They had trouble finding their way into the house, what with the cops and investigators. They said they couldn't come in, Skulduggery found a way around that.

Alice sighed as she passed her parents room, feeling a familiar lump in her throat. She walked to her room, rummaged through her closet and grunted. Valkyrie appeared at her door, leaning on the frame.

"Can't find something?" she asked.

"Luggage, they're not here, where are they?"

"I think they're in their room."

Alice scowled, "I really don't want to go in there."

"Yeah? Well, I'm not."

"Must I?"

Valkyrie dumbly nodded, "Yeah." Alice left the room and Valkyrie looked around it. This was her room, where she shared the most precious memories- most of them involving Skulduggery. Now, now, it was filled with posters that covered the walls. Little dolls that only Alice would call 'action figures'. Vintage records from the 90's. She trailed her hands over picture frames and manga comics; Death Note, Soul Eater, Host Club, Fruits Basket, Vampire Academy- the list goes on. Though, in the middle a box set of books stood undamaged and clean, Gordon's. Valkyrie smiled at her sister's choices. Alice lugged three big suitcases in front of the door.

"Excuse me." she said and playfully shoved Valkyrie aside.

"What do you plan to bring?"

"Suitcase number one," she pointed to the blue one, "will carry everything Manga. Suitcase number two" pointing at the red one, "will be for my books, like, Gordon's, text books, sketchbooks-"

"You draw?"

"Yeah…?" Alice hugged her coiled sketchbooks and placed them in the case.

"Your clothes are going in the green one, I'm guessing?"

"I would think so, may I continue?"

"Right, sure." Valkyrie took one last glance and walked to kitchen, finding Skulduggery staring at the white and brown sugar.

"I never understood brown sugar." he murmured.

She smirked, "Is that supposed to make me laugh?"

He looked at her, "I was planning the perfect comment while you were up there."

"OK." she joined his side and stared at the two bags, "You know, I never understood that either." she grabbed the brown sugar and stared at the bag. "I'm in the mood for cake now."

"Huh." Alice shrieked upstairs and Skulduggery placed his hand over his revolver.

She stared at him, "Really? It's probably just Dad's Kiss cardboard standies that fell on her or something."

"What?"

"Best not to ask." followed by Skulduggery, she ran upstairs to find Jace holding Alice in a headlock.

"Li'l tight there, dude." she muttered and tried to wriggle free.

"Damn it." Skulduggery mumbled behind Valkyrie. He whipped out his gun and pointed at Jace.

"I can give you some information that you need." as normal, the gun didn't waver, "about my employer. Although, it'd be a shame if she died."

"OK, Jace? Stop being mysterious and crap, all right?" He looked down at her. Alice shrugged and slammed her foot on his. Valkyrie took over and tackled him to the ground, cuffing him in the process. She hoisted him up and they made their way to the door. Alice stopped, "Aren't there cops an' stuff out there?"

"Oh, right." Valkyrie took out a sphere, the invisibility one and cranked the dial. They were hidden within the field and walked out, hovering away from mortals.

"I really hate this." Jace muttered.

I'm growing a Hellboy fetish- not in the kinky way! No, hell no! It's one of those that makes you want to create yet another fanfic! You're probably thinking, "WTF? No, Skully you can't!" or you may be thinking, "Remembered what happened with Ghost Rider?"

It seems that I can only keep a story going for more than 10 chapters if it's SP related. So, I ask you, my loyal readers, should I write a weird hellboy, SP mash u? Or maybe an OC I've been working on, trying to find their way through the place? Please! I beg of you! Is it a good idea?