The job Scott had come to the club to tell me about wasn't like the first car that we did for Mr. T.A. Barron. Since there weren't any other jobs to finish first, we were able to dig right in and get it done easily. Plus, I was nearly a year more experienced. Scott wasn't able to do a lot, but he put forth quite an effort. His doctor was going to have a fit if there was grease on any of the healing flesh, but hey, we paid the man to clean up us being dumb. That was what a doctor was there for.

We finished the day Scott had his final appointment with the physical therapist. One more session with Brumhilda, the man hating Nazi who secretly wanted Scott's arm to fall off, and then next week the doctor would declare Scott's arm to be healed and we could burn that sling he had been stuck in for three months. When we were working on the car, I had to threaten him with bodily injury to keep his arm in the sling and not decide that it was good enough. I was not about to let him re-injure it and have to spend another two months dealing with his complaints and sulking while it healed.

The physical therapist was lecturing Scott because there were still traces of Phantasm Blue clinging to his skin (the color of the new car) and I decided to be somewhere else before Scott lost it on her. She was terribly bossy and treated him like he was a stupid prison inmate. Sometimes, it was amusing. But today I needed to settle up our account anyway, so I left Scott to her mercy and went to flirt with the admin girl in the front. We settled the account, I got a show of premium cleavage and then she had to move on to the next person. Pity. She looked like some fun.

Not that I was really interested. I mean, yeah, I was, but not really. What was really bothering me was that I was supposed to have wanted to fool around with someone to get back at Rachel. I had thought before that I was the jealous type and that I would kill someone for messing around with Rachel behind my back. But I hadn't touched Jesse until she decided to come after me again and start insulting Scott. This was a bother to me, but I couldn't understand why. Instead, Rachel had given me the boot and Scott and I were back to working on cars. I was doing my best to split my time between the cars and ignoring the fact that Rachel had ever been in my life, and taking care of Scott. It was tough, but I thought I was doing a pretty good job.

Scott still had half an hour to go and I wasn't in the mood to sit around and wait. It was early spring in LA and that's just too nice of a time to sit inside. I walked out onto a terrace and looked down. The ER was right there. It didn't look too busy in there, so I wandered down to say hi to Dr. Harris. I had seen him a couple of times when we were here. The guy was worth ten of the other doctors there. Even when he was busy, he would take a minute to stop and talk and be generally encouraging.

One time I had seen him in the cafeteria with this one chick that I would have totally made a play for, no matter what the situation with Rachel. She must have been his daughter because she was a teenager. Plus he didn't seem happy with whatever she was telling him. That was such a dad look. I didn't interrupt because they were having a pretty intense conversation. I heard a snatch of it when I walked past.

"I know," she was saying. "Trust me, I am painfully aware of the possible consequences. But I just know that I can trust him. And if I couldn't, then I would know by now." I almost laughed. Someone had gotten busted with her boyfriend. I wasn't needed in that conversation, so I left them alone. That was the last time I had been able to see him.

I went into the ER and tapped on the glass the nurse was behind. She gave me her annoyed look for not signing in and waiting to be called. I had gotten a lot of practice lately ignoring annoyed nurses. "Dr. Harris around?" I asked.

Her annoyed look became very guarded. "And you are?"

Okay. Last few times they had just said yes or no. "He was my friend's doctor," I said. "Wanted to let him know Scott's all healed up now."

"Oh." The nurse looked painfully uncomfortable. "I'm very sorry to have to tell you this, but Dr. Harris was the victim of a drive-by shooting last week. He didn't survive."

My jaw dropped. I knew some gang members. And you didn't kill a doctor. There was something wrong about that because you didn't know if he was going to be needed to save you the next time you got shot up. I walked away from the nurse without saying a word. Oh my God. He was dead. They were paging him the last time I was here, and now he was dead. I knew people that had died before. But most of them were from overdoses, or diseases caught by being dumb. So they brought it on themselves in a way. But Dr. Harris was one of the good guys that weren't supposed to get hurt. He was supposed to fix people up and give them a lollipop and send them on.

Scott got out of his appointment and we headed home. He kept looking at me, but I didn't have anything to say. Finally, he broke the silence. "Kat, you're quiet."

"So?"

"You're never quiet. You okay?"

