AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry, this took a bit longer than I expected. I have a week
left of school and my teachers are piling us with homework and review crap
so I haven't had much time to write. I'll try to get the next chapter out
by Sunday, but I'm not sure if I'll have time because of studying for
finals and all, so we'll see. Well, on with the story....
"How do I look?" Collin asked stepping out of the bathroom for the first time in at least forty-five minutes.
"It took you over half an hour to put on a suit?" Skye laughed. He looked extremely handsome, she had to admit. His black designer suit with an emerald green shirt suited him perfectly. His dark black hair had been carefully spiked, and his face was freshly shaven. She could smell a hint of cologne she didn't recognize, but liked very much, coming from his direction.
"I'm a business man," he protested as he straightened his jacket stiffly.
She laughed again because it was his excuse for everything. "You look fabulous, though I'd loose the tie if I were you."
He looked hurt as he smoothed his tie down. "Are you dissing Sponge Bob? Please tell me you're kidding?"
"Collin, seriously, your a 30 year old man," Skye smiled. "You know I love you, but I refuse to be seen on the arm of a man dressed like that."
"I take it I'm escorting you then?" he asked as he loosened the tie and slipped it off his neck.
"You may have the honor," she replied sarcastically. "Besides, who else would?"
"AJ...." he answered then paused wondering what she would say if he added what he was thinking. He decided to risk it, "I'm sure Jax would love to."
She paused, her silver locket halfway clasped. "What do you mean 'Jax would love to'?"
"I'm just pointing out the obvious," he shrugged.
"Explain yourself," she demanded slightly confused. She turned around in her vanity seat so she could face him instead of talking to his reflection.
"Oh come on Skye, it's so obvious it's not even funny anymore," he exclaimed. "You and Jax are still in love!"
She paused staring at him for a second. "You're wrong. I may still love him, but he doesn't love me....... not anymore...... I don't think he ever did."
"Skye," he said softly because he could see the hurt in her eyes, "You don't believe that. He did love you, and from where I'm standing it looks like he still does."
She shook her head. "No..... He doesn't."
"What about the kiss?" he asked.
"It was a peck! He even ::said:: it shouldn't have happened! That it was wrong and it wouldn't happen again!" she exclaimed.
"And he was lying," Collin replied calmly.
"Collin don't do this," she told him closing her eyes because she felt tears coming. "Don't you get my hopes up again. You said he'd come back when I told you he'd asked for a divorce, and he didn't."
"He hasn't come back ::yet::," Collin corrected. "I told you he would, and he will. Trust me, I know these things."
Skye sighed and composed herself. She didn't believe him for a minute, but then again he'd rarely ever been wrong about such things. It was one of the many baffling mysteries concerning Collin; he just knew things others didn't. "If you're wrong... I ::will:: kill you."
"And I don't doubt it for a second," he replied sincerely. "Now...." to lighten the mood he made and extravagant, over exaggerated bow and held out his hand for her. "May I escort you this evening milady?"
"Oh, you are too kind," she replied with a girlish giggle that few had heard before. "I have a feeling tonight will be a night I'll never forget," she replied with a smile.
Collin opened the door and ushered her outside. "You have no idea," he mumbled.
* * * * *
Not long after Skye and Collin left the Hotel they arrived at Carly's club, where the party was to be held. Carly had insisted that the party take place there once Skye had invited her, Sonny and Michael. As they entered the club, Skye spotted Jax lingering at the top of the stairs. He smiled when he saw her and walked over.
"Skye, you look beautiful," he told her sincerely as he surveyed her one shouldered dress with a total of six slits in the skirt (If any of you have seen What A Girl Wants, it's the dress in there -just a little note :P).
"You look great too," she smiled indicating his suit much like Collin's but with a light blue shirt instead of an emerald one.
"Can I escort you inside? Or has Collin beat me to the job?" he asked with a charming smile.
She bit her lip and looked at Collin who nodded for her to go ahead. "You'll take Dawne in?" she asked.
"Like I'd let anyone else!" Collin exclaimed, clearly shocked at the notion.
"Thanks," Jax nodded to Collin and smiled at Dawne in her little blue dress. "And you look very pretty tonight as well."
"Thank you," Dawne grinned and curtsied.
