Flynn opened the fridge door and looked inside, blankly.

"You know, they say if you look long enough, the food you're craving will appear."

He looked toward the hall and saw Meg standing there putting on her last earring in a fancy lavender cocktail dress. Hercules was on his way over to take her to some fancy team dinner Zeus and Hera were hosting for the Fantasia Mice welcoming the new coach.

"You clean up nice, Meg."

She smiled.

"Thanks! What are you looking for? I thought you were going to dinner at Jasmine's tonight."

"I am but I thought I should bring at least a bottle of wine. Don't you have some extras anywhere?"

Meg laughed.

"Uh. Flynn, you know we have a bar right? With a mini wine fridge?" she said, pointing toward the living room area.

Flynn blushed seeing a fully stocked bar cart with a mini wine fridge right next to it.

"When did we get a wine fridge?" he said hurrying over to pick out a bottle.

"Are you serious? Esmeralda and Angelica bought it for us last Christmas. And to think Jasmine was just telling me how you pay attention to the little things."

He found a nice white that he'd seen Jasmien drink before and took it out.

"I do pay attention to the little things. When it's important. I have worked as a private investigator, ya know."

Just as she was about to offer a sarcastic retort, there was a knock at the door.

"Could it be? Wonderboy has arrived?" Flynn teased smiling like a giddy school girl as he twirled his way to the front door.

"You think you're so funny."

Flynn opened the door. Hercules stood, dressed in a suit holding a small bouquet of lilies.

"You're right, Meg. He is perfect. Flowers and all."

She rolled her eyes.

"Flynn, don't you have some where to be? A dinner perhaps that you're late for."

He looked at his phone.

"Oh right. Have fun tonight! I won't wait up," Flynn said, winking at Meg as he headed out the door. "Good to see you, Herc."

And he ran down the stairs off to his dinner.

"The things I put up with for lower rent," Meg said as she walked toward Hercules to properly greet him.

"Hey you," she said, kissing him.

"Hey yourself," he replied walking in and closing the door.

"These are beautiful. Let me put these in water before we go," she said taking the flowers from him.

He couldn't take his eyes off her. She wore a beautiful lavender halter cocktail dress that fit every beautiful curve of her body. Her long auburn hair was down in voluminous curls. If he didn't have to show up at this dinner he would suggest they stay home where they could be alone.

"Care to share with the class, babe?" she said noticing his eyes fixated as she pulled a vase from a cabinet and began filling it with water.

"Just admiring the view."

She had her back to him so he couldn't see her blush. Her stomach filled up with butterflies and she put the lilies in the vase. It wasn't too long ago that they were avoiding each other in public and now they were headed to an official team dinner together. Still lost in her thoughts, she felt his lips kiss the crook of her neck and trail along her shoulder. She shivered. He had sneaked up from behind. His arms wrapped around her tightly. She raised her hand up to touch him as he continuing kissing her skin.

"Not that I'm complaining or anything, but won't your teammates be kind of ticked that their star quarterback didn't show up to this dinner?"

"Forget them. They can get along without me for one night," he said against her skin as his lips trailed up to her ear.

Meg moaned slightly as his lips nibbled on her secret spot. She spun around in his arms wanting to be face to face with him. Her lips met his with an urgent desire. Her arms wrapped around his neck. His hands on her hips pushing his pelvis into hers. Desire told her to let this go on but logic told her they had to control themselves.

She pulled away.

He was not deterred. His lips went to her neck.

"Come on, wonderboy. We're going to be late."

"I don't care."

"Hercules, there will be plenty of time for this later," she reminded him as she pulled her closer into his embrace.

He pulled back and looked down at her. She was right of course but he just couldn't help himself when he was around her.

"I guess that's true. Let's hope this dinner goes quickly."

She giggled.

"Oh I'm counting on it."

And they headed toward Hercules' parents Outlands Manor home.

About a block away at Jasmine's townhouse, Flynn was helping Jasmine finish up preparing her dinner.

"Is the table all set?" Jasmine asked as she took the salmon out of the oven.

"Knives and forks on the left right?" Flynn said as he poured her a glass of wine.

"Thank you. I don't know why I'm so nervous," she said taking the glass from him.

