Disclaimer: Don't own, didn't happen. Set during the movie. In case anyone was wondering, this fic follows the movie the same basic way, only a little different in some parts.

"Hey Lily!" Bodie called out to her when she entered the crowded bar, "What's your fine ass doin' here? Shouldn't you be at work?"

"I don't work tonight," She answered him walking up to the gang of men at the booth, "Jenny's running the show,"

Bodie caught the disdain in her voice and hit her arm lightly, "Don't you worry about her, and everybody here knows you the best."

Lily simply smiled at Bodie's comment and sat down beside him. Her thoughts were completely consumed with Billy. She regretted leaving him alone out of fear he might do something drastic to someone…or himself. Lily wasn't sure anymore. Taking a drink from Heco, Lily gulped a bit of beer and then set it on the table. Her foot began to tap as she waited impatiently for Billy to come into the bar. All she wanted to do was comfort him, despite the fact he was with Jenny.

Jenny didn't matter anymore. Lily loved Billy, and even though they had their ups and downs, they loved each other. One moment, they screamed and faught, with death threats being thrown around. The next, they were tangled together in the sheets, passionately kissing and promising never to fight again.

"So, what happened with Billy?" Bodie asked her,

"What?"

"Tom called and told us what happened at the club. I think it's a little fucked up that Jenny would do that shit to you," Bodie said, "And she was supposed to be your home-girl-"

"She was never my home-girl," Lily said, repeating his phrase as she picked at a dent part of the table, "She's a slut who needs to be blown off the face of this planet…"

"We can always get her," Spink, a skinny man with a few tattoos similar to Billy's, said, "It wouldn't be any problem,"

"No," Jenny said, "She doesn't deserve a quick death."

For some reason, the only thing that bothered her about Billy and Jenny, was that Jenny was the one he was touching. Jenny was the girl he went to when he was craving something only a woman could give him. It made Lily's stomach churn just thinking of how long this had been going on before today. Drowning her worries with another gulp of beer, she felt a large hand touch her shoulder.

Looking around, she saw Billy standing behind her, wearing only his black sweater and jeans. His eyes were not longer full of sadness, but instead holding a silent anger.

"Let's talk," He said, and Lily followed him to an empty corner of the bar, sitting down on a ledge of a wall.

Naturally, Lily came beside him and wrapped an arm around his back and her other around his front. He took her small hand in his, looking away from her as he became absorbed in his depression again. Lily laid a few kisses on his cheeks, but she knew fully well that was no use.

"He's gone," Was all Billy said, "I can't believe he's…"

"I know," Lily kissed his jaw line once, "I know, babe. I miss him too,"

"He was the only other thing I had, besides you. Now, he's dead. Gone. I'm never gonna see him again. Never gonna tell him how proud I am of him…"

"Baby," Lily turned his head to her, "Joe was different. He wasn't like you guys. He-"

"No, he wasn't like them," Billy's voice shook with anger, "I'm his brother. I think I would have known better than anyone what he wanted,"

"Billy, please-"

"Now, all I have is you," He directly into Lily's eyes, his icy blue meeting with her emerald green, "You're one of the best things to ever happen to me, you know that?"

"Um, I-"She was bit surprised by the change in conversation, not to mention what he was saying,

"You and Joe. The only two people I ever fucking cared about. Those guys. The girls. They mean nothing to me compared to you two," His words touched Lily. He had never told her these things before, "I remember when I first met you. Back then, you were just another scared little girl out on the streets. I usually didn't pay much attention to any of the fucking skanks I met, but you," He took a better hold of her hand, standing her up and pulling her close, "There was something different about you. When I looked down at you, I wanted to take care of you,"

Billy pressed his forehead on hers, looking straight into her eyes, "I wanted to be there for you. Now, I know I fucked up with that whole Jenny thing, but I want you to just put that behind you. I can't fucking lose you too. You're the only thing I have now. Don't go."

For once in his lifetime, Billy Darley was the one begging. Lily knew how much she really hated him sometimes, and other times she really loved him. She remembered when she was younger, Billy would flirt with her when he took her out for rides in his car. How he didn't care if he made-out with a younger girl or not, just as long as he was able to feel her. Mostly, she recalled how special Billy made her feel when he chose her over one of his hookers.

