did feel like smashing his head through the table. "You could always take a break and come back later."

"No, I think it would be best if I got this done now. I mean, it will save me some time when I go into the office tomorrow." Trunks figured that since she was always refusing him, that he would do the same to her.

"You're always so stiff and boring!"

"I am not. I'm just extremely busy and would like it if you would leave me alone. I came to make sure you were all right. You're the one that should be resting, and if you need food, I'll make something for you. Go lay down."

"Come with me."

"I just said no. You never want me to stay longer then a few hours, never mind stay in the same bed as you."

"Oh Trunks, you're so grumpy today, maybe it would be best if you did go home."

"My thoughts exactly." without a word, Trunks gathered all of his paperwork and got into his car that Amaya had him drive over. He didn't stop for any traffic sign, and managed to make it home in under ten minutes. Bulma looked over at her son as he came walking into the house, but didn't say anything until he slammed the door.

"Really, Trunks? Did you have to make that much noise?"

"Sorry, I was a little agitated."

"Something that happens rather easily when you haven't been drinking." she stated coldly and he stared at her. "Yes, I said it."

"You can continue to say it, I don't have a problem. I'm going out again, so don't even bother trying to lecture me or find me because I will come back when I am good and ready to come back." Trunks walked up to his room, and started changing into something a little less casual. The clubs he went to wouldn't even look at you if you wore a buttoned down shirt, not that he wore that anyway. When finished, Trunks jumped out of the window from the place he wanted to escape from.

Maybe I should have went to America with Pan, we would have been different people, but a whole lot better off. He shook his head at the thought, knowing that at his age he would have run home to mommy and daddy if things got too rough or if he couldn't freely use money like he did now. Trunks landed and pushed open the door, being greeted by the beautiful black wolf with blue tipped ears, and the familiar doe-sized eyes looked at him in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" Trunks plopped himself down on Pan's couch and she glared at him. "Seriously, what do you want?"

"You and I are going to the club. I am beyond annoyed and I would like to be around one of my best friends."

"Do we have to go to the club?"

"You have no alcohol in your house and I sure as hell can't make my own drinks if I went out to buy the stuff. So, get on some nice clothes, and we will head out. Besides, we can ride around in the limo."

"What limo? Didn't you fly here?"

"I did." Trunks held his cell phone up and smirked. "I can call, you know. Please, why don't you just agree with me on something without us going at it? I'm angry as hell, and you know that when I'm like that I always say something stupid that is going to make you feel the same way." Pan smiled at him and nodded.

"Yes, you really do some stupid things. Help yourself to something in the refrigerator. I have left over soup from dinner and some sushi." Trunks didn't need to be told twice, he practically ran for the refrigerator and Pan poked her head around the corner. "You didn't eat?"

"Not Amaya's food, hell no. I know I told you not to help her with anything, but can you please give her some cooking lessons?"

"Absolutely not, that is my own trade. She can go to your mother, but I am going to be a bitch about this one."

"Hey, that's quite all right, I understand." Pan shook her head and went to go change. Rummaging through the closet, the only thing she could find was a tight red cocktail dress with one shoulder strap and an black belt going across the middle that she absolutely hated.

"I'm not dressing up any further than that." she snorted, putting on six inch stiletto heels and some eyeliner. She figured she would try to curl her hair, but with no success and finally gave up on trying to change the way it looked. "By the way, I did have alcohol in my house, I drank it all seconds before you got here."

"Why does that not surprise me?" Trunks sighed, petting the wolf. "So is this guy just going to stay with you from now on?"

"He will go outside when he feels like it, but he always comes in around this time to get fed and to sleep."

"Hm, he's a male all right. Coming around for food and warmth, aren't you buddy?"

"Then what are you coming around for?"

"Solace and food. You can hate me to your little hearts content, Panny but when I wanted someone to talk to or just to explain myself to, you were always the right person." Trunks said and Pan looked at him like he was absolutely crazy.

"Where did my Trunks go and when is he coming back?"

"I don't know what you are talking about. I am still grumpy Trunks and that's how I will stay. Now, the limo is waiting for us, young lady." Pan nodded and grabbed her purse, trying to keep up with Trunks as he walked toward it. "I know you are famous and all of that, but if you start becoming uncomfortable in there for whatever reason, you're to let me know."

