You guys, I'm really sorry if the translations suck.

I'm a Latin major, not a Spanish major and so I usually go to google translations to help me.

Murphy's Law

I slowly open my eyes to the sunshine glaring through the windows that sat down by my feet. I run a hand over my face, trying to wake myself up as I felt something slip from my arms. I look down at myself and see a blanket on top of me.

"How did...?" Slowly, one by one, the events of last night came back into mind and I recognized where I was now. I sit up and look around the room, taking notice to how dirty it was. The paint was chipping from the walls and the molding was cracked. The wood floors were stained in several spots, most likely from some sort of oil. In the corner was a basket that was overflowing with dirty clothes, probably Jensen and Cougar's work clothes.

I throw the blanket off of me and stand up from the couch, stretching till my back cracked. I fold the blanket neatly and set it on the back of the couch. I fix the cushions the best I can and then walk to the basket, staring down at it with my hands on my hips.

"Men..." I shake my head and give a small laugh. I pick up the basket and place it on my hip, heading towards the front door of their little apartment. I spot a woman coming out of another room down the hall and wave to her, calling her over. She smiles at me and walks closer, her dress swaying as she did.

"Dónde está el aseo?" I ask as I rearrange the basket on my hip. (Where is the washroom?)

"Es su nombre...Rosa?" She asks with a smile and watches me with slightly narrowed, but knowing eyes. (Are you...Rosa?)

"Uh, si." I reply, curious as to how she knew my name. She gives a small nod and then smiles, nodding her head towards the stairs.

"Me llamo Isabell. Estoy en mi manera allí ahora." (My name is Isabell. I am on my way there now.) She replies with a smile and then nods towards the basket I carried, "El lavado del chico que hace?" (Doing the boy's wash?)

"Sí, porque son demasiado perezosos hacerlo sí mismos." I laugh and follow her down the stairs. (Yes, because they are too lazy to do it themselves.)

"Cuánto tiempo los ha sabido usted?" (How long have you known them?) The woman asks as she leads me down the stairs. She takes a quick glance back at me and I shake my head.

"No mucho tiempo." I reply and follow her through a doorway, leading into the kitchen. (Not long.)

"Realmente? Porque ellos siempre hablan de usted." (Really? Because they always talk about you.) She replies with a faint grin tugging at the corners of her small mouth.

"Qué?" I ask surprised and follow her into the washroom. There are two basins of water and a make shift drying rack set up on a corner. I set the basket of dirty clothes down and look over at her at the other basin, "Quién? Qué dicen?" (Who? What do they say?)

"Por lo general, la rubia; Jensen. Le gusta hablar, pero él siempre está pidiendo lo que el señor Cougar piensa en ti." (It's generally the blonde; Jensen He likes to talk, but he is always asking what Mister Cougar thinks of you.) She gives a small laugh and pulls some clothes from the basin, walking them to the make shift drying rack, "El también pregunta si tiene a un novio."

"Realmente?" I give my own laugh and throw some of the boys clothes in the basin before me, taking the stick stuck in the water to move them around. I laugh again at the thought of Jensen asking Cougar if he thought I had a boyfriend, "Qué más te dijo?" (What else did he say?)

~Third Person POV~

Cougar walks out from his room, leaving his bedroom door open along with the window inside. He fixes his hat on his head and walks passed Jensen's room, heading into the living room. He stops in the doorway and stares at the empty couch, blinking several times as if to process what exactly he was seeing.

"Rosa?" He calls out, looking around the room in vain. He knits his eyebrows together and walks into the kitchen, no sign of her there either. He then heads back out into the living room, "Esto no es bueno..." (This is not good...)

He walks back down the hallway just to see if she was in the bathroom, but finds it empty. He walks back down the hall and stops at Jensen's door. He knocks roughly and then waits, looking back down the hall to the living room beyond the doorway.

"Jensen!" Cougar bangs on the door again and then opens it. Jensen laid in on his bed on his stomach, mouth agape, and covers barley on him. Cougar walks over to him and shakes his shoulder, "Jensen despiértese! Rosa es ido! Levántese!" (Jensen wake up! Rosa is gone! Get up!)

