A/N: I give each and every one of you permission to slap me for taking so long. I will try to be a better writer person from now on.

Oh yeah, I got a few complaints about me putting Scipio's nickname as 'Skip'. I know there was a nickname in the book, but I think it might have been 'Scip' not 'Skip'. Don't ask me.

Thanks for reviews and being patient with my slow self. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Thief Lord cause if I did you would all die of old age before it came out.

Hornet had never felt such a rush of emotions before. Excitement, happiness, confusion, exhilaration, and awkwardness- they all flew through her mind in an eye blink. Scipio's lips were warm against her's, sending shivers through her body. Hornet had never kissed a boy before; this was completely new territory for her.

The moment seemed to last forever, but all too soon, Scipio jerked away, looking startled at his own boldness. His cheeks flushed scarlet and he muttered incoherently before dashing out of the room.

Hornet was left alone in the huge star-studded room, staring in shock at the closed door. Gingerly, she felt her lips, expecting some big change in them. They were her same old lips, yet they still seemed to tingle, just the slightest.

She frowned, wondering what had caused him to dash off, worried that she had committed some horrible, unknown kissing-sin. Shakily, Hornet got to her feet, emotions in a fierce whirlwind inside of her. An extreme euphoria had settled around her after the kiss, but it was countered by the loss of her book and an extreme confusion at Scipio's departure.

Shaking her head, Hornet cleared her mind a bit, then realized she was standing in wet clothes. It took a few minutes of foraging to find a large bag of spare clothing. They were boys' clothes, varying in size, all in decent condition. Shrugging, Hornet pulled out a random t-shirt and pants that would accommodate her long legs.

Hesitant to change in the open, Hornet hid behind the velvet curtain and put on the dry clothes. It was a huge relief to be warm and dry once more.

Freshly changed, she looked at the room around her, unsure what to do with herself. Remembering the role she was supposed to assume, Hornet quickly found the cabinet of medicines. It was as old as the theater around it, paint peeling off, the doors tied together with strings.

Twenty minutes, three bruised knuckles, and several creative curses later, the string fell to the ground and the doors swung open. An assortment of bottles and bandages tumbled out. Luckily the small boy- what was his name? -Riccio's bed was beneath the cabinet; the bottles bounced half heartedly on it.

Hornet sighed and went about reading labels and organizing them back in the cabinet, being sure to memorize what was used for what. She itched to go to the library and look up more on the subject matter, but as her last little trip outside didn't go too well…

An hour later, the door swung open, and Mosca and Riccio stepped in. The clock on the far wall read 9 at night. Hornet blinked, she hadn't thought that much time had passed.

The boys gave a brief hello, then set about doing their own projects, Mosca lovingly tending to his old boat, Riccio examining the latest goods the thief lord had stolen.

"Isn't Scipio coming?" Hornet asked, feigning nonchalance. Mosca shook his head. Riccio was the one who explained.

"He said he was going on another raid. Won't be back for two days at least." With that he turned back to a magnifying glass with jewel-studded handle. Hornet, dumbstruck, sat down hard on her mattress.

Two days?

A/N: Heheheheheh, didn't see that one coming, did ya? Wasn't Mosca's thing he was fixing the boat (and not the projector like in the movie)? Or am I just going insane? Well hoped you enjoyed it. R&R!