A.N: Hey! Thank you so much for all the reviews, they are so sweet and mean so much so thank you very much! Also book news- Joss Stirling has signed a new deal for a new book but it's not on the Benedicts and will most likely be out 2014 at the latest! Sad face! Any thoughts or ideas? And! Christmas is on its way! Who has an advent calendar? I do, it's for Children In Need and I get little chocolate teddies! xxxxxxx

Chapter Ten- J is for Justice:

It was ten weeks into college when Saul cracked. Things had been going well between him and Karla; she cooked, he did the dishes, they ordered in on a Saturday night, they watched the latest horror films and laughed at the gore, they pulled sick-days to spend all day in bed, they met outside each other's classrooms and ate at the same table with the same kind of friends, she wore his shirts and his socks and his jumpers, he rubbed her shoulders and taught her American lingo. So yeah, things had been going well since the honeymoon. The others at college knew they were married, but didn't question it after a protective look from Saul and several sarcastic remarks from Karla. Karla's hair was dip dyed in paint so often now, Saul often wondered if she had dyed it and just forgotten to tell him and Saul was so in grossed with J. Redman's new horror series and spoke about it so often that Karla wondered if he had written the stories himself.

It was Nick Wright that made Saul crack in the first place. Even the thought of him made Saul want to puke and punch a wall. Saul had known Nick from high school, and knew the crowd he ran with and knew the type of guy he was; an arrogant, lazy, sly bully that liked to through his weight around and made snide comments about those 'beneath' him, he was the kind of guy that picked up a girl, made her feel special for a week, have his way with them and then drop them as though they were the plague. He was the kind of guy that Saul would want to lock Karla away from. So, it was unfortunate that Nick was in Karla's art class, Wednesday to Friday and it was also unfortunate that Karla had no idea what he was really like.

It was Nick who stared at Karla's chest, face, butt- her entire body had been x-rayed and analyzed by Nick and it was Nick who kept dropping hints about his conquests in front of her in the hopes of impressing her and it was Nick who would clap Saul around the shoulders and strike up a conversation with Karla as though he knew everything about her and it was Nick who had started the pregnancy rumor and then proceeded to blame someone else for it. In Saul's own opinion, Nick should really have gone into acting, because he was a better actor than artist anyway.

So on the morning of the Wednesday commencing the tenth week of college, it was Karla, not Saul, who told Nick to back off and leave them alone and it was Nick who had to leave the café with his tail between his legs.

"I just split up with Mollie, she just weren't that good, you know, in bed." Nick had said loudly, a smug smirk on his stupid rat-like face. Karla had completely ignored his comment and taken another bite of her apple. His friends had jeered and laughed, throwing a drink can on the floor.

"What do you think Benedict?" Nick sauntered over. "Reckon I can borrow your girl for a few days? She must have had some practice with that pretty mouth of hers."

"No thank you." Karla had answered before Saul had even opened his mouth. "In case you hadn't noticed-" Karla flashed her diamond wedding ring at Nick "-I am well and truly married. Besides, I don't have time for prats." She turned away from Nick and took another bite of her apple, chewing thoughtfully. But Nick wasn't giving up.

"What you doing with a prat like Benedict then? He's not even a real man babe." Nick smirked as Karla swallowed and turned around, eyebrows raised.

"What's your idea of a real man then Nick?" Karla asked, arms folded, eyes full of fire. "And don't call me babe."

But Nick had turned back to his mates, making motions with his hands and fingers. Karla stood up, well aware everyone in the café now their eyes on her, Nick and Saul. She went up to him and yanked his shoulder so he was facing everyone, including her.

"I asked you a question; what's your idea of a real man?"

"A real man is someone who has it all- money, fame, sex, power-"

Karla cut him off with a laugh. "My god, you really are as thick as you act. Shall I enlighten you on my idea of a real man?"

Nick looked stunned and Saul smirked, knowing Nick had not expected an interruption.

"A real man is someone exactly like Saul. He knows my favorite candy, music, art, he listens to my opinions, he'd rather take me to an art gallery than a nightclub, he insists on helping with the housework, he sends me flowers, he takes me out for dinner, he calls me beautiful and when he does he says it to my face and not my chest, he lets me fall asleep on his chest and he doesn't demand sex every night, he listens to what I want and he kisses me good morning and goodnight, he thinks I'm stunning in jeans, a dress or his shirt and he makes me feel good about myself even when I feel crap. He holds my hand in front of his friends and a real man, Nick, like Saul, takes a girl to his house to meet his parents, not his bedroom."

Karla smiled smugly and sat back down on her chair, picking up her apple and taking another bite, chewing and swallowing, laughing quietly when she met Saul's eyes.

"Yeah, well, your opinion doesn't matter either way, babe, one, you're a woman and you belong in a kitchen and two, you're nothing but a whore."

There was a slam as Saul stood, face furious, kicking back his chair, fists clenched. Karla stood also, one hand on Saul's chest, the other on her hip, eyes ablaze with anger.

"What did you just call her?" Saul snarled, torn between pushing his angel behind him and smashing Nick's stupid ugly face in.

"I called her a whore Benedict, isn't it obvious? I would be surprised if one day you found out she had been opening her legs to every-"

"How dare you call me a whore?" Karla said quietly, stepping away from Saul and crossing towards Nick who had frozen, a look of pure terror on his face- even Saul had fallen silent. "You can take the mick and insult my husband and my friends and me, but if there's one thing you will regret, it's calling me a whore, because I am most certainly anything but. I'll have you know, that Saul was my first and he will be my last. He is the only man I will ever love enough to give myself to. So next time you want to call someone a whore, I suggest you look up the definition in a dictionary first."

She reached out a hand and Saul took it and together they began to walk away from a still stunned and frozen Nick. Suddenly, Saul stopped and turned back.

"Nick," he called, "that comment about women belonging in a kitchen. I might just remind you that women tend to live longer than men, and that's because there are knives in the kitchen."

Karla laughed and kissed Saul's cheek, skipping as they exited the café to applause.

"What do you want to do tonight?" Karla asked quietly when they were alone, curled up together in the library.

"Horror movie, order in, bottle of wine, make out?" Saul suggested and Karla smiled, kissing him tenderly, and shifting so she was half lying on his chest, eyes closed. "His face when you insulted him after …"

"Now that was justice." Karla said, making Saul laugh. "You don't think, that I'm a, you know." Saul's heart broke when she couldn't say the word, but Karla had continued on before he could comment. "Who even bloody cares, darling?"

He laughed. "It's none of their business anyway."

"Yeah, none of their business." Karla repeated. "It's between you and me, partners in crime, us against the world."

"Partners against crime." Saul corrected.

"That too. We can be fallen heroes." There was a pause and then Karla said; "I love you Saul Benedict."

"Good, because I love you too. Mrs Benedict." Saul added. Karla grinned at her official title leaned up and kissed him, reminding him just how much she loved him.