Ch.1 Dream lover

He loved moments like this. In the privacy of his mind he'd say' I live for this; for her'. He love her softness her smell even the way she smiled as she slept. She moved a little closer wrapping her arms a little more tightly around his chest. The heat and pressure that they're bodies created was an insatiable addiction for him. He loved devouring every second of it with his mind making sure he'd remember every detail. Moving the covers a little higher to warm they're now still bodies. Before he finally rests his head on the pillow he takes a moment to examine every inch of her face till his eyes begin to trail down to a point between her caller bones where a moon shaped necklace rests. Its onyx shines even in the darkness. He plays with it; gently rubbing his fingers across it being very careful not to wake her.

He wakes up and realizes it was just a dream. The disappointment of reality begins to set in fallowed by the weight of consciousness. At least it was the dream with the girl and not one of his monstrous nightmares for a change. He knows that even if he could go back to sleep he'd never be able to see her again. He'd tried that many times only to feel the disappointment of his lost dream lover. It was silly really he thought to himself as he rolled out of bed. Whenever he had the dream he could see her face clear as day but the minute he'd wake the image would retreat to his subconscious and remain completely out of reach. Aside from the necklace he couldn't remember a thing about her. She had no name no face and no race. She was an unsolvable mystery in his mind. Like a ghost come to haunt him every so often. Whether she was a figment of his imagination or a ghost his past he'd never know all he knew was that aside from waking with a major boner he'd also feel and endless loneliness.

Doyle Pushed the thoughts of his dreams to the far from his mind and focused on his morning routine. As he made the coffee and some eggs his eyes scanned the obscenely messy apartment he'd come to live in since his recent eviction from the Saturday house. He'd managed to get a room in his friends' apartment. The guy was one of the few good friends Doyle had and he didn't want to sound ungrateful but something had to be done about there sty. Joel wasn't ever around there often, either his modeling schedule or his girlfriends constant parties just meant he had time to eat, change and occasionally catch a nap.

"Morning Doyle" Joel said waving a hand nonchalantly. "Hey man" Doyle replied. He snickered as he took a sip of coffee. It was clear Joel had been out all night and was now reaching for the spoons he left in the fridge to help alleviate some of the puffiness before he went to the studio. "So... What's on the agenda to day Fruit of loom or Levi?" Doyle baited. "Neither" Joel said passing a hand through his messy golden hair. He knew what Doyle was doing but he was too tired to even play right now. "Today I'm just taking a mental health day; at least that's what my manager called it" he chuckled a little before beginning to pour his own cup of coffee. "Great; than you can help me clean this place up!" Doyle said with false enthusiasm. Joel rolled his head in Doyle's direction. His pretty green eyes looked directly at him. Doyle noticed that his pale skin seemed a little paler than before. "I promised Kayla I'd go with her to look at a place for us" He let us dipper out so that if anyone wasn't listening they'd have missed it. Doyle couldn't contain his laughter. After all her hard work Kayla finally convinced him into living with her. He couldn't resist blatantly mocking him for the next few hours. Then he realized if Joel were to move out so would he. The apartment wasn't under his name he'd have to find a new residence! He tried to think of a place he could safely acquire with very little effort. He couldn't move back in with his ex-girlfriend she'd moved in with a new boyfriend. He couldn't get out of the country because very few lacked a bounty on him. Most of all he was still scorning the Saturday family and refused to even call them. Doyle realized he'd have to do this the old fashioned way. He was going to have to go and look through news paper ads and talk to various apartment complexes. Money wasn't an issue for him because despite his leaving Van Rook and the Saturdays he still had a good name for procuring secret or privately owned valuables.

That's all he'd been up to lately; small time gigs that required very little effort. 'I guess when you do something long enough or hard enough everything seems easier' he mused to himself. He'd been doing this since he was thirteen and he's always had a special talent for it. He liked feeling unstoppable and powerful in the night. He was also technically a genius so he liked a job that was always a little tricky. The only other person he could think of who enjoyed it as much as he was Zak but currently the mini man wasn't allowed to come and play.

