Sorry about the coffee. Lol. I actually knew someone who did drink coffee with salt in it. Nasty. As for this weekend, I would invite you, but I don't think you could make it. Unless you live in Nottingham, England that is. ;-p No coffee there though…Rofl. Anyway - on with LS!

Never before had she thrown up so much. Salt? Why did he have to tell me? I could have lived with not knowing.

"Lil'? Lil'? You okay in there?"

"Yeah, just peachy." The anger in her voice remained.

"Hey, it's not my fault that you weren't paying attention."

"Why did you do it anyway?"

"You know what, I'm not going to have a shouting match with you through a closed door." His voice dipped a few decibels as he entered the women's bathroom. "Hey, you guys've got soap."

"I didn't need to know that."

"Okay, now I know something's wrong - You haven't started shouting at me yet."

"Funny Valens, you're a real comedian." She remarked, exiting the dimly lit cubical.

"You don't look so good."

"I've just thrown up, what do you expect? And if I hear a word about this being spoken around this place, I know where to come looking." She warned.

"Try saying that when you're better. An ill persona does nothing for you Rush."

"And who was it that put me in here?" She near shouted.

"Make it like a death sentence why don't you Lil'. Maybe I can find something else for you to over-react to."

"GAAA! You know what Scottie, I haven't got the energy for you right now."

"That's right, walk away."

"The ONLY reason I'm walking away Valens, and I mean THE only, is because if I don't, you'll end up with a pole so far up you're ass, that it'd be making an improvement to your face."

"That supposed to be scaring me Lil'? 'Cause if it is, it ain't working. I've delt with your ager before and I can now."

"Oh, you mean with Christina? How is she by the way? Oh, that's right, she left you. Go on, how did it feel to know I was right?"

"It's always gonna come back to this with us isn't it?"

"Well maybe if you could keep it in your trousers for long enough-"

"That's low Lil'"

"Hey, I'm just glad I've only got the one sister who sleeps around with any guy I bring home!"

"Any guy you bring home?"

"Yeah…you know…Patrick…and, er." She stuttered, "You know what, it doesn't matter, it's in the past, done, dust-"

"No Lil'. You make it sound like I betrayed you. Like we were dating or something." He huffed a laugh.

"That," She stated firmly, "Is ridiculous."

"No, I don't think that it is. It sure explains a LOT."

"I always knew you were big headed, Scotty, but this is - well, it's just bloody insane."

"The mood swings, the fights, the total opposition…" He mumbled to himself more than her. "The reaction at the restaurant."

"The restaurant! Oh that's right, Chris, the angel, the apple of your eye, the little miss who can do no wrong. She told you didn't she? Did she also tell you that she slept with Patrick only TWO days before we were supposed to get married? Did she tell you how big sis was finally happy, and how she thought she was in love? Did she tell you how she knew I was pregnant and slept with him anyway?"

She silenced at her own admission. It was bad enough Scotty knew about Patrick full stop, but now this.

"Lil' I…" He was at a loss for words.

"Tell Stillman I'm going home."

He reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Don't Scotty." The hurt in her voice crippled him as he watched her leave. What the hell was he going to do now?

WOT THE? How the hell did I get to writing that? I was just going to say about the Sidles and this came out - hope it's good enough to take your minds of me not up dating yesterday Faint whistling.

I'll see if I can get another in before 'House'.