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Chapter 53: Father, Families & Accidents

-Willy Wonka's POV--

The elevator was going in so many directions at the moment; she lost her bearings and met his curious violet gaze. He concentrated on those familiar blue eyes and felt his temper slowly diminishing to a dull annoying thought. He ignored the fact that they were rapidly approaching the exit within the roof of the factory and pulled her into a warm kiss, feeling her start at first and then return the intense kiss. "Demetrius is going to be dealt with now." He then pulled back seeing a familiar query burning within her expression and watched her grasp on him the minute the elevator left and started the usual drop before again rising to the sky and pausing.

"Willy…" She paused considering they were outside the factory in an all too familiar form of transportation. "…what are you doing?" she breathed ignoring the height and meeting those dark amethyst eyes.

"I'm going to stop off at my fathers place and talk to one of his lawyer friends." He took a soft breath and closed his eyes briefly. "If that doesn't work…I am going to have to take matters into my own hands, and please don't start." He whispered seeing her about to protest and then stop, her eyes half-lidded in thought.

The rest of the ride was in deep silence, Orianna too lost to enjoy the scenery again. It was a bit cooler then she remembered and she found herself wrapped tightly in Willy's arms, her thoughts rushing out of control.

Thud

--Original POV--

"We're here." I glanced up at his soft voice and noticed Dr. Wonka was waiting outside his front stoop, with a blanket in hand and far too serious expression. "I want you to go with dad, while I talk with his friend." I nodded watching him walk off into the house and stood outside the elevator, still trying to process what was happening.

"Here you are Orianna." I glanced up startled by Dr. Wonka's warm greeting and smiled feeling the blanket wrapped around my shoulders. "Come inside…I'm sure we should talk about what my sons planning." For once I agreed with someone and followed him slowly across the abandoned area, ignoring the leaves crunching idly under my feet and the threat of snow flakes brushing past my nose.

I was led into an entry hall, decorated simply with a fireplace off to my left and a familiar voice talking. Dr. Wonka led me within the hall and off to the right of a flight of stairs, where a white and pale blue kitchen awaited us. I was seated in the pale blue metal style chairs, taking in the strangely plane kitchen and watched Dr. Wonka preparing tea on the stove, his stern face softened slightly with concern and eyes thoughtfully gazing out the window in front of him. I shifted in my chair allowing my hair to fall over my face and lowered my head to stair at my feet, I knew in my heart that Willy wouldn't do anything overly rash, but he did have a tendency to be a bit on the dramatic side and that was what was worrying me.

I listened to light steps and lifted my head to find a warm cup of tea before me; I hadn't even heard the whistle from the teapot. "What's happening Orianna?" I met his soft stern gaze and recoiled slightly at the worried look that probably mirrored my own.

Softly I started to explain the events that had taken place since he left the factory, including things that most would probably consider irrelevant to the current issues going on at the present moment. I then told him of the articles I had the privilege of reading, which made me feel my face souring into a puckered look. After finishing the tale I was a bit worried he would consider telling me that me and his son wouldn't work together, it was a familiar fear starting to rear its ugly head again.

"I hope Alastair will help Willy come to a better conclusion, I don't foresee him taking matters into his own hands helpful." For a moment I was half tempted to ask him to repeat that, but I noticed by the small curve of his lips he had apparently read into my fidgeting more then I had thought. "I've seen my son happy, I like what you have brought out in him and I don't want anything to change that. Did William ever state that you may worry a bit too much?" I smiled nodding in response to that.

"Too often actually." I lowered the cup to the table and turned to the familiar sound of the front door shutting and the tapping of Willy's cane. "I hope for the better." I whispered seeing his gaze turn immediately to the kitchen entrance.

Willy's expression was far from happy, but I noticed the hardness had left his expression. Whatever had happened it hadn't been the best of news, but it had sufficed for the time being. Slowly he sat down on my opposite side and watched his father return with his tea in hand.