Jax grinned back and turned back to Skye and took her arm. "I think I'm in love," he replied as he escorted her down the stairs holding on to Skye's arm so she wouldn't fall.
"With who?" she asked curiously.
"Dawne," he replied.
Skye smiled. "I'm glad you like her."
"How could I not?" he asked. "She's yours."
"Skye," Carly said coming up to her with a broad smile. "The party's a hit!"
Skye smiled at Carly, contemplating what she'd thought she'd heard. ::Did he really say that or was it just my imagination?:: she asked herself. She decided to ignore it, it probably was her mind playing tricks on her.
She turned her attention back to Carly. "Wow!" she exclaimed as she surveyed the club. "There's at least 50 people here!" she looked around at the faces and recognized virtually no one. "Who are all these people?"
Carly shrugged. "They were on the guest list."
"But I okayed the list with Grandfather, only people I know were on it," she replied.
"Well there's your problem," Carly answered. "Edward."
Skye wrinkled her nose, realizing Carly was right. Edward had tricked her once again. "Damn him!"
"Well you can't kick them all out," Carly shrugged.
"You don't know me very well, do you?" Skye asked with a grin.
"Are you?" Carly asked in surprise.
"Nah," Skye shook her head. "It doesn't really matter I guess."
"Good," Carly smiled. "Anyway, Jason wanted you to come over and 'officially' meet Courtney, since you'll be sisters soon anyway."
"The wedding's still on?" Skye asked as Carly led her over to where Jason and Courtney were standing with Sonny.
"Of course," Carly threw back over her shoulder with a happy grin.
"Skye," Jason and Sonny said together and nodded, acknowledging her presence.
"Hi, I'm glad you all could come," she smiled.
"They were happy to," Carly replied.
"Ecstatic," Sonny added sarcastically.
"Skye," Jason said, getting her attention. "I know you two probably know each other, but I'd like you to meet Courtney, my fiancée."
Courtney held out her had for Skye to shake. "I don't believe we ever have ::officially:: met," she smiled.
"Never in good circumstances," Skye agreed taking Courtney's hand and giving it a light shake.
"That was weak," Collin said coming up behind Skye and placing an arm carelessly around her waist.
Skye hit him lightly on the shoulder and smiled. "Everyone, this is my best friend Collin," she introduced. "Collin, this is my brother, Jason, and his fiancée Courtney. And Carly, whom you already know, and her husband Sonny."
"Nice to meet you all," Collin nodded to them all. He turned back to Skye, "I was wondering if I could get you something to drink?"
"Anything without alcohol would be great," Skye answered. He nodded and walked off to the bar. She stood talking with the others for a few moments before she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around smiling at something Carly had said and noticed it was Jax. "Jax, I'm sorry, I lost you back there didn't I?" she asked.
He smiled. "It's fine, don't worry about it." He glanced over her shoulder at Sonny and hesitated.
Skye noticed his gaze and threw her hands in the air. "Ohmigod, would you two forget about your damn feud already!" She turned to Sonny angrily. "You're happily married to Carly, you had a chance to marry Brenda but you didn't!" she exclaimed turning back to Jax. "Get over it already! There's nothing for you two to fight over anymore, Brenda's gone! And thank God for that!"
"Amen!" Carly held up her glass in salute, but Skye didn't see, for she marched off across the dance floor to where Dawne, Michael and a few other kids were playing.
Jax remained standing in his spot watching after Skye with regret. She was right, and he knew it. Without Brenda there was nothing for him and Sonny to fight over except business and they rarely came in contact with that either. "She's right," he said after a moment and turned back to Sonny and the others. "There's nothing left for us to fight over anymore. Truce?" he held out his hand to Sonny who looked at it without expression in his eyes.
"Before I agree, why are you doing this?" he asked.
Jax let his hand drop as he turned and looked at Skye as she knelt down and laughed along side Dawne. "If it makes Skye happy, I'll do anything," he replied and turned back to Sonny, Carly, Jason and Courtney.
Sonny nodded slowly in recognition. Jax was trying to get Skye back, though in his own opinion, he didn't deserve her. Skye shouldn't even want him back after all Jax had done to her, but he could see it in both their eyes. They were in love still. He held out his hand. "Truce," he said simply.
"Truce," Jax agreed and gave Sonny's hand a firm shake.
