Arthur knocked again, "Celina, are you in there?"

She took a deep breath at the demanding outlaw and nodded although she knew he couldn't see though the door, "Yes, I'm in here." She fastened her pants and tugged on her shirt, "Just give me a minute." After running her fingers through her hair and adjusting her clothes so she would look the best she could given the circumstances, she looked over at Josiah to see that he too now looked presentable. She took another deep breath knowing that there was no way of hiding the previous nights events.

Looking over at Trelawny one more time, she walked to the door and opened it slowly to see Arthur, John, Javier and Hosea all standing right outside together. Her face immediately turned red, she had not at all been expecting the four of them to be right outside her door. Her mouth gaped open, "W-what are you all doing here?"

Hosea shook his head and turned his back to her when Trelawny walked up as well, leaning over her shoulder, "Goodmorning, gentlemen."

John's face was beat red, Javier looked as if the juiciest scandal had just been revealed and Arthur fought to find words, pointing an accusing finger at the two of them, "You're telling me the two of you?"

Celina had no choice but to laugh at the situation, never before had she been caught so red-handed in her life. It was Trelawny who spoke, of course Trelawny would be the one to speak, "Well it would appear so, would it not?" He placed his top hat back on his head, his suit jacket draped over his right arm and left arm supporting him as he leaned against the door frame.

Celina didn't think she had blushed so hard in her life. It was as if the cat had caught her tongue. John spoke up, being almost as red as herself, "So I'm taking it that you and Dutch are done."

She licked her lips nervously but nodded, "Yes, I- I... you know, what are you all here for?"

Javier's brows looked like they could be permanently stuck in the raised position he currently held them at, "Well, I was just trying to get out."

Celina tucked her lips in, "Well.. what about the rest of you? Did something happen to Dutch?" Her heart clenched at the thought, if something- anything had happened to him while she had been gone.

"Nothing happened to Dutch, dear." Hosea turned around again, "We were just coming to check on you but it seems that you are doing well."

She couldn't help but smile once more and glanced at Trelawny briefly, "I haven't been pining over Dutch too much if that's what you're worried about."

Arthur nodded awkwardly and took a step back, "Well," he cleared his throat, "I never thought that the two of you would..."

Javier was less appropriate, "What Arthur is trying to say is that we never thought that this would be what you're doing in your time away."

She felt like she would stay permanately red at that point, "Ok, I know it's... it's not what you were expecting. It just kinda happened. We were drunk and..."

Arthur threw up his hand with a smirk, "I get it, just surprised is all."

"In speaking of surprises," Trelawny moved past Celina smoothly, "I have got a great surprise for all of you, there is a boat I've been scoping out and there will be a high stakes poker game.. several of them actually, going on aboard it. If I'm correct, which I am sure I am, we should manage to pull off quite the heist. The games start in two days so I'll see you out by the garden then if you're at all interested."

"Well of course we're interested," Hosea was the first one to speak and rightfully so, being the other professional conman of the gang.

Josiah perked up at that and looked back over his shoulder at Celina as he decended the stairs with Hosea, "I shall meet you back at your hotel, my dear. I believe we have some talking to do."

Celina waved him off with a smile as he walked out of sight. Arthur spoke again then, turning her attention right back to him, "So, seriously, what the hell was that?"

Celina smirked and shrugged, "Me not thinking about Dutch for the night."

Javier raised a brow, "If Dutch finds out about this, he is going to blow."

"Yea," Celina scoffed, "He's been blowing... Micah's dick."

"What?!" John's voice stood out amongst the other two asking the same question.

Celina laughed and held up a hand, "Not literally! At least, I don't think so." She made a face of disgust and looked back at the bedroom before gesturing into it, "You guys can come in if you want, I kinda need to talk to all of you about something anyway and might be better if we aren't overheard by people we don't know."

The three of them raised their brows and Javier couldn't help but quip, "So you're inviting all of us into your room now... Dutch is going to be really mad."

Celina laughed and shook her head, "He will get over it." She shut the door once all of them were inside, laughing when Arthur stared at the bed, "What?" She ran her hand through her hair, "Don't make this any weirder than it has to be."

