Upon request, a flashback! : )

Sorry it's so short! There shall be more soon!

///Flashback///

"Okay! So the best way to get dark soda out of a CORAL colored rug is to take a little bit of kerosene and mix it with butter and iodine! It'll smell awful! But at least you don't have to mix vinegar too! You add that if you spill chocolate sauce on a lavender throw pillow!" Emma had been explaining all of her cleaning solution recipes for the better part of an hour. Sue and her three companions had reverted into 'Blank Stare' mode.

"Now what you REALLY have to look out for is Jell-O! It will stain the sin right out of any upholstery. So will anything with Red Dye 5! Oh and jellybeans! When they're melted. Do they have a water fountain here, or at the bar, perhaps? Can I have a sip of your juice? Oh never mind, it smells like lighter fluid. You know, more people spontaneously combust every year! They must drink too much!"

Finally Sue cut her off, "Elijah," The tall woman slurred holding up her hand, "I think it is time that you…just…shut your damn mouth."

Emma nodded and took a sip of her drink. "I think I should try to use the bathroom. But I don't what kind of people and STD's have been on the seats." She mumbled chewing on her straw and staring off into space. The couple at the next table gave her an odd look.

"Sue we've gotta go!" Jules announced, standing up along with the other two. "Practice is at 5 AM tomorrow!"

"Well! That's what you get for having performers that suck at living!" Sue was condescending even in her drunkest state.

"They were…not nice…" Emma burped. "That one looked like Obama…"

"That's racist."

"Not the black one…the blonde one…" The smaller woman argued.

"Oh." Sue nodded and shrugged in agreement.

Emma sighed and rested her head on her hand. "I am SO bored!" She complained. "I think…we should play seek and go hide…"

"Hide and Seek? Here?" Sue raised her eyebrows. Emma nodded enthusiastically. "Sure, why not?"

//Twenty Minutes Later//

"You know, I've never been kicked out of anywhere before!" Emma smiled proudly as they strolled down the street, Starbuck's in hand.

"It's nothing new for me!" Sue smirked and looked around. "I think we're lost…" She observed.

"No, that's just the wind." Emma retorted.

"Oh." The coach stopped suddenly in front of a shop with neon lights and an array of bright colored pictures in the window. "Say! They're still open!" She exclaimed. She didn't even know what kind of shop it was-her eyes were too fuzzy.

"We should go in!" Emma suggested looking at all of the little pictures of tigers, and butterflies, and other things that kept her content in her stupor. Sue agreed and they rushed in like two kids into a candy store.

///

Emma woke up with a groan. The sun was just coming up through the blinds. She could feel Will shifting around behind her, which made her headache even more acute.

Hearing her small whimper, and feeling the covers pull as she tugged them over her head, alerted Will to her reaching consciousness. "Good morning." He whispered leaning over her shoulder and brushing her hair out of her face. "How are you feeling?"

"Will…" She mewed turning her head slightly. "I think they poisoned me…" Will chuckled lightly and kissed her cheek tenderly.

"I think so too." He said before lying down behind her and pulling her close. "But lets see if we can squeeze in another couple of hours of sleep, okay?"

Emma's eyes widened as he pressed up against her, "Ow!" She exclaimed pulling away. "Ow! Ow!" She jumped out of bed and felt around her backside. Suddenly her jaw dropped and she dashed into the bathroom and slammed and locked the door.

Will sat, stunned for a moment, "Emma, sweetie? What's wrong?" He called slowly climbing out of bed.

"My butt hurts!" She yelled.

He stood for a moment, taking in what she said, before his eyes also widened. "Wh-what?" He was pretty sure he shrieked a louder than Rachel when she lost her 'Wicked' sheet music. "Sweetie! I'm calling the hospital! Don't tell anyone, anything until the police are called!"

"No, Will! The outside of it!" She sounded scared, sick, and now, disgusted all at the same time. Will sighed with relief and waited patiently. Suddenly there was a shrill scream from behind the door.

He stood silent for a moment. "Em? Everything okay?" He waited for an answer, but there was none. "Emma Lucille! What is it?" He tried to sound stern, but his anxiousness shone through.

The door opened slowly, and Emma's pale face appeared. "Hi." She whispered.

"Hello!" Will growled, nonchalant was not a game he wanted to embark on after nearly having ten heart attacks in the last nine hours.

"Um…I…there's well um…there's something…on…well…I don't know… I think…you know…nothing." She nodded as though she had cleared everything up with him. When she went to walk away, he grabbed her arm. Knowing that getting an answer from her was going to take about three hours of prodding, stuttering, and cleaning. He simple pulled her shorts down.

Underneath, on her left side, right where her lower back met her derrière was a small square piece of gauze. When she didn't pull away, he took that as an incentive to move on. He gently pulled the bandage of to reveal a small flash of color about a square inch in circumference. His jaw dropped, and she let out another whimper.

"You…got a tattoo?"

Okay! I hope to have chapter two up by the weekend!!