Spot Conlon looked up at the person he considered to be his closest friend. Any anger he was feeling seemed to just fade away when he saw how badly beaten she looked. New anger resurfaced when he thought about who did this to her. Taking a step towards her, he examined the cuts on her face, "Pyro." He whispered as he pulled her into a hug.

Pyro winced in pain as she felt his hands on her back. Pushing him away, she made a face at him. "Nice shiner, Conlon."

Spot remembered why he had just been so mad when she said that. The anger returned. "You can't stay with him. You're coming back to Brooklyn now."

"I barely made it out here without passing out." She retorted. "And, I like these people. They're all nice. And, Derek treats me like a girl."

"I'll carry you to Brooklyn if I have to." He glared at her. "I can treat you like a girl too. Remember last night?"

Placing her hands on her hips and tilting her head to the side, Pyro said, "Oh, you mean when you kissed me to make me believe you really cared about me? You don't like me like that. I heard you talking to Blade this morning."

"It was just guy talk." He told her. "I really care about you. You're the closest friend I have and we can make things work out between us."

"Yeah, we can be friends but nothing more." She exhaled. "You are so oblivious. I waited years for you to finally notice me and kiss me. And, when you did it, it was just so you could get a fucking point across. You did not kiss me because you have feelings for me. When I heard you talking to Blade, I felt my heart drop down to my feet. You hurt me, Conlon." She turned around to go back inside.

"Pyro, wait." He grabbed her by the wrist, not realizing it was bruised.

"That hurts!" She yanked her wrist away and turned around. She shoved her wrists in his face so that he could see what Oscar had done. "My back hurts too." Turning around, she lifted up the back of her shirt to show him how bad her back was. "I can't go with you to Brooklyn. But, I'll come back. I just don't have it in me to go all the way to Brooklyn and then have to deal with the questions. You know I hate questions."

"I am going to kill those Delanceys." Spot placed his hands on her shoulders. "I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry." He looked into her eyes.

Pyro knew he was telling the truth. "I know but I'm not going back to Brooklyn right now."

"You can't stay here with that guy!" He stared at her. "He punched me!"

She couldn't help but laugh. "That's part of the reason why I like him. Plus, you called me a bitch. He was just sticking up for me."

"I don't care if you stay in Manhattan." He let his hands fall to his side. "But, you can stay in the lodging house with Jacky boy and the rest of them."

"I'm staying here." She shrugged. "My mind is made up. I think we could use some time apart. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine here."

"I don't like this idea." Spot shook his head.

"I promise to come back to Brooklyn as soon as I feel better." She took his hands. "You just need to trust me on this one. We could do without the stress of one another for a few days."

Spot sighed. He knew there was no way he was going to win this. When Pyro made up her mind, there was no changing it. Spot never caved in for anyone but her. "Fine, but be careful."

Pyro smiled. "I'm always careful. Just look at me."

"I am looking at you." Spot responded. "That's why I'm telling you to be careful." He took a deep breath and looked at her. "I'm going to do something. Don't get mad at me. I'm just going to miss you. I want you to know that even if I don't have feelings for you the way you want me to, I still liked kissing you last night." He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

After pulling away, Pyro laughed. "It's only going to be a few days, Conlon."

"I just wanted to kiss you without trying to convince you of something." He shrugged. "But, it doesn't change anything between us. It's just a… good-bye kiss."

"Ok, a good-bye kiss." She smiled and waved. "So, good-bye. I'll see you in a few days."

"See you around." Spot waved back at her as she turned around and went back inside. He turned and walked away. He was going to worry about her the next few days but he could just have some of the Manhattan guys check up on her.

Derek was standing on the fire escape outside his bedroom window when Spot had kissed Pyro. He had seen it happen. Normally, something like this wouldn't bother him because he could just move on to the next girl. But, Pyro was different. He was feeling sick inside. That's when he realized something. He was starting to fall for the feisty, red head. This was a new feeling for Derek. Usually he thought of many girls. Now, he could only think of one girl. Her name was Pyro O'Shea and she had just kissed another guy.