Later that Doyle was getting ready for a night out after a job well done. He heard a knock at the door. Quickly he checked himself to make sure there wouldn't be anything suspicious about him that may make his neighbors asks too many questions. He had taken off his safety vest and gun guarder so he looked normal enough to get the door. He swung the door back quickly, "listen, whatever you're selling we don't want any" he was just about to go back in after his rude remark when he realized it was Drew. The sister he wouldn't deny no matter what. He figured if she'd come to him something was wrong. He hung on the door with a grave look on his face which quickly recited as he saw her smile. "Hey Doyle I just came to talk to you for a minute" Drew said every word like a prayer, hoping he'd let her inside. He didn't say anything but he leaned out of the doorway, allowing her passage. Followed her in and shutting the door tightly behind them he refocused his attention on getting ready for the evening. Drew wondered over to the sofa and positioned her self comfortably before she began to speak "Doyle I've been thinking about what happened back then and Doc and I decided we'd appreciate you moving back in with us." Doyle lifted his head to scoff at her "please…Doc and I; you mean you beat him down till he said yes." Drew hung her head "Doyle please consider it I really miss you and I'm really sorry we made such a rush decision!"

"You're sorry…sorry doesn't cover it Drew!" He shouted turning to face her. "I can't believe you kicked me out after I risked my life three times to help you. More importantly how could you leave me again! After all that time and you didn't even bother to defend me!" Doyle hid his anguish with a more intense furry. After a moment of silence Drew began to cry a little and Doyle's furry dissipated. He went to sit down next to her on the sofa and tried his best to give her a comforting huge. "Listen I'm a little hurt and pretty pissed but I will consider it" Drew perked up and gave a nice smile." Here's my number and my E-Mail if you feel like taking us up on the offer" she said handing him a business like card. Doyle took the card a walked Drew to the door. " Hey can you tell Zak hi for me" She nodded with a smile and left him to collect his thoughts about her offer.

Aside from the fact that he's roommate was moving out and his sister dropping by to extend a very convenient offer. This part of the evening was actually going well he'd finished his mission and was about to deliver the goods to the man who'd given him the task. He said he was to meet him inside of a nightclub he owned on the upper west side of town. The club was called the Trance and it was pretty well known for illegal activity but also for a good time.

He went to the door and flashed the bodyguard his V.I.P. pass "Your boss is expecting me." The bodyguard gave him a knowing look before allowing him beyond the rope. Inside the club Doyle could barely hear himself think which was nice in his case. He liked feeling the music surge through him and the way the lights vision. It meant not having to worry about anything in his life; no connections of any kind. Once he got up to the bosses office he immediately snapped into business mode. "Money first then you can have the item" the boss put on a face of displeasure. "You know, there are 10,000 copies of this statue around the world, how do I know you're not going to hand me a replica?" This is always how it goes the boss tries to make you feel uncomfortable so you give him what he wants then he gives you half the cash. That wasn't happening to Doyle he'd had plenty of practice a schmoozing people into believing what ever he said. "Last chance, hand me the money and I'll hand you the hand of katain* besides when have I ever cheated you out of anything" he said nonchalantly. "Here" the boss said laying a brief case of money on the table and opening it. It had the required sum in it so Doyle closed it and took it up in his had while laying the artifact on his desk." Thank you for your services, if you'd like you can also stay and enjoy yourself downstairs in the club" They exchanged smirks of delight at the offer. However badly he wanted to stay though, he knew he couldn't leave the brief case where the boss or one of his goons could steal it back. "It's only ten o'clock if you wanted to go and then come back you probably could" said the boss knowingly.

