(A/N): I just finished the loveliest book called The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. It changed me, to say the least. I can only hope to one day aspire to have her level of speech, and literacy. ANyways, hope you enjoy this.

Love,

LBLP

Jacob pulled out the chair for his date, and she smiled at him as he pushed the chair into the table ever so gently. He liked doing that—treating women as careful as porcelain. Whatever it was; opening doors, smiling at them and taking their breath away, doing small favors then asking for nothing—he would do it all just to see them smile tenderly back. Anyone you ask would say it's because of people like him that chivalry still has hope. Anyone, but his roommate, Ms. Impervious, as he called her for the first few months of their roommateship.

"So, when is Luna coming with her boyfriend?" Debra asked, twirling her hair and batting her eyes at him. Disgusting, Jacob thought.

"Oh, any minute now, but I'd hoped we could get a different table, you know, for privacy." Jacob leaned in close to his date, smiling at her, his eyes displaying his eager intentions. His date did nothing but giggle and squirm a little under his glance. Just as they all did.

"So, how was your day, lovely?" Jacob asked, and he relaxed back into his chair, feeling the eyes of the public on him. He took a small sip of water, hoping that somehow the eyes would be cast away by the motion. They did not.

"Oh, it was okay. Today I was walking down the boulevard to go shopping, you remember that shop I told you about? The one about a block away from my bakery?" He nodded, and waited for her to go on, and she did, "Well, I was walking there, and then Jeremy, you remember Jeremy? My ex? Of course you do, you met him when we were still together, well that was before I met you of course…" He let him mind wander, but he kept his eyes on the mouth of his date. To make the illusion of attentiveness.

Luna asked him once, after seeing him on a date with one of his countless mistresses why he did it to himself. He shrugged and said he didn't know what she was talking about, with a perfect smile plastered on his face. But he did. And after that, even he began to notice that his perfection, as he called it, slipped little by little, but only when he was in front of Luna.

He cursed her for it, of course. For looking at him and seeing everything he didn't want anyone to see. She saw how ugly he was, how incompetent, and how shallow he was. Yet, she still kept him around. It was relieving, really, to be allowed to be himself, even if it was only for a moment.

After a little bit, he realized that Debra stopped talking, and was just staring absentmindedly at the door. Jacob turned around, and so did thee rest of the restaurant. He smiled when he saw Luna, in her dress, walking gracefully towards the table, with David trailing slowly behind her. Instinctively, he began to rise as if he were greeting one of his own women. Luna glared at him harshly, and he was reminded to sit himself down.

He knew the dress would look good on her; it hugged her in all the right places, and most of all, if made her suffer. Jacob chortled when Luna sat down next to him, and she replied back to him with tight-lipped grin.

"Good evening, Debra, Jacob. You look lovely, Debra, is that a new dress?" Luna said politely, yet Jacob could hear her bored undertone. It was in all of her words. Well, almost all of them. He liked it when her words didn't sound bored. He couldn't understand a word she said at all at any time of the day, but he did understand the way she presented words.

"Oh, yes! I'm glad someone noticed I just got it today. And would you believe it was only 600 dollars? It was on sale." Debra chatted happily.

"Wow! Only 600? For that dress? What a steal." Jacob smiled at the pure astonishment in Luna's voice. She was doing it on purpose.

"Right? I thought it would be much more, but they were having a twenty percent off sale! Oh! I love this song. Jacob, can you dance? I can't. Oh, but can you teach me? I would love to learn!" Debra grabbed Jacob by the arm, and dragged him off to the patio dancing areas, which is where all beginners went to dance.

David opened his mouth, trying to find something to say. He could not say anything since picking Luna up. He was too baffled.

