*Much bickering can be heard in the loft as yet another meeting has gone on, still going on, and is causing much debate. Luckily this is recorded.*

“But we can’t! This can’t happen! Not now!” Jessie said looking at her brother, feeling hopeless.

Sam shakes his head, just as hopeless, but needing to be the strong one here, “We have no choice in the matter.” Probably even less, he amends silently.

“But… But no! Phil and I… we haven’t really talked! Oh god…”

“Well it’s just going to have to wait.” He said calmly, trying to comfort her.

“It’ can’t WAIT! It’s happening like it or not!” She pulled away from him. She couldn’t just say the things she’d said and just bolt! Even to someone used to leaving when things got messy, it was a bit much.

Jake shakes head and enters conversation leaving Jordan and Samuel in their own group as they watch the others. “Dude, anyone else think it’s pretty fucked up that we finally get a holiday together, and it’s blown like this?”

Sam shakes head again, and is silently glad for the interruption as it causes Jess to calm down enough that she’s no longer raging, and she settles for being throughly non plussed. “You have no idea.” Jess starts to cry, causing Sam to shoot her a sideways glance and sort of edge away. Jake rolls his eyes and puts an arm around her, and Jess cries on his shoulder.

(Conversations like this are going on every where, except for the shouting match going on in the middle of the living room.)

“How the fuck am I supposed to trust you?”

“You are just going to have to! I won’t take your memories okay? Tell emmie so she can stop spazzing!”

“Right, and how the fuck is she going to believe you?”

“Dylan have a bit of god damned faith in people! I said I won’t and I’ll keep my word!”

“Right, I am sure you are an expert at that!” He snapped back, and she paused somewhat stung. She’d actually broken her word several times doing what she did, actually she didn’t think she had it in her, and it made her sick.

“I knew it!” He growled, disgusted with her reaction, “You want me to have faith in people and yet there you are fucking us all under first chance you get.” A giggle is heard from the side of the room and he ignores it, everyone does.

“I don’t want to do this any more then you want this done!”

“Bullshit!”

“Dylan, this isn’t up for debate, you have my word, that’s just going to have to be enough, okay? Because I can’t give you anymore! There’s nothing left.”

(They keep arguing, though it’s pretty obvious that the worst is over and Sam shakes his head with a sigh.)

“Why didn’t you interrupt?” Jake asks, looking at Sam. No one ever got to call the resident goddess a lying filthy whore bag bitch with Sam around.

“She won’t let me.”

“Daaamn, and you are okay with that?”

“No.”

Jake sighed and ran his hand through his hair, watching them go at it. They argued the same, things were going nowhere fast. “Going to be pleasant locked up with him this pissed.”

“We’ll find a way to deal with it.” Sam said, they always found a way, though Dylan had always been one of the calming forces, not so… volatile. “Can you manage?”

“With the enforcer? Sure. Can you?” Jake gave an easy grin. “I’ve dealt with him like this for years, and that’s not just the green stuff talking.” Sam arched an eyebrow going to ask but decided that they’d have potential months to do that…

“That’s it!” Cresta snapped loudly, looking around. “I can’t get a hold of Lissa, which means you guys are just going to have to deal with the way things are! Here!” Several spiral notebooks and pens landed in the middle of the floor. “Write them! Sit here and sulk, I don’t care! I have to pack up the valley!” She was near tears and she stomped into the office. No one said anything for a moment, until they all decided at seemingly the same moment to go and get the notebooks and do just that, it was just… the way things were….

and they sucked.