A/N: Ok guyz hey again :) I hope everyone's doing good and that your all watcing Supernatural; last episode this coming week guys and I'm super excited!

So a warning for this chapter. Were gonna be dealing with some more cutting and in the next few chapters it will become a focal point but i'll post warnings so you all know what chapters to look for it in. Don't worry were all gonna get past this!

Umm so also in the next few chapters we'll be dealing with Rome, the Vatican things like that. I was actually at these places a few years back and while it hasn't been long my memory is pretty skewed from the passing of time X) I did my best found some pictures on the web, and some of mine and you'll see that all in the next two chapters...oh and you'll meet someone again XD

Anyways I hope you enjoy and leave me some feedback! I've had this done for awhile and I actually have another chapter completed but I'm not uploading it quite yet; so while you all read i'll keep typing. Enjoy!

Celest ^i^

"You're gonna have to tell him eventually Amy," Jazz told her friend. Absentmindedly she flipped another page of her fashion magazine that she was reading; reaching over she plucked a chocolate covered strawberry from the plate and bit the tip lazily.

Amy huffed at the window that she sat at gazing out at the Vatican. The large dome shone with the lights illuminating it, all the saints and apostles stood around simply gazing down at the square. She could picture St. Peter's square clearly in her head from the hundreds of pictures she had looked at; and to think, in a few short hours she would get to see it herself.

"Well I mean you don't have to be all moody about it; I'm just saying girl he's gonna catch on eventually if he hasn't already," Jazz trailed off as she flipped another page. "Oooo now that's cute; hey tell you what, we should check out more of these cute fashion boutiques in the city. They have some totally hot stuff for me and some adorably cute stuff for you; plus we make Gabe and Lance carry our bags for us, whataya say Aim?"

Amy merely glanced at the TV playing across their large bedroom. It was extravagant, everything was. The coverings for the windows, the bedspread plush and silky smooth, pillows were like feathers and the carpet was nice and fluffy under their feet. The colours were more plain and neutral but that added a more relaxing feel to it and she enjoyed the peace she felt here. Suddenly the TV flipped to a commercial and Missy stared out at them. She winked coyly at her from inside the box and flipped her hair. No doubt she was modeling another lip gloss…or just her breasts; they looked like they were about to pop out of the skimpy dress she wore.

"And we can also-hey what are you staring at?" asked Jazz as she turned to look at the TV. Her face seemed to blotch slightly in anger. "That evil hag! I'm trying to have a meaningful conversation and she still shows up! AGHHH!"

Amy winced as her friend screeched like a wild banshee and through a pillow beside her at the TV.

"It's just a commercial Jazz! It'll pass!" yelled Lance from the main sitting room. Amy could hear the warlock begin to laugh at her friend's reaction to the commercial and couldn't help herself as a small smile graced her features.

"Bite me Lance!" yelled Jazz.

"Don't tempt me!" he yelled back at her.

"Oh what an irritable, insignificant idiot," mumbled Jazz.

Amy rolled her eyes as the commercial changed; turning her head she looked back out at the skyline laid out below her as far as the eye could see. Jazz stared at her friend and frowned in confusion. Lightly placing the bowl of strawberries aside along with the magazine on the small table beside the window seat, her and Amy lounged on, she sat up and mimicked Amy's pose.

"Amy you know I'm just trying to help you out here girl," Jazz said quietly.

Amy nodded her head. Sighing, she shrugged her shoulders and faced her friend. "I know Jazz it's just its one thing to say and another to do. I mean, what would Gabe possibly see in me? I'm just human; I have no special talents whatsoever. I'm not cool like you, Lance and heck even Gabe himself! There's nothing interesting about me," she finished this dejectedly as she picked at the window.

Jazz scrunched her eyes, "Amy that is the biggest punch of cow patties I've ever heard from someone; and that's saying something considering Missy wasn't the brightest cabbage patch doll in her garden."

Amy whipped her head to stare back at Jazz and couldn't help the snort of laughter that bubbled to the surface. "Did you just compare Missy, the queen of posh, to a cabbage patch doll?"

Jazz beamed at her and mock saluted, "Of course! I mean come on if we just stuck a bunch of nuts in her cheeks she would totally pass. Or you know even grapes would work nicely."