"No, I don't wish to dance. Don't tell me I'm beautiful either, I'll just find take that as an insult. No, I don't wish to eat anything, nor do I wish to converse with you, David. And to make this clear, this is not a date, and this is not me accepting your affection. I told you after the first time you've pulled this that nothing was going to come out of it. You've known what to expect. I don't know why you've been ignoring it." Luna said, her tone not harsh or sharp, but not polite either. There was only indifference and fact stating on her part. David took that as his cue to sigh, as he always did.

"You know, maybe if you didn't have a mouth like that, you'd have a nice boyfriend and a normal life…" David said, as he always did in this particular conversation.

Luna scoffed, "and you think I'd be happy if I were as shallow and ignorant as those people who put their happiness in materials and mindless gibberish?"

"You know, Luna, Debra's not that bad of a person. She's just like everyone else, you know?" David said, taking his usual role as the defender of mankind to Luna's harsh judgment. Luna sat quietly, and David could feel the unspoken comment. He knew better than to pry for it, though. It was never good. He decided quietly to watch Luna as she watched the people dancing, with nothing but indifference to her whole situation.

"Why is it that you always ask me to these sorts of things?" Luna asked, taking a sip from her water glass. David smiled; there's a question she hadn't asked before.

"I like you." He answered.

"I don't like you the way you want me to." Luna answered back.

"Yeah, that's probably why I'm going to make this the last time I ask you out to something like this…" David said, sitting back in his chair, and letting his eyes wander to Jacob and Debra, who were smiling and coming back to the table.

"That's a blatant lie." Luna continued, not bothering to move her eyes away from her transfixed spot.

"What's a lie?" Debra asked as she picked up a menu and began to see what salad she would daintily pick at and then throw out.

"Nothing," David said, picking up his menu. Jacob gave Luna a harsh glance, and Luna simply just stared back.

"Behave." He hissed under his breath. She smiled.

"But I am." Luna replied, killing all chances of being discreet.

"Oh, don't worry about humoring, me, Jake. It really doesn't help any." David said, looking through the menu.

"What are we talking about?" Debra said, as the waitress came by to tell everyone the specials for the night.

"It's nothing, Deb." Jacob smiled, and Debra smiled back.

Luna looked to David, as if proving her point. David rolled his eyes, "yeah, yeah, I get it." He said, looking back down at his menu.

It was when the small-talk began when Jacob began to see the shifting of Luna's moods. She started out with indifference, adding nothing but simple nods and a few words of agreement, but as Debra continued on, Luna's discontent began to show more in more, as she chose not to speak a single word, or look at anyone directly. This was always a bad habit of hers.

"I was at lunch yesterday with some of my girlfriends, Maggie and Carly, you remember Mags and Carls, Jake, right?—of course you do—anyways, they were talking about that terrible dynamiting of the children's building that happened in New York a few weeks ago. Can you believe that? The main architect—I can't remember his name—went into the building right after it had been erected with the changes he didn't approve, and he blew it up. It was such an egotistical thing to do! Think of all the people that building could have helped! All the homeless and children that don't have a place to go! I can't believe someone could be so selfish. That building could have helped so many other people, and he just went in and blew it up, just because it had a few changes made to it that he didn't want! I gave some money to the fund to rebuild it. Oh, that reminds me, they asked if I knew if anyone else would give money. I hope you guys do, it's such a good cause. It's going to help a lot of poor peo—"

"To hell with you and your goddam poor people, you ignorant woman." Luna hissed at Debra, who was astonished.

"Luna." David and Jacob scolded at the same time, like parents of a child.

"No. This is so stupid. You think I'm going to sit here and let my mind be tainted by such worthless and mindless garbage? You think she has an opinion that's worth for me to hear? How many of these words do you think she's actually thought for herself? I'll bet you haven't thought a single thought about the poor in New York—not for one second—until this dynamiting. And now you're calling this man egotistical? Have you ever met him? Why does he deserve your half-assed judgment passed on him?" Luna was looking directly at Debra, waiting for her to find her words again.

