A/N: Thanks for the reviews.

Beautiful house in the surburbs, private school monthy allowances. Sounded like the perfect life. Daddy hoped he had been missing something. That other half of him, that masculine identity that could make him pick out Daddy's face in crowd. Freshly showered he knocked on the newly painted door. She looked just how Daddy had remembered her. Her long sandy hair pulled back tightly with elastic, her frumpy grey slacks covering her shapely hour glass figure. She looked like crap but Daddy had to stay on her good side, even after all these years. "Hi Lisa, how you been?" Daddy asked shoving cheap flowers in her face. "Great without you thanks" She said, but she left the door open so Daddy could come in. There were so many accusations, so much hatred that Daddy wanted to spread but he couldn't. Family came first.

Lisa moved a few magazines off the sofa and Daddy sat down patiently. "How is he?" He asked. "Fine. Confused..we'll keep this short" "Fine" Daddy told her nodding his head, but Lisa didn't have the right to time their sessions together. She was always such a jealous snake of a bitch. Lisa offered him tea and he said yes so he'd finally get a bit of space. Daddy got up to straighten his tie, but sat back down when he heard footsteps on the stairs. He sat on the nearest chair to the door and calmed himself down so he didn't scare the kid. Lisa came back in with a tray of teas with small chocolate donuts. Before she'd even turned to put them down Daddy could see a shadow behind her. Lisa moved revealing quite a short teenager in sneakers and what Daddy guessed were designer jeans, with a dark green T-shirt that had some kind of popular logo on it. Lisa told him to sit down on the sofa opposite Daddy while she passed her son plate with a couple of donuts on it.

"Lloyd haven't you got something to say?" Lisa asked with resentment in her voice. Lloyd stayed silent for a minute trying to figure out who "this kid" looked like more. Her. Or Him.

"How about saying sorry, Lloyd, smile at him, hug him for god's sake. He's your only son after all"

"Yes Madam that'll be forty pounds exactly" Clay said politely on the phone. Another callout, another step to pay off the hotel bills. Fortunately Roy gave him his car so he didn't have to lug the computer to the shop and back. By the time his hotel bill was paid off, Claire wanted to know every number email and address Clay had so they could keep in touch. She said that she had to make a quick hospital visit and Clay got Roy's permission to take his car to drive her just to be nice. Clay stood next to her in reception, wondering how many people he and Daddy had injured had walked in through the doors. "I'm here to see mum" Claire said as the secretary nodded and pointed to the left. Clay followed Claire down the corridor stopping when she reached a curtain that she pulled back.

Clay waited outside until Claire pulled his jacket collar and told him it was OK to come in. He glided around the bed like a friendly ghost until he saw who it was, underneath the banadges surrounded by flowers and get well soon cards was his cleaner. Clay put his head down to stop himself from grinning. "This is your mom?" Clay asked looking at Claire sympathetically. "Yeah, she was attacked. The hotel are trying to brush it under the carpet" Claire said patting her mother gently on the hand. He mother stirred and Clay began to walk around. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" Clay asked looking at the grapes on Claire's mum's bedside. "Some sicko tipped her mop bucket over her" Claire admitted.

"She told you?" Clay asked, worried.

"Nah, the doctors were testing all the stuff that was on her face. She's been talking a bit, thank god. She knows who I'am, that's all that matters" Claire said as tears formed in her eyes. Clay wasn't a fan of weepy moments, it just made him feel uncomfortable and eventually would piss him off. "Shall I get you some coffee?" He asked, using any excuse to get out. "No, I'll get us some, I hate seeing her like this" Claire said as she rushed out to go to the bathroom to clean her face and pull herself together. She'd didn't want Clay thinking she was weak. As soon as Clay made sure her daughter was gone, he crept over to the cleaner/mother and leaned over her, his breath tickling her hair. It would be so easy to silence her. The last thing he needed was a confession from a burn victim, something told him that being arrested for assault with chemicals wasn't the type of thing that turned Jackson on. The quickest way at this point would be a knife wound or "Dom" strangulation, but people would be questioning how Claire's mom got a wound that big and Clay didn't have gloves on him. He'd have to come back later, hopefully before she left the hospital. He did like Claire believe it or not and he didn't want to set Claire up for a horror show.

Claire came back with coffee he pretended to take sips but ended up leaving it on the side before they said goodbye to Claire's mom. "What's her name Claire?" He asked. "Everyone calls her Nat" Claire replied. "I just wanna talk to her like I use to, you know?" Clay hugged Claire as her dropped her off, promising he'd call her. He dropped the car off at Roy's shop and took the bus to Daddy's new hideout. It was a little different than the places they'd stayed at before. For starters it was an actual apartment, with a front door and a bathroom and a bedroom with a little spare room down a few stairs. Clay knew he'd be sleeping on the sofa though. Clay didn't understand where Daddy had found the money, he knew he was storing some away, but had no idea how much. Maybe Clay needed to do the same. It seemed a little weird though. All this money spent to poach a teacher at the nearest school? Before he checked the taps and electricity was working he called Daddy to see what their next step was.

"Hey Daddy, do you want me to start checking up on teachers?"

"Listen to the tape son, still got the jeans?" Daddy asked.

"Daddy we're probably going to have to scope places...how much was this place?"

"I'll worry about that, you may have to scope some of your own. I can't come back tonight" Daddy said looking for laywers on his own laptop.

"Why? Daddy..." Clay asked, but the only answer was the click of Daddy ending the call. So he was stuck in a flat a nice flat though, with his laptop and TV for company. Nice. But he didn't have to be alone. He called Jackson, hoping that he wasn't going out, or about to go out. "Jack, you busy?" He asked turning the TV on. "Not really" Jackson replied and Clay was sure that if he used the right words Jack would be ready for some fun. "I know we haven't really talked much since we "made up" but...do you wanna come over?" Clay asked. "Yeah why not?" Jackson answered and Clay sat down on the sofa with a thud. "Gotta get up at the crack of dawn tommorow, but there's no reason why I can't chuck you a bone...I mean, a couple of hours"

"Are you calling me a dog?" Clay asked staring at the TV screen, listening to Jack but still seemed clueless.

"Don't worry Clay, you're the cutest puppy I know" Said Jackson as he gave Hazel an OK sign.

"Umm Thanks I think..." Said Clay confused. "look Jack, Daddy's gone. For the whole night. Can you believe it? A soft sofa, my laptop, you, me, privacy, silence there's even a basement...Come on Jack, Iet's get crazy "