What the hell is it? She finally gave in to Drake's thoughts.

Tell my uncles that their brother is about to kill a man outside my booth!

Frowning she looked up at Dane. "I thought you said Damien was preoccupied."

"He is," Amon responded, "why do you ask."

"Preoccupied with whom?" She asked.

"You thought that he was fooling around with some girl didn't you," Amon smiled.

Jade returned the sarcastic smile. Yes, she had, but hadn't he led her to believe that? "Drake says he's about to kill whomever he is speaking with."

The smile melted from Amon's face and he immediately shoved the door open and scrambled out into the hallway. Dane stood up to follow him, but Jade grabbed his arm to say, "Wait is this actually serious? He'd kill a man on a train, in the open?"

"Jade," Dane said irritably, trying to yank his arm free, "he has been fit to be tied ever since he found out about your lie. I don't know what he'll do. I don't trust him right now."

She followed him as he rushed down the crowded train away, weaving his way through the people until they had finally caught up with Amon.

"Well where the hell did he go then?" He shouted at Drake, who he had pinned to the door of the booth.

Drake glanced at Dane and Jade and then shoved Amon away from him so that he could speak to Dane, "He's in one of those booths. Who is he with exactly?"

"Don't you already know," Amon growled as he began going though each of the booths, opening their doors and slamming them shut without a word when he didn't find Damien, "you two have met before."

"Ah," Drake grinned, "I didn't realize . . . it's been a long time."

"This isn't the time for chit-chat," Dane scolded them. "We need to act quickly."

"I have an idea," Amon smiled as he shut a fourth door. He grabbed Jade's arm and jerked her towards him quickly. He reached into his pocket with his other hand and pulled out a sharp knife too quick for anyone to do anything. He put the blade to the inside of Jade's arm where the scratch that read Petra was still healing, but before he could act a hand had grabbed Amon's arm and gently took the blade from his white knuckled hands.

Jade could feel the body of whoever was behind her, pressing against her back as he reached over to take Amon's right arm and open his grip so that Jade could free her arm. "What are you doing?" Damien's cold voice sounded out.

"You're sleeves are covered in blood," Amon snapped.

"Well, then," Damien replied as icily as ever, placing his hands on Jade's shoulders "it's a good thing that no one in this hallway is paying attention to a single thing happening around them."

"Damien," Dane said quietly, "where's the body."

"Oh, it's taken care of," he smiled quickly without even glancing in Dane's direction, but squeezing tighter on Jade's thin shoulders breathed, "tell me exactly why you weren't in that booth with Drake."

"She was with us," Amon growled as he glanced around the shifting people wearily, "let's move before we attract any attention."

Damien nodded and let his hands slip to the center of her back where he pushed her forwards. He didn't want her in the booth with Drake any more. "Go on back," he muttered to Drake. "We're finished here."

"And what about her?" He asked stepping forward rather than back into the booth.

Damien smiled to himself, "Well I suppose that I was just making presumptions, but Jade would you rather spend the next hour with him and then the entire trip or would you rather an hour's break before it all begins."

Jade glanced at Drake, remembering how he had lied to her about her power over the past more than once. Had he even been planning on telling her at all? However, Damien wanted her to go with him to isolate Drake. It was another form of punishment for the lie, her lie. She almost felt obligated to go with him until he sent her a spiteful look and smiled mockingly. "Go on dearest. The Lord Damien is asking for your presence. You should feel honored."

He turned and opened the booth door just enough to slip in through, but before he was completely gone he glanced at her apologetically. She pursed her lips as she felt a sliver of guilt, but Damien grabbed her arm and pulled her away with him and his brothers.

"Where's Blair?" She asked, trying to slip out of his grip.

He looked down at her, making her gasp because for a moment of a second she thought that she was staring at Drake. "Who knows," he sighed.

"Why did you kill a man?" She growled, becoming irritable. She wanted him to let her go. She was not a child that needed to be guided around.

"Because Jade," he began angrily, "stop asking me so many damn questions."