"I can handle myself, Trunks."

"It isn't whether you can handle yourself or not, Pan, it's whether or not I will be able to control my temper if I find out something did happen and you didn't tell me. Care for some red wine?" Pan shook her head and he shrugged. "Suit yourself."

"Do you want to talk about what aggravated you so much?"

"Where do I start on this one?" he chuckled to himself. "Well, for the first time since we've been together, I actually rejected her advances." Pan stared at him and he laughed. "I know, isn't that something? Then I got the feeling she might have someone on the side because she wouldn't let me read the message from her supposed landlord and she deleted it so I couldn't see it either way."

"Trunks, she's not cheating on you, she loves you too much."

"Heard that one before!" Pan winced and moved closer to the door. She leaned her head against the window and looked out it. "You all right?"

"It doesn't matter how I feel. Anyway, it was me she was texting and it was about a dress. I don't care if you get mad about her asking, but I don't need you accusing her of cheating." Trunks scoffed and Pan glared at him. "What? Did you think I wanted you all to myself and that I shouldn't have said that? I'm not the evil one in this vehicle." she snapped and Trunks agreed. Pan could tell that he had been coming to the same club for some time because as soon as the bouncer saw him, he was immediately allowed to go in without waiting in line.

"Are you going to dance?"

"I want a margarita first." Pan stated and Trunks nodded.

"Not hard enough for me, but I definitely need a drink." Even though the two of them had come together, they sat at the bar awkwardly, as if they never spoke a word to each other before in their lives. Trunks head and eyes perked up when he saw a few males gawking at Pan however, but he still remained silent because he knew Pan could defend herself.

"I can't sit here anymore, so I'm going to go out to the floor." she stated, climbing out of her chair. Trunks nodded and moved her glass toward the edge so the waitress could pick it up. Not wanting a baby sitter or the feeling of eyes on her from across the room, Pan made her way to the biggest crowd of people and just started dancing by herself. Pan had gone clubbing with the twins back in America plenty of times, mostly after a gig and wanting to unwind, but she hadn't been there since she picked up drugs.

"Totally did that on purpose!" Trunks snorted to himself, standing on the horizontal bars of the chair to see if he could spot Pan. "She wants to be left alone, just leave her be." Trunks shook his head, plopping back down in his seat. He knew he had to stop treating her like a child, because she was far from it, even if she had done stupid things in the past.

Not that far in the past. She's only been clean for a month or so, if it's true.

"Would you care to dance?" a beautiful brunette came up to him, and Trunks gave her a blank stare. With a sigh, he nodded, put down his empty glass and followed her out onto the floor. He hated dancing but he figure that if Pan's anti-social self could do it, then he could too. Trunks made sure to keep a bit of distance from the woman he was supposedly to be dancing with, and he would steal the drinks off of trays that walked passed him, enjoying the taste of every one of them.

Hm, finally someone who is quiet. Pan thought to herself, dancing with a young, tan blond who had approached her randomly. I like them quiet, it keeps me from getting aggravated. She allowed him to put his hands at her waist, and he made no attempt to go any further. When the song ended he smiled and pointed to let her know he was heading for the bar.

"Do you want anything?"

"No thank you." he nodded and excused himself, heading for the bar. Pan decided that dancing by herself would benefit her the most, so she indeed kept on dancing, even when another partner came to replace her friend. Unlike her previous partner, this one made it clear that he didn't know what boundaries were, or that he just didn't care. "I really would like it if you took a step back!" she snapped, feeling his hands on her legs. He backed off for a moment, but came back a little bit more forcefully.

"I do believe the lady told you to fuck off." a strong, accent with a drunken slur caught her attention, but she refuse to look at the man.

"Why don't you go join him?"

"I thought I told you I would be looking after you and you were supposed to tell me when things like that happened." Pan's eyes widened when she realized it was Trunks. "Now, I've got myself a full glass here, and you have until that glass is finished to keep dancing."

"That's not enough time, you lush!"

"You can deal with it."

"Ooh, you make me so angry!"

