"Isn't this fun Mya?" Brock asked his daughter, who was sitting on Erika's lap.

"Yeah, but is dark. Why?" She looked up to Erika for a reason.

"We're underground sweetie."

"Oh." Mya nodded like she understood, though she probably didn't.

"Erika, you're going to have to explain this to me again. We got onto the subway at..."

"Eaton Centre."

"And we're going to..."

"The CN Tower, which is right next to the Skydome, which is where the show is tomorrow. We get off in a train station and walk for a little bit, then we're there."

"OK. What else are we going to try to fit in?"

"Well, we parked at the mall, so I feel the need to shop. There are several places we could go though. Casa Loma is fun, but I don't think Mya would like it. Maybe the Science Center though? We'll find something, we've got all day."

"Yeah, but the last time you were in Toronto, you spent the entire day shopping. Not happening today." Erika stuck her tongue out at him. "Wow, real mature."

"I know." She looked down at the schedule as the train came to a stop. "This is us." Brock picked up Mya and they got off the train.

"Where to Miss Know It All?"

"If I remember correctly, we go up those steps and to the left. Or we could just follow the signs."

Brock looked up and saw the arrows. "Uh, yeah, we could do that." They walked for about fifteen minutes before coming back outside in front of the tower, where there was a huge crowd. "What is with all these people?" He waited for a response, and turned around when he got none. "Erika?" He could see her struggling to get through the crowd. He pushed his way back through and grabbed her hand, pulling her along beside him.

"Thanks. People would just not move." She tried to pull her hand away, but Brock wouldn't let go.

"Don't want to lose you again."

"Oh. This way you won't, right?"

"Right." Erika thought of the double meaning that statement carried, but decided to ignore it for the time being. They got in line and waited for about an hour and a half before being allowed to get in the elevator.

"You want some gum?"

Brock looked confused. "Why?"

"It'll help when your ears start popping."

"Oh, yeah. Sure, I'll take a piece. Thanks."

"Yep." Mya stuck out her hand. "You want some too cutie?"

"Yeah. And you hold me?" Erika looked to Brock.

"Is that okay?"

"Of course." Mya took the gum from Erika and stuck out both arms. Erika adjusted her on her hip, and the ride up started.

"Look out the window Mya. Isn't that cool?" Erika asked her.

"Yeah is cool. We up high?"

"Uhhuh. But we'll be up even higher in a minute."

"Oh. Like in a airplane?"

Erika laughed. "Not quite that high." The elevator came to a stop s moment later, and everyone walked out. Brock stopped by the door, and Erika kept walking. "Brock, you coming?"

He scratched the back of his head and shrugged. "Nah, you two go ahead."

Erika looked at him closely before it dawned on her. "You are not even afraid."

"Sshh!," he said, looking around. "No, I'm not afraid...just cautious."

"Cautious, right. That's ok, Mya and I will just go outside. You can wait here."

He rolled his eyes and stepped away from the door. "No, I'll come." He slowly walked to them, and they went out onto the deck.

"Wow Daddy look!" Mya was leaning against the screen and pointing. "All the people look little!"

"Mya, don't lean against the screen. Why are you letting her lean on it?"

"Brock, she is fine. If you can't handle this, then go back downstairs. Do you see anyone else freaking out? No, you don't."

"I'm going back in then."

"Fine." Brock walked down to the next door and went out it. Erika tried not to laugh when she saw what he was doing.

"Holy Shit!" Brock yelled and jumped off the clear plastic floor. He looked around at the people and started to blush. "Sorry folks, I've never been up this high before." A few people laughed, and others just went back to their own business. Erika and Mya came up behind him.

"That was the funniest thing I have seen in days."

"Why didn't you tell me that was there?" he asked, referring to the fair-sized section of clear floor.

"It was fun to watch. It won't break you know."

"What won't?"

"Duh. The floor. Watch." Erika set Mya down and walked over to it. She jumped up and down a few times. "Gee, I'm still here." Mya broke away from Brock and ran over to Erika, stopping just shy of the plastic.

"I do to?"

"If you want."

"Yes." Mya walked onto it and plopped down in the middle. "Is cool." She got back up and grabbed Erika's hand. "Go down now?"

"Yeah, I think your daddy is ready."

"More than," Brock said, sounding relieved. They went back down the elevator and walked back to the subway station. They arrived back at the Eaton Centre, and shopped for awhile before deciding to get lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe. They were trying to decide what to do after eating when Mya decided for them.

"Daddy I tired."

"You want to go back to the hotel?" Mya nodded. "Is that okay with you?" he asked Erika.

"Of course. I'm pretty tired myself."

"We might have time to do something else later."

"Even if we don't, its not a big deal."

"You're sure?"

"Uhuh." Brock hailed a cab, and they were back at the hotel a short time later. Erika and Mya climbed into one of the beds and were asleep in minutes. Brock flipped through the channels, and was almost asleep when he heard Erika's cell phone start to ring. She looked dead to the world, so he answered it.

"Hello?"

"Uh, hi. I'm looking for Erika?" The voice sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't place it.

"She's sleeping. Can I take a message?"

"Yeah, could you just tell her Stephanie called?" Stephanie was close to Kurt, and had started a friendship with Erika during her angle with Kurt.

"I thought I recognized your voice. It's Brock."

"Oh, hey. I wasn't sure if it was you."

"Yeah. Both of the girls pooped out on me, so we're back at the hotel."

"Well, if she gets up in the next few hours can you tell her to give me a call?"

