Flash, though she was only 10, knew that she was the problem between her mom and Rouge and her daddy. She slipped into her father's room carrying a black duffel bag and wearing black clothes other than the trenchcoat she wore that was so much like her fathers. There were tears in her sad new eyes. It was only 11:00 when she kissed her father goodbye, tucked a tarot card under his pillow, then disapeared into the night.

Back at the bar:

Spell grinned as another song drifted out of the battered jukebox.She turned to Logan, nursing a beer in the corner.

"Hey, babe? Wanna dance?"

And so the night went on.

The next morning:

Spell slept soundly next to Logan. Her arm was draped over his chest.
He woke up, aware suddenly of the slender form next to him. Instead of jumping out of bed, he stroked her hair, wondering at the memories she had evoked in him. He could remember much of his, or should I say, thier history.

"Baby"
She mummered as she felt him slip his hands through her soft hair. "LOGAN?"

He looked hurt at the look on her face. When she noticed, she took his face in her hands and sighed.

"Sorry, just been a long time, guess ya know that now, huh babe? What happened last night anyways?"

He grinned rougishly.

"no idea, Spell. Where are we anyways?"

Spell did a quick mindscan.

"Cheap hotel, bout 2 blocks from the bar."

she slipped out of bed, aware of his gaze as she dressed. Then the same happened to him.

Silently, they slipped to the mansion, walking the last half block.