Luna and Artemis hadn't meant to fall asleep... but the fact was, they were awfully tired. It was hard work managing five temperamental Sailor Scouts.

Luna yawned loudly, "Goodness, me, what is the time?"

Artemis blinked himself awake, "Er... Probably about two o'clock..."

"ARTEMIS!" Luna leapt up with a yowl, "It's night time! The Scouts!"

"What?!"

"Look! Someone's trying to contact us!" Luna ran and pressed a control and a large picture of Lita's face appeared, "Sailor Jupiter! Are you alright?"

"Luna I'm worried, none of the other scouts are answering their devices! And I've got important news on the Hope Diamond."

"You've found it?" Said Artemis eagerly.

"No, and that's exactly the way it should stay!"

"What do you mean, Sailor Jupiter?" Luna looked to Artemis.

"My friend here told me that The Hope Diamond is cursed! I have to tell them they shouldn't go after it!"

"Your friend?" Luna sounded worried, "You mean to say that you and the Sailor Scouts are separated?"

"Yeah, the time streams broke us apart!"

"So, who's your friend, Jupiter?" Artemis frowned, "Can she speak to us?"

"Er... he probably can, yeah. Hey, speak to these guys would ya?"

The machine was passed across and The Undertaker stuck his face up very close to it, "Miss Jupiter, I would talk to them, were they not cats!" He sniggered.

"LITA! What is he?!" Luna cried, leaping back.

"He looks like he's from the Negaverse!"

The Undertaker smiled, "Well I never, talking cats!"

"Lita, he's tricking you! You've got to listen!" Luna called frantically.

"Er... I think they want you back..."

Lita looked in the machine, "What?"

"Get out of there Lita, you're in big trouble with that man! He's got to be from the Negaverse!" Luna was frantically pressing buttons trying to alert the other scouts she was in trouble.

Lita suddenly froze in panic, Why didn't that even occur to me?! "Ok, got to go."

"LITA!" But she had hung up, "Gosh, Artemis... I hope she's going to be all right."

xxx

"All right, scumbag!" Lita stood, her arms crossed in front of her, "Give it up!"

"Give what up?" The Undertaker still smiled.

"You're from the Negaverse! You've been sent to kidnap me!"

"Young woman, I didn't even know you were in that coffin! The only thing I have about you are these notes from Scotland Yard, 'Unidentified woman, found in field, no wounds, possible... er..." the undertaker missed out the suggested profession in fear of insulting her, "Age suggested sixteen."

"I'm fourteen."

"Well I never!"

"And anyway, why was I in a coffin?!" She kicked the offending item.

"Because, Miss Jupiter, you were taken as a dead woman. Might you have forgotten to breathe? Happens you know."

"Not without dying it doesn't!"

The Undertaker paused, "Well..."

Lita dropped her fighting pose. In a strange way, she felt like she could trust this man. Even though Luna and Artemis had told her not to, she really felt like if he was going to kidnap her, or hurt her, he'd have done it by now. "All right." She sighed, "But I'd still like to know why I was in a coffin!"

The Undertaker made a move towards the coatstand, "Perhaps we should pay young Phantomhive a visit, hmmm?"

Lita paused, "Are you avoiding the subject?"

"Yes. I'll lend you a coat, it's cold. And if anyone asks, you can be my daughter, learning the tricks of the trade. Ever thought of going in to this sort of business?"

"No."

"Oh..." The Undertaker shrugged, "Worth a shot."

xxx

Will bent down a little, and carefully slid her pair of trainee glasses on to her face. "There." He said dryly, "They don't suit you but their better than nothing."

"Oh, don't they?" Ami nervously glanced in the mirror and smiled lightly. The glasses were thin rimmed and elegant, a perfect fit for her small face. "I quite like them."

"Hmm." Will turned and walked away, leaving Ami to run and catch him up.

"Excuse me? Where to now?" Ami ran with a little skip.

"It's too late in the day to start training. We'll have to find somewhere for you to stay and I'm not working overtime."

"Oh... but didn't you say Mina was in trouble?" Ami wasn't used to wearing glasses and was constantly trying to adjust them. Holding the death scythe in the other hand was no easy feat either.

"Yes she is. But I don't see how half an hour's training is going to make any difference. Excuse me?" Will leaned in to a window at an office, "Could I have a room and a key near my own?"

"Name?"

Will knew this was just a formality, yet as one of the high ranking reapers he felt annoyed at having to give his name, "William T Spears."

"And the room is for?"

"An acquaintance."

The lady looked up from the desk, "This... young lady?"

"Yes."

"I'm afraid you don't have authority for that."

Will glared, "What?"

"You need to go through admin and then up to the higher offices." She smiled politely, which was more than Will was doing.

"And will that take more than half an hour?" Will checked his watch, "twenty two minutes, even?"

"Yes, Mr Spears, it's looking at taking four days. You should really have given a weeks' notice if you were going to have... friends stay."

"She is not my friend, I met her today."

The lady raised her eyebrows, "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do sir."

