She looked stunning, he thought as she walked down the steps. So she did fit into his ex-wives clothing. He wasn't sure if should have left it out or not. He had estimated they were about the same size, but that was an understatement. Of course, Pan didn't act a thing like his ex-wife either, which unbeknownst to him, was a blessing in disguise. She wasn't wearing any jewelry besides that one little diamond tier necklace that her mother and father had stashed away for her 17th birthday. She blinked at him and brushed her ebony locks from her eyes. Today they were up in curls, he thought, unlike usual when they were down strait. Obviously she hadn't understood the meaning of "desirable".

Angelina was wearing her small little pink dress that had a lone flower on the front of it. It was a small daisy that one of the maids had sewn on for her, at her request. Angel was so sweet that she didn't need a daisy to show it. She also had on a white head band that held her hair in order. Her father swept her up into a bear hug and she squirmed happily trying to brake free of his vice grip. Obviously he had years of practice.

Pan couldn't help but smile. Tonight, however, she was Kitari again. She didn't mind having a new name. It helped her escape who she was, and be someone else. Someone upper-class. Someone who was invited to fancy dinners and cocktail parties. She had died to be that person for at least 10 years now, and so far her wish was being granted. Trunks hadn't realized he was holding his breath until she took his hand. His heart rate quickened, and jumped a few beats, but nothing out of the ordinary. They linked arms as she clung to Angel's free hand as if it were her only life-line between life and imminent danger.

She was drawing stares from lustful greedy men all across the room, and scowels from their dates. She was trying to avoid it. She wasn't too sure if the scowels were because their dates were paying more attention to the girl in basic attire, or because they were angry that she got Trunks before they could even devise a plan to do it themselves. Whatever the reason she didn't like it. She was glad she'd get to leave. She was going outside and waiting. But she had to use the phone to call Emily and fill her in first.

After she hung up the phone, she went back inside and noticed a tall lanky blonde. She had seen her before a few times, once in person, but hadn't asked any questions. It looked as though she were trying to take Angel, who had, given the circumstances, tried to follow her outside. Angel had faught it, but to no avail lost the battle. This lead Pan to wondering where her father was. Brushing her hair back and slipping her necklace into her pocket, she walked over. The girl wrenched her way from the tight grasp, and ran over to cling at Pan's knee.

"Are you Ms. Briefs, ma'am?" asked Pan almost silently.

"Yes, and I want my daughter." She hissed.

"I'm sorry, I don't believe you have permission." Answered Pan casually flashing a smile, almost tempting the other woman to fight.

The woman reached for her daughter, only to have her swept up into Trunks' grasp. Cursing a volgure word, she glared at him.

"Amy," he glared. "I believe this is not the place to cause a scene."

"Oh, it seems fine to me." She glared back, twice as hard. "And I want my daughter." She answered with a tone laced with anger.

"Amy, I believe we've talked this over before."

"Oh yes, we have," she answered regretting it. "But I'm tired of hearing her crying."

"Crying?" he asked facetiously.

"Oh never mind!" she growled. Brushing her perfect blond hair with her shaky, perfectly manicured nails, she looked back at him. "You wouldn't know since you're never there."

Trunks had never hit a woman in his life, but this was a blatant offer.

The long, tall, blonde sighed, and pulled his hand. "You're not walking around with another tramp while my daughter is still under your roof."

"Your daughter? I believe I had some part in her existence!" He bellowed back. Pan watched from the sidelines in shock, with a palm over her mouth. They really didn't get along. What would it take to keep this child safe? At what lengths would he go to to save her? What lengths would Pan got to to save the child she'd become so fond of?

The little girl snuggled closer in Pan's skirts. She had only known the child for three days, but already she was forming a protective instinct for her.

"Don't call me a tramp! You don't even know me!" Shrieked Pan from her vantage point.

"Your Kitari Morgayne, I've learned about you…studied you."

"How do you know me?"

"Honey, I know everyone and everything that happens at that place. You can't hide much from me." She grew angry with each look Pan gave her.

"Wait, you study my clients?" Trunks shrieked.

"I know." She snarled. "I make it my business to know! I'm not going to have my child running around with a tramp all her life."

Pan lunged at her and took a swing to the perfect woman's nose. Suffice it to say, Pan didn't miss. She swung hard, and drew blood. The woman looked at her husband and then back at her precious child.

"Don't call me a tramp ever again. For your information, which is in-accurate, by the way, my name is P.S., and I'm the Nanny."

Amy blinked a few times, then looked from Trunks to Pan. She only nodded a few times. Then looked over at Pan. "Your…the Nanny?"

"Yes," Pan whispered, and ran away crying.

So much for her new life, she mused almost laughing at the thought. She had tried, and planned so carefully and meticulously what she'd say to this woman. She hadn't expected the woman to have studied her. More like; Researched her, Like a bug under a microscope. The thought made her shiver and squirm. She had been sitting against a wall for a good two hours now. She didn't hear them arguing anymore, which was a great thing, but they hadn't come looking. At that moment, as if cued by the thought…

"Daddy, she's over there!" shrieked Angel.

Trunks bolted over and kneeled to her level running his hands over her arms checking for wounds.

"Are you ok?"

She yanked her hands away from his. It made her heart tingle and jolt, that he had cared…and that he had brought Angel too.

"I assume you are hurt?"

"Not hurt," she whispered. "Angry. At myself."

"Why?" he inquired.

"I cried," she answered plain and simple.

"Don't worry, I can make you laugh." He said almost inaudibly.

"How so?"

"After you ran off, she started lecturing me about parenting skills and child support, and jail, and other things that don't fit in the mix, but seemed like they did to intimidate me." He took one good look at Angel, and took a deep breath. "Then Angel joined in to protect me," absent mindedly he ran an hand through her blond hair cursing how much she resembled the woman he would have once died for. "I threatened to sue her for every penny she had, and she sauntered away like a puppy who had a wounded pride."

Angel bellowed triumphantly; "She deserved it! Daddy put a hurtin' on her!"

Pan let out a small giggle, then snorted.

"I wish I could have seen it," she answered simply.

"Angel said that she was a meany to make her go to those fancy dinner parties." He laughed. "But even I didn't like those. I still tend to skip them."

She looked at the young one who was fighting to stay awake and smiled.

"Someone's tired," she thought aloud. "Want to take her back?"

"Yeah, we probably should."

"I'm going to walk home then." Said Pan.

""I'll drive you."

"I don't want to hastle you."

"Your not."

"But—"

"No buts. Get in the car."

"Fine. But I won't like it!" she bellowed back.

As they pulled away neither were conscious of the paparazzi in the back snapping pictured furiously as if there was no tomorrow, or it were an important story of there being no life tomorrow. Unbeknownst to Pan, Trunks, and Angel, the headlines tomorrow would scream murder. And so would the woman in them.

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