"I know." Trunks placed one arm around her waist as someone started walking over to them. "She's with me, thanks!" the man stared him down, and turned the other way. "Moron."

"Calm yourself, Trunks."

"I am calm. I might be a little overprotective, but you know that's how I am." Trunks tightened his grip around her, scaring her. "Oh, don't make sounds like that, you'll make me think I'm hurting you."

"No, you caught me off guard, that's all." Pan responded quietly, but with Sayian ears, he was able hear her clearly. She looked out the corner of her eyes as his free arm dropped and his hand touched her leg.

He's not even attempting to control himself! Trunks kissed the back of her head, and the nape of her neck, making her uneasy. He grabbed her hand, spun her around and smiled like the Cheshire Cat as her eyes widened.

"Trunks, you're not blaming this one on me."

"Oh I'm not blaming you for anything!" he put his drink on a passing tray, and used both arms to make sure Pan wasn't going anywhere. Trunks didn't let her say another word before lifting up her chin and planting a kiss directly on her lips. Pan didn't fight him, she was tired of fighting him, and he felt that, loosening his grip a little bit. "And if I asked you to leave this place with me?"

"When?"

"Josh is outside, he never leaves because I never stay that long." Trunks took Pan's hand, and once again led her around, this time taking her to the limo. "Josh, we're going back to Pan's house." Trunks stated as he held the door open for Pan, not allowing Josh the time to even walk around. As soon as he shut the door, Trunks was on top of Pan like a hungry animal.

"I think you should at least wait for us to get home, don't you?" she remarked, pushing him back and sitting on his lap. "You always rush into things!"

"I already know what I'm getting myself into, thank you."

"Do you?" Pan stated, and Trunks looked at her, making her mentally kick herself. As Trunks went to say something, Pan put her finger over his lips and shook her head. "Shut it." she kissed him again, not wanting to hear anything he had to say that might interrupt the stupid mistake the two of them were about to make.

"Ugh, my head is killing me." Pan remarked, sitting up in bed. She stretched widely, and the smell of food caught her attention. On the bed was a tray with a plate of food and a note on the left side of it, making Pan sigh. "Good going Pan, you did it."

Hey Pan,

You were out like a light, and I didn't want to wake you up, but I made breakfast and left it beside you because I knew it would wake you up shortly. I want you to rest today, you definitely had a difficult time at the club with those creatures last night, and I don't want you to feel like you have to come in. text me when you wake up so I know you're all right.

Trunks

P.S. The way you curl up when you sleep is cuter than ever.

Even though he wasn't there or saying it in person, the last line made Pan's face heat up. She demolished the breakfast he had made her and quickly took a shower before heading to the office. She ran through her door and knocked on Trunks' only to find that he had been passed out at his desk.

"Sorry I'm late, I overslept and I know it isn't an excuse."

"Pan, you just walked in to see me sleeping in a puddle of my own saliva. The last thing I can do is say anything to you and besides, I told you to stay home or so I thought." Trunks wiped off his face and started organizing his papers. "Although, I think I can yell at you for being late because you're the one that usually keeps me awake." Trunks stood up and walked over toward the door. "I'm glad you woke me up now, because I have a meeting to get to." Pan held up an energy drink and he bowed. Closing his blinds, Trunks kissed Pan, and she sighed.

"Trunks."

"I'm showing my thanks as a friend, nothing more." Pan nodded and Trunks tilted his head slightly to the left. "Did you want it to mean something more?"

"Why are you asking me a question like that?"

"I was asking because it is my office, and I could get away with it." she smiled as he wrapped one arm around her and she put her hands on his chest.

"Oh no you couldn't. Someone is always trying to barge in here, but that's what I was always around for. That and you have a meeting to go to."

"Well, it's not for another hour, I was just going to sneak off to get some sleep and buy an energy drink if I woke up in time. I'm really good at convincing you, and I always have been. Like the day we were in the back of the cemetery, and you were too creeped out at first." Trunks stated, placing his forehead against hers.

"I was in love with you back then, jerk!"

"What are you now?"

"I'm not in love with you, that's for sure. You are willing to do something that I definitely need at this point." Trunks broke out laughing and kissed her one more time.

"You really do have the mindset of a man, has anyone told you that?"