Amy shook her head and chuckled at her friend, "Oh jazz what would I do without you."

"Well you wouldn't be here," said Jazz as she gestured out the window. "Well I mean you would get here…eventually. But hey let's face it, it would take you years and you wouldn't have me!"

"I guess you're right on that, I mean how many people actually get to meet an elf?" said Amy sarcastically.

"That's right so chin up girl!" Jazz exclaimed to her. "Seriously Aim you have so much raw talent though I can't believe you give yourself so much less credit! I've seen bigger knobs get all worked up over their dick sizes then-"

"OK JAZZ!" Amy shouted as she pounced at her friend and smacked her hand across her friend's mouth.

She misjudged the smack and Jazz howled toppling to the floor upon the harsh slap of skin on skin. Tumbling to the floor she held her mouth and Amy jumped down and started hopping up and down apologizing over and over again profusely to her friend.

"Oh my god! Jazz I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" Amy squealed.

A huge rush of pounding footsteps echoed outside their door and it blew open. Lance stood there with his shirt discarded. Amy blushed at his sculpted chest until she took in the rest of him. He wore nothing but a pair of blue boxers and socks with….was that a pumpkin on the side? Amy shook her head and began laughing her head off.

"What's going on?! Are we being attacked?!" asked Lance in a frantic hurry.

Jazz looked at the warlock and her eyes widened; quickly she stood up and pointed at him.

"Umm Lance why are you carrying a spatula?" she asked with an eyebrow quirked.

Lance calmed down and looked down at the spatula he was carrying; scratching the back of his head, "It was the first thing I grabbed."

Jazz raised her eyebrows, "Seriously you suck as a warlock. You could use any kind of magic and yet you grab the spatula; really good weapon Spartacus," Jazz remarked as she tried not to laugh.

"Hey now we don't have to get so snippy," Lance protested as he tossed the spatula behind him. "Why's your mouth red anyways?"

Jazz put a hand up to her mouth, "Ouch," she whispered taking her hand away. "You have quite the slap Amy."

Amy by now was sitting up on the floor watching their interaction; she shrugged sheepishly as they both looked at her. Lance couldn't help the smirk that spread over his face as he pointed to Amy then back to Jazz.

"So she slapped you, huh?"

Jazz rolled her eyes, "She got lucky."

Holding up his hands in surrender, "Sure, sure I believe you Jazz."

"Ok Charlie the pumpkin king," said Jazz raising her eyebrows suggestively at his sock choice. "Where's Gabe anyways?"

"Wait Gabe left?" asked Amy standing up with a small frown.

Lance shrugged as he thumbed through another magazine on the table by the door. "Yeah he stepped out a bit and just said to make sure all of us got comfortable and that he would be back in a bit. He's probably just doing his job."

"Well I can see you got comfortable," Jazz snarked her reply at Lance. Lance and her began an epic miming argument at one another.

"What do you mean his job? You mean he's going out tricking people again?" asked Amy.

Lance cut off and looked at her, "I'm sorry girl but it's Gabe. He's been doing this for like hundreds of years he's not just going to stop like that." To demonstrate he snapped his fingers.

"But he's not God! He can't just judge-"

"Hey Amy I know and all and I am completely on your side of this issue believe me!" Lance quickly cut her off before she could work herself up to her usual volatile temper on this topic. "Maybe he does it because he has some kind of motive behind it."

She frowned at him, "Like what Lance? What kind of motive could he have for pulling these horrible pranks on people that need I remind anyone here usually end up in a body count?"

Lance fumbled a reply so Jazz stepped in. "Amy try not to judge him ok? Maybe he'll tell you why he does it but until he does I don't think anyone should be placing blame on anyone here until all the facts may be on the table." Amy opened her mouth to argue. "No Amy just leave it for now; this is a conversation that you two will have eventually and not with us."

Huffing she folded her arms in front of her chest but otherwise said nothing. In her mind there was nothing that could justify killing all these people for sometimes stupid mistakes. Sure she could admit some people seemed to have what was coming to them but not all of them.

Clearing his throat, "Anyways, he should be back soon; he left like 2 hours ago so I'm sure he'll be back."

"Ok thanks Lance you can go now," Jazz said brightly pushing him out the door and slamming it in his face.

