Authors Note: Thanks Imzadi: Lindsey was beaten up in chapter 10, by a demon because one of his buissnes deals went bad. Even though we never meet his wife she is a tradional korean women and an art dealer (think Sun from the telavision show lost). They have no kids. Hopefully the following will answer all your questions

Authors note 2: T.A. is a teacher's assistant; professors usually have two or three, to help grade papers . The Second Cup is a Canadian Coffeshop Chain (Think starbucks but with better mochaccino's).

Stella POV

I ran my arms moving uselessly in the wind, my throat was empty and dry. I couldn't breath, but I kept going. I was not about to let anything little (like the current absence of oxygen in my brain) stop me.

I was running towards the car and my son, but I was too far away to realistically arrive in time. Then when all hope had vanished, a figure clothed entirely in black ran in front of the car, grabbed my son, and began to run fast. Faster then a human but slower then Superman.

My whole body yelled dad, and I ran towards my son and the mysterious figure. It must be Liam, mustn't it? But by the time I had reached Timothy there was no stranger next to him, no savior in the shadows.

But I forgot all about that at the moment so relived was I that timothy had survived.

Later in my own Car (Timothy sleeping next to me) I wondered, Could it have been Liam? The sky was over cast, and the figure was heavily clothed. It was possible.

Did it matter? It's not like I could take Dad home and introduce him to my family. It's not like I could ever let James see him. I started crying again at the stoplight.

I had even more question's now, for the one person who thought he had all the answers

Lindsey POV: Three A.M. the Following Morning

Stella didn't cry this time. She just set down on the leather couch as if this were her house. Then after refusing the offer of tea, she started asking questions. Stella didn't stop, in till an hour and a half later.

All the questions were important, some I could answer, and others I wouldn't. But she asked them anyways.

Where did Liam live? I knew that he lived in a harbor front loft apartment with three tropical fish, but I couldn't tell Stella that.

The next question I could answer: What was my relationship to her father? We ran a business together. I Legally extracted people from contracts with demon's (for money of course, why help the hopeless for free when you can extort a fee?). If my legal attempts don't succeed, Liam steps in.

She understood, the logistics. While the very word demon sent chills up my wives spine, Stella just greeted with a nod

Stella's brow wrinkled as I spoke about her father's quite life. How he still watched over her family from a distance, how he still wouldn't stop talking about her.

She asked if he had a girlfriend? I almost laughed. Liam's heart had been lost too long ago, to be rediscovered now.

Stella almost asked me who her real father was, and I would have told her too. I don't owe Liam that much. But she stopped herself.

These questions contented, in till finally I got to ask one " why are you here now? At three o' clock in the morning"

Stella blushed, and I could see the child in her again, if only for a second. "It is three isn't it" she paused for a second, and breathed deeply. "I think he saved my son's life today"

Liam couldn't have. I know he is in L.A. right now, tracking down a demon or saving cord's marriage, either or. I couldn't tell Stella that, Cordy and Wesley had told her time and time again, that they hadn't seen Liam in years. So I just smiled and said good night. She let herself out,

I got off the purple couch, my bones creaking, and my body tired. I headed towards the kitchen and poured a glass of merlot took a sip of wine. Looked out the window into the night garden.

Then turned around to grab a cracker from the cupboard. That's when I saw Liam, and swore out of shock.

"Really. Some warning please. I'm old now, and fragile"

"I'm older" Liam said. With that smirk on his face, the same smirk that he to threatened me with in the good old days. Even now he would never let me forgot that we weren't friend's only business partners.

"What are you doing here?" I asked taking another sip of wine

"Eavesdropping"

"No not about that, I already assumed the you overheard my conversation with spikes.. Umm your daughter"

Liam nodded in confirmation. And I continued, "No, what are you doing in the country I thought you were in L.A."

"I Was in LA, when got a hunch, came back here this morning"

"So you did save Timothy?" Liam didn't nod, he didn't have to. I knew.

James POV: A week later

I picked up a cup of coffee, at The Second Cup next to my office. I sipped my coffee noisily as I entered my office, in all its dingy glory. I was hours behind in my work.

I was about to pick up my phone, and call Stella and say I wouldn't make it back home in time for a dinner's or even breakfast. Then a knock interrupted my dialing. I hung up the phone "Come in"

My TA entered his Hair gelled in a now outdated style, and his body clothed in a suit that even I couldn't afford. He wasn't the traditional TA, covered in the odor of disenfranchised youth, and clad in jeans and a greasy t-shirt.

Liam had an ancient soul, which explained his clothes, and the fact that he brought in all his marked papers a day early. He was in short, my guardian angel. Which is coincidently his last name.

"Do you have any extra work for me?' Liam asked

"Actually" I said pulling one of the huge stacks of paper, off my desk "I do". I thanked him and as he left the office, I realized that for the first time in three days I could make it home for dinner.

The End (Kind of)

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