A/N: Zomg. It's getting fluffy over here in teh new Lair. R&R please!

Chapter 9: How Can I Be Sure of That?

Griffin jumped back to the lair with an unconscious Angela draped across his arms. David bolted up. "Shit, what happened?" Millie sat up, looking worried about her.

"Just open the door for meh, David." David nodded and opened the door to the bedroom. Griffin walked in and laid Angela on the bed gently. He turned, seeing David behind him and Millie in the doorway. "Paladin was pretendin' to be a cashier. And it was her sister..." he trailed off.

"Wow," Millie said. "Did you-"

"Kill 'er? Yeah, I did." Griffin dropped to the floor and leaned against the edge of the bed. "What choice did I have?" He looked up at David with a look of confusion.

David kneeled next to him. "Does she know?"

Griffin shrugged. "She was just hangin' in there by the time it was over and I cut her free." He sighed and continued, "But judgin' on how she acted towards her mum, she shouldn't be mad at me...I hope."

"D'you want us to stay?" David asked putting a hand on Griffin's shoulder. "Help out or something?" Griffin shook his head and motioned toward the door where Millie was.

"Griffin, if you don't mind I'd like to stay and make sure she's gunna be alright," Millie said from the doorway, tilting her head to see him. David and Griffin looked at her. "Then you can clean up and stuff."

Griffin thought about it for a moment. 'I don't want them wandering around the place. It'd just be...weird.' He sighed. "Alrigh'. I guess. Just stay out of my stuff," he glared at David.

David laughed. "Okay. I'm gunna go home quick then." He stood up and walked over to Millie. "Do you need anything?"

She shook her head and he jumped away. Griffin rubbed his hands over his face. 'I'm kinda beat. That chick wore me down.' He flinched when he felt a hand on his shoulder for the second time.

"Go clean up and get some rest." It was Millie's hand in stead of David's this time. "You look like crap," she smiled.

Griffin smirked. "Thanks," he mumbled as he got up and walked into the bathroom.

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(Angela POV)

Angela was dreaming, she knew that. But it was the same thing over and over.

"Your family is here. The Paladins." She turned around with her arms spread open. Angela moved to stab her again, but saw the crazed look in Paulette's eyes. "Can you even kill me, Angie?"

Then it flashes to the store. Jill reached under the counter and pulled out an electrical rod the Paladins use. She aimed it at Angela and shot it. She jumped but her attempt was futile, as she was so close to the tangled mess of electrical wires being shot at her. Angela screamed as the volts surged into her body. "Actually, I'm your sister," Jill said darkly.

The dream went to black and slowly to Griffin, Millie, and David sitting in the old lair. No movements or sounds; as if they were frozen. 'I feel like I'm being tortured. Why won't it end? Griffin? David, Millie? Anyone?...' The darkness came fast this time, making Angela feel dizzy. 'No. Someone help. Please.' She opened her eyes and saw the form of a person start to become visible. "Please...Griffin?"

"Angela. It's Millie. Do you want me to get Griffin?"

"M-Millie? Griffin, please." Angela's body twitched slightly. Millie nodded and moved from her sight. Angela tried to look around the room but moving her head caused her massive pains in her head.

"Angela? Ang? Can yeh hear me?" Griffin was now the one standing over her. She felt him brush her hair out of her face.

She blinked."Y-yeah. Griff," she sighed. "I'm so glad you hear me." Angela made a faint smile.

A look of confusion came across his face, but he smirked and nodded. Angela moved her hand to his face and twitched. "It's best if yeh don't move, yeah?" Angela reluctantly nodded. "Stay still okay?" Angela moved her head slightly in a nod. Griffin leaned down and pressed hs lips lightly to hers. When he pulled away, his face lingered over hers.

"Can you s-stay here? With me. I don't wanna b-be alone."

"I'd love to." He turned around. "It's fine Millie. I'll watch 'er now. You an' David can leave." Griffin walked to the other side of the bed and crawled in carefully next to her. "Satisfied?" he asked as he draped an arm over her waist.

"Almost. What happened...at the store?" She shuddered slightly.

She heard a sharp intake of breath from Griffin and started to roll onto her side to face him. In the process, she twitched once or twice. "I heard yeh scream and came in. The woman...I heard her say she was your sister. But, she was a Paladin. Long story short, she...I killed her. I'm sorry."

Slowly and carefully, Angela moved a hand to his hair and playing with the short strands of hair. "She...she may say she is my sister, but m-my family...I have no family. I have you. And Millie and David." She hissed as a tremor ran through her.

Griffin took her hand and put it at her side. "Tha's right. Now rest."

She shut her eyes, then opened them again. "You're gunna stay?" He nodded and she made a small smile. "Good." Angela, in spite of the tremors, snuggled up against him. She winced before falling asleep.

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(Griffin POV)

He was tired but not in the sleeping mood. Griffin just kept watching Angela sleep. At one point, Millie and David had poked their heads in to say goodbye and check on how Angela was. Shortly after that, he felt Angela stirring next to him. "You awake?" he whispered.

She opened her eyes fully and stretched. She yawned and said, "Yeah. That little nap killed off the tremors, I think."

"They usually die off within an hour or two when yeh get stuck like that. Happened for me."

She looked at him curiously. Remember the other day when you said we could talk about...you know," she trailed off.

"Yeah? What's your point?"

She sighed. "Is that offer still open?"

He sat up. "Well, yeah. Wha' do yeh wanna talk about?"

Angela sat up and pulled a knee to her chest. "What happened with you and David."

Griffin rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't say that was up for discussion, sweetheart," he snapped. Angela was silent. 'Fuck. I said the wrong thing didn't I?'Griffin sighed. "Fine. We'll talk about it," he huffed. Angela smiled uneasily at him. "What do yeh wanna know?"

Angela put on a thinking face. "Just the story. Like how it happened and stuff, you know?"

He sighed. "Uh...crap. I guess I should go back to when David and me met. The day he asked me about my family and stuff, I felt like I wasn't alone. He went through almost the same thing as me. 'Cept his mum's alive. But I don't know. It was just a-a phase."

Angela nodded. "What about the kiss at my old place?"

Griffin laughed. "That wasn't my fault. That was David's."

She nodded again. "So what happened from the time you started the hunts until the day you told me?"

Griffin licked his lips. "Well nothing...much."

Angela turned and looked at him with a snicker. "Care to elaborate?"

"Not really. I'm putting it all behind me."

"So you and him are-"

"Finished. Kaput. Finite. I'm all yours," he said giving her a peck on the lips.

Angela looked at him curiously. "How can I be sure of that?"

"We'll figure something out I'm sure," Griffin said as he pulled her onto him.