"I'm amazed," Carly observed with a huge smile. "I never thought I'd see the day when you two came to an agreement over anything."
Jax gave her a charming smile. "Now if you'll all excuse me, I'm going to ask Skye to forgive me and dance with me."
"Of course," Jason replied as Jax nodded and walked away.
* * * * *
He entered the club with his head held high and a freshly lit Cuban in his hand. He smiled charmingly at the pretty young hostess and gave his name as another woman took his over coat. The hostess blushed as she scanned the list and nodded for him to enter the room.
He smiled again; Hunter had slipped his name on the guest list earlier that day, telling Edward he was one of the most prestigious men in New York, which was no lie. The old man had fallen for it like a brick, he hadn't even cared that he'd never even heard of him, it was simply a matter of his fortune.
He scanned the crowd slowly and spotted Skye talking to a young girl across the room. He smiled. ::That must be Dawne:: he thought. He was certainty going to have fun tonight when he revealed himself to Skye and the rest of the guests.
He sat down at a table in the back of the room and watched Skye as he puffed on his cigar. ::She hadn't changed much:: he mused. She was still as beautiful as ever. Just watching her smile caused his pulse to quicken, just as it had seven years before.
He watched as a blonde man walked over to her and got her attention. She didn't look very pleased with him from his observation, but he watched as her face softened somewhat and she nodded to something he'd said. The man held out his hand for her and she took it delicately and he led her out on to the dance floor.
Their eyes remained locked through every turn they made, it was as if they were in their own little world together. He was disgusted.
He stood up, deciding he couldn't watch any longer. He'd have to make his move now or be sick. He strode over to the happy couple with a purposeful stride. He came to a halt just behind her as the man twirled her around.
She was smiling, but then she saw him and stopped completely, staring at him with complete and utter fear in her eyes. "Trystan," she breathed.
"Skye," he gave her a charming, but deadly smile. "It's been a long time."
"Not long enough," she replied. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
He saw that the fear remained in her eyes, but it was now mixed with defiance. "Oh now, I think you know why I'm here Skye, dear," he answered.
The man Skye had been dancing with took a step forward and placed his hands on Skye's shoulders to comfort her. "Who is he, Skye?" the man asked.
Trystan glanced at Skye, wondering if she'd make the introductions herself or if he'd have to. She made no move to say a word so he turned back to the man. "I'm Trystan Bryant-" he began but was cut off abruptly by a surprise sucker punch to his left jaw. He felt to the floor from the force of the punch and cursed.
A few women in the club screamed and the live band stopped. Everyone turned to watch the spectacle now unfolding.
Slowly he stood, trying to rub the pain out of his jaw as he faced his attacker. Collin. "Francis," he said and spit out a tooth onto the ground.
"Get the hell out of here Bryant," Collin yelled fuming with rage.
"Skye and I weren't finished with our conversation," Trystan replied with a malicious smile.
"I told you to stay away from her," Collin told him. "Now I mean it! Get out before they have to carry you out in a body bag!"
Trystan tisked Collin with his tongue. "You shouldn't make threats Collin. You never know who's listening."
"Get out!" Collin yelled once again. "I'm only giving you one more chance, Bryant."
Trystan sighed and turned to Skye once again. "We're not finished," he told her and turned around and strolled away. He paused next to Dawne as he left, and made a move to bend down next to her.
Skye broke out of Jax's grasp and ran over to Dawne. "Get away from her!" she screamed and took Dawne's hand, yanking her daughter behind her and away from Trystan.
Trystan glanced back up at her, amusement in his eyes. He looked back down at Dawne, peaking around behind her mother's dress and grinned evily. "I'll see you in custody court," he replied leaning forward to whisper in Skye's ear.
Skye reached over and slapped him across the face as hard as she could. "You will never lay a hand on her you bastard," she told him through gritted teeth.
"We'll see about that," he answered and turned and strolled out of the club smugly.
Skye didn't move until his figure had disappeared up the stairs and around the corner. Once she was sure he was gone she fell to her knees next to her daughter and scooped her up in a tight hug; not sure she'd ever be able to let go.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well there you go. More of Dawne's daddy, as requested. I hope that answers everyone's question on if Skye's getting back together with Dawne's daddy. If not the answer is a definite no. Anyway, if you'll look at the beginning of my summary it says SAX, so this is a Skye/Jax fic. Anyways, PLEASE REVIEW!!!! Until next time.....
