A/N: Okay, I'm finally updating. There's something wrong with my keyboard, so I apologize for any typos. I think it needs new batteries. (It's cordless). Anyways, this chapter is pretty long. It's almost seven whole pages. Yay! Fox and Dom's first date! Yay! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, own nothing. All I own in this chapter are Fox and Sparrow. Everything else belongs to Eoin Colfer and Kona Village.

Chapter Six: First Date and Fireflies

Fox stood in front of the mirror, amazed that the person staring back at her was really her. She had agreed to meet Domovoi one of the restaurants at eight. She had then dug her hairdryer out of one of her bags…and had a brief nervous break down when she remembered she hadn't been on a date in over five years.

&Flashback&

Fox punched in Sparrow's number frantically, her fingers shaking slightly. After four rings, which seemed to last four years, a voice answered.

"Foxy?"

"Sis!" Fox let out a sigh of relief, stopping in the act of chewing her bottom lip to shreds. "I'm so glad to hear your voice!"

Sparrow was silent for a moment. "Um…We just barely spoke a little while ago. Like, two hours. Not even."

"I know. I know." She collapsed on the bed. "I need some help."

Sparrow was suddenly serious. "What is it? Are you okay? Is someone trying to kill you?"

Fox almost laughed. "No. No one's trying to kill me. But…" She paused. "You remember that guy I mentioned?"

And suddenly, Sparrow was all ears. "The forty-year-old-dreamboat?"

Fox rolled her eyes. "Yes. Him."

"Well? What about him?" There was a pause. "Is he inept?"

Fox fell off the bed. "Would you stop thinking about my sex life for five minutes!" She snapped into the phone. "And how the hell should I know? I haven't even known him for twelve hours!"

"And your point?"

"SIS!"

"Alright! Alright! Don't shout. So, what do you need help with?"

"Well…We've got a date tonight."

"Oh, Sweetie. I wish I could help. But I cant trade places tonight. You're all the way in Hawaii."

Fox pulled herself up from the ground. "I wouldn't want you going on my date for me even if you were here!" She blurted.

There was an amazed silence. "Wow." Sparrow said finally. "You must really like this guy."

Fox sighed. "I don't know why. He's just…different, you know?"

Sparrow giggled. "Different? Oh, Foxy, you sound love struck! And after only a few hours knowing him."

Fox shook herself slightly. "Sis, come on! I'm meeting him at eight! It's six now."

Then Sparrow was all business again. "Okay, Darling, what can I do?"

"I need you to help me prepare."

&Flashback&

They had set up the webcams on their laptops, and Sparrow had talked her through everything. Makeup, clothing, and hairstyle were the most essential, Sparrow explained, sounding as if this were an important mission. Which, Fox decided, it probably was.

Now, she was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, examining herself in utter amazement. Her long, fiery red hair, that was usually either tied in a knot or hanging in front of her face, cascaded down her back in an elegant fashion, and a simple red hair tie hold half of it up.

Sparrow had tried to convince her to wear blood red lipstick, but after several minutes of arguing, had agreed that a soft pink would work just as well, permitted she wear blush and mascara as well.

The clothing had been a bit trickier. Fox had wanted to wear something simple; an ankle-length jean skirt with a bright green top. Sparrow had refused, trying and failing to get her to wear the thigh-length skirt and tank top she had been forced to pack. Finally, they had both settled on a simple white dress that went down to her knees, even though her sister gave her a quick lecture about it.

"It makes you look like an innocent little virgin!" Sparrow had scoffed. "Do you honestly want him thinking you're inexperienced? It might be a good thing if he were our age, but he might already be uptight about the fact that he's nineteen years older than you." Several seconds later, she had reconnected the internet link between their computers and apologized to Fox.

"I cant believe I'm doing this." Fox murmured. Ever since she had joined ACE, she hadn't cared much about catching the eye of the opposite sex. She wore mostly black, with the exception of a few outfits for the rare days she was allowed to wonder the streets of New York. She always wore little or no makeup, unless she played the decoy, which was even more rare. Her hair was just about always tied back, after Shark had tried to convince her to shave it all off, and the only time it wasn't tied tightly against the back of her head, it hung messily around her shoulders and face.

