A/N: Here's chapter twenty-four! Derek, buddy, I missed you, you delightful creep. In all honesty, he was an old character I had rattling around in my head for a while, I just polished him off and pushed him into the Camarilla due to a partial longing for a pompous Ventrue ass…Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bloodlines, but I do own my OCs.

"She's been progressing well." Derek adjusted his tie, "Her Disciplines are improving, as is her general knowledge of the Camarilla and the other sects and clans. I've been making sure not to overwhelm her either, so it isn't as if she's grasped every concept yet. She understands the basics, at least, and has been showing more and more loyalty to us as the nights pass by."

Strauss folded his hands at his desk, "Such is the logical progression to every young Kindred of that caliber. She has learned that her once fellow humans have now abandoned her, and the Society of Leopold she once revered now hunt her like an animal. All is going according to plan."

"Yes. Was there anything else you would like me to pursue with her?"

The doors flung open. A bedraggled Halcyon stood, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, "Samuel! I know you're here! She's gone! She's been buried alive!"

Derek looked appalled as he turned his shoulder, "What in damnation…?"

"I don't believe we've met." Strauss looked at Halcyon, "You are?"

She stepped in closer, "I can't tell you. She would die. I can't risk that. I am not a threat, I assure you." She held her hands out, "I am a simple ghoul, I am only requesting assistance of an ally. I sense his presence here. Samuel?"

Derek seemed a little surprised, "Perhaps I should take my leave…"

"Yes. Take it. This does not pertain you." Halcyon said.

"Very well…I'll…return later…" Derek said as he headed out.

Halcyon turned back to Strauss, "You must understand, she's been buried alive! I feel it! Under Hollywood. I know nothing more. Nothing! It burns."

"You will tell me your identity." He didn't have to wave his hand.

"Halcyon Crystallia. Ghoul of Jeanette Voerman. No further alliance."

He dropped his hands from their folded position in shock. (Although with Strauss, it was mild shock, given by how much the tone in his voice stayed the same). "Jeanette Voerman has a ghoul? And one of my apprentices has a sister?"

She blinked a few times. "Damn." She stepped back, "Well…it is her that's gone missing!"

"Where has Iphigenia gone, ghoul of Malkav?"

She shook her head, looking frantic again, "I won't live long without her."

"I shall send what available resources I have to locate her. Mind you we are still facing the fallout from our attack on Natalia's temple."

"Very well…" Her voice sounded extremely jaded, "I am very sorry for killing your opinion of my sister, but it was infested with carcinoma regardless…"

"That will be decided on its own. Were there any other concerns you needed to voice?"

"None." She slowly backed away, "I must flee…" She scampered off, running down the stairs and back home to try and take care of her human sister to the best of her abilities.

Strauss looked utterly confused at the ghoul's exit. Nevertheless, he figured he should heed her warning. He picked up his phone immediately and began dialing the number to the Nosferatu Warrens.

After two rings, the line picked up, "What can I get for ya, boss?"

"Good evening, Mister Golden. One of the members of our organization have gone missing, and I know that I should ask no further when it comes to missing Kindred than the Nosferatu themselves."

"Missing?" He asked, "I haven't heard or seen anything. Lay it on me, who are we looking for?"

"Iphigenia Crystallia. One of my apprentices."

Feedback. Then, "…what?"

"A young Tremere who typically resides in the Chantry. I have received reports that she has gone missing. Do you or any of your Nosferatu agents know about where her possible whereabouts may be?"

There was a good deal of dry chuckling, "She's as good as dead. Give her three days, if she doesn't show up, she's either defected or dead."

He narrowed his eyes, "And what do you mean by that?" He asked, "She hasn't been seen anywhere?"

"I've seen her recently. Not sure she's seen me. Have you?" He snickered, "She's ranted and raved about running away. Whatever your little Magister's said to her got her scared silly. I don't know much. I just know I don't have her, and I never will."

He took a deep breath, milling things over in the massive web of his mind. One always had to be careful in the Jyhad, as moving one chess piece forward could often topple a dozen other. "Mister Golden, if you locate and return to me Miss Crystallia, you will rewarded handsomely for your efforts."

"Mmmph." Gary sighed, "Keep a leash on her. I'll send my troops out all over for her. Iggy's always trying to test new limits and push the boundaries of what's allowed and what isn't. She'll keep pushing if you let her, and push harder if you don't. Good luck, boss." The line clicked off.