An hour twenty minutes later he returned to the club the guards still allowed him to use his pass. The scene was even more fantastic than it had been an hour ago. There were more people and the songs became a little more exciting. Surprisingly enough he enjoyed dancing to the music even more surprising was how good he was at it. He stepped out of the crowed and headed towards the bar and that's where he saw her, the girl with an onyx moon shaped necklace. She was just sitting relaxing at the bar with a friend on her left side and an open seat to her right. He walked over to take the seat and with every step he calculated a plane to get her home with him. Aside from the obvious he wanted an explanation how could he dream about her necklace and not remember her. He paused for a moment to consider that perhaps it was just a coincidence, there were probably a dozen girls with onyx moon shaped necklaces. It didn't matter really it had been a while since Doyle had seen any action and he was ready to get some!

"Hey can I get a blue dragon* and a something for this lady here" he gave crooked smile and at first she seemed surprised then gave a little mischievous smile back. "I'll have a clockwork orange*" she nodded to the bar tender before turning to Doyle " so...thanks for the drink, I'm Sami by the way" she extended a had for a shake. "Doyle Stone*, it's a pleasure" he placed a hand firmly in hers. Sami was lovely she had soft grayish blue eyes which made her seem more intriguing. Like most Japanese ladies she was fair and had dark hair which she pined up in a half up half down kind of way. Her softness and grace made him feel as if he were somewhere else. Even time seemed to halt, Doyle's heart lurched as he stared at her until the sound of their drinks hitting the table reminded him of where he was.

"Thanks man" he tipped the bar tender before returning his attention to the Japanese beauty before him. "Not to be to cliché but what would someone like you be doing in a club like this". She giggled a little "I'm just on my way to visit some friends in California but I figured I stop and visit another friend during my lay over." she smiled at him sweetly and it let him know he could move in a bit closer. "That's cool; where are you from anyway". She didn't have an accent so he supposed she must live in the states.

"Kawasaki"

"Like Kawasaki, Japan! That's a long way to come just to visit a friend!"

"Yeah well there practically family and it's kind of an emergency" she said smoothly so as not to make him worry too much. He was kind enough to move on even though he wondered what she meant. He really liked this one not just for her stellar body or her mysterious soul but because he felt connected to her like he used to know her. That's why he felt so certain about moving things a little faster. "So do you want to go hang out before you have to board your plane" the girl behind Sami said something in Japanese that he couldn't understand. He assumed that must've been the friend she stopped to visit before heading to California. She looked back at him delighted but said "sorry I can't but how 'bout a dance". Slightly disappointed he took the compromise and lead her out on to the floor.

The two spent the night out on the floor enjoying the delight of each others company. When they finally stopped to go back to their drinks Sami caught a glimpse at the clock. "Oh jeez I gotta go" She said a little franticly. She sprung up on to the floor to go find her friend but Doyle caught her wrist before she got far. He pulled her in and kissed her. After the surprise faded from her face she kissed him back. All of time just seemed to stop until

she raised a hand to his chest and gave a gentle push. "Sorry but I really can't do this" She wriggled out of his arms awkwardly. And she was off again she grabbed her friend and they were gone. Despite his disappointment, he was feeling a kind of elation he hadn't felt in awhile. That night he was certain he'd sleep peacefully.

Ch.2

One Month Later…

His body was aching all over but the threat that was nearing gave him enough incentive to continue running. He wanted to look down at his bleeding leg but knew that it would only slow him down so he pushed on through the violent pain. Finally he'd found an escape from his agony! An open door that would lead him out in to the sanctuary of night. It was so close he could feel the cold night air on his skin. Panting heavily but not slowing down till finally he passes through the door on to the streets to freedom. He takes a moment to nurse he's leg when someone shoots out from around a corner. He's not afraid though, this someone is a familiar this someone he's a close friend. He extends a hand to the familiar but instead of receiving security he receives a new more vicious blow. The agony in his shoulder from the fresh gun wound is too much for him to bare. He slides down the wall till he hits the grimy ground beneath him. He takes what may be his last look at his attacker examining the vehement spit that's strewn across their face. He can't return any anger right now all that he can show is hurt. Not just physical but emotionally. He loved this person; he'd known them since they were children. How could they do this? He blinks once; the world gets fuzzy. He blinks twice everything starts going dark he blinks a third and finale time…

