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A/N: Howdy there y'all, I don't really have to many authors' notes other than the standard, hope you enjoy.

The next night Connor showed up on Kira's front porch at quarter after nine thinking, this is finally my chance. What ever you do bonehead, don't blow it! Then the door opened and Kira stepped outside. "Ready to go?" Kira asked. When Connor didn't answer she looked up to find him staring down at her, open-mouthed.

Well this is awkward, she thought as she nudged him. "Hey, the sooner we get going the sooner this will be over with... So let's go."

Snap out of it man, she looks amazing though Connor thought, trying to shake himself out of it.

"Okay, now this is just awkward." she said as she began to walk towards his truck. "Are you coming or not?" she called over her shoulder as she climbed into the drivers seat and turned the ignition key. That finally got his attention and he began to run towards the truck, damn. He hopped in through the passenger side, squishing Ethan between them.

"Hey Kira, you look great." Ethan complimented.

"Thanks."

"Um Kira-"

"Yeah?"

"What's with Connor? Why are you driving?"

"Hormones." she stated simply.

"Ahh. That explains it all." and then they were there.

As the three entered the house they were greeted by Devin and a beer for each. Next their ears were assaulted with obscenely loud music.

"I'm gonna go dance, wanna come?" asked Connor over the music. Both Kira and Ethan shook their heads no, so he shrugged and disappeared into the throng of dancers.

"I'm gonna go talk to the DJ You gonna be okay Kira?" Kira nodded and then Ethan too was gone.

So Kira, left alone to her own devices slunk off to watch the festivities from the stairs.

Two hours later Kira had danced with twelve different guys. None of them had made her feel an ounce of what Tommy did and now it was Connor's turn. Their bodies in time to the rhythm, song after song. Connor was able to move his hands up and done Kira's curves. He was practically in heaven having her all to himself like that. But on her end something wasn't quite right.

The song Gold Digger was booming from the stereo. She was dipping and swaying to the music while Connor was borderline groping at her when it hit her like Elsa's fist.

She loved him. No, not Connor, but Tommy. She missed him so desperately that it was pathetic, but she didn't care. "Connor," she started leaning forward, "Connor, I'm gonna go find a bathroom alright?"

"Sure, hurry back." he said as she moved away.

But instead of stopping at the bathroom she ran up the stairs to find an empty bedroom. There she sat on the bed and pulled out her cell phone.

It was about 12:30 in the morning and Tommy couldn't go sleep, all he could do was think about Kira. As if by magic the phone started to ring, "Hello?" Who the hell would be calling me at this hour?"

"Tommy?" it was tired and a little slurred up the voice was unmistakably Kira's.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Hundreds of images came to mind but none of them were good.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I just..." her voice trailed off.

"Just what Sweetheart?" He was surprised at how easily the pet name rolled off his tongue.

"Can you come and get me? I'm here at Cassidy's house, just off Rodeo Drive and I came with Connor and..."

A white-hot knife of jealousy twisted into Tommy's gut. "Why can't he bring you? You two seem to be getting awfully cozy these days." Tommy said his voice practically dripping with venom. Ouch, that was a little harsh, don't you think Oliver.

"Please Tom-, I mean Dr. O. Sorry for the slip up."

"Kira-"

"Fine Dr. O, I'll just walk." she said angrily, pressing the end button with a little more punch then needed.

"Damnit!" Tommy cussed as he grabbed his keys and ran out the door. It was after midnight and the one person he truly cared for was out in the dark, walking home with God-only-knows how many sickos on the loose. "Hold on Sweetheart." Tommy muttered as he sped towards Rodeo Drive. I just hope I'm not too late, Tommy thought as he turned onto the right street.

There she is, Tommy breathed a huge sigh of relief and then he saw it. A shadow was creeping up behind her slowly but surely. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. I'm still too far away!

A/N: Cliched, I know but this is just a means to an end, don't hate me. Oh yeah and some food for thought; on a regular day Kira is a formidable opponent but at this point she's upset with Tommy, extremely tired and just a little tipsy. Presently a really big gust of wind could probably take her down. Oh well, 'til next time. Review me please!