He ignored the fact that Gary knew a disturbing amount about his apprentice. More than himself. Gary had a point though, if Iphigenia was dead, he was going to have to deal with it. And what would that leave him with? Two Tremere? Victor and Delilah? Donatello maybe, but he was merely a substitute. He would need more Tremere, but they were spread thin around the globe as it was.

One thing was clear, he was going to have to teach the Tremere of Los Angeles that overdramatic squabbles were not the scholarly way they represent.

He sighed, his New York team would be arriving soon, and sure enough, there was a knock on the door, "You may enter."

Cadmus, Angelique, Poe, and Phaedra entered the room. Poe's eyes looked just as tired as Cadmus's, at this point, "You…wanted to see us sir?" Cadmus asked, briefly bowing.

"My attention has been recently brought to New York." Strauss said, "After a certain… unsavory rumor has reached my office, would you like to share it with us?"

"Uh…yeah…" Cadmus said, "I know Lafayette's plans. He knows the location of the Tzimisce Antediluvian…and he wants to drain it dry. He wants to take over the world with its power."

"I see…" He said, "I would dismiss your theory for outrageously foolish, were it not for my spies confirming this fact…"

"So what do you plan to do with us then?" Phaedra asked, "What can we do about it all the way out here?"

"I am sending you four to New York. To thwart Lafayette in his plans, while the rest of us stay here and deal with a possible counterattack from Natalia."

"Ah, I see." Phaedra's eyes widened, "This will be quite fun then. I've been looking for an excuse to travel."

"I doubt Lafayette will be alone in the affair, and of course, there's no telling what the Tzimisce Antediluvian will be in when he is discovered. If he is even in New York…" He said, "Were there any further questions?"

"Uh…do the spies know who's going with Lafayette?" Cadmus asked, "Like…is it Remus or a Malkavian?"

"No. Remus and the Malkavian, Gideon, are staying in the west to continue waging war with us as well as Natalia. Though, again, do not expect Lafayette to be alone."

"Are we allowed to bring more Kindred than just the four of us?"

"Yes, indeed, though…be careful about draining our Camarilla reserves, or there won't be a home to return to."

"When are we leaving, sir?" Angelique asked.

"As soon as it is conveniently possible." He said, "Lafayette might've already left the city as we speak."

"Mmm. It's like a race. Rather unsettling." Phaedra said.

Strauss let a pause fill the air before he said, "Very well. If there are no further questions, I wish you luck on your excursion."

As the four of them left, Cadmus waited for the group to dissolve for a little bit, then he inched towards Angelique, "We need to talk."

She looked up over her shoulder. "Okay."

"In my room."

"Oh. Okay." She followed after him, "You've been okay?"

"Peachy." He opened the door for her, then stood against it after he closed it, crossing his arms, "I didn't know that we broke up."

"What?" She looked confused, "…you…you were the one who told me to beat it."

"I did not say 'beat it.' I said once it blows over. Not once did I say or imply that we were breaking up." He sighed, "Now Ferrum's coming by, giving me a heart attack…"

"Oh…I…thought that's what you meant. I don't know. I thought we were taking a break." She crossed her arms, "I'm gonna need some of your blood then. I'm not your ghoul anymore."

"It's been like…three days…"

"I know, and I was going through withdrawal." She snarled, "Have you even been paying attention to me? Or am I just a little shadow to you? Do you even know me?"

"…uh…"

She put her hands on her hips, "That's all you have to say?"

"Slow down…where the hell is all this coming from?"

"From all the shit you put me through. And yeah, I get it, you're hiding out from Remus and Gideon, whatever. But did you thank me once? Did you even go through efforts to take care of me or did you just, take the leash off and let me roam free? Where the hell would you be now without me?"

His eyes widened, "I…I don't know…I'd…ask someone else for help. What? What shit did I exactly put you through? I didn't know getting a bag of blood every other week was so dangerous and challenging."

"Oh, that's it, huh?" She laughed dryly, "You did forget me. Where am I from, Cadmus? What do I do? You think I ever stayed in a building for more than two hours before I met you? You think any of that was natural to me? You didn't talk to me, you shunned anyone who came inside, you wanted me to stay in the apartment with you, I don't know what the hell you expect. Of course I'm going to be miserable, cooped up in a pit with you every waking moment!"

"I didn't know being a street rat was such a better alternative."

"Maybe it is." She narrowed her eyes, "Because at least I had my freedom."

