Saint walked into his room and threw himself on the bed, it had been a long 3 months. Ever since Jocelynn, his Angel came to him, notifying him of Joe’s desire to push a paternity test, he was constantly questioning why he ever let Drogyn go to begin with. Always he found his answer completely and utterly selfish, even though he felt it was in the little boy’s interest. But seeing Drogyn with Joce, seeing how much that his son was starting to look like him was causing the gnawing sensation in his gut to increase. There was nothing more he wanted then to take his son in his arms, hold him in front of the world and let them know he was a father.

          He was so proud of Drogyn, and of Joce for raising him so well. Drogyn was polite, he respected everyone and was always looking forward to making new friends in all the people he met. He was so intelligent, loving to play with his train set and cars, he would spend hours from what Joce had once told him, just trying to figure out how the toy was put together. Drogyn loved nothing more then being able to watch mechanics work on anything with wheels. What more could you ask for?

          And then there was Joce, who threw her entire being into raising that little boy, making sure that he lacked for nothing, and never asking for any help form anyone. Getting up off the bed, Saint went to his closet and pulled out his ‘work out’ bag. Kneeling down, he opened the zipper and pulled out an empty black water bottle. Laying back on the bed, on his stomach, he opened the bottle and took out a letter and some photos. It was a convenient hiding place, for those letters and photos were some of his most prized possessions.

          He flipped through the photos, a photo of Jocelynn 8 months pregnant with Gina at her baby shower, a photo of Drogyn at the hospital the day he was born, having his first bather, and a recent photo taken about 4 months earlier of Jocelynn and Drogyn on a horse at a friend’s ranch in Wyoming. But the final photo was of Jocelynn and Saint kissing, Joce had the duplicate, it was the only photos of them together that indicated their true relationship.

          Turning on his side, Saint opened up the letter, it was dated last Thursday.

        Saint,

            It’s been a roller coaster lately. I am sitting in Denver at the courthouse with DJ so they can get an oral swab from each of us so that the paternity test Joe filed for. I am not nervous, since I already know what the out come is. But DJ doesn’t understand why J is ignoring him. I tried to explain somewhat but how do you explain something like this to a 3 year old? There is no way. I don’t even know why I am writing to you to be honest, but I needed to clear my head. DJ is enjoying being on tour so much. He loves every moment of it, I personally think it is because he has every one wrapped around his finger, but who am I to complain when I myself am wrapped tighter then everyone else.

            His hair is darker now, his skin tanner, and his eyes… My God, Saint there are time I look at him and I swear I am looking at you. He has you strong jaw, chiseled features and stubborn chin. In fact I just had the pleasure of being given you serious stance just moments ago when he asked if he could get a dog and I told him no. It was hard enough to get A to concede to let Buddy come with us, but he is as much of a sap about lil man as I. Saint, I wish DJ knew the truth, that you were his father. But I understand your situation right now, and I respect it. I just hope that things work out so that one day you two will have the relationship that you both deserve. I need to go, my turn to get swabbed.

                                                                        ~Angel

            “Soon,” Saint whispered to himself. “Soon.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

          Jocelynn sat at the sound board in the recording bus, enjoying the moment of privacy. After working on the 5 songs with Onyx Rayne for an hour, they tried out the new song, ‘Tabloid News’, which they spent a full half hour on. There was just something missing in it. Leaning back in the chair, Joce listened to the play back from the recording the 4 of them just did. Kolas, Kara and Tara had just run out to grab some grub for the four of them. Well actually, Kolas and Kara did, Tara was running to the liquor store to grab a case of Coronas for the 3 of them since Joce couldn’t drink beer. The opening to the song sounded great, it had a slight Green Day/The Donnas feel to it. But what none of them could figure out what the stupid bridge. Joce listened to the first verse and chorus once more, hitting the replay button again.

You see me starin’ back at you from the magazine

They call me a Hollywood home-wreakin’, drama queen

They say that I break up homes and destroy lives

Filling up the their wallets with the crap that the public buys

It’s seems these days you can’t tell the difference

Between real news and what tabloids spew

But I know the truth, what about you

I can’t believe that I’m in Tabloid News

I can’t believe there are fools dumb enough to think it’s true

Nothing can stop them writing about false stories

But I don’t understand what is so fascinating about me

I’m can’t believe I’m Tabloid News

          She kicked up her heals on the board, listening to the rest of the song. The second verse and chorus played again, but then the track stopped. It was a stand still, she could not figure out what to do before the final chorus.