I sighed. "Dr. Harris died," I said, not knowing how to explain everything I was thinking. "I went to say hi to him and he was dead."

Scott blinked. "Right there?"

I shot him a glare. "No, dumbass. He got caught during a drive-by shooting last week."

Scott was quiet for a minute. He hadn't been able to talk much to Dr. Harris, being loaded up on painkillers for most of his time at the hospital, but he knew that I really liked the doctor. "Sorry to hear that," he finally muttered.

"I saw him with his wife and his daughter before," I said. "And I thought how awesome it was that they would come to a noisy, crowded hospital just to talk to him." We pulled up into the junkyard and I turned off the engine, but neither of us got out.

"I always thought that if I had a family, a real family, then my life would be so great," I said. "People that care about you. Don't run out whenever there's a problem. And I saw Dr. Harris and his family, and I thought that they were exactly what I had imagined it would be like. His daughter had a problem and she went to him to talk about it, not run out for a month and spend it strung out on drugs that she prostituted herself to get."

I sniffed, trying not to cry. "But it doesn't matter, you know? You can have the best family in the world, and it doesn't mean a thing because there's always something that can take it away in a second. For stupid reasons. Everyone that I hang out with says that it doesn't matter. Now is the only thing that matters."

"That's a bunch of crap!" Scott snapped. I wasn't expecting that from him. He wasn't looking at me. He was looking towards the shack, but I knew that wasn't what he was seeing. His eyes were dark, looking into his own memories. "It doesn't matter what you have. Only what you can keep. You can lose something for the best of reasons, but what matters is what you keep."

"I don't want to lose this," I whispered. I thought about all the stuff I would keep if I did leave. I'd know how to fix just about anything with an engine. I'd know what it was like to have a real Christmas. To be held by someone that had never put pressure on me. Screw keeping it. I wanted it now and tomorrow and the next day and the next.

"Who says you're going anywhere?" Scott asked, looking at me again. He tried to be neutral about it, but there was real concern in his voice.

"I'm not," I said, feeling vaguely irritated for some reason. "This is the first time in my life that I've felt like I'm home. I can't explain it any better than that."

"You don't have to," Scott said quietly. Our eyes met. "I had home once. But I knew it wasn't going to last. This…this feels real." He took a deep breath. "Even when I told you to go to Rachel…I felt like a selfish jerk, but I just prayed that you would come back."

I smiled a little. "It was the first time that someone was actually glad to see me come home."

Scott took my hand, staring at it as he ran his thumb across my knuckles. "Because it wouldn't be home without you. It was just a pile of wood and metal. You made it a home."

Now, I've had people say flattering things to me before. I had a stoned poet write an entire sonnet about the wonders of my chest. He swore that he was going to write an epic series about the rest of my body. Rachel loved telling me how great I was in all sorts of ways. But nobody, nobody had ever said something so deep and from the heart before.

Our eyes met again, and time just seemed to stop for a second. I know I didn't mean to, and I think Scott felt the same way, but we both leaned towards each other, finally meeting in the softest, sweetest, most genuine kiss I had ever received in my life. I had given him laughter and friendship. He gave me patience and understanding. Together, we made a home.

Now, most people would think that Scott and I would have spent the next week getting busy after our first real kiss. But they would be totally wrong. We slept together every night, curled up in each other's arms, but that was it. Okay, yeah, there were a few more sweet kisses over the next couple of weeks. And maybe more than a few hot kisses. And if you asked if there wasn't at least one make-out, you might be on the right track. But instead of just jumping in the sack, we were letting things take their time and grow. We had small jobs to do, and I had Lucy to work on, and things were great.

Of course, I can only stay in the cave for so long before the itching sets in. We were being careful with money since there wasn't another big job on the horizon, so I had to limit the Lucy repairs. The small jobs would keep us fed, but if an emergency came up, we were going to be hurting. So, Lucy had to wait for some major changes, and in the meantime, I finally decided that if I didn't hit a club soon, I was going to explode.

If you haven't noticed already,I love dancing. I love partying. I love going to raves. Everyone dancing and moving together, yet separately. It's like physical poetry in neon lights and flashes. It just so happened that the rave Scott and I ended up at was exactly that. I know what you're thinking; "Scott left the garage?"

