A/N *Peeks out cautiously* Umm Hi…

*Throws chapter and runs*

Own Nothing

Scarlett awoke to a cold floor and a pain in her neck. It took her another moment to realise that there was a blonde beside her. For a heartbeat confusion showed on her face before the awful memories of the night before came flooding back. 'That's right… Nova.'

A groan from beside her alerted her of Reid regaining consciousness. She sat up and looked down at him. In all honesty she could see what Nova saw in the guy. After he had apologized the two had talked and Scarlett realized that he was actually a nice guy deep down, and, well, he was kind of hot…

A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. "What?" she called.

The door opened to reveal Pogue. The familiar fluttering of her heart at the sight of the biker banished all thoughts of Reid from her mind. He raised an eyebrow at the pair, "You slept on the floor together?"

Reid and Scarlett exchanged a look. "Yeah… it seemed like a good idea at the time." She said, rubbing the back of her neck. Reid arched his back, mumbling in agreement.

Pogue smirked at the two, "Ty and Caleb are covering for you Reid but I can't guarantee that Mrs Sphinx will let you get out of writing that essay, so you have an hour to get ready and get back to class."

Reid sighed and stood, stretching before reaching his hand out to Scarlett. She took his hand and smiled as he pulled her to her feet. "I better go get ready." Reid said reluctantly, as he passed Pogue he paused, looking back at Scarlett who was now remaking Nova's bed the blonde whispered, "Look after her."

"Always." Pogue said and Reid had no doubt in his mind that the older guy meant it.

After the younger had left Pogue took a step further into the room. The sound of paper creasing caused both occupants to look for the source. Beneath Pogue's foot was an envelope. Picking it up he held it out to her, "It's for you Scarlett."

She smirked, "Yeah gathered that since it's my room." She teased as she took the envelope. Opening it her smirk faded as she read its contents.

Scarlett,

I think it's time to put the cards on the table don't you? Meet me in the library tonight at nine o'clock so we can talk. Come alone and leave the truth serum behind this time.

I don't want to fight. I just want to talk.

D. Beamster

"Well… what does it say?" Pogue asked. Scarlett handed it to him and walked to one of the boxes on one side of the room, she still hadn't gotten around to unpacking yet.

Pogue's POV

After reading the letter the biker ran his hand through his hair before looking back to Scarlett, "Are you going to go?"

"I think so." Scarlett replied as she sorted through the boxes content. "I mean I didn't exactly give him a change to explain last night and maybe if I had of just taken the time to listen things wouldn't have turned out like they did." She swallowed hard and purposely avoided his eye.

Pogue walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Scarlett… what happened to Nova wasn't your fault and thinking about the 'what if's' won't help." He said gently.

She looked down, "I know."

Pogue kissed her forehead, lingering longer than a friend would.

After a few seconds though Scarlett pulled back; the smile on her face couldn't hide the redness that rimmed her eyes. Looking down at the woman before him Pogue took a moment to simply see her. After everything she had been through, losing her brother, never knowing a loving mother, never having a proper home because she was always on the run, losing her best friend – not once but twice and both times at the hands of the people that were supposed to look after her… and yet she still found the strength to smile.

"You're amazing." He whispered.

"Hardly." Scarlett said blushing. Pushing his shoulder lightly she added, "Now get out so I can change."

Glancing down Pogue realized that the box she had been rummaging through contained only clothes. He smirked, finding it funny that the girl still had not unpacked her things. "Alright I'll be outside." As Pogue walked out of the door he glanced back. Scarlett's back was to him but she had removed her shirt. The arch of her back was smooth and tanned; the muscles she had developed from years of training were subtle but distinguishable. However the soft skin was marred with an array of scars.

As he closed the door softly behind him, those scars lingered in his mind. Though faded by time, the sheer number of scars present on her back worried Pogue. What had Scarlett been put through to obtain so many injuries? Were they accidental? Or had someone done this on purpose?

Her earlier words echoed through his mind… Mercy, in her eyes, was a sign of weakness.

Scarlett's POV

Despite her insistence that she would be fine Pogue and the other Sons of Ipswich had insisted on going with Scarlett to the library that night. After a further hours' worth of heated negotiations Scarlett had made the four protective boys agree to wait outside while she met with Demetri on the condition that 'if shit hits the fan I'll call you for help'.

