Blackjack sat quietly on Spot's Bunk feeling her eye gently, it was a little sensitive to the touch and she could imagine it being an ugly purple when she looked at it in the mirror. There was a few cuts on her head and she could feel the blood sticking in her hair, matting it.

Suddenly all she wanted was a hot bath. A hot bath and Spot kissing her collar bone, moving his hand up her blouse warm on her stomach and his breath hot on her neck. He was so gentle with her normally. All kisses and sweetness, but he had a temper.

Blackjack laughed shortly, yes Spot had a temper but he made up for it. Made up for it with kisses and promises. Why was she staying with him? He was insanely jealous and demanding, a hypocrite to the last. But… Blackjack sighed. She loved him.

She hadn't said anything to him but she did, desperately she loved him, with every fiber in her being. Even now she ached to be with him. Any way her father had hit her and her mother, it was normal, she shouldn't have spit on him.

She stood up, moving to the empty washroom and taking off the dress she wore. It had some blood on it she noticed and decided to wash it first. She was standing in only her camisole and the bruises on her thin arms were obvious standing out even with the dirt.

Blackjack looked at her face in a mirror and saw the bruises and the blood on her face . Her hair was a sticky mess and she was dirty. She pressed her eyelids together and tried to will way the hot tears.

Suddenly she felt two warm hands at her shoulders turning her around gently. "You okay?" She heard Spot's voice ask her.

She nodded silently, biting her lip, hoping he wouldn't be mad at her crying. Instead she felt his warm fingers lift her chin and his calm voice ordering her gently to open her eyes. She looked at him through her long eyelashes .

His eyes captivated her. "God I can' believe I did dat." He said ashamed as his finger brushed over her eye.

"Spot ya din' mean ta!" Blackjack said seriously "I'se sorry!" She whispered. "Ya shouldn' a needed ta! I was wrong ta tell Preacher dem tings!"

Spot looked at her strangely. "I shouldna, an I won't evah again." He decided.

Blackjack smiled weakly as he took a wash cloth and wiped her face gently, the semi white cloth turning a dark red as he washed her gently. He grabbed some of the excess cloth that was kept around for injuries and placed it against the back of Blackjack's head. Then he made her sit down as he whispered to her about the future and everything great that would happen.

Blackjack smiled and leaned against Spot as he washed her face clean of the blood and grime.

This was the Spot Conlon she was in love with, the sweet boy who would clean her and tell her sweet things. Who would put her dress in to soak and then pick her up kissing her as he brought her to his room, gently placing her on his bed and unbuttoning the small buttons that went down her front, kissing her as he went along.

That was the Spot Conlon she loved. Even though he seemed to be a separate person some days, she still loved him. Even though he hit her she loved him.

Author's Notes: Wow a sequel to Brooklyn and I though I didn't have it in me! YAY for muses!

Disclaimer: I own Blackjack, Disney owns the rest.

Cards on:

Unrequited love-

NO YOU DUMB ASS I DID NOT STEAL IT FROM A BOOK!

Shout Outs for "Brooklyn"