"How do I look?" Collin asked stepping out of the bathroom for the first time in at least forty-five minutes.
"It took you over half an hour to put on a suit?" Skye laughed. He looked extremely handsome, she had to admit. His black designer suit with an emerald green shirt suited him perfectly. His dark black hair had been carefully spiked, and his face was freshly shaven. She could smell a hint of cologne she didn't recognize, but liked very much, coming from his direction.
"I'm a business man," he protested as he straightened his jacket stiffly.
She laughed again because it was his excuse for everything. "You look fabulous, though I'd loose the tie if I were you."
He looked hurt as he smoothed his tie down. "Are you dissing Sponge Bob? Please tell me you're kidding?"
"Collin, seriously, your a 30 year old man," Skye smiled. "You know I love you, but I refuse to be seen on the arm of a man dressed like that."
"I take it I'm escorting you then?" he asked as he loosened the tie and slipped it off his neck.
"You may have the honor," she replied sarcastically. "Besides, who else would?"
"AJ...." he answered then paused wondering what she would say if he added what he was thinking. He decided to risk it, "I'm sure Jax would love to."
She paused, her silver locket halfway clasped. "What do you mean 'Jax would love to'?"
"I'm just pointing out the obvious," he shrugged.
"Explain yourself," she demanded slightly confused. She turned around in her vanity seat so she could face him instead of talking to his reflection.
"Oh come on Skye, it's so obvious it's not even funny anymore," he exclaimed. "You and Jax are still in love!"
She paused staring at him for a second. "You're wrong. I may still love him, but he doesn't love me....... not anymore...... I don't think he ever did."
"Skye," he said softly because he could see the hurt in her eyes, "You don't believe that. He did love you, and from where I'm standing it looks like he still does."
She shook her head. "No..... He doesn't."
"What about the kiss?" he asked.
"It was a peck! He even ::said:: it shouldn't have happened! That it was wrong and it wouldn't happen again!" she exclaimed.
"And he was lying," Collin replied calmly.
"Collin don't do this," she told him closing her eyes because she felt tears coming. "Don't you get my hopes up again. You said he'd come back when I told you he'd asked for a divorce, and he didn't."
"He hasn't come back ::yet::," Collin corrected. "I told you he would, and he will. Trust me, I know these things."
Skye sighed and composed herself. She didn't believe him for a minute, but then again he'd rarely ever been wrong about such things. It was one of the many baffling mysteries concerning Collin; he just knew things others didn't. "If you're wrong... I ::will:: kill you."
"And I don't doubt it for a second," he replied sincerely. "Now...." to lighten the mood he made and extravagant, over exaggerated bow and held out his hand for her. "May I escort you this evening milady?"
"Oh, you are too kind," she replied with a girlish giggle that few had heard before. "I have a feeling tonight will be a night I'll never forget," she replied with a smile.
Collin opened the door and ushered her outside. "You have no idea," he mumbled.
* * * * *
Not long after Skye and Collin left the Hotel they arrived at Carly's club, where the party was to be held. Carly had insisted that the party take place there once Skye had invited her, Sonny and Michael. As they entered the club, Skye spotted Jax lingering at the top of the stairs. He smiled when he saw her and walked over.
"Skye, you look beautiful," he told her sincerely as he surveyed her one shouldered dress with a total of six slits in the skirt (If any of you have seen What A Girl Wants, it's the dress in there -just a little note :P).
"You look great too," she smiled indicating his suit much like Collin's but with a light blue shirt instead of an emerald one.
"Can I escort you inside? Or has Collin beat me to the job?" he asked with a charming smile.
She bit her lip and looked at Collin who nodded for her to go ahead. "You'll take Dawne in?" she asked.
"Like I'd let anyone else!" Collin exclaimed, clearly shocked at the notion.
"Thanks," Jax nodded to Collin and smiled at Dawne in her little blue dress. "And you look very pretty tonight as well."
"Thank you," Dawne grinned and curtsied.
Jax grinned back and turned back to Skye and took her arm. "I think I'm in love," he replied as he escorted her down the stairs holding on to Skye's arm so she wouldn't fall.
"With who?" she asked curiously.