"What did Alastair have to say William?" I noticed Willy's nose twitch at the way his father addressed him, but his gaze met his with a brief smirk.

"He's going to do some digging and have a harassment issue presented against Demetrius, he said for now wait and see how that goes. He wouldn't recommend I take things into my own hands at this juncture in time." His gloved hands come to rest around his cup, violet eyes lowering to the table lost in troubled thoughts.

"I'll call down and let the Bucket's know you two will be a bit late arriving back at the factory…I'm ordering in dinner and you two sort this out." Dr. Wonka smiled slightly and exited the kitchen leaving his son and future daughter-in-law to sort things amongst each other.

--Willy Wonka's POV--

"Subtle dad." Slowly his violet gaze rested on his fiancé, seeing she was huddled in a navy blue blanket and studying the kitchen table, head lowered and to the side. Her gaze had trained on him in concern, but she had yet to say anything.

"Orianna?" She slowly lifted her head, her eyes more alert to his presence; he could see her mind working overtime and felt a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "It isn't funny." He tried hard to force his smirk away, but couldn't seem to do so.

She felt the familiar aggravated twitch in her expression, but held back her annoyance. "I don't find this at all amusing William Wonka." That killed the familiar underlying smirk hidden in his face, which promptly followed with a startled look. "I know you too well and judging by the way you were acting, you left out something when you told your father…" she paused meeting his familiar violet gaze. "…what?" she settled herself in a straightened position, her arms tightening the blanket around her.

"You do realize you've learned far too much about me Starshine." He noticed that the familiar pet name and tone of amusement wasn't getting him anywhere at the moment.

"Willy…you do realize that I don't care? Stop avoiding me and answer the question…" she paused considering her options. "I can always ask your dad to help." She noticed his eyes lower slightly, but also could see the amused spark in his gaze.

"I promise it isn't anything rash." He glanced up at the sound of his father greeting someone at the door and realized they were officially stuck until after dinner, and she wasn't letting him off with just that as an answer.

--Original POV-

"Rash…do you even know what would be?" I felt like throttling him for the first time in a very long while. "Willy…define that." I was in no mood for games, riddles, or his usual gimmicks of avoiding straight answers.

"Demetrius is slandering you…what do you think I would define as too rash?" there was a faint gleam within those violet eyes and I knew the answer then and there.

"Nothing, except taking his life and that's the problem. Let your father's lawyer try his ideas first…I don't want to marry you inside a prison and I especially don't want you to have that demented side shown to anyone other then your little Oompa Loompa's, myself and clearly you can't hide it from your father." He scowled slightly at me, before I felt a small smile twitch into my expression. "You do know that we both love you and that we both will interfere if you get to smart for your own…

"Good." I smiled seeing Willy turn, his brow rising in his father's direction. "You have a very wise fiancé there William…take her advice." He then proceeded to move about the kitchen collecting dishes for the current pizza delivered and smiled at my risen brow. "I see she also has some of your more amusing quirks." I felt my face tint slightly, but shrugged ignoring the amused giggle beside me.

"You have no idea dad." I poked at Willy, watching him catch my wrist before I could continue. "I don't know how long though I can stand for him slandering this…" he paused considering something a bright smile lighting his expression. "…I could always put my future mother-in-law in a room with him and see who fairs better."

"Willy." I said in a startled tone, watching Dr. Wonka glance at us in confusion. "Don't get my mom mad." I stated clearing up the perplexity within his expression and giving my future husband a dirty look. "Besides you seen her on a good day." I wagged my brow seeing him turn slightly green at that announcement.

Dinner went rather interestingly after that, which included stories from when Willy was a kid and clearly he wasn't happy with the topic of discussion. I felt my heart ache slightly for him when Dr. Wonka stated a few less then amusing stories; I especially detested the one where Dr. Wonka had to spend an hour removing various mud, and other debris from Willy's braces. I kept my opinions to myself, but I honestly knew exactly what he went through, I had always been the slightly nerdy one and on the chubby side, I had outgrown the chubbiness, but was still a bit nerdy at heart. That was a perfect excuse for kids to be mean, and strangely enough some kids just never outgrew that aspect of their lives and I still had a great dislike for them today.

