Ride the Lightening (Invite)

[thebostonstar]

Continued from this.

"Nervous" was the only word Lorelai could have used to describe herself at the moment, and even then, that word alone wasn't enough to describe exactly how she was feeling. Even adding so many adjectives before it wouldn't suffice to fully capture the emotions she was feeling at this precise moment of time. Glaring into her mirror, trying to give herself a satisfied look, she laughed at herself. She was just looking silly. Shaking her head in dissatisfaction, and smiling to herself, she tried to get herself in that desirable mood to please her lover; who was probably doing his best to contain himself for this milestone moment.

Sitting on top of the toilet seat was a pink bag, but not just any bag. The bag was decorated in a such that screamed "want me," in every way, shape and fashion. Even the brand name had that alluring to feel to it. Nervously, she tip-toed her way towards the bag, as if it was some sleeping giant, who didn't want to be disturbed from his sleep, and with her finger-tips, peered inside it. Her face flushing an instant ruby red, she couldn't stop herself from smiling.

Anxiously, she sunk her hands into the bag, and begin to feel the delicate material. Afraid that any slight movement might rip the lovely material, she pulled it out in the most elegant of motions, and pressed the top against her bare body, while giving herself a sexy-look in the mirror. Made of bedroom black silk, and with just that perfect touch of a blood-red decoration, she instantly feel in love with the feeling. Was this how it felt like to be in love? To feel extremely satisfied with just the simplest lingerie top pressed against her body, just to imagine how she might look like in it? Giggling to herself, she hung the top on the shower curtain frame, to peer inside the bag once more, and pull out the bottom half of this kinky attire.

Taking it nice and slow, to enjoy the feeling the material ride up her legs, she slipped on the matching panties. Turning herself around, to view herself in the full-length mirror on the closed bathroom door, she gave herself a satisfied look, and modestly shook her rear, in a way she imagined Lover would surely enjoy. Was this for real? Did she really submit herself to only her feelings, but her lover's as well? Shaking her head to put away her second thoughts, she dug her hand into the erotic bag once again, pulling out a simple pair of semi-transparent hosiery.

Placing the bag on the floor, and sitting down on the closed toilet seat, she elegantly put on each stocking, allowing the material to completely envelope her legs, to enjoy the sexual essence that the attire was giving her. Once complete, she stood up once again, and grabbed the hanging top, top slip it on, and complete the ensemble. Giving herself one last look in the body-length mirror, before wrapping the top around her self, she let out a satisfying sigh. Everything was running so perfectly. Second thoughts now behind her, and the lingerie completely engulfing her, she opens the bedroom door, and heads to Lover's bedroom, making sure to grab the matching robe on her way.

Walking with that exciting glint in her step, not allowing her heels to touch the floor, she tip-toed her way into the room, her second thoughts now completely non-existent, she peers into the room, giving her love an alluring look. "My, aren't we excited?" She says in the most lovely of fashions, giving her lover a passionate wink.

[Cameron Kincaid]

He had been laying there staring at the ceiling of his bedroom for what seemed like forever to him. But he knew it hadn’t even been that long since she had made her way into the bathroom to get ready for…Well…You know…

Laying there his thoughts retraced the steps of how they had got to this point in their “relationship”. If you could even call it that. The meeting at the café that day. The show they put on for everyone there watching closely the entire time. The night at the club with she and Jordan and how he had once again messed things up. And the big one. The one he was for sure would keep him from ever getting even remotely close to knowing who she was as a person. The proposal. The biggest debacle/setback in all of the dealings between the two of them over the past month. He knew he was a lucky son of a bitch if she’d even give him the time of day after that one. Not to mention the wedding thing in Las Vegas. Jesus Christ.

All of these thoughts and more flowed through his brain, staring aimlessly almost. Questions arose as each second passed. What did this mean for their relationship? How would it effect things from here on out between them? How did he even get this damn lucky after all of the dumb things he had done and dumb things he had said? But those thoughts quickly dissipated, hearing her voice from the direction of the entrance to his bedroom, as his body quickly shifted itself, sending his frame almost instantly into a sitting up motion, his widened eyes locking with hers as the smirk on her face had just begun to radiate throughout the room…

“…”

He was truly speechless. And for Cameron Kincaid that’s saying a LOT. He just gazed at her, his eyes seemingly only growing in size as he slowly stood from the bed, not much wearing much clothing himself, save for what he’d normally sleep in that is. His slow walk in her direction began, as did hers, closing the gap between them as his face clearly shown how much in awe he was right now. Excited? She had no idea how much so. But if she glanced downward I’m sure she’d discover how much.

