A/N: Rather drastic change in the plot, my writing style. hope you enjoy.

Again.

Farah sat up in bed again with bloodshot eyes. Anger surged through her as she heard the footsteps pound down the hallway, yet again, and since her Inn room was the last one next to the restroom, she'd been woken up more times than she could count with these footsteps.

She couldn't sleep anyway, thoughts of old memories and Reid kept flying into her mind, as well as the nauseous feeling in her stomach - reminding her how sick she got after drinking every time she moved.

A loud bang - like someone dropped something - interrupted her thoughts in the hall. It sounded like it was right outside her door. A low moan of pain from outside made her eyebrows bend in a confused frown.

"Uh?"

Standing up in bed, she opened the door of her room to see a trail of smoke, the source being a dark messy-haired figure collapsed on the floor. He squinted up at her and grinned that disturbing grin.

"Shit, I got the wrong door." Like a true addict, he left the cigarette on his lips while talking.

She raised her eyebrows at him. He was wearing pants, no shirt, and a drunken - but cute - smile. "Get up, Keele."

He pulled himself to his feet and stumbled into her room. As Farah watched his eyes run up and down her body, she blushed a dark crimson when realizing she was only wearing her red lace negligee.

She hurried toward her nightrobe, but before Farah could make it Keele had stepped in her path. "Don't worry about it," he grinned and took a long drag, "we can be half-naked together."

She straightened up at how close he was to her, the stench of smoke and alcohol emanating off of him almost made her gag. Maybe he should leave, she thought. Maybe this is a bad idea.

"It's um, really late..."

Sitting on the bed, she watched him lean against the wall and stare at her, the smoke billowing up and covering his expression, but she could tell he was still grinning.

"You know, you're a different person. If I didn't know better, I wouldn't believe I was talking to Keele Zeibel."

He shrugged carelessly, "I wasn't the happiest kid before anyway."

"Are you happy now?"

Taking the fag away from his lips he blew out the smoke thoughtfully. Looking back at her he shrugged again. "Yeah. Well, the most I remember."

She swallowed doubtfully, and a question that had been bugging her for a while popped out of her lips. "With Meredy? That isI mean, if you are..."

He grinned wider, that creepy all-knowing smirk, as if he expected this and crossed his arms.

"I'm not 'with' anyone," he laughed and took a step toward her, "are you 'with' Reid?"

Farah looked away almost bitterly. "No. I don't know. I can never tell."

She looked back at him and in the lamp light her expression softened as she noticed something...that she had expected. As her face fell, he jumped back into the darkness, but it was too late because she had already seen the lines and the scars on his wrists.

"My god Keele. Gambling, drinking, smoking, fucking and now drugs. Man, you are going down one hell of a road. And don't shrug this time."

Habit forced him to shrug anyway. "They," he pointed to his crack lines, "were from a lone time ago. It wasn't that great anyway, what's with you two? You get so angry because I have a little fun." He frowned and sighed. "I mean, sorry I aint some bumbling nerd anymore, but that's life. People change."

Farah stood up and walked toward him, insulted but concerned. "Keele, we're not trying to ruin your fun by coming here, didn't you think of us once during the past year? God, we've saved millions of lives, I think we should at least keep in touch..."

Her trailing words made her look at her friend. She'd been looking at him in a totally different way ever since she saw him and Meredy explode out of the Dancehall. His nonchalant, bad-boy sex appeal new look was strangely attractive.

Maybe it was because he was so shockingly different, or different than Reid, but something compelled her to step awfully close to him as he flicked his cigarette butt into her garbage can with experienced aim.

His height made a perfect lock with her as she embraced him with a hug, his chin resting on her head and she closed her eyes as she pressed her cheek against his cold bare chest. "I missed you, you know. And I still miss the old you."

"Still in me somewhere. Jini really hits you up, y'know."

She looked up at him, his dark eyes were still a bit hazy and she understood the haziness hadn't been just alcohol, but it didn't matter. As he looked back down they locked eyes and the whole situation of being in a dark room scantily clothed hit the two of them full force.

Of course, Keele was the first to act, as drunken male reactions can go a long way. Farah let him push her backwards, staring at her in that hungry sort of way. She knew she was looking back with the same look, and wondered if all those times during the Grand Fall fear, he'd thought of this.

As they hit the bed, she grabbed the back of his neck as he kissed her, intensely, hungrily and she let a small moan out as he pinned her arms down, grinning and slowly kissed her chin, neck...

Her red lace negligee was short and tight, and their frenzy had pulled the strings on her arms down to her elbows and the bottom up high. His hands slid from pinning her arms down to her full breasts, almost exposed from his previous actions. Then down, further to her hips. She realized, almost panicking that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He could so easily...

"Mmm...Keele..." their heavy breathing gave them a rhythmic rise and fall as Keele's lips caressed under her chin, and her mouth again. She pushed him on his back and sat on top of him, grinning as his hands automatically grabbed her tush and pushed her in place and she could feel him through his pants. Her negligee was so short.

What am I doing, she thought. This is Keele. KEELE I'm going to

She pulled herself off of him, sitting on the side of the bed anxiously.

"What?" His voice was still low and husky.

She wrapped her arms around herself and bit her lip nervously. "I don't think this a good idea."

Keele jumped off the bed and walked around in front of her. His eyes were more open in confusion and he grabbed her shoulder. "You can't just do that, Farah, that's kinda mean..."

She shook him off of her and stood up. "I feel too guilty. I can't explain it, maybe you should just leave."

She could hear his voice from behind her. "I thought you said you aint with Reid."

"I'm not." She turned around, angry with the mention of his name. "I'm not." She closed her eyes when she looked at him, trying to block out what she almost just done. She had wanted to, so bad...

"Just go back to your room or something."

"Fuckin' weird." She heard a shuffle and the door opening and closing, but kept her eyes shut. Was she with Reid? No, they'd never talked or anything, she was sure he didn't consider them together.

Then why did she feel so guilty with Keele? Like she was being watched, or caught, when she could have had one hell of a night.

Closing her eyes tighter, she fell back on the bed feeling humiliated, unsatisfied and guilty.

And all she could fuckin' hear was that clomp clomp clomp of someone walking down the hallway.

Shot out of ideas now, but I'll think of something soon in the next week.
(March 21, 2005) Sorry for the unfinished story :(