A/N: Okay, you guys, happy American Thanksgiving and all, but I just thought of this amazing idea that I really think you're going to like and I just had to write it now! I've never stated when an episode would end, but this is definitely the end of an episode! Enjoy!

Mads parked Sutton's car at her house, not wanting to leave it at the airport.

"Mads!" She looked up from the trunk of the car and saw Char, several bags in hand and dressed like a seventies rocker.

"Char? Oh my... What are you wearing?"

Char looked down at herself and quickly looked back up. "Oh, yeah, it's a long story. I think it involves Alice Cooper."

Mads nodded, a fake smile on her face. "Interesting."

"So, um, I've been here for five hours, and I need to get out of here."

"Good timing, Char. I'm off to Los Angeles, and it seems like so many things are keeping me behind." Mads put her things back in the car.

"Like what?"

Mads hesitated.

"Twin stuff?"

She sighed. "Yeah."

Char tilted her head. "You're not gonna ask how I know?"

"Hey, if you want to leave by now, then you've run into Sutton."

"I should be mad at you, Mads. You kept this from me, too."

"Char! I just found out, you know that I would've told you!"

Char smiled. "I'm kidding. So, tell me about Jordan on the way to the airport."


The dark, heavy door was pushed open, loud and creaky. A figure, sitting in the dark, turned towards the door, one arm's shadow looking thicker than the other.

The person at the door smiled down on him, shutting the door behind her.

"Hello, my pet," a soft voice murmured beautifully.

"Pet? Why, that's not at all condescending."

"Oh, you never fail to make a laugh out of a terrible moment."

The figure stood. "You say meeting me after such a long while is a terrible moment?"

The one at the door stepped forward, still in the shadows. "Why must you speak in such a formal matter? It's not you."

"Oh, I'm just relaying your own style back to you. My pet."

"You're funny."

"Thank you."

They both stepped forward, pressing foreheads, and moving out of the shadows.

"Beau." The one who walked through the door murmured.

"Rebecca."

"So I understand you've met my daughter," Rebecca uttered as Beau kissed her neck.

"Mmm."

"What did you think?" She asked, her hand on his neck.

"Knowing she's not mine is as threatening as knowing how well you know my wife," Beau lifted his head, facing her pouting lips. "Hey. Hey, she's perfect."

"Well, I don't appreciate your comment about Jay, but thank you." Rebecca looked down. "So, um, how is she?"

"Now, are you trying to make me jealous?"

"No, no. Never mind." Rebecca quickly kissed him before bringing up a new subject. "So you're still wearing that blue cast, huh?"

"Mmm, my arms broken, I have to wear it," Beau, lifted up his other hand and used it to push up Rebecca's chin.

"Well, umm, that day I told a nurse to keep Ethan and Baz from the hospital? She said someone paid her. Someone who had a blue cast."

Beau sighed and stepped back. "Look, I bailed you out of jail so I could see you more, see you like this. Jay gets back in two days, what are you gonna do then?"

"Beau..."

He scoffed. "Look, if you only wanted to get out of jail because of her, fine by me. But I don't appreciate being used!"

"Hey! What's gotten into you? I didn't use you! I miss you and-"

"I miss you, too."

"Well, I guess I'm just a booty call to you, because I miss talking to you."

"What does that mean? I miss talking to you too, but I think we should just get this over with!" Beau, looked at her, sadness in his eyes.

"Get it over with? I haven't seen you since Santa Barbara, and you want to get it over with?"

"Rebecca!"

"There's a lot to go over, and I think we can do both!"

Beau sighed. "Well, you're wrong."

He used his one strong hand to grab her, and pushed her into his room, lips on her the entire time. Beau pushed her on the bed and landed on top of her, stopping her from moving. Rebecca was biting down on her lip, trying to stop herself from screaming. Beau started moving up and down, knocking out the one light source, a small candle, from its table.

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving, my American friends! I hope you enjoyed, I was struck by the holiday idea!