"Why can't we have a slumber party and braid each other's hair?" shouted Lance through the door.

"Because you suck at braiding! Unless I can paint your nails!" shouted Jazz back.

Quiet ensued from the other side of the door and Amy snorted as Jazz shook her head.

"That works every time so remember it for in an emergency case if you need him to leave you alone," she said pointing at the closed and silent door. "Anyways Amy like I was saying before; your smart, and kind, gentle, lovable and you know, since I've been giving you drawing lessons it's improved so much I can actually tell your suns and clouds apart now."

She smiled at Jazz cheekily, "Hey thanks I'm proud that I can make a cloud and sun too."

Jazz raised her thumbs up and beamed, "That's my girl. But seriously Amy though you'll have to tell him and I think you'll be surprised by the outcome."

"You think so?" she asked doubting her friend's confidence in the matter.

"I know so," Jazz said winking at her. "Anyways it's kinda late and we should go to bed if we want a good and early head start to the big V so how about it? Ready to break in this king sized bed and fall asleep in heaven?"

"Sure," she said smiling at Jazz. "Just let me get my jams on and we can do just that."

"Awesome me to," Jazz running to the walk in closet.

~x~

Roughly 12 o'clock in the morning

~x~

Amy tossed onto her other side as she tried to get comfortable again and lull herself back to sleep. She could hear the soft snores of Jazz on the other side of the bed her friend stretched out like the "Vitruvian Man." She didn't know why she had woken up; something had disturbed her 5 minutes ago and she couldn't for the life of her fall back to sleep. Flipping over onto her back she stared up at the dark ceiling then looked out at the Vatican in the distance. The lights still shone and glimmered off of it and she smiled. Slowly she closed her eyes again thinking that the sight will have soothed her enough to fall asleep.

Right before she drifted off voices on the other side of the door woke her up. Groaning in anger she glared at the ceiling as if it were the culprit of her not being able to fall asleep. Throwing the covers off of her, she swung her feet over the edge and stood. The thick carpeting padded her footfalls so as not to make any noise as she slowly snuck to her door. Jazz continued to snore peacefully behind her.

'Well at least one of us is sleeping through the night,' Amy scoffed to herself as she placed her ear against the door.

Taking her ear away she frowned in confusion at the smooth wood paneled door. Placing her ear against it again her eyes widened as she heard the noise again. So she hadn't misheard! Swearing on her parent's grave she swore that she could hear low pitched moaning. Muffled voices, laughter, groans and moans she heard some fumbling. Frowning she reached out to the doorknob and slowly turned it biting her tongue and praying to God that it wouldn't squeak or make a noise now. She slowly inched the door open enough until she could look out into the hallway. Her eye widened at what she saw and her heart seemed to constrict in her chest.

There was Gabe kissing this woman passionately pinned up against the wall by his body. She gripped his hair in her fingers and hooked her legs around his waist, the dress she wore riding up till Amy could see a hint of her black panties against her dark skin tone. Moaning lowly as Gabe's mouth dislodged from hers he mouthed along her neck and palmed her breast through the dress she wore. Amy swallowed through the large lump in her throat that seemed to develop in a matter of seconds and blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill from her throat. Watching she saw Gabe fumble with the door handle and the two of them toppled into the room, the door closing behind them clicking softly.

Slowly Amy backed up and closed her own door. She stared at the knob in numbness; her heart felt as if it had stopped beating and she could feel her sobs trying to escape. Quickly she ran to the bathroom door connected to their room and silently locked the door. Turning the light on and sunk onto the floor with her face in her hands as she began to sob. She tried to muffle the noise she was making choking on the tears.

Her shoulders hunched and shook with the movement as her hands tried to wipe her tears from her face. Slowly she uncurled herself and crawled to the cabinet under the sink. Opening it she took out a little purse filled with her toiletries, she hadn't had the time earlier to really unpack so she had thrown it there for the next day.

She undid the zipper on the bag and reached in pulling out her pink razor. Looking at it she felt her heart constrict at the site of the otherwise innocent little utensil. She could feel her pain bleeding from her and the urge, the drive, to cut herself overwhelmed her. It helped release some of the tension inside her that she just didn't know how to deal with and give it an outside form, a representation of how she felt inside of her.