Amazing, isn't it. Although it's really not as glamorous as you might think. The getting him out of the garage was really just pleading and begging for him to come with me because I didn't want to go alone, especially if Rachel was going to be there. I knew that I didn't want to be her one and only. But that didn't mean the body had forgotten what she could do, and it had needs even if my mind was saying no. Especially since Scott was getting those needs cranked and not finishing the job. But, at the mention of Rachel, the tools Scott had been fiddling with dropped and minutes later we were on our way.

The moment we walked through to doors got there we, well okay, I went straight to the dance floor while Scott roamed off to some other place. I didn't care, I'd been itching to get out of the garage and dance. Now I was dressed for it and finally got to do it.

I pushed my way through the crowds to the center of the stage, loud techno rave music blaring through the speakers. It felt like one of those scenes from a movie, the ones where all you see are shots of people dancing, gyrating, swaying, and grinding. When the music is going and all you can see are the dark colors moving and flashing, all surrounded in a slight fog of breath, sweat, and passion. With dark blues, blacks, reds and greens shifting around to the beat of the music.

I stood in the middle for a second, soaking up the emotion on the floor before my body began to sway with the music and began my routine of moving around person to person, stopping to groove with a random person before dancing off to somewhere else. There were a few mirrors on the walls for extra effect and a couple times I had glanced at myself in them. Damn. I looked good. I wasn't much for wearing skirts, but on impulse I had chosen nice black leather pants and a maroon tank top.

Songs came and went, but for me the party never ended. More and more people were coming onto the dance floor, causing the temperature to rise on the dance floor. As I shuffled from on spot to the next I throng of people decided to hit the floor. I was moving around some of them, random faces and bodies passing my line of sight when I caught a glimpse of Scott out of the corner of my eye. He was nursing a beer at the bar. I notice his eyes roaming around then landing on me. I moved towards him and sat at the bar, "Come on Sparky, let's go dance!"

He grunted.

I sighed and gave a bit of a pout, "Oh come on Scott, live a little. I promise, "I leaned across the small table between us, "It'll be worth your time."

A small, mischievous smile danced at the corners of his mouth and he sat down his beer, "Okay fine. You win, but just this once."

"Yes!" I jumped and grabbed his hand, leading him out to the floor, my hips moving to the beat as I turned around and started moving my body towards Scott. He started moving, watching me so his own body movements counteracted mine. There was a gap between us, close enough so it was known we were dancing together but far enough so it wasn't awkward. My eyes closed as I lost myself to the music, swaying and moving; the surrounding world fading away.

As the music continued and Scott and I picked up on each other's movements our dancing became almost liquid. Who would have known that a guy who spent more than half his life in the garage working on cars would have such finesse? I smirked at him and winked. Normally it rattled him when I did, but this time he just smiled back, moving towards me and shortening the distance that had been between us.

Our bodies moved in time with the beat together and as the line "move a little closer" was sung over the speakers I suddenly felt a hand on my hip. My eyes opened to see Scott looking down at me with an intense gaze. I held his gaze, moving in front of him, one of my hands running up his arm to his shoulder and mine moving behind his neck. Our bodies moved closer together with his one hand on my hip and mine clasping his neck as bodies ground into each other.

A smile crept to my lips and I turned my body so that my back was to his chest, my arm still snaked over his shoulder with my fingers on the back of his neck. His lean body moved against me, countering my fluid movements. We continued to dance, moving apart for a second before our bodies came together again. His other hand landed on my other hip and I leaned back, thrusting my hips towards him. Our bodies moved in sync, meeting each other's thrusts and grinds while gazing at each other.

I could see the desire in his eyes and was pretty sure he could see my own desire. The music started to speed up as the song changed, the next song faster than the one before; the beat harder. I could tell he was turned on, I mean, you don't grind with a guy and not notice these things, I wondered if he knew that I was turned on too. Quickly I switched the hand that was behind his neck with my other one, arching my back again as our rhythm adjusted to the new song. The heat was rising between us as the song continued. I swallowed, my eyes catching a glimpse of his. His were dark with wanting. I licked my lips and smirked up at him, leaning in and sliding my hand up his chest. His eyes glanced at my lips as the distance between us dissolved. A loud beat sounded as our lips met. I swear pyrotechnics went off at that same moment.

