O_O

I'm re-reading the Ouran story I wrote called LONESOME PRINCE

I named the maid Miss Dorothy.

This was way before Millie.


Wow...

-MEG

We Were the Cost Chapter 13

Chapter 13

(SARAH)

Guns fired at us from all angles. Alphonse used alchemy to make a barrier to shield us, but eventually they brought out heavier artillery. One of the scientists was shot and killed. I screamed in terror.
"We have to get out of here!" Uncle shouted over the gunshots. He went over to the wall and transmuted a hole in it. "This way!"
Everyone followed him through the hole, which led to another hallway. Alphonse sealed the wall behind us and continued to lead us forward. He was struggling to keep running, but his will power was stronger than his fatigue.
Kain ran up in front of Al. "...I'll lead," Kain said. Alphonse nodded and made his way over to Theo and I.
"You okay?" Theo asked him.
"Yeah," Al panted. "Haven't run in a while."
We followed Kain as he led us through the labyrinth of hallways, destroying walls as he went.
Maes was carrying Clint on her back by that point. He looked positively awful. If he died too...

As we ran, we weren't being pursued. I found it odd that no one was coming after us, considering they had seemed so eager to kill us a few minutes ago. In all actuality, the corridors we were going through we're barren. No people, or anything at all. The only noise in the hallway was from our footsteps and panting. I wondered where we were even going, if we were close to escaping.
"Kain," I called out to him, panting. "Do you know where we're going?"
"Yes," he replied. There was something in his voice that I couldn't identify.
"You'd better!" Theo shouted. He took Clint from Maes and put him on his back. "You looked tired," he said to Maes.
"Thanks," she said, smiling sadly.
"He'll be okay, Maes."
She nodded, but didn't seem too sure.
I caught up with Kain. "Are you sure you know where you're going?"
He remained silent and sped ahead of me, then stopped as he reached a wall. He placed his right hand on it and destroyed the wall, walking into the room the hole led to.
Everyone followed him into to huge dark room, wondering why he would lead us in there.
"Alright!" he shouted into the darkness. "I did what you wanted! We had a deal!"
I ran up to Kain and grabbed his arm. "What are you talking about?" I asked curiously, a bit scared.
Kain yanked his arm away and walked forward. "Felicity!"
A dark laugh resounded in the room, followed by a black-haired woman emerging from the shadows. "Very good, Kain," she purred, walking towards him. "It seems I underestimated you. Thank you for not letting the Elrics escape."
"I didn't do it for you," Kain said through clenched teeth.
The woman--Felicity--caressed Kain's face with her hand, grinning. "Oh, I know, I know," she laughed. "We did have a deal. Believe me, I will come through on my end of the bargain."
Theo stomped over to Kain and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. "What does she mean that you have a deal!?" Theo shouted.
"Well--"
"Don't, Felicity," Kain boomed.
"Our dear little Ishvalan friend made a deal with me," Felicity said to Theo. "All I asked him to do is help me to round up the Elrics."
"What...?" I whispered.
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(THEO)
"What?" Sarah whispered again. I'd seen so many emotions in my sister. I'd watched her smile when Mom and Dad were actually smiling and getting along. I'd seen her melt when Travis tipped back her chin. I'd seen her pure grief when he was stabbed, as he crumpled up in pain. I'd seen her defensive, protective, and motherly. I'd seen her reserved. I'd seen her love. I'd seen her hate.
But the betrayl in her eyes, I'd never seen. Mainly because no one coul ever double-cross Sarah. She was too easy to love. But now...with Kain, even, who I'd thought had held feelings for her, and after Sarah had tried so hard to protect him...he'd betrayed her. I felt sick.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Kain. Should you tell them, or should I?"
Kain didn't say a word as the woman called Felicity ran her hands gingerly over the boy, flipping back a piece of his white hair. Kain stared, eyes ready to kill.
"You promised me. I want them back now!" he roared. Felicity threw her head back, cackling with laughter.
"Them?" Alphonse asked, voice shaking.
Sarah was on the verge of tears, looking at no one but Kain, who wouldn't meet her eyes. Look at her, you bastard, I growled in my head.
"Alphonse...Elric...." the woman drew out Alphonse's name, and soon, she had her hands in his hair, running her fingers down his lips, all over his body. Alphonse sputtered back, gasping. "What I wouldn't give," The woman groaned in the most seductive voice, her face just inches from his,"to kill you right now...but I need you alive," she mumbled, then ran her tongue down his jaw. Alphonse's breath hitched, and he pushed the woman away. Her eyes darkened.
"How dare you touch me!" the woman spat. "After all the pain you've caused me! How dare you!"
"What do you mean?"
I glanced at Clint, whose face was drooping, eyes lips low and purple. He was feverish in my arms, and I fogotten I was holding him.
"Clint Mustang...the Fuhrer's boy...how adorable," she said, reaching out to stroke his hair, but I flew back, and I heard a clap, and blue lightning surrounded us. Felicity was suddenly in a cage. She giggled for a moment to herself, before she ran her heel into the dirt, drawing a circle, and freeing herself. I swore. She, too, was an alchemist.
"Why don't I clear everything up, before we get into this whole final battle thing, okay?" her voice droned, like this was just another boring passtime, and she was going to be late for her lunch date. I hissed under my breath, but Clint's little hands gripped my shirt. He shouldn't be this lightweight...
"My name, is Felicity," she clarified. She looked between us, as if looking for some recognition in our eyes. Nothing. She cleared her throat. "Perhaps you didn't understand me," she tried. "My name is Felicity. Felicity Kimblee."
Clint stiffened in my arms, and I heard Alphonse gasp.
"What is it?" I whispered to the boy so the woman couldn't hear.
"Kimblee was a state alchemist in the Extermination of Ishval," he whispered. "He got a little worked up, you could say, killing people not on the approved kill list."
I swallowed. "Women and children."
Clint's head twitched, and I accepted it as a nod.
I groaned "Sadists really shouldn't reproduce..."
"After the death of my father, Solf J. Kimblee, the Crimson Lotus Alchemist, my mother never was the same," she sighed, examining her nails. "She killed herself when I was just twelve years old, leaving me to fend for myself. Of course, I got right to the good stuff--revenge. Nine years later, I've gotten what I wanted," she smiled. "Alphonse...Elric...had you not engaged my father in battle, there was a good chance he'd still be alive!" she snarled, and almost threating to bite of Uncle's nose.
"How is Kain involved?" Sarah cried. It didn't shock me this was the main thing that concerned her. She and Kain had this bond from the very beginning. If it had been Maes up there, I wouldn't have been able to focus on anything else.
"Kain...oh, what a wonderful little pawn he is!" Kimblee said, pinching Kain cheek. He hit her, pushing her away. She pouted as she fell on the floor.
"Ooo..." she mumbled quietly. "Kain needed something, just like I needed something...we both wanted revenge, but Kain was more at peace with something I wasn't quite ready for."
Kain stared. "You promised-!"
"You'll get it! Hush!" She growled, slapping the boy. "Kain here wanted Mommy and Daddy dearest back to wipe his snot nose," she said, making baby noises. Kain sneered at her. "So, he brought me you."
Sarah shook her head. "That's...that's impossible...I found him on the street corner. It was accident. He was Ishvalan and I...we just needed..."
"Did you think it was fate, little Elric?" Felicity asked teasingly. Sarah didn't say anything, but stared at the side of Kain's head, who wouldn't look at her. I growled.
"Kain was such a good actor," Felicity, wrapping her arms around him. "And little Sarah, oh, your little kind heart made everything so easy! Tell me, dear girl, did you really think this dirty Ishvalan could have feelings for you?" Felicity laughed, like it was the most rediculous thought that Kain could feel, that anyone could love Sarah. I was boiling, waiting for my top to blow. Maes noticed this, and took Clint from my arms.
"Kain, you did quite an amazing job. Tell me, dear, how did you ever make this stupid girl fall in love with a monster like you?"
Kain tensed. "She's not in love with me. And I don't love her. Just give me my-"
"Look at her!" Felicity and Kain both turned to me, eyes wide. "Look at her, you bastard! Can't you see she's trying to look at you?! If you're going to hurt her, have the gall to look in her in the eye! You bastard! Look at her!"
Kain stared at the ground, hard, as if it might fall out from underneath him.
Sarah's voice quivered, but even I felt it's gravity as she spoke. "Look at me," she commanded, voice light and broken. Kain took a moment, but turned on his heel to face her. His expression was hard, but then he saw those blue eyes. I knew what those blue eyes could do, the wimpering the begging the pleading had all gone on in my childhood. Sarah got everything from using them. But she wasn't doing anything but feeling now, and the raw emotion in them was gut-wrenching. Kain stared, face failing, and I noticed the red rims around his eyes. That bastard had no right to cry over this. If he wanted to feel remorse, he should've told us long ago what was going on.
"I want my payment," Kain said.
Felicity smiled. "Of course," she said. It took her several moments, but soon enough, the stage was set, the circle made, and enough ingridents in the middle for two bodies.
"...Well?" Kain asked, gesturing for her to do it.
Felicity laughed. "Stupid boy, I'm not going to do it, you are!"
He stared daggars. "To hell I am! I couldn't do this myself, that's why I came here! You'll do this and you'll do it now!" he screamed, gripping her lapels. Again, she giggled.
"I'm certainly not going to lose my life," she said,"but we do have a veteran here, and I can't think of a more ironic and degrading way to die for you. Come, Alphonse Elric, you've got more souls to bring back from the truth..." She smiled. Alphonse stared, face distored in horror. I didn't need to ask, to know what he was thinking.
He was remembering the night when two 9 and 10 year old boys put their hands down on a transmutation circle, and neither of them would ever be the same afterward.
To hell I was going to let that happen again. But I couldn't do anything. All of a sudden, it didn't feel like my fight anymore.
Alphonse...you can't do this...


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(SARAH)

"Kain..." Alphonse said solemnly. "It won't work. I'm sorry, but it's not possible. Nothing good comes out of human transmutation."
Kain crossed his arms, looking at the ground. "I..."
"Kain," Theo said, pure rage and dripping from his voice. "It's not possible. Just forget it."
"You don't understand, Theo," Kain mumbled.
"Think what you will, Kain," Alphonse said. "But I will not attempt this."
"Oh, you will," Felicity purred. She pulled a knife out of her black boot and grabbed me by my hair, pulling me away from the rest of the group. "Do it, Alphonse--" she held me tight with one arm and pressed the knife to my neck with the other--"or she dies." Felicity looked over at Kain. "Or you could just call it all off and be on your way. Granted, I would keep the Elrics."
Given the options from Felicity, there was no way to get out of here alive. I tensed in her grasp, but I didn't struggle. There was no point. "Choose whatever you want to, Kain," I said softly to him. "Have Alphonse do your dirty work or leave us for dead. Those are your options. Pick one."
Kain slowly looked up at me. "Sarah..."
"And by the way, Kain," I hissed. "How does it feel to have Travis's blood on your hands?"
The words hung in the air for a moment.
"Was everything you ever said a lie?" I asked, my voice breaking unintentionally.
"No...I--"
"And once you walk out of here, guess what? You will have gained nothing from this! Your parents aren't coming back!"
"I know!!" Kain shouted, dropping to his knees, covering his ears. "I know that now! I knew it all along!"
"Then why did you make a deal with her?! Why did you think you could just throw our lives around however you wanted?! Why--"
"Because! Because the only reason the anti-Ishvalan group even exists is because of the Elrics! When I made the deal, that was all I could think!"
"But you never gave it up. You led us on even after you had become friends with us. Or was that a lie too?" I was fighting tears as hard as I could, afraid that if I cried I would just seem weak, even though Kain looked as fragile as could be. "Why am I even asking?" I laughed. "Of course that was a lie! All of it was! And all so you could make a pointless deal with the whore who directly killed your family--" Felicity sliced my neck with the knife.
"SARAH!!" Theo and Alphonse shouted. They knew that if they came near me, though, it would only make matters worse.
The would wasn't fatal, but that was just her warning.
Felicity grinned and licked the blood off of her knife. "Hmhmhm. How very unfortunate. It seems as though my hand just took on a mind of its own."
"Don't hurt her!" Kain commanded.
Felicity burst into a fit of laughter. "After all of the things you've done to her, you're telling ME not to hurt her? Hahahahaha! And I thought you said you didn't love her."
Kain was silent, staring daggers at Felicity.
"No good response to that, is there? Hahaha!" Felicity giggled. "You know what? Let's see if I can settle your confusion." She released me and gripped her knife in her hand. I ran over to Theo as soon as I was free from her grip.
Before I knew what was happening, she was throwing the knife and Kain had run in front of me and thrown his arms around me, shouting my name.
The knife stuck itself into Kain's back.
"Kain!" I shrieked. He held tight to me, refusing to let go.
"Sarah..." he whispered. "I'm so sorry..."
"What's this? I believe you do love her!" Felicity gasped in faux surprise. "Although I had planned on you confessing your love as she was dying, this works out wonderfully as well."
Kain trembled, then reached behind him and pulled the knife out of his back. He turned around and threw it as hard as he could at Felicity, missing.
She laughed. "Pathetic. I expected more from the son of Scar."
Kain took a shaky breath, stepping towards Felicity. "You won't...hurt the Elrics..." he panted.
Felicity smirked and took something out of her mouth. She held the object out in front of her. It was small, round, and blood-red. I recognized it as a Philosopher's Stone, something I read about in the alchemy book. It had said that Philosopher's Stones could amplify alchemy. "This will be all too fun," she laughed. She put it back in her mouth and clapped her hands together, then held them out towards us. Small explosions went off all around us, making some of the ceiling crumble on top of us. Alphonse transmuted a barrier above us to block it. He then transmuted spikes that flew towards Filicity. She dodged and leaped, avoiding all but one spike, which skimmed across her arm.
Kain ran towards her, in hopes of using his own alchemy on her, but was blown backwards by an explosion from Felicity. He landed beside me and struggled to stand up. As he did, I noticed the back of his shirt was already soaked with blood. Would I lose Kain as well? Did I care? He betrayed us...but then he saved my life...
Theo sat Clint down on the floor by Maes and dashed towards Felicity. He was blown back in the same manner as Kain had been, though he was relatively unharmed.
Felicity's laugh grew louder and more menacing by the second. "I know you're capable of more, Alphonse!" she shouted over the sound of her explosives. I really wished that Maes still had the gloves that enabled her to use flame alchemy.
Alphonse clapped his hands and pressed them to the ground, making a pillar rise out of the floor and knock Felicity off her feet. She stood back up, infuriated, and sent a steady stream of explosives at Alphonse, who transmuted a wall in front of him. She kept up the brutal attack on Alphonse, hitting him repeatedly. "You know, I kidnapped you in attempt to lure Edward here. That's the only reason I kept you alive. But now that I have other bargaining pieces, you're expendable!" she shouted, then turned toward Maes, Clint and the scientists. "As for all of you, I could just kill you right now! But I'll do that as soon as I take care of this thorn in my side." She sent more attacks at Alphonse.
"Stop!!" I screamed.
"Don't think that you're not expendable as well, little girl," Felicity growled, directing a stream of explosives at me.
There was no way I could've drawn out a transmutation circle in time, but Alphonse took care of creating a wall to shield me, right as Kain was doing so with his own body, running in front of me, and the wall.
I didn't see what happened from behind the wall. There was just a flash of light and the sound of Kain screaming. Then Felicity screaming.
I ran around the wall and over to Kain. He had gotten close enough to Felicity beforehand that he was able to use his alchemy on her. She lay lifeless on the floor, Kain falling to the ground a few feet away from her.
"Kain!" I screeched, dropping to my knees beside him. Everyone else followed behind me. "Kain!"
"S-Sarah..." he whispered. There was a gash running diagonally across his face, bleeding profusely. "I'm...sorry... I...never meant to...hurt you..."
I grabbed his hand. "Shh... It's...it's okay... Everything will be okay..." I said, my voice shaking. I couldn't do this again. I couldn't have someone die trying to protect me again. "It'll be okay Kain..."
He shook his head, his white hair getting drenched in blood. "No... I... If dying here would...atone for...the things I've done... I don't mind..."
I squeezed his hand tighter. "No..! I..."
"I never wanted this to happen... But I didn't know what to do... I was foolish... Everything is my fault... And... I always...did...love..." His eyes closed and his muscles relaxed. He was still breathing, though. He was just unconscious.
I swallowed, trying not to cry. "We have to do something...!"
"Sarah...there's no way we could get back to Amestris in time," Theo said solemnly.
"But we have to do something!" I cried. I looked up at Alphonse. "We have to..."
He shook his head. "If he doesn't get proper medical attention soon he won't make it. It would take us at least two days to get back on foot."
Clint whispered something into Maes's ear.
"Oh," she exclaimed. "They have cars around here somewhere, don't they? It wouldn't be too hard to steal one now that their leader is dead."
Well, that was an option.