Putting her back against the counter she took off the protective covering on the blade and rolled up the sleeve of her left PJ. Old scars stood out in shock relief against her otherwise pale flesh, crisscrossing and intersecting creating a macabre of a design on her flesh. She had just taken off the bandage for the other one that she had recently done not too long ago and the cut glared still angrily at her.

Biting her bottom lip she held the razor up to a small new patch of skin; quickly and efficiently she nicked the skin making a small line across her hand. Closing and opening her eyes at the pain she blinked away any more tears and gazed down at her angry arm again. The slash slowly oozed blood from the cut, running down her arm and dripping onto the floor in a slow morbid way reminiscent of a horror movie gone wrong when the good guy personally harms himself for no reason.

Holding the blade up and steady, she placed it just a little higher of the first cut on an already pre-existing scar and sliced again. Closing her eyes at this one she whimpered at the feeling of the skin splitting open and feeling her warm blood flow from the self-inflicted wound.

Letting her wrists bleed for now, since the cuts weren't life threatening, she gazed up at the ceiling and allowed more tears to flow from her eyes.

She should have known that it was hopeless; what would Gabe ever want with someone like her. Sure, Jazz had tried to say all the good things about her but clearly that wasn't enough or maybe he would have noticed. He seemed to just like the attractive woman, with slinky dresses who were willing to go out on a limb for a one night stand.

Pulling herself up she gazed in the mirror above the sink as her arms continued to slowly drip and bleed. Looking at herself she gazed at her features; her blonde hair was always untameable, her skin too pale till it looked like she had been dipped in cow's milk and come out dyed that way. Holding her fingers up she saw that she had bit her nails when she had become nervous a bad habit she had picked up many years ago from the bullies that would target her and her occasional panic attacks that would consume her. Looking back at the mirror she took another closer look to her face; her eyebrows so light that they looked nonexistent, ears big enough to pass for Dumbo or his potential sidekick, her nose too small and her lips too thin. The only thing she could say about herself that was anything to look at were her eyes. Two ice blue pools that looked out at you and seemed to gaze into your soul, they seemed to flicker and waver in the moody lighting. Although they weren't that pretty now since they were all red and puffy from her earlier tears.

Then there were her wrists; no sane person would probably want to deal with her now if they saw what she did to herself. Heck, even her friends would probably shun her in disgust if they ever found out. They wouldn't understand how could they, when she didn't even understand sometimes why she did the cutting.

"I was delusional," Amy whispered to herself as she looked down at her wrists scarred for life by her constant abuse she inflicted on them. "There's nothing really redeeming about me; I'm just a broken shell that I thought foolishly was fixed."

As she stood there alone in that cold bathroom she only realized how convinced of this she was.

~x~

Morning

~x~

"Come on sleepy head wake up wakey wakey!"

A voice yelled this in her ear; she could feel the bed bouncing and shuddering beneath the person as they bounced in place.

Cracking her eyes open she looked at Jazz above her grinning down; upon seeing her eyes though, Jazz stopped and frowned down at her as she noticed.

"Hey Aim you ok?" she asked her suspiciously. "Did you get enough sleep last night?"

Amy forced a tight grin, "Don't worry Jazz I did."

"Umm ok….look I can smell breakfast cooking, probably Lance that's doing it. Get out there as quick as you can and just come in your jam jams there's no harm in it!"

Amy nodded her head as she tried to ignore the golf ball it still felt that she had lodged in her throat, "Go ahead Jazz I'll be right behind you."

Her friend stared at her worriedly as she slid out of the large king sized bed, "Are you sure Aim? I don't mean to be mean here but you don't look so good."

Amy just shrugged at her, "Yeah Jazz go I'm coming in a sec," she told the girl as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood. "I'm just going to splash some water on my face and then I'll be right there."

Jazz nodded still unsure by the look of it but walked slowly to the door; before her friend stepped out she looked once more back at her then quietly snuck out closing the door behind her.

Amy let out a deep sigh of relief and walked back to the bathroom. Last night she had quickly cleaned up the mess and disposed of the tissues that she had used so Jazz wouldn't see them. Her razor was all clean and zipped back in the little purse beneath sink and no one was any the wiser. Pulling the sleeve of her PJ up she gazed at the stark white bandage that was wrapped around her wrist.