          “Damnit all to hell.” She muttered as she took a drink of her Snapple. “There has got to be something to fit in here.”

          “Why not have just the drum beat in the background as you half sing and talk the bridge. Then let Kara and Tara loose, so to speak,” Kevin’s voice answered her.

          “Shit!” Joce exclaimed, nearly chocking on her drink. Finally gaining her composer she looked at him standing in the hall of the bus. “I didn’t hear you come in. And further more, what part of PRIVATE, didn’t you get earlier?”

          He laid his hip lazily against the door way of the production room, “The part where you said ‘private rehearsal’. Last time I checked this wasn’t a rehearsal, from the looks of this it seems you 4 have been recording. See, two different things.”

          Joce turned from him in order to hide her smile, “Sod off, Kevin.” She retorted. “The problem isn’t the accompaniment. It is the factor that I have NOTHING for the bridge, as in no words, nada.”

          “Ah, well that explains why you were talking to yourself again.” He nodded as he pushed himself from the wall and moved to stand next to her. “Lemme hear what you have so far, maybe I can help.”

          Glancing up at him, Joce asked once more, “How much do you know?”

          He laughed out loud, “The day that anyone, much less you, is able to get past me in music is the day I will run naked in New York. Plus the Execs told me, figuring that I was helping you with the arrangements. Imagine me surprise when I find out that you are not only doing a set on the last concert but that you are trying to pull it off without any help.”

          Joce pouted, slumping in the chair and crossed her arms across he chest. “Yeah and I almost pulled it off if it, too.”

          “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just hit the replay.”

          “Hit it yourself.”

          5 minutes later Kevin couldn’t stop laughing. The song was great, and he could understand why Joce was having such a hard time with the lyrics for the bridge, but what he thought was so funny was the line in the second verse.

          “Joce, seriously. ‘Did you hear about time I slept with what’s his name? Wasn’t that the mag that last week said I was gay?’ First off, which tabloid called you gay? And second do you have to be so obvious about the whole thing?”

          Rolling her eyes, Joce sighed, “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

          “Bull, you want to cause a stir about the tabloids printing about us, don’t you? Well?” He waited.

          “Fine. Yes, I want to cause a stir. And I should be able to since you and I have NOT been having an affair for however long they’ve been saying.”

          “2 years.” He interrupted.

          “Huh? What? Two years? Holy crap, Kevin, you’ve been reading the articles?”

          “I get bored in the bathroom, I grab a tabloid, it serves two purposes, something to read and something to wipe myself with.”

          “Still Kev, you have to admit this is not good for you. What if Kristen really believes this and uses it in the divorce.”

          Kevin shrugged slightly, “Even if she did use it, what would she gain. I am willing to part with half of what we own except for the things that I brought to the marriage. Kris is not like that, she doesn’t have a vindictive bone in her body.”

          “Then why did she file for a divorce?”

          He didn’t answer for a moment, he had asked himself the same thing, “I don’t know. All she sited was ‘irreconcilable differences’ and that was all she told anyone. I love Kris, but if she wants out, I won’t deny her.”

          “Sorry for bringing it up. So come one, Kev. Let’s figure out a bridge otherwise I am going to fall flat on my face tonight.”

          “Hey, Joce?”

          “Yeah?”

          “What the hell is Onyx Rayne?”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

          They snuck onto an empty bus, their lips meeting feverishly. He pulled her into his arms and dragged her to the back of the bus where a bed laid waiting for them.

          “We, really, Hmm, should be getting back.” She managed to get out between kisses and together they unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor.

          “Yea, we should.” He agreed even as he pushed her down on the bed, falling on top of her as she dragged him down too, “But first-“

          He cut of as he kissed her again, deepening it more as he hands sought out the soft skin underneath her top. He groaned into her mouth at her body responding to his touch, arching against him bare chest while her hands lightly racked his back. In a whirl wind of motion, their clothing flew at random around the small bedroom.

          “Too long, too god damn long.” He murmured, kissing her throat, to her collar bone as he raised her hips to mold against his own.

          “Yes talking,” She gasped as he teased her, barely entering an inch into her, “More this.” She demanded as she raised her hips to his abruptly causing them both to cry out. Their bodies moved together rapidly and fast, and in moments they were both laying on the bed panting.

          Tracing his fingers up the valley between her breasts, he lightly kissed her neck, “We really should take our time, one of these days.” He joked as he pulled her close to him.

          “And miss the fun in sneaking off for a quickie?” She made of horror at him then laughed, “That would take all the fun out of this.”