A/N: I realized that this chapter ending was a little anti climatic, and I apologize, but otherwise it would've been awkward. There are about two chapters left after this, and Demy and I are so sad this is ending. We've been working on a few one-shots revolving around this cast, some going into the future and others are scenes from this story that didn't quite make it in. I will let everyone know when those come out by posting them in a memo here, so don't fret. Thanks again to all the loving reviews we get every week. We love you all so much! Please r and r. I promise a better chapter will be up next week. (And Demy does the epilogue, and she's always amazing, and didn't disappoint.)
By the way, guys, Demy and I were thinking of emailing this fanfiction to Vic Mignogna, Edward Elric's voice actor. She's done a few drawings for this story too (maybe I'll get a link for them if she ever posts some?) and we thought it would be cool to send to his fan address.

Wow, that was a long authors note.

Well guys, hope you all have a safe and happy week, I know this has been the longest week of 2013 yet! Ugh!
See you all soon.
(Another note, sorry) Demy and I have been working on two stories together that are FMA, but we keep getting distracted. One is focused around the time Ed and Al are still on the hunt for their bodies and here's what we've come up with basically:
Emma and Scout Leavey are two sisters, searching for their father who abandoned them after their mother's death. The two young alchemists run into the famous Elric brothers. They each have something the other needs, and the group decides to band together. Scout, being ill-tempered and condescending, while younger sister Emma is sweet, forgiving, yet tough, seem to find a family in the Elric brothers.
Meanwhile, Emma and Scout are harboring a dark secret. Emma has dreams of a beautiful woman, whispering sweet words to her, while Scout hears voices, teasing her with darkness. What is wrong with these girls? And what was wrong with their mother?

Another story we're working on is going along the lines of this:
Meg Giry is a young girl, striving to make it in the hub of Central city. Taking the state alchemist's exam, she finds herself being the first female state alchemist at the age of fifteen. However, her best friend, Demy Nom isn't exactly allowed in the office...Demytra Nom is an alchemist, as well as something that shoudn't exist: and Ishvalan. While everything around them seems to be slipping away, the two girls have to hold onto to one another and solve what's happening: who is attacking Major Giry and the Ishvalan Nom?

This story takes place a few years after Ed and Al get their bodies back. I got the idea for this story after (finally) watching the original series, and wondering what my amestrian counterpart would be like...I think this is more of a brotherhood story, whereas the one with Emma and Scout is more original series with our own rules. We haven't finished either of them, but if you like where one of them is going, leave a comment and I'll get it up here! We aim to please, guys!

Longest. Authors Note. Ever.

Disclaimer: We do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Please

SOMEONE TELL CRYS AND CHRISTINE TO STOP TEXTING ME BECAUSE IM GROUNDED

-Demy

This is an effed up sandwich

I believe im close to my period. Pretty much all ive wanted to eat is sweet stuff. So when i got home from LM, i decided i would make a peanut butter and fluff (marshmallow. I call it fluff) sandwich. Before that i noticed that there was apple butter in the frige, so i smeared some on a piece of bread and ate it. I still had the jar out while i was making my sandwich, so i added some to it. It was probably the weirdest sandwich i have eaten in my life.
Peanut butter, marshmallow, and apple butter. Yup.

-Demy

And yes. I did make a whole post about a sandwich.

Crystal's Boyfriend's Penis

Welp, that got everyone attention.

Lol. Just refferring to my quote for the day.

Kaiden-And one day, I'm going to teach you to use a gun. A real gun.
Cat-I got shot in the eye with a bb once
Kaiden-I got shot in the dick with a bb--
Me-How'd they hit such a small target?

He was so mad at me.

Lol, I kid, I kid...well...I don't know. I've never personally seen you're boyfriend's penis...so I wouldn't know, honestly....

Hmph.

Well, I think it's still Nessa's turn to type...and I'mma watch FMA with my bro.

-MEGARA JULES GIRY

My writing is embarrassing...

Im up late. Because i was reading IB. Mainly chapter 6. The chapter i come in... Shut up. Let a girl enjoy her attention whoreyness once in a while.
But i cant help but cringe at how stupid i sounded sometimes.
And as for the names i used for characters that i introduced in that chapter... Well most are referances to video games. And Slash was just me being utterly stupid and in desperate need for a name. I was seriously like "Hm. He has a knife. I should name him Slash. Derp."
I couldve kept with the video game thing, but i really did not want to name him Xemnas.
I really hope i still dont sound so stupid when i write... Ugh...
I need practice.
You know. Probably when i get my phone back.

-Demy

And i saw the Legally Blonde referance. Before Meg had even seen LB. Shes magical.

Family drug talk

Me and my family had an interesting convo tonight. We just talked about like anything and everything. Then at the end my stepdad enlightened us on the types of drugs. It was interesting. Well, now i know all about acid, marijuana, crack, cocaine, and heroine.
Because i needed this info. Meh. Maybe itll help me in IB :P

Anyway, im not going to recount the whole fiasco with Matt today, but i will say that he tried to get Viktor in trouble and succeeded with getting him called to the office. For pretty much no reason, i might add. But i went down there and talked Vik out of trouble. But not before Matt started crying. I wanna hit that kid. But at least now we dont have to sit by him in art anymore. :)

And Meg. I love you for putting the "field of wheat" thing in IB.

Have i ever told you how much i love Ching Ho and Bun Foo's Not For the Life of Me? Because i do.

Alright, i tried to ask my mom if i could go see a movie with Vik on Valentines Day, then my sis interjected with "I wasnt aloud to do that until i got my liscence." i might add that shes old for her grade, so she got her liscence as a Sophomore. I wont get mine until im a Junior. I told my mom that it wasnt fair that my sis got to date before me (and that she had a bf when she was 12. 12) and my mom responded with, "Well, life isnt fair. Your standards shouldnt be set by other people."
Says the judgemental one.
She also said this when i stated that my sis got a C in algebra (and my mom was fine with it) and it wasnt fair that my mom wants me to get a B before i can even have my phone back. Can anyone lend me a knife?
Speaking of which, my mom cut her leg while shaving and my brother saw it and was like "Mom, do we need to get you a psychiatrist so youll stop cutting yourself?"
It was great.

Meg. You need to finish your WWTC oneshot. Im dying.
I was actually thinking about writing one... But i cant really think of anything to do in it other than A) Travis angst or B) Sarah and Kain fluff
Maybe i could get inspired by Meg. IF SHE WOULD FINISH HERS.

You know i love you.

But yeah. I think im gonna try to type now. Even tough its difficult on this stupid ipod. Theres no spellcheck and no autocorrect. Does Apple not know how much i rely on that crap???

Night night

-Demy

I love this picture. Because its so true.
Superman is Goku's bitch.

Oh, Meg...

Me Upset that there are no pics that I want on google images:





Me realizing I have GimpShop:















I love getting on google just to look at memes...

-Megara
 

"YOU WILL NEVER BE GAVORCHE, ROYAL MUSTANG!!"

Yup. My brother was being stupid. It was supposed to be the Mufasa thing from the LION KING II but...he said that instead....And Royal instead of Roy. Eh...

Yeah, and he pretended to earth bend me, and so I was fire bending back. How? I snapped my fingers. Thank you, Roy Mustang, for teaching me incorrect fire bending moves. Geesh...


This was from a while ago here:

My brother flapping his arms at me as I nonchalantly read my book-I'm a flying type using gust. It's taking a bunch out of your hp because you're a fighting type. I'm winning because you're a fighting type--

That worked until I punched him in the stomach. It was pretty hilarious.

Dad-Meg!!
Me-What?? He said I was a fighting type!!

lol.

DEMY THANK YOU FOR TYPING ALBINO GO READ NOW!!

-MEGARA

I TYPED

Im sorry its short. I hate typing on this ipod.

-Demy

Meg's quote

We were at rehersal yesterday and...Meg...

"Screw choir! I wanna be a duck! Merrrrrrrhhhhh..."

Yup. This stuff happens on a daily basis.

-Dem

Guess what?

Nessa has her braces on!! An they freaking hurt!!! But the rubber bands are teal and purple. So I'm freaking fabulous looking!!-A fabulous but in pain Nessa

Flower Power Mother Effers

Yup. Feminism. See how that took less than twenty four hours...until I get to school...and have nothing to ogle at except my science teacher....

Yup.

Okay, there is new spam on here every freaking day. Like, I had to delete about twenty yesterday, after just deleting some from the day before. Like, dafriq! Really!!

Ugh. It's all on Demy's posts too. O/O LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE

I kid, baby girl.

Anyway...and all the spam views come from France. Why, my people?
Hold on...a song is coming on...let me sing you the song of my people....

DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING
SINGING A SONG OF ANGRY MEN
IT IS THE MUSIC OF A PEOPLE WHO WILL NOT BE SLAVES AGAIN
WHEN THE BEATING OF YOUR HEART
ECHOS THE BEATING OF THE DRUMS
THERE IS A LIFE ABOUT TO START WHEN TOMORROW COMES!!!

Okay, I'm done, just had to get that outta my system

Everyone remember to pray for Crys. She's been feeling really shitty the past few days, so lets pray for her to get better! I miss my baby girl. O_O (Crys, just imagine the freakiest sad face I've ever made. That's what I'm looking like now. )

-Meg

Almost forgot something

My English techer started talking about alchemy today in claas.

How i looked on the outside:
-_- meh *shrug*

how i felt on the inside:
☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ OMFGEEE!!!!

Yup.

Night.

-Demy

Maybe this would be a good illustration of how i felt as well

Blarg

Well, just came back upstairs now that we know we wont be killed by tornado. Weeee.
And guess what. My mom says that im not allowed to have my phone back until i have a B in algebra.
Guess whos never getting her phone back.
But at least im getting more skilled at using my ipod. Ive successfully hidden it from my mom twice tonight when she walked in.

So, im finally going to actually get into gear and read Les Mis. Im FINALLY past the bishop part, so now its all good. I should be fine from here.

And it sucks that i cant go to Megs :(
But i do feel like im imposing...

LM tonight was probably the most fun rehersal yet. Because of the tornado a lot of people left early so then it was just Jetsam, two Ursulas, and me. And one of the Ursulas (i shall call her Bomba (she played Bombalurina in Cats)) told me some very interesting news......... Guess what musical theyre holding auditions for in March......









LES MISERABLES, MOTHER EFFERS!!!!!!




Did you hear that??? LES MIS!!!! Your bogger girls might be in LES FREAKING MIS!!!!

i wanna be a prostitute. Just saying.


But other than that, rehersal was still awesome. We actually got to move around and act out our scenes, and I must say Jetsam and i did pretty well ;)
The Ursulas kind of treat us like pets... Oddly enough, i love it. They pet us x3
And one of the guys playing Sebastian is just freaking amazing. Hes just so fun. He was dancing around during Under the Sea, and it was really funny how he kept screwing up and using a British accent instead of Jamaican one.
Speaking of speaking, one of the Grimsbys was trying to be like the other one and use a funny voice. He sounded like Kermit the freaking frog. It was terrible.

Anyway, im exhausted and i need sleep.
Im sorry for not typing on IB. I might try to tomorrow. Maybe.
Wow. I cause a total backup in production when it comes to stories, dont i...
I apologize.

-Demy

Green Glass Love...

Meg here. Wow, I hardly post anymore.

WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS MEG'S HORMONAL MAN RANTINGS THAT WILL PROBABLY CHANGE NEXT WEEK. I'M A TEENAGE GIRL SURROUNDED BY SINGING AND DANCING MEN. OF COURSE YOU SHOULD EXPECT THIS.

Okay, so...yeah. I may have a crush on...I don't know what to call him. I'll just call him Action, because that's who he played in West Side Story. He played the king in the madrigal, and now he's playing Jimmy in Millie.
Okay, I liked the kid when we were little (he used to go to my church) but of late I've found him to be a major asswipe. He just...acts like he pwns everything. Legit.
But, today, I was like,'Omg he's fucking adorable, and fucking hot, why did I not notice?' Like a stupid teenage girl.
So, yeah, Meg's developed another crush on an asswipe. Great.
I'm sure it'll change tomorrow when he does something dusche-ie (I never know how to spell that...) again.
Mrs. Adams said something about my part tonight, and I responded, and Mrs. Adams is like,"She's got it. She's a genius. Always a genius."  To which he therefore looks back and applauds me across the room. That was probably him being an asswipe, but Meg is all,"Oh my God, some one actually positively acknowledged me!!" like a freak. I don't get much love at home. Cut me some slack.

So, yeah. He talked to me a little yesterday, but I didn't really pay attention. I think I just liked him because he's the only guy I had to stare at for six hours tonight. I dunno. I think I like him playing Jimmy. Another fictional character to love, only this one's tangible. Fuck.

I dunno...he's an asswipe, men are asswipes. I like books. And cats. And Asians. And New York.

And my future was summed up in that last line. Fuck.

I need some men...I'll go watch some...I dunno...Twilight videos on youtube...or read some fanfictions...frick, I need something. Sometimes, I'm tired of being single

and then I look around at society

and hide in my hole. And am afraid of the saggy pants and quote unquote 'swag'.

Damn, guys, I do rant....

I don't have much else to say.
Demy, you can't come over tomorrow. :( My dad's working, and my grandparents are out of town, so I'm going over to my Aunt's and we aren't even going to church. :( Sadness....

I'm just gonna curl in a ball and (pre sleep/day?) dream about Action to get this shit outta my system.

Okay, green glass love, Millie reference and Millie alludes to WOO and we are supposed to have tornadoes tonight.

Mom-Now stay close to downstairs as you can
Me-...by sleeping my bed upstairs?
Mom-Meg, I'm serious.
Me-Where the friq do you want me to sleep???

I don't know where she thinks I'm going to sleep that's close to downstairs!! Either I'm up stairs or down!! She's on drugs...

I kid.

Or am I?

Ugh, I sound like Viktor...he always says that to me...

Ugh, goodnight mother fuckers, this albino has left the building.

-Megara

Anyone notice I cuss a lot when I rant? I feel dirty but it relieves stress...

That feeling where you want to stab pretty much everything

My mom is driving me insane. She took my phone because of my grades, but she seemed to be having a good time taking some personal jabs at me. Im fed up with how she treats me. I mean, i know i have a pretty good life and that im just spoiled, but i could be worse. I dont think she knows how lucky she is that i dont drink or smoke pot or that im a virgin. She seriously needs to understand that im not the worst child ever.
But she thinks im smart. I know im moderately smart, but she expects way too much of me. She doesnt put this pressure on my brother and sister. They get to do whatever they freaking want! My sister is the oldest, so she obviously is the most spoiled one who gets what she wants when she wants. My brother is the youngest, so he gets coddled and told 'good job' all the time. Im just the weird one. The embarrassment. The ignored one. I just dont belong anywhere in their perfect family. But i have to wonder if im the insane one, or they are.
I try not to bother my parents too much. I try not to ask for stuff. I try to stay out of their way if they dont want me there. I know i could help out a bit more, but honestly... Im not sure what i can do to get everyone to stop totally hating me.
Ive had to deal with my brother and sister making fun of me my whole life, and my parents doing nothing about it until i get so fed up with it that i have to retaliate. Then i get in trouble because everything is always my fault. Then i get made fun of more. So ive learned to keep to myself, and keep away from, my family. They ask why i dont come out of my room often. Well, i think its quite obvious.
Other than ignoring or yelling at me, my parents expect me to be perfect. I have to work hard at useless things, and juggle as many things as i can at once. I have to be everyone's idea of perfect. Why do you think i just gave up and became who i am now? Its easier to please no one than everyone.

Well, Mom. Two kids out of three isnt bad right? I mean even if this one isnt perfect enough, you still have two kids who are just absolutely freaking PERFECT!

Guys... Meg, Crys, Nessa, Christine... If it werent for you guys, id have lost it a long time ago... I mean LOST it. You guys are whats keeping my sanity, and the only stable thing in my life. I love you guys so much and i know im a terrible friend and i really just want to be a better person... Im sorry that i treat you guys bad sometimes and annoy you all the time, but i'll try to change and be as awesome as you. You are all just the best friends ever and i just want you to know that i love you guys so much.

-Demy

DONT TEXT ME

Phone has been confiscated
Relay info

-Demy

I know I post a lot. Shut up.

O_O
F-Finny...?
Well. This is easily the creepiest face he's ever made...

-Demy

For real? (SOME IMAGES MAY BE DISTURBING)

Seriously. How many times is Ciel gonna throw up in this manga! Good grief! You don't usually see people throw up in books, but Ciel just... Bleeehh... But I suppose it's understandable.... One time it was because he saw a victim of Jack the Ripper, another because of asthma, and one because he saw a little girl being...brutally...killed.... *shudder*

-Demy

And now some disturbing pictures of Ciel puking ;)

Yup. Lovely.

Black Butler manga

I've been skimming through the kuroshitsuji manga all day and I've seen some very interesting things.

1) Ciel's eyepatch was on the wrong side in one panel.
2) Perverted man!!! Pedo alert!!!
3) Of course Sebastian's wardrobe would be filled with cats.
4) Ciel...SMILED. WTF.
5) Finny, being adorable.
6) Finny, being epic
7) LITTLE CIEL IS THE MOST KAWAII THING EVER!!!
8) Snake
9) Joker
10) Sebastian's a deer.

Yup.

I'm kind of glad that the anime has like a totally different storyline than the manga.
But the manga is still amazing.
And Snake is hot. Even though he always says "Says [insert one of his snake's names here]" after just about every sentence.

