Same song, different verse. Don't own...blah blah blah, don't sue..Blah blah blah.

Fiction, etc. There is some Mary Sue in this, but it's not blatant.

Again copyrighted story, Sash and I DO own the story line. No taking, nobody gets hurt.

"Not so fast." His voice was too quiet, to calm, making Leppress stomach contract in fear. Dante tried as he could to appease he brother.

"It was just a joke, Bro."

"Was it?" There was a deadly look in his eye as he looked only at his brother. It was Sash who broke the uncomfortable silence that followed, her voice soft.

"Vergil, put him down." She was terrified. She'd never seen Vergil this upset. Upset, yes, but he had been screaming at Dante then, not this deadly calm.

"Not yet." He didn't look at her.

"Fuck yes it was!" Dante glared right back, concerned not for his own health, but for his brother's reaction.

"Please?" She begged. She really couldn't think of anything else to do, but felt that she needed to get the two of them apart as soon as possible.

"And how would you feel if I did that to her?" His head moved toward where Leppress sat. She gasped at being singled out.

"Hell, how would I feel?"

"She'd bite your hand off and then I'd kill you." Dante snarled at his brother.

"I think this is a good time to step back, Sash." Leppress voice was soft, barely reaching the younger woman as she hovered behind Vergil.

"Exactly." Vergil's voice never lost the soft tone. "Take that as a warning."

"But they're going to hurt themselves!" Her hand rose to Vergil's arms, ready to stop him if he tried to do something more than just hold Dante in place.

"No worries. I wont hurt him." He dropped his hands, letting his brother go.

"Dammit Vergil!" Dante glared, readjusting his shirt. "What is it with playing the guardian dog routine?"

"Oh, and you wouldn't?" He actually sneered, a small relief from the utter silence.

"It's ok, really. I'm fine." Always the peacemaker, Sash tried once again to separate the brothers, earning a single glance from Vergil.

"Let me handle this, okay?"

"I would've done it with a bit more finesse, maybe." Dante growled. "It's not as if you're going to fucking marry her!"

"Fuck off." Vergil merely shook his head, not quite finding the words.

"Stop it, Dante. You're heading into major asshole territory." Leppress warned, getting up from her safe spot on the ground.

"Heading? Get the picture, he IS an asshole." Vergil sneered at her, earning a sneer in return.

"Okay, fine. Whatever. I'll shut up, it's not worth it." Her eyes shifted towards Sash, who shuffled dejectedly towards the couch with a sigh, dropping her head on her knees. "And they call us bitches. Sash? You okay?"

"Yeah. Their posturing is hurting my head again." Her words were muffled, but clear.

"Yeah, mine too." Leppress commiserated.

"I think that's the camera down your shirt." Dante provided with a small smile.

"Better down my shirt than in your hands." She was forced to snicker as she gave him a rueful look. Vergil gave a soundless sigh.

"It's not worth it." He looked impassively as Dante addressed him next.

"You done now?"

"What did I just say? It's not worth it. Let's drop it."

"Were you two always this confrontational?" Leppress's tone took on a sarcastic edge.

"Fine by me." Dante moved away from Vergil, wrapping his arms around her as he whispered. "What the fuck crawled up his butt and died?"

"Love." Her response was equally quiet as Vergil took a seat by Sash, his voice soft, but gentle.

"Sorry babe." The words were almost a whisper as he wrapped his arms around her slumped shoulders.

"All he needs to do now is propose." Dante sighed, resting his head on her shoulder, his words still for her ears alone. "C'mon, you saw what an ass he was to her at first. Really think it can smack him that hard?"

"Don't you? Some people fall hard." She reminded him softly.

"It's ok." Sash leaned on him, resting her head on Vergil's shoulder. "I just don't like to see the two of you fight. Dante was just being silly."

"I know." There was sadness in his words, but he didn't say any more.

"Fuck yeah, people fall hard, but it's the first time I've seen him do it."

"Cheer up." Sash demanded with a soft smile, hugging Vergil tightly.

"Okay." His lack of enthusiasm was overwhelming.

"I still have the camera." She revealed with an impish smile. His own smile turned wicked.

"Revenge is a dish best served cold, they always say."

"You've been separated for how long?" Leppress prodded softly. Dante was forced to smile at her.

"A bunch of years. But I've never seen him react like this. Possessive, yes, but the whole rabid rottweiler routine, well, that's a new one."

"Face it, he's growing up."

"What are you going to do?" Sash inquired, curiosity mixed with wariness.

"Watch and learn. Give it to me." He motioned to her to stay as he rose quietly, taking the camera soundlessly in his hand. He moved towards Dante, a feral look in his eyes. "Hey Bro…You've got another bee on ya!"

Dante turned suddenly, a look of absolute panic in his eyes as the blood drained from his face. Vergil snapped the picture.

"Gotcha!"

"Oh my god, Vergil! That was evil!" Leppress burst into gales of laughter, her eyes skipping from Vergil's self-satisfied smile to Dante's shocked expression. "Evil but good!"

"Oh my." Sash could barely believe her eyes as Dante shook his head to clear his eyes from the flash before snarling at Vergil, who took of running. Leppress collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"Priceless!"

"Come back here you chicken shit little…"

"Blackmail!" Vergil's voice wavered as he dove over the couch to escape Dante's righteous wrath. Sash screamed, curling into a tight little ball as Dante vaulted over her and the couch as he followed Vergil, trying to tackle him.

"You're still slow, little brother!" Vergil called back, laughing like a loon.

"I'd hate to say it, but I think he really deserved it." Leppress snorted once, watching Sash wipe at the tears in her eyes that laughter had brought. Vergil ducked from under Dante, sliding across the floor in his bid to move away from his enraged brother. "Watch the camera! It's not a cheap one!"

"Gimme that, you freaking asshole!" Dante scrambled back onto his feet, chasing after him as they ran around the couch.

"I guess Vergil's learned a few things in Hell." Leppress smiled, moving out of the way.

"Let's see who gets tired first!" Sash commented, keeping arms and legs within the safety of the couch as they crashed around her.

"No fucking way! I got one on you, I know this place better. Catch me slowpoke!" With that, he took off running outside, his laughter echoing.

"Watch it! It's cold outside…" A slamming door stopped her warning. She shrugged philosophically, moving to the window to see the two figures run after each other while Sash giggled on the couch. "Boys will be boys, I guess. Let's give them about five minutes."

"I feel guilty now." Sash sighed, throwing her head back. All it earned her was disconcerted look from the blonde.

"Guilty? Why?"

"Ver was pissed. It was my fault." A snort. A chuckle.

"Pissed?" Leppress shook her head in disbelief as she rose, opening the back door wide. "Didn't you see the look on their faces? At least they took it outside this time."

"Yeah." Her lips curved in a small smile as she examined the leftover burn marks on the couch. "But still, Ver looked pretty angry."

"Hell no. He had an idiotic look on his face." She moved to the front door, throwing it open. "And three, two, one. They come again."