Seconds passed, the two lovers now standing mere inches away from each other as barely audible words left Cameron’s lips, gazing her over once again…

“Wow…Y…You’re gorgeous…Sheesh…”

He could only shake his head at the sight of her, marveling in it even at this point, and almost instantly the smirk on her face showed just how much she appreciated the compliment from him. Being that it wasn’t a perverted fueled one this time around.

The both of them moved slowly towards the other, Lorelai’s smile as well as Cam’s look of awe vanishing from their facial features, as Cameron’s arm extended, feeling his hand sliding around that oh so lovely waist of hers, resting itself just above…Well…You know right?

Slowly he had begun to pull her closer…And closer to him, watching the anticipation in her eyes slowly make it apparent. Moments later he could feel her returning the embrace, as their lips inched closer…Closer…And closer together, the look of passion now a mainstay of both of their facial features…Literally milliseconds before their lips touch…He could hear the words…Those words from her he had been waiting to hear…Speaking to him…

“Cam…I…”

“Cam, I…”

“Cam, I understand you were excited to see Lorelai all dressed up and spiffy and all, but I’d really appreciate you masturbating anywhere but in the passenger seat of my car. “

“…”

Um…She sure did know how to ruin the moment didn’t she? Must be one of those like nearly extinct…Umm…What do you call em’ again? Um, not dinosaurs, something even more rare…Um…YEA! Virgins! She must be one of those or something.

“Wha…What?”

“Cam!!! Cameron Kincaid!!! Wake up, before you leave something on my seat covers that can’t be washed out. I swear to God if I have to replace something in this car…”

Almost instantly his eyes flutter open, noticing the smooth and sleek features of…

“…”

Addison’s dashboard?!!? What in the…His eyes next began frantically surveying the surroundings, immediately recognizing the landscape that was in front of the car. Addison’s home. He saw the Joker mailbox, the bat signal image embroidered in the center of

Immediately he sat up in the passenger seat of the Addison-mobile, his eyes still struggling to adjust to the sun before glancing over in Addison’s direction seeing the displeased look in her face.

Wha…You mean to tell me it was…A…A fuckin dream!!!! A…Fucking…DREAM?!!?

...

After ALL he’s done to get close to this woman, you mean to tell me it’s not even as real as a blow up doll with a heartbeat?!!? GOD YOU SUCK!!!!

He could instantly hear the sigh escaping Addison’s lips, watching as she nodded her head in his direction, but more so in a…Downward direction. His eyes slowly closed for a split second, before his attention was turned towards the point of contact she was undoubtedly referring to with her words of wisdom about travel habits.

…

Okay. He was caught. Red handed. Knocked out during the long ride from Las Vegas. Hand in his pants, Al Bundy style which? Made it look VERY suspicious and as if he had been…Oh no…Quickly he yanked his hand from his pants, shifting himself trying to compose himself as a look of panic had come over his face. Before another word could leave his or her mouth, he made sure to buckle his pants up once again, securing all “merchandise” away from sight and more importantly away from his roaming ass hands.

Finally situated now, he turned back to Addison again, a forced smile on his face barely remaining as he spoke…

“…So…Um…Heh Heh…I see you brought us on in eh…*Gulp*...*ahem*…Ah, how long was I out…? ”

[Addison Grey]

Shaking her head in disappointment, hoping to not have to deal with such a problem, ever again, she opened her car door, and pulled herself out. Her house wasn't insanely huge, in fact, one would even question it to be a house in the first place. It was a deep purple, with the door and windows being outlined in white. The kind of purple one would never imagine be painted onto a house. Distracting, yet soothing, if such a combination of colors existed. "I swear Cameron, you just have no regard for other people's belongings. Keep your hands off of everything, even my doorknob, in fact, I'll just open the door for you when we get to it, alright?"

Putting her keys into her pocket, and heading towards her porch, she is then reminded of something, and quickly walks back to Cameron. "I forgot to mention, my dad's living with me at the moment. He's still a little touchy on the subject of mom's death, so try not to bring it up, alright? Poor dad can't even step inside our old house without him tearing up, heck, I still get a little teary-eyed."

Turning herself around, to head back in the direction of her house, she stops again, and turns back around, "Sorry, I know, I seem a little disorganized at the moment, but you might want to be a little quiet in the house. Baby might be sleeping, and we don't want to wake her up; she'll throw a tantrum. Feisty she's gotten lately."

[Cameron Kincaid]

"No, no...It's cool. I understand completely. I'll...I'll be on my best behavior I promise and...Sorry...About the thing...In the car and...All...Yea..."