"It was only two," she muttered to herself, "much less than the number you've asked me over the past few days."

This time he stopped walking completely and pushed her into the nearest booth, closing and locking the door behind him after he had shoved her into the seat. She cringed as he head hit the hard wood, but recovered swiftly due to her growing fear.

"What," she spat despite herself as she sat up, "are you going to kill me now too?"

"If you don't shut up I might!" He nearly shouted as he put his hands to his head and sat down opposite her.

"Why are we in here, Damien?" She asked him coldly, trying to ignore the wet blood staining his white sleeves.

He covered his mouth with his hand and glared his anger out the window as if someone were actually standing there staring back. The only person there though was his own reflection. "Damien," she repeated herself, impatiently.

Finally he turned his head to face her with a smile, "You see when you told me I had no reason to be mad at all of your lies because I'm constantly lying to you . . . look I want to tell you the truth about something."

"Yes," she replied slowly. Relaxing back in her seat, she let her back slide down the smooth waxed wood.

"I'm not sure why you think that I know what happens in the past with you," he began, "because I don't. It wasn't until you visited me in the past for the first that I knew you were time traveling and I don't know what the hell might happen to you tonight. Do you understand me?"

Suddenly her daydreaming stopped for a second. If only he'd say something like that to reassure Drake's lies and truths and which was which. She'd smile gratefully and nodded. "Is that all then?"

He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, "You aren't mad at all? "

A laugh that she had been trying to hold burst from her lips, "Unlike you, you mean?"

He cocked an eyebrow at her, "Don't test me my dear. I'm not in the mood."

"Or you just can't admit you're wrong," she said slyly and held a hand up when he opened his mouth to scold her, "shouldn't we get out of here before the people who are actually staying here come back?"

He nodded and held out a hand for her to take, "Come on then."

"Very funny," she smiled sarcastically, imagining the wet blood dripping from his outstretched hand.

"Oh," he muttered and closed his fingers into a fist. He unlocked the bloodied door and opened it for her to step out before him.

"Is there a handprint of blood on my back?" She asked, watching him move around her so that he was in front.

A smile curved onto his face, "I'm afraid so, but don't worry it isn't blood."

She stopped walking so that he did as well to face her, "What do you mean? What is it then?"

"Either cherry or raspberry, it was some sort of desert," he muttered, holding up his hands, "sticky as hell."

Now her imagination was just running towards the side of crazy, but she continued to let it play on.

"What?" She repeated herself in shock. Drake had said that and then the apologetic glance. He had lied again, but why? Why about this of all things?

"Jade if I wanted to kill someone, all I'd have to do is to tell them to do it for me," he replied with a shrug. When she continued to stare at him in shock and utter confusion, he sighed and said, "I didn't kill anyone. I'm not an idiot or a murderer. Mr. De'Vore and I had a bit of a disagreement. A loud one I'll admit and he threw a pie at me, but I didn't kill him!"

"But you told Dane that-" She began.

"Sarcasm, my sweet," he frowned.

"Wait, Mr. De'Vore? That's Petra's father," she said slowly, "Why were you-"

"Enough questions asked Jade," he said, grabbing her hand with his sticky one and pulling her along again.

Once they were seated in the booth again, Jade scooted as far as she could from him and leaned on the window sill staring out the window. Damien and Amon made small talk, while Dane read a book, knowing that he wasn't forgiven yet. After some time the two began a game of chess with Amon complaining the whole time that Damien was cheating.

"Jade, how about you give it a try," he sighed, leaning back in his seat after he had lost for the fifth time.

She shook her head with a smile, "I've never played and if you're loosing so badly. I don't stand a chance."

"I'll go easy on you," Damien offered with a kind smile.

"So is that a yes?" Dane asked her.

Shaking her head and blinking a few times, Jade's vision came back into focus as she fell out of her daydream. She smiled to herself. Had she really imagined that instead of killing a man Damien and been covered with cherry pie? Not to mention he wasn't in a wheelchair. She almost laughed at the prospect and glanced at the empty spot where he had sat in her daydream.