It stood out to her like a badge of shame and seemed to glow mockingly out at her from her pale forearm. Mocking her for doing this to herself, mocking her at what her friends will think of her if they ever found out….

No! They would never find out, not if she had anything to say about it.

Twisting the taps on she splashed cold water on her face then grabbed a face cloth and dried it. That looked better, she seemed more awake and the cold water had woken her up, rejuvenating her and getting rid of any dried salty tear tracks.

Hanging the cloth back up she walked out of the bathroom and opened the door to their room. Closing it behind her she started to pad down the hard paneled wood hallway. Gabe's door opened before she could pass it and the woman from the night before quickly sneaked out. Amy swallowed the large lump that seemed to have worked its way back into her. Here she was thinking to trick herself into thinking nothing happened and look how far that had got her.

The woman quietly closed the door behind her and straightened up. Turning her head she saw her standing there looking at her and gazed back calmly at her. She instantly made Amy nervous her eyes like two black pools of never-ending darkness.

"Loki didn't tell me that there were other people here last night," the woman offered in a snarky manner. "I hope I didn't disturb any of you too much."

Amy seemed to have lost her voice as she looked at the woman. She was wearing a tight black dress, her skin a dark milk chocolate and her pitch black hair the colour of coals and bouncy in the right way. Her eyes gazed at her with deep chocolate intent that bordered on black and her ruby red lips stood out to Amy from a mile away, not in a bad way.

Clearing her throat she shook her head, "No it's fine," she whispered to the woman.

Raising an eyebrow at her she turned on her heel, "Well if that's the case I shall be leaving."

She clacked down the hallway with Amy following numbly behind her. They came to the large kitchen were Lance currently worked on something at the stove, Jazz sat at the island grabbing a strawberry and biting into the juicy red fruit; the juice that came out reminded Amy of her blood how it had run last night down her arms. Shaking the thought from her head she watched as Jazz nearly choked on her strawberry and Lance freeze upon seeing the woman. Running over to Jazz he thumped her hard on the back and her friend spat out the piece that was choking her.

Kali smirked at the two of them, "Well it's good to know Loki is still keeping….questionable company around," she finished as she looked at all three of them.

"What are you doing here?" asked Lance as Jazz busily took a large gulp of water to stop the sting.

"What do you think?" asked Kali in an overly confident manner if Amy had to ask herself.

"Well in case you missed the memo its morning and I don't remember inviting you to breakfast," Lance stated harshly. This would have been impressive if he hadn't been wearing an apron that proclaimed to "kiss the chef" on his front.

"Oh believe me I would not think to join you for any breakfast," the woman sauntered past them all to the front door. They heard it close behind her and a collective breath of relief went up from all of them.

Walking back over to Jazz and Lance she slid onto one of the high stools at the island as Lance went back to his cooking.

"So…you guys seemed to know her," Amy started hesitantly the conversation.

"Evil wicked witch of the west," Jazz mumbled under her breath yet loud enough for them to catch.

Lance turned with an eyebrow and a smirk raised at Jazz. Amy gazed at her friend, "Like I said you know her clearly from somewhere. Who is she?"

Lance flipped another pancake onto the plate, "She's one of "Loki's" friends," he told her air quoting Loki.

Amy frowned at this, "So who is she?"

Shrugging Lance placed the plate in front of her and took the syrup from across the table plunking it down in front of her, "Eat," he gestured at everything spread out before them like a banquet. "There's more where that came from, and her name is Kali."

Amy froze at that name; she looked up at Lance slightly panicked, "Kali?" she asked him hesitantly. "You mean like the one that has 4 arms, one that holds a demon head, the other holds a sword and the last too bless worshipers? Isn't she like the dark mother or something in Hindu? She has a garland that holds 50 human heads that stand for the 50 letters in the Sanskrit alphabet, which symbolizes infinite knowledge. Her followers believe-"

"Yeah that's her Amy," Lance said quickly cutting her off as he forced a strawberry in her mouth and took a seat directly across from her as he pulled a plate in front of him.

"Well there's our walking, talking encyclopedia," Jazz said seemingly getting her voice back.

Amy turned a glare on her as she bit the strawberry in half and chewed absentmindedly.