Cougar suddenly tears the covers off of Jensen and shakes him rougher. Jensen groans and sits up in his bed, staring at Cougar tiredly.

"What? What is it?" He snaps and searches the nightstand for his glasses, yawning in the process, "Where's the fire, Coug?"

"No fire. It's Rosa." Cougar replies quickly and takes a step back from the bed. Jensen throws his feet over the side of the bed and takes a deep breath, trying to wake up, "She's gone."

"What? Gone where?" Jensen snaps wide awake and hops out of the bed, "Where could she have gone? It's a small apartment!"

"She's not in the apartment. I checked." Cougar replies giving a small shrug of his shoulders. Jensen just stares at him with wide eyes and mouth agape.

~Rhoswen's POV~

I hear Jensen yell suddenly through the door to his and Cougar's 'apartment' and give a small laugh, shaking my head.

"Aquí Rosa." I look back at Isabell, who stood in her open doorway with a light yellow dress in hand. I smile and take it from her.

"Ah, gracias." I look back at her and she nods her head. Another yell comes from the boy's apartment, making us both laugh, "Quizá debería ir a asegurarse de que todo está bien. Gracias de nuevo." (I should probably go and make sure everything is alright. Thanks again.)

I walk away with the basket of clean clothes and open and close the front door to the boys apartment. I walk over to the couch and set the basket of clean laundry down on the floor. I pick up a shirt and start folding it, placing it on the couch as the start of a pile.

I hear footsteps heading my way and look behind me at the doorway to the hall. Jensen was standing there in nothing more then a shirt and boxers, staring at me dumbly. He opens his mouth to speak, but stumbles over his words.

"Morning to you too." I greet with a laugh and turn back to my work, placing a pair of folded jeans on the couch beside the shirt. I pick up another shirt and fold it, listening to another pair of footsteps walk up. I smile and place the shirt on the shirt pile, knowing who the other footsteps belonged to, "Morning Cougar."

I look behind me again and study the expression on their faces. They looked confused and a little surprised though I had no idea why. I smile at them and place another shirt on the shirt pile. Both of them stare at me strangely, making me stop my work. I turn to face them and put my arms over my chest.

"What?" I ask finally with a small laugh, "You look as if you're staring at a ghost."

"You were just doing laundry?" Jensen asks slowly. I give a small nod which makes Jensen look to Cougar with a blank expression crossing his face. Cougar gives him a small shrug and walks into the living room, heading towards me. He picks up a shirt from the basket and starts to fold it.

"Nice boxers Jensen." I give a small laugh at the weenier dogs printed on his boxers. Jensen looks down at himself and then looks back at me. I laugh again and turn back to the clean clothes, "Go get dressed."

"Yeah. Good idea." Jensen walks back down the hall and into his room, leaving Cougar and me to folding the clean clothes. I look over at Cougar as I folded a pair of pants, waiting for him to answer my silent question of what was going on.

"I came out this morning and you were gone." Cougar speaks up after another moment.

"And you thought...?" I start, shaking my head a little and trying to think of a way to finish the sentence, "What? What did you think?"

"I'm not sure." Cougar admits honestly and looks over at me. I give him a smile and look back at the basket of clean clothes. I shake my head and pick up another pair of pants, folding them and placing them on the pile.

"So," Jensen's voice came from the doorway. He walks further into the living room and sits in the cheap chair off to the side of the couch, "Do you make breakfast too?"

"Hahaha, very funny." I give a sarcastic laugh and toss a shirt I knew to be his at him. He catches it easily and rolls it into a ball, setting it in his lap. I look at him and then at Cougar, "Don't you two have to go to work?"

"Wait, what time is it?" Jensen asks and then looks to the watch on his wrist, "Shit it's eight. Coug we gotta go. We're gonna be late."

Jensen hops up from his chair and walks to the front door. Cougar sets the shirt he was folding on the pile and then looks to me.

