Kathryn left her room when the silence had been definite for about half an hour. Edward had left the building, or he was sleeping in his office or something. She didn't really care.

She moved to her mothers room and paused by the door. She leaned her ear against it, inside there was a low humming noise coming from a drunk person either singing or muttering, it was hard to tell.

Kathryn knocked twice before she entered the room. "Mother?" She asked, squinting her eyes to get used to the dark. There was a figure lying on the big bed. Arms and legs wide apart and a glass loosly placed in one of the hands.

"Mother." Kathryn repeated walking closer to the bed. "Are you alright?"

"No." The sobbing reply was. Kathryn hid her smile. 'Payback's a bitch.' She thought but covered it with a concerned wrinkle between her eyes.

"Is this ... about Edward? I heard ... some ... of your fight." She stuttered and her mother grunted on the bed.

"Everybody knew. Every-fucking-body but me! Why didn't you tell me Kathryn, why didn't you tell me?" Tiffani sat up leaving her glass on the bed, whatever fluid in it running out on the silk sheets.

Kathryn looked at it to avoid her mothers eyes. "I didn't want to hurt you. I mean, it's just rumours."

Tiffani nodded. "Yeah sure." She muttered. "He's a lowlife." She added laying down again.

They were getting nowhere so Kathryn cleared her voice a little. "Is he gone? Edward that is. Did he leave?"

"What do I know? That man always does whatever he pleases. Who cares if I'm his wife! Who cares what I have to say." The rest of the sentene was to low and to slurred for Kathryn to hear it but she just ignored instead of asking.

"I just thought that ... you don't want to be in too much of a hurry."

Tiffani snorted. "Since when do you care about Edward? Don't play with me Kathryn, I know you're not his biggest fan."

Her daughter shrugged. "Maybe my concern is not with Edward." She saw the looks her mother gave her and quickly added. "It's with you. Believe it or not but I don't like to see you this way."

Tiffani reached out her hand so it touched Kathryn's. "Oh, sweetie. You don't have to worry about mommy. She'll get by. She just needs to get some sleep now and..." Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Why are you in here Kathryn?"

"Because I..."

"And don't give me that bullshit again. I can see it on you - it's Sebastian isn't it?"

Kathryn was the one to snort now. "Sebastian?" She rolled her eyes. "If to be honest with you mother, then yes I do worry about what will happen to Sebastian if he has to leave here. He's become like a brother to me and I don't believe living with his father is the best thing for him."

She got of the bed and took the now empty glass with her, putting it on a small table with a lamp and a nice crystal vase on it. She flicked the light switch on before she arranged the flowers a little.

"Brother."

Kathryn didn't pay attention to the comment. "Even if Edward is ... not of your interest anymore, I do hope you won't judge Sebastian after him."

Tiffani seemed to have sobbered up and she sat up halfways, leaning on some pillows. "And what if I do?"

Kathryn leered. "Oh mother, don't look at me like that. Like I'm going to scam the life out of you. I would never do that. You're my blood kin." A sweet smile replaced the leer.

Her mother didn't seem impressed and Kathryn slowly moved towards the door.

"But if I were you ... I might reconsider the thought of chucking Sebastian out. You never know, I might get cranky."

*'****'

Kathryn walked into Sebastian's room without knocking. He lifted his eyes from his journal and blew out some cigarette smoke from his mouth. "We don't knock anymore?"

"We don't." She tilted her head and leaned her back against the closed door. She held her hands on her back and turned the key in the lock. She didn't want interruptions.

"So, what is you need to tell me?" Sebastian closed the journal and put it in a drawer that he quickly closed.

"I think you should treat me a little nicer Sebastian. I mean, the one who keeps you with a roof over your head and all." She gestured up at the ceiling and he frowned.

"What? Have you ..." He got quiet, a smile appeared on his lips. "You've talked to your mother?"

"Yes, and well ... let's just say. If you get thrown out I'd be *very* surprised."

Sebastian got out of his chair and walked up to her, pulling her into his arms. "You did that?" He asked and she nodded.

"Didn't think I could pull it off? You underestimate me, dear brother."

They kissed, tongues playing with each other lustfully before parting. Kathryn let go of him and walked over to his bed. She let her hand slide over his bed post as she looked at him over her shoulder.

"So this is it?" He asked. "I thought we'd need more but your mom seems to be pretty set on things already."

Kathryn laughed tauntingly. "My mom might be a hot head but as soon as she cools off or sobers up, she'll reconsider. Some flowers from your dad and he'll be forgiven. Well maybe it'll take something expensive and glittery too in this case but it won't be a challenge for him."

She took a firm grip around the bed post and leaned over the bed. "But there'll be a short intermission cause I'm absolutley exhausted. Mind if I ... lay down." Her teaseful face experssion made him grin widely.

"Be my guest." He said generously moving closer with long, but slow steps.

Kathryn did so, supporting her head with her hand. She let her other hand gently caress her own body, her eyes set on him.

"Exactly how tired are you?"

She leered rolling onto her back. "Well you see, I have this problem. There are these awful stress knots making me all tense - preventing me from sleeping. It's really a pain."

He stood by the bed, right in front of her. "Ooh, poor Kat. Is there anything I can do? You know I'm a great humanitarian and hate seeing people suffer."

They both laughed as he leaned down over her. Kathryn crawled a little further back on the bed to make room for his entire lenght.

"I have an idea or two." She said before she kissed him.