          He was silent for a moment, his face serious, “And what is this?” He asked cautiously, not daring to meet her gaze.

          She was taken back by the question, finding hard to find an answer for it. What was this?

          “I-I don’t know. A fling?”

          His hand stilled at her answer, unable to face him, she quickly climbed out of the bed and got dressed. He sat up, with his legs dangling at the end of the bed.

          “Is that what this is to you? A fling?” He asked her back, watching her pull on her jeans.

          She kept her back turned to him as she finished dressing and pulled her hair back in a ponytail, “Yeah. I mean there was no commitment, no emotions, nothing. This has been sex, nothing more. A booty call.”

          “But-“ He started to interject but was cut off again.

          “Well, I will met you back at the recording bus in a while. I need to run to the hotel first and pick up my other guitar. Bye.” And with that, she was gone.

          For a long while he sat on the bed naked, staring down the hall of the bus, as if daring her to come back. When she didn’t, his mouth dropped open.

          “A Fling? What the hell, man!” He groaned as he threw his hands up in the air and fell backward back onto the bed. “Booty call, my ass.” He added. Then got off the bed and dressed quickly, looking around the bus, trying to figure out who’s they had been on. Seeing a play station 360 next to the TV he realized he was on Nick’s bus.

          “Aw, hell.” He groaned as he quickly rearranged the bed and opened all the windows to help air out the smell of sex in the room. He knew that China had left earlier, but still he didn’t’ need to add on to Nick’s pissed off attitude with leaving his bed a mess and the place reeking of sex. After all, it was never nice to kick someone when they were down. And right now he was down too.

          “A fuckin’ booty call!” He snapped as he got off the bus and looked around for her.

          He’d show her a booty call.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

          Alex ran to their tour bus looking for Jocelynn after coming back from shopping. Before he even stepped into the bus he could hear the gentle playing notes from a piano. Carefully he crept onto the bus, locking the door behind him, then moved to stand behind her as she sat on the bed, her back to him as she sat at his key board. And softly her voice began to weave a magic around him as she sung slowly.

          “Pride can stand a thousand trials, the strong will never fall. But watching stars with out you, my soul cries. Heaving hard, it’s full of pain. Oh, oh, the aching. ‘Cause I’m kissing you, oh. I’m kissing you, love…”

          His heart turned over in his chest as she continued the song, unaware of his presence. He could feel her pouring her soul into it, it was a sensation that he never knew before, being completely swept away in the emotion of a song, in the melody. As the song built, Jocelynn played more passionately, then stopped. For a moment he thought the song was over, until she sang again and the music seemed to follow her voice. He could feel the power of her voice singing through his veins, causing his blood to heat up. There was something erotic about the way her small hands flowed across the keys, and the subtle huskiness of her voice that made him more then ever.

          The bus was silent for as the last piano note rang after her voice finally trailed off.  It took Alex a moment to realize he had been holding his breath. Finally he exhaled softly.

          “My lord, Jocelynn, you are incredible.”

          “AH!” Joce shrieked at hearing Alex behind her. Quickly she turned of his keyboard, and tried to search for something.

          “What are you looking for?” He laughed, he couldn’t help it, and her expression was so priceless when she heard him. For a moment he thought she was going to have a heart attack, her face had been so white.

          By now, Jocelynn was scowling, “I am looking for anything that I can throw at you,” Quickly she grabbed a pillow that had fallen from the couch, “Here we go. What the hell is with you people fuckin’ sneaking up on me today?” She exclaimed as she threw the pillow at him.

          Catching the pillow before it hit his head, Alex  used it as a shield incase any more projectiles decided to make their way towards him, “All you people?” he asked between his laughing.

          “Yes, all you people.” Joce answered, standing in front of him with her hands on her hips, her eyes large and daring, “You and Kevin both have snuck up on me when I want my privacy, you lout.”

          Alex laughed harder and the name she called him. Doubling over laughing, he dropped the pillow to the ground.

          “What the hell is so damn funny, McLean?”

          Alex raised his hand, “One second.” He said trying to catch his breath and control himself. After taking a few moments to finally cease laughing, Alex stood up straight with a seductive grin.

          “It’s just that,” He started, taking a few steps towards her, “You are so beautiful when you are angry.” He needed her right now, his jeans were strained against his as he hardened even more as some strands of her hair tumbled down from her clip, laying above her low cut of her red tank top.

          “Oh, buck off, Alex.” Joce retorted, knowing the look in his eye she took a step backward only to bump into the keyboard.

          “Buck off? I think you have been spending too much time with Kara on the phone.” Alex said slowly, purposely cornering her against the keyboard.

