A/N: Okay, this is my first Passions fic… :o) Lovely isn't it? Okay…this was first written WAY back when they were all in Hell… The story takes place when Charity has DIED, DIED, DIED in hell, and out of grief Grace has DIED, DIED, DIED as well. Well, as one of her last wishes, Grace said that she wanted Ethan (who was having boarding problems if you remember) to come and live in the Bennet house. Pardon me if that is misspelled. There are a few couples here… Such as Ethan/New-Old Girl, Ethan/Teresa, Miguel/New-Old Girl, And NOAH/New-Old Girl. Remember, Noah is Sam and Grace's oldest son of whom we have never met on the show, and I'm sick of NOT seeing him, so I am using him, although I no NOTHING what-so-ever about him. :o) Don't you just LOVE fan fiction??

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"Oh god, Artemis…" Ethan sighed, lying back against the pillows, "What are you doing to me?"

"Nothing you never asked for." Artemis smiled up at him.

"What time is it?" Ethan asked, glancing over at the clock, "Aw…"

"It's time for me to go." She pressed a kiss to his temple; "I'll see you later."

"Wait, hold on." Ethan grabbed her hand, "What are you doing today?"

"I told Miguel I'd go on a picnic with him today."

"I hate sharing you." Ethan shook his head.

"But you forget… you have a girlfriend…not to mention your supposed to marry her."

Ethan glared up at her, "How many times must I tell you, it's not going to happen. Teresa won't even talk to me, much less marry me after what happened."

"Ethan…you had a petty argument…big deal." Artemis brushed a lock of hair off his forehead, "Look, get dressed, go down stairs, have a nice breakfast, and go out and do something for yourself."

"Okay." Ethan nodded, "You'll come back over tonight?"

"Right before Chief Bennet gets off his shift." Artemis touched her lips to his, "I'll see you then."

"Goodbye Artemis." Ethan called, as she gathered her clothes, throwing them on as did so, and exited the room.

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"Miguel, this is really sweet…" Artemis sat on the flannel blanket next to Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald in the middle of the woods somewhere, "But…you really shouldn't have."

"Why not?" Miguel asked, "I like doing things for you." A smiled tugged at his lips.

"You are the sweetest guy I know, Miguel…" Artemis touched her lips to his for a moment, "Really."

"That means a lot, Artemis." Miguel looked down at his paper-plate of food.

Artemis looked at him for a moment, before pushing both their plates of food away, "I think I know exactly what you need, Miguel."

He looked at her surprised, "Really? And what would that be?"

"Turn around." She smiled.

A little self-consciously he turned around, and felt her hands on his shoulders, massaging away weeks worth of tension and stress, "Oh…that feels great."

Artemis smiled, beginning to unbutton his shirt, "I should have brought all my oils." Miguel didn't answer as he let the girl do her work, "Okay, I'm going to take your shirt off, so don't freak out." He smiled, letting her remove that fabric from his skin.

She watched his facial expression as she had him lie back against her, his head now in her lap, her fingers working rhythmically over his shoulders, and neck before she reached into her bag for a bottle of lotion.

"Oh Jesus! That's cold."

"I keep it in the fridge." She smiled, rubbing her fingers down his chest, rubbing in the lotion.

"You just want a reason to-" He stopped mid sentence, "Oh good god."

"I thought you'd like it." Artemis smiled, her fingers going slightly beneath the waistband of his jeans, "Don't freak out…"

"As long as you keep doing what you doing, I will not say a word."

"I'll hold you to that promise." Artemis said, as she undid his belt buckle.

"Jesus!" He set up, "What are you doing?"

"Calm down, Miguel!" She smiled, and pulled him to her lips again, "You promised you wouldn't freak out."

"Yea…yea." Miguel shook his head, reprimanding himself, "Sorry. You…you just surprised me, that's all."

Artemis shook her head, and pulled him back down into her lap, "Don't freak out on me now." She pulled his belt out of the loops, and tossed it aside, before unbutton them, and tugging them down a little ways.

"Okay, your scaring me now." Miguel looked up at her, "What are you doing?"

"Same thing I've been doing for the last five minutes."

"Down there?" He asked.

Artemis giggled, "No…" Then she rethought it, "Only if you want me to."

"I ah…I'd prefer if you kept this afternoon PG."

"It's a little late for that, darling." Artemis smiled.

"Okay…it's got PG-13 rating right now, but lets not up it all the way to R."

"You've obviously never seen what kind of things people can do in a PG-13 movie…" Artemis teased, her fingertips grazing his hips.

"Don't tease me…please don't tease me." Miguel looked up at her.

"I'm not." Artemis denied, and when he gave her a look she changed her mind, "Okay, maybe I am a little bit."

"Shaw. Yea… a little bit." Miguel smiled up at her, "Well Lady, keep at your work."

"Your still going to let me?"

"Yes, with the hope that you'll keep it PG-13…for a little while more."

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"How was your afternoon?"

"I don't really know how to describe it…" Artemis sat on Ethan's bed, "I mean it's hard to believe that someone like Miguel…likes me like that. What's worse is that I know it's only because of…Charity." She shivered.