"Sure thing Steph. Bye."

"Bye Brock." Brock set the phone down and got into his bed.

"Daddy?"

"Thought you were asleep Princess."

"I was. Will you come over here?"

"Don't you want to lay with Erika?"

"Yeah, you too."

'She better not get pissed at me for this,' he thought to himself about Erika. He got up and went to lay down on Mya's other side.

"Thanks Daddy."

"Your welcome Princess," he said, and drifted off to sleep.

'What is wrong with my pillow?' was the first coherent thought that came to Erika's mind three hours later. She pushed it a bit, and opened her eyes when she realized it wouldn't move. Mya wasn't in the bed, and Erika saw that she was laying on Brock's chest. She sat up and looked around. Mya was watching cartoons and Brock was looking up at her with laughter in his eyes.

"Evening Sunshine."

"Funny."

"Mya asked me to come over here, and then she's up watching cartoons an hour later. You were really comfortable though, so I didn't want to move."

"You stayed in bed for two hours just so you wouldn't wake me up."

"Well, yeah." He looked a bit uncomfortable.

"That's sweet. Now I can't call you a savage behind your back."

"You do not."

She laughed and stood up. "No, I do not. I'm taking a shower." She grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom. Brock remembered that he forgot to tell Erika about her phone call, so he got up and knocked on the door.

"Erika?"

"What?"

"You got a phone call while you were sleeping."

"What?"

"I said-"

"Hold on." He could hear the water shut off, and the door opened a minute later. "OK, what did you need?" Brock couldn't tear his eyes away from Erika, who was wrapped only in a small towel. "Brock?"

"Yeah?"

"What did you need?"

"You."

"What?!"

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Um, you..got a phone call. Stephanie called right after you fell asleep."

Erika gave him a strange look. "Right. Thanks." She grabbed her cell from the counter and went back into the bathroom. She emerged a short time later wearing a robe, with her hair up in a towel. "Did you have plans for tonight?"

"Not really, other than to grab something to eat. Why?"

"Stephanie wanted me to meet her at the bar downstairs for some drinks."

A look of disapointment crossed Brock's face, but it was quickly covered by indifference. "Go have fun."

"It'll just be for awhile. Maybe we could eat after?"

"Mya will probably be too tired."

Realizing it was already after 6, Erika nodded. "Probably. Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Erika, don't act like you need my permission. Go."

"Fine."

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"OK, so then Brock pulls down his shorts, sits in the paint, stands back up, and runs over to the wall and puts hit butt prints all over it. It was so funny!" Erika was laughing so hard she could barely catch her breath.

"That is hilarious!" Stephanie said, and downed the last of her third cosmopolitan. "I thik we need some more."

"You thik? What the hell is thik?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe we're durk?"

"What the hell is that?"

"Durk, you know."

"Erika, I think you mean drunk, and I know we are. I am going to feel like shit in the morning."

"Me too. Oh man, I have work to do tomorrow. I am only interviewing sympathetic people, or it would really suck."

"Uhuh." Stephanie signaled the bartender, and he came down with a full pitcher of drinks for them. "We should do this more often."

"Except next time, no alocohol."

"OK, but more guy bashing?"

"Steph, you and Paul aren't even fighting."

"No, but it's fun."

"That it is."

"Tell me something Erika. Was there ever a time that you and Brock actually got along?" Their fighting, while not exactly recent, was a bit legendary.

"Oh yeah. For about an hour in college once, in our very first class. You wanna know that the problem was? Nic found him first. And even though I was hooked after five minutes, I did everything I could to make him not want me because she was infatuated. And look what happened."

Stephanie was a bit confused by Erika's openness. "What do you mean Erika?"

"Steph, you know. The whole thing with Justin and Nicole? I know you know. If I would have been selfish and horribly mean then she would still be alive and things would be normal." Erika started crying and banged her head down onto the bar. "I am a horribly emotional drunk."

"I think you are sweetie. Let me call Brock."

"No, you can't call Brock. If he found out he would just blame me, and then he would be mad." She was silent for a moment before weakly sighing. "Would you call him?"

"Of course." Steph pulled out her cell and called upstairs.

"Hello?"

"Brock, it's Stephanie. Could you come down here and get Erika? She's not feeling well."

"How much did she have to drink?"

Stephanie looked at the empty pitcher in front of her, their fourth. "Just a little."

"Right. I'll be down in a minute." True to his word Brock came right downstairs. "Erika, why do you do this to yourself?" he said to her from behind.

"Dunno," was the muffled reply he heard. He turned her stool around and lifted her face. He could see the tears streaming down.

"Erika, what happened?" His voice was loud, though Erika mistook his concern for anger.

"Don't be mad Brock. I did what I could." She burst into tears again, and fell into his arms. Brock was beyond confused. He looked to Stephanie for help.

"What the hell is she talking about?"

"She was saying some stuff about Nicole and Justin, and she just got kind of weird."

"Nicole and Justin. She's never talked about that with anyone that I know of, other than the police. Thanks for calling me Steph."

"No problem. I'll see you at the show tomorrow."

"OK. Have a good night."

"You too." Stephanie gave Erika a small smile and stumbled out of the lobby. Brock scooped Erika up in his arms and made his way to the elevator.

"What on earth am I going to do with you?"

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AN: I am on a role today! I am going to try to crank out chapters for my other stories, as I am feeling a need to get them done so I can work on some new ones that are crowding my head :)

Lisa