Being pressed against his strong chest, feeling his arms wrapped around her tiny waist, she loved him.

"I'd never leave you, Billy," She told him, "I never could. I can't live without you."

Billy gave her a small grin, and then kissed her. His lips were warm and soft against hers, his beard brushing against her skin. Lily felt the heat of his hands on her skin through her clothing; she felt the even more so as they removed her jacket. A small moan escaped Lily's throat as Billy's hands felt up towards her chest and his lips travelling to her neck. He picked her up by her thighs; letting her legs wrap around his waist as he pushed her against the wall.

"Wait," He said, stopping himself from kissing her again, "I got things to do first,"

"Can't I be one of those things?" Lily asked teasingly, kissing her boyfriend once more before being gently pushed away,

"Save it for later,"

"Why don't you save them for later and love me now?"

"Lily...It's important."

Trying to be understanding, Lily put herself back on the ground, feeling a bit disappointed. Billy stroked her cheek with his thumb and then planted another kiss on her lips. Taking her hand he walked with her to the table just as the boys were giving a toast to Joe. By the small fire in Billy's eyes, Lily knew this toast was not what he had planned to finalize his brother's death.

"So that's what we're going to do?" Billy asked the group as he picked up a glass, "Why don't you show a little fucking respect at least," He poured the beer on the floor, Lily sitting nearby watching him. She witnessed all his real anger coming out now, " That is why you guys are nothing. That is why you're a bunch of fucking punks, because you would rather drink up and toke yourselves fucking witless," Lily felt a bit frightened just being near him when he was upset, "Witless and scared shitless!"

Lily sensed more fury was building up. Billy cracked a small smile and rose his arms up, "My bad, let's here,' He picked up a full shot from the table near Lily and rose it up, "Cheers."

When nobody moved, Billy yelled, "Get your fucking glasses up! All of you!"

The group rose their glasses with Billy, but then Billy hesitated for a mere second before bursting out in anger again. The shot glass smashed into a hundred pieces against a wall. It worried Lily how easy it was to upset Billy, and she found it best if nobody spoke to him for a while.

Things would have been fine...If Bodie hadn't said anything...

"Joe just wasn't made for this shit, that's all," He was trying to reason with the suddenly enraged Billy, "He wasn't like us,"

"No, wasn't like you, you mean," Billy snapped back, pointing at him, "He was not like you. He was better than you!"

Bodie turned around fully to those words, "We as good as brothers since we was kids, and you fucking go this way," Billy just stared at his long-time friend, "What, I'm not as good as you now? Joe was like blood to me, dawg. As good as fucking blood. You too."

Billy silently agreed with Bodie, and settled down beside Lily, his arm placed around her small shoulders. He lit a cigarette; took a long drag on it before anyone spoke. His looked at Bodie and said, "Well, I'd like to catch the motherfucker that did this..."

The group began to agree with him, and Lily just clung to his side. She hoped her body brushed against his would keep him calm for at least a while.

"So who fucking did it?" Billy demanded an answer,

The group began naming several people who couldn't have done it, otherwise they would have known. Lily then began to think. The boy Joe killed the night he was inciated was some big hockey player at a high school, and also the son of some rich CEO. Lily figured, knew, that if someone killed her son, she'd be pissed off enough to go after him.

"Baby," Lily called her boyfriend's attention, "The boy Joe killed at the gas station...Did he have a father?"

"Yeah," Bodie answered, "Yeah, I think he did-"

"Yo, my sister," Baggy, a stocky man with a mohawk, spoke, "Said she saw some fucker in a suit down there, just chillen!"

Billy rose up from his seat and walked over to the bar, "How many fuckers in a suit do you ever see at Stokely?" He picked up a newspaper at the bar and came back, "See here's a funny thing: When one of us gets killed, we don't make the paper, but the son of a senior VP of Starfish Capital, whoo-wee."

He showed them the article, and Lily just grinned. He handed the paper to Baggy, and told him to go talk to his sister. The shorter man left, talking to a woman by the bar, who then nodded their way.

When Baggy returned to the table, Lily asked for the paper...

The man's name was Nick Hume...