Disclaimer-I own nothing, I often dream of owning Jason, but I always seem to wake up...Damn...

Why do you do what you do to me baby,
You're shaking my confidence you're driving me crazy,
You know if I could I'd do anything for you,
Please don't ignore me cause you know I adore you,

Can't you just pretend to be nice,
Can you at least pretend to be nice,
If you could just pretend to be nice,
Everything in my life would be alright
-Pretend to Be Nice by Josie And The Pussycats-

(Sanura's POV)

"Get out."

"What?!"

He glared at me from the doorway, his eyes were the coldest I'd ever seen them. "Get the hell out."

"Sanura! Sanura! Are you there?! Hello!!" Zara snapped her fingers.

I jumped and looked at her. "What?"

"You've been staring at the wall for like, ten minutes straight now...something you'd like to share?"

I shook my head. "No, not really..."

Zara glared at me. "If you keep that shit bottled up, you'll never get over it."

I smirked. "I don't know what you're talking about."

We were curled up on the couch in her living room, I had been back home for a few weeks now, it seemed like everywhere I went in Los Angela's brought up memories...memories that I didn't want brought up.

"You are still bothered by your mystery man, tell me about him please!"

I sighed. "No, I will not tell you about him, there is nothing to tell." I stood up and grabbed my jacket.

"Now where are you going? You never seem to stay still."

"I'm going to see Mick, I need to talk to him."

Zara smiled. "Does he know who your mystery man is?"

"No, and he wont know about my mystery man. So shut up about it."

I walked out hearing Zara yelling at me through the door.

-Thirty Minutes Later-

I entered the code on Mick's door and heard it unlock. When I walked in I was greeted by the familiar smell of expensive colone and blood. I took a deep breath, that smell used to be comforting to me, but not anymore. Now it was sickening.

"Mick really needs to change his code."

I glared at him. "Don't be an ass...I know it's hard for you, but please do try."

I fell back onto the sofa and continued to glare.

"Twenty years and still as cynical as ever." He took a long sip of blood.

"Not cynical, just honest."

He smirked. "I'd like to think I had something to do with that."

"Oui, baisez-vous."

He smirked again. "You did that already, I know it was 20 years ago, but I'm positive you remember."

"You know, being around you really makes me miss Coraline."

He smiled. "Glad to see I have an affect on you still."

"Only on my gag reflexes."

He laughed. I continued to glare at him. "So, where's Mick?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, I got here only ten minutes before you did."

"Did you just admit you don't know everything? Oh mon Dieu! I think the world just ended. Or hell froze over, your pick."

He leaned up and narrowed his eyes at me. "I remember a time when you speaking in French turned me on, now it just annoys me."

"All the more reason to speak French..."

He smirked. "Why don't you leave, and come back tomorrow? Cause I really don't want you here."

"To bad, this is Mick's house, not yours."

"But I was here first."

I laughed. "Yes, because that's not immature at all."

"It's the truth."

"I have a feeling he'd rather see me anyway, he sees you all the time."

"Yes, because I'm his best friend."

I smiled. "Yea, but I'm his 'daughter he never had'...that trumps best friend I'm afraid."

Josef opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by Mick opening the door. He stopped and stared at the two.

"You guys are in the same room, alone..."

I raised my eyebrows. "What's your point?"

"I would expect to find blood, you know, a little bit of carnage."

"Give us ten more minutes, there will be carnage." Josef said with a smirk.

I glared at Josef then turned back to Mick. "You must have the patience of a saint to put up with him."

Mick smiled. "You have no idea."

"Hey, she's more annoying than me!"

I smirked at him. "Yea, but I'm prettier than you."

"I could argue that."

I laughed, but before I could respond Mick interrupted me. "Please, keep the childish arguments to a minimum."

"They are not childish." I said glaring at him.

"I personally find them entertaining..." Beth walked further into the room, I smiled at her.

"See, they're entertaining, not childish."

Josef stood up with a sigh. "I can see that the 'kitten' wont be leaving anytime soon, so I guess I will be leaving."

I glared at him. "Don't call me that."

"It's what your name means isn't it?" He walked out and shut the door behind him.

I let out a frustrated scream. "Can I set him on fire? Please! It's not like anyone will miss him!"

Mick laughed and pulled me into a hug. "No, I'm afraid you're not a murderer love."

"I think I could make an exception for him..."