"Dad." Willy felt like crawling under the table when Dr. Wonka brought out the dreaded baby pictures. "Dad that isn't necessary…please." He begged with those soft violet eyes, his face changing into a sour pout.

I smiled at the grumpy disposition within his expression and smiled. "My mom hasn't shown mine yet, trust me…I know exactly how you feel." He flushed slightly at the story behind his rather interesting stunt running in the nude around the house, and ignored my amused look.

"He was always one to go his own way, I'm actually proud he did so." Dr. Wonka smiled and returned the album back to its place, watching Willy and I settle within the main room in front of the fire, I snuggled in his arm and noticed Dr. Wonka proceed to tell of some more of his interesting escapades growing up. "It's rather late…I'm sure you want to go home." He murmured seeing I had dozed slightly on Willy's arm and started awake. "I hope you visit again…under better circumstances." He then escorted Willy and me out into the light snow covered grounds and watched us climb into the elevator.

I handed over the blanket and wrapped myself securely against Willy saying goodbye. Once we were airborne again and headed home, I felt Willy resting his chin on my head and closed my eyes content to just snuggle.

--Willy Wonka's POV--

"He said he was proud of me." Willy smiled feeling her tightening her arms around him and noticed she happened to look straight down. She had been with him for almost a full year now; it would be in about a week. He recalled the chocolate spider incident and shook his head slightly at the idea of Halloween. He would have to keep her clear of that part of the Halloween room again.

"Willy?" she glanced up meeting those familiar violet eyes and studied him carefully. "You had school life as bad as I did…how did either of us turn out for the better?" he appeared startled by this, but then focused on her expression and realized she was serious. "My nickname is school was free Willy, earthquake, two ton, Godzilla and more I could care less about mentioning…Nelly can vouch." She noticed his expression darken slightly and wondered if it was such a hot idea to mention that.

Willy started to ask something and then stopped. "I guess you are right Starshine." He pulled her tighter seeing the factory ahead and noticed with a cringe that reporters were still lined outside the gates of the factory.

--Original POV--

"Leeches." I growled taking notice to the candles and flashlights. "This is going to be a long; long annoying…I hate reporters." I gave up, what good did it do to complain about something that would never stop.

"Except for Hillary." I nodded in agreement with him and brushed his hair from his face, kissing him softly and wishing that just for the moment the reporters had forgotten we existed.

Once we were back in the factory, he decided it was a good time to go do a bit of checking on rooms, and some maintenance. We checked on several familiar rooms before pausing outside one I would have rather forgotten.

Crash!

We both bolted from the elevator at the sound of the crash, finding ourselves outside the Halloween room. Willy was the first to enter the room and cringed at the sight of one of the machines now being turned off and the tipped over Halloween batches of candies scattered among the floor. "Where are…" I yelped in surprise jumping up on an overturned massive barrel, thankful it was flat on the bottom and pointed at the hundreds of candy spiders crawling across the room.

"Stay there." Willy was instantly in work mode, helping clear up the mess.

"Duh." I practically moaned staring at them crawling and wriggling chocolate annoyances around the room. "I hate spiders…even if they are chocolate." I curled within my knees watching him work and the rapid clean up of the room.

An hour later he walked over brushing any remainder of the candy critters from his person and offered me his hand. I eyed him like he was the plague and he carefully examined himself and nodded impatiently. I slowly reached out for his hand and retracted it watching one crawl quickly up his sleeve in a mad escape attempt.

"Ew." I shuddered watching him smirk taking the eight legged critter between his fingers and dangling it briefly away from his face. "Déjà vu…and not even close to being adorable Willy." he shrugged returning the candy menace to its storage bin and again offered her his gloved hand. "No." I shook my head not trusting the room or whether he still had some hidden friends.