Scott pulled back after a long, deep kiss. His breath was shaky, I could tell he was trying to say something, but the music was so loud and he seemed to have lost his voice. I laced my fingers through his and grinned, leaning up to whisper in his ear, "Let's get out of here."

He sort of smiled and nodded at me, his gaze following my body as we left the dance floor. One of his hands was on my waist while the other one was still entwined with mine. I headed for the bathrooms, I figured a quick fix but apparently Scott had something else in mind, he tugged on my hand, spinning me around, before pulling me after him. Wherever he was going he was in a hurry and as long as it was to get us someplace along, then I was in a hurry to get there too. I was behind him and took the opportunity to check him out; he had on a pair of loose jeans, a button up shirt with a leather jacket over it. He looked good from behind. I licked my lips, yummy.

He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled, "Trust me."

I grinned at him and quickened my pace; pretty sure of where he was headed. Sure enough he led me to where Lucy was parked. He grabbed the keys from me and pushed the alarm button before opening my door for me. I smiled up at him and moved to the open car door. I bent to get in and he caught me around the waist, pulling me up and kissing me. His arms tightened around me as he pressed up against me. My arms moved to his neck, my tongue moving with his as his hands roamed my backside. I pushed him back a bit and caught my breath, "Home, now."

He nodded, reluctantly letting go of me and practically running around the front of the car and jumping in.

He looked at me as he started the car, revving his engine and smiling, "I..."

I leaned over to him and caught his lips with mine for a second before pulling back, "Go." I ordered and he let the clutch out and pressed the accelerator. I grinned and started kissing his jaw line, "good boy." I teased, running my tongue over his jaw and down to his neck. H reflexively tensed, "Relax, Scott. I'm not going to bite…yet."

"Sorry." He gazed at his lap and shifted again as if trying to get comfortable. I smirked, and began kissing his neck again, sucking and nipping at him. I could tell he was having problems concentrating because his foot was coming up off the accelerator and then pressing down really hard on it over and over. I didn't mind though, meant what I was doing was working. I shifted my body enough so that as I was kissing him I could run my hand down his chest and to his jeans. I could feel him through the fabric. My kisses ran up and down his neck as I slid my hand under his shirt and then, with one hand, unbuttoned his jeans before carefully unzipping them as well. One of his hands slid around me, grabbing my ass as my hand slid underneath his waistband.

His breath caught and his foot slammed on the accelerator as he shifted gears. I slid my hand beneath his boxers, my hand running over the length of him. He let out a strangled noise as I slid my hand around him, sliding up and down him as I continued to suckle at his neck.

He was really struggling to stay in control, his hand, which had moved to fondle one of my breasts flew to the wheel as we turned a corner and came to rest in front of our little shack. I looked up, surprised how quickly he'd gotten us home.

I slowly slid my hand from out of his pants and grinned, "Come on Sparky, time to go make you a man."

After a night of passionate sex between Scott and I we finally we both collapsed on one another and fell asleep. When I woke up I had the weird sense that someone was watching me. I looked over to Scott and found that he was staring at me. I gave him a small smile, "How long have you been awake?"

"A while." He answered, smiling back.

"And how long have you been watching me?" I questioned him suspiciously.

His smile grew, 'A while longer."

I grinned at him, "Really?"

"I find it soothing and peaceful." He admitted, taking a hold of my hand and bring it to his lips.

I shifted uncomfortably, "That's sweet, but incredibly creepy." I leaned closer to him, kissing him.

He kissed me back, pulling me closer to him, guess he was ready to go again after resting. Not that I minded. We continued kissing, hands exploring each other's bodies. My mouth made my way to his neck, suckling it and nipping at him while making my way to his shoulder. I breathed on his flesh, lifting his head and turning it softly with my hands as I drew my tongue to the lobe of his ear. Gently I kissed the soft skin and felt him shudder beneath me. I grinned and opened my eyes, moving tease him about shuddering like a little boy but then stopped.

"Scott?" I whispered.

"Hmm?" he breathed.

My eyes didn't leave the reflection of Scott's back off of the polished steel that formed the wall his bed was pressed against. I sat up, and he followed, giving me a questioning look. Gently I turned his head and moved so I had a clear view of the back of his neck. My eyes widened as I brushed a bit of his hair away.

"Why do you have a barcode on the back of your neck?"