He nods his head slightly in her direction as she once again had started towards the front of her house. He was already taking in the information/warning given to him a few seconds ago, hoping to not ruffle any feathers during his short visit here. Especially since, he hadn't told Addison that he planned on crashing here for a few days before heading back to Chicago. His parents were still a bit weirded out over the whole proposal thing a few weeks back and he didn't want to deal with that whole mess if he didn't have to so, yea.

The thoughts of Addison's mother passing away a while back stuck with him as well. Knowing how it was to lose a family member with his own brother's passing just last year, he could fully understand her father's feelings about the loss of his wife. Way in the back of his thoughts, he at least hoped and thought that having the baby around a lot would help to ease things. If only a small amount even.

Finally arriving at the door, he let out a long breath as Addison fumbled with the keys in her hand for a few seconds, before he could hear the door to the house opening up for them to enter. It had been quite a long time since he had seen either of her parents and he quickly found himself adjusting his clothing, as if to attempt to upgrade his appearance before walking in behind Addison. First and foremost he wanted to make sure his pants were buckled and zipped. Didn't want any wardrobe malfunctions now did we? Seconds later he found himself stepping quietly, slowly through the door way, closing the door back behind him as gently as possible so as to not disturb Addison's dad, and especially the baby. Lord knows they didn't want to get her started today.

[Addison Grey]

Addison quickly pointed to the door to her left, and whispered "Cameron, bathroom, now. I'll go talk to dad for a bit, and then you can make your grand entrance." Giving Cameron an assuring nod, while pointing at his hands, she left him in the entrance hall-area. Cameron should know where the bathroom is, this wasn't his first time at her house.

Addison was a clean freak, her house was spotless, not a speck of dirty anywhere, except for a few messes in the kitchen. Mr. Peanut Butter was uncharacteristically out of his cupboard, so on her way to the living room, hearing the echo of the television coming from it, she began to quickly clean up the place. The dishes were heaping from the kitchen sink, and Addison let out a sigh. "Come on Dad, you know my rule concerning dirty dishes."

Addison was fed with a snore coming from the living room, which was quickly followed by miniature excitement as a four year old, cocoa-skinned brownish red-haired baby girl began to walk towards her. "Hello Mom." She said in her cutest voice, clapping her hands together as she gave Addison a stare with her deep brown eyes.

Bending down on her knees to give her daughter a hug, she replies, "How's my little sweetie? Sorry I've been gone for a while, Mommy had some work to do."

The baby gave her mother hug, "'Tis kay, Grandpa took great care of me."


"I'm sure he did," Addison said with her pleasant motherly tone as she held on to her daughter tightly. Picking her up, she then walked to the living room, to sit on her normal brown couch. It had been a while since she had seen her daughter, and how she managed to even start a wrestling career was a story within itself, a story she didn't feel like going through at the moment. Giving her a smile, she places her on the cushion next, "Why don't you go wake up Grandpa, Cosette?"

Cosette nodding, she jumps off the couch, and bonks Mr. Grey on the nose, waking him up instantly. Coughing a bit, to let out some old-man phlegm, he quickly sees her daughter sitting a few feet in front of him. "Well, if it isn't Batgirl." He responds with a know-it-all tone, picking up Cosette, and putting her on his lap. "What brings you back to the lair?"

[Cameron Kincaid]

"Same old Addy...*Sigh* Nothing changes I see..."

...Were the first words to exit his mouth as he lightly shut the door behind himself with the bottom of his sneaker. He knew she was the freak of ALL clean freaks, and that she'd probably get in here with a black light to shine over everything after he finished up, so no way was he gonna touch that door knob. Making his way to the sink a few feet away, he almost got a nostalgic feeling while inside of the bathroom. He reached forward, his hand coming in contact with the hot water knob and turning it slightly to start things off. While he waited for the water to warm itself, he glanced over towards the shower. Damn thing was freakin' spotless. I mean, he wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't even the original tiling on that thing with how Addison could scrub a bathroom.

Moments later, he could feel the heat of the hot water splashing against the sink below. Slowly he extended his hand, just as his eyes had passed over the small pink Harley toothbrush in the cup in front of him. He paused momentarily, his thoughts now rushing back to something he had wondered about for a while now. Nodding it off as best he could, his hand continued towards the cold water knob, switching it on as well and after a few seconds of testing out the temperature, finally reached for the almost gigantic bar of soap to the left of him, and begin to lather both of his hands up.