"Gabe doesn't say much about how he met her and all but I guess that was so long ago maybe he doesn't even remember how he did," Lance said as he took a bite of his eggs. "Occasionally we'll see her around if we hang around Gabe but it doesn't happen that often to be honest Amy."

Amy nodded as she moved her food around on her plate; suddenly she had lost any kind of appetite that she may have had. Jazz noticed this, "Amy it's probably nothing."

Amy faked a bright smile as she looked at Jazz, "It's ok Jazz I know really in the end I didn't have much of a chance at this anyways. Now that's proof right there," Amy waved at the closed front door. "I can't compete with an ancient Hindu goddess."

"Amy that's-"

"Wait what's going on?" asked Lance as he frowned at the both of them. "Is there something I should really know here?"

Amy swallowed nervously; stretching her hand out Jazz interlocked their fingers together and gave her a comforting squeeze. She nodded at her encouragingly; she kind of smiled back and looked to Lance.

"I umm kind of like Gabe a bit Lance," she told her friend quietly.

Lance nodded his head knowingly, "Yeah I kind of figured that was what was going on with you."

Amy gaped at him in shock; Lance had never shown that he had an inkling as to what was going on with her. Jazz seemed just as shocked.

"Since when did you become Dr. Phil and be able to read a girl's feelings?" she asked skeptically.

"Since said girl said to check out a book from the library on girls and get some friends that are girls and maybe I would get it," Lance said as he took a bite of his bacon. "And look it worked," he said pointing the bacon at them, "I understand now because I'm around you two so much."

Jazz rolled her eyes at this.

"Lance do I have a chance?" Amy whispered quietly.

Lance quietly put down his fork and wiped his mouth with his napkin. He seemed to ponder the question for some time; suddenly, he turned a bright grin towards the two of them and winked.

"Amy believe me you have more than a shot at this," he assured her as he reached over and took her hand in his. His grip tightened reassuring around hers, "Besides, you would be good for him."

Just then Gabe came stumbling into the room; he rubbed his eyes. Clad in only a tank top and boxers Amy averted her eyes at the reminder of his last night. Starring at them at the table Gabe raised his eyebrows.

"Oh awesome is this all for me? Because I'm starved," he said rubbing his hands together and plopping onto the seat next to Lance. "By the way Lance no one wants to deal with your gay moments this early in the morning so maybe you should let go of Amy's hand there huh?"

Lance glared at him but otherwise let go of her hand. She offered him a small smile to which he rolled his eyes at.

"So Gabe how was your night?" asked Jazz in an acidic tone of voice.

"Good why you ask?" Gabe asked as he piled things onto his plate nonstop.

"No reason we just had the mighty pleasure of seeing her off, what, she couldn't leave before we all got up?" asked Jazz with her eyes narrowed at the trickster.

Gabe looked up then, "Why so temperamental Jazz? Is this because she shot you down all those years ago? I thought you were over that."

Jazz turned beat red and Lance quickly intervened before this turned any uglier. "I think what Jazz may be trying to say here Gabe is that is it really so necessary to bring her here when Amy is with us? I mean she's just been newly introduced into our world officially and dragging Hindu goddesses seems a poor way to introduce her."

"And meeting an elf, warlock and trickster is any better?" asked Gabe starring at each of them. "Look guys seriously there has to be a bigger picture here; you've never rode my ass before about Kali so why is it starting now?"

Lance and Jazz fumbled for an answer; shockingly, it was Amy who came to their rescue on this.

"It's nothing Gabe I was just taken aback by meeting her and I guess I got intimidated," Amy quickly explained coming up with an excuse off the top of her head. It hurt to lie about what was really going on and how she felt but really what other choice did she have? Tell Gabe the truth even though she knew he didn't care for her in that way. "I'm fine really; besides, were going to the Vatican today right? So let's get excited."

Gabe swallowed his pancakes smothered in strawberry syrup and grinned at her, "See this is why I like Amy. She's so understanding and lets me have my fun."

"Wish I could say the same for you Gabe," Jazz finished snidely.

A/N: Does anyone have this problem? When your writing a story sometimes the character you created begins to make you laugh even as you type it all out? XD that's me and Jazz in a nutshell :p I love when I'm in her zone lolol