Will knew there was no point in arguing. He had about twenty minutes left until his shift ended and he wanted this sorted by then.

Ami smiled as he came towards her, "Do I have a room?"

"No."

Her face fell, "Oh..."

"I'm not quite sure what to do with you." Will tapped his pruner, a little agitated.

"Hey! Hey! Will!" Ronald was running down the corridor, "What's hanging, Will?"

"I need a place for this young lady to stay tonight but the office won't give me a room."

A thin smile grew across Ronald's face, "I'll put her up in my room!"

Ami gave him a sharp look, and then to Will who was wearing a thin and icy glare.

"No... I really don't think that's a good idea, not with your track record with women." Will pushed his glasses up with his own scythe, "I have a settle in my own apartments. You can stay there. But we'll keep this discreet. I probably don't have authority for it."

"A... settle?" Ami looked to Ronald.

"A sofa, and really Will, you should offer the lady your bed!" Ronald grinned annoyingly.

"No. Come on Ami, before the other reapers start heading off."

Ami, a little wary but pretty sure no one else in this cold empty place would help her followed him up to his apartments through empty corridors.

"Are you sure this is all right?" She clasped her hands together nervously as he unlocked his door.

"No, but where else can I store you? The Library?" The door clicked open and he let her in.

The room itself was immaculate. It was one room separated off by book shelves and cabinets to form three areas, a bedroom, a living area and a kitchen. Ami assumed that a door by the kitchen was the toilet. At least, she hoped it was.

"It's lovely!" She exclaimed.

"It tries to be." Will walked over to the sofa. "You can sleep here, I have a blanket and you can have one of my pillows but that's all I have. Sorry."

William was so blunt and cold Ami felt perfectly safe staying with him, he seemed just about the last person who would try anything on with her.

"I suppose I'll have to cook for us both." He sighed, "But for now I'll need to clock out. Stay here and if someone knocks, don't answer it." William left with the door clacking behind him.

As soon as he'd gone, Ami began searching for her communication device. Where is it? I know I brought it with me, it would be stupid not to! She felt like an idiot. It was gone, probably thrown in to the time streams, and she couldn't even let her friends know she was safe.

"That's the problem with this outfit..." She muttered to herself, "A distinct lack of pockets!" Gosh... she thought, I'm starting to sound like Will!

xxx

Whatever Will was cooking smelt awfully good, yet, she was too nervous to really say anything...

"Erm, Mr Spears."

"Please, just call me William."

"Ah, William. Erm, I was wondering, is it possible to find out about my other associates?"

William paused stirring the sauce, "Other? You mean, there's more than just you and your friend?"

"Oh yes! There's five of us!"

William sighed and leant heavily on his kitchen surface, "You didn't feel that this was important information you may have needed to pass on earlier?"

"Well... It never really came up..."

"Hmmm." William continued to cook. "To answer your question I can't think of any methods in which you can contact them. Unless they're all wondering around the Reapers' library... Gosh, I hope they're not..."

Ami frowned, William seemed so uptight about everything. When he'd come back in he told her he would change in to something more casual and had promptly dressed in another smart shirt and jacket. Did the man have no t-shirts?! And he seemed to be constantly frowning, like he was always worrying...

"Would you like a massage?" she piped up suddenly.

"No thank you." Will seemed somewhat alarmed at the thought.

"Oh, but I'm really very good! It's great for relaxing people, especially before exams!"

"Well, I don't have an exam..."

There was a loud knock at the door, interrupting their conversation.

Will frowned, "Stir this." He pointed at the sauce, "Here, have an apron." He thrust it over her shoulder and moved to answer the door.

Ami quickly pulled it over her head, tied it and stirred the sauce. She was glad to help out, in fact!

"Hello?" Will answered the door and stared out, "Can I... help you?"

"So who is she?" One of the older Reapers grinned, "It's always the quiet ones!"

"I have no idea what you mean." Will folded his arms and blocked the doorway with his body, to stop anyone getting in.

"Come on, William! Give it up. Ronald told us! Pretty young thing!"

William glared out. There were ten or eleven men out there all grinning idiotically. "You're all Reapers, haven't you got anything else to do?"

"You want us to leave you and your girlfriend alone? Is that it Will?" A Reaper at the back jeered.

William sighed, "That doesn't even deserve an answer, you're all being ridiculous." He shot Ronald who was leaning at the side trying to see, an icy glare. He wanted to keep this quiet. For his own reputation's sake at least...

"Is she pretty?"

"What's her name?"

"Aww, Grell will be disappointed!" One Reaper laughed.

"Oh not so!" Another grinned, "Word has it he's got himself a girl of his own!"

"What, Grell?" Will frowned, slightly concerned for said woman's safety.

"Oh yes. Young, tall, girl with her legs out. Jet black hair and a beautiful red skirt. Calls herself... Little Mars?"

Will was suddenly knocked out of the way and Ami leaned out, "That's got to be Raye!"

The Reapers looked to one another, shocked yet highly amused that Will had in fact got a woman in his apartment.

Will sighed, "That sauce will be wrecked now..."