"Ugh!" Doyle's body jerked of its own accord. The adrenalin he'd had in his dream was still resonating through his body. He tried to steady his breath and sat up slowly in bed. He traces the spot where he'd been shot in the dream but found no mark. As usual the face from the dream disappeared but the sensations linger. Like the smell of vinegar spilled on a carpet. At first its pungent stench offends you with its unrelenting persistence to be noticed. Then over time the smell recedes to become an unpleasant shadow; bearable but still there. That's what bothered Doyle, no matter how many times he'd have one of his dreams the sensations were always fresh.

He checked his clock; it was only five o' clock. The sun wasn't up yet and he had no where to be. Still, he rolled him self out of bed unable to calm himself back to sleep. He rubbed his temples as he did what he always did after his nightmares. He thought of a better time. He though of himself alone and safe on some warm sunny beach, sometimes he tried just to clear his mind completely. Emptying all of the bad thoughts out and willing nothingness in.

More settled than before he tried to concoct something for breakfast from what few supplies they had. Neither of them had bothered to go to the store. Joel usually ate at Kayla's and Doyle hated grocery shopping too much to deal with it. Today though looking at the barren cabinets and fridge shelves it would be clearly unavoidable.

After he'd chocked down his concoction he searched around for a piece of paper and a pen. As he rummaged through various piles of rubbish he stumbled across Drew's card. It occurred to him that he honestly hadn't given any though to what his sister had said. But the time was running out. He was reminded of this whenever he looked around and saw a new box or a bare shelf. He hadn't really considered where to go yet he had thought there was more time. That Joel would reconsider or try to slow the process of the move, but he hadn't. Doyle had till the end of the week to find a place and that was it!

He picked up the house phone-one of the few things not in a box- and pounded out Drew's number. The phone only managed to ring once then an ecstatic "hello" came through. "Hey Drew it's me…"

"Doyle?!"

"Yup"

"I'd almost given up on you! You've had my number for a month now, why didn't you call sooner"

"I just needed some time to deliberate. Anyway is the offer still open or what"

"Of course! I'm so glade you changed your mind I-"

With that he shut the phone unwilling to carry on any further conversation. Doyle never considered that his actions and frankness would cause too much trouble. This time however he's lack of impulse control would come back to haunt him. He had hung up before Drew could explain the conditions that would apply to his living there.

He was packed and ready to go in less than a week. He left his bed behind but took the rest of his belongings. Because he had so few worldly belonging they all fit conveniently in two luggage bags. He boarded his plane for California after saying a short but sweet goodbye to Joel.

For as often as he used his jet pack to fly around he'd thought he'd be unafraid of planes.

He was wrong! The whole experience had been an unending hell. There were no lay over so it resulted in being the longest five hours of his life!

When the plane touched down he hurried off ahead of the other passengers. As he stumbled through the terminal he heard Zac his nephew calling out.

"Doyle!"

"Hey mini man…"

"Ewe you look pretty bad awful right now."

"Aw…shut up. Hey where's you're…Ugh!"

He was cut off by the intensity of Drew's hug she was delighted.

"Hey little brother" She gave him one of her most radiant smiles.

"Hi sis, I hate to ruin your moment but can we go now?"

She stepped back and noticed how green his face was. She was amused at the idea of him having air sickness but stifled the laugh to help escort him to her car. The minute that he was in the car he fell asleep. Shortly after noticing this Zac and Drew began to whisper amongst themselves.

"So how mad do you think he'll be once he finds out about the conditions especially Dad's new one!'

