Authors Note: Not sure what made me write two chapters in less then two hours, but I tendto do so.

I do not own Lucas or Dean Corso. They belong to their respected creators and I just...borrow them from time to time.

Do not own Black Friday by Steely Dan

Lucas hung up the phone, finishing off the rest of his drink and moving back into the living room. He walked behind his desk and picked up the old and tattered verson of The Devil In Love. There were times he wondered where Irene was. It had been a bitter sweet moment, the morning he woke up and found her gone.

There were no hard feelings though. Lucas had known it was going to come, he'd just tried to ignore it. But with her passing, someone else entered. A young woman had entered the scene, moving into the vacant apartment, just after Irene had disappeared. She was a literature teacher at the local college and had moved from Yorkshire, England to work in Madrid. It had been slow, but she and Lucas had grown close, to say the least.

As if reading his thoughts, a knock came to his door. Lucas put the book and his glass down, heading over to the door and undoing the locks. Alexandra Carnahan turned to look at him as he opened the door. Her sweet smile graced her lovely face a moment, before she spoke. "If you keep breaking our dates, to go on your little deals, I may have to tie you to a chair." She said, leaning forward and stealing a kiss. Lucas grinned slightly behind her kiss and grabbed her arm gently, pulling her through the door, closing behind her.

"Now wait a moment," Lucas said, pulling back from the kiss. "I told you, I was going to Paris." He cocked his head to the side.

She smiled again and replied. "But you didn't take me with you."

"Is that all this is?" Lucas asked, watching her as she pulled her auburn hair tighter in it's pony tail.

"Maybe." She said, her blue grey eyes sparkling. She held up a bottle of wine and winked. Lucas started to grab her by the waist, when she slipped past him, going towards his kitchen.

"I'm gone less then a week and this is how you treat me?" Lucas asked, with a mock pout.

"As I said, you didn't take me with you?" She answered over her shoulder, grinning as she entered his kitchen.

He stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching as she took two glasses out of the dishwasher and opened the bottle of wine. "Yes, well, I'll be leaving again." He said, taking in her small frame, with it's short height.

"Where to this time?" She asked, looking up as she poured the wine.

"New York. Next week." He answered as she passed him a glass.

"Another deal?"

"Yes and no." Lucas sighed. "My cousin lives there. I's time to make amends."

Alexandra raised an eye brow. "For what?"

"Old wounds." Lucas gestured it off, taking a drink.

Alexandra shook her head. "Keep you're secrets, Lucas."

In Lucas's life, there had only been one other woman to use his first name. That had been Nikon. And she had left a bitter scar on his heart. He imagined he'd felt much the same way Dean had when Lacy had walked out on him, for Lucas. THAT had been a careless fling, and there was no love between him and Lacy. So it was only cruel irony that Nikon broke his heart.

Yet here was Alexandra, and Lucas hadn't been able to help but fall hopelessly in love with her, and vise versa. They never looked past tomorrow with their relationship, living it by the moment. Alexandra had suffered as bad, if not worse, heart break in the past. As much as she wanted marriage, she didn't want to push Lucas. But Lucas was feeling a little more comfortable with the idea.

And that's what made him ask. "Come with me?" Alexandra looked up at him, surprised. Lucas never asked her come with him when he was on a deal, even though Alexandra had a great love for Antiquarian and rare books.

"Are you serious?" She asked softly.

Lucas nodded. "I figure, why face Dean alone." He said absently in to his glass but in reality, he was silently begging for her to say yes.

"Of course I will." She responded. She sat down her glass, closing the difference between them. "Who knows, maybe I'll see MY cousin, Cearea, there. Though I really think she's still in London, but who knows, it's been a long time since I talked to her." Alexandra waved it off as she usual did when she rambled. Lucas smirked and shook his head, sitting his glass down and reaching out, pulling her to him. He felt this was important. In more ways then one.

Dean flipped through the book as he stood at the counter of the Fire Fly bookshop. He was, more or less, in his own little word at the moment, which was only accented by the fact that he was singing under he breath.

"When Black Friday comes
I'll collect everything I'm owed
And before my friends find out
I'll be on the road."

Rhett Francesco came out from the back room and looked at Dean for a long moment before snorting. Dean looked up, but didn't stop singing.

