A/N: Heh. Dedicado a Valdemar y sus muy constructivas sugerencias.

The fuck up:

Shaina stood in the airport, staring at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the whole world. A blush decorated her cheeks, and her teeth were torturing her lower lip mercilessly. She had been waving at him like an idiot for, say, ten minutes and, when he had finally reached her spot, she had remained silent, simply burying her face against his chest, for another ten minutes. None of them dared to say a word. And it somehow frustrated her.

He smelled like alcohol and... sweat.

Saga had just greeted her, and made his way towards his own place, smiling at them.

Yes, he was filthy and he needed a bath. But she didn't care.

"Oy, snake."- he called out, wrapping an arm around her possessively.

This yanked her away from her thoughts.

"What do you want?"- she snapped.

He gave her a gentle tug, and she took the opportunity to press a small kiss to the hand closer to her face.

"Let's go home."-

She smiled inwardly.

"Okay."-

And so they did.

Shaina picked up his things slowly, in order to make laundry, while he was taking a shower. And so, now, she could maybe replace his shirt, the one she was wearing earlier, with this one. She liked the way he smelled, it was unique, slightly spicy, and obnoxiously soothing.

So then, when she picked the dirty clothes up, two things fell from his pocket.

One was a piece of paper.

The other was a crucifix.

She admired the crucifix for a few moments, and left it on top of the nearest table, the metal 'clicking' against the wood gently. She then took the piece of paper in her hand, examined it, and, before she could stop her own sight, she read what was written inside:

Dear John:

I had a blast last night.

There is your payment, dear.

I hope you can give this to you...wife.

With love,

Trianne.

Shaina opened her mouth to say something. Kick, hiss, scream, open the bathroom's door, interrupt his shower and castrate him with a wooden spoon.

I hate to love you.

Bitting her lower lip, she picked up her things and, without saying a word to announce her exit, she left the House of Scorpio. Crying, for a change.

Milo exited the bathroom with a relieved smile upon his thin lips. Ah, this was just what he needed. Being with his woman, at home, maybe sleep with someone whom he actually felt really attracted to, eat her food, sleep in their bed, give her the crucifix he had gotten for her.

And then he realized she wasn't there.

Odd shit.

He inspected the living room. Then the kitchen. The bedroom, the other bathroom, the guests room, the training room... And finally, the laundry service room.

He then caught sight of the small paper, and the god damned jewerly he had brought along with him, then the bunch of dirty clothes on the ground.

The Scorpio Saint froze in his place.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuckity-fuck.

"Fuck!"- he exclaimed, finally realizing what had happened.

And, continuing his curses under his breathe, and after slipping on a pair of clean jeans and a shirt, he ran, calling her name.