          “Alex…” Joce began, reminding them of the agreement to wait one more day.

          But he wasn’t listening, he could still feel her voice singing through his veins, clouding his mind, making his body burn for her. Swiftly he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the back of the bus where he promptly lifted her in his arms and kissed her hungrily and unceremoniously dropped her on to the bed. Reaching for the bottom of his shirt, he pulled it over his head and tossed it on to the floor. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as her eyes widened and lips parted.

          “Don’t even say a word, Jocelynn. Or so help me God woman, I will make you regret every word of it.” He growled while he unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor.

          Joce couldn’t breath, she knew the mood Alex was in and it could be as volatile as Nick’s temper is pushed wrong. More so, she couldn’t take her eyes off him as that dark look over came his face. Swallowing slightly, she couldn’t help but open her mouth.

          “I don’t think this is something God would want to be apart of, Alexander.” It barely made out in a whisper, but she knew by the lift on the side of his mouth that he heard her and took it as a challenge.

           Kneeling on the bed, he moved over her like a sleek feline until his body covered her own.

          “Well, little one. I hate to tell you this but,” He paused a moment to kiss the very sensitive area below her earlobe, sending small bolts of lightning through her. “You are such a sinful temptation that you would entice a saint.”

          Joce was barely aware of him taking off her clothing as he slide down her pants and underwear, in fact she barely heard a word from his mouth while his hands and lips were still moving across her body. When he took off her tank top, she finally heard the last sentence.

          Looking up at him she couldn’t help but smile, which with her hooded eyes sent his blood heated even more. “So does that make you one? Or will you admit to being the son of darkness?”

          Alex nipped at her shoulders, moving his mouth down to her breasts, nipping along the way as he answered her, “Which would you prefer?”

          “You.” She cried out as his tongue teased her breast, then took one deep within his mouth as his knee pushed it’s way between her legs to open the to him.

          “The devil it is.” He finally conceded while he moved his mouth to the other breast. “And the devil, you shall get.”

          Quickly and without warning he buried himself deep within her, pushing her up the bed with the power of it. Her mouth opened to cry out but he quickly put his hand over it to silence her. He pulled out all the way and thrust hard and deep again, repeating it again and again while she cried against his hand. Her body arched against his, inviting the brutal invasion as he lathered her breast with his kisses. Then he replaced his hand with his mouth over hers, drinking in her cries as he increased pace until he felt her body bow, letting him know she was at the brink.

          Without breaking this kiss, he pulled out of her once more, but did not re-enter, instead letting his head only rest against the entrance of her body. Satin skin shifted restlessly against heated skin as her hips moved towards his, trying to take his member in themselves since he was cruelly denying her body the release she needed.

          A deviant chuckle left his lips against hers as he felt her hands run down his back to his buttocks in effort to try to pull him back into her. Before she knew what he was doing, he grabbed her wrists into one hand and held them above head, stretching her body out like a pagan sacrifice.

          Pulling away from the kiss, he looked down at her, scanning from up and down her body in silent appreciation. He watched her in enjoyment as her hips twisted, slowly moving back and forth, up and down all at once, like a provocative belly dance. Bringing his eyes to her once more he quickly  entered her once more. Jocelynn’s body exploded around his as he pushed as far as he could go. Her cries of pleasure echoed in his ears, in his head, making his own build higher and higher.

          Letting go of her wrists, Alex moved his arms around and underneath her, wrapping them up in order for to hold her shoulders tightly so he could pull her down against him as he thrust harder and faster into her. Her body didn’t relax, it tense more and more, sending her into wave after wave of ecstasy as he rode her further. Her breath caught in her throat and she forgot to breath, she didn’t even feel the pain from his fingers gripping, digging into her shoulders and back.

          “You are mine.” He growled and thrust once more harder, finally finding his release. But she didn’t let it end there, she kept raising her hips to his, milking him of everything he had, sending him into a spiral is pleasure that stole his senses, making Alex cry out loud in an animalistic roar that sent shudder through his body and into her making her reach another peak again. Alex found himself on a never ending roller ride for as she peaked again to did he, without even moving and it was more powerful then the one before. Afraid that he would lose his mind in his cries, he latched his mouth onto her shoulder and bite down slightly to muffle his screams.

          Neither moved, for they couldn’t even breathe, their breaths came short and fast. Their bodies were drained of all energy, neither could move, or speak let alone think. Without even realizing it they fell asleep and never noticed the shadow that stood outside the bus window, watching them the whole time.