"Don't be. It's Dimitri. He's just a regular guy. No need to impress him. Just tell him what you're looking for and he'll find it for you."

"I really appreciate you setting this up, Flynn. This means a lot to me."

He smiled.

"Of course. What are friends for."

The held eye contact for a long moment. Flynn was suddenly unsure of what to say or do. Jasmine was wearing a turquoise jumpsuit and wearing a gold colored apron. Her hair was swept back in a low chignon bun. Her eyes sparkled. The old Flynn would have grabbed her and kissed her and had his way with her right then and there. But that was then and this is now. He wanted Jasmine to trust him and he wanted to continue seeing her like this. Before he could think about it any further, the doorbell rang, breaking their awkward silence.

"I'll get that. You can finish preparing."

Flynn walked to the front door and welcomed Dimitri.

"Flynn! How's it going? Sorry I'm a little late. I got tied up with a client."

"No worries. Jasmine was just finishing up dinner."

"Great. Also, just because I don't want to break bro code or anything, you and Jasmine are...?"

"We're friends."

"But you used to date, right?"

"Yeah but we're just friends now."

"Good to know. You know I've always found her attractive."

Flynn felt like someone had just punched him in his stomach. How could he have been so stupid. Arranging a meeting between the woman he was trying to win back and the town's biggest cad next to Sparrow? He instantly regretted setting this up.

Across town at Pridelands, one of Dimitri's former flames, Esmeralda, was having an evening drink with Phillip after their dance practice. They were celebrating a sold out performance for the upcoming weekend.

"How's your father doing with all of the election stuff going on?" Esmeralda asked, knowing that Mayor Hubert was on his way out soon.

"He's actually pretty worried. He's ready to retire but he's worried about the future of Fantasia."

"I thought things between he and Charles were good?"

"They are. They have always had fairly opposing views but with this Frollo announcement, I am really questioning Charles' judgment," Phillip shared as he took a sip of his jack and coke.

Esmeralda inwardly cringed at the mention of Frollo. She took a big sip of her vodka cranberry remembering her creepy encounter with Frollo.

"I mean, my father has told me some stories about Frollo. None of them are flattering."

As Phillip continued on, Esmeralda kept drinking. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a dark figure enter and go toward the bar. Chills ran through her body as she locked eyes with Jack Sparrow for the first time since he intervened with Frollo. As Jack paid for his to go order, he winked at Esmeralda and quickly left. She took another big sip of her drink recalling the visions that haunted her dreams since she last saw him.

She was walking out of the dance studio in the dark of the night. She had no idea who or what lurked in the shadows. Something cold and clammy grabbed at her arm. She turned, frightened to see a maniacally laughing Frollo pawing at her, pulling her. But even though she tried, she couldn't bring herself to fight back. She was screaming and shouting for help. Frollo's lifeless gray eyes grew red. She knew she didn't have much time before something sinister happened to her.

She heard a metallic sound in the distance and watched the life drain from Frollo's face as he cried out in agony. The grip on her arm ceased and she was able to pull away. She turned to see Jack pull a sword out of Frollo's body and put it back in its sheath on his hip.

"No need to be worrying about that filth anymore, darling," he said as Frollo fell to the ground. "Ol' Jack's here now."

He looked at her with determination. He walked in her direction and took her in his arms.

"Oh Jack. I have missed you," she whispered in his ear as she buried herself in his embrace.

"I knew it! You can't fool me, Esmeralda."

Before she knew what was happening, his lips descended on hers. She had missed his kisses more than she had cared to admit. She wrapped her arms around his neck pushing her body into his. His hands roamed her back, holding her tightly. She didn't want him to let go.

"Take me, Jack. I need to be with you."

He picked her up and carried her away from the scene of the crime. His strong arms held her tight as she nuzzled at his neck, enjoying the taste of salt water on his skin. He carried her all the way back to his ship. He kicked open the door and kicked in shut. He didn't put her down until he reached his bunk. Gently he laid her down on his bed.

His eyes gazed at her as if she were hidden treasure he had just uncovered. Without words, she was begging him to touch her, to kiss her, to have his way with her. The desire was too strong. With an animal hunger she didn't know that he possessed, he came over her. His lips delving into hers, hungrily. Her desire grew as he moaned against her lips. His strong body covered hers. Without knowing how or why, they were both naked, entangled in each other's embrace. His lips making their way down to her breasts.