"You did all the time." Trunks shook his head one more time and put the drink down. He backed her up against his bookshelf, and put one hand up her dress, grabbing hold of her underwear. "Is something wrong?" Pan asked him as he stopped and he laughed softly.

"No, I just wanted to make sure you were fine with this." Pan sighed and nodded.

"One more time will not kill me and by the time we're over, it should be out of both our systems."

"Yeah, let's hope for our sake." trying to keep the fact hidden from him, Pan had started crying shortly into it. "Hey, hey! Why are you tearing up?"

"Don't worry about me, I'm sorry."

"What the hell are you apologizing to me for? Did I hurt you?" Trunks asked, getting dressed and he cocked an eyebrow as Pan shook her head. "Good Dende Pan, you don't have to lie to me to make me back off if that's the case!" Pan buried her face against his shirt, confusing him. "Hey, tell me what's wrong with you, you're scaring me." he stroked the top of her head, but she continued to silently cry. Trunks didn't need to hear her words to understand why she was upset, and although he was usually the heartless bastard, he couldn't help feel bad.

"Nothing is wrong Trunks, I'm a fuck up, that's all."

"Then we can both be fuck ups and all I know is that we are both about to get fucked up if we don't fix this situation in about a minute. The spawn herself is on the way up."

"Well, that really kills any fun you were having. I'm sorry that I shortened it that much."

"Pan, you're already done more for me than my own fiancee, don't worry about it. I have to apologize to you for dragging you into a messy situation like this." Trunks started fixing her hair, and she had to start laughing. "Hm, that's also like old times because you wouldn't have cared, you would walk down the street with crazy sex hair."

"You told me you liked it."

"I love it, just not for the office and not when I'm trying to save you from having to deal with her. Let me, she's my problem." he opened the blinds and Pan excused herself from the office. He stared at her as she sat at her desk and sighed.

Asshole. He shook the thought out of his head, but his attention never left Pan or her curvy figure that he loved to hold. When Trunks looked out in the hallway and saw a very angry looking Amaya heading his way, he sighed and prepared himself for whatever nonsense she had to bring him. Pan tried to stop her to say hi, but she kept right on walking until she was slamming the door to his office shut.

"Where the hell did you go last night?"

"Home."

"You went home?"

"Yup, I went home, changed and then went to the club to get a few drinks." Trunks walked away from her, heading to his desk and she closed the blinds. "You can leave those open, I have a meeting to go to soon and Pan has to let me know when it's time."

"Well, she can pick up a fucking phone, can't she?" Trunks raised his eyebrows and stared at Amaya, meeting her accusing eyes. "So, was she the one that you went home with last night?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Rebecca saw you at the club last night. You know that I have friends that frequent that club a lot, and you know they would tell me if they saw you doing something that you weren't supposed to be doing."

"What wasn't I supposed to be doing? Yes, maybe I should be calming down with how much alcohol I drink, but other than that all I did was dance."

"Yes, you danced all right. Rebecca said that you were grinding up against some dark haired female for quite some time."

"No, can't say I remember doing that. You do know that Rebecca is absolutely jealous of you and she has said shit like this about your other friends. I really don't understand why you still have ties with that moron." Amaya looked at him in surprise, but Trunks shrugged. "Those were your exact words to me, I'm just repeating them to you."

"So, I'm supposed to ignore everything that Rebecca told me?"

"So, I'm supposed to sit here and let my fiancee accuse me of things that I haven't done? That's a perfect way to end a relationship, don't you think?" Trunks sat back at his desk, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. Amaya looked at him, not sure if he was serious or not, but she stood her ground. "Do you feel that that's a good thing to do? I mean, if we want to play games, I want to see your cell phone, because I have this inky feeling that you're double-timing me. If that is true, then this holier-than-thou shit your pulling really needs to vanish."

"Why would I cheat on you?"

"I don't know! That is the million dollar question! I mean, at least you could have waited until after we were married to do that, but you signed a pre-nup anyway, so it wouldn't do you much good either way." Trunks stated, and looked over at his door. "Open my blinds, the last thing I need is for people to think that I'm doing something in my office that I shouldn't be doing. I do like to keep somewhat of a professional image around here." Amaya walked over to the blinds and did reopen them, but she wasn't sure exactly how she felt about Trunks and his attitude. She wasn't used to one like this, and she certainly didn't like the fact that he was accusing her of things.