Javier shrugged and sat on the edge of the bed, "Kinky." He bounced up and down pervertedly, "So glad I got out."

John was quiet although was observing the three of them, a small smile of amusement upon his own face. Arthur leaned against the door, "I'm just surprised it wasn't me who you turned to."

Celina threw her hands in the air incredulously, "It wasn't planned, you jerks!" She laughed, "What I need to talk to you all about though is something that is planned."

John made eye contact with her, his arm resting on the dresser across the room as he leaned on it, "Something that is planned?"

Celina nodded and sat down on the bed by Javier, and took her gloves off, holding up her tattooed hand so they could all look at it again, Javier seeing the tattoos for the first time. He grabbed her arm lightly and studied her hand, "What is that?"

She was done hiding it.. they were getting closer and closer to the point that they were going to be robbing the Saint Denis bank. She couldn't wait any longer, she had to get together the plan.. the plan to get rid of Micah permanately and if that meant revealing her secret to more of the gang.. then so be it. Who knew? Maybe revealing her secret wouldn't be dangerous like Dutch and Hosea had thought.

Dutch... oh Dutch... She hated him right now about as much as she loved him. Now, now she had actually done something that would hurt him. But he deserved it, right? She felt bad for a moment, guilty. Then she thought back to that kiss he had shared with Molly and she was mad at and heartbroken by him all over again. But she loved him. She answered Javier bluntly, "It's a tattoo and it proves that I am telling you all the truth when I say I'm from the future."

"What?!" Javier leaned back from her as if she had just spouted two additional heads. The look on his face then turned to one of confusion when he looked at John and Arthur, "You guys don't seem surprised."

"Well, actually," John started, "We've known for a while, along with Dutch and Hosea... and Sadie."

Celina nodded in agreeance with John's statement, "I'm probably not going to tell Bill, not because I don't trust him but because I'm worried about his big mouth. I need him in on this too. It's got to seem legit... can't be making anything suspicious."

"What suspicious?" It was so obvious that Javier was confused.

Celina sighed and looked around to each of the guys, making eye contact with all of them, "Leading Micah out to kill him." When all three of their eyes widened, Celina hoped that none of them would be opposed to the idea... or plan as it was, "We have to do this, Micah has to go or Dutch is going to fall, and he's never going to be the same."

"So you want to kill Micah to save Dutch?" Javier was looking over at her, giving her his full undivided attention.

Celina nodded, "Yes, and by saving Dutch, we save the gang. It's the only way to get to a better life."

Arthur rubbed his moustache thoughtfully, "It does sound like the ideal picture, finally find somewhere to lie low.. permanately. Live out our lives.. all of us have a shot at starting our own family."

Celina nodded with a small smile, "Say we get rid of Micah, never get the law on us more than they are now. No one else has to get hurt... go farrrr out west, buy fifty acres or so, build houses... the law will eventually forget about us and we can live in peace."

John perked up too, "Abigail and Jack, we won't be dragging them around anymore."

Javier scratched at his moustache which Celina couldn't stand, he had a stupid moustache, "You talk as if I'd need more of a reason to kill Micah besides him being Micah."

Celina couldn't help but let loose a huge smile, it was going to work, they were going to kill Micah and Celina was going to get the Dutch that she loved back. Sure... he'd be depressed at first, but he wouldn't ever need to know who it was who killed the rat, "So, is that a yes? Are we going to do this?"

John nodded, "I'm in."

Arthur nodded, "Me too."

Javier stood up from the bed, "I guess I'll go talk to Bill. When are we going to do this?"

Celina shrugged, "Soon as possible, we'll figure it out. I've been thinking about this... alot." She ran her tongue over her lips, "And I think that I know the best way to go about it.. if we get Bill on our side, Javier, you and him can ask him to ride with you, or get him to invite himself... whatever. Then Arthur and John can go with you too. Ride out back to the cabin outside of Braithwaite manor that we rescued Trelawny from.. I'll be waiting for you guys there and then we can all jump Micah and string him up like the rat he is."

"That's," Arthur paused, "That's a good plan. You and Wolfman can really think."

She rolled her eyes and flicked Arthur off, "So what do you guys say?"