She turned from the mirror, going back into the bedroom of the suite. As she did, she looked down at the tattoo on her forearm, almost surprised to see it still there. After everything that had happened that day, she had nearly forgotten who she was. What she was. She sighed. Maybe she should just forget the whole thing. It could only cause trouble, really.

She glanced up at the clock. It was seven fifty. She gave a slight jump, grabbing her purse-this was new in itself, seeing as Fox never carried one. Ever-and pushing out of the door. It was too late to cancel. She would just have to go. So no chickening out, Jenny. Teased a voice in her head, which sounded oddly like Fox. She smiled, laughing as she headed towards the elevator.

---Diamonds---

Butler was sitting at a table in Hale Moana, one of the many restaurants at Kona Village. He was dressed in a dark blue suit, even though it was a warm night. After he and Jennifer had decided when and where to meet, he had paced his room for some time, trying to calm himself. In all truths, it felt rather strange to him. It was his first date since he had begun working for the Fowls, and he was nineteen years her senior. Which, he reminded himself, was perfectly legal. He just couldn't shake the feeling that he was "Robbing the cradle", as Juliet would have put it.

"I cant believe I'm doing this." He muttered, looking around the place. Many couples were dancing on a platform outside, lit by torches. It was all rather romantic. Butler sighed and shook his head. What was he getting himself into? Becoming involved with someone in this way could only lead to trouble. Though, on the other hand, Juliet had told him he needed to relax. And what better way to relax then with a bit of romance? Anyways, it was probably just a fling for her. She would return to her college dorm after this month and he would go back to Artemis' side, wherever that may be in the world.

"Umm…Hey."

He looked up, and was instantly paralyzed with shock. It was Jennifer, but she looked very different. Her long red hair, which he had seen hanging halfway over her face, was now tied back in an elegant fashion. She was now wearing a white dress, instead of the everyday clothes he had seen her in earlier. All in all, she looked quite a bit different. But that wasn't exactly a bad thing.

He smiled at her, beginning to stand so he could help her into her seat. She sat down without waiting for him to pull it out, and he sat down again, feeling slightly embarrassed. "You look…"

"Innocent?" She asked, her voice teasing.

Butler laughed. "I was going to say 'nice', but innocent works, too."

Jennifer smiled mischievously, sending a strange and comfortable shiver down Butler's spine. "Well," She murmured, leaning forward. "Looks can be deceiving."

He raised his eyebrows at her questioningly, and she burst out laughing. "You seem very relaxed." He observed, once the laughter had subsided.

"Shouldn't I be?"

He shrugged. "That depends. Does it bother you that I'm almost twice your age?"

She thought about, then shook her head. "Not really. It bothers my sister more than it does me. She said I might give you a heart attack." She blushed furiously for a moment, then looked at him teasingly. "What about you? Doesn't this make you a baby snatcher?"

"I'm not sure. I'm not all that old, you know."

"I know. But nineteen years is still a lot."

"Does that bother you?"

"No."

"Good." She said, with a sharp tone of finality. "So, have you always lived in Ireland?" She leaned closer, examining his face. "You don't really look Irish."

He smiled, glad for the change in conversation. "No, actually. I'm only half Irish. My mother was from the Philippines."

"Oh." She smiled. "So you're Eurasian?"

"Yes." He paused. "What about you? Where are your parents from?"

She tensed slightly as she answered. "My Mom's from Florida, and my Dad's from New York."

He grinned. "And how do they feel about you dating older men?"

She looked down, her cheeks turning red. "I wouldn't know. They died when I was six."

He felt instantly ashamed. He placed his hand on hers. "I'm sorry." He murmured.

She looked up, smiling sadly. "It's alright. You didn't know. Anyways, it was a while ago. And I've got my sister."

He nodded, then decided it was time to change the subject again. "You still haven't told me what you do for work."

She stared straight into his eyes, and for a moment, he thought he saw an apologetic look there. But then she spoke, and it was gone. "I work for ACE international. They make computer software."

Butler frowned slightly. "ACE international? I've never heard of them."

She shrugged. "It's a small business. A lot of people say they're criminals." She shrugged. "But, it's the best job I can get and it pays pretty well."

Butler looked around them. "To afford this, they must pay well."

Jennifer smiled. "I'm good at what I do." She replied. "Too good, I suppose."