"I am not cheating on you, Trunks. Are you talking about the random text messages that I get?"

"Oh look! You even know what I'm talking about!" Trunks chuckled. "Yes, genius, that was the biggest concern."

"I was talking to someone about my wedding dress." Amaya blurted out and he cocked an eyebrow. "I sent one through Pan's website under a fake name and used my phone number since she doesn't know it."

"What the hell did I tell you about that? What the fuck ever, I have a meeting I need to get to."

"No, you need to talk to me. What is more important to you? Your wife or business?"

"You should have asked yourself a similar question before blurting out such nonsense like that! You obviously didn't give a shit enough about what I had to say if you went behind my back and asked that woman to make you things!" he shouted, pointing to Pan, who decided it would be best if she went to the break room and got herself a cup of coffee. Trunks knew that she was capable of hearing everything that he was saying as long as she was beside the door, but she had enough respect for him- even if she did want to kill him most times- to get out of earshot.

"Hey." Trunks called out to a sweat-covered Pan as he walked in on her training with a robot his mother had made. She shut it down, crossed her arms and stared at Trunks. "To what do I owe such a cold glare?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to see if I could fool you."

"Pan, it isn't hard to fool Trunks, after all he is a fool." Goten walked out of the house, carrying a glass of lemonade, and he passed it over to her. "I don't think my niece needs to be associating herself with the likes of dumbness that you possess."

"Those are some harsh words coming from you, Goten. I do believe I'm the CEO of a very prominent business."

"That is also because of family, if I recall. I on the other hand, slaved away over books to become as smart as I am. Pan was just naturally born with it."

"Obviously I lack that, uncle Goten."

"I didn't say common sense, I was talking about book smarts." Pan glared at him, and Goten shook his head. "Never mind, forget I said anything. Hey, aren't you supposed to be going out somewhere anyway?" Trunks looked at Pan, and she saw that he was now interested in whatever came out of her mouth.

"Yes, I'm meeting a friend from America for drinks."

"One of your acquaintances from America? That doesn't sound too good. Maybe you should skip that plan altogether." Trunks blurted out and Goten looked at him.

"My niece is going to hang out with her brother-in-law, asshole. I'm pretty sure he's more of a straight arrow then you could ever hope to be."

"So, in other words, he's boring as hell?"

"Trunks, will you please shut up before you make me mad?" Pan sighed, staring at the idiot. She knew that he was just trying to make her angry, and he was starting to do a good job of it.

"Pay no mind to him, and continue training. I will send you on your way to get ready in about twenty minutes or so."

"Yes uncle Goten." she rolled her eyes and walked back over to the robot, while Trunks and Goten sat down.

"So, why did you want to speak to me exactly?"

"I used to think somewhere in that fucked up mind of yours, you held a little bit of respect or some sort of common sense, but lately, I could see that you have absolutely nothing in that skull of yours." Goten stated, taking a sip of lemonade, and Trunks raised his sunglasses, staring at his best friend.

"Wow, where did all of that come from? In fact, why did you just attack me?"

"Why did I attack you? All right, where should I begin? How about ever since Pan has come back from America, all you have done was belittle her every chance you've gotten. True, you and her used to mess around like that all the time, but you're pushing it. Secondly, you are getting married and you aren't even trying to keep your distance from your ex." Trunks sighed, and shook his head. "What is really, really pissing me off is that you're making my niece, your first love, make your damn fiancee's gown and her gowns for her maids! That is lower than low!"

"She doesn't seem to be suffering from it!" Trunks blurted out, pissed off that Goten was screaming at him and pissed off that both his fiancee and Pan hadn't listened to his request. "I told the girl not to fucking make anything or accept a phone call from Amaya! It isn't my fault that she doesn't listen to a word anyone says!"

"Well, tell that whore of yours to go find someone else to make it for her and leave my niece the fuck alone! The last thing I want is for Pan to revert back to that thing she was when she came back!"