"Do I have to lift you off of that barrel and drag you to bed?" He smirked at the faint startled sound from Oompa Loompa's at his feet, watching them disappear before he had the chance to start teasing any of them.

"Probably." I mumbled meekly, before glancing around the room and shuddering again.

"Mumbler." He retorted watching me focus on him and snort at the too familiar comment. "Come on Starshine." Reluctantly I accepted his hand and gingerly climb my way to the floor. "I wouldn't be surprise if Hades herself wasn't waiting for you for some reason or another." I smiled briefly at the mention of Nelly and followed him back to the elevator, we ended up in the chocolate room and sure enough he was right.

Nelly glanced up from her perch near the chocolate river talking with Taylor and Charlie, before running up to us both and nearly crumpling the familiar mass of papers in her hand. Her dark gaze was hardened in fury and Taylor also looked ready to rip apart someone.

"HOW COULD HE." She screeched, watching Charlie make a beeline for the house and ducking out of sight. "THAT EGOTISTICAL, MANIPULATIVE, POMPOUS, EGO…

"Ego driven jackass." Taylor finished, pulling himself from his position on a candy rock and joining us.

I glanced at Willy and rubbed my ears tiredly at Nelly's incisive way of screeching about each of our problems. "I know." Willy watched Nelly glance back and forth before she crossed her arms.

"No wonder Selina hasn't stopped." She glanced up in time to see Charlie run off to find his grandparents, face in pure terror. "Mrs. Bucket gave up." I watched Mrs. Bucket come walking tiredly down to greet us, and noticed my mother not far from stomping after her.

"Hello dear…Willy." She greeted with a warm smile.

"Mom?" my mother stopped in her tracks and scowled, finally allowing a sigh of surrender to escape. "He will get what he deserves…any word from Aunt Margo or anyone else for that matter?" she nodded showing me a list of people who already announced they would be with us, it not only included Aunt Margo and a few other relatives, it also included my cousins Duncan and his little brother Barclay. "Duncan?"

"Yes Duncan…I just wish Barclay was staying home. He's a menace and you know it." She smiled watching Nelly wrinkle her nose and sigh at Taylor's amused expression.

"Duncan and Barclay?" Willy glanced at me with a concerned look.

"Duncan is an artistic type, loves literary things and art. He's going to school to direct films or going into drama…he isn't sure and Barclay…

"Is a jock menace that always beat on his older brother and still is a menace." Nelly retorted spitefully, before seeing my mother raise a brow.

"He tends to be a bit pushy." I offered weakly, before ignoring the dark look Nelly had to offer. "Anyway Duncan will love it here…Barclay might resemble Mike with his violent tendencies." I groaned tiredly at the amused look on his face and wondered what was going through his mind.

"We could always make him pint size?" I turned tickling him and watched him jump about a mile away from me, before seeing my mother and the others disappearing in their own directions for the night.

"He might have outgrown that by now…and a pint size cousin to send back to his mother wouldn't be wise." I glanced around the darkened chocolate room and brushed at the candy snow slowly sprinkling across us. "Why are the shakers on already?" he glanced up wiping some of the sugar from his face and smirked.

"Testing a new style of sugar, I want to see how Nelly likes a sugar snowball fight." I crossed my arms giving him a once over and shook my head, a small smile crossing my face.

"She will bury you in this candy room somewhere." He shrugged wondering what else would have to be tended to before he could be happy with the woman before him.

Tiredly they made their way back to the elevator and his room; it wasn't long before she found herself comfortably asleep within his arms, most concerns momentarily dissipating into her dreamland.

--Other POV--

"I swear I hate that man…I'm in total agreement with Nelly, I will gladly use my fists on him." Duncan was still studying the chocolate room around him, and watching the Oompa Loompa's with a queer look on his face. He then focused on the conversation his brother was having with Taylor and Nelly.