Butler looked curiously at her. There was something about her that he couldn't quite figure out. He wasn't sure why, but he felt strange around her. Unsure of himself. Before he could figure out what it was, his train of thought was interrupted by someone from an announcement on the Intercom.

"Okay, this next song is for couples only! Lovers, get on the dance floor!"

Butler looked at Jennifer, and noticed that she was staring at the floor. She glanced up at him, and he smiled. He knew they were both thinking the same thing; it was too soon. "Let's go for a walk."

She smiled back, nodding quickly, and together they walked out onto the beach, both ignoring the dancing couples as best they could.

The beach was warm and dark, and it gave Butler a sense of unexplainable calm to be there with Jennifer. She looked up at him, and gave him a warm smile. They walked in silence for a while, then Butler spoke.

"You are rather mysterious, Jennifer."

She looked up at him, and laughed. "I could say the same about you, Domovoi. But…it's strange." She frowned slightly in confusion. "I just barely met you, and yet I trust you enough to walk alone with you this late at night."

Butler felt guilt churn in his stomach, the gun stuffed up his sleeve suddenly felt heavy. "Well then," He replied, trying to sound casual. "I guess we'll just have to learn some more about each other." He stopped, looking down into her eyes.

She beamed at him. "I'd like that." She murmured.

They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity, until Butler felt something strange. Something he had not felt in quite a few years. He leaned forward, bring his lips closer to hers.

She moved closer, lifting herself onto her toes slightly. Butler felt a surge of electricity run through him. He wanted to kiss her. He didn't know why. She was almost a complete stranger. Nevertheless, he wanted to.

Their lips were about to come together, when several fireflies lit up right near their heads, bringing them both back to earth and rational thought. They blushed simultaneously, each looking away from the other. After a minute of awkward silence, they looked back.

She smiled nervously, and he smile back. "Look." He said simply, pointing.

She looked, and he heard her gasp softly at what they saw. There were hundreds, maybe thousands, of fireflies lighting on and off around them on the beach. They seemed to light up the whole place at some moments.

"Wow." She whispered. "I've never seen so many. New York is to busy at night."

He laughed softly. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

She nodded mutely, staring transfixed at the fireflies. She leaned against him slightly, and after a moment's hesitation, he put an arm around her shoulder. They stayed that way for what must have been at least an hour, maybe more. Finally, the tide picked up, soaking their feet, and they decided it was time to go back to the hotel.

---Diamonds---

All the while they were walking back to the hotel, Fox's mind was reeling. What was she going to do? Ask him if he wanted to come in? Was that inappropriate for a first date? She'd forgotten to ask Sparrow what happened afterwards. In truth, she hadn't expected to have any misgivings. But now…

She racked her brain as they neared her suite. She hadn't been on a date for five years. This guy was almost a complete stranger! She couldn't just let him into her bed after knowing him for less than twenty-four hours. It just wasn't moral. Hell, it just wasn't her.

On the other hand, Sparrow would have probably told her to go for it. Of course she would. Sparrow had always been the wild twin. While Fox wasn't exactly the "sensible" one, she would never sleep with someone without really knowing them first. Which was one of the main reasons her social life was practically non-existent. She just couldn't risk getting to know any man. It was too dangerous.

They reached the door to her suite, and she turned to face him, her mind still reeling. She looked up at him, and sudden calmed as she saw indecision written on his face. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then bent slightly, taking her hand.

"Good night, Jennifer." He murmured, kissing her hand gently.

"Good night." She replied weakly, watching him turn and go, heading for his own room. She waited until he was out of sight, then went into the hotel room, and threw herself on the bed. She lay there for hours, her heart pounding, recounting everything that had happened that day, until she allowed herself to fall into a deep, calming sleep.

A/N: Yay! My longest chapter EVER! Le gasp! Okay, lets see…I'm probably gonna be a little while with the next chapter. Finals are for the next two weeks, and then I go on Summer Vacation. Anyways, I really hope you liked it. Feedback, people! Please!

A/N2: Okay, I want to clarify a few things. Some of the jokes in this chapter were a bit sexual, and if that offends you, I apologize. I hope I didn't offend anyone. I did warn a few of you, but for those of you who didn't know, here's your warning; a lot of the humor in this fic leans toward mature content. That's why it's PG-13, Loves. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but that's just how it is.