It was a normal day at the park and Robert Willaims had taken his usual roundabout around the neighbourhood. The doctors had diagnosed him with some rheumatic condition and his wife and daughter had made sure to coerce him into taking walks every evening. He thought it unpleasant and tedious at first and was averse at the idea but he soon got the hang of it and much to the surprise of his wife didn't put up a front or complained anymore about his walks, rather he enjoyed it and voluntary took off on his own. The sudden pleasure he took at taking the walks was secretly attributed for him being able to escape his wife's scrutiny of his health and diet and enjoy Bill's hotdogs that he recently discovered by the sidewalk stalls. Of course he won't be revealing that to his critical wife and daughter. The added benefit was that he could also take his time to sit out and enjoy a smoke, his Sarah detested smoking and she had brainwashed her younger brother Toby to tell on him if he was ever found smoking; hell Toby would sit out in front of the telly and condemn the actors taking a swig as well.

It was on this unsuspecting day that his mistakes caught up to him. He was just about lighting his cigarrete, barely taking a puff when an unsuspecting man came and sat beside him. A little too close for comfort Robert thought. He moved away turning to him and asked the man to kindly move and take another park bench if he wouldn't mind.

"Robert William, local attorney at the Lawyers Guild" said the man curtly. He was dressed in a business suit, his hair slick and black, with classy brown rimmed glasses.

"I'm sorry do I know you?" Asked Robert, unsettled.

"Yes you have access to the DA's office on a certain case I'd like to view." Said the man staring away into the distance.

"CIA?" Robert asked as he took a whiff of his smoke, relaxing slightly at his conclusion. In his line of business he had daily brushes with certain officials and organisations, powerful men who wanted his cooperation for less than respectable work. And for each of those he could claim, much to his Daughter's pride that he always answered NO.

"I'm afraid not." Said the man.

Robert frowned his brow and turned to the man, "Well, if its anything related to the court and its proceedings, you can contact the office."

"Our offer is generous. Something you can't refuse."

"The office, just give it a call."

"You may be staking your life."

"I've been threatened before, and my answer has always been constant." Robert replied curtly unshaking. He knew most bluffs were called upon by these corrupted men.

"I believe your daughter is your life." The man stated drawing out his suitcase and placing it on his legs, opening the locks one click at a time.

"What do you mean?!" Robert raised his voice outraged.

"I suggest you lower your voice, you're making a scene. Men like us have to be careful." Said he as he took out a file and handed it to him. Robert stiffened yet reached out as the man offered him the folder. On opening it, he saw his records, his family photo and a picture of Sarah recently taken at her college pinned along with the documents. Robert was highly unsettled.

"Miss Williams writes fine essays, I believe she wrote one on her honest father for the school paper for her high school paper. Such a devoted student, I believe she might live to make a fine neurologist once she graduates from the Didymus Institute of Science." the man recited, like he had memorised those details.

Robert was near hysterics, Sarah, this man had information about his Sarah and the picture showed to him couldn't be less than a week old. Sarah had just left for the College a week ago.

"I could get you arrested…" Robert started with rage..

"Tut tut, don't make a scene. Miss Williams may be compromised." The man answered with a smile gracing his features for the first time since he sat with him. Robert restrained himself; he didn't like the smile at all, it was rather sickly.

"Good. Now shall we talk?" Said the man reaching for a file in his case.

The receptionist smiled as a small man with a briefcase walked in through the door of the office.

"Sir, Mr Hogley is here." She buzzed in on the intercom on her desk. The intercom lighted up green and she looked at Mr Hogley smiling. "Mr King will see you now."

Anxious Mr Hogley walked in through the doors and saw his employer looking out the window behind his desk facing away from him.

"Yes Hoggle. Did you get the job done?" Asked the tall blonde man still looking out the window.

"Its Hoggly sir," Said the man inaudibly as he adjusted his glasses. "The job is done. I had a talk with Mr Williams, he agreed to help."

"Agreed?" He turned to face his employee as he took a drink from a glass he was holding. "You exploited his weakness I assume?"

"Er.. yes.. He was hard to persuade but even the man has a price." Hogley added cheekily.

"I was told Robert Williams was immovable and honest to a fault. I wonder how much did it take him to cave in?" Mr King walked over his chair and settled comfortably on his chair.

"Well Sir not much, Sarah Williams. His daughter. Saved us a hefty amount" Hogley answered solemnly.

"Sarah Hmmm.. Well cheers to Sarah Williams. I'll drink to her." Chuckled Mr King softly as he raised his glass, taking in the sight of how the liquor in the glass sparkles before he downed it. His thoughts still wandering to the events that took place a few hours before. A pair of feisty green eyes still on his mind.

