A/N: For all the lovely reviews I humbly thank for. That's why I wrote two chapters in one day. BOOYA! ...The reason I'm updating this one only now, is that I forgot to update. BUT, since i updated my pretender fic, I figured this one needs an update too and there it was, already written chapter on my computer. Whoops? Short chapter, yes, but as I wrote it I was moving out and had no time but the one I stole... Sorry for that one.

Disclaimer: By now you should've had realized that they're not mine. Nope. Don't own the characters, just the ones my sick mind came up with. I cannot be hold responsible for anything that Delia or Bright does, because… because… they are NOT mine. AHA. Sue someone else then.

Chapter 3

The first thing Bright could think of doing, was exactly what he ended up doing too. He jumped onto his feet and forced his way through the crowd towards the stage not even bothering to apologize to the ones he shove aside. He didn't know if Delia had recognized him already, but the time he reached the dancing girl her eyes were so wide that he assumed the answer was 'yes'. She stopped moving the moment she saw him and just stood there on the edge of the stage, holding the steel bar with one hand for support and did nothing but stared at him in shock.

It could not be happening! Delia wanted to spun around and run away, but not a single muscle acted on her mind's demands. Her feet were glued to the floor.

The audience was booing at her and begging her to continue the show, but she was completely oblivious of them, almost as if they hadn't even been there at all. To her they really weren't. There was nothing else but a guy that unmistakably looked like Bright Abbott and she… and her misery.

Reaching up, Bright grabbed her by the arm and pulled the stunned girl down into his arms. Grabbing her waist, he pulled her closer almost as if he was trying to block the drooling looks she received. The men around them were getting nervous and extremely worried that the show would not continue any time soon and few of them were already approaching them with caution. But since Delia didn't look to be harmed anyway, they didn't do anything just yet.

"What the hell are you doing?" Delia breathed out, returning to this world. When the realization of what had happened hit her, she pushed him farther away from her with all her might but he, however, didn't let go.

"What am I doing? What are you doing?" Why did he sound so mad? Delia couldn't tell and neither could Bright. All he knew was that if this had been Amy, it was what he would have wanted Ephram to do. To stop her from making a complete fool out of herself and drag her out of there no matter what! The grip got only tighter and tighter. It was obvious he was not letting go willingly.

"Bright, let go of me, you're hurting me!" She let out a whimper trying to struggle free, but his hand stayed where they were. She was panicking; what in the world was Bright doing there? Why had he pulled her out of the stage like that, in front of all those people?

"Not gonna happen, Delia." As if the humiliation wasn't huge enough, he was talking to her like to a bad-behaving child!

"D, are you ok?"

Forcing his eyes off the girl, Bright looked to his side only to see a man standing next to him. Obviously, he was one of the gorillas, so to speak, with one and one job only; to keep the girls safe. Should he have been thankful for the fact there was someone there to keep an eye on them? Probably, but he wasn't. In fact, all he wanted to do was to punch the guy straight to face for letting Delia do something as disgusting as this.

Not that there were anything wrong with strippers and such… Bright had always found them very, very interesting personalities and so on… but this was about Delia Brown.

"She's fine", he spat out finally releasing the struggling girl. Delia had to bite her bottom lip to keep herself from crying. Dear God. This was definitely as low as it could get, no doubt about that one. She was tougher than this for crying out loud! She had taken insults and slaps on the butt, she had swallowed nasty comments about her 'profession' and all that crap, she had done without a single tear. Why was it that seeing Bright's angry, disgusted face made her feel worse than any of those things ever had? She looked away ready to break into tears.

Damn you Delia, don't you dare to cry because of this! With that, she got part of her self-control back.

"I didn't ask you, did I?" The man growled grabbing Bright's shoulder ready to guide him out of the club, but that was when Delia finally came around.

"No it's fine, Jack - I'm fine", she said swallowing hard and lifted her gaze up to meet the man's eyes. Bright turned to look at her again causing Delia immediately to wrap her arms around her upper-body. She felt so… well, naked for one and completely defenseless.

People around them were getting even more restless. She had to get out of there, away from the curious eyes. There was already another girl dancing, finishing her act, but to some people their little argument seemed much more interesting. "Is it ok if I go home, Jack? I'll do double tomorrow, ok?"

She sounded so weak, so unlike Delia Brown. This wasn't Delia, this was someone that had taken over her body and mind, Bright decided. Simply, she was out of her goddamn mind. "The hell you will", Bright cut in angrily, "You're not coming back here."

"Just who do you think you are, telling me what to do and what not?" Delia snarled, angry. Her eyes were shooting flares at his direction, but he didn't seem to mind. Son of a bitch! Delia was more than angry – she was furious. The guy was nothing to him; not a family member, not a lover, not even a friend! Only someone from her past! Who had give him the rights to butt into her life without any kind of invitation? Absolutely no one! Just because she had had one lousy crush on him millions of years ago, he had no rights or reason to act like that!

"You know this airhead?" The man called Jack questioned looking highly unpleased. Well, Bright wasn't that pleased either. He was glaring at the man next to him and for a second, Delia thought he'd attack Jack. Thank God, he didn't.

"Do you!"

Oh boy, did she know him or what? "Unfortunately", she hissed trying to keep her voice low. Her reply made his anger fade away and its place was taken by amusement. She was mad at him and though he knew she had every right to kick him in the groin, which he hoped she wouldn't do though, the situation amused him. This by far was not what his friends had meant by 'having fun', was it? 'Mind-blowing' it at least was.

Delia was only further annoyed by his obvious amusement. The guy was just unbelievable!

"Then go home, D, I'll solve this with Mac", Jack sighed rubbing his nose. He was sick and tired of these girls disobeying the one simple rule. You do not mess with the clients and you do not let your lovers enter the place. It was really that simple and yet, every week someone managed to break either one of the two rules. Or both. "You show up tomorrow and we'll talk. Just take this idiot boyfriend of yours with you, alright?"

What, wait, no! She looked both shocked and horrified. Jack was getting it totally wrong and that could cost her a lot. A lot being her whole work! "I'm not-"

"Just get him out of here, now", Jack demanded before she could finish the sentence. Bright just stood there by her side not saying a word to straighten up the mistake. Of course it was wrong for him to take pleasure out of Delia's misery, but she sure as hell deserved it after the little show of hers. Just what would Ephram say if he found out about this? Was that really why he had flipped?

"I don't want to see him here ever again. Work and pleasure don't mix, D, you know the rules." Before Delia could even attempt to explain further, he was already gone leaving Delia there to stand with maliciously smiling Bright.

Shit. She took a deep breathe trying to calm herself down before facing Bright again. When she was ready to turn her gaze to meet his, the look on his face made her snort. What an asshole!

She took a deep breathe trying to calm herself down before facing Bright again. When she was ready to turn her gaze to meet his, the look on his face made her snort.

"Leave. I'm getting changed and thanks to you, I probably won't get paid tonight. I don't want to see you again." She was serious. She never ever wanted to relive the shame and humiliation she was feeling right that moment. What if he told Andy what his daughter had been doing? Goddamnit!

"I don't care what you want", he stated folding his arms, "I'm taking you home and that's final."