Duncan realized what had been said and nodded in agreement. "I think what Willy is doing with this lawyer is a safer option Barclay." Duncan ruffled his fingers through his short brown spiked hair, blue eyes focusing on the others before him. He brushed at his black jeans and green sweater before smiling slightly.

"What's so funny bro?" Barclay brushed his blond hair from his blue eyes and focused on the amused expression written all over Duncan's face. He wore a dark blue sweater and black jeans, which did nothing to hide his slightly husky disposition.

"What Selina will do if she gets her hands on Demetrius." Duncan finally allowed his curiosity to win out and walked down to the edge of the chocolate river, observing Oompa Loompa's working on a candy apple willow.

Nelly shook her head and focused on the strangely for once calm jock before her. "Barclay…how come you guys come out so early?" she watched Duncan jump back from one of the workers who fell at his feet and leaned down to see if he was alright.

"Duncan wanted to be here for Orianna…he's been keeping up with things since we got the invitation. I wanted to be here to clobber the jerk whose been messing with my cousin." He closed his fist and slapped it irritably into his palm. "I finally out grew some of my less then pleasant tendencies…but I still like hitting things." He grinned impishly watching Duncan return with a slightly confused look on his face.

"This place is amazing…it fits Orianna so well." Duncan turned to the sound of Charlie calling them to breakfast and followed the others to the Bucket house.

--Original POV--

Emilee and Gregory calmly woke the tired couple and served breakfast, before leaving them to tend to whatever they had to that morning. Ben slipped in tucking a note under my breakfast plate, before scrambling from the room. I gave Willy a look and saw him feign innocence.

"Willy cut poor Ben some slack will you…he's going to develop a twitch every time you look at him." I leaned into his arm around my shoulders and pulled out the note, reading it quickly.

Nelly told me to inform you and Mr. Cocoa Bean that you have visitors here to defend your honor…and that the jock finally grew up.

I put the note on the side of the breakfast tray, before chewing a chunk of green apple. "This could be an interesting morning I think." Willy stopped reading the papers he was half tempted to ball into one massive chunk and toss into the familiar purple flames within the room.

"Why?" I shrugged, starting to climb from bed and felt arms slowly pulling me back into place laying across his chest and feeling lips claim mine. "Again why?" he smirked seeing my expression was impish, which meant I had a very interesting thought going through my mind and for once it didn't involve not leaving the room.

"You'll see…let me up." I attempted to squirm free, but found his grip tightening. "I will get Ben to get 'Hades' as you so kindly call Nelly." He smirked at the threat, but relented allowing me to climb to my feet.

An hour later I found myself pulling on a violet long sleeved peasant top, and attempting to find a pair of slacks I liked, finally settling on a tan pair and pulling my hair back with a matching headband. Willy emerged into the room wearing a deep red suit with black trim, brushing at invisible lint as always and smirking at my curious look.

Before I could get out two words, he pulled me into a warm kiss and slowly led the way to the elevator, catching me before I went down on an all too familiar floor. "Didn't this happen before?" I smacked his arm and walked to the elevator, watching him nearly go on his own back forgetting it was shut.

"You were saying love?" He giggled and gave me one of his 'not amusing' looks before we both climb into the elevator.

Gliding through the familiar sounds and colors of the factory, I started to remember just how much fun my cousin Duncan could be and hoped Willy could handle the chaos. I pulled him into the chocolate room the minute the elevator let out the familiar ding and there stood Nelly using poor Duncan as a leaning post, and Taylor was attempting to squirm from Barclay's headlock, laughing his ass off.

"Who?" Willy stopped raising a brow when Nelly jumped on Barclay's back and force the three of them to land in a heap.

"Duncan…you gave Nelly sugar." I smirked seeing him raise his hands in innocence and then point around the room. "Right…maybe Willy did." I smiled turning to Willy and laced his hand with mine. "These are my cousins Duncan and Barclay, who is the large lump under Nelly and Taylor." I smiled when he stuck out his tongue at me and attempted to throw both Nelly and Taylor from his back, succeeding before climbing to his feet.

