"Ouch!" hissed Anya as Marcus was applying alcohol to Anya's stitched up wound. They were inside the boat near the first aid. Anya was barely speaking as Marcus was fixing her arm and he tried his best to make it less painful as possible but Anya's hissing and fidgeting indicated he wasn't doing a good job making it less painful. He wrapped her arm in bandages so it could heal and lose less blood.

"Alright I'm finished. But I still want you to see a doctor to have a look at it," said Marcus.

"No. What you did was good enough. I don't need a doctor," complained Anya as she stood up. She examined her wounded arm before looking at Marcus.

"Nice job. I didn't know you knew how to do stitches."

"Yup. Learned it from the guys back then. Glad my skills are still handy. But look, we need to talk," said Marcus. Anya frowned.

"About what?"

Marcus pointed at her. Anya blinked before awkwardly pointing at herself. Marcus nodded and Anya was at a loss of words for a moment.

"What? What did I do? Is this about the what happened earlier when I got shot?"

Marcus shook his head no before sitting down on a chair as Anya remained standing, giving Marcus a stern look like her mother always did with men.

"It's just...you seem to be getting a little...bossy. Like, you've been giving out orders even though I'm supposed to, you're having attitudes, and your constantly having your way. It feels like you're becoming...the new me," Marcus told Anya. Anya's mouth dropped and Marcus scooted back a little, fearing he was gonna get yelled at. But surprisingly, she didn't tell.

"Me? Like you? Of course not Marcus! Don't be silly! I'm still me! The same old Anya," assured Anya. Carmine came inside halfway.

"Hey do you guys have anymore bandages?"

"Can't you see we're in a Damn meeting? Wait outside!" exclaimed Anya. Carmine gulped before quickly shutting the door behind him. Anya looked back at Marcus who folded his arms over his chest with a smirk on his face. Anya groaned before running her fingers through her short hair.

"Ok ok fine! Maybe I have become a little controlling. Its not my fault though. I don't know what's coming over me. With you being all nice and not yelling at the soldiers, I feel like I should be the one doing it. And to be honest, it feels kinda good," said Anya. Marcus grinned before standing next to her

"It does doesn't it? Telling people what to do, getting people's attention, etc," said Marcus. Anya nodded.

"But sometimes being in charge isn't what it is all cracked up to be. Dangerous situations, all the stress falls on you. You get upset, don't know what to do, afraid that you will fail. It brings you down a lot."

Anya frowned before nodding in agreement.

"Yeah you got a point. But at least I got a chance to see what it was like for a bit. It felt nice. I would like to do it again. Better though this time," said Anya.

"You'll get your chance soon. I just hope this shooting star comes back soon. Even though I'm enjoying this nice side of me, I still miss my old mean bastard self," said Marcus. Anya giggled.

"I kind of miss it too. You're not still mad about that right?"

"No because I can't get mad. Remember?"

Anya slapped her forehead. "Right I keep forgetting! You're full of nice. Thanks to me."

"Don't worry. Once everything is back to normal, I'll try my best to give you the same satisfaction I'm giving you now."

Anya put on a flirty smile and stood close to him. "You know...speaking of satisfaction...when was the last time we...you know?"

Marcus slowly smiled big as Anya winked at him.

"Why don't we try it out tonight after dinner? I'll wear my favorite pair of cheetah print panties tonight," Anya whispered sexually in his ear. Marcus chuckled before hugging her.

"I'd like that," he whispered back. Anya winked at him again before she walked out the room with Marcus nervously smiling the whole time.

The Gears finally arrived back at Azura after an hour and got off the ship. Hoffman and Bernie were outside, watching them get off the boat and walked towards them. The first thing they saw was Anya's wound and Sam's black eye. Bernie gasped.

"What happened to you girls?" she asked worriedly. Sam thought back about with happened between her and Griffin before she shuddered in disgust and speedwalked past them. Bernie and Hoffman exchanged concerned looks.

"Is she okay?" asked Hoffman. Baird stepped off with Carmine before glancing at Hoffman and Bernie.

"He...I mean she...was almost raped by Griffin but I beat the living crap out of him before he did anything," replied Baird.

"Aw the poor girl. Well I'm glad you was able to be nice enough to rescue her Baird," said Bernie.

