A/N: Alright, at long last, I am back...again.... sorry guys, really I am, I give you all permission to punish me anyway you like, 40 whacks with a wet noodle, public flogging, whatever, I'll take it. So, this is really just a filler chapter that helps explain the,uh, "events" of the last one, so no new couples, but I am working on the next one, so it should be up (hopefully) soon. Oh, and a small apology goes to Wanda W for the images she has in her head, I would scrub them out for you, but they stay with me all the time to. SO, Warning to all readers, there happens to be a, uh, we'll call it disturbing, explaination in this chap...or I found it disturbing anyway.... anyways, enjoy!

OH.

"Ahhhhh, shit"

MY.

"Gott in Himmel"

GOD.

"Hey, uh, kid…"

OH.

"Uh, Sparks?"

MY.

" Ze poor child, do you zink she is okay?"

FUCKING.

" Mhhmph, what'd you think, elf?"

GOD.

" Vhat do ve do?"

OH.

" I dunno, get her drunk?"

MY.

" Now, now, Logan, ve can't do zat!"

FUCKING.

" Mhhmph, fine, then this should work."

"OW!"

" Vas zat really necessary?"

" She's talkin', isn't she?"

"You … and him…and…that…and with the….but what about….with Dr. Grey, and...and...and…gone, just gone…white picket fences, perfect children, hot, hot nights in bed…"

" She's not making any sense, Logan."

" She made sense before?"

"Why?"

"Why what, Sparks?"

"Why...that?"

"Uh, vell, uh…you see…"

"Listen, Sparks, it happened because it did, deal with it."

"But…but… your straight, right, I mean, that thing with Dr. Grey, and, I mean, Mr. Wagner, your catholic, isn't that like a sin or something?"

" Vell, Jubilee, you see, uh, I like to zink zat ze Lord is, uh, forgiving of all our…"

" What the elf is trying to say is, yes, we are straight, and not that it's any of your god damn business, but he happens to bring out the animal in me because of the fur and stuff, and sometimes that animal wants what it wants. He just helps, uh, satisfy the animal. That's all it is, so don't go reading anything into it."

"Ewww… I… just… ewww."

" Ve vould be very appreciative if you didn't let zis get around, Jubilee…"

"Yeah, and if it does, you'll be having daily "private lessons" with me down here until one of us dies…"

" Uh-huh, sure, right, don't tell, or death."

" Good, now get the hell out of here."

" Uh-huh, going now."

Oh, holy fuck, what the hell was that? I mean, Mr. Sex-in-jeans with Mr. Wagner…uh, I think my brain just froze, as in not functioning. You hear that sound, the one that sounds like a car refusing to start? Yeah, that's my brain, refusing to function. God, I really shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.

"Hey, Jubes, shugah, what was that about?"

"Huh?"

"Uh, well, we didn't see ya at lunch, and then ya were a space cadet durin' English, and now, well, ya lookin' kinda pale and shaky, shugah, what's goin' on?"

"Nothing, nothing at all."

"Don't gimme that crap, I know somthin's up, and we both know what happens when I wanna know somethin', so don't even think about tryin' to get out of tellin' me."

Crap, I am so screwed, just so screwed. Fuck it, I probably can't even lie properly right now.

" You know what, I really don't feel good, that's all, I'm gonna go to bed, alright? I'll see you later."