"Gracias Rosa." Cougar leans closer to me and gives me a swift kiss on my cheek before walking over to Jensen. Jensen stares down at him hard and his eyes follow Cougar as he walks passed him, out the door.

"What was that?" Jensen asks with slight irritation circling in his voice as he closes the door behind him. I give a loud laugh and continue to fold the clothes until none are left in the basket except the dress I had asked to borrow from Isabell.

I look to the piles on the couch and decide to leave them there. I had little clue which shirt and pants belonged to whom and I wasn't about to try and sort them only to be wrong.

I walk over to the windows in the living room and open them, letting in the warm air from outside. I watch the people below as they walk passed. My mind traveled off to the night before when I had seen Clay.

"132 Santo Street at noon." I whisper out the address Jensen and I had been given. I look back around the room of the small apartment and sigh, "What am I supposed to do for four hours?"

I look back out the open window and look out at the street below. Several vendors were set up carrying fruits, vegetables, and what looked to be chickens. I give a small laugh and walk back into the room, heading to the front door. Today was going to be a roaming day it seemed.

I head out onto the cracked streets of the town, having no place set in mind to go to. All I needed to do was stall for a little while. I ended up in front of a small mechanics shop and walk inside. I spot Pooch beneath a car on a rise and walk closer, avoiding the tools on the ground.

"Hey Parker!" I call out to Pooch and walk a little closer. Pooch removes the face guard and turns off the welder, looking over at me.

"Hey! What're you doing here?" He walks out from under the rise and sets his face guard on a tool chest. I give a small shrug and look around the workshop.

"You seen Clay today?"

"Uh no, but if you're looking for him he's probably watchin' those damn cock fights with Roque." Pooch picks up a rag from the chest and wipes his face free of sweat.

"No, I'm not." I shake my head and then stop suddenly, "Wait you mean like rooster rights? They still exist?"

Pooch gives a hearty laugh and nods his head, as he wipes down the back of his neck. I shake my head, trying to rid of the distraction, and look back at him.

"Okay then...Well I just wanted to make sure you knew that we're all meeting at 132 Santo Street today." I explain and rock on my heels. Pooch shakes his head and throws the rag down.

"Did he tell you why we're meeting?" Pooch asks and leans back against the tall tool chest, crossing his arms over his chest. I shake my head and look over at the clock on the wall above the rise.

"Nope. He just told us to be there at noon. Which is in two hours." I give Pooch a sarcastic bright smile and then laugh. Pooch nods his head and rubs the back of his neck, "I guess I'll be heading out then."

"Alright. Where are you headin?" Pooch asks and pushes himself off the tool chest, grabbing his face guard. I give a shrug and begin walking backwards towards the open doors of the workshop.

"Where ever the wind takes me." I place a hand over my heart and look up at the ceiling dramatically. I take a deep breath and let out a loud sigh, trying to hold back my laughter that was building up in my chest.

"Okay now that was corny. Even for you." Pooch tries to hold back a smile, but soon fails. He gives a small laugh and points at me, "Be careful, alright?"

"God, you all act like my brother. Over protective as shit." I laugh and flail my arms. I cross them over my chest and shake my head at him. Pooch gives a shrug and walks beneath the rise, putting the face guard back on.

"If you get hurt Clay will break our legs!" Pooch calls out to me as I walk out the doors. I continue on down the street, keeping in mind I only had two hours left till I had to be at Santo Street. I hadn't thought about what Clay wanted to speak with us about till now and I just couldn't seem to answer it. What was so important that he just had to call a meeting so suddenly?

I shake my head at my thoughts and look up from the sidewalk beneath my feet. I had walked myself to what was left of the burned down hotel and stood staring at the remains. Another question popped into my mind, one that involved the bruises on Clay's cheek.

"Who were you fighting with last night?" I ask softly as I watched several people searching through the ash and wood fragments. I couldn't help but feel that the fight, the fire, and the meeting today were connected. Knowing Clay, they were one and the same, which meant we would soon be finding ourselves in a lot of trouble.