"Yeah, being everyone's ghoul every other day, you must have been really free."

"It was my choice."

"So when I'm the regnant…your freedom becomes a problem?"

"Yeah, genius." She rolled her eyes, "You can't even listen to me when I'm screaming in your face."

"Alright, what would you do then? You're me. You're being hunted by a LaSombra and a Malkavian, both of them have…at least a-hundred years on you. What's your plan?"

"Run." She didn't hesitate. "You're wishy-washy enough with the Camarilla as it is."

"Tried running. Didn't work." He said, then he smiled, "Or do you mean abandoning your team? Pfft, should've figured…that's such the Angelique way it isn't funny." He said, "So you'd leave the Camarilla?"

"Yeah." She glared at him, "I don't need a team. I've always been independent."

"So now you've got them on your back too."

"No I don't. They wouldn't fucking hunt me down after leaving. They would assume I'm dead if I cover my tracks right."

"Yeah, famous last words. I…might be mistaken…" His smile grew, "But I think when we first met, you were being hunted by the Camarilla then too."

She clenched her fists, then exploded, "Would you just shut the fuck up!?"

"I saved your ass from all the factions that were out trying to get you. Sure, I mean, you came up with the idea to fake your death and everything. But where did you stay? Who sheltered you? Who saved you from getting killed or brought in by Miranda? Did you thank me once?"

She looked furious, "I could have found anyone else out there who would do the same thing better than you did."

He crossed his arms, "And I don't need a little twerp to get me blood every second Tuesday of the month. So I guess we're back to square one."

"Yeah, I guess so." She stepped back, "Square one, where you bumped into me on the street and I told you to fuck yourself. Except this time I'm not desperate enough to take up your offer."

"Pfft, get real. If it wasn't for me, Miranda would have killed you. Or she would have taken you into LaCroix for questioning. And he would have killed you. Just admit that you don't know shit about any of this, and that dumb luck is the only reason you've been alive as long as you have."

"Maybe so, but now I've got back on my feet and I'll be off." She turned around and headed for the windows.

He started laughing, "Good luck Fleance. Have fun chickening out of the New York job and hiding out for the rest of your life! But hey, you'll be just like me, right? We'll both be hiding."

She flicked her middle finger his way and bust out the window, falling down from who knows how high.

"I cannot thank you enough. I know this might seem dangerous, especially for both of you to come out and seemingly ally yourselves with a sect, but we will keep you safe." Phaedra spoke to both Salubri before her, both her hands taking one of theirs, "If you gather nothing else from this, understand you are extremely valued to us, despite the whispers among your clan and ours."

Raven gave a small nod, "Of course. Thank you." She spoke softly, still very nervous around all these people.

Rainy smiled and gave Phaedra a hug, "I missed you."

Phaedra held her back, "I missed you too, darling." She kissed her cheek, "How have you been?"

"Good." She said, then added in a whisper as she looked back at Raven, "Very good." Raven offered a small smile and tightly grasped Rainy's hand.

Phaedra smiled at the pair of them, then looked back over at Poe, her eyes growing worried as she smiled at him, knowing he hasn't been the same since his last encounter with Remus.

But there wasn't much time to help him anymore. Poe looked ahead, "Someone's coming." He said, somehow his voice was even quieter than usual.

Cadmus looked up at the other four as he observed his surroundings, "Haven't really been to this part of town. Why are we in a dump like this?"

"I'm not sure. I've done a little snooping around here, but…it is unpleasant. I don't usually stay long." Phaedra said, a dusty air blowing her hair and tugging at her gown a bit, "Who else are we expecting?"

"Few other people I think." He said, "Oh, you brought those two?" He looked at the Salubri.

"Yes, if that's alright." She said, then she grinned, "My pair of good luck charms, they are."

"Of course it's alright. Hey, thanks for saving my ass all those months ago." He pat Rainy on the back. When Rainy shuddered and retreated with a timid nod, Cadmus looked at his hand, then he looked at Phaedra, "I…uh…I rigged a few people to come too…"

"Ah, really?" She asked, "Anyone I would know?"

"Anarchs." He said with a wry grin, then he put a finger to his lips, "Don't tell Strauss."

She raised a brow, "I hope they're civil."

"Don't worry about that, they're the most efficient Anarchs I've ever met. Might be a bit of blood relation too." He said, then he whirled around and saw two figures in the distance, "There they are now…" His positive composure sank when he saw who the people actually were. "What the hell? You two? They sent you two?!"