"Hiya cuzzie." I felt a bone breaking hug and was off my feet before Willy could say boo. Barclay then set me down and I received a gentler hug from Duncan. "Nice to meet you Mr. Wonka…I hope Nelly hasn't mangled you too much with her candy addictions and all." I winced watching Nelly let him have a vicious punch to the arm, which he turned and rubbed the opposite shoulder. "That all ya got Nells?"

Nelly scowled at Willy who was giggling and failing miserably at hiding it. "Barkie…you are dead." She then took off after Barclay who was long gone and still going.

"Duncan is the sane one." I watched Willy watching the other pair with interest.

Duncan turned back to Willy and me with a small smile. "Not really…I just pretend to be the sane one." I watched Willy lean down and sign with Gregory, something appeared to be extremely wrong and made me a little concerned. "Taylor…go rescue your girlfriend." He ignored his brother and the others seeing I was worried about Willy and what was happening. "Orianna?"

Willy stood there waving his hands in a familiar fashion, while Gregory seemed to grow more and more frantic by the minute. Willy then turned to me, clasping both my hands and seeing Duncan gently catch my shoulder.

--Willy Wonka's POV--

Willy took a deep breath and met her gaze. "Your aunt Margo arrived to visit and the hotel where I have everyone set up for the time being until the factory is ready called…" he kept her hands tightly clasped in his. "…She called saying that we need to get there, something happened with Nelly's friends Addie and Fay were in a car accident. She told us not to tell Nelly and for you to get down there now." Duncan felt his mouth open in surprise and then glanced at Nelly laughing hysterically at Barclay using Taylor like a rag doll.

"I'll keep her distracted…go ahead." Duncan hugged me again, before Orianna nodded following Willy outside the chocolate room and gathering her coat.

--Original POV--

I was lost deep in my own thoughts, dodging the familiar water puddles at my feet and holding Willy's hand like it was the only thing anchoring me down to earth. I ignored the flashing lights and bloodsuckers outside the gates, slipping into the black limo with Willy and wrapped my arms around him tightly. "Why would Aunt Margo want me to come to the hospital for Nelly's friends? They hate me and her even more." I kept my thoughts focused one what possible reasoning there was behind this adventure and was aware of a hand slowly circling around my back and leaned up snuggling in the crook of his neck.

Willy glanced out through the tinted windows as the world went by and sighed. "These friends are the ones that blame Margo's actions on you?" I nodded aware of his hair brushing my face and attempting to pull back from his neck long enough to meet his violet gaze. "Why would she ask you to come then?" I shrugged watching his pensive expression.

"I wondered the same thing; I didn't even know Aunt Margo was traveling with them." I sat back in the seat and leaned into his arm. "Why me?" I groaned tiredly and wondered how much more I could take before the wedding, which the date was still undetermined.

I didn't mind my relatives coming for short visits to meet Willy, but why couldn't they just wait until the wedding? I was tired, annoyed and wondering what reason my Aunt had to bring people she had turned against me and ask me to help. I listened to the car slowing and realized we were outside of the hospital, and thankfully Willy had the sense to hide around back and away from the reporters already lined outside. Word got around faster then rain in this place.

Willy helped me from the car and we both started toward the brown brick building with sterile looking white rooms, tiles, furniture and the smell of antiseptics. We both paused at the nurses' station and I proceeded to explain what was going on and who I was. With considerable effort and a frustrated lecture later, we were lead to a private room in the back of what appeared to be the busy emergency room, again all white and tan and as dull feeling as the dark sky now forming outside. I stopped in my tracks seeing Aunt Margo was slumped over her knees staring at two women in hospital beds. One girl was conscious and immediately scowled turning away from my entrance.

Aunt Margo had short dark hair and soft green eyes, which were currently blurred and focused anywhere but us. Her red sweater looked as though it had seen better days, and her brown slacks had what appeared to be splatters of mud at the bottoms. She heard the sound of Willy's cane click and was alert to the new presence in the room.

