The first thing that caught her attention was the pounding headache she had. Vaguely, she remembered having gotten drunk again last night. She was really beginning to hate the Iceberg Lounge. Each visit had resulted in nothing but trouble, getting worse every time.

The second thing she became aware of was that she was nestled against something warm. It felt good, and she cuddled closer. Only when what she thought was a pillow under her head moved did she realize that she was in bed with someone.

Oh, Buddha! Please tell me I did not sleep with someone last night! she thought, scared to open her eyes now.

Slowly, cautiously, she opened her eyes, carefully pushing back from the man holding her. Her eyes went wide when she saw Eddie next to her. How she had gotten there, she had no idea. The jolt of shock jarred her stomach, and she gagged. Quickly she covered her mouth, throwing the covers back and running into the bathroom.

When she was reduced to dry heaves, she rinsed her mouth, and then sat back against the tub. In no way did she want to be near him right now. Her anger with him had not subsided. If anything, it had grown after seeing those two women again, bragging about what had happened after she left. She had never felt as small as she had when the two then physically attacked her.

"Dee? Kitten, are you ok?"

Giving the door a glare, she stood on wobbly legs. Using the counter for support, she carefully took her toothbrush from its holder, looking it over. Finding it to be new, she then put some paste on it and began scrubbing her teeth. They felt fuzzy. While she brushed, she looked around, noting that all of the towels, mats, and even the towel racks were new. The pajamas she had on were new as well.

"Kitten, if you don't answer me, I'm going to come in there."

She spat into the sink. "Go away."

"Not until we talk."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"There's everything to talk about. You were talking in your sleep last night. They were calling you names last night, weren't they?"

Dee slammed the toothbrush back into the holder with more force than necessary. "You have no idea what I have gone through since we got back," she shouted, throwing the door open. "There were things about you I didn't want to know. Things that were best left unsaid, because I knew how much they would hurt me if I did know them. But I know them now, Edward. I know them now!"

"You know what they told you. You haven't heard my side!" he shouted back.

Pushing past him, she looked around for her clothing. Grabbing them from the floor, she stormed back into the bathroom. "I don't want to hear anything from you."

"Then you don't want to hear the truth," he said evenly.

Her clothes were hastily pulled on, and she stomped back out, grabbing up her shoes. "The truth, Edward?" she hissed. "The truth is that you have fucked so many girls that I really am just another number! For Buddha's sake, you've even fucked Poison Ivy!" Tapping the toes of her shoes on the floor, she looked around for anything else that she might have had. The only missing thing was Tangram, and she could only guess that he was outside of the room. "We can't keep doing this, Edward. I can't keep doing this. I wanted a stable relationship. There's too much history with you that I don't know, and it keeps coming back to bite me in the ass. I'm tired. Tired of it all."

"Dee, I will tell you anything you want. You just have to ask."

Tears coursing down her cheeks, she shook her head stubbornly. "No. No more. I can't do this! Don't you understand? Of course you don't. Guys never understand things like this. You would never understand what it's like to feel used, cheated, played with... I can't compete with women like them. I can't even hope to compete with them."

"Dee..."

She shook her head again, refusing to look at him. "No," she said quietly.

Without another word, she opened the bedroom door. Tangram greeted her, rearing up. Bending over, she scooped him up.

"Time to go, sweetie," she whispered.

He was paralyzed, and could only watch as she closed the door behind her. Words refused to come from his mouth. After what seemed an eternity, he was able to move his feet. Shuffling to the door, he threw it open. She wasn't in the hallway, but down at the end, Benny and Trigger were there. They looked from the garage door, and back up at him.

"Dee?" he croaked.

Trigger shook his head, giving his boss a pitying look.

"She's gone, Mr. Nigma," Benny said.
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