-Demy

I can't wait to watch this with Meg...

So I'm watching Les Mis and...

Eponine goes to go give Jean Valjean the letter for Cosette.
I just keep imagining him saying "Those are some mighty fine tits, young man!"
Thank you, stupid guy on YouTube.
I love you though. Even if you don't like Little People...

-Demy

That Moment...

That moment when I realized, since I was caught on Percy Jackson books, I could finally read the fanfics...*looks of pure awe and bliss*

-MEG

I'M COMING NICO!!

Finnyyyyyyy~

I drew Finny. He's just so cute... I really want to know how old he is... Like for real, in the Japanese version he seems like he'd be in his late teens and in the English he sounds like he might be in his early twenties. If even that. It's like trying to guess Spongebob's age.
Anyway, I just needed to draw his face and I watched a little bit of episode 7 earlier, so I wanted to draw a scene from that. That episode makes me so sad... Finny is just so adorable...

-Demy

Holy Shiz.

I can't believe chapter eight of IB is finally done. We've been working on it for over a month and a half, and now it's done. Thank goodness. It's very...bombshellish. Lotta bombshellin'. If you haven't read the rest of the series, at least read this chapter, or parts of it. At least the beginning. Meg and Demy get hammered...and Robert Pattinson is involved ~~~ In a way that Crystal would find entertaining.

It's about 20, 954 words, so yea, a lot went into this. Now I get to start nine, apparently. Yay. Gettin' my Alfons on~~~



Beautiful~~~~~

-Meg

And for those of you who read last chapter, you understand why this is wrong....the Elricest...Girycest? Hmmm....

IGNORANT BLISS CHAPTER EIGHT

MEG'S POV

I looked at the tree in my apartment, which was yet to be disassembled. It was December 29th, just a few days since I left Spencer's apartment, our secret love staying hidden until Darcy popped the question.

If the bastard finally got the courage, that is.

Darcy still hadn't proposed, and it was annoying the crap out of me. I wish he'd just say,"Oh, I love you." So I could tell him that I didn't return it, saying I was no good for him, let him get on with his life and me on with mine. Mine with Reid.
I didn't picture Reid as a marrying man, but it didn't bother me. He wouldn't be unfaithful, he didn't have a bone in his body that would let him. I could, however, imagine waking up with him every morning, fixing him breakfast, laying out his clothes, dressing him....
I shook my head, sighing, and checking my reflection in an ornament on the tree. I fluffed my blonde hair, smiling falsely as I heard steps creak up behind me. Two strong arms wrapped around me, two hands finding their way to my shoulder blades, kneading the muscles. I sighed, leaning back into my boyfriend's athletic frame, letting his lips roam the nape of my neck.
"You're tense, Miss Giry," he said in his tenor voice, sending chills down my spine,"Perhaps you should take a bath, and I could get those out for you."
I turned on him, eyes teasing as I glared through my lashes, hands on my hips.
"If you want it," I chided, kissing his cheek and heading for the door,"then you gotta put a ring on it."

I'd been teasing Darcy about proposing for quite some time now. Well, the past few days that is. I didn't get home from Spencer's until the noon of the 26th, and Darcy still thought that I had been called in to the BAU that night. I didn't plan to tell him differently. So, I took the subway to work, like I did everyday. Walking in, I was greeted by Penelope, who was wringing her hands.
"Hey, Pen," I supplied, touching her shoulder. "You okay?"
"There's someone waiting for you in Morgan's office," she said, hurriedly.
I blinked, frozen in my spot. "Who?"
Penelope shook her head. Mine swivelled to catch a glimpse of a shadow across the closed blinds of Morgan's office.
"I've never seen him before," she swore.
"Did he say anything?"
"Just that he wanted to see you."
I nodded. "...Does anyone know he's here?"
"No," she said,"He told me to only tell you he was here. Should I tell someone?"
"No," I mumbled, eyes not leaving the window. "No. Don't let anyone know I even met someone. Not a word. Tell them I'm late if I run over time."
"Tell me later," she said,"promise."
I nodded. "If I can."

My feet felt like lead as I stalked up the stairs to Morgan's office. Who am I meeting? Penny repeated said 'He', so it was a man. Or a boy. Or a very masculine girl, Penelope never knew. I didn't knock before entering, just flung open the door in the dark room, and shut it fast.
A boy, about six feet tall, rose, beaming reserved to himself. He breath hitched, smiling so wide at me, I thought his face would break.
"Miss Megara Jules Giry Prentiss?" he asked.
I didn't answer immediately, and decided to profile him.
His skin was ghostly pale, and he was very tall, very skinny, so much so he appeared sickly. His eyes were a grey-blue, almost scary in the sense, and they were rimmed with dark lashes. A few freckles splashed his cheeks, and his face was slender, but his cheeks were full. Even though he was a young man-19 or 18-he looked very young in the face. His hair was a fluff of yellow-gold, very close to my own color, if not identical. He wore a white oxford, but it was cream with age, and wrinkled, looking soft and a tad oversized. He wore suspenders and khaki trousers, along with dark brown loafers. His smile was pure white, and his face looked reserved. He was sweet, I could tell so, but I could tell that love brought him several sorrows. He wore no wedding band or necklace, and with his disregard for his clothing state, I assumed he was in no relationship. Again, his scary blue eyes looked honest and kind, as was his tenor voice.
"Yes," I replied unsure. The boy brought his hand to his mouth, taking a step back. I could see the smile still in his eyes.
"I can't believe it..." he murmured. "It's...it's you..."
"I'm sorry," I said,"have we met?"
"No, no," he assured,"I'm sorry, I'm Alfons Heiderich."
His eyes looked at me, almost checking to see if it registered in my eyes. When I gave no sign, he tried again.
"Alfons Jules Heiderich."

I didn't move. It was like a bucket of ice water was forming in my stomach, then flooding over me.
"Jules?" I replied. My father's name. The one my mother had dropped after he 'died', even though he had only left us.
The boy nodded enthusiastically, beaming at me. I was shaking.
"Meg...I...I was abandoned at birth. My mother left me with my grandparents, and after their death, I came to live with my cousin. I recently took up looking for my parents, when I came across my father's name, Joseph Jules, and I looked it up, and I came across an article...it was on you. And I kept finding more and more about you...then I saw your picture."
He paused, hand outstretched, as if to touch me, but he pulled it back to him.
"Meg, you look just like me."
I knew I looked just like my father, because my mother couldn't stand it. I didn't look like her. And this boy, with his fluff of yellow hair, pale face, and haunting blue eyes...why hadn't I seen it? Yes, looking at this boy was like looking in a mirror.
"You're...you're saying..."
"Meg," he whispered,"I'm your brother."

And as much as I wanted to trust him, I wasn't born yesterday.

"Alfons, I want to trust you, and I want to believe you, but you have to understand I know how safe I have to be. Can you leave a DNA sample? Give it to a man named Anderson, he'll take care of it."
Alfons' face fell, but I didn't let it get me down.
"Thank you," I smiled,"for coming."
I started to walk away, when a cold, soft hand grasped my arm.
"My cousin Vic and I would like for you to have dinner with us, when you can." He fished a piece of paper from his pocket, then handed it to me. "That's my phone number. Call anytime."
I nodded, then left. Penelope locked eyes with me, and nodded. She hadn't let anything slip. I nodded back.
I slipped into the conference room and found a seat next to Spencer, twining my fingers with his.
"Late?" he whispered.
"Bathroom," I supplied, leaning my head on his shoulder. "Love you."
"Love you more."
I locked my eyes on the screen.
"What's the deal?" I asked Pen.
"Er, we have quite the sicko, my lovely heroes."
"What else is new?" Rossi mumbled.
"Well, here, Meg, are the pictures."
She tossed me a file, and I didn't let myself wince.
"So...he's cutting them open, strangling them with their own bowels?" I asked. Penny groaned, and tried to rub the goose flesh off her arms.
"Er, yeah, and that's not all."
I studied the pictures again.
"They don't have toes," I supplied. "Post mortem?"
"Pre," Morgan told me.
"Torture?" I supplied. He shrugged.
"Guess we won't know till we get there, will we?"

The plane ride was pretty quiet, but I did earn several smiles by hanging on Spencer's arm. It was
still kinda early, so we still had some sleepers. Reid and I were in the last couple seat, next to the bathroom. Our window shade was down, and there was darkness over both of us, but Spencer wasn't tense with his eyes closed, forehead pressed against mine, our hands intertwined.
"I love you," I mumbled again, biting his neck. He yelped, waking Morgan across from us, and I shot Spencer a glare. His cheeks turned red in the dark, his flustered expression stuck on his face. I looked back at Morgan, who was smirking.
"Save it for later, will you guys?" he mumbled, before laying back down, pulling his hood over his face. I sighed, burying my head on Spencer's shoulder again.
"Are you mad at me?" Reid whispered. I exhaled shortly.
"No," I grumbled, leaning more on his arm.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, kissing my hair shyly. "I'm just not...not used to...to girls, er, like you touching me." He turned red again.
I turned to glare again, but caught sight of his expression, and my heart softened.
"I guess I just have that effect on you, huh, Doctor?" I purred, twirling a lock of his hair around his finger.
"I....er...."
I smirked, cutting off his breathing with a swift kiss, then returning my head to it's residence on his shoulder. He swallowed.
"I guess you do."

Demy bumped my hip was I got into the SUV, handing me my case file.
"I can't believe it," she mumbled, watching Reid stalk off to the car. I nodded at her.
"You actually did it?" she asked. I stared.
"D-did what?!" I exclaimed. She laughed.
"Got with hi-" her eyes narrowed. "You didn't do it, did you? I swear to God if you did-"
"Virgin!" I swore, one hand over my heart, right one raised. Her expression slowly returned to normal.
She nodded. "You rooming with me or Ness tonight?" she asked, looking down at the sheet she needed to give the hotel.
"Actually," I said, smiling,"I was hoping to room with Spencer."

Still waiting for dreams to come true.

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NESSA'S POV (FINALLY BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
After finding the killer in a hotel room, dangling by a rope, we decided to use our stand down time.
Garcia had been the one to suggest it after noticing they were about to expire. Naturally there had been arguments over where to go.
"I vote for Venice!"
"Nobody wants to got to Venice Rossi!"
"Well no one wants to go to Chicago either!"
"Nessa hush up! You don't even technically work for the team! You don't have time to use!"
"Demy shut up! I WILL claw the rest of your face off!"
"Girls how about we visit California?"
"No Penny that's not exciting enough!"
"Excuse me? Cali is more exciting then Matthew Gray Gubler on sugar!!!!"
"I agree with Penny. That is some exciting shit right there!"
"JJ shut your hormonal ass up!!"
"Make me Rossi!"
"Guys! How about we visit the Math museum that just opened in New York?"
"Reid! No one wants to visit a museum dedicated to math! That's a butt load of boring!"
"How about we stay and work?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
Dad's response had not gone over well so we decided we should probably work together.
Once we had put our heads together we had decided on a destination that had all of us in agreement.
London.
We decided to visit Emily and all of us had agreed. So tomorrow we leave for Heathrow Airport.
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I never realised how traumatizing flying on a public airplane is. The crowd, the smell, the tiny potty.
I had ridden on one at some point but I couldn't remember it. An now that I could, I wouldn't repeat it.
The only consolation was we got first class tickets and got the little pod beds. So we could sleep in relieve comfort on the flight.
By the time lunch got around, I was starving from not eating more than a banana before take off. But one look at my meal and my stomach curdled.
A lump of grey mass that was supposed to be chicken. A pile of green goo that was supposed to be peas, and a white patty thing that was supposed to be a potato disk.
I saw Meg in the aisle and she looked like she was about to be sick. The whole team did in fact.
The only slightly appetising thing was the cookie that came with it. We scarfed that down in seconds.
I watched as the team dumped the untouched trays into the garbage and I slunk back underneath the complimentary blankets.
Looking around, Meg was curled into Reid and they were forehead to forehead. They appeared to be talking and it was unnaturally sweet.
Morgan and Rossi were playing Morgan's new video game and from the look of it, Rossi was winning.
JJ and Hotch were looking at a catalogue and when I looked closer, it was a jewelery store add for wedding rings.
Demy was hungrily devouring the pack of graham crackers she had forgotten in her purse from the last case.
And that left me. Not really capable of doing anything without assistance of some sort.
But I could think, and I could think pretty well.
I thought about the tiny baby growing in Beth. She had been visiting a friend in Miami and she hadn't wanted to leave her friend early. They only saw each other once a year and she had a come apart on dad when he suggested it.
I told him not to argue with a pregnant hormonal chick. But he didn't listen.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and tried to curl up. My back hurt from sitting still and I wanted to stretch out.
I stood up and walked out to the main sitting area in first class. I leaned on a pole and watched the team, when a icy burst hit me and my dress is suddenly clinging to my knees.
Turning, a little girl is standing there with a half empty glass of water in her chubby hands.
All the cursing I had been about to unleash chained itself up and I knelt down next to her.
"Hey cutie! What's your name?"
"None of your business! Now get out of my face creeper!"
"That isn't nice!"
"Neither is your face!"
"You are very impertinent!"
"You are very whiny! Quit being such a crybaby!"
"You are a little wretch!"
"You're a big, fat, doodyhead! Who smells like butt!"
Suddenly I was ready to lay the smackdown on her when I realized. I was considering beating up a probably 6 year old. What the f is wrong with me?
Sighing, I retreated to my seat and snuggled under the blankets. The rest of the team laughing the entire time.
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Meg's POV

I quickly took my seat as soon as was possible, snuggling down next to Spencer, pulling our window closed. He tossed up the armrest so that nothing was separating us, and in our first row of first class we were practically intertwined.
We'd left the case--one I particularly found interesting--and let Penelope talk us into a vacay. We hadn't taken one since Demy was last with us when she was eighteen and an intern. I was sixteen at the time, just starting my internship. We went to India, and had a grand time. I was going through an odd phase at the time, and Spencer couldn't stand to be around me. Fluffs of pink in my hair and boys on the brain...he talked me out of it, thank God. Landing in the BAU, we argued for a moment before deciding on London, so we could all see Emily. Blake was even going with us, if only to see the sights. I'm surprised she didn't take her elusive other I've yet to meet. There was an incident before we went home to pack that night though.
"Aren't you glad we're going to see Emily?" Spencer asked. His hand was warm in mine, as we were strolling to the doors. I dared so much as to peck his cheek, letting my lips linger before I leaned down to smile back.
"I've never been happier," I swore in a whisper. He beamed.
"SSA Giry?" I spun to see Anderson skipping towards us.

Tringler...

"Miss Giry, the test results came back-"
"Anderson, I'm busy at the moment, can't this wait until I come back?" I asked, but it was more of a command as I stood angrily in front of him.
"SSA Giry, Mr. Heiderich is-"
"This can wait," I hissed through my teeth, turning and grabbing Reid.
"What was that?" he asked.
"It's nothing," I said quickly, holding in my tears.
I didn't want to know, not yet.
"Meg?" Spencer asked, turning to stop me.
"Darcy will be here soon," I said, holding a hand to my mouth to hide a sob, even though tears were pouring down my face. "We can't let him see us..."
"Meg-"
"Just go!" I burst, running past him.

