Okay, well, Sarah was a ROYAL pain in that chapter, and she's a bit of a pain in this one. But James affects her a lot. Too much.

I don't own LK whatsoever. If I did... Well, I've been over that to death.

Anyways, I know I'm going to get questions over my usage of the word screw in this chapter. Yeah, yeah, yeah, all modern and whatsoever. Anyways, I have this slang dictionary, and in it, it lists screw in the context it's used in the story, and it lists like 1780 or something as the date where it was first used... or whatever.

James is SO nice in this chapter though. And Sarah's mean, but you can get why she's mean. I mean, now, if a guy cared enough about me to do what he did, I would be appreciative. But that's the difference between me and Sarah... Anyways...

When I awoke, I found myself nose to nose with James, who is still slumbering. Not the way I wanted to wake up. Really. I try to leave, but his arms are wrapped around me, and as I move away, he pulls me closer into an embrace.

Disgusting. He ought to bathe. I am making a mental note to tell him that as soon as he stops squeezing the life out of me.

"JAMES HILLER!" I screech.

His bleary eyes open drowsily, and he yawns. He blinks, staring at me for a second before realizing that he was practically crushing me, blushing, and letting me go completely. Needless to say, I landed on my behind on the floor. Ouch.

He laughs nervously... It's almost as if... No, it can't be.

"Uh, sorry, Sar," He mutters, flustered.

I rise to my feet, shooting him a glare. Who does he think he is? First he squeezes the life out of me, then drops me unto the ground. Now he's calling me Sar, which is not my name.

"It's Sar-AH, you imbecile!" I snap, furious.

James glares at me. What right has he to do that? He infuriates me so much! Ugh!

"Sarah, what is wrong with you? We haven't argued this much since you were a Tory," He asks, nonplussed.

How can he be so calm? It's so annoying. Grr!

I roll my eyes at him, shuffling through my bag for some clothing to wear.

"You!" I shouted.

He glared at me once more, his look challenging me. Clothes in hand, an idea comes to me, and I walk up to him, shoving him out the door.

"I've got to change. That could take hours. See you in a bit," I remark coldly.

Ah, time to myself. I slowly start getting dressed, though I hear loud voices on the other side of the door.

"So, boy, she as good a screw as she looks?"

Hmm. Unfamiliar.

"Don't talk about her like that."

It's James, and he sounds rather threatening.

"Why shouldn't I? She's yours, ain't she?"

"What are you insinuating?"

James voice is low and serious.

"Well, I'm 'sinuatin' that that there girl's yours. And I'm ever so honored that you chose my 'umble inn to screw that one. Musta been a special night for th' both of you."

"That's none of your business."

Someone tries to open the door, and I panic a little. But I hear a sickening crack, and a screech. I hurry to put my dress on. I have to find out what's happening. Finally I am dressed, and I scurry outside, picking up both my saddlebags and James'. Something tells me we'll have to leave soon.

I look and am stunned to see James pinning that awful innkeeper from last night to the wall. The poor man. I rush over to them.

"I was just trying to-" The man pleads.

"I know what you were trying to do. And I didn't want you to do it," James says, voice steely.

I run faster. That man is in trouble.

"James! What are you doing to that man?" I shriek shrilly.

James turns over to me, looking panicked and embarrassed. He runs a hand through his hair.

"Well, he tried to get into the room while you were changing. With the way he was talking about you, it was a wonder I didn't punch him before he pulled that," James says, disdainfully staring at the man.

The man looks frightened, and his nose is bleeding lightly, an eye turning black. Looking at him I feel pity and disgust. I stare at James.

"Let him go. We must get going!" I scolded.

James dropped the man, who slid down the wall. Angrily, I tossed him his carpetbag, slamming the door behind me. James ran after me, trying to apologize, but I didn't want, no, I didn't need to hear it.

"Sarah, please!"

I shook my head, trying to jump up unto the horse, but failing miserably. I knew my anger was complicating matters, but I couldn't stop the raw force of it. Suddenly, I felt hands around my waist, pushing me up unto it. I turn around to thank my aide, and discover that I'm face-to-face with James.

It's never a good thing when I'm close to James. I learned that a long while ago. He brings out the worst in me. I learned that when I started having those dreams. I swore that I would never think of them again. I swore.

But here I am. Breaking my own promises. I jerk my head away, and James leaps up behind me. He attaches the bags to the back of the horse, then we kick off, his arms tight around my waist again.

"So, James," I reply mockingly, "Am I a good screw?"

I look back, and his face is a picture of shock. My eyes bore into his unrelentingly.

"Well," I goad, "Am I?"

James shrugs, looking down.

"I wouldn't know," He mutters.

I roll my eyes.

"Oh, come on, of course you do, James," I cajole.

James shakes his head, face stiff.

"No, actually I don't," He growls angrily.

I shoot him a look.

"Why not, James?" I retort, in a hiss.

James looks me in the eye, eyes blazing with anger. A ferocious anger.

"No, I wouldn't, Sarah, I'd have to have sleep with you to find out, and since I haven't, lucky me, I don't know the answer to that question, because having sex with you is the only way I'd be able to know if you're good in bed," James snaps.

What? That means... Oh, not good. I slap him, and he merely sighs.

"What, Sarah, you can't handle the truth?" He jeers.

Guiding the horse, I turn to glare briefly at him.

"Oh, you couldn't get a girl if you tried," I sneer.

James shrugs.

"I got Sybil, didn't I?" He rejoins.

I certainly cannot argue with him there. But I do anyways.

"And how did that turn out, James?" I slip in, slyly.

James shrugs. But we continue forward.

- Loren ;

Ah, Sybil again. Interesting note about her... She and James kind of... I dunno. It's odd. There's issues.