She was now walking into the dark library, the boys wandering around the perimeter of the building.

The library was eerily quiet as the usually busy corridors were now empty of students and staff. As she approached the main desk a light caught her eye. Following it to the source she found one of the back offices with its door open, light streaming through with the closed blinds.

Extracting the dagger from the sheath at her waist – taking care to do so as quietly as possible – Scarlett took a slow breath to steady her nerves. Stepping up to the threshold she waited patiently.

Demetri sat calmly behind the desk. He wore casual clothing, black jeans and a dark red shirt that fit loosely on his frame and could conceal any number of weapons. Despite the tension that crackled through the air between them the man still managed to smile pleasantly at her. "I half expected you not to turn up." He said casually.

Scarlett shrugged, "Like you said, time to put the cards on the table."

He nodded in agreement before gesturing to the seat across from him, "Please."

Scarlett sheathed the blade once more, watching as Demetri's eyes followed the movement, the action a silent reminder that she could and would fight back if he tried anything. Sitting she looked at him with a false smile, "Forgive my bluntness but what are you? An angel?"

"A Halfling actually. Half human, half angel on my fathers' side." He explained. At her nod Demetri continued, "You're turn. You're not a witch but you're definitely not human. What are you?"

"I'm… complicated." Scarlett said slowly, "I'm… for lack of a better term… an elemental hybrid."

Demetri looked at her thoughtfully, "I don't think they have ever heard of someone like you."

"They?" She echoed.

"The Arch angels. They're the higher ups that give me my assignments." He explained, his voice was reluctant and guarded; clearly not wanting to say too much about these Arch angels.

"What kind of 'assignments'?" Scarlett asked, still trying to keep up the friendly facade.

Demetri didn't answer at first. "I'm a witch hunter." He finally admitted. When Scarlett didn't reply he continued, "I was sent here to eliminate four male witches… your friends."

"I see." She said coldly. "You realize of course that if you try to harm them I will kill you."

"I realise that you will try." Demetri said, dropping the friendly demeanour and matching her tone just as coldly. The tense moment seemed to stretch a lifetime before he continued, "However we seem to have a common enemy, Chase Collins."

"What do you know about Chase?" Scarlett demanded.

"He was believed to be dead, but it seems his death was greatly exaggerated." Demetri said.

"Not exactly."

Despite her better judgement Scarlett began to explain the truth about Chase, making sure to only tell him the essentials. After all, while he may have been sent here to eliminate her friends Demetri had still chosen to be honest with her, the least she could do was return the favour.

Besides there was something about the look in his eyes when he talked about killing. True killers didn't look away when they talked about killing, they didn't flinch, they didn't pause. Demetri looked down for a split second, the moment too quick for the untrained to eye to catch, when he spoke about his 'assignments'.

In that split second Scarlett could see the type of man Demetri was. Yes he was a killer, but he felt remorse for his kills, the guilt and regret was plain in his eyes. His eyes were not cold… like hers.

Pogue's POV

Pogue looked around, rubbing his hands together briskly to try to get some heat back into them. Caleb stood beside him, his eyes constantly scanning the area for threats or other prying eyes.

"I don't like this." Pogue said matter of factly.

"I know. You said that before. Twice." Caleb said calmly.

"Because I really don't like this." He grumbled.

"We have the front and back exits covered, the only way in and out of the building. If something happens I'll be able to sense it. And Scarlett is a trained fighter. Relax, everything will be fine." Caleb reassured in an even tone.

"Yeah," Pogue repeated quietly, "Everything will be fine."

No One's POV

Balthazar smiled at the two young boys before him, both completely oblivious to his presents.

The blonde paced back and forth, complaining loudly about 'how long it was taking'.

The black haired boy, the youngest in the angel remembered correctly, sat patiently, listening to the older.

Balthazar waited until the blonde had his back to the younger before he flew forward, his wings propelling him quickly towards his target. Grabbing the young boy by the back of his neck the angel drew his silver sword.

"Tyler! No!" the blonde screams echoed through the night.

A/N Oh Snap! What's gonna happen to Tyler! You'll just have to wait and see!

Also hope you all had an awesome holiday season!