Sarah Williams sat in between two drunken couple making out and wondered why in seven hells did she even agree to come to a club. Her father would throw a fit if he knew what she was up to and her stepmother would never let this go.

The Oubliette was the hottest new club lounge that had just opened a month ago in the city. It was a grand place, opened with the intended purpose of being a gentleman's club. The owner was from overseas, so he might not had known that a gentleman's club wouldn't be so profitable in the current economy so it was quickly turned into a club of some sorts. It had a bar and everything a club would offer, except that it was classier. It wasn't wild and promiscuous as other clubs of which Sarah had heard tales of from her wild friend Janice, but was decent and fancy. Sarah was sold when Janice pleaded her to accompany her, and when Janice described the place. She added that it was a weekend rush therefore more young people would be there and it was the perfect place to have Sarah's pre birthday celebrations, given Sarah decided to spend her birthday on the real date with her family 200 miles away. Sarah suggested to going to a local restaurant where they'd dine fancy but Janice was persistent. "Oh! dine in a restaurant? Honey, it's a birthday celebration not a date night with me! We're both straight remember? You never ever go clubbing.. ah ah ah I know what you're going to say miss goody two shoes… There's this place, its new…" And soon enough Sarah found herself here, inexplicably the designated driver at her own pre birthday celebration with Janice and three other girls.

Janice was having the time of her life dancing away with every guy who hit on them. Janice was short and feisty with golden hair and bright blue eyes, when she smiled her dimples stole the show. She was pretty as pretty goes, though Sarah herself was not average looking at all.

Sarah rolled her eyes as another drunken guy approached her.

"Hey princess, you look out of place." He gestured as he pointed towards the two couples making out vigorously on either side of Sarah. "I could fix that" He gave a winning smile.

Sarah wanted to explain that she was on the settee first before the two couples made their way and plopped down next to her and started instigating pre love making rituals right beside her. Her shoes, which she rarely wore were starting to blister her right where the strap met her skin confirming that stilettoes weren't her thing, no matter how fancy and pretty they look. She had been hunting for a place to sit after her first two dances with the girls and when she finally found one, she was accosted by numerous drunken men.

Sarah grabbed her purse and stood up anyway, she decided she had enough and was going to find Janice, the other girls and convince them to go. She brushed past the drunken guy and headed towards Nicole, one of the girls who came along with her. Nicole was as drunk as heck, her eyes were glazed over and she barely seemed to recognise Sarah as she started swaying to the beat. Sarah likened her to a possessed demon at the behaviour. She was taking them home.

At that point, the elevator doors opened at the other end of the lounge and to those who weren't drunk enough or not preoccupied with other hands-on action noticed the party that steeped out of the elevator.

The aged pot bellied owner of the club escorted a young blonde man with several other man in suits as he smiled rather anxiously besides the blonde man; commenting on several things as he led him through the club.

The young man had an aristocratic aura about him, He had long blonde hair which he tied to a pony tail behind him, he wore a stark clean off-white suit with a devilish red scarf. He looked rather unimpressed by what he saw, and more so bored by whatever his companion was chattering to him about. The few girls who noticed him gave him sly smiles and inviting looks but he didn't pay them any mind. Rather he looked annoyed by the skimpy girls cavorting about with any men they could find in drunken stupor. As his disapproval entered a high low, a giggling woman stepped up front and tripped on him. He grabbed her arm as he steadied her to her feet. The woman was still giggling.

"Nicole.." Came a panicked voice from the right.

"Seriously… I do not fiddle with whores. Move away." He spoke coldly as he let go of her arm and pushed her out of his way.

Sarah heard him loud and clear as she scrambled to grab Nicole. She had been leading the four drunken girls, two of whom were very very drunk, towards the door and hopefully get them back to their rooms in one piece.

She blamed the alcohol for what she did next, though she had drunk a little over one shot. She grabbed the closest glass from one of the waiters who was serving champagne and splashed it over the offender's face. He looked rather stunned as she stood there before him and glowered at him. "No friend of mine is a whore." She hissed.

He just stood frozen, his gaze following Sarah as she led Nicole away from them. The man beside him panicked and fussed over calling the waiters to get towels and apologising fervently, stating the girl wasn't his. The blonde man simply raised his hand to halt him mid-sentence and continued walking out the door. From the corner of his view he could see the girl waving the cheque at one of the waiters as the owner of the oubliette approached them with his men.

A/N So I started this story and wrote it till 5 am because an Idea hit me. This is totally AU. I love S/J so much :3 I hope you guys like it. Rate and review! I'm open to constructive criticism.