"Oh Jack."

He raised his head to look down on her.

"Don't stop, Jack. Please."

He pressed an index finger to her lips.

"I want to remember this. I want to remember everything about you in this moment, luv. That look in your sparkling emerald eyes."

She eagerly writhed beneath him, wanting him to devour her.

"Patience, luv. We have all the time in the world."

She smiled as he continued his sensual journey on her body with his lips.

"Esmeralda?" she heard Phillip's voice.

She shook her head and blinked herself bank into reality.

"Sorry. What?"

"I asked if you wanted another one?"

Esmeralda looked at her empty cocktail glass. Angelica had not only forgiven her for her dalliance with Jack but had actually encouraged her to pursue it more. Given her dreams as of late, Esmeralda had the distinct feeling that sooner than later she would have to see Jack. Might as well have some liquid courage to help the process along.

"Sure. Next round's on me."

Phillip smiled as he walked toward the bar to get another round.

At Mount Olympus House, Hermes – Zeus and Hera's long time house manager – was serving another round to a house full of football players, coaching staff members and their spouse. The guest of honor had yet to arrive.

"Thank you, Hermes," Meg said as she took another glass of wine from him. She headed back to Hercules who was in deep discussion with his parents and Gaston.

"I completely disagree, Pop. That play will never work against Shrek!" Hercules said as Meg sidled up next to him.

"Well, we will see what your new coach has to say about that."

"Speaking of, Mr. Olympus, when is Sykes supposed to arrive?" Gaston asked.

Sykes. The name sent a chill down Meg's spine. She hadn't heard that name in many years.

"He should be here soon," Zeus responded.

"Who's Sykes?" she whispered to Hercules.

"He's our new coach."

An eerie sense of foreboding shot through Meg. She furrowed her brow.

"Meg, is something wrong, dear? You look worried," Hera asked with concern.

'You're crazy. There's got to be a million Sykes in the world,' she thought, trying to talk herself out of the worst case scenario.

"No. I'm fine. Thanks," she said, smiling back at Hercules' mother.

She took a sip of her wine, praying that her suspicion was just her anxiety lying to her.

Hercules leaned down and kissed her cheek.

"I wish he'd get her soon. The sooner he gets here the sooner we can leave," he whispered in her ear, subtly reminding her of their moment in her kitchen.

She blushed.

Before she could respond, Hermes ran up to the group and whispered something into Zeus' ear.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Zeus' voice bellowed to the crowd.

Everyone silenced themselves and faced Zeus.

"Please join me in welcoming the newest coach for Fantasia's Fighting Mice, Bill Sykes!"

Meg's eyes darted to the direction of Zeus' gesture.

At the entry way, handing his coat to Hermes, was Meg's long lost father, Bill Sykes.

Her heart stopped. She couldn't see straight. She felt dizzy. She was 15 again, begging for a father's love. The wine glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor. Heads turned in her direction. She froze. She could hear Hercules off in the distance, shouting her name. Her chest was heaving, fighting for air.

"Get me out of here," she managed to whisper to Hercules under her breath.

"Hercules, what's wrong?" Hera asked.

"I'm sure it's nothing, mother. We'll be right back. Please enjoy the party," Hercules responded, taking Meg by the hand and ushering her out of the crowded room.

Her grip on his hand was so tight he thought she would leave a mark.

He took her to his father's study, away from the crowd.

"Meg, what's wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost."

Meg's breathing got heavy. She let go of Hercules' hand, shakily. Unsteadily, she sad down in a chair and put her head in her hands. Tears began to stream down her face as the painful memories came flooding in anew.

Hercules was worried. He didn't know what had happened so suddenly for her to be reacting this way. He knelt down beside her and rubbed her back, soothingly.

"Meg, please tell me. What's wrong? I want to help you," he asked again kissing the top of her head.

Slowly with tears pouring out, she raised her head to look at him.

This wasn't exactly how she had wanted to tell him the sordid details about her father, but the situation dictated it so.

With labored breathing she stammered, "Bill. Skyes. He's...he's my...my father."