"I'm a little nervous about that but we'll find out soon enough how he'll react." Drew squeezed the string wheel a little more tightly. She knew that he'd be livid once he understood the fullness of the conditions she and Doc had worked out. Doyle wasn't fond of being held back or letting others take control but most of all he hated it when someone called him out on being a know-it-all. It was going to be a sticky situation; there was no way of avoiding that.

Ch. 3

Moving Into Hell

"OW"!! Doyle sat up.

"What happened" Drew asked using motherly sympathy.

"Nothing I bit my tongue that's all…" He mumbled.

"Hey are we close"

"Yeah almost there so stay awake."

The car bumped along the roads that lead to the Saturday home. When they pulled up Doyle made a mental note of how things hadn't changed too much. Its not like he actually called it home but it was still surprisingly comforting. When the car parked Doc was waiting outside faithfully with his arms crossed and his chest puffed out. He looked vaguely like a guard dog protecting its domain. When the jeep parked the house/research facility came to life. The first to bound through the door was Fiskertaine the creature they regarded as a second child. Then the ever faithful Komodo the komodo dragon they regarded more like a dog than a giant lizard. Finally the giant tyranidon, Zone making elegant circles in the sky.

After thy all had jumped out of the vehicle Doc bound forward to greet them. He kissed Drew, patted Zaks head and then just stood in front of Doyle and they exchanged death glairs but still proceeded with the customary niceties.

"so…Doyle its been awhile how've been"

"Fine. My business was doing fine" He knew talking about his "Business" would wined Doc up.

"Really than why are you bothering to move in with use" Now it was Docs turn to start winding him up.

"Cuz I'm to cheep to actually live on my own" He walked away toward the house. He'd won; or so he thought till Doc started to laugh.

"So you don't know about the conditions yet" He continued to laugh.

Doyle spun around "conditions!"

"Yup, and her comes condition number one to greet you" Doc continued to laugh but Drew and Zak grew increasingly tense.

Out of the door way came the beautiful girl he'd met at the bar. "Sami…" Doyle said in a hush surprise. She smiled at him the same mischievous smile she'd given him at the bar but this was not the same girl he'd met that night. Sami's hair was pulled back into a bun with a few strands of hair that escaped to fall around her face. Her eyes seemed fixed on a goal that was beyond any of them and her stride was firmer like she was on a mission.

"Hello nice to see you again Doyle" He voice was still as soft as he'd remembered though which helped to relax a the sudden tension that had built up within him.

"Hey, so this is the family you'd come to help which means…"

"you're the emergency" She finished for him.

"Yes" Doc interjected

"we had Sami come out to assist us with you. The truth is that you need a LOT of work on your team ethics and so we decided you needed a tutored in this subject ."

Doyle looked back and forth between Sami and Doc.

"Why do I need ethics training if I'm not working with you guys" Doyle said as though he'd found a way to avoid it.

"Wrong" Drew chimed.

"We decided that if you were going to live here you WILL work with us"

"or" He said defiantly

"Or, you can find another place to stay. That's condition number two"

" Anything else I should know about" Doyle said while grinding his teeth.

"Hmm…nope that's about it" said Zak brightly.

Doyle looked around at all the happy faces and in that moment he'd just moved into hell.

Then he looked at Sami 'well living hell with a fallen angel might be nice'. Defeated and exhausted he made his way into the house to find his room with Sami as an escort

okay so I hoped you liked it I've got some notes to give that might help you understand some things.

1) The hand of Katain was an artifact I made up just cuz I needed to be there

2) Doyles last name: I wrote him as Doyle Stone because its brought up in the show that at some point Doyle's name was changed probably by his adoptive family though his real last name is Blackwell

3) Sami: Her name is pronounced Sammy the name that is used is acctualy a nick name. Her real name will be revealed later(muwahaha)

4) a clockwork orange and a blue dragon are actual alcholic beverages that i thought fit the characters personalities.