"I'm sorry, were we not what you wanted?" Catalina crossed her arms.

"No way in hell."

"Ugh, deal with it…"

He muttered a few things to himself, something along the lines of Skelter, Killian, and Anastasia owing him an explanation.

Cissy looked at Phaedra, "Why do you look like you could be my grandma?"

Phaedra raised a brow, "I don't think I've ever been more offended."

"It's a compliment. Jeez. We wear like, the same thing, girl."

"Mmm."

"And we got the black lipstick going on too." She smiled, "What was your name?"

"Phaedra."

"Woah…that's a mouthful. I like it. Cissy." She held a hand out.

Phaedra shook her hand, then she scowled as she drew her hand back, "Why is it…sticky?"

Cissy looked at her hand, "Oh. Sorry. My bad."

Phaedra just generally seemed grossed out, "Very well."

Cadmus backed away, leaning towards Phaedra, "I thought they were gonna bring my sister or something…I'm sorry…"

"Apologizing for us now?" Catalina asked.

"Shut up, Assamite bitch." Cadmus snapped.

"Now, now." Phaedra said, "Let us all agree. Get along on friendly terms for now. We'll be stuck with each other for a while now." She said, then she said, "Parlami in questo modo se devi."

Cadmus sighed, "Questo sarà un viaggio infernale…"

"Abbastanza."

"Got over me pretty quickly." Cadmus heard a familiar high-pitched voice over his shoulder.

Cadmus whirled around to see Angelique, "Well, I'll be damned, you showed up."

"Yeah."

"I see there are some tensions." Phaedra seemed amused, "I'll have it sorted out." She cracked her knuckles.

Angelique stepped forward, "And how are you gonna do that? Sleep with him, critique him, pass him back over?"

Phaedra seemed astounded yet blissfully curious about the developments, "No, that isn't what I had planned, actually. I think you'll be the one who needs the most work. It'll be sorted. We don't have time to dwell on it now." She looked around, "This is everybody?"

"I'm sensing a theme with you…" Catalina looked at Cadmus, "Barking at all the new visitors like some kind of dog?"

"Swear to god…Assamite bitch…" Cadmus clenched his fist.

"Hey guys, let's get along now, huh?" They heard a deep, casual voice from not too far away.

"Sirius!" They all glared at him angrily for different reasons.

Cadmus marched up to him first, "You got a lot of nerve…being Camarilla after all the shit you pulled with us! The shit you pulled with Phaedra!"

"Kid, I've been Camarilla the whole time…just doing my job…" Sirius brushed him aside.

"Then why'd you pick a fight with me? Back there…a while ago…when you were still with them?"

"Cause I had to look like an Anarch for a few more days." He said, "Had to suck out more information…"

"Jesus Christ…"

"Had to look like an Anarch for a few more days." Catalina clenched her fists, "You make me sick!"

"And how's your little shack out in the woods, huh?" Sirius smirked, "You guys eaten by wildlife yet?"

"No. God, you're lucky Killian's not here. He's gone mental over you like, three times over." Cissy said.

Phaedra still seemed like the world beneath her had dropped, "Pardon?" She stepped forward, "You're Camarilla?" She stepped even closer, granting him no sense of personal space at all, "Do I need to head back now and mention to the Prince all these instances of insubordination? Because I can. I might be dirt to you, stronzo, but the same cannot be said of the Prince. Perhaps you're quite good at lying and deceiving, perhaps that is what the Prince needs, but your act was a little too strong for my taste."

"With you, it ain't acting." Sirius frowned.

She scowled, showing her teeth as she grabbed him by the chin, "As I thought. Figlio di puttana." She let go of him, then slapped him in the face with the back of her hand, classic drama-student style. "I'll forget this for now. We'll move on. Until we return. The Prince hears everything again, in the form of a grievance rather than a report. A miracle you made it away alive after causing me to frenzy, and shatter my Masquerade, while you escaped with what, a slap on the wrist? No. I will not have it. It was a shame for me and should be twice a shame to you." She started walking ahead, "We're leaving now."

"I see why they say Italians are hot-blooded now." Cissy muttered.

"What's Strauss gonna want?" Sirius smiled, "A Follower of Set who destroyed the Anarchs for him? Or a useless slutty Nagaraja who's the filth of the land?"