I know he wouldn't have said anything if my emotions had been in check, but I couldn't keep them in check. This boy, who was probably my brother...I couldn't take that, not now. Not after everything was becoming perfect.
"You okay?"
I looked up at Spencer, and I could see his caring brown eyes in the shade. I smiled sadly, kissing his cheek.
"Of course," I mumbled, lips brushing his as I spoke.
"...You still won't tell me what's going on, will you?" he whispered. I looked away, sighing.
"I need to figure it out first. Let me sort it in my head, and then I'll tell you, okay?"
He smiled, nodding, bringing a hand up to stroke my cheek. "Take all the time you need," he whispered.
"I love you, baby," I mumbled, leaning in to bite his lower lip playfully. He smiled, getting more and more used to my antics.
"Love you, too."
I shivered, leaning down to kiss him fiercer.
"Uh, Miss?" I broke away from Spencer grudgingly, turning around to come face to face with a whore of a flight attendant.
"What?" I growled, ready to cat fight if need be.
"You can't do that here. There are children," she gestured to the little girl who had spilled water over Nessa's dress.
"I don't give a damn if the girl gets grossed out," I growled to the flight attendant.
"Meg," Spencer warned, touching my arm.
"I don't care! This is America! Who says I can't kiss you?"
"I do!" I the little girl--who was sitting behind me--popped up.
"Oh, shove it!"
She pouted. "I'm telling my Daddy," she tried.
"I'm sure he'll love it when you wake him up, brat. Doesn't daddy get upset when you do that? It's okay, I'm sure your nanny over there will soothe him in the bathroom."
Her eyes went wide, then she sunk back in her chair. The flight attendants eyes went wide before throwing her hands up and leaving.
"Meg!" Spencer said when I turned back to him, horror on her face.
"I have the gift of profiling, I used it," I smirked. He sighed, but I kissed him again and he was silenced.
"Meg, we know people here-" he mumbled while my lips were pressed against his.
"I don't care. I can't wait nine hours and fifteen freaking minutes to touch you..." I growled against his protests.
"Stop," he said, firmly, but his voice shook. I laughed at him trying to stop me.
"You know me," I told him. "I want something, I take it."
"Meg-"
"Ma'am!"
"Whaa-aat!" I spun on my heels.
"I have to ask you to stop!" the flight attendant tried again.
"Look, lady, no one can ever see us if they're behind us, these seats are freaking huge. Everyone else in row one are our friends!"
Penelope waved at me for help, and I waved back.
"No. Ma'am, you have to stop."
"Whose going to make me?" I smirked.
"The air marshal."
I raised my eyebrows. "Oh, yeah, I'm sure I'll get in big trouble!"
xxx
"I'm in here for PDA!! Really? Ugh, vous les Américains ignorants ... tu me rends malade. M'enfermant de l'amour vrai! Comment pouvez-vous vivre avec vous-mêmes!"
The air marshal raised his eyebrows.
"Sir, please. I'm an FBI agent."
"Can I see some credentials?" he asked.
I didn't say a word, just stuck out my handcuffed wrists. He sighed and let me loose so that I could pull my creds out of my pocket.
"Those were less because of the PDA and more of you being mouthy."
"Mouthy??" I screeched. "Really??"
"Yes. Do you know how much you talk?"
I glared.
"If you're going to lock anyone up, lock up that little brat behind me..." I grumbled.
He raised his eyebrows.
"Look, if I promise to be good, can I go sit back by my boyfriend? The relationship has to be kinda hush hush for...various reasons...and I'm taking him to see my mum, and this is one of the only times we can be together! Please!" I pulled a pout, and after a few minutes, the man sighed.
"Fine..."
"VICTOIRE!" I yelped with a fist pump. He stared.
"How did you get into the FBI? You're not from here."
I stuck out my tongue. "This is effing 'Murica."
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"I'm giving you a sedative, if you'll take it. Since you're that bored, Miss, I think sleeping will pass the time."
The flight marshal handed me a little pill, and I grumbled as I swallowed it down.
"How long should that last?" I heard Reid ask as I nuzzled into his arm.
"Oh, eight hours. Just enough for the flight."
I was asleep in no time.
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"Meg? Meg?"
I woke up with Spencer's hands on both my hips. He blushed and brought them back.
"I'm sorry!" he stuttered. "I was...I was just trying...er, we're landing, and you were asleep, so I was trying to put on your seat belt-"
"Spence, it's fine," I said, giggling and latching the belt together. "I'd be fine--and prefer--if you did it while I was conscious," I told him. His face darkened. I just realized how I must've embarrassed him kissing him in front of the whole plane like that. Just because I didn't care, didn't mean he didn't. I frowned at myself. He's thirty years old, and I know how he hates to admit he's with a girl whose still practically a teenager. I kicked myself mentally, and blushed too. Regardless, I pulled his hand into mine, kissing his palm.
The plane landed, and we descended, gathering our bags and looking around the airport. I heard before I saw.
"You got arrested for PDA, really?"
I spun on my heels, and burst into tears as I ran for my mother.
"Mummy!" I cried, yelping and jumping into her arms. She laughed, but continued to glare.
"PDA?" she asked again, glancing over at Spencer, glaring at him this time. He blushed, studying the ground. I turned to Garcia.
"I want your phone," I told her,"now."
She simply clutched her iPhone to her chest, pouting. I groaned.
"It wasn't that bad-" I tried, but Demy laughed behind me.
"Your tongue was down his throat the whole time!" she giggled. Emily's eyes went wide to glare at Spencer. I turned to Nessa, who mouthed,"Pain killers and Vodka" in my direction. I rolled my eyes.
Thank you, so much, Demy.
Demy laughed and continued on with,"And there was this little girl-"
"NO!" Nessa and I burst out at the same time. Emily stared before walking off, gesturing for us to follow.
"Yay! Big creepy vans!" Demy said, looking at the huge black beast with no windows before us. "I love big creepy vans!"
Emily opened the back, and we all crawled in.
"It was the only thing big enough I could rent that all of us could fit in," she said.
"I'll drive," Demy offered, but Morgan held her back.
"Why don't I?" Derek asked, stepping forward. I tried to get next to Reid, but he was some how pinched between Blake and Sofia. I groaned. Emily landed next to me though, and I wrapped my arms around her waist.
"Hi, mum," I whispered.
"Hi, baby," she mumbled back.
"So, French kissing, huh?"
I smiled. "It's good to be back."
"Uh-huh...Just make sure Reid knows I have a jar on my desk awaiting his balls."
He looked over at me, smiling.
It's good to be back.

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DEMY'S POV

The plane ride. Was the best thing. Ever.
I couldn't even see straight. It was soooo fuuunnnn!!! And then there was a big creepy van! It was just, like, awesome! But Morgan wouldn't let me freakin' drive! Like WTF! I'm an awesome driver! It's the other people in the country who can't drive! They use the freaking wrong side of the road! I didn't know if they we're stupid or just full of more vodka than I was.
What I did know, though, was that I needed to go do something fun with Nessa and Meg. Show them how to reeeaally have some fun. But what was there to do in London? I'd never been there, so I had no idea what our options were. I had heard of one place, though, that someone had told me about before. But what was it...? I had to think about it for a while, in my foggy state of mind.
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"Bloomsbury Bowling Lanes!" I announced later that evening, when I finally figured out the name. I got out my phone to look for directions to the place.
"Huh?" Nessa asked.
"Yup. We're going," I said, paying no attention. "Come on." I grabbed Meg by the wrist and Nessa by the belt and dragged them out the hotel door.
"You girls gonna party?" Penelope laughed.
"Yup!" I replied, shutting the door behind me.
"Have fun!" I heard from the other side of the door.
Meg twisted her wrist of out my grip. "What the heck, Demy?" she demanded, obviously upset about being away from Spencer.
I gripped her shoulder, glaring intensely at her. "We're gonna have fun and you're gonna like it," I growled. I let go of her, my scowl changing into a smile as I continued to drag a protesting Nessa down the hallway. Meg followed along, begrudgingly.
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"Woah..." we all said in unison as we walked into the Bloomington Bowl.
This place was probably the coolest thing I've seen in my life. Excluding big scary vans. Okay, no, I'm kidding. This place was easily the most freaking awesome thing ever.
"Why can't America have this crap!" I shouted, eyes wide.
There were bowling lanes, a bar (YES!), rooms off to the side for karaoke, and a diner.
I could tell that Meg was happy that she came. She was just about as giddy as I'd ever seen her. Scratch that. When she was younger she was always giddy. But still, she was pretty excited.
Nessa grimaced a little when she saw the bowling lanes. Crap. Of course I would bring the armless girl to a bowling alley! What a genius I am!
She brightened up when she saw the karaoke rooms. "This will be awesome."
"That's the spirit!" I giggled, then glanced over at the bar. "Well, if we're gonna do karaoke..."
"Demy...?" Meg said, following my gaze.
"Karaoke is no fun unless you're drunk!" I exclaimed. "Come on!" I dashed over to the bar, Nessa and Meg trailing behind me at a slower pace.
"Meg and I are underage!" Nessa shouted above the noise of the crowd.
"Chill out! We're not in America! Do what you want!" I said, though I wasn't even sure if there were different laws about drinking here, but who cares!
Meg looked warily at all of the alcoholic drinks. I knew she was thinking about it.
"You know you wanna," I said in a sing-song voice. "Come on, Meggieee...!"
Nessa rolled her eyes. "Well I'm not going to. As for Meg..."
"Fine," Meg said, crossing her arms and giving me a smirk, narrowing her eyes. "Get me a drink and I'll do it."
"That's my girl!" I cheered, going to get her and myself a cocktail.
I came back with her drink and handed it to her, staring intently as she put it to her lips. The whole thing was gone in about 5 seconds.
I raised my eyebrows. "Alrighty then, bigshot," I laughed, downing my drink. "How about another round?"
"You're on," she said, accepting my challenge.
"This can't end well..." Nessa sighed, shaking her head.
This time I came back with two more cocktails. Meg and I raced to see who could drink it the fastest. I won this round. Meg won the next. And then the one after that. After that, I won one, then she won the rest. I figured by that time, her blood to alcohol ratio was WAYYY over the legal limit in America. Or probably anywhere.
"Come on," Meg mumbled, tripping over herself. "That all you got, Demmm...?"
"I think that's quite enough," Nessa said.
I laughed at Meg's drunken state and hoped that that wasn't how I was acting.
She hiccuped and then started giggling. "I'm a ballerinaaaaa..."
"Oh, lord..." I laughed. "I love drunk Meg."
"You two should've quit a long time ago!" Nessa scolded.
"Ah, she's fine," I assured, watching her dance wildly in the middle of a group of people. "Look, she's having the time of her life."
"Demy..."
"Alright, alright, I'll go get her and we'll go," I said, then took another look at Meg. "... Right after I do this." I pulled my phone out of my pocket and started recording her.
"She's gonna kill you," Nessa warned.
"Well, this is her punishment for drinking underaged!" I giggled.
"You're screwed up..."
"Thanks," I hiccuped.
Meg kept on with her dancing until she bumped into some guy and fell down. He expanded a hand to help her up and she took it, then stared at him for a long time.
"Omigod you're Robert Pattinson!!" She squealed. I took a closer look at the guy. Yup. It was definitely the gay vampire.
He got a little creeped out by Meg. "Er... Yeah. You a fan?" he asked.
She leaned close to him, putting on a very big and scary smile. "I will bear your children," she whispered.
"Ehh... Okay..." he stuttered, very very afraid of Meg and trying to escape her grip.
"Hold on!" she demanded. "Imma give you my number!"
He held up his hands and tried to give her a reassuring smile. "Uhh, no, that's okay. I'm good--"
"No! I want you to have it!" she begged, putting on her best, not creepy smile.
He took another glance at her. "You knoow," he said, smiling sincerely, seeming to be giving her another chance. "You're kinda pretty--"
And that's when Meg threw up all over Robert Pattinson.
And I got it all on video.
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NESSAS POV
While a drunk Meg was fun, lugging said drunk home and into bed was not.
She put a mighty effort into not going home but we had a secret weapon to get her home.
Emily Prentess
All it took was a very scream filled cell phone call and some apologies from Demy.
Sitting in our hotel room if was pretty funny listening to Emmy and Demy's convo.
Demy: Ummm.........Emily......we need........that is to say.........so would you consider.........drinking.........non cooperative.............scandalous...knew you wouldn't approve...............puked on Robert Pattenson.
Emily: Dear quit mumbling like a high bitch. Oh my god is that why you called? Are you high? Do I need to send you to rehab? Oh my god! We got another druggie in the BAU!! How do I tell Hotch? Oh my god! Are all three of you high? Can the armless girl even do drugs? Oh my god, does that mean Meg is a druggie? Is my baby girl a druggie? I feel faint!
Deciding to explain before we all got sent to rehab I motioned for Demy's Bluetooth.
Nessa: No we aren't high. Demy was just scared to tell you. We need someone to drive us home as I can't drive and I'm the only safe one.
Emily: Just have Meg drive.
Nessa: Well here is the thing. She's kinda drunk off her ass as is Demy.
Emily: WHAT THE HELL?? MY NINETEEN YEAR OLD DAUGHTER IS SLIZZERED?!?!?!?!!!?!?!?!!!?!?! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Nessa: Demy kinda bought her in excess of 15 drinks.............."
Emily: YOU GIRLS ARE SO DEAD WHEN I GET YOU!!! AND HOW COULD YOU LET HER DRINK?!?!?!?!
Nessa: Now you know I can't control Meg! As stupid as the decisions she makes are I still have no control over her.
Demy grabbed the phone and started mumbling apologies into it.
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As we waited outside the bowling alley, I stared at Meg and Demy talking by the doors. It was drizzling and I hadn't had time to grab my coat out of my bag before we came to the alley.
Shivering, I sat on the bench and pulled my knees to my chest.
Demy was making wide gestures with her arms and Meg looked about ready to keel over.
With a lurch she lunged at the trash can and heaved up the drinks she had just consumed.
She patted the side of the trash can and started talking to it.
"Good Edward! Your always there to catch my puke! And another thing. Can you smell my periods? Do you put tampons in water to make tea? Do you eat them as appetizers?"
Laughing hysterically she fell on her butt and started rocking back and forth mumbling
"Don't take my tampons Edward! Let me bear your children just don't take the tampons!"
I chuckled and Demy watched in gross fascination.
"That's gross! Hilarious but gross!"
She looked vaguely green and I prayed for Emily to drive faster.
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Meg's POV
I opened my eyes to a bed I'd never been in, groggy and tired, regardless that I had seemingly just been asleep.
"Wha-?" I asked, sitting up, but I yelped as I fell back down, the room spinning and my brain seemingly being pinched and squashed by an invisible force.
"Don't sit up to fast," a soothing voice warned, strong, gentle hands holding my shoulders. I felt my stomach heave, and my eyes went wide, cheeks puffing.
"I'm gonna-"
But the hands turned me over the side of the bed, holding a bucket for me, rubbing patterns into my back. I layed down with my eyes closed.
"Can you close the blinds?" the voice asked again.
Spencer...
I tried to smile, but couldn't.
"Spence?" I tried to mumbled, but just ended up throwing up again.
"Shhh, you're okay. Don't try to talk, just lay down. Close your eyes. "
I did as he said, and I felt his soft hand slip into mine. I couldn't fully grip it. What was wrong with me?
"Wha happened?" I mumbled, the pain in my head returning.
"Demy took you for a girls night out," Spencer mumbled, voice coated with amusement.
"And it gave me the flu?" I could hardly talk, my throat was so dry. My mouth had a bitter taste to it, and as much as I clicked my tongue it wouldn't go away. At least I could talk without dry heaving.
I heard him laugh again.
"Dear, you don't have the flu..."
"Then what the bloody hell-"
"It's a hangover, now get some sleep and shut up."
I only registered two things. One being: Emily. Emily was in the room, somewhere in the corner, and she had been the one to turn off the blistering lights. But why was her tone so cold? Two being what was really the only thing on my mind at the moment:
"Hangover?"
The shock and guilt made my stomach churn, and Spencer held a bucket for me to dry heave into again.
"Sorry," I sputtered as he helped me back to a laying position. I opened my eyes finally, squinting into the dark. Spencer was leaning over me, smiling sadly, but his eyes were glowing with what I hoped to be his happy to see me recovering slowly.
"Don't be. Just relax. Calm down. Slow your breathing, and don't get anxious or uneasy. You'll feel that way for a while, but don't worry. No one wants to make you feel that way. When you're ready, talk about it." His voice was muffled as he turned away from me, but I heard him ask Emily to get me some water.
The tap hummed in the background, making my ears ring, but Spencer's thumb running circles over my palm numbed the pain.
"Hi, baby," he whispered. Had I heard right? Did he call me baby? Spencer never called me anything but Meg, but maybe here in the dark he could whisper things he couldn't whisper in the light.
"Hi," I whispered back, squeezing his hand.
"You're getting better already. You'll be standing within the hour, I think."
A wave of vertigo washed through me, jerking my body just thinking of moving.
Spencer brushed my messy hair with his hand,"Maybe not."
"...I got drunk?" I asked. He shrugged, still smiling.
"Technically, the legal age for buying alcohol in London is 18. You're almost 20. It's all good. But really, you could consume it at five in the home without it being illegal."
I sat on that for a moment. "That's fucked up."
He pursed his lips, hiding a smile. "I think some of it is still effecting your brain."
"Probably," I replied.
"...I watched the tape," he whispered, looking away.
"Huh?" I asked. He looked up at me.
"I guess you don't remember....After you were drunk, Demy recorded something..."
I tried to sit up against his protests, and succeeded.
"What?"
He pursed his lips. "I'll let you watch it once you're feeling better," he promised.
I groaned.
Emily came in, and I wanted to get a look at her face, but she turned away after handing the water to Spencer.
"Drink this and try to get some sleep."
I complied, but found the bed cold and uncomfortable. Spencer saw this.
"Anything I can do?" he whispered awkwardly. I smiled.
"Hop in with me?"
He glared.
"Just to cuddle," I said smiling, using my best cutesy pathetic voice.
He sighed. "Meg-"
"Just to cuddle," I reiterated, pouting. I may not have been very attractive right now, but I knew Spencer hated to see me upset, and he knew I would get upset. He sighed, asking me to scoot over. I let him in behind me, and turned so we were face to face. He pulled away when I tried to kiss him.
"What?"
"You reek like whiskey."
I frowned. "I didn't drink whiskey!...I think..."  he laughed, and told me some things that happened the night before, and as I slept, they came back to me, slowly.
"And we...are the champions! You are the losers, 'cause we are the champions-"
"Meg-"
"OF THE WORLD!"
Demy had her arms slung around my shoulders, and I copied her position as we both played airguitar across our chests, stumbling in.
"What?"
Most of the BAU was sitting in Emily's living room, watching a movie, and we'd interrupted.
"WHOOPS!" Demy said, shushing me. "We're interrupting. SORRY! KEEP GOING ON WITH YOUR BUSINESS!"
Demy ran into something, and I slipped down in front of the wall, smiling.
"'Cause you are the losers..."
"Meg?"
"Spencer!" I said, jumping, but Morgan caught me around the waist, and brought me close to him.
"Whoa, Derek, I love you bro, but I'm dating Spencer."
"Meg-"
"I mean, bro, don't get me wrong, you're a hot piece of sexual chocolate, but you're my bro. Bros don't sleep with bros. It's like a fuck buddy. I am...no man's fuck buddy..." I mumbled, head rolling back.
"Meg, why are you acting like that?" Spencer asked.
"I ain't drunk, what are you talkin' 'bout, mother effer?" I asked, and then proceeded to vomit on Emily's throw rug.
"She smells like booze, and hard core booze," Derek mumbled as my knees gave out, and I slumped to the floor.
"They're drunk..." Emily mumbled, taking off her gloves and scarf. Where was my coat? Was it on? I looked down, but couldn't see straight. "All except for Nessa. Apparently SSA Nom decided to engage my daughter in a drinking contest."
"AND I WOOOONNNN!" I screamed. Spencer stared, eyes wide with concern. 
"How many drinks did you have?" he asked.
"I dunno...five...or seventeen..."
"Meg!"
I giggled. "You shouldda been there...there was dancing and booze...boy, do I loooovvvveee booze...and men-"
"Men?" he asked. Demy burst into laughter, hiccuping several times.
"Yeah! I got it aaalllll on tape!"
Reid paled.
"Sppeeennncceeerrrr," I moaned, draping my arms around his neck. "I'm tired....will you go to bed with me?"
His face turned red, and his hands were groping me, trying to find some place on my body to grasp to support my weight. Lucky for me, it was my ass. I smiled.
"Pleeeaaaasssee," I mumbled.
"Meg-"
"Just to cuddle-"
"Why don't I take you to bed?" Emily growled, removing my wrist from his neck, straightening me with her glare.
"Meg, I can't believe you," she reprimanded me.
"Can't believe what, Mom? That I had fun? Yeah, I had fun. I haven't had fun...hell, I haven't had fun since that India trip. After that it was school, school, work, work. I work and work and work! I have all these guy problems!" I growled, waving my arms madly. Spencer pouted. "Oh...not you, baby."
"Meg, get upstairs now...do you have any idea how disappointed I am in you? Very, Meg. Very."
I pursed my lips. "...You know, I can live with that."
Emily stared for a moment, before walking off, high heels clicking away until a door slammed shut.
Demy looked at me. "Now you've done it. We're all screwed. You couldda played innocent school girl and say I spiked your drink but someone had to grow a pair...I love you drunk. When you're old enough, girl, we're drinking buddies."
"Didn't stop you tonight..." I grumbled, leaning against the bar.
"C'mon," Penelope said. "Let's get you to bed. Sexual chocolate, help me get them to bed."
Derek frowned. "Thank you, Meg, for the new nickname."
"Anytime..." I mumbled before passing out on the carpet.
"Tringler..." I mumbled as I woke. Spencer's hand was resting on my shoulder, and another on my waist, while his head was on my back. He was sleeping better than I was.
"Thirsty?" Emily whispered. She was sitting in a chair next to the bed, no expression, just holding a glass of water.
"Thanks," I mumbled, drinking laying down. Not easy, and I did not stay dry in the splash zone. I handed her the cup.
"Emily?" I whispered.
"Yes?"
"...I'm sorry...about what I said last night. It does matter, that you're disappointed in me. It kills me. I'm...so sorry....please forgive me."
Emily smiled, petting my hair. "You just had to ask, sweetie. But you know...A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts," she said, glancing through her lashes.
"Well that's men and they are all fucktards."
"I don't appreciate the use of that word, young lady."
I pouted. "But it's the evil drink of society doing it to my brain," I crooned,"I'm not in control right now."
"...You're screwed up, you know that, right?"
I laughed.
"...He really does love you, doesn't he?" she asked, glancing over at him.
I nodded. "I love him too. I think he's really the one, Mum. He just...he's so perfect. I don't think he'll marry me, but for some reason...I'm fine with it. That's how much I love him. I don't need a ring, I just need this," I whispered, touching his hands gingerly.
"...He hasn't slept with me yet, by the way."
"I was worried to leave you two alone today, what with your judgement impaired."
I pursed my lips. "I don't think a mind-blowing orgasm would help the mother of all headaches either," I said.
She stared. "Never say that again, or the jar comes out."
I burst into laughter. "Mum!"
"Just warn him about the jar..." she said in a sing-song voice. "I'm surprised how well he took to the tape..."
"What bloody tape! I haven't even seen it! I don't remember a lick of last night at the bar! I remember walking in and then...nothing. Nothing at all."
"...You'll watch it later."
Emily leaned down to kiss my forehead. "I love you, sugar. And don't forget the jaaa-aaar."
"Mum!"
Once Emily left, Spencer stirred.
"Will you tell me about the tape?"
He shook his head. "Can you tell me about the jar?"
I just laughed.
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"Turn it off, I don't want to see this-"
"You have to watch what you did!" Demy said, holding out the camera for me again, so I could watch. I stared.
"Is that Robert Freaking Pattinson???"
"Shhh! Listen!"
"And I will bare you're children," Past me whispered. I put my head in my hands.
"Mother of God..."
"Hold on, this is the good part!"
I watched in horror.
"Well, at least he has your number for the dry cleaning."
"Shut up, sexual chocolate."