John stood up straight with a nod, "Yeah, ok. I can't really think of anything better."

Celina shook her head, "Neither can I, like I've said, I have been thinking it through for a bit. Maybe say we don't kill him right away but draw it out a bit. Javier?"

The Mexican nodded, "As I said, I really don't need convincing to see that snake suffer. I would have killed him by now myself if Dutch wouldn't have blew his lid."

"So, as far as Dutch.. My only concern is that he may want to try to come with us and if that's the case, there is no way the plan will be successful. We need to keep Dutch busy, keep him at camp." Celina swallowed, "Then when we come back, we'll blame Micah's death on the Pinkertons and claim that we weren't able to retrieve his body."

John tilted his head to the side slightly, "Remind me to never get on your bad side."

The woman laughed, "I think I'm going to talk to Hosea, see if he can help think of a lie to get Micah out of camp and heading to the cabin with you guys."

Arthur raised a brow, "How is it that the woman who sleeps with Trelawny comes up with a plan like this?"

She shook her head at him, an amused smile fighting it's way onto her face, "I told you I was drunk..." She shrugged, "And, maybe I kinda like him."

Javier perked up, "Wouldn't you say you kinda like me?"

She rolled her eyes and leaned into him, acting as if she were going to kiss him only to pull away at the last second. She smiled mischeviously when he groaned in disappointment, "You're such a tease."

She laughed and moved away from him, "I'm going to go and see if Trelawny and Hosea are done conspiring and see what he wants. Thank you though, you guys... for checking on me... did Dutch say anything?"

The three of them were quiet for a moment, none of them knowing quite what to say. Celina nodded, understanding what their silence meant. Dutch had expressed no interest in coming to see her, "I see. So, is he... with Molly?"

Again silence until John cleared his throat and spoke up, "He was mad, like really mad when you left. Took him a day or so to even start to calm down."

She felt a tear prick at her eyes, "Yea, so he's already over it and back with Molly." She sniffled, "I really love him guys, but I hate him for making me feel like-" her voice broke off and she shook her head, "I won't ever wish misfortune on him and I want to see you all living better lives along with Dutch, I want all of you including him to be happy and safe. I love you guys, and the thought of Dutch and all of you being happy and free makes me happy, although it hurts because of all that's happened it makes me happy."

Arthur stepped forwards with a small, sad smile, "We're here for you. All of us."

"I appreciate that," she tried to fight back her tears and was surprised to feel Javier rest his hand on her back, "But you're his family so I really... I want you guys around. I do, but even this hurts. I just feel distant now."

"I understand," Arthur dipped his head respectfully at his own words, "But I hope that you feel like you can return whenever you want. You are always welcome."

She returned the small, sad smile and stood up from the bed, patting Javier on the shoulder lightly in thanks for his attention, "I don't think I can do that right now or even think about it. But hopefully," She took a deep breath, "Hopefully before long I can come back. I think for right now I'm going to do some traveling with Trelawny but I'll be around and I won't leave until Micah is good and dealt with."

"Well, we still hate to see you go." John was the one who said this, his voice and facial expression proving his words were genuine.

"I know... I know... but how it is now? I really don't think I have much of a choice. If Dutch would quit being an idiot... you guys heard him, make those accusations at me about the thing with the Braithwaites being my doing."

Javier nodded as did John. It was Javier who spoke, "We should have never went through with that."

"No," Celina raked her fingers through her hair, "No you shouldn't have but you did... and it's ok. We'll deal with it one step at a time." She glanced over to the door, "I should get my stuff from my motel before it's check out time."

"Where are you going to go?" Arthur sounded concerned, "You said you're not hitting the road until Micah's dealt with, right?"

She glanced down at the ground in a rather guilty manner, "You can say that I've made... living arrangements here in the city until I head out."

Arthur's mouth about fell open, "You're living with Trelawny now?"

She shrugged, "Why not? I've already seen him naked."

...

"She's fine, Dutch. That is if you care."

Dutch looked over in the direction Hosea approached from, his cigar between his fingers, "Where's this attitude coming from?"