"Dawne," he replied.
Skye smiled. "I'm glad you like her."
"How could I not?" he asked. "She's yours."
"Skye," Carly said coming up to her with a broad smile. "The party's a hit!"
Skye smiled at Carly, contemplating what she'd thought she'd heard. ::Did he really say that or was it just my imagination?:: she asked herself. She decided to ignore it, it probably was her mind playing tricks on her.
She turned her attention back to Carly. "Wow!" she exclaimed as she surveyed the club. "There's at least 50 people here!" she looked around at the faces and recognized virtually no one. "Who are all these people?"
Carly shrugged. "They were on the guest list."
"But I okayed the list with Grandfather, only people I know were on it," she replied.
"Well there's your problem," Carly answered. "Edward."
Skye wrinkled her nose, realizing Carly was right. Edward had tricked her once again. "Damn him!"
"Well you can't kick them all out," Carly shrugged.
"You don't know me very well, do you?" Skye asked with a grin.
"Are you?" Carly asked in surprise.
"Nah," Skye shook her head. "It doesn't really matter I guess."
"Good," Carly smiled. "Anyway, Jason wanted you to come over and 'officially' meet Courtney, since you'll be sisters soon anyway."
"The wedding's still on?" Skye asked as Carly led her over to where Jason and Courtney were standing with Sonny.
"Of course," Carly threw back over her shoulder with a happy grin.
"Skye," Jason and Sonny said together and nodded, acknowledging her presence.
"Hi, I'm glad you all could come," she smiled.
"They were happy to," Carly replied.
"Ecstatic," Sonny added sarcastically.
"Skye," Jason said, getting her attention. "I know you two probably know each other, but I'd like you to meet Courtney, my fiancée."
Courtney held out her had for Skye to shake. "I don't believe we ever have ::officially:: met," she smiled.
"Never in good circumstances," Skye agreed taking Courtney's hand and giving it a light shake.
"That was weak," Collin said coming up behind Skye and placing an arm carelessly around her waist.
Skye hit him lightly on the shoulder and smiled. "Everyone, this is my best friend Collin," she introduced. "Collin, this is my brother, Jason, and his fiancée Courtney. And Carly, whom you already know, and her husband Sonny."
"Nice to meet you all," Collin nodded to them all. He turned back to Skye, "I was wondering if I could get you something to drink?"
"Anything without alcohol would be great," Skye answered. He nodded and walked off to the bar. She stood talking with the others for a few moments before she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around smiling at something Carly had said and noticed it was Jax. "Jax, I'm sorry, I lost you back there didn't I?" she asked.
He smiled. "It's fine, don't worry about it." He glanced over her shoulder at Sonny and hesitated.
Skye noticed his gaze and threw her hands in the air. "Ohmigod, would you two forget about your damn feud already!" She turned to Sonny angrily. "You're happily married to Carly, you had a chance to marry Brenda but you didn't!" she exclaimed turning back to Jax. "Get over it already! There's nothing for you two to fight over anymore, Brenda's gone! And thank God for that!"
"Amen!" Carly held up her glass in salute, but Skye didn't see, for she marched off across the dance floor to where Dawne, Michael and a few other kids were playing.
Jax remained standing in his spot watching after Skye with regret. She was right, and he knew it. Without Brenda there was nothing for him and Sonny to fight over except business and they rarely came in contact with that either. "She's right," he said after a moment and turned back to Sonny and the others. "There's nothing left for us to fight over anymore. Truce?" he held out his hand to Sonny who looked at it without expression in his eyes.
"Before I agree, why are you doing this?" he asked.
Jax let his hand drop as he turned and looked at Skye as she knelt down and laughed along side Dawne. "If it makes Skye happy, I'll do anything," he replied and turned back to Sonny, Carly, Jason and Courtney.
Sonny nodded slowly in recognition. Jax was trying to get Skye back, though in his own opinion, he didn't deserve her. Skye shouldn't even want him back after all Jax had done to her, but he could see it in both their eyes. They were in love still. He held out his hand. "Truce," he said simply.
"Truce," Jax agreed and gave Sonny's hand a firm shake.
"I'm amazed," Carly observed with a huge smile. "I never thought I'd see the day when you two came to an agreement over anything."