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Nessa's POV
Laying in the king bed me and dad shared , I listened to the commotion downstairs as they watched the video.
I had been put on room arrest for allowing Meg to get that buzzed without calling them. Then when I asked how I was supposed to call them they accused me of back sassing.
Penny had been the only one for me and she wasn't exactly the biggest help. She had no computers on her so she couldn't affect them.
Listening closer the only words I made out were sexual chocolate. What the hell? When it was repeated I could only assume it was a nickname.
I looked out the window at the gloomy London landscape and there was nothing to really look at. And as I couldn't get anything to do, I was kinda stuck.
I looked over and noticed dad had left his phone on the bedside table ,so being the snooping daughter I was I picked it up with my mouth. Dragging it to the bed I used my nose to hit the home button. The first thing that greeted my eyes was a picture of Jack and I posed together. It had been taken at Hailey's grave and it was when we had dressed it with flowers for her birthday.
Flipping to photos I looked at a bunch I the team, me, jack, and Beth. But there was an interesting one of a older man and a lady that I assumed was his wife. They looked vaguely familiar and I looked closer. The man had a strong face with graying hair that had obviously been black. The woman had dark hair and well manicured nails. Dressed in Sunday best they looked the image of the perfect couple. But closer look could indicate a lot more. Faded bruises dotted the woman's collar line and thick makeup obviously concealed a black eye. Light brushing covered her wrists in finger shapes.
Holding in a gasp at the damage, I failed to hear the door open.
A large warm hand grabbed my shoulder and a heavy weight caused the bed to dip. It pulled me onto its lap and grabbed the phone from in front of me. Turning I see dad behind me with a sullen expression on his face.
Nodding toward the phone I ask in an off handed manner,
"Who's the couple?"
Gritting his teeth he flips through the phone to another picture. Two teen boys now stand with the slightly younger couple and the same bruises cover the eldest. Only more pronounced with the lack of makeup.
It obvious who it is and I think back to the stories he told me the first year I moved here.
We had been visiting India and I snuck away from the group to buy a scarf I saw for Demy. Dad hadn't noticed and they continued on.
I had found the stall but without hands I couldn't give the money. The keeper grabbed my wallet and threw me in the back of his stall.
At this point Dad had noticed and left the rest of the team to find me. He walked by all the stalls and at this point I was screaming for help.
Hearing a scream he investigated and found me.
He had taken me back to the hotel room sans the scarf and I thought for sure he was going to beat me.
Having learned from Frex that beatings were for every misbehavior I locked myself down. That mode I had adapted for every time Frex raised his hand.
When Hotch lifted his hand up , to rub his face, I thought the smack was coming and flinched back into the pillows. He had dropped by my side and wrapped me in his arms.
He explained that he didn believe in corporal punishment after his childhood and that he never even spanked Jack.
That surprised me and I inquired into his childhood. He explained his daily beatings and I revealed the extent of mine. The thin scars that ran down my back from the metal cane. The burns from cigarettes applied to my skin. The words carved on my back. He showed me his scars. Much like mine.
Sighing, I cuddled back against him and drifted off.
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Giggling at Emily's joke, I say forward.
Meg was sleeping off the alcohol and Demy was too.
I had been given early parol and was joining them for dinner. They decided on Emily's favorite pub and we were leaving soon. We had decided grease wasn't ideal for a hangover so we left salad ingredients in the fridge and now we were leaving for the pub.
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Laughing at the Robert Pattinson scene, Meg blushed a deep maroon.
I pulled myself off the couch and wondered into the office room.
Pictures of Meg covered the surface of every available space in the room. From pictures of her when she first came, to her citizenship test, to her graduation from high school. All were documented.
A stirring from the desk indicated a presence besides mine.
Looking up into the dark eyes of one Emily Prentess.

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DEMY'S POV


"So," I laughed, turning off the video. "How ya like that, Meggers?"
"Give me the phone. Now," she demanded, clawing desperately.
"Ah, ah, ahhh," I sung, holding the phone up and out of her reach. It sure is handy being tall.
"Give it to me, Demy!!"
I feigned pondering and after a few minutes handed her the phone.
Meg snatched it away and frantically started pressing buttons to delete the video. With a sigh of relief, she handed back the phone. "Phew..."
I just grinned smugly and put the phone back in my pocket.
Her smile faded as she saw my face. "What?" she snapped. "I deleted the video. Why are you happy?"
I burst into laughter. "Oh, no reason. But, beforehand, I sent it to Nessa. And Penny, and the sexual chocolate. And Reid."
Meg's eyes widened. "Everyone give me your phones. Now."
"Oh, one more thing," I snickered. "Right after I recorded it, I uploaded it to YouTube." I immediately ran into another room and locked the door behind me, laughing hysterically.
It wasn't two seconds later that Meg was banging on the door shouting various things in French, which I assumed were obscenities.
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The next morning I still had a headache. Maybe it was because of Meg beating on the door all night. She was still pissed at me and refused to talk to me. I decided a nice walk through the city would calm her down. But, for some reason, everyone was opposed to me choosing what to do.
Either way, I dragged her with me.
"I'm sure we'll find some fun stores or something, Meg," I coaxed.
She just had her head hung, not responding. I took that as an, 'Alright! Let's do this biotches!!'
We walked down the streets all morning, with not much excitement. She just wanted to go back and flirt with Spencer, which was to be expected. She seemed very troubled, but I supposed that that was understandable....
"Demy... I'm really not in the mood for this..." she groaned.
I sighed. "I'll take the video off YouTube, okay!?" I got out my phone and opened the video on YouTube. My eyes widened. 100,640,594 views... Oh my... I only posted it the night before last... And it already... Dear Lord.... That many people had seen Meg throwing up on Robert Pattinson...
"What's that face about?" Meg asked after I had been staring at the phone for a good minute.
"N-Nothing!" I stuttered, shoving the phone back in my pocket. "Yeah, you're right. This isn't fun. Let's go."
"Okay...?" She looked to a path to the left. "I think this way is faster."
"'Kay." I hoped Meg wouldn't check YouTube... Ever. I followed Meg absentmindedly, but happened to see something when I glanced ahead. There was a newsstand, with all kinds of newspapers, magazines, and tabloids on display. A particular one caught my eye. One with a familiar-looking blonde. Puking.
And, wouldn't you know, Meg saw it too.
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Meg's POV
"Omigod," I whispered hoarsely, staring at the tabloid.
"...Meg?" Demy whispered.
"Omigod...Omigod!!"
"Did you not hear about that? Some little weird fan came up to Robert Pattinson at a bowling alley and threw up all over him. Have you seen the video yet? It's on YouTube. Wanna buy a--Hey...is that...you?"
"No," I said quickly. "No, no it's not. How much for one?" I asked stumbling for change in my dress pockets.
"Five pounds."
"Bloody hell, do you take American money? I don't know what it goes over to, but I should believe a ten would cover it," I said, shoving the bill his way. He smiled, taking it from me as I pulled the tabloid open, yanking it to the story page.
"While Robert Pattinson was staying with friends in London, he decided to go to Bloomsbury Bowls, a popular spot among celebrities in our lovely city. Little did he know a crazy American fan came upon him...the YouTube video posted just a few days ago, shaky and filled with giggling, has reached over 100,000,000 views?!" I glared over at Demy, eyes wide.
"That is you, isn't, darling?" the man asked again.
"Hush up!" I commanded.
"Damn, damn, damn!" I screamed.
"Meg-"
"Take me home," I told Demy, holding my still heavy head.
Her brown eyes pleaded sadly at me. "Meg, please-"
"Now!"
The cab ride back to Emily's was quiet, until Demy finally spoke up.
"Are you mad at me?"
It took me a moment before sighing to respond.
"I'm not mad...This is all my own fault. I'm just embarrassed. And...I don't care what other people think, I'm just upset my friends have to look at this. Spence especially. I'm his girlfriend...and I totally fangasmed all over Rpattz. It's not fair to him--no matter how hot the celeb was. What if--theoretically--Rob was drunk too? What if--hypothetically--I'd gone home with him? All the things that could've happened...."
Demy laughed. "Spencer doesn't care."
I sighed. "He never does. I could get away with murder and still be perfect--Hell, I have. I just...I almost wish he would yell at me. I can't stand it. I know he must be upset with me, but he won't. It just...ugh." I flopped back into my seat.
"Miss?" I looked up to the cab driver as we stopped at a red light.
"Hmm?"
"You wouldn't happen to be the girl who tossed her chips all over Robert Pattinson, would ya?"
I glared. "Drive, will you?"
He frowned, clearly unhappy with my information, before turning around.
"He just wants to make you happy," she said, patting my back.
"But I don't make him happy? What good do I do for anyone? They all must be so ashamed of me. Spencer, Emily, Darcy, Alfons-"
I stopped, mid sentence, with Demy staring curiously at me, and my reaction to my own slip-up hadn't helped.
"Alfons?"
I looked over at her. "If I tell you something, you have to swear on your life not to tell."
She pursed her lips. "It depends-"
"Promise," I insisted, holding out my pinkie finger. "Double delta nu sister swear."
"What?" she sat back.
I sighed. "Just promise."
She reluctantly did, and I told her everything about Al, about he and Vic, and how Anderson had come up to me, trying to tell me the test results. She stared.
"...Do you think he's your half brother?" she asked. I pursed my lips.
"I don't know. I want to, but there are so many people that lie..."
She nodded.
"But there was something very honest about him. I trusted him. I really did. He looks just like me," I laughed.
"...If it's positive, I may be spending some time with he and Vic. I dunno...call me crazy, but I want to trust him."
She smiled. "If that's what you want."
"You can't tell a soul," I said seriously, sitting forward.
"I can't. I double dee-dee boo sister swore," she said, smiling. I laughed.
"Close enough."
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Smiling up at Emily, she sat on the couch next to me. I grinned in her face and she smiled that concealed smirk she had mastered.
"And how are you today Emmy?"
"I'm fine Nessarose."
Shit. The full name. Not Ness, or Nessie, or Nay Nay as Garcia had once called me.
Smiling obliviously at her, I continued talking.
"So where are Demy and Meg?"
"Out."
Cryptic, I thought. I remembered that they had planned to go shopping and tour London.
Ever since Demy had come back, I had been spending more time with dad and Garcia, then people my own age. I'm sure I lost all conversational skills for people my own age.
I couldn't remember the last time I had a conversation with Meg that wasn't drunk or a few simple sentences. And me and Demy had never had any lenghty conversations.
When Demy had started interning, I had just been adopted and I didn't talk much to anybody. And now. her and Meg were always together.
Sliding down on the couch, I stared up at Em. She was watching me with those piercing eyes and i shivered uncomfortably.
She glanced at me and resumed speaking.
"So how long have Meg and Spencer acted like this? I mean even before they were officially dating? Meg won't admit that anything happened before this. And what happened to Darcy?"
I wasn't sure how to answer the last question because I wasn't sure how Emmy would react to the information I had.
"They've been flirty ever since Meg started interning with us. And they aren't "officially" dating. Her and Darcy aren't.....................................technically................................. broken up."
Emmy stared wide eyed at me and I had the sense that Meg hadn't talked to her at all.
I wondered how Meg would react to me telling Emily about her private life.
Staring down at the floor, I felt warm tears build up in my eyes. Why am I such a snitch?
Feeling tears drip down my nose they fell against my powder blue dress. Light splotches dotted my skirt.
Standing up I ran out the door. I headed for her back yard and sat on her swing.
A large wicker swing, topped with a cushion. it was comfortable and quiet.
I stared out at the London skyline and followed it around.
Suddenly a large glass circle filled my eye. It moved slowly but was obviously making a circle.
I thought back to my world history class and tried to match it.
Nothing stuck out in my mind and I tried to remember what Garcia told me about London.
Suddenly I remembered what it was called. The London Eye.
A huge Ferris wheel of sorts.
It was the perfect place to see all of London. The perfect meeting spot for all of us.
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So that was how I found myself in Penny's lair.
Being shoved into a white skirt and a navy blue tank top.
Then the worst part. Heels. heels that boosted me up several inches too far.
I wasn't short but I wasn't the tallest in my class.
But these were ridiculous.
They made me at least five inches taller than normal.
She was convinced I needed to meet an English boy, because in her words,
"They're English so they MUST be gentlemen!! They would at least be better than Robert."
I flinched at the mention of my ex and pulled my legs up underneath me and sat back, avoiding the heels on my shoes.
The only part of the outfit I liked was my hair.
I had liked my hair Demy's color and I had dyed it a shade or two lighter than her's.
With its natural curliness, I liked it hanging free. It distracted from my pinched, narrow face, and thin stretched looking body. My stomach looked like the skin had simply stretched over it. My ribs popped and were scarily visible.
I shuddered at myself in the mirror and skipped down the stairs so we could meet up with Demy and Meg.