Hosea squinted at him in disbelief and shook his head, "How you treated Celina was wrong." His voice shook, "That is a good girl and how you treated her is wrong, Dutch. If you care about that girl, you need to go to her because she is getting ready to leave here soon."

Dutch's face contorted in confusion, "Getting ready to leave? She already left."

The older man's eyes widened, eyebrows raised, "She's getting ready to leave Saint Denis... with Josiah."

Dutch's face did not change as he raised his cigar to his lips and took another drag from it, "If she wants to travel the country, pulling rabbits out of hats with him then so be it."

"Dutch." Hosea felt sick, everything Celina had told him about how Dutch's future could play out suddenly hitting him harder than before, "Dutch, please. You can't just act like you don't care. If she were Annab-"

"She ain't Annabelle!" Dutch roared at him, his face immediately turning blood red. He took a deep breath at the look of shock on the older mans face, "She ain't Annabelle." His voice softened, "Annabelle is dead."

Hosea swallowed and nodded, "Yes, she is." He shifted his weight from one leg to the other somewhat nervously, "I'm sorry I brought her up, Dutch... I just feel like if you gave Celina a real chance like you did her, she would be good for you. She would be so good for you." Hosea watched Dutch's facial expressions for any sign that he was getting through his thick skull but when he saw none, he sighed, "She didn't betray you, Dutch. And you kissing Molly? That was you making an idiot of yourself. A complete, utter, idiot."

Dutch remained quiet, he didn't know what to say, but when Hosea spoke, he listened. He always at least listened. The old man finally walked away, head hung low in defeat, Dutch never taking his eyes off of him until he was out of sight. The leader sighed and turned on his heel, heading back into the house. It was rare for him to see Hosea act as he just had.

Molly approached him as he made his way through the front room, mouth opened and ready to say something to him. Instead of greeting her, Dutch threw his hand up to silence the city woman, "Not now, Molly."

She stood there still for a second, mouth agape in shock though she shouldn't have been shocked by his actions. She was rendered speechless as she helplessly watched him walk by and up the stairs. Dutch didn't bother to look back at her. He simply didn't care.

At the top of the stairs, he ran his hands over his black hair and tugged at it slightly in stress before entering his room... the room that he and Celina had shared before he had acted like an idiot in Hosea's words. He stared at the empty bed for a moment, picturing the petite woman there as she had been so many times, waiting for him to come to bed. He closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. He had messed up, he had messed up bad.

It was rediculous that behind closed doors he spent last night laying on his side of the bed and staring at the empty spot beside him where she should be. He had done that practically all night, thinking about her... wishing he could change things... trying to be mad at Bill for letting her leave. He was trying to be mad at anyone and everyone expect himself and it just wasn't working.

Dutch sat on the end of the bed and rested his elbows on his knees, his face in his hands, letting out a groan of both emotional and physical exhaustment. Now she was fixing to go away with Trelawny? Trelawny? How had they made plans so soon? She was really comfortable enough to just leave him and the gang behind and go off with the magician? How would be ever be able to know where she was or what she was doing if she was running around with him?

Dutch drug his hand over his face, he needed to do something. Did Celina think that he was screwing Molly? Maybe... probably. He hadn't gotten the chance to explain himself... Molly had been there for him when he wasn't sure if he could trust Celina after the Braithwaite situation and they shouldn't have gotten close again, but they had... when Celina wasn't around. Not sexually... no, they hadn't had sex in months, ever since before Molly got pummled by Celina. But had they kissed? A couple times. He had hated feeling almost dirty for it, knowing that something may have been spouting between Molly and himself again during the short period of time between the day he threw those accusations at her and the day she left.

No sex though, not even after Celina left. He couldn't... He wouldn't.. Dutch groaned again and laid down on the bed, closing his eyes tightly as if to block out even his own thoughts. He opened them slowly when that didn't work and got off the bed in a haste. He had to go see her.

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A/N: There's the next chapter! Sorry it took a little while you guys, I'm trying. I would still expect a few days between updates for right now. Thank you all for the kind, caring comments on my last A/N. I know I didn't reply to all of them but I did read them all and they all meant a lot to me.

Anyway, hope this chapter didn't disappoint anyone and as always, questions, comments and predictions are very much appreciated! I love reading them ?

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