"B-Orianna?" I nodded startled when she was on her feet and wrapped around me in minutes, Willy stepped back curiously and watched what was going on in surprise. "Thank you for coming honey." I glanced skyward in defeat, wishing she wouldn't be so over dramatic and wishing Addie would stop giving me the death glare from hell, Fay was still unconscious from what I could gather.

"I need to go see the doctor, stay with Addison and Fay please." She then glanced up at Willy and smiled briefly. "Hello." She then ducked around my fiancé and headed to the nurses station.

"I'll get out the proper intro…when she comes back." I noticed the hard fire driven brown gaze still focused on me and watched Addie flip her raven waist length hair over her shoulder with effort. "Addie…don't even act like that. I know for a fact Nelly told you everything and my mother…

"Which was just for your sake, Margo's a peach compared to you." I took a sharp breath and considered she was hurt, before I throttled her. "I know Margo's not really a peach, but you didn't exactly come to Nelly's rescue when Margo attempted to pull her school records for another college of her choosing did you?" I walked to the side of the bed, feeling Willy's arm resting lightly on my shoulder. "So happy with your new fiancé you forgot…

"She didn't know about this…Addison." Willy hesitated a minute and realized it was all he could actually say to her. "I have Nelly at my factory right now, which Margo probably failed to mention…she's been spending her time with us and Taylor. And making my life hell, but I wouldn't have it any other way." She regarded Willy curiously, watching my gaze follow between the both of them.

"Interesting." All three of us looked over to see Fay was awake, her short spiky blonde hair wild and green eyes focused on us intently. "Nelly didn't tell us where she was going, just she was going away from Margo…we brought her along only because she insisted Nelly ran away and it was all your fault." She winced studying her broken wrist and cursed avidly under her breath.

"Right." Addie wrinkled her nose and sighed in defeat. "Alright…we don't hate you anymore, but we really don't want Margo to be here and baby us when we leave." She crossed her arms, wincing at the sprain in her shoulder and watching Margo return with an overly chipper disposition.

"You girls can come back to the hotel if you like, unless you would prefer more observation?" Both girls nodded in confirmation. "It's good to be safe instead of sorry; would you mind terribly if I go home and get some rest? I'm sure Orianna would love to visit you for a couple of hours or so. Nelly doesn't know what happened yet, do be gentle dear." I took notice to the warning in her voice and scowled angrily at her on her hasty exit.

"I thought she was more pleasant in her letters." Willy sent her a scathing look on her exit and turned back to three amused looks in the room. "Yes?" he felt suddenly exposed and clicked his cane nervously.

"She isn't." I leaned up kissing him softly and turned to Addie and Fay, they were both immediately getting dressed and ready to leave. "What do you two plan to do?"

"Find a new hotel and hide from your aunt until we can go home." Fay slipped into her black boots and zipped them with her good hand, brushing off her crimson spaghetti strapped shirt and black jeans. "Addie…help." She surrendered in her attempt at slipping her leather jacket on one arm and over her shoulder.

"I'll help." I watched Addie pulling on her black trench coat over white jeans and tan top, before she slipped on her spiked heels and eyed Fay with an amused smile. "Did Margo cause the accident?"

"No, some idiot cut me off and I hit a car coming the other way." Addie then said a few colorful phrases, before focusing on the fidgeting fiancé within the room. "Nelly wasn't kidding…but he does fit you that much is true." I felt a tint in my face, but kept my comments to myself.

Willy glanced at me with a resentful look and sighed. "Are they her mini demons without the pitchforks?" I nodded seeing Fay pretend to be offended, but her evil smile gave her away. "Just peachy…they can surprise Hades, but don't you dare tell her I allowed it." He then slipped from the room, briefly talking with the doctor who was questioning him about the three women in the room.

"I promise I will." Both girls giggled at me, before taking notice to the risen brow and violet eyes saying 'Don't You Dare', I just shrugged and wrapped my arms around his and followed him to the car.