After Logan left, Kendall turned back to Etta feeling horrible. He wanted more time with her. He needed more time with her. Damn Griffin and his spontaneous need to promote the band at inopportune times. This was going to hinder his healing as well.

"Etta…I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you…" he said as he walked to her and kissed her. He caressed her face. "I want more time with you."

"I know…me too…" she said as stared up into his eyes. "Kendall…do you still want to see what was in the folder?" she asked and he nodded before she grabbed the folder off the nightstand and handed it to him. "I'll give you some privacy if you want…"

"Don't go. Since I have even less time with you, now…I want to make every second count. Besides, I need you in case I don't like what I find in here." he said as he held up the folder and Etta was sure he wouldn't hate but. However, she knew that either Keith or Kendra wouldn't like it because it could possibly mean the end of their existence.

"Okay…I'll stay." Etta said as she sat on the bed and Kendall sat next to her and opened the folder and articles got a little out of order when they were knocked to the floor, but it shouldn't matter.

"There's so much stuff…" Kendall said as he picked up an article. The first article Kendall saw was an article in a magazine from a few years ago about the organization about his program that helped children with divorced parents. Etta gave him a few minutes to look over the few articles and she watched his face as he read each one.

"Kendall?" she asked cautiously. She knew Keith and Kendra had a much more subtle way of appearing, now that made it harder to tell if he was truly Kendall or one of his alters. "What do you think about all this?"

"I don't know what to say…" Kendall said as he stared at her and she saw his eyes. Something about them were off…until she realized it was Keith. "Except maybe…the guy sounds like a fucking try-hard."

"I figured this would happen. What was the triggering article, Keith?" Etta asked and he smirked at the annoyed tone in her voice.

"Where do I start? This sappy ass article about his company donating food and clothes and money to programs to feed children in West Africa. Yeah…like that shit's not a tax write off. This guy doesn't give a shit about these starving children. It's all a publicity act to make the guy's company not seem like the true money machine it is."

"That's not true, Keith and you know it. You know what I think? I think you're afraid to admit that what you think of him is wrong. You're afraid to see Jack for the nice guy he really is. Look at all the work he does. Does he get a tax write off for doing most of this stuff? Sure. But this…" she said as she grabbed the first article he saw. "has personal written all over it."

"You're gullible if you believe that shit. But…gullible can be hot…" he said as he placed his hand on her thigh and she smacked it away. "Come on…I think we're a little past you denying me when I've fucked you so many times before…" he said with a smirk as he slipped his hand between her thighs and she grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand away.

"Stop touching me and be serious for a minute. Your distraction tactics are annoying and unnecessary and a little transparent. I may not know Jack personally, but I can tell that his charity is for real. I know there's a lot of business men out there…heartless business men, but Jack Fosters isn't one of them.

"You can't be serious…" Keith said with a scoff. "The guy fucked a married woman and she got knocked up. End of story…"

"That bothers you, doesn't it?" Etta asked and she could see Keith's jaw flex as she said that. "Kendall wasn't conceived out of love, but out of an affair. I know you don't give a shit about love or romance, but Kendall does. And what bothers him, affects you."

"Okay…little miss know it all…you're right. I don't give a shit about love or romance and all I want to do is fuck you so hard you'd forget Kendall's name. But, I can't help feeling sorry for the guy. He finds out his mom is a cheating bitch and that his father is some random Australian fucker who apparently is this great guy. If he's so fucking great, how come he never made an effort to fucking see his own son. Sure, the asshole could have ten thousand charities, but it doesn't make him a good guy…especially when he never came to see Kendall."

"You know he came to see Kendall. His mother stopped Jack from coming back. You're just upset because if Kendall finds out, you'll be gone and so will Kendra."

"You keep saying that shit, yet I'm still here…" Keith said with an arrogant smirk. "And let's be honest…you still want me around. I can tell you want me around by the way you deny it so much. You love it when I touch you. It's different from Kendall's touch. He touches you as if he's afraid to break you."

"Part of that is your fault, you know that? He's afraid of what you'd do to me if he's not in charge. And I happen to like the way Kendall touches me."

"No, you don't…" he said with a smirk as he moved closer to her and he chuckled when her body stiffened as he moved closer and closer to her. "You like when I touch you. You like when I leave marks on your skin. You like it rough. You don't want to admit it, but I know you do. I could pick you up and fuck you hard against the door and you'd come within seconds, I pin you down to the bed and fuck you so hard the headboard would bang against the wall and you'd beg for more. I can practically feel your nails clawing at my back leaving nice, long scratches." he said before he laughed.

"What's so funny?" she asked as she glared at him. He was smirking his cocky smirk and his eyes looked a few shades darker than before.

"I think I got you all hot and bothered. Want to relive that tension?" he teased and she glared at him. "You'd feel so much better if you just gave in and admit that you want me around. You're trying so hard to get rid of me because you know I'm the one you want."

"I want Kendall to get better. As much as you turn me on, I'd rather see him better and living his life." she said and he smirked wider.

"So, I turn you on, huh?" Keith said and Etta rolled her eyes. She knew she shouldn't have said that, but she said it before she could stop herself. "Tell me, Etta…what do you do when you get so turned on lately? Do you masturbate? Who do you think about? Kendall or me?" he said before his smirk grew wider when he noticed her sharp intake of breath when he mentioned himself. "It's me, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's you. Are you happy?" she snapped and he chuckled. "Go to hell, Keith…" she said as she turned her head away. "You know what…I'm leaving. Doing this was a mistake…"

"You can leave, now. We were having so much fun." Keith said and she turned to glare at him. "I can pretend to be Kendall if that'll make you feel better."

"Really? Could you pretend to be Kendall? How long do you think you can do that? What if Kendall needs to answer a question in an interview? Could you be him? As I've said before…you can't fool everyone. Eventually, your façade will crumble." she said as she left.