"Well it's his loss." Ethan shook his head.

"Ethan!" There was knock on his door, "Dinner."

"I…ah. I'll be down in a minute!" Ethan turned to her, "Listen… go home tonight, sleep off the last week and a half and come back tomorrow renewed and refreshed, and ready to start our midnight rendezvous all over again."

"Oh…I'd much rather just keep them going the way they are…" She put her arms around his neck.

"Not tonight…" Ethan shook his head.

"But what if you…wake up at some point during the night with an uncomfortable-"

"I'll survive it." Ethan smiled.

"Okay…if you say so." Artemis pouted a bit sliding off the bed, "But don't say I didn't warn you when you want a late night-"

"Stop it." Ethan whispered, "Or may just have to have my way with you right here, and then the whole point of you going home tonight will be ruined."

"Oh…" She shrugged, "I'll see you tomorrow night then." She pressed a kiss to his cheek, "G' bye."

"Bye." 

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"Your so good to me, Miguel!" Artemis threw her arms around his neck, "I don't get how you can stand to be with me!"

"I love you, Art." Miguel smiled, "I love being with you."

"Oh Miguel." Artemis smiled, "I love being with you too."

"But you don't love me?" Miguel asked.

"It's not that, Miguel, because I do love you…just…not like that."

"It's too soon isn't it? I'm always moving to fast, or to slow."

"No, really your not. You're moving just the right speed. It's me, really. I'm…" She searched for the right words, "I'm stuck between two worlds right now. I mean there's you here, and that's great, I like it a lot, but…then there's Ethan and his thing with Teresa, and he's got it in his head that they're never getting back together…and…It's almost as if I don't care if they never do, because-"

"Because you love Ethan."

"I don't though." Artemis shook her head, "I mean sure I love him, but I don't love him. I mean…your sister and him are perfect for each other, but…oh I don't know."

"Teresa still loves him, you know." Miguel took her hands in his, "It's just…she's afraid to make the first move. Maybe if you…you could make him go for her first…you could drop Ethan, and we'd stop sharing."

"I hate how you two refer our relationships as sharing." Artemis sighed, glancing over to a tree.

Miguel smiled, "Look, you talk to Ethan tonight, because I know that's where your going, and I'll talk to Teresa…I'll see if I can get her to call him."

"Okay. I'll talk to him, but it never does any good."

"We'll make them see reason." Miguel smiled.

"Okay. I trust you Miguel." Artemis smiled.

"Now about another one of those…chest rubs?"

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"Teresa?" Miguel knocked on her bedroom door that night "Are you there?"

"Yea, come on in, Miguel." Teresa called.

"Hi." He opened the door, "Can I talk to you?"

"Sure." Teresa sat up on her bed, and moved over to make room for her little brother.

"Okay, so…" Miguel sat down on the edge of the bed, "Artemis and I were in the park today talking-"

"And I'm sure that's all." Teresa smiled. Everyone in town new Artemis, and what she did.

Miguel smiled a bit sheepishly, "Well…you know she's with Ethan…"

Teresa's face turned into a slight scowl, "Yea, I know."

"Look, she's really not like that." Miguel shook his head, "She wants you two to get back together so bad. She can't stand watching Ethan the way he goes about things. She said he was much happier when he was with you."

"He is with me." Teresa pouted a bit, "I mean…sure we fought, but he's still fiancé."

"Then call him." Miguel picked up her phone, and pushed it towards her, "For me; for Artemis? For our maybe relationship that we will not pursue until she rids herself of Ethan and he back with you?"

Teresa looked at the phone, "Is he home now?"

"As far as I know." Miguel shrugged, "I know I dropped Art off in front and she got in, so I assume he's home."

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10 minutes earlier at the Bennet house

"Noah?" Artemis asked, looking up into the face of one of her ex, not to mention first, lovers.

"Artemis…" Noah smiled down at her, "What brings you here?"

"I-I-…What are you doing here?"

"I came home." Noah shrugged, "I mean this IS the house I grew up in, and my mother did just kill herself."

"Don't talk about Grace that way." Artemis defended the woman; "She did it out of grief. You don't need to make it worse."

"She was my mother after all."

"You're an asshole."

"What do you want Artie?" Noah asked, using the nickname he had used on her many a time before, and something she had not heard in almost four to six years.

"Is Ethan home?" Artemis asked.

"Ethan? Who the hell is Ethan?" Noah asked.

"Ethan Winthrop-Bennet; Your half brother. God, you don't follow the news do you?" Artemis spat.

"I'm right here, Artemis." Ethan pushed his way past Noah, "Sorry about him. I was in the kitchen."

Noah moved out of the way as she entered the house, "Good to see you too, Artemis."

"Go to hell, Noah." She spat, following Ethan upstairs.

Upstairs in his bedroom, Ethan automatically shut the door behind them, and pulled her down onto the bed, "how was your night?"

"Horrible." She pouted, "I kept looking over at the empty side of the bed, wishing you were there…"

"No you didn't."

"No I didn't." She smiled, "And I'm not staying long…"

"Why?" Ethan asked.

"Look, we need to talk about Teresa."

