Trevor woke up the next morning with Lightening in his lap. He pushed her off as he got up. She turned over and kept sleeping. He rubbed his face upset. He searched the desk for Storm's note. He read it over and over trying to find a deeper message. He examined the paper, everything. He smelled it but he couldn't pick up on her sent. Crumbling it up and whipping it against the wall he moved back towards Lightening. She was sound asleep as he looked at her. She looked like Storm, but younger. She had her nose, but nothing could compare to Storm's blue-green eyes. Suddenly he touched his face. He felt a tear on his cheek. He cared for Storm too much and now she was gone. He sat back down on the couch sobbing.

Michael woke up and went into Jimmy and Tracey's rooms to check on them. They were still asleep. He moved into the guest room to check on Storm. She was, also asleep. She looked sad; Michael couldn't help but think it was because he had forbid her to see Trevor. He had thought about what she said. Trevor really wasn't that bad of a guy, but his short temper put up red flags when it came to having him around his family. Michael could handle him, but he didn't know about the rest of his loved ones. As Michael made his way to the kitchen his phone vibrated in his pocket, it was Lightening. He checked the living room for her and saw she wasn't there. He got worried. Where did she spend the night? He thought.

Lightening: Hey, Trevor was trying to get in contact with Storm so I told him she blew town.

Michael: That was a good idea… thanks for being on my side with this.

Lightening: No problem, just want to do what's best for Storm.

Michael: Where r u anyway?

He didn't get a response, but didn't get a chance to call her because the doorbell rang. When Michael answered it out front stood Trevor "Hey there… can we talk?"

Trevor was calm and seemed sincere "Of course, when talk over a drink?" Trevor agreed and they jumped in Michael's car and down the street to the closet bar. When they got in they ordered "So what's up T?"

"So, Storm left already?"

"Yeah… yeah she did."

Trevor looked down at his beer, his shoulders hunched. "So she does that a lot, huh? Don't you worry about her?"

Michael took a sip of his beer "I've been worrying about her, both of my sisters, since the day they left home." Michael watched Trevor. His head was hung, and he seemed down. "Trevor I didn't mean what I said earlier. You're always welcome in my home." He paused "And… when I really think about it I didn't purposely not tell you about my sisters, I guess between the heists and robing's, it just slipped my mind." Trevor still didn't respond "Come one T what's up why did you really want to meet?"

"I loved Storm."

Michael's eyes grew wide as he almost choked on the sip of his beer "Come on Trev, we both know you aren't the type to settle down. Didn't we have this conversation when you kidnapped Mrs. Madrazo?"

"It's different-"

"That's what you say all the time."

"Listen to me" Trevor got off of his bar stool and stood inches from Michael. People in the bar stopped and starred. "I've never cared for anyone this way, not even Patricia. I cried for this girl. Trevor Philips doesn't cry." He got angry and smashed his beer on the ground.

Michael got nervous "Alright take it easy, come one let's go for a walk." He got up and escorted Trevor out the door leaving extra money for the damages. They walked down the street as Trevor cooled down.

"I… I just… she makes me want to be different. She makes me not want to do drugs, or kill. When I'm with her I feel… I feel like the good guy."

Michael frowned as he watched Trevor's expression. Maybe Storm was right. "Listen, T we've been through a lot together. I've seen your good side, and I've definitely seen your bad sides, but before Storm left she did make me realize I was wrong. If my sister really makes you that happy, then I guess you have my blessing. I'll try to get a hold of her, by her cell and tell her." Trevor smiled ear-to-ear "But… if you cheat on her, hurt her in anyway, don't provide her with a good life that she deserves," he moved in to Trevor "I'll fucking kill you."

Trevor smiled "That's the Mikey I know. Go ahead threaten me again I love it!"

"Oh shut up…" Michael laughed as he flipped Trevor off. Trevor danced around him begging him for more threats, as they laughed back to the car.

When Michael got home after dropping Trevor back at the Vanilla Unicorn, he saw Lightening pull up with his other car. They met in the driveway as Michael told her the news. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" Lightening was pissed, her plan was being screwed up.

"Calm down, I think Storm will be happier."

"Who gives a fuck!? You said it yourself he is a crazy drug dealer, who kills people and fucks anything he sees!"

"Well I can't go back on my word, so you'll have to get over it."

Lightening was about to explode when she hatched another idea "Fine, but you don't have to tell her. I can." Michael nodded as they both made their way into the house. Michael went out to the pool with Amanda as Lightening went upstairs. Storm was in her room. "Hey…" Storm noticed Lightening's upset face.

"Hey, you okay?"

"I'm fine, but you won't be. Trevor just came over to talk to Michael. He is going back to Sandy Shores. I guess there is some old girlfriend that wants him back so he gladly accepted."

Storms face grew wide eyed and sad "What…? He's gone?"

"Yeah why don't you think he has contacted you in a while? It's a real shame." She went to hug her sister who had streams of tears pouring down her face. Her plan was working.

Later that day she went back to Michael and told him that Storm didn't want to see Trevor ever again. Michael didn't argue he just contacted Trevor and told him her phone had been discounted and there was no way to get a hold of her. That same night Lightening went back to the Vanilla Unicorn, to "comfort" Trevor in his time of need.

She got a text from Sasha before she entered his office.

I hope you're ready, gurl. The plans need to be finished by the end of the week.

Storm smiled as she replied to the text.

Oh mine will be, I got the sticky bomb already in my bag.