Lyrics belong to Three doors down "Landing in London"

: And all these days i spend away
Ill make up for this i swear
I need your love to hold me up
When its all too much to bear

And when the night falls in around me
I dont think ill make it through
Ill use your light to guide the way
Cause all I think about is you:

England. I kinda hate England, everyone sounds almost Australian and it pisses me off, especially when I had to get up way to early, and am still feeling a bit hung over. And I hate our pilot, he practically was pulling the plane away as we stumbled down onto the tarmac. I shove hair out of my face, leaning my face against the cool glass of the taxi window.

"How you feeling?" Scud asked with a grin.

"Like champagne is evil." I answered seriously. "There was no reason to be here this early."

"Well at least we have plenty of time to do tourist stuff," Amy smiled with far too much enthusiasm.

"Great climb the tower of London when I feel like I was date raped last night," I answered, shutting my eyes.

"Can't play with the big kids anymore?" Scud laughed.

"I can hurt you." I answered with a pointed glare.

"Testy much," he mutters crossing his arms and sinking down into the seat a bit.

"You okay?" Amy asks, touching my arm gently.

"Fine," I answer, using my most I am no fine voice, which Amy recognizes and looks unconvinced.

"Babe," she looks worriedly at me.

"I'm fine," again totally not fine, really fucking pissed off for some reason. Kinda horny too, I frown at the odd combination of feelings, thinking it over the rest of the quiet ride to the hotel.

"You know if my girlfriend wasn't in danger of being blown up this would be a totally kick ass trip," Scud announces as he kicks back in the lounge chair by the pool. I nod, very much enjoying a sunny day by the pool. "So what's going on in your head Luce?"

"Nothing," I answer, still in a rough mood. I watch as Amy orders us drinks, and wonder if she's hitting on the guy. The mentally punch myself for thinking that.

"Luce," Scud gives me a look, and I return it.

"I hate when you call me that. How the controller coming?"

"Good, I think if we have a few more pieces we may be able to replicate it without waiting for Katia to give it all to us. I've been in contact with Billy, and he."

"Miss's your D&D nights?" I smirked.

"Ha ha, shut up. The case she gave us has a serial number should match to the bomb type, which is of course strictly government confidential information."

"So of course Billy has access to all of it."

"Of course," Scud grinned. "Anyway if he gets a match then we can get parts and no more crispy fried DEBS."

"If Janet heard you joking," I shook my head.

"I joke," he shrugged. "It's what I do, if I didn't I might go crazy worrying about all this."

"Do you think Amy likes him?" I ask, and Scuds mouth about hits the floor.

"What?" He asks.

"The bartender, she looks like she's flirting," why the hell am I asking Scud, he'll be on her side.

"Lucy, if anyone was gonna cheat it would be you, Amy doesn't have it in her," he's got an unsure smile on his face. I glare, standing up.

"Fuck off, I wouldn't cheat on her if she wasn't always looking like she was about to cheat on me," I turned heading back to the room.

"Lucy," Scud started to follow me.

"Just stay here, I'm taking a nap you two can go do the tourist shit if you want, I'll meet you at the headquarters." I didn't look back as I left the pool area. So ungodly pissed off at those two right now, always getting me dragged into this shit, just to keep some fucking DEBS safe.

I was still mulling over all this as I stepped out of the elevator and headed for the room. I noticed someone in the hallway, but didn't pay much attention until I was almost to the room. I froze for a second, unsure why Conner was standing outside our room.

"Conner?" I gave her my most withering look, which wasn't hard with all the anger I had going on at the moment.

"Oh, Lucy," Conner smiled a wining sort of smile I hadn't seen before. "I just came by to drop of the bags." Okay that seemed a bit lame, but I let it slide.

"Thanks," I took the bags and pushed past her into the room, dropping my towel, and heading to the dresser in my black bikini. Yeah I was trying to impress, whatever nice to have someone look at me that way, since Amy wasn't anymore.

"You okay?" Conner asked from the doorway.

"Fine," I answered she was silent, but I could feel her watching. "Could you please leave so I can change?"

"Sure," she was smirking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"You're so not fine."

"You don't know me."

"Sure I do," she stepped into the room, letting the door shut, and leaning back on the bed. "You're a wolf that's been strapped into being a lapdog, and you really need to be cut loose. Come out with me."

I thought this over, and it was so tempting. Just the smile Conner was giving me told me it would be a wild ride, come out with me, wasn't that pretty much what I first said to Amy to get her to go out with me? I broke eye contact with Conner.

"I can't." I answered.

"Your loss," she shrugged, heading for the door. "See you tonight." I watched the door shut behind her, then stepped into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it, fighting every temptation to follow her, to step back into that life, I felt like I was fighting everything inside me, going against what my body wanted, trying to push down what I knew was irrational anger at Amy. I slid down the door, feeling the tears a few minutes later.

I don't know how long I sat there, but there was a knock on the door, I yelled at whoever it was to go away, knowing it was probably Amy. I felt like I was going crazy, and couldn't begin to think about facing her, I wasn't sure what I would do if I left the bathroom, what I would say that I didn't mean, or where I would go that I didn't want to.