"No we don't." Ethan scowled at her.

"Yes we do." Artemis put her hands on either side of his face, pulling him closer, "You love her, and there is nothing you can do about that."

"I do not love her!" Ethan spat.

"Yes you do!" Artemis spat back at him, "You love her, and you know it."

"No!" Ethan wrenched her hands from his face.

Artemis recoiled, pain stinging in her fingertips.

"Oh god, Artemis, I'm sorry." Ethan realized he had hurt her, "Really."

"Call her, Ethan." Artemis ignored the pain, "Just call her and get it over with. I'm not going to be here to be your little sex slave for the rest of your life. You're going to have to talk to her at some point anyway."

"Why do you care?" Ethan asked, taking her hands, "I didn't hurt you to badly did I?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Good." Ethan nodded.

The phone next to the bed then decided to ring.

"That's probably her."

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"Miguel, no one is answering?"

"He's probably ignoring it."

"Oh wait –Hi, Artemis, is Ethan there? …He's not taking calls?" Teresa looked to Miguel who shrugged, "Can you tell him I- Come over? Now?" She smiled, "Sure of course!"

"What did I tell you?" Miguel shrugged.

"I take it he's not in a good mood?" Teresa asked, "Okay. I'll be prepared. Thanks Artemis."

"What did I tell you?" Miguel asked, "Now come on, I'll go with you. I'm taking Art out to dinner."

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"Why did you do that?" Ethan asked as Artemis hung up the phone, "I don't want to see her!"

"Shut up Ethan." Artemis snapped, "I'm leaving, and I'm not coming back."

"You won't be able to stay away. I saw the way you and Noah were looking at one another."

Artemis's hand connected to Ethan's cheek, "Don't talk about Noah."

"Oh, I hit a nerve did I?" Ethan asked, "How old were you when you were doing him? Ten?"

"Shut the hell up, Ethan." Artemis collected her backpack up off the floor.

"You'll come crawling back to me, Artemis!" Ethan called, "You can't stay away from me, or this house. There's to many memories here."

"Exactly the reason to stay away." Artemis slammed the bedroom door shut, running right into Chief Bennet.

"Oh, sorry Art." Sam looked down at her, "Are you okay?"

"Your son is an asshole, Chief. Pardon my language."

Sam smiled, and whispered, "He gets it from his mother."

"Goodbye Chief Bennet."

"Bye Artemis." Sam continued on his way down the hallway.

"Noah!" Kay was yelling in the living room, "Give it back!"

"Are you terrorizing your siblings already, Noah?" Artemis asked, leaning in the doorway, "Or are you just practicing for later?"

"Are you always this pissy, or am I just special?" Noah asked.

"Why did you really come home, Noah?"

"My mother just died, Artie." Noah looked down at her, "Is that really a question."

"You weren't here for the funeral."

"And did you attend the funeral?" Noah asked, "Or were you upstairs fucking with my half-brother?"

"For your information I was out of town, fucking someone completely outside of your family."

"Oh, and how much did you get paid for that?"

"You know I don't work for money." Artemis looked up at him, "Only room and board."

"Ah yes, I do remember that six months you spent in this house…here with me. To bad no one knew what was going to develop after that."

"You know I didn't live here just to fuck you, Noah." Artemis blinked at him, "Your mother had a very large heart, and not to mention your parents are my god-parents. Sleeping with you was an added bonus."

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it." Noah nodded.

"Are you two fighting already?" Sam stood on the bottom of the stairs, "Art go home, Noah in the kitchen."

"Bye Chief." Artemis turned, almost running into Teresa and Miguel on her way out, "Geeze! How many people am I going to run into today?"

"How many people have you slept with in the last…four years, Artie?" Noah asked, as his father began to pull him out into the kitchen, "Huh? Did you even know all of their names?"

"Fuck you, Noah!" Artemis yelled.

"Love you too!" Noah yelled, the kitchen door slamming behind him.

Teresa stared at the girl confused, "Did I miss something?"

"No, of course not Teresa." Artemis smiled, "Um, Ethan is upstairs."

"Thanks." Teresa headed in the generalized direction.

"Are you ready to go to dinner?" Miguel asked.

"Oh!" Kay stepped up to plate, "Are you two going out?"

"Yea, I was taking Artemis out to dinner." Miguel nodded.

"Oh" Kay nodded, "That's nice."

"Kay," Artemis smiled sweetly, "Can I talk to you over there for a second?"

"Sure." Kay shrugged, clueless as usual.

Once out of hearing distance of Miguel, Artemis spoke, "Look, I know you thought that after Charity was dead that Miguel would be yours or that shit…look he's mine now…and your not going to get past that, so just…go have a nice little conversation about me with your brother, and get over it."

"I don't know what you mean, Artemis." Kay shook her head.

"You know perfectly what I mean…" Artemis whispered, "If you even so much as look at Miguel I will make your life a living nightmare."

"Is that threat?" Kay asked.

"Mmm, I wonder?" Artemis pondered sarcastically, "Get over it Kay. You'll never get Miguel."

As Artemis and Miguel exited the house, Kay thought to her self, "That's just what you think, Artie…"