"How are you going to call my fiancee a whore? Are you serious? What about that darling niece of yours? She didn't say anything to you about sleeping with me the other night, now did she?" Trunks blurted out and Goten punched him in the face, starting a huge fight.

"Hey! Stop it!" Pan pulled Goten off of Trunks, pushing him away. "What is wrong with the two of you? Every time I look, the two of you are trying to start a fight with each other!"

"We're always fighting over the stupidity that you do Pan! Why the fuck would you sleep with this fool, knowing damn well he had no intentions of leaving Amaya for you?"

"I didn't want him to leave her for me!"

"Why are you making those Dende damned dresses for her? I thought I told you I didn't want you to have anything to do with her in that sense! What is it about being tortured that you seem to enjoy so much?"

"Did it ever occur to you, Goten that maybe I slept with Trunks because he was the easiest person to get to? Trunks, maybe I wanted to help her out so that you knew I didn't have any hard feelings towards your wedding. Don't worry about it, I won't be going to it, and I most certainly will not be showing up to work for you for the remainder of my time here. I wish you both the best of luck in life, but I'm going to be late for my date." Pan disappeared from their sight, and Goten glared at Trunks, getting a sigh in return.

"Maybe you should be hitting the pavement as well. You are a rotten man, do you realize this?"

"All Pan had to do was tell me no."

"Tell you no? You've been after her like a dog in heat ever since she came here! That ring on your fiancee's hand should have been enough for you to not even tempt her like that!"

"Like I said, all she had to do was say no, and she didn't."

"Do you have any plans on telling Amaya what you did?"

"Why would I do that? The woman has been keeping secrets from me, I don't think I should have to tell her anything."

"Oh, I can see this marriage lasting all right. Don't follow me into the house please." Goten left the tray of lemonade outside, too pissed off to stand near that idiot any longer.

"Ah, there you are!" a very tall, blond haired man caught Pan's attention, and she shook her head, smiling at him. "Oh, why do you shake your head at me?"

"That Darth Vader hoodie of yours is absolutely ridiculous."

"You are the one that made it for me, lass." he kissed her forehead and glanced around at the people staring at him. "Although, they apparently think the same thing. Either that, or they're not used to someone as good looking as the two of us being in one place at a time."

"Ooh, you are so conceited!"

"That I am. Please, you know Braeden and I were the best looking people around."

"Hey, don't get ahead of yourself. Why don't we go back to the house and you can put your stuff down? Then we can go head out for a drink or something."

"Ah, I'm not at all concerned about that, lass. You are the reason why I'm here after all. I can just throw this backpack of mine in your car and we can do something fun." his Irish accent always carried a hint of mischief in it, but it was something the twin brothers had shared. "Why hello there." Pan turned to follow his eyes as they landed on a very curvy, woman with fire-engine red hair.

"Males!"

"Listen, she isn't nearly as good-looking as you are, but it would not be right of me to stare you down in the same manner. How would I explain that to Brae?"

"I don't know, how did you explain it to him?" he laughed and shrugged. "I remember that beautiful black eye you were sporting."

"Sweet-hearted man who would blow up on anyone that did something he didn't like. I may not be a saint like him, but I consider myself to be a decent man."

"Yes, decent is the proper word."

"Pan Son, you are quite the little devil."

"You haven't the slightest idea." she chuckled as she watched Packie fighting with the passenger seat, trying to adjust it to his height. He buckled his seat belt, and sighed, watching the pedestrians on the sidewalk.

"So, where is a good place to get some drugs?"

"Oh damn it, I forgot that you aren't a saint!"

"Absolutely not, and I will quit when I'm good and ready. I don't need you going on lecturing me like my brother did. That is what I had him for, and I really don't need that shit now. It is a coping mechanism for me."

"Padraig, don't you ever snap at me like that again. I wasn't being judgmental, after all I can't be. How do you think I handled his death? Not the way a proper woman should, that's for sure."

"We all have our ways."

Author's Note:I'm not really a big fan of this chapter, mostly because I can't remember exactly what I had written in this chapter originally before my computer deleted it. The stress of military life and crazy roommates aren't really helping my writing, UGH! I tried not to put too much into this one chapter either, but I promise the next ones will be better! =]