A/N: Special thanks to BJ for reviewing :)

They had been flying for what felt like days now, his colleagues sat in the seats around him, all sound asleep. Hell, Shannon had fallen asleep before they'd even left the runway. He figured he'd managed about an hour and a half before Matt had elbowed him in the face as he turned in his sleep. Catching the attention of a passing stewardess he removed his headphones.

"Yes Sir, is there something I can get you?" He tried he best not to visibly grimace at the young woman's sickly sweet voice but the way she was fluttering her false eyelashes at him was making his stomach turn.

"No thanks, just wondering how long til we land?"

"Approximately an hour Sir." Flutter, flutter, pout, pout. "Are you sure there isn't something I can get for you?" Her hand had found it's way to his forearm, his eyes zoned in on the tacky false claws she was passing off as nails. "Something to help you sleep perhaps, a beer or -"

"I don't drink." He immediately moved his headphones back, thankfully the stewardess took the hint and stalked off down the aisle for someone else to shamelessly flirt with.

Scrolling through the songs on his phone he wandered what he could kill an hour with. Having already finished the comics he'd bought for the flight he began to search around on the floor to see if he could find the untouched magazine that Shannon had bought. Gotcha! His fingers slid across the glossy cover, picking it up and placing it in his lap he studied the cover. Deciding that he definitely hadn't heard of this "Front" magazine before he sighed already knowing what to expect. The scantily clad young woman on the cover had already given the game away. Of course this is Shannon's.

Flicking through to find the band interviews that the cover had boasted, he came across a two page spread and there, staring right back at him was that oh so familiar face. Holding her own breasts, there stood Jeff's mystery girl in nothing but a pair of hot pants, thigh high socks and a pair of roller skates. Tearing his eyes away from hers he scanned down the page to see the article.

This month we welcome back an old favourite of ours; Quinn! In the year that this little hellcat has been AWOL our Quinny has been up to all sorts, but we'll let her tell you about that:

FRONT: We're so happy that you're back, the boys in the office haven't stopped smiling all week. But you know that, let's get down to business. So Quinny, what exactly have you been up to since you last graced the pages of our lowly mag?

QUINN: Oh you guys, you'll make me blush! Well you know, this and that. I'm a fully fledged SuicideGirl now but, as usual, my art has been taking up a ridic amount of my time.

F:

Ooh, get you! Are you QuinnSuicide or did you choose something different?

Q: I went through so many options before I made my choice, I mean there are so many awesome names that as soon as you see them you think "Fuck I wish I had thought of that!" But I did finally settle of SirenSuicide.

F: SirenSuicide? Very nice, any reason behind it?

Q: Well as you know, I've been working under the name Cherry Sirens for years, with my art, my earlier modeling, my blogs, you name it. So it just felt right in the end to stick with something I knew and to keep that part of me going. She's practically my alter ego now.

F: Your alter ego has played a large part in your artwork in the past, has that continued or have you taken a new route?

Q: Well, it has and it hasn't, while me and my alter ego remain the centre of my work I have started to incorporate others and their alter egos too. But you guys will just have to wait and see. I have a new exhibition coming up this summer in New York so I'll be sure to send you guys an invite.

F: We want VIP mind, don't be leaving us outside with the hacks! As always, it's been lovely catching up with our favourite blonde with brains.

Q: Would I do that to my favourite boys? Thanks for having me!

Phil lent back into the head rest and let out the breath that he hadn't realised he'd been holding. Of course he knew her. He had seen her at Comic-Con with a few of the other SuicideGirls. He'd stopped by their table to buy a shirt for his sister, she'd been bugging him about it from the second she had found out that he would be there at the same time as them.

He had heard of the SuicideGirls before Charleen's pestering though, a collection of hundreds of alt models to suit every taste. Dammit, he knew he had seen her before.

The captain's announcement sounded through the quiet cabin, informing them all of their landing in twenty minutes, as well as the local time and weather conditions. None of which Phil took in. Noticing Matt beginning to stir beside him, Phil made a snap decision and rolled up the magazine, stuffing it into his backpack. He'd explain to Shannon later but right now the last thing this girl and Jeff needed was for Matt to have any more reason to call her derogatory names.

Baggage claim was a nightmare as usual but after twenty minutes of trying not to right hook other angry, jet-lagged passengers and another fifteen minutes of trying to prove his existence to the car rental company, Jeff finally found himself en route to his home for the next few days.

Switching off from the others in the car, he focused on driving them straight to the hotel so he could take a nap before the oh so important meeting that afternoon. Pulling into the hotel car park, he took the keys from the ignition, this routine was so familiar to him now that he coasted through it on autopilot. Grabbing his bags from the boot of the car he watched over the car park as more and more rentals appeared carrying his colleagues.

Checking in at the front desk, he found that he had been booked into a double room alone, it was normal for him to room with Matt or Shannon, or both, but rarely on his own. Deciding not to question his luck, he headed off, bidding goodbye to the others, catching catching snippets of their conversations as he went. Matt grumbling that he was rooming with Shannon again, Phil inquiring about the whereabouts of the hotel gym and Shannon complaining about his lost magazine.

None of which was important to Jeff right now, all he wanted was a comfy bed and a long nap. Sliding the key card through the machine, he smiled when the green light appeared; oh the simple things. Pushing the door open, he dropped his bags at his feet, fully intending on flopping straight down on to the bed.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed something move, whipping around, mouth open, ready to shout at the intruder, he choked.

"Hey baby, you miss me?"

"Beth!"

A/N: I know this is terribly short but my laptop is completely dead and I'm updating from a friend's, so I figured a short update is better than no update. R&R and I shall be forever grateful.