Disclaimer: I don't own 'em…

"I can't believe you forced me to sit through that entire movie," I laughed as the ebony haired goddess beside me snaked her arm around my waist as we waded through the mass of bodies in the theatre trying to make their way out.

Her grip around my waist tightened as she snorted. "Oh come on, Sar. It wasn't that bad."

"I dunno," I offered as I pulled away slightly, not completely comfortable with the closeness of the woman next to me. "Vampires. Teenagers. It's just a little too cliché for me. Now, aliens, explosions, machines traveling back in time from the future—those are movies I can watch. But this…."

"Sara!"

I looked up, startled at the enthusiastic screaming of my name from across the movie theatre. And there, busy rushing toward us was Lindsey Willows and Catherine. The teen ran right up to me and threw her arms around me as she squeezed tightly.

"I was just asking Mom," she glanced back over her shoulder at Catherine, "if we should have invited you to come to the movie with us. I remember how much you loved the books and how you promised to take me to see the movie when it came out because Mom said that there was no way in the world she was sitting through a movie surrounded by," she turned to Catherine, "what was it you said, Mom?"

Catherine just shook her head and shrugged her shoulders.

"Horny, vamp wanna-be teens," I said as I laughed at the memory.

Inwardly I groaned, especially after having just expressed my distaste for the genre to Traci, my date for the evening. Before I could respond to Lindsey, Traci piped up, "Babe, I thought you said you hated all things associated with vampires and teenagers."

I pulled back from Lindsey and shot the dark-haired woman a warning glance. Unfortunately, she didn't catch on.

Instead, she continued, "Sara squirmed throughout the entire movie. She asked over and over if I was bored yet and could we leave. She hated it."

"Sara loved Twilight," Lindsey responded as she crossed her arms over her chest and assumed a very Catherine-like pose. Then she turned back to me and jerked her head in Traci's direction, "Who is she?"

Traci slid her arm back around my waist a little too possessively for my taste. Catherine had been watching this entire exchange without so much as uttering a single word. I looked from Catherine's azure eyes back down to the miniature version of her standing directly in front of me.

"This is, uh, Traci. Traci, this is Lindsey and her mother, Catherine Willows. Catherine and I work together."

I knew the smirk was forming before I ever saw it. Lindsey added, "They don't just work together. She used to date my mom, too. That kinda makes her my other mom. So are you her girlfriend now? And how old are you?"

A part of me cringed at what Lindsey was saying, but the larger part of me beamed to know that she had thought—or still thought—of me as her other mom.

"That's enough, Lindsey." Catherine stepped in and put her hands on Lindsey's shoulders. "We should be heading into the theatre now. You know how much you love those trivia questions they show before the movies."

She gave Lindsey a gentle shove in the direction of the theatre before smiling sadly at me. Then her eyes travelled to Traci and she held out her hand, "It's nice to meet you, Traci."

She pulled back her hand and in the most cordial and steady voice she could muster she added, "You two enjoy the rest of your evening. I'm on my way to sit in a theatre full of, and I quote, horny, vamp-wanna-be teens. Wish me luck."

Before I could respond, she had blended into the mass of undulating bodies weaving along the corridor of various theatres.

The gentle tug at my waist reminded me that my focus shouldn't be on Catherine.

I sighed heavily as my companion and I headed into the cool, Vegas night.