Sorry for the long wait (again). I struggled a bit with this chapter, so sorry if it's not very good. I always appreciate feedback, so read and review! Thanks guys!

- Also, I still don't own anything associated with Orphan Black.

"Come on Scott, you have all weekend to finish that paper. I'm booooooored." Cosima whined, nudging at Scott as he sat in his desk chair, staring at the document on his computer. He sighed, then said nothing, until finally he relented.

"Fine, let's go out. Where were you thinking?" He asked, going over to his closet to find something to change into.

"A club? I'm feeling like dancing. Preferably with a gorgeous partner." Cosima smiled mischievously, than strode out of the dorm room. "I'll meet you back here in half an hour. Actually, make it an hour." She called over her shoulder.

"Woah," Cosima said, head spinning due to the combination of one too many tequila shots, some excellent grass she had scored from a grad student, and the flashing lights in the club. "Let's go dance!" She said, pushing Scott out of his chair.

"Nah, I'm good Cosima." Cosima pouted, but when she saw him shake his head firmly, she shrugged.

"Suit yourself," she said, strutting over to the dance floor. She began to dance, slow and sensual, as she let the beat overtake her. She looked around, and her jaw dropped as she saw Professor Cormier, at the bar, looking sexy as all get out. Cosima found herself walking over there, the alcohol giving her courage. She tapped on the teacher's back, and grinned cheekily at Professor Cormier's shocked expression.

"Miss Niehaus!" Professor Cormier exclaimed, shocked and a little embarrassed. The one night she decides to go out, give herself a break, she runs into a student.

"Cosima's fine, we're all adults here. Of course, it would feel better if I knew your name; Professor Cormier sounds a bit too formal at a club, doesn't it?" Cosima smirked, tongue poking out behind pearly teeth.

"Delphine. You are very cheeky, non?" Delphine said, mentally kicking herself. What was she doing? Cosima was a student. An adult student, but still a student.

"Yeah, guess it's good you found out now rather than later. Anyways, I…" Cosima trailed off as she heard a new song blare through the speakers. "Awh man, THIS is quality music." She bobbed her head excitedly, than looked at Delphine. "Let's go dance!"

Delphine looked awkwardly away. "Cosima, I'm not sure it's appropriate…"

"Come on, live a little! Let's go!" Cosima said, grabbing Delphine's hand and leading her to the dance floor. She knew what she was doing was foolish, would never work, but the alcohol and drugs were clouding her brain, and this song had a good beat, and Delphine was… breathtaking, as she danced. Cosima watched her at first, and then began to dance herself.

Delphine knew as soon as she allowed herself to be led to the dance floor that she was headed for trouble, yet watching Cosima dance was worth it. The girl's movements were intoxicating, slow and steady, arms raised above her, hips swaying to the beat. Delphine unconsciously gravitated closer to her, until they were pressed up against each other.

Cosima felt Delphine press against her back, and grinned lazily, body rocking against her. She could feel the adrenaline pounding through her veins, or maybe it was just the alcohol. She turned to face Delphine, and smiled when she saw Delphine's dark eyes and lip between her teeth. She brought her hands up to wrap up around her neck, and kissed Delphine.

"Fee, I've got to meet with her." Sarah was in her foster brother Felix's dorm, which was littered with art supplies and paintings. After her strange encounter with ice queen, she had ran straight to Felix's room. She needed advice, and she trusted Felix more than anything else. "First that weird kid who thought I was Cosmo,"

"Cosima." Felix corrected. He was lounged across the couch he and his roommate Colin had dragged in from a yard sale, drink in hand. After his sister had filled him in on the strange events from the afternoon, he had decided that they were going to need a lot of alcohol to make sense of things.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyways, now I got this weird evil twin sister? Somefin's not right." Sarah toyed with the card in her hand.

"Maybe she's a successful robot version of you. A proclone." Felix said, giggling. He was well on his way into his third drink, and feeling the effects. "Maybe it's best you stay away."

"I've got to see what she wants. Maybe she has information on my real family, yeah?" Sarah said, a bit of child-like longing creeping into her town. Being in the foster system had raised her to be tough, made up of broken glass and sharp edges, but underneath the rough exterior, Sarah still had that hope that's inside every orphaned child – Finding her real family. Felix sighed, hearing the sorrowful subconscious hope Sarah's tone held.

"Fine. Just be careful, and remember who to trust."