"It's… It's not mindless garbage!" Debra plead, "It's true! He took the building from so many helpless people! How could someone do that? And over a single building, and… and…" Debra was stuttering under the eyes of Luna. Such unforgiving eyes on a person should not be allowed to exist, Debra thought.

"Luna, I think we should go now," David said, looking around for their waitress.

"Let me tell you something, Debra," Her tone was not menacing, but rather the calmness of it was startling, "It's so easy to run to others. It's so hard to stand on one's own record. You can fake virtue for an audience. You can't fake it in your own eyes. Your ego is your strictest judge. You run from it. You'll spend your life running. It's easier to donate a few thousands to charity and think oneself noble than to base self-respect on personal standards of personal achievement. It's simple to seek substitutes for competence-such easy substitutes: love, charm, kindness, charity. But there is no substitute for competence." Luna sat back, and watched as Debra, furious, stood up and walked out of the restaurant. Luna did nothing but bask in her victory.

Jacob looked at her disappointed, as did David. They both got up, and went to go comfort her latest victim. She sat silently, sipping at her champagne, and waiting for someone tell her it was time to go home.

"Sill quoting Ayn Rand, I see?" a familiar voice said behind her. Luna turned around, her eyes widened.

"Father?" She whispered, as if he were a fugitive about to be caught.

"It's so nice to watch you destroy people without any feeling of guilt or remorse. It reminds me that maybe you have picked up something from me." Her father chuckled, and his chuckle turned into a grave thing.

"I don't have time to laugh. I haven't gotten time at all, actually. You were right, Luna, that day when you came from the office. More right than you'll ever know—well, know, I can't say that, because you will know, but here," He pulled out a small box tied with a ribbon, and stamped on with a wax seal. A wax seal with the figure of Dolos on it.

Her father stood up, and fixed his tie. He then looked around the building, and did something never done before. He bent down, and kissed Luna's forehead. He saw her look of sheer disgust, and chuckled to himself.

"Bon voyage, kiddo." He said, and he stood rigid, his eyes never leaving Luna's face.

Luna looked at him, and then the box, perplexed. Everyone heard the gunshot—but only one person didn't duck, or flinch. He only stood, and then fell onto the lap of his daughter. Luna's eyes widened, and she could do nothing but stare at the scene before her, only think that nothing was happening. It was okay.

There was only blood. Everywhere. On her face. On her dress. On her shoes—oh my god, where did all the blood come from? She saw the once powerful man lying before her on the ground, eyes open and unblinking. She found that the blood was coming from a single shot to the back—no the front—of his head. The bullet traveled through the back.

She looked at him, and tried to get the buzzing out of her ears. God, that annoying buzzing. What the hell is that buzzing? Luna thought to herself. It took her a little while to realize that it was Jacob. And he was shaking her, but she couldn't look away from the body before her.

How was it so easy, she thought, to abandon me? He had done it before, and he was simply doing it again. Still, this was different. Because at least the first time she still had the smallest hope that she would one day rise up and smite him for all the injustice. How do you smite someone if their dead? What hope is their now for revenge? Luna couldn't hear, not the sirens, not the people, not Jacob. She could only hear someone faintly in the background, "Cam tri cwblhau."

She turned around, and stared at the dance patio where she thought she heard the voice. She jolted up, and ran towards the patio. She didn't notice the string of medics and Jacob filing after her. She looked around, and saw nothing. She felt nauseas.

"Bon voyage, kiddo." What the hell does that mean? Luna thought.

"Luna? LUNA? Are you okay? What just happened? Luna?" She turned, and saw Jacob, for the first time in what seemed forever.

"Oh, hello." Luna said, staring politely at Jacob.

"Luna are you okay?" He asked, cautiously.

"Never felt better," She smiled, and then, everything faded into darkness.

(A/N): WOOO! Another chapter done! School is about to be over, and I hope to make this my first ever finished story. I really hope I don't flake out like I always do. That being said, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'll try to update as soon as possible.