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DEMY'S POV

The fact that Meg could have a half-brother... Woah.
The fact that Meg expected me not to tell anyone... Freaking double woah. Like I wasn't going to tell anyone. Okay, no, I guessed I wouldn't. I double-do-da-blah-blah-blah swore to Meg that I wouldn't. I really wanted to meet this Alfons guy, though.
A long awkward silence hung in the air after the conversation about the possibility of Alfons being Meg's half-brother. I didn't really think Meg wanted to talk anyway. She obviously had a lot on her mind, including the whole fiasco involving Robert Pattinson.
We eventually got back to Emily's place and I paid the cab driver. We ran into Nessa at the door. Literally.
As she was skipping out, I opened the door and knocked girl on her butt.
"Ness!!" I screeched in surprise, scurrying to help her up.
"Are you alright?" Meg asked.
"Awesome," Nessa said, wincing, regaining her balance.
"I'm so sorry!!" I said frantically.
"It's fine," Ness replied. "It's these freaking heels."
I inspected her shoes. "I see this is Penny's doing," I laughed.
"So, where were you going?" Meg asked.
"To find you guys," Ness answered.
"Oh," I sighed. "Sorry for leaving without you. I was just trying to make amends with Meg real quick, but..." I pulled out my phone and went to the website of the tabloid we had seen, then showed the latest headline to Nessa.
"Yikes..." she mumbled, then looked at Meg. She tried to change the subject. "So! Who wants to go to the London Eye?"
I smiled. "That sounds like fun, right Meg?" I said, hoping that this little excursion would be better than the last two. Maybe everything would go better because it wasn't my idea...
"Yeah," Meg replied, a bit reluctantly. I could tell that she was a little wary of going anywhere with me.
Wow. I couldn't think of a single time when something of my doing had gone right. Dang.
"Alright, let's go!" I cheered, marching forward to go flag down a cab. I stopped and turned around, going back over to Ness and Meg. "Maaaayyybe you two should lead. I'll stay behind you and be quiet."
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Meg's POV
When I was a little girl, I was desperately afraid of heights. Horribly. Wandering around the Opera House with Christine, the beams and rafters always seemed too rickty and and unstable. Crawling down into the depths of the Opera, descending down the stone stairways, I was desperately afraid of falling. On the India Trip, Demy, Nessa, and I had ridden a roller coaster (Much to Nessa's horror, she had to be strapped in a little tighter and with an extra strap) and I'd gotten over it, riding about twenty or so more before the day ended.
Riding the London eye, I didn't deny that butterflies were in my stomach. It was somehow just the three of us in the huge glass pod, twirling slowly round and round. I sat on the bench in the middle, glancing outside.
"Okay, what's up?" Nessa asked, eyeing me while leaning against the glass.
I sighed, chin resting on my fists. "I miss Spencer," I grumbled.
She rolled her eyes.
"The only time I've spent with him this whole trip was being unconscious on his arm and having the worst hangover ever! I really wanted to talk with him, and Emily, about...I don't know, us. Our future. I have no idea what that is."
Demy's hands flew to her face and squeeled. "Reid babies!!"
I facepalmed, but imaged myself pregnant with his child. I had to hold my palm to my lips after this, to cover my smile.
"Tell you what," Nessa said,"Demy's done what she wants, I've done what I want, how about you spend the rest of the night with Reid after this."
I frowned. "Oh, Nessa, that's not fair. There's got to be more you want to do!"
"We have a whole week," she said, smiling at me. I looked at Demy, who nodded in encouragement.
"I dunno," I said. "I don't want to use my time for Spencer. How about we have a real girls night tomorrow. We'll go shopping and go to some restaurants, pick up some men. Well, you will," I said, staring at the ground. "I've had enough men of London, I believe."
Demy laughed. "You say that now."
"It's not my fault I'm extremely attracted to the English!!" I pouted.
"Alright, sounds like a plan," Nessa said as our pod came to a hault, and the door swinging open. We all hopped out and headed home.
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We had supper at Emily's, and all of us fitting at her table required a recliner, a step stool, and three folding chairs, but we managed.
Departing for our rooms for the night, I realized the only time I'd spent in bed was when I was drunk out of my mind.
"Emily?" I asked my mother as we were putting away dishes.
"Yeah?"
"Where's my room?" I sounded sheepish in my own ears, and I knew she heard it too as her eyebrows rose.
"Spencer will show you," she said. "Go on to bed, you're tired. I'll finish here."
"Thanks, Mom," I said, planting a kiss on her cheek before skipping off.
As I expected, Spencer was sitting in the corner of the living room absorbed in a book, rubbing his eyes. Derek was passed out in the recliner, the football game on the tv. I shut it off, and stalked over quietly to Spencer, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Migraine?" I asked quietly. He nodded.
I kissed his temple. "Anything I can do?"
He sat up, rubbing his palms on his khakis and folding the book closed.
"It'll go away," he assured, but I could tell it was bothering him.
"If I could take it away, I would," I promised, sitting on his lap, fusing my lips gently with his. I pulled away, smiling sadly. He looked shocked from me, to his hands, which had boldly grasped my waist. I smiled.
"I like when you kiss me," I said as he removed his hands. "You stop thinking and do whatever you want."
His face flushed, embarrassed.
"I like it," I assured. He laughed, still flustered.
"Where's my room?" I asked, still perched on the arm of the chair.
Spencer stared for a moment, before popping up, thinking again. I loved the effect I had on him.
He led me up the stairs and into a room with one large bed scooted against the wall, the sheets ruffled. On the couch were several suitcases, two were closed, while one was open as clothes were strone this way and that. A glass of water sat on the nightstand while a chair was on the other side of it.
"We have the wrong room," I said, turning, but Spencer was blocking the frame.
"No, this is it."
"Someone's stuff is here," I said. I swear, though a genius, he sometimes lacked common sense. I guess that was the pot calling the kettle black, huh?
"Meg, it's my stuff."
I stared for a moment, before the 'holy crap' moment hit.
Spencer expected it, and shut the door behind him, leading me into the room.
"We...we're...she's letting us..."
"Share a room," he supplied, removing his tie. I looked over.
"And a bed."
He smiled slightly, slinking his shirt off his shoulders. I smiled. I loved when I saw Reid in his little undershirts. It just made every part of me giddy. He stared towards the bathroom, new clothes in hand when I stopped him.
"Why won't you change in front of me?" I pouted. He blinked.
"Well, you're just changing you're pants, aren't you? Can't I see you in your underwear?"
He blushed red.
"Don't you dare be embarrassed in front of me, Spencer Walter Reid. I swear. If it makes you that uncomfortable, I'll change too."
Maybe I was a little pushy. Maybe I sounded like a pushy teenage girl. This wasn't me just wanting to see Spence undress--that was about 50% of it. The other fifty was me wanting him to trust me. Spencer got so embarrassed around me and others, it bothered me. Especially around me. I mean, if we're going to be partners, I think I should be able to see his kneecaps.
I stalked over to my metal suitcase, opening the lid and pulling out a thin nightgown. It didn't bother me that this was see-through when I packed it. I thought I would be rooming alone, and if with someone else, probably Nessa or Demy. Now, I was in a room with my boyfriend. Crap, I have to sleep in my bra. Can you get a disease from that? I think Sorelli told me that. Might not be best to take medical advice from the sex-queen of my freshman year. If I had a dollar for ever time she'd sexiled me....
Regardless, I undid my braid, my gold hair falling down in a fluff to my waist, and shook out the creases. I unlaced my shoes, and peeled off my tights, only to realize I had a problem with my dress.
"Spence?" I asked, turning slightly. He hadn't moved from his spot, just stared, slack jawed and wide eyed. I groaned before stalking over to him, pulling up my hair.
"Can you unbutton my dress, please?" I asked, showing him a pout I knew he couldn't resist. He moved his mouth several times, but gave up on speaking and simply nodded, nimble fingers going down my back with the long trail of buttons.
"Done," he mumbled after long, hands last around my bum, which I knew made his face burn.
"Thanks," I said, letting the dress fall to my knees, and kicking it away from me. I was glad I wore a decent pair of undergarments today that weren't old and ratty. I pulled on the gown and sunk under the covers of the bed, turning out the lights. Spencer still hadn't moved after long, I rolled over.
"Aren't you going to change?"
"Huh?"



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As we departed for bed, I slipped up the stairs and found the room that dad and I had been sharing.
I slid inside and caught the tailed of a conversation.
"But how do I tell her? It's not something you just blurt out! I can't just randomly tell her. It will be the most defining moment of our relationship. It will test how strong it actually is."
"You and I have planned this for months now. You NEED to tell her! I'll tell her myself! For gods sake! The woman's pregnant! She deserves to know!"
My mouth opened and a shocked expression crossed my face. What was this about?
I slipped back out the door and stumbled into the bathroom.
I watched as JJ slipped out of our room and dad checked the hall nervously.
Was dad? No.......he had Beth.......I mean...Surely not?
Was he cheating on Beth? And with a married woman? Who had a kid and a wonderful husband?
As soon as he reentered the room, I retraced my steps there.
Entering as if nothing happened, I sat on the homemade quilt that covered the bed.
I flopped back onto my pillow and snuggled under the covers, not even bothering to change clothes.
Drifting off to sleep was pretty easy, being asleep was not.
My dreams were filled with blonde children with my dads eyes and JJs hair. Little twins that scurried and poked and played. Never knowing how they came about. Then I saw a little dark haired girl. The same age as them but much more mature. She was covered in bruises but they were barely visible against her tan skin. She looked a lot like Beth and Dad. Her eyes showed knowledge about the twins and their existence.
My vision switched to a tiny apartment that I recognized as Beth's.
The little girl cowered as Beth slapped her hand against her face.
"You little whore! You forced your father to cheat on me! You sent him away!"
The little girl cowered and begged and it broke my heart. She looked so innocent sprawled on the floor. Blood surrounding her.
My first instinct was to help her but Beth obviously didn't see me. And for that matter neither did the girl.
Was this a prediction? Or a result of drinking sugar before bed?
My vision morphed again but this time it was of my old house. It was when Elphie had left. But instead of me and Elphie, it was me and dad.
He left me in the middle of the night. The small child the only thing he left.
She was but a baby and her wails couldn't be stopped. I couldn't do anything to help her and the wails grated my eardrums.
I panicked and swore enough to put a sailor to shame.
Suddenly Beth was shaking my shoulders and speaking.
"Honey come on."
"Get up dear."
"We have to go to a tea soon."
"Wake up!"
"NESSA WAKE UP!"
Her time got louder and louder and I flinched at the noise. She was being annoying and I tried to figure out why she wouldn't help the baby.
Turning, the kid had disappeared.
I freaked out and turned to Beth.
She ignored me and walked out the door.
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I woke with a start and dad jumped back. He was right over me shaking me and I realized he had been trying to wake me up for tea today.
I shook my head and stood up to get ready.
I stepped forward and and walked down the hall to the bathroom.
She had a shower that was turned on by a button and since I had already washed my hair yesterday, I didn't need help today.
I hit the soap disperser with my nose and it sprayed it on me.
Soon I was done washing and I waited for somebody to help me dress.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but notice my ribs.
Once thy had been visible.
Now a layer of fat covered them and it disgusted me.
When had I gotten fat?
I noticed it along other parts of my body too.
I grimaced and decided it was time to drop some weight.
I was becoming an obese American.
Sighing, I resumed waiting. JJ was very slow today.
Suddenly the door banged open and she glided in.
Her smile lit up the room and she helped me into pants and a long-sleeved shirt.
Once I was dressed, we hurried downstairs to meet the others.

