A/N: Hey! just wanted to warn you, things get a bit errr...confusing here. Basically, I really wanted to do a sequel (which I am currently doing) so I tried to set it up, but it's a little messy, but that's okay because I love my sequel (if I do say so myself) so...hmmm...yeah...here's the ending to this portion of the tale...

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"I don't have to," Roan repeated, shooting a smile at Kyro, who was watching the scene with the usual detatchment. Roan turned back to Spot. "Why is that, darling? Why don't you have to?"

"Because I've got something to say," Spot said. His eyes glinted with superiority. It caught Roan off guard. He lowered the gun involuntarily.

"And what is that, pray tell?" His voice was low and laced with an almost imperceptible vulnerability. But Spot perceived it, and his smug smile widened. He folded his arms across his chest. "You sure seem confident for a guy who just got soaked off his ass," Roan growled. Spot didn't respond, which increased Roan's unease, which was exactly what Spot wanted. What he didn't notice, however, was the look on Ugly's face. She looked stricken and frozen in terror. Terror of the truth.

"Yeah, well I just got a letter," Spot said, reaching into his pocket.

"Congratulations," Roan said. He shot Kyro another look, but this time he was staring at his shoe and didn't notice.

Spot shot Roan a dirty look and unfolded the letter. "You do a lot of things that oughta get you into trouble," Spot began. Roan smiled at this, reminiscing. "But usually you manage to get yourself out of it. But one time, you messed with the wrong people," Roan wasn't smiling anymore. "Somehow you managed to escape and ran yourself to Brooklyn. And that, my friend, was your greatest mistake." Spot had stolen Roan's grin. "Because Brooklyn is mine."

Roan's face had gone from white to transparent, but still he somehow managed to keep his cool. "I haven't the slightest idea what you are talking about," he said in monotone.

"Well, let me refresh you memory," Spot looked down at the letter. "Coolridge, Alabama."

Roan's face was a cold blank but you could almost see the tension jumping just beneath the surface. From her place on the floor, Ugly looked to be on the brink of a cardiac arrest. Her face was drained and her eyes so wide, they were nearly out of the sockets.

"You were passing through, and you picked yourself up a little stowaway," Spot looked over to Kyro, who was really having a time of it staring at his shoes.

Spot was so proud of himself. Thanks to this anonymous tip he'd figured it all out. The note was cryptic, to be sure. But the point was clear. Roan had kidnapped somebody, Kyro, he assumed,from an extremely wealthy family in Alabama. There was a tremendous price on his head. The letter also provided the contact information for the family's relatives in the city, who would be more than happy to see justice served. "And his family wants him back."

Roan had locked Spot in a death glare. All the darkness of hell seemed crowded into the depths of his dark eyes. His face was pointed and animal-like. "Did your Pen Pal happen to mention that he is my wife?" Roan asked, in a barely perceptible whisper.

Spot's mind was throw for a loop. "Kyro is your wife?" He asked, without thinking. Jesus! This was more twisted then he'd thought. He looked from Roan to Kyro in confusion.

Roan walked over to Ugly and kneeled down next to her, slowly running her fingers through her hair. Ugly looked up at him with her soft, innocent eyes.

It took Spot's mind several seconds to jump the cables. "Ugly?" He asked.

She looked at him. "It's not what you think, he didn't make me. I wanted to, I needed to get away."

Roan stood up. "Did your little Pal tell you that her family used to fuck her? That they tossed her around and told her she was worthless?" Roan asked, his voice impassioned. "Do you see this girl?" He demanded. "This beautiful, perfect girl? I look at her and it breaks my heart."

"I wanted to go with him, Spot. He saved my life, he protects me." Ugly stood up, her knees shaking slightly.

"But he's…he's…" Spot began.

"What is he, Spot?" Spot turned at the sound of Kyro's soft, dulcet voice. "What is he that's any different then anyone else? That's any different then you? Everyone's good and everyone's evil and everyone's hopelessly fucked up. So stop fucking with our girl's mind and pretending that you're any better."

Spot and Ugly's eyes met for a moment. Despite the situation, Spot still felt a flush crawl up his cheeks. "You're married?"

Roan interjected, "I married her so her family wouldn't have any claim to her. It's perfectly legal…I think."

"Oh." Spot said. He looked around the room. This was one twisted, fucked up bunch of people. His eyes rested on Ugly. "I'm kind of at a loss for words, here."

"Want a joint?" Kyro asked, pulling up the sack next to his chair and getting preparing some rolling papers.

Spot looked around the room again. Roan was heading over to Kyro, any insanity seemed to have temporarily dissipated. Ugly was looking at him with a raw purity that was unsettling, but in a good way. The truth suited her.

Roan sat down next to Kyro and lit up the joint he handed to him. The both inhaled, held and exhaled together.

"You know what Spot? I always liked you. Didn't I Kyro?" He nudged Kyro in the shoulder.

"Oh yeah, he fucking loved you." Spot smiled a little. Ugly smiled back. Their eyes remained locked.

"C'mon, have a joint," Ron coaxed.

"I don't smoke." Spot said, his gaze constant.

"Me neither." Ugly replied.

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Hmmm…tres bizarre…this chappie just ran the gammut in about five seconds flat. But, oh! A happy ending…in a weird way. I think. hmm

Anyways, these are the FINAL questions! Wow, I guess you get the grand prize if you answer these ones!

Who sent the letter? Why?

Is it kind of a let down for all the mystery solved? Yeah, it always is.

How many of you saw this coming? If any of this is "familiar", I give up!

So, will there be a new foursome hitting Brooklyn in the future? Can one gang handle the multiple egos?

Will Spot & Ugly not smoke together into eternity?

Won't they all be kind of cute together? Just imagine all the great times in store! Maybe Spot can help keep Roan in check. What a great lesson we all have learned about peace and getting along. Let's all hold hand and sing…

PS So, yeah, I already have sequel in the works that (in my humble opinion) will be a million (approximately) times better then the original! So look out people!