Faith and John stared at the burnt out ruins of the Klingon Space chapel. They were both shocked and both secretly wondering, if they had caused it in some way.
The accidental newlyweds picked their way to where people who were obviously the owners, were sifting through the rubble with insurance officers and fire inspectors.
"Excuse me." Faith said. "But my um, husband here and I got married here last night, and we think we left our passports behind."
The middle aged man looked at her tiredly. "Oh yeah, I recognise you, nice dress. Sorry we put them in a locked drawer, figured you'd be back this morning and now everything's burnt to ash."
'That's unusual." Constantine commented easily.
"Yeah, it was arson." The man said looking distraught. "Nothing is left, nothing."
"Sorry man." Faith said sympathetically.
She and John walked off. As soon as they were out of earshot Faith turned to John.
"I'm fucked." She stated in annoyance. "There is no way I'm gonna make that flight."
"How long will it take you to get a replacement passport?" John asked.
"That's it, I won't." Faith explained. "I'll get emergency travelling papers and that will only get me back to Ireland, where I'll have to apply there for a new passport."
"Aren't you an American citizen?" John asked her concerned, something unpleasant occurring to him.
"No I'm an Irish citizen." Faith explained. "For a coupla reasons I don't have American citizenship."
Faith didn't think her full pardon for murder, the Watchers Council of Great Britain had swung for her, conditional on renouncing her American citizenship and never entering the state of California again was Constantine's business. Faith's maternal grandparents had been born in Ireland, thus her Irish citizenship after a few phone calls to the right people.
"This might make getting a divorce take longer than I first thought." John pointed out. "You're an Irish citizen, who lives in the United Kingdom right?"
"Yeah, sorry Constantine were you engaged to someone else?" Faith asked sceptically. "Or is it how much this is going to cost us? Because that's starting to worry me."
"Me too. No offence Faith, but you're turning out to be one costly fuck." John told her in a monotone.
"Well at least you remember it." Faith retorted. Her eyes narrowed as a horrible thought struck her "Hey did you have screw me, when I was passed out back at the hotel as well?"
"I hope not." John said sincerely, "Necrophilia is not one of my personal vices."
Faith believed him, she had never before met anyone she had liked so much instantly or found so attractive, in spite of the age difference.
They walked along the street in companionable silence again. John was wishing this whole mess had never happened. Yet he was appreciative of how non dramatic, Faith was being about the affair.
Faith paused in front of a Flag Inn. "Well here's my hotel. I need to ring up the consulate in Reno, I'll ask him how to get a divorce from Ireland for here as well. Do you want to come up too and hear it first hand?"
John nodded, ''How long did your previous divorce take, in Ireland?"
Faith looked pained. "I had what is called grounds for Divorce in England, where my ex-husband an American, was living as a permanent resident as well. It took eight months, from filing to the decree absolute to the end of my thirteen month marriage."
"Did you get married in a church?" John asked her as they walked through the lobby.
"Registry Office, and I can't believe that Chapel gave a religious ceremony, to two drunken people." Faith commented. "That's majorly low, no wonder it frickin burnt to the ground."
"So in the eyes of God, I'm married." Muttered John to himself. "Shit."
"Look, we must be able to get this mess annulled." Faith assured him in the elevator.
John touched the gold crucifix round her neck. "Are you a good Catholic girl?" he asked expressionlessly, touching his fingers on her bare neck.
"I used to be," Faith told him. She put her hand over his. "Going for Annulment remember?"
John dropped his hand apologetically. He wanted to kiss her, fuck her till she screamed. Last night was coming back to him more and more, and she had been amazing.
The elevator doors opened and a young man and woman waited, sitting in the armchairs in the corridor.
"Harris." Said Faith surprised.
John raised his eyebrows at the attractive young woman, sitting next to Xander. "Hello Ellie, long time no see."