Jax gave her a charming smile. "Now if you'll all excuse me, I'm going to ask Skye to forgive me and dance with me."
"Of course," Jason replied as Jax nodded and walked away.
* * * * *
He entered the club with his head held high and a freshly lit Cuban in his hand. He smiled charmingly at the pretty young hostess and gave his name as another woman took his over coat. The hostess blushed as she scanned the list and nodded for him to enter the room.
He smiled again; Hunter had slipped his name on the guest list earlier that day, telling Edward he was one of the most prestigious men in New York, which was no lie. The old man had fallen for it like a brick, he hadn't even cared that he'd never even heard of him, it was simply a matter of his fortune.
He scanned the crowd slowly and spotted Skye talking to a young girl across the room. He smiled. ::That must be Dawne:: he thought. He was certainty going to have fun tonight when he revealed himself to Skye and the rest of the guests.
He sat down at a table in the back of the room and watched Skye as he puffed on his cigar. ::She hadn't changed much:: he mused. She was still as beautiful as ever. Just watching her smile caused his pulse to quicken, just as it had seven years before.
He watched as a blonde man walked over to her and got her attention. She didn't look very pleased with him from his observation, but he watched as her face softened somewhat and she nodded to something he'd said. The man held out his hand for her and she took it delicately and he led her out on to the dance floor.
Their eyes remained locked through every turn they made, it was as if they were in their own little world together. He was disgusted.
He stood up, deciding he couldn't watch any longer. He'd have to make his move now or be sick. He strode over to the happy couple with a purposeful stride. He came to a halt just behind her as the man twirled her around.
She was smiling, but then she saw him and stopped completely, staring at him with complete and utter fear in her eyes. "Trystan," she breathed.
"Skye," he gave her a charming, but deadly smile. "It's been a long time."
"Not long enough," she replied. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
He saw that the fear remained in her eyes, but it was now mixed with defiance. "Oh now, I think you know why I'm here Skye, dear," he answered.
The man Skye had been dancing with took a step forward and placed his hands on Skye's shoulders to comfort her. "Who is he, Skye?" the man asked.
Trystan glanced at Skye, wondering if she'd make the introductions herself or if he'd have to. She made no move to say a word so he turned back to the man. "I'm Trystan Bryant-" he began but was cut off abruptly by a surprise sucker punch to his left jaw. He felt to the floor from the force of the punch and cursed.
A few women in the club screamed and the live band stopped. Everyone turned to watch the spectacle now unfolding.
Slowly he stood, trying to rub the pain out of his jaw as he faced his attacker. Collin. "Francis," he said and spit out a tooth onto the ground.
"Get the hell out of here Bryant," Collin yelled fuming with rage.
"Skye and I weren't finished with our conversation," Trystan replied with a malicious smile.
"I told you to stay away from her," Collin told him. "Now I mean it! Get out before they have to carry you out in a body bag!"
Trystan tisked Collin with his tongue. "You shouldn't make threats Collin. You never know who's listening."
"Get out!" Collin yelled once again. "I'm only giving you one more chance, Bryant."
Trystan sighed and turned to Skye once again. "We're not finished," he told her and turned around and strolled away. He paused next to Dawne as he left, and made a move to bend down next to her.
Skye broke out of Jax's grasp and ran over to Dawne. "Get away from her!" she screamed and took Dawne's hand, yanking her daughter behind her and away from Trystan.
Trystan glanced back up at her, amusement in his eyes. He looked back down at Dawne, peaking around behind her mother's dress and grinned evily. "I'll see you in custody court," he replied leaning forward to whisper in Skye's ear.
Skye reached over and slapped him across the face as hard as she could. "You will never lay a hand on her you bastard," she told him through gritted teeth.
"We'll see about that," he answered and turned and strolled out of the club smugly.
Skye didn't move until his figure had disappeared up the stairs and around the corner. Once she was sure he was gone she fell to her knees next to her daughter and scooped her up in a tight hug; not sure she'd ever be able to let go.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well there you go. More of Dawne's daddy, as requested. I hope that answers everyone's question on if Skye's getting back together with Dawne's daddy. If not the answer is a definite no. Anyway, if you'll look at the beginning of my summary it says SAX, so this is a Skye/Jax fic. Anyways, PLEASE REVIEW!!!! Until next time.....
