Vicki breastfed London on the way to the airport. They both dozed a little while Henry watched lovingly. After she finished feeding her, Henry turned to Vicki to tell her a little more detail about the convention.

"I want you to remember that people pay to eat with me, get autographs and take pictures."

"Yeah, so what's your point?" Vicki asked not understanding.

"My point is..." he started, Gwen finished for him..."don't kick anyone's ass."

They all burst into laughter. There was never a guarentee that at any given time Vicki would not kick someone's ass somewhere.

"Hey, I know who you come home to, I'm not worried in the least." She wasn't being entirely truthful, she wasn't worried about that, she was worried about her dream.

They boarded the plane, first class of course. Henry and Vicki sat together, Gwen sat behind them with London strapped into her carseat. First class only had two seats at time together and Gwen had insisted on Vicki and Henry sitting together, rather than Vicki with the baby, she wanted them to have some alone time on this trip. She knew Vicki was on edge, she was doing what she could as not only their nanny, but their family as well, to help them out.

Vicki threaded her fingers through Henry's and leaned into him. She planned on napping so that she could be fresh and alert upon arrival. She would have to tell Henry when they got there so she also wanted to enjoy his happy demeanor for as long as possible.

There was a couple who were obviously rather stuck up and from somewhere in the northern states. The stewardess, whose accent said she was more than likely part of the Texas crew was cheerily greeting people as she was going up and down the aisle.

"Hi, how ya'll doin'?" she would ask or "where ya'll headed to? or were ya'll from?" Vicki found her to be quite cute, innocent. She was so sweet she was almost dripping with it. Normally, that would annoy Vicki but there was something about this girl that made her impossible not to like. She saw London as she came forward and gushed over her.

"Oh, my goodness, she is beautiful." She oohed over her. Vicki and Henry of course were bursting with pride.

"Thank you, but she's not mine, she's theirs," Gwen smiled and pointed toward Henry and Vicki.

"Oh..OH..well no wonder, "she said in that very southern drawl, "two beautiful people like that, or course they would have beautiful children. Ya'll need anythin'? "

"No thanks," Vicki smiled back at her. When the stewardess turned to the woman directly across from the and asked, "where ya'll from?" the woman, never looking up from her Blackberry said very rudely, "from somewhere that knows not to end a sentence with a preposition." THAT caught Vicki's attention and pissed her off. The stewardess was caught off guard as well and didn't say anything. So Vicki decided to help her out.

She leaned over Henry, who was not sure what she was going to do but knew it wouldn't be very nice, and said:

"Okay, what she meant to say was where ya'll from, bitch." Vicki raised her eyebrows at the woman, the stewardess covered her smile and the woman said, "well I never.."

Vicki sat back in her chair and humphed rather loudly, "That's your problem, you need to.."

Henry covered his face with one hand and shook his head. The stewardess leaned over to Vicki.

"You sure you're not from Texas, girl?" Vicki smiled and shook her head no but figured if that's how Texas girls acted, she might like it there. The stewardess thanked her and moved on. The woman was red with embarrassment and didn't say a word the rest of the flight, but she was very nice to the stewardess when she was asked something by her.

"Victoria, was that necessary?" Henry whispered to her.

"Yes, because she was being a bitch," Henry didn't know why he tried. It was futile.

Jane Doe arrived at the hotel, The Ritz, and made her way to the room she had booked. It was just down the hall from Henry and Vicki's. She let herself into their room, she had retrieved the information under the clerk's diress, although later the clerk would remember nothing but a feeling of euphoria. She used her magical abilities she had gained over centuries to alter her own key to make it work on their door. This would only work once however as more than once would alter the entire lock altogether drawing unwanted attention to herself. She just needed to get the blood into the refrigerator as Henry would expect it to be there. She did her job quickly and effectively, leaving no trace she was there.

Vicki dozed off briefly, long enough to see the woman again. This time though, she was not as much like Christina. She was blonde and beautiful, full lips, dark ebony eyes, evil eyes.

"Vicki, I'm waiting, are you ready to give him up?" Vicki's eyes snapped open. She looked around quickly realizing she was still on the plane. Her heart was racing again, Henry could hear it.

"What's wrong?" he said taking her hand.

"Nothing..I was just..disoriented when I woke up..where's London?" Vicki's breasts were aching, she knew it was getting close to time to feed. London was stirring quietly behind her.

"She's fine..are you?" Henry asked again. Vicki was antsy. She wanted to get up and walk a bit, she told Henry she had to use the restroom. She walked toward the back of the cabin. Henry reminded her there was one in first class. She told him no, she wanted to stretch her legs. She also wanted to think. She had to figure this out, fast. As she walked down the aisle of the plane, the stewardess who had been so nice earlier saw her and smiled at her.

"Hi there. Need somethin'?" she asked in her thick drawl.

"No, thanks..potty break." Vicki never used to say "potty" until she had kids. Now it was a huge part of her venacular.

"Okay..and thanks again," she said sheepishly. "Back home, we'd take care of it redneck style, but I have to maintain a level of professionalism here. My daddy, Tex..he says.." Vicki stopped her. She finally looked at her name tag...Trixie Woodruff...well damn.

"Your dad is Tex Woodruff?" Vicki asked. Trixie's eyes grew wide. Vicki smiled and said, "don't worry.." pointing back toward Henry, making gestures showing her she knew, making little pretend fangs with her fingers. No one was paying attention to them so Vicki figured it was safe to do that. Trixie relaxed.

"It's hard, you worry people won't like ya cuz yer different." She said. Vicki knew by her still thick drawl that she hadn't been a stewardess for long. Most were taught linguistic skills within the first year.

"Don't worry, in fact, I was told to look your dad up if we needed anything," Vicki told her.

"Well, he will help ya that's fer sure.." Trixie had a passenger motion for her.."I gotta go, thanks again.." she called over her shoulder.

Vicki decided to back to her seat and get it over with. She had to tell Henry, what could he do , throw her out of the plane?

On second thought..maybe she should wait.

Jane Doe waited, it would be a few hours before they came. She pulled out a photograph of her lost love, tracing the lines in the picture with her finger. She ran her fingers over the lips, bringing the picture to her own and kissing it, her eyes filling with unshed tears of loss and pain, holding the picture close to her heart.

"I hate you Vicki Fitzroy..with the deepest, darkest depths of my soul..I hate you..I will get you.." she hissed out, tears falling on the picture...

Vicki was putting London discreetly to her breast when a though occurred to her..

"Henry what about your..?" she raised her eyebrow at him.

"It should be there. I always make arrangements before a convention with the company." he told her.

"So, you won't need to feed?" She sounded disappointed.

Henry smiled sexily at her, "I didn't say that.." then she remembered something else.

"What about..??" before she could whisper "condoms" Henry answered.."a whole box."

God, she loved this man..and that was what this Jane Doe was counting on...