"When Black Friday comes
I'll fly down to Muswellbrook
Gonna strike all the big red words
From my little black book."

Rhett shook his head but couldn't help but grin as he found himself continuing the song.

"Gonna do just what I please
Gonna wear no socks and shoes
With nothing to do but feed
All the kangaroos."

"You know that songs never been more right." Rhett said after a moment as he leaned on the counter. Dean grinned a crooked a grin and finished.

"When Black Friday comes
I'm gonna dig myself a hole
Gonna lay down in it 'til
I satisfy my soul
Gonna let the world pass by me
The Archbishop's gonna sanctify me
And if he don't come across
I'm gonna let it roll."

"It's gonna take more then Archbishop to sancitfy you my friend." Rhett said with a pointed look.

"I'm just waiting for the Pope." Dean answered, shutting the book.

"I bet you are." Rhett said, glancing up the stairs of the spiral stair case as Kali Ember came down it.

"What are you two talking about?" She asked, pulling her strawberry blonde hair into a pony tail.

"Dean's soul, or the lack there of." Rhett answered. Dean gave Rhett a dark look and turned, leaning against the counter to look at the front door of the shop he'd been in thousands of times, from the time that it was Bernie's till now, when Kali had bought it.

Kali frowned and looked at the man she'd once had as a lover. She and Dean had gone their sperate ways when he disappeared with out saying goodbye. Sometimes she wondered what Cearea saw him in, but then Kali had always known Cearea was in love with the bastard, even when Kali was sleeping with him. And she and Cearea were best friends, go figure. And sometimes she wondered if Dean even still had a soul.

But he had changed. He'd learned there was more to life then just money. And she had to admit, he was devoted to Cearea. He'd risked his life, taking a bullet for her. Kali had done the same for Rhett, the man she loved.

"Where's Cearea?" Rhett asked after a moment of silence.

"Up stairs, putting some books up." Kali answered, glancing up the stairs. Dean said nothing but slipped past her, heading up the stairs. Kali turned to Rhett, who grinned, curling his finger for her to come closer. Kali followed, grinning herself.

Cearea pushed her dark red hair behind her ear as she slipped the book into it's place and stepped back. Straight into a pair of arms. She smiled slightly and leaned back against Dean. He rested his chin on the top of her head, which was quiet easy, seeing as she was much shorter then him.

"You know, we have to stop meeting like this." Dean muttered.

"Yes, but if I didn't know better, I'd think you'd planned every step of this." Cearea replied, still smiling.

"Only part of it." Dean answered.

"Which part?" Cearea asked. Dean turned her to face him.

"The better part." He answered, looking into her eyes.

"We're gone!" Rhett called from down stairs as he and Kali headed for the door.

"Fine!" Cearea replied, shaking her head. "I don't know who's worse, us or them." She said softly to Dean.

"Oh us, most definitely." Dean grinned, stealing a kiss. Cearea wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back. "You know I love you, right?"He asked softly as she pulled back after a moment.

"Mhmm." She nodded, brushing the hair back from his face.

"Good, cause I love you." He said.

Cearea was about to reply when the sound of the door got her attention again. She frowned. "Kali should have locked it." She muttered, pulling out of his arms. Dean frowned at the interruption, but followed her to the stairs. Cearea descended them slowly. A man was standing at the counter. He was tall, with black hair and pale skin. He was looking at the same book Dean had been looking at earlier. He was dressed in an expensive tailor cut suit. It wasn't unusual for the bookshop to get wealthy customers, but this one unnerved Cearea. There was an air of darkness around him. Even Dean could feel it and he moved closer to Cearea as they came off the last step.

"Can I help you?" Cearea asked.The man looked up as Cearea moved behind the counter.

"I should hope so. I'm Thomas LiVed."

"What can I do for you, Mr. LiVed?" Cearea asked cautiously.

"I'm looking for a book, a very...rare book." He answered, eyes sparkling in that way Cearea hated.

"And that would be?" Dean asked, one step ahead of Cearea.

"The Malatrium." The man answered.

"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that one." Cearea said softly, looking at the counter rather then at the man. But the man met Dean's eyes. Dean had HEARD of the book, to say the least, but he didn't want anything to do with it.

"You're aware the book doesn't exist..." Dean said slowly. The man just grinned, a dangerous, dark grin.