Cadmus crossed his arms, "She killed a Tremere Antitribu. While four other guys were fighting her alone. What exactly have you done?"

Sirius frowned, "Kid, I killed more Anarch leadership than you could wrap your head around…"

"Yeah, by backstabbing us and killing them from behind Obfuscate I bet." Catalina said.

"That's still killing them."

"He will want both, and settle for no less." Phaedra said, "And it is that fact alone that sets you below me."

"Maybe in your dreams, bitch."

"So…uh…should we follow her?" Cadmus asked.

"I mean…" Sirius lit a cigar. An expensive one, the only way it'd be any more expensive is if it were entirely made of gold, "Airport's that way." He pointed the opposite way Phaedra was walking off, "But…it's fine, she can keep going that way."

Cadmus rolled his eyes, "I'll get her…" He ran back while the rest of the group started to leave, "Phaedra!" He grabbed her arm lightly, "Sirius is leading us to an airport or something. Are…you okay?"

She seemed bitter about the incorrect judgement on her part, "Why wouldn't I be? A little rubbish touches me, I don't get injured. I wash it off and scrub it clean so it doesn't happen again." She turned around and headed in the right direction.

"Hot blooded." Cissy said, "I told ya. Didn't it burn to touch her?" She smirked at Cadmus.

Cadmus was too busy giving Phaedra worried look to really respond.

Sirius kept leading the group around a few bends, "Wait a minute?" He turned around and looked critically at Angelique, "Who the hell is this? And why do they have a pulse?"

"I'm in the same sect you are." Angelique said, "I might not be Kindred but I know everything about them and everything about Jyhad."

"What? Is the Embrace too complicated for ya?"

"Sorry I still like to eat and stand in the sun."

"So…you're a snack for the Nagaraja? Is that the point of you? What good are you to us?"

"Just leave her alone." Cadmus snapped.

Sirius's predatory eye fell to him, "Please, she's gonna be our first death. Either that or the Nagaraja."

They butt heads, "Or you…cause we're gonna mutiny your ass and you'll be killed eight different ways before we even leave."

"Oh yeah, I'd love to see that happen…like that's remotely possible…" He snickered.

Cadmus backed away, "Fine, whatever. Where are you taking us…O great leader?"

"For the third time, the airport." Sirius said, still leading the way, "It'll take us about six hours to get to New York."

"I hope you get stuck between two fat people."

He rolled his eye, "It ain't public, dumbass. It's a private plane, for Camarilla purposes." He said, "We'll be there soon."

"Are Cat and I gonna get booted off?" Cissy asked.

"No, you should be fine." Cadmus said.

"Oh, so it was your dumb idea to bring Anarchs?" Sirius asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry…is having us here that disturbing here for you?" Catalina asked.

"It's annoying." Sirius frowned, "I had to deal with you idiots for months…and I'm done with doing it anymore. You're morons, you're filthy, you have no chance of winning any war ever, you guys are hornier than a frat party, and you have no sense of basic or survival skills." He listed, "Watching Victor burn all you fucks to the ground was probably the happiest night of my life, and I hope the rest of you die. Slowly and in a lot of pain."

"Jeez…" Cadmus muttered, "Is that what I sounded like when I was working for LaCroix?"

"No." Angelique muttered, "Sounded like a saint compared to him."

"Don't pretend you weren't happy." Cissy muttered, "I get that we're apes but at least we're having fun. You can't tell me laughing at Killian's dumb-ass experiences wasn't fun. Or watching Damsel sneak off and pretend she wasn't leaving to go make out with Nines? Or watching Skelter try not to blow a gasket every five minutes when it turned into a zoo?"

Sirius paused, "…Nines and Damsel's entire relationship was pure comedy…"

"Exactly!" She threw her hands in the air, "It was hilarious! It was that sort of shit that you don't get anywhere else. I'm gonna be honest, I wanted to quit this movement for a while now, but it's like a fuckin' TV drama. I can't get enough."

Cadmus sighed as he looked ahead, "So who's backing Lafayette up? Who can we expect?"

Sirius looked like he still had a lot on his mind, namely the Anarchs, "Huh?"

"Strauss said that Lafayette would get help. That he wasn't doing this alone."

"Hmm? Oh yeah…I'd expect the other top ranking members of the Sabbat to be there too…"

He narrowed his eyes in thought, "What? But Strauss said Remus and that Malkavian were staying home!"