"Thanks," he said quietly. Cole jumped off the boat and cracked his neck before rubbing it like it was sore.

"Man after what we been through today, I need a hot bath and a hot meal," complained Cole.

"Well you guys go rest and freshen up. Dinner is almost ready shortly," said Bernie. Everyone nodded before heading inside the hotel. Meanwhile, Sam went inside Baird's room and immediately turned on the shower before taking her shirt off. She looked in the mirror and saw some of the bruises go down but that large black eye around her eye. She sighed before taking the rest of her clothes off and stepping into the warm shower. She stood there for a minute, letting the water just poor down on her hair and down to her feet. She couldn't stop thinking about what happened earlier. She...well Baird was THAT close to having sex with another man! That haunted "Sam" so much. Made her feel so...dirty. Never the same again. After spending ten minutes in the shower, Sam finally got up and wrapped the towel around her waist, exposing her chest. She tried herself off and walked towards the bed, putting on Baird's underwear that was kinda big on her and one of his shirts. Someone knocked on the door three times getting Sam's attention. She walked to the door and opened it to see Baird who was still in COG pants but wearing a t-shirt.

"Yeah?" asked Sam.

"Are you feeling...a little better?"

Sam shrugged before turning around and started working on Baird's project. Baird smirked before shutting the door behind him and standing behind Sam who started hammering something.

"Why don't you come down and have dinner with us? It's Spaghetti night."

Sam shook her head no and remained quiet. Baird frowned.

"Come on Baird. You can use the company," urged Baird. Sam shuddered.

"When you say my name it feels like I have a clone behind me. And also, I don't want to come down. I'm not really hungry. I'm just gonna finish these repairs for people and go to sleep...if I could sleep tonight."

Baird sighed and sat on the bed.

"Look I know what happened to you today was horrible for you as it was for me, but it's over now. Its gonna be tough trying to get over it, but I know you can fight it. You're a strong man Baird. Not a pussy," said Baird. Sam put her hammer down and sighed before facing Baird.

"Alright Sam. I'll come down. Just for a moment to eat and that's it. Then I'm coming back," groaned Sam. Baird grinned before looking at her clothes and frowning.

"Why am I wearing boxers?"

Sam looked at the boxers before shrugging.

"What? I was too lazy to go in your room and grab some clothes. Besides, these are comfortable," replied Sam.

"I'll bring you some clothes. I don't want you wearing that downstairs. It will make me look bad."

"Well it's not like you had any fashion sense when you were in your body Sam," chuckled Sam. Baird smirked before leaving the room. Sam grinned before going back to work. Meanwhile in Carmine's room, Carmine was explaining to Ben and Anthony the whole situation back at the island. The brothers were at a lost of words. Especially Ben.

"So...Baird almost got raped? Oh man...oh man...that's horrible," complained Anthony.

"Tell me about it. But we were able to save him. Sam beat the shit out of Griffin. Like he was unrecognizable," said Carmine.

"Well I'm glad everyone was safe. Especially you Clay! You would had been the third Carmine to die," groaned Ben.

"And you would had been ghost like us. Damn, I wish that shooting star would hurry up already! It feels like ages already!" exclaimed Anthony.

"Just be patient alright. Its gonna show up. I have faith," argued Carmine.

"Right," groaned," Clay just come on. Its never gonna show up! Shooting stars happens every hundred years!"

"Anthony please! Just have FAITH alright!" snapped Carmine. Anthony rolled his eyes before walking outside. Ben sighed before standing next to Carmine who looked pissed off.

"Sorry about all of this Clay. He's been acting like that all day today," said Ben. Carmine leaned on the wall.

"Yeah I can tell. Gosh it's not my fault my wish turned out like this. I wanted to talk to you guys but not as ghosts. I want to touch you guys. Give you guys a hug. Ruffle your hair like I used to. I wanted that," complained Carmine. Ben grinned.

"I wanted that too. But I guess we gotta wait like you said. I mean who knows, it might even show up tonight," said Ben.

"Oh I hope so. I really hope so," Carmine said quietly before stretching," I better hit the shower and go eat with everyone."

"Yeah. I'll go find Anthony," said Ben. Carmine nodded before heading inside the bathroom and shutting the door. Ben went looking for Anthony.