A/N: Wow, 18 reviews. I sound pathetic. Anyway people, it's cool you like this fic, but it'd be cool if you'd read my others too. If ya like Vegeta and Bulma fics, try my one named 'Call Me'.

Disclaimer: I own Mitchel, and the other unknown made up characters. I don't own DBZ and what is more, I don't own Linkin Park's 'My December'. Nuff said.

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This is my December

This is my time of the year

This is my December

This is all so clear

This is my December

This is my snow covered home

This is my December

This is me alone

And I

Just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed

And I

Take back all the things I said to make you feel like that

And I

Just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed

And I

Take back all things that I said to you

And I'd give it all away

Just to have somewhere to go to

Give it all away

To have someone to come home to

This is my December

Those are my snow-covered trees

This is me pretending

This is all I need

And I

Just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed

And I

Take back all the things I said to make you feel like that

And I

Just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed

And I

Take back all things that I said to you

And I'd give it all away

Just to have somewhere to go to

Give it all away

To have someone to come home to

This is my December

This is my time of the year

This is my December

This is all so clear

Give it all away

Just to have somewhere to go to

Give it all away

To have someone to come home to

Give it all away

Just to have somewhere to go to

Give it all away

To have someone to come home to

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"Miss, is something wrong?"

His voice carried through her thoughts, making her swallow the lump that had formed in her throat.

"This was always her song."

She had barely whispered it.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Who?'

Her coldness flashed for just the briefest, then reformed into what she was proving now.

"Nothing Sir."

"You're rather polite."

He was acting nonchantely now.

She looked at him, blinking once, then smiled. A routine she'd performed many a time.

"And you're picking."

He raised another eyebrow.

"Why would I be picking?"

She shrugged, throwing off her moment of shown intelligence.

The music faded, the slight aura of depression didn't leave her even as she was escorted back the table. 

"Do tell, Mr. Steel. What of N'tek?"

His eyes widened.

"N'tek is one of the leading sports equipment providers."

Her eyes narrowed just the slightest.

"Maybe that's why."

He looked at her.

"Why what?"

She'd hit a nerve.

"Why I never heard of it."

He seemed rather glad to let go of her hand, considering he almost threw her over toward her partner.

Now was her chance.

"If you'll excuse gentlemen," she nodded toward Kat, "and Lady. I'll be at the refreshment table."

Walking with a non-hurried straight posture, but still dying to get out of the dress, headed toward the treats, but turned and walked through the wall.

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O2: Another chapter, but I still don't feel it was a great cliff-hanger. *shruggs* Oh well.

Quarte: Mission Excepted.

O2: Oh GOD don't tell me you're desperate enough to become a fellow pilot.

Quarte: *violates copyright laws by giving Heero Yuyâ Death Glare*

O2: HA! Take that lawyers.

Quatre: *continues glare*

O2: Uh, whatda ya mean 'Mission Excepted'?

Quatre: *snaps out of character* Why, to provide you with a sufficient cliff-hanger.

O2: *sweat drops* Screw that. Okay, to all the readers, I'm auctioning off an assassin muse, for free. *heehee* E's a G-boy…

Quatre: WHAT!?