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DEMY'S POV


I woke up bright and squirrelly that morning to my phone, which was under my pillow, about to blow my ear off with my annoying ringtone. Wonderful way to start off the day.
I pressed the answer button and put the phone up to my ear. "Hellooo...?" I said drowsily.
"Good morning, sunshine!" Cissnei's voice chirped.
"What the frick do you want...?" I groaned. I didn't care if I sounded rude. She knew I wasn't a morning person.
She giggled a bit, apparently happy to be getting on my nerves. "Just calling to say that Rose is doing fine," she said.
I sighed. "Great. By the way, thanks for catsitting for me."
"No problem...if I can keep her."
"Not a chance," I laughed. Cissnei loves cats as much as I do.
"I'll be really nice to her!"
"Shouldn't you be at work or something?" I asked, trying to get her off the subject of catnapping Rose. I hoped I could even get her back from Cissnei.
"Ah, Tseng can handle it."
"Ciss, get your butt to work. I don't care how much you love my cat," I commanded. "And besides, Tseng can't do your work and keep Reno out of trouble."
"Crap... Forgot I had to babysit him too," she sighed.
I laughed.
"Well, suppose you're right. I'd better get going," she said. "Oh, hey! How's your arm healing?"
I wiggled my fingers a bit and grinned. "It's fine. I don't have total control, but I can move my hand, and my arm a little bit."
"That's great!"
I could tell she was relieved. Geez, she acts like she has to mother me or something.
"Yeah," I said.
There was a slight silence.
"Go to work!" I commanded again, laughing.
"I'm going!" she shouted.
"Good."
"And just so you know, you're not my boss anymore!" she teased.
"Then don't make me have to act like it!" I laughed, then hung up.
I sat my phone down and got out of bed, yawning and stretching. I got some comfy clothes out of my suitcase then slipped them on, but remembered what our agenda was today. Going to tea with the queen or something. I hadn't really been paying attention when everyone was talking about it.
I dug around my suitcase and found a more presentable (girly) outfit. Some frilly pink blouse and a frilly pink skirt and some frilly pink bow for my hair and all of the frilly pinkness made me want to puke. Why did I even pack this...?
After the initial nausea, I supposed I looked kind of...cute. I guess. But the bow was a bit much. It made me look like some little girl whose mom was trying to make her wear it to distract people from an awful haircut.
I slipped on some heels, which made me look way too tall, even though they weren't that high. This is why I don't like heels. They make me look like a freakin giant.
I stepped out of my room to go find Meg and Ness. I walked towards the hallway where Meg's room was, but after two steps out of my room, I was greeted by, "Awww! Well, don't you look absolutely--"
"Don't want to hear it, Penny!" I snapped. I saw Derek smirking at my out of character attire. "I don't want to hear anything from you either, sexual chocolate ." That shut him right up, but made Penny grin and wiggle her eyebrows at him provocatively.
I rolled my eyes and continued on my way.
"Hey, Meg!" I called, knocking on her door.
I heard her little footsteps scamper towards the door. She opened it and stepped out to meet me, fully clothed, made up, and ready to go. And rather cheerful looking.
"Someone's happy," I laughed, remembering she was rooming with Spencer. There was no doubt that they had been making out right before I knocked. In fact, her lipstick was a bit smudged.
"I take it you're ready?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied, seeming to be in some sort of daze. Yup. No doubt there was some action going on.
We walked over to Nessa, who had been waiting for us for a little while.
"Let's go drink some tea," I said with false enthusiasm. It didn't seem like the most fun thing in the world, but it would probably have a better outcome than everything else on this trip.
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Meg's POV
It was early in the morning when I woke up, groaning and covering my eyes in the dark.
"Spence?!" I groaned, pushing away from him.
"I'm sorry!" he yelped, putting away the light--his cellphone.
"Why did you--"
"It was dark, and you were really quiet and I..."
We shared a silence.
"It is dark, isn't it?" I whispered to him, scooting back over. I didn't even think of it. I shut the lights off on him last night. I knew the dark was one of Spencer's greatest fears, and I didn't even think of it. Just like the day I shut us both up in the elevator. Spencer went out of his way to make me happy, and I was constantly putting him in awkward situations. I sighed sadly, curling into him.
"Don't worry about the dark, Spencer," I whispered, pressing my forehead to his. "Close your eyes. Just listen to my voi-"
Spencer's lips cut my off, and my eyes flew open to make sure it was him. Spencer never did that! Ever! Not without warning or some hint of me giving permission! Not that I was complaining....
One hand boldly went on the nape of my neck, tipping my head up to meet his, while the other was on the small of my back, pressing me into him. I smiled when he broke away to breath.
"Dr. Reid," I mumbled, smirking.
"Meg..." he whispered. Goosebumps shot up across my skin. I don't think I've ever heard him talk like that....
I'll say it before and I'll say it again: I love Spencer when he kisses me. He forgets himself.
And I love it.
He just sounded so...desperate. I guess I was glad, but not knowing this part of Spencer made me wonder other things. It scared me of what I didn't know about him. Spencer completely gave over when we kissed--and I loved it. I loved discovering new things about him. But still...
My train of thought evaporated when he pushed me down onto the bed, lips more or less drilling a hole through my face. Spencer was getting...better at kissing. I loved it, but I knew he was by no means an expert. I felt pity on anyone who saw us kissing when he was leading. I normally kept him into shape but...with him being so...endearingly awkward, I'm sure it wasn't very attractive to look at.
Hands grasping for whatever he could find, legs straddling my hips, Spencer was in complete control. I just gave into him, and stopped thinking, which I hated. I had to be in control, but with Spencer...I was more at ease with the idea.
His hands traced up and down my side, and I suddenly had the shameful wish of removing my nightgown. I didn't take it back, though. I wasn't against Spencer and I sleeping together....
I just didn't think in my mother's guest room was the right place. My screaming and blood all over the sheets might be a dead give away, just a little.
"Spencer," I mumbled in a warning, but my body showed no signs of stopping. I couldn't tell myself no. I wasn't going to say I didn't want se-
My phone blared with my alarm under my pillow, and Spencer's eyes got wide, pulling off me, his brain clearly working again. He sat up straight, going to the farthest side of the bed as I fumbled to disable the alarm. I clicked on the lamp and we had a moment of awkwardly staring at one another.
"Meg..." he whispered again, voice sad and almost...regretful. Damn it.
"I need to shower," I said quickly, standing and going, but stopping in the door frame. "Do...do you?"
I heard the springs of the bed creak as he stiffened.
"No, Meg."
I knew he wasn't saying he didn't need to bathe. It was him warning me. No, he wouldn't shower with me. I looked away, letting my hair eclipse my face.
I sulked into the bathroom, but I heard him follow me in.
"Meg, it's not that-"
"What, Spencer? Name one good reason not to," I growled, turning on him. In the small white space, door closed, I felt like we could be in our one world-but Spencer reminded me to be quiet.
"Besides the fact that we're in your mother's house? That your a virgin? That it would hurt horribly for you? Meg, you probably wouldn't be able to walk straight-"
His face turned red.
"I mean, just because, your hymen and-"
"I know how sex works," I stated in monotone. "So, you're worried you'll hurt me? That I'm so small and my hymen would be hard to break? That I'd be in total pain?"
He sat on the edge of the tub, head in his hands, and nodded.
I laughed darkly, shaking my head, stepping agrilly out of my nightgown. "You're just like Darcy," I groaned.
"What?"
Oops?
I froze, foot half way into the shower in nothing but my lacey undergarments.
"Meg? Did you...sleep with Darcy?"
"No!" I growled, still not facing him.
"Did you try to?"
I was quiet for a moment. "He offered it to me...I was upset. It was the night of the shooting..." I mumbled. "He turned me down."
I still didn't look, but I heard Spencer's palms smack something. "The night I held you on the plane? The night you came to my house?"
I nodded.
"...You come to me because he wouldn't sleep with you?"
"No!" I finally turned. "You know I wanted you! I just couldn't say it... I was scared you'd turn me away..."
"...Darcy turned you down because he thought he'd hurt you?"
I nodded again.
"...Smart guy. If he's done anything right in his life, it's been looking after you."
Spencer's respect for Darcy kept showing through since the night of Christmas. I really scared me. I guess he needed to to let me live with the man, but still....I don't know.
"I love you," he choked out.
I walked over to Spencer in his oversized sweatshirt, me in my bra and panties, and wrapped my arms around him, curling into his side.
"I love you...and I'd kiss you again, but I think we both need a breather."
He smiled at me as I stepped into the shower and shucked off my bra and panties, thowing them over the curtain.
"Meg?" Spencer said from behind the curtain.
"Yeah?"
"...Do you want me to put your panties on the floor? They landed on my head."
xxx
I dressed swiftly--with Spencer out of the room--into a powder blue dress. It had an empire waist, with two pleats in the side, accenting my dancer waist. I had a pure white peter pan collar (I LOVE THOSE SO EFFING MUCH!!) with three blue buttons down the short bust area. My gold hair was pulled into a doughnut bun, centered atop my head. I lined my eyes with black eyeliner sparcly, dotting the lid with a natural lavender. My lips were panted a humble pink. I decided to simply powder my pale skin, lacking any creme, so I looked twenty times paler than normal. Spencer smiled at me as I came out, white wrist length gloves, frilly socks that came high on my ankle with my black mary janes. I felt like a three year old that had never grown a new fashion sense--and I loved it.
Spencer was wearing his usual tan corduroy with the dark brown elbow patches. He wore a crisp white oxford with an odd-printed vest and a matching bow tie. His slacks were khaki with his converse and mismatched socks, I felt like London's only Princess. Well...Kate was technically a duchess...but whatever.
"Good morning," he mumbled to me, kissing my forehead, beaming.
"I think you already told me good morning," I replied, yanking him froward by his jacket. I frowned.
"What?"
"As foutu beautiful you look in bowties, I don't have anything to handle you with when you wear them," I groaned, pushing him back on the bed, hooking my legs around his waist.
"Meg!" he screeched, holding his hands up, like he didn't want to touch me. I simply smiled, running my lips down his neck.
"Doctor..." I moaned, just to make him nervous,"You always dress to impress, don't you?"
He looked very uncomfortable at this point, and I smirked.
"Well, let's see how well I undress to impress," I moaned, biting down on his bowtie--
That is, until a knock came on the door. I sat up swiftly, and--to my amazement--Spencer picked me up off his lap.
"You should probably answer that," he said, but not before pushing me against the wall with enough force to make me yelp in terror and pure--dare I say it?--desire. He pulled away quickly, returning to the bathroom, probably to scrub the lipstick off his neck, leaving me to walk through a haze to the door.
Demy's eyebrows rose when she saw me.
"Someone's happy."
I could only smile in my daze as she asked if I was ready for tea. Sure, why not? Tea's...legit....
xxx
"Where are we even going for tea?" Nessa groaned after we passed another tea place. I don't know how many this country had, but Demy and I were playing a road game. So far, I counted 29, and she had 32. I was still a little tipsy from Spencer kissing me. And he just sat across the van from me, staring out the windshield, then looking at me from the corner of his, look away and smirk. He was quite irritating when his tongue wasn't down my throat.
Emily looked over at us. "Didn't we tell you?"
"Tell us what?" I asked.
"33!"
"Vous maudisse!" I yelled at her.
"Emily, you should really consider washing your daughter's mouth with soap."
"Shove it, Penelope."
"We're having tea--"
I didn't have many more questions when we pulled up and halted at Buckingham Palace.
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"How is my hair?"
"It's fine."
"Really! You're not even looking!"
"I'm sure it's fine, as always."
"We are talking about the Queen here, Meg. The effing Queen!!"
"The effing Queen...how interesting."
"Meg!"
"Penelope Garcia! You hair is fine, okay?"
"I can't believe you aren't freaking out, Meg," JJ said.
"Why would I?" I asked, bouncing my knee. She laughed.
"Where's the bathroom?" I asked a maid coming up next to me.
"Down the hall. I'll show you in a moment."
"Thanks," I told her.
"Yeah, you don't want her going on her own," Demy began. "She might find Prince Harry and throw up all over him."
She and Nessa burst into a fit of laughter. I glared.
"He'd probably fall in love with her," Nessa mused. "If anyone could tame Prince Harry, it'd be Meg."
"This is like, anarchy, bad mouthing the Prince in Buckingham Palace," I groaned.
"She'd be all 'bllleeeehhh!!" Demy made a barfing motion. "And he'd be all,"Oh, what a pretty girl!! Bleh, bleh, bleeeeehhhh!"
"Are you drunk?" I asked her.
"Not in the slightest."
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Standing in the lobby of Buckingham was oddly uninteresting. It's not like I could drink the tea on my own. The straw would melt.
So that left me to sit on the side. An they didn't actually meet the queen. She just sat at the head of the room.
Bu neither the less we were here and spending time together.
I decided to go annoy a guard.
Standing in front of one I started poking them with my feet.
Nothing.
Surely one would respond?
When poking then again produced no response I decided to walk around.
As I walked through one of the gardens my new Bluetooth went off and I answered.
"Nessa?"
A thick female voice drifted through the speaker. She sounded drunk and extremely sorrowful.
"Are you there still sis?"
Elphie...... My heart stopped and I felt the familiar resentment bubble in my heart. I bit my lip and considered hanging up.
"Yeah.....I'm here............"
"Good. I just wanted to ask one last time if you wanted to see me again. Fi said you had been here not long ago. Did you know about Dad, Boq, and Glinda?"
All of those names thrust the dagger deeper and twisted it more. I wondered if I should go. If only for closure. But thinking back to all the promises Elphie made and broke thrust them down.
"What was the last thing I told you?"
"I was a bitch incapable of loving another human being. And that you hoped I rotted in hell eternal."
She stated it matter of factly and it repulsed me. How could she be so carefree about it?
I bit my lip and without thinking spoke.
"I'm in London. I can come when I get back. Would you want to meet me in Quantico and fly out with me? I don't want dad to see this. And send Fi out for the weekend. Just you and me."
I sighed and abruptly hung up. No reason to listen for a response. She always agreed.
I tromped back to the group and sat down at our table. We as government officials had seats close to the queen.
As I waited for it to be over the queen rose.
"In our presence today, we have a member of Interpol and several FBI members. We would like to thank them for their presence today."
She inclined her head gracefully and stepped back behind the curtain to leave.
I hurried out into the lobby to wait for the rest and I noticed an older woman trying to get out of the way.
She was obviously a beggar and I remembered my time on the streets. Running up to her I motioned to my pocket.
She quickly reached inside and took the money out.
She smiled a haggard smile at me and drew me into a hug.
"May god bless ye' little missus! And your family too!"
She hurried out and I smiled after her.
Noticing the rest of the team now out I hurried down to the SUV after them.
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MEG'S POV
As we waited for the van to come back for us, the team occupied their time messing with the Buckingham Palace Guards. I felt awful bad for these guys, being gawked at day after day, never being able to move. I leaned on the gate between two of them-probably a no-no-and sighed. I watched as Sofia made kissy faces at one of them, winking and pretending to raise her skirt.
"Sorry about that," I told them. "She's not all there sometimes. What a way to represent America, huh?"
Demy proceeded to pet a guards hat, while Nessa burst into laughter.
"They act like your dolls and not people," I mumbled. "I guess all jobs come with a price, huh? At least you can be proud of what you do, dealing with this hell everyday."
Nessa nuzzled her head against one of the guard's shoulder's.
"Really sorry 'bout that one," I mumbled. "You guys married? Your wives and kids must be real proud of you. I know your country must be. I guess it's mostly American gits that mess with ya."
I liked my use of the English slander.
"Anyway," I sighed. "My ride's here. Have a nice day fella's," I sighed, starting to walk off, but I stopped and started. Had the guard on the right just smirked? I saluted them before stalking back towards the car, giving Reid a kiss on the cheek. I stared after the guards, waving hugely, giving them a big smile. I hoped I wasn't the only one trying to make their days a little better.

The rest of the day went by lazily. I went shopping with Demy and Nessa.
"I don't know. I don't like pants," I mused, turning, and gasping.
"What?" Demy said, searching my legs for something.
"My ass is huge!!"
"If your ass is huge, I want your ass."
"Whatever. Both of you are so skinny it hurts."

Buying some cute--solid--nightgowns for the rest of the stay in Spencer's room, plush some lipstick, and once Penny, JJ, Sofia, and Emily caught up with us, Penelope talked me into a thong. (Why would anyone want that? I don't even remember how she talked me into it. It's a string. Up your ass. Why would anyone want that?)

We came home late, around midnight, quietly as possible coming into the room. I walked in on Spencer sitting in the chair in the corner, under the warm light of a lamp, reading a book. I melted when he glanced up at me from under his glasses, amber eyes making my heart sink into my shoes.
"Hey," he said, rising to grab the bags from my hands.
"Hi, honey," I replied, standing on tiptoe to wrap him in a hug. When he tried to pull away, I just held on, my body limp.
"You're tired," he laughed, sitting down the bags and laying me on the bed.
"Yes," I replied. "Yes, I am."
He smiled at me. "What'd ya buy-"
"Hands out of the bag," I hissed, and with a shocked glance my way, he backed away.
"Meg?" he whispered after a moment as I was shaking out my hair.
"Hmm?"
"...What are these?"
I squinted, hardly able to see in the sparce lighting of the lamp. Then I saw them. Two rectangular pieces of paper.
"Plane tickets," I replied. "Nessa gave them to me for Christmas. I never really planned on going...but I think they expire next month."
"...Why don't we got?"
I suppose I was shocked a moment, not moving. Spencer's worried gaze broke me.
"Why?"
Spencer laughed, coming to sit by me, wrapping his blazer around my shoulders.
"Well, things are so hectic here...we never have any alone time...I'd like to be able to just kiss my girlfriend without any worries...without any odd glances. You haven't been back to Paris since...well..."
"I was in a secret room a few months ago."
"Yeah," he supplied, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "Anyway...I just...Meg, I just want to be alone with you."
Every fibre of my being tingled with energy. "It's not to late to go," I whispered to him, loving his embrace.

We slipped down stairs, and as Spencer loaded the taxi with our things, I wrote out a note.
Don't worry. We've gone to Paris. Be back soon. Don't wait for us. Don't come looking. We're fine.  Meet you back in Quantico.
Love and hugs,
Meg and Spence.