"Remus and Gideon? Yeah, they're staying in California. You don't have to wet yourself."

"Then that means…" He used process of elimination, "Aw…not the stupid grim reaper guy…doesn't his Fortitude block like…everything?" He looked at Phaedra for clarification.

"My weapon has no effect on him, at least." Phaedra said, "There has to be something we can do."

"Yeah…even since his diablerie of Madame Vaska…I've been trying to wrap my head around this…" Sirius said, "Trying to find out a new angle."

Everyone stopped walking, "What?" Catalina asked.

"Lafayette diablerized Madame Vaska?" Cadmus's eyes shrunk.

"Oh dear…" Phaedra paused, "I'm not sure any of us have the disciplines to…even challenge that."

"Yeah…there was another showdown at the top of Natalia's temple." Sirius said, "Lots of Kindred were there. Including me."

"Jeez, which hat were you wearing that night?" Cadmus crossed his arms.

"The Sabbat one." He said, "Wouldn't be allowed up with anything else."

"Damn…" He looked at the ground as everyone slowly began to start walking again, "So…she's dead? Vaska died. He drained her?"

"Yup." Sirius said, "Figured he's using her like a stepping stone."

"A stepping stone?"

"If he went from whatever shitty generation he had to Antediluvian status, there would be a higher chance of him failing the diablerie." He explained, "Now that he did what he did, he's probably at least sixth generation…"

"So…he could pulverize us with Dominate alone…"

"Does anyone here have a generation below eight?" Phaedra asked.

"No fucking clue. I could be the childe of a Methusa-whatever for all I know." Cissy said, "But I've only been around in this whole mess for a few months."

"I got you covered." Sirius grinned arrogantly, looking at Cadmus, "The guy who you wanted to mutiny against, right?"

"Tch." Cadmus looked away, "Just show us to the plane."

"Alright, it's right here." He said, taking them to an abandoned lot after he snuck past the main airport with Serpentis, "What would you guys do without me?"

"Please…" Cadmus rolled his eyes, "Phaedra could've easily done that with Dominate." He said, "Hell, I could've done that."

"Everybody's a critic." Sirius muttered, letting them all on the fairly small, yet extravagant plane. "Alright, pick your favorite."

The cabin consisted of a mere two rows of seats, but, considering how many vampires were going, that was more or less all that was needed. It was six chairs per row, and out of those six, they were split up down the center by the walkway.

Some of them were quicker than others. Poe instantly grabbed himself a window seat, not only that, but it was in the back left corner of the plane, most likely to get as far away from everyone as possible. Rainy pulled a similar move in securing the seat in the back right corner. Catalina took the window seat in the front left, as all the introverts were now more or less revealed.

Cissy snickered and sat next to Catalina, joking about how silly she was for sitting in the front. Angelique plopped herself in the middle, while Phaedra and Raven sat next to their lovers.

"Alright ladies, strap yourselves in." Sirius said, sitting in Angelique's row, in the chair closest to the pilot, in case anything went wrong. Said pilot was Dominated but it never hurt to be too careful, "Don't wanna hear any bitching from any of you."

Cadmus sat next to Phaedra and crossed his arms, "We'll behave, just for you."

"Mmm. Last time I travelled by plane I almost had to take someone into the bathroom to stave myself over. Hopefully this trip won't be as long." She said softly.

"Six hours should be fine." Cadmus said, "Maybe you can feed when we land."

"I should be alright. Egypt to here was hell."
He stifled a chuckle, then he looked at Poe, who crossed his legs and sighed as he looked out the window. "È lui bene?"

Phaedra gently took Poe's hand and gave him a small smile before she looked back at Cadmus, "No…dubito che voglia parlarne." She said, then added, "È privato per lui." And again with a sly smirk, "Non è niente di inappropriato. Niente tra noi."

"E tu? Stai bene?"

"Meraviglioso."

He faced ahead, having a hard time believing that it was true. Of course she always liked to present herself as okay. She was always there for him, and other if they needed help. But maybe it was time for him to return the favor. Though he didn't have the slightest idea how he should.

"Alright, let's take off." Sirius said, as the engines to the plane roared.

A/N: Now, neither of us speak Italian, or any other language that isn't English. Maybe we're about 2% proficient in Spanish…I really wish I could learn more, but I just never got the right kick in the pants…anyway, these translations were concocted with Google Translate. If they're wrong, or we look like idiots, it's because we are. Thanks for reading!