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DEMY'S POV


"What do you mean she left?" Penny asked, eyes wide.
"I mean she just freakin left!" I shouted, tossing her the note Meg had left. "A 'hey, we're leaving!' might have been nice!" I flopped down on the couch, sighing heavily. I knew Meg and Spence deserved some alone time, but they could've told us. They didn't have to sneak out. What did they think we would do? Stop them? "We're going home tomorrow, aren't we?" I asked no one in particular.
"I'm pretty sure that's the plan," Derek answered.
"Good," I replied, then shrugged. "Not that I'm in a hurry to leave, but... Okay, yeah. I hate this country."
I went to my room and immediately passed out on the bed, hoping tomorrow would come sooner.
The next morning was a but hectic, everyone packing and loading their things into taxis headed for the airport. I, naturally, was the first one outside ready to hightail it back across the pond.
At the airport we boarded our plane and within what seemed like way too many hours, we were back in good old Quantico. Yeehaw.
I gathered my bags and headed back to my apartment, reminding myself to go get Rose from Cissnei tomorrow. If I could pry them away from each other. Wish me luck on getting my cat back...
Once I made it home I threw my bags on the floor and jumped into my bed, happy to be home. And Meg was in Paris. With Spencer. Not even having the courtesy to tell us bye or anything. I wondered what they were doing right now. Probably making out at the Eiffel Tower or something.
Wait... What was this feeling? Was it...jealousy? Was I jealous? Of Meg? No, no, no, that couldn't be it. I'd gotten over Spencer a long time ago (before I kissed him to make Meg jealous, mind you).
Then why did I feel like this? Was it simply that fact that she had a romantic relationship in her life and I didn't? I never had, for that matter... I had been paid for every guy I had been with. Nothing romantic whatsoever. Just disgusting men who wanted a fun night.
So, in that respect, maybe I was jealous. Maybe I actually wanted a guy to want me for more than...you know.
I sighed and clutched my pillow to my body. There was one thing about Meg, though. She was the pretty one with a wonderful personality. The talented one, the genius. Who am I? The druggie who thought she could get rid of her past by trying to pretend it never happened. The whore with a drinking problem.
Yup. Attractive stuff.
I got up off of the bed and went into the bathroom. Standing in front of the sink, I looked at myself in the mirror. "Alright," I sighed. "Either you can stay here and degrade yourself, or you could get out there and do something," I whispered to myself, examining myself in the mirror. "You're not...totally hopeless."
I went to the dresser and pulled out whatever clothes looked sort of decent, instead of the old tee shirt and jeans I was wearing now. I almost decided on a blue tank top to wear, then realized I'd be showing off the ugly knife wound on my shoulder. I remedied this by putting on a black jacket over the tank. I wore black leggings and black flats as well, then added a headband with a sparkly black bow on it, just for fun. I didn't hate looking...cute. Always...
I grabbed my little black purse and dusted on some light eyeshadow, then I was ready to go. Did I have hope of actually finding a guy? No. Did this whole 5 minute makeover boost my self confidence? Yes. Would I still be this confident by the end of the night? No.
Either way, I walked down the sidewalk with confidence. More on the outside than the inside. I had no clue what I was doing. What did I even know about picking up guys? Why was I even doing this? And where the frick was I even walking to? I had no flipping idea, but I kept with it, grinning and bearing it. I was glad to be wearing a cute outfit, because, oddly enough, when I dress normally, people seem to think I'm a raging lesbian, with the short haircut and all. But that was before it grew out a little tiny bit. Now it kind of looked like a sort of cute-ish pixie cut, which I'm not sure was better. I could only take so much cute at a time... But I guessed that it--
"Oof!"
I tumbled to the ground, the sidewalk scraping my arm.
"Oh! I'm sorry!"
I looked up at the man standing above me. He had blond hair and was wearing a tee shirt and jeans. He wore an apologetic expression on his face.
I growled, standing and wiping some blood off of the abrasion on my arm. "Watch where you're going!"
"I'm so sorry," he apologized. "I wasn't paying attention. This is all my fault." He examined my arm, looking guilty.
"Damn right," I growled. This evening wasn't going as expected. This jerk was the only guy I'd talked to so far, and now my arm hurt like hell.
The man paused and exhaled, looking thoughtfully at me. We stood at about the same height. He gave a little grin. "Tell ya what," he said. "How about you let me take you to the bar. Drinks are on me."
No matter how odd or creepy that might have seemed to most girls, I was intrigued by the offer.
I mimicked his smirk. "Hope you've got plenty of money."
He chuckled. "I like you," he laughed, then held out his hand. "Name's Vic."
I gave a more genuine smile, reaching for his hand. "Demy."
--
"It's not a contest!" I laughed, finishing my second beer, while he was downing his fourth.
"Wimp," he mocked, kicking my stool.
I rolled my eyes, grinning. "You know, the last time I was in a drinking contest, I won by a landslide. And got to watch the other girl throw up on someone," I said with superiority.
Vic laughed. "Well, if you tried the same thing now, I could guarantee you'd be on the other end of that deal."
"Yeah right!" I shouted above the loud music playing around us. "You're on!"
"It wasn't a challenge!" Vic laughed, raising his palms. "I don't know what I'd do if I got beaten by a girl."
"Cute," I replied to his obvious sarcasm.
He smiled at me, then glanced at the clock on the wall. "I'd better get going," he sighed.
"What? Why?" I had actually been enjoying his company.
He stood, got out his wallet and gave some money to the bartender. "Alfons is gonna kill me..." he mumbled under his breath.
"Alfons?" Why did that name sound familiar...
"My cousin," Vic explained. "I told him I'd be home by now."
Alfons... And Vic...
Oh. My. Gosh.
"Alfons...Heiderich?" I asked.
He looked down at me quizzically. "You know him?"
So this Alfons was the right guy? The one who may or may not be Meg's half brother? My gosh...
"Nope!" I said a bit hastily. "Never met him. I've just heard the name, that's all."
The look I received from Vic didn't make me all too certain that I wasn't totally insane.
"Alright then..." he said.
I stood up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, which was more of a habit than anything. "Thanks for everything," I said, smiling as sweetly as possible. "I mean it."
He grinned. "No problem. It was nice to meet you."
I waved as he exited, then flopped back onto the barstool as soon as he was out of sight.
Did I just have a sort of date with Meg's possibly sort of cousin...?
"Need. Whiskey." I squeaked, laying my head on the bar.
------------------------------------------------NESSA'S POV
I flung myself into the car as it pulled away from the curb.
I bit my lip as I thought about what I was going to do.
Sneaking away from dad was one thing but sneaking across the country was another.
Elphie was supposed to be waiting and I only hoped she still was.
I imagined her the last time I saw her.
Age 15 and fed up with life and ready to move on.
Ready to leave and forget all about her baby sister.
Why was I sneaking out to meet her?
Why did I trust her to show up?
Maybe it was the hole in my heart that had been missing since she left.
The one I refused to acknowledge.
Or maybe it was the fact that I wanted my family again.
The one that wasn't broken and splintered and cracked beyond repair.
The one where my mommy and daddy still tucked me in bed and sang me lullabies about hope and a brighter tomorrow.
I loved my new family but this was not my childhood.
Aaron hasn't been there when I had pneumonia. Or when I was bullied.
Or when Elphie was diagnosed with TB.
Maybe all that I wanted was my sissy I lost so long ago back.
The one who would beat up a kid for looking at me wrong.
I barely noticed as we boarded the plane and it took off.
I barely noticed as it landed.
I did however take notice as we exited the flight.
I scanned the crowd for my sister. The one with the huge port wine stains that covered her skin.
Her wet oak hair and lovely brown eyes.
I saw a huge scarf covering a face and a large hat.
Sensing that it was Elphie, I ducked away in the sea of people and snuck up behind her.
I popped into her line of vision and she drug me off into the shadows of a waiting escort.
My bags sat waiting with her and my carry on as well.
Suddenly warm hands shot out and pulled me against it.
"Nessa..."
I stood stock straight and pulled back.
I looked up into the face of Elphie and saw warm tears at the corners of her eyes.
I silently sunk into her and tears fell from us both.
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Meg's POV

"Let's go here!"
"Meg-"
"Oh my God. I've never done that. Let's go over here!"
"Ugh, Meg, hon-"
"Can we go see the Eiffel Tower?"
"Okay, haven't you seen that?" Spencer leaned against a brick wall of an older shop. We were in a little alley way, a busy farmers market with vendors. Bakeries and dressing shops lined the insides of old buildings. I was beaming, bouncing, huge white sunhat on my head, designer sunglasses on my face, a grey trenchcoat covered my body. The sun was coming down, but the slush on the sides of the road reminded me flurries were still coming down.
"Spencer, I told you. I hardly ever left the Opera House. I think I went to the market once with my mother when I was six or so...but that was about it. Then I just left for NYC."
"Without any idea what to do..."
"Hey!"
"Well, you have to say, Meg, it wasn't a very bright idea."
I smirked at him, wrapping my arms about his waist, both of us trudging down the road in a loving way.
"Why don't we eat? Aren't you hungry?"
"Not in the slightest."
Regardless, we came to a little deli, and I ordered just about everything that sounded foreign to me.
"Meg," Spencer said about halfway in. I was shoving my face with everything, while he ate a cheeseburger (We found out foreign foods make Spence a little ill).
"Hmm?" I asked, smiling.
"There's some boys looking over at us. I don't know what to do."
I pursed my lips. Leaning back in my chair, I nonchalantly glanced over, and noticed a few boys in the back. One had scruffy blonde hair falling in curves around his head, while the other's honey colored hair was shaped into tuft at the top of his head. They smiled, but I didn't return it, flipping back to Spencer.
"Crap, here they come."
"Hi," the boys uttered in French. I smiled back, giving them our greetings.
"You guys Australian? You sound Australian."
I let my eyes blaze. "I am French! I most certainly do not sound Australian!"
"France? Really? You're French is pretty bad."
A hand flew to my mouth. Lost my accent? That had to be a lie. I mean, I guess it could've faded a little...
No.
But my French being incorrect. Spencer looked over at me. "Meg?"
"Meg?" the honey-haired boy said. "That's your name? I'm Christophe. This is Jules."
I froze. I knew Jules was a first name--it translated to Julius. But still...it chilled my bones. And got me thinking of Al.
"Meg," Spencer asked again. "Does he know you? Do we need to go. Meg, I have my glock-"
I didn't look at him but started speaking to the boys again.
"Pleasure," I replied dryly. "Anyway, what is it you two want?"
Jule shrugged, hands in his pockets. "Just saw a pretty girl--thought we'd say hi to you and your uncle."
Okay, now I was pissed.
"This man is NOT my uncle."
"Dad?"
I gritted my teeth. "No. He's my fiance, you asswipe."
They blinked.
"Enculer une mouche," I cursed.
Jules smiled, and leaning on his elbows whispered,"je bande pour toi."
I responded to this by dumping my water on Jules head, then dumping Spencer's coke on Christophe. (Be glad Spence didn't have a coffee, you asswipe. It still wouldda gone down your pants.)
I pulled on Spencer's arm, yanking him out.
"What happened?"
"Dudes are asswipes," I responded, rubbing moisture out of my eyes, replacing my sunglasses.
"Meg-"
"Can we just go back to the hotel? I'm tired."
He stared at me for a moment, before nodding.
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Spence took me back, but then demanded me to tell him what happened...er, more along the lines of begged, but whatever. I gave him the run down of the convo (minus Jules vulgar comment...) and let him hold me.
"I feel like I don't even belong here anymore," I whispered, lips dry, voice hoarse. "Like Paris isn't a part of me...maybe it never was..."
"Honey," he mumbled softly, rocking me like a child. "Maybe you feel that way because...well, Paris isn't your home anymore."
"Then where to I belong?" I whispered.
There was a pause before Spencer gave his answer.
"Right here."
I knew what he meant. Right here in his arms was where I belonged.
I smiled.
"And Paris will always be a part of you. But it's your past, Meg. Let the past be the past and the dead bury the dead. Please...just stay with me."
I kissed him gingerly, smiling a little.
"Can we just go to bed? The sun made me tired."
He pursed his lips. "I don't think it's supposed to do that."
All the sarcasm...he spends WAY too much time with me. I smiled.
"Well, it did. Now strip, pretty boy. I want your white ass in my bed."
He stared at me as I ruffled through my suitcase, trying to find a goodnight gown, lifting it up for Spencer to see. He was still staring as I chucked off my white turtle neck.
"What? You gonna sleep in your clothes again? I don't think that's all that smart."
He snapped out eventually, turning and mumbling to go through his suitcase. Spence was in a black tee and sweat capris in a few minutes, me in a black lace night gown (with a silk slip underneath, pervs)
We said goodnight and slipped under the covers, rolling into each other's arms. I loved Spencer so much, and I knew I didn't want to leave right now. But in the morning, we had to return to Quantico.
Right about now, I was thinking one thought: Alfons. Al would be waiting for me back at the office. Does he already know the test results? I guess part of me has already built up this part of Al in my mind, even if I won't admit to myself he's my brother.
And Darcy. Darcy would be waiting for me, too. Maybe not at the office, but I had to come home to him. I'd told him I was taking a trip with the team, and he'd taken it so well. I only asked one thing of the man now: Effing propose. The diamond promise ring burned on my index finger as I ran my hand over the planes of Spencer's stomach under his shirt. Darcy in between us again, though he probably wasn't thinking it.
"Meg?"
"Hmmm?" I asked, leaning in to leave kisses down his jaw, my desire suddenly burning. Two hands pushed down on me, bringing me back to his chest. I tried to work on his neck again, nipping at the skin, but he just leaned down and lightly kissed me, killing the desire, turning it back to purer love.
"You're beautiful."
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We got on a plane the next day, arriving just a few days after the team did. We were informed that they still had some leave, and we're relaxing at home. (Told to us all by Anderson. You had to love this guy. When does he not work?)
"Miss Giry?" he asked as I starting walking off with Spencer. I didn't need to speak, as I watched his eyes flick to Morgan's office.
"Thank you, Anderson," I told him stiffly. He smiled sadly at me before walking off. "Spencer," I whispered, already walking towards the office. "Go home. Don't tell anyone we're back."
"Meg?" he ran up to me, holding my arm. "Does this have anything to do with what you can't tell me?"
"Spence, it has everything to do with it. Please, just do what I say, okay?"
He stared at me for a moment, and I wondered what he was thinking. No, I knew. It was the same thought I pictured everytime we parted.
Is this the last time I'm going to see you?
I never wanted that. I never wanted to wake up in the morning, knowing I'd wouldn't be seeing that drooping frame and half-hearted smile. Brooding amber eyes....
It'd kill me too.
He leaned down, boldly placing his lips to my forehead, before leaving me.

I shakily rose up stairs, hand trembling as I came into the dark of Morgan's office. I saw a lithe frame sitting on the desk, playing with a pencil. When the door clicked shut, wary sky blue eyes shot up to meet mine, standing erect and beaming. He leaned forward, handing me a packet.
"Mr. Anderson gave me these. He said they were for me. I know what it is, but I wanted to wait. I wanted you to see it, and to tell me, Meg."
I stared, as Alfons stood breathless and energetic before me. "Hi," I stared with a giggle, taking the packet from him. I sat down on Derek's couch, patting it to let Al sit next to me. His skin next to mine was the same color, pure white. Same texture, same misty glow. Al's bright eyes mimicked mine, ghostly blue-grey. Hair the same plantinum tuffs, with the exception his wasn't as shiny as mine (he probably used shampoo and conditioner in one. Gosh, that does nothing good for hair. I guess I could fix it for him...)
"Al," I whispered, taking his cold hand.
His breath caught. "Yeah?"
"No matter what the results are...Al, can we go out tonight? Anywhere you want."
His face brightened. "Can I take you home? Vic wants to meet you! He'll make a big dinner and everything. He's such a good cook! We can watch the news together--or whatever you like to watch, Meg. I heard you were a ballerina. I think that show Bunheads is on tonight. Oh! We could go ice skating tonight! Wouldn't that be fun? Or I could do your hair. Girls like that stuff, right? I know how to braid hair. My grandma used to braid her hair every night before bed, so I've seen it--"
"Alfons!" I laughed, putting my hands on his shoulders. He smiled sheepishly at me, eyes glancing through his lashes--just like I did when I wanted something.
"Are you always that enthusiastic?" I asked. He smiled again.
"So I've been told..."
"Al," I said, slinging my arm around his shoulder, putting the packet between us. "Let's open it together."
He beamed. "Okay!"
We tore it open together, his righ hand and my left. I shuffled out a series of papers, all with numbers and codes that were very complex. I hadn't even passed my bar test (believe it or not, I needed it for the BAU. It deals with law, which is kinda what I do.), but I knew what the last statement read.
"What does it say?" Al whispered in my ear. I turned to him, dropping the papers on the floor.
My eyes were watery, and I threw my arms around his neck.
"It means you're my brother."

----------------------------------------------NESSA'S POV
I sat in the surprisingly modern apartment of Elphie.
Touches of Glinda still hung like mistletoe around campus.
This was the only university I knew that still had Christmas deco up.
Glinda's perfume still hung heavy in the air and pink accents cluttered everything in a almost childlike fashion.
Her clothes covered everything and it was obvious Elphie couldn't bring herself to clean it up.
But the piece de resistance was the litter of cats that ran reign of the place.
Maulkie was the name of the head cat and he was a bitch.
He clawed at my leg and crapped on my luggage.
In truth he hated me.
Once me and Elphie ha hugged for the first time in almost five years, we took off at a run.
We got a lot of strange looks from the red eye flighters. And the non ones too.
But we had escaped from dad and the rest of the team so we were in the clear.
Dad and Garcia and Rossi and even Beth had attempted to call me and after the fifth time I had shut my phone off.
Garcia had installed signal scramblers on our phones to prevent them from being tracked and it worked to my advantage.
But now I was enjoying my time with Elphie.
Despite my anger at her it felt good to see her. I had yet to forgive her and I doubt I will but we had a truce.
Her TB had gotten worse recently so she was on multiple medications. She would wake up coughing blood and it was terrifying.
The apartment had many photos of Fiyero and her and Glinda. Looking through them showed that they ha been many places as a little tight knit group and it was adorable.
Right now I was sitting on Glinda's bed and waiting for Elphies to wake up.
She slept like the dead under her new meds and it was vaguely disturbing.
In the past few days she had been coughing more and more and sleeping for longer.
I had inquired and she shook me off. Stated it was nothing and she would be fine.
When fifteen more minutes ha gone by I stood up myself.
Walking down the hall I followe the smell of medical supplies.
She used a breathing machine at night and it let out horrid smells.
When I got to the end of the hall, I quietly kicked on the door.
A raspy voice barely passed through the door and I strained to hear it.
"Nessa."
Waking in I glanced around. It was filled with books and an old laptop.
The only laying space was on a brushed off part of an old comforter.
She laid there and stared glassily at the ceiling.
When a thick cough attempted to pass through her lips, her body heaved with the effort.
I flew to her side and tried to hold her body still.
She glanced up at me and motioned me down.
"I've known for awhile I was going to die. I just didn't know if you would be here when I did."
Silent tears fell down her dry skin and she rose up. Her neck trembled like a baby bird's.
"So am I dreaming or is this real?"
I shook my head in a silent no and felt tears well up in my eyes.
"So you came? I wondered if this week was real or not."
I finally found my voice.
"You CAN'T die! I just got to spend some time with you!"
She smiled up at me.
"Don't worry. This is but the next big adventure for me. Don't cry my little bird.
That had always been her nickname for me and I remembered all the times she had called me that before.
I scrambled for her phone to call her an ambulance.
"They won't get here in time. And even if they did, I wouldn't want to go in a hospital. It's not dignified."
I tapped the buttons with my nose an turned the speakerphone on.
It rang and suddenlt stopped.
I glanced down and the phone had died.
I scrambled back to her and her eyes were far away.
She snapped back and stared at me again.
"I was just remembering you as a little thing. I think you found the best dad you could have though. He's better than mine was. I just wish you wouldn't have had to get raped though to find him. Or lose your arms."
Sh reached up again and kissed my forehead.
Her breathing strained and she drew in gasped breaths.
My shoulders shook with sobs.
"Please forgive me Ness!"
"I...I...I ..forgivvvee you."
I broke down and a smile appeared on her face.
"T..hh..ann..kkk...........yo..uu."
Her face relaxed and a dot of blood raced down her chin.
I stared at her body horrifed and scrambled for my room.
My phone laid on the bed and I dialed the hospital again.
"Ma'am I need an ambulance."
"What happened?"
"My sister died."