He stood there, the soap being pushed over both hands as he stared into the mirror in front of him...Thinking...About...The possibility...He quickly shook off the thought, looking back down into the sink, making sure to not make too much of a mess of things of course. He had this burning question in the back of his mind that always found it's way to the forefront of his thoughts during his visits here. He'd never said anything to Addison about it, in fear of what she might think of him for thinking such a thing, but...Sometimes he just wondered...

"*Sigh*...Come on Cam...You're reaching now. You haven't even...Seen her in a few years now...Hell, she may have freakin' blond hair by now and look like some spoiled Valley girl...Calm down..."

His words came to a halt as he finished the thorough cleansing of his hands, turning the water off at both knobs, before reaching for one of the towels hanging over the back of the toilet a few feet away. Once again, he was reminded of that burning and nagging question in the back of his head. Seeing a toddler's version of the Riddler embroidered on the towel as he brought it closer to him, staring at it for a few seconds before proceeding to dry his hands as quickly as he could. His hand movements seemed to speed up as each second passed on. A feeling of guilt almost coming over him as well as he thought about what that would really mean for him if it were in fact truth. Would that mean he was neglecting his obvious responsibility?...What would it mean if...Dare say, he and Lorelai actually did get into some sort of relationship? Talk about weird with she and Addison being best friends eh?

He didn't know and right now, wasn't in the mind frame to think it over and figure it out. He'd probably drive himself crazy thinking that over. Finishing up drying his hands, he returned the towel to the rack again, knowing Addison would either be washing it within the hour or either burning in the backyard with a pile of other unsanitary things.

Stepping forward he opened the door to the bathroom, already hearing the old man's words as he did. It was like old times hearing his voice while he stepped from the bathroom, with as many times as he had caught Cam sneaking a drink in there anyway. He instantly placed a smile on his face, his eyes darting towards Addison's dad as well as Cosette as he spoke up answering his question...

"Her trusty side kick Alcohol Man...Faster than a mexican roofie rushing through the bloodstream of a underage girl, and able to chug tall bottles in a single sitting...How's it going Mr. Grey? How you been holdin' up?"

[Addison Grey]

"Get the hell out of my house." He responded, pointing towards the door. A minute later, he begins to laugh, and invites Cameron to sit down. "I always hated your sense of humor Bud." Mr. Grey had always called Cameron 'Bud,' after the brand of piss-water he caught Cameron with the first time he found him sneaking a drink in his bathroom. "I never understood why Addison befriended you. You're such a nimrod...isn't that right Cosette?" He quickly changed his tone during the end of that sentence as he began to give Cosette a little pony ride on his knee. Cosette nodded, laughing, her vibrant reddish brown hair bouncing up and down for Cameron to see.


"Aye, Dad, never could keep thoughts to yourself, eh?" Addison responded, scooting over to give Cameron some room. Quickly noticing how dusy the television was, she began to feel uneasy, and quickly stood up to get her feather-duster. "I'll be right back, don't kill each other now."

"Don't worry dear, I'll make sure I don't kill him." Mr. Grey responded as he gave Cameron a smile. "Long time no see Bud, how's that poor excuse of a thing you call a wrestling career?" He laughed, "I'm joking, I'm joking, we all have to make a living doing something, right?" He then put Cosette down, and she gravitated towards the television, as she began to flip through the channels, looking for any type of reasonable cartoon to watch.

[Cameron Kincaid]

"Heh, always was the friendly and inviting type weren't you Mr. Grey...?"

His words linger for a second as he watched as Cosette made her way towards the television a few feet away. He was almost in a trance, as the smile crept onto his facial features seeing how much she had grown since last he saw her, as well as how beautiful she had started to become. Her skin tone had darkened almost a full shade he thought, clearly able to see Addison's native american side in her skin tone as well as that hair of hers. Was beautiful without a doubt. He knew he was going to have to dismember and murder a few boys over that one without a doubt. To help Addison out of course.

"But umm..."

His eyes never left Cosette while his words lingered once again, seeing how excited she got over one particular program that caught her eye as Mr. Grey stopped flipping through the channels. It looked to be an X-Men cartoon. Not that fake one though, the one from back in the 80's. You know the one that was actually some good?

"...But yea...Well it's going Mr. Grey, it's going. Had a few injuries over the past year or so that has kept me out a bit but I'll be cleared for action in a few days time I think. If so I could be in the ring again as early as the coming weekend. But...I'll be fine I think...Nothing to worry about."

His observation of the small child was briefly interrupted, as Addison found her way back into the room, feather duster in hand and making her way for the television. He only shook his head, still trying to keep an eye on Cosette the entire time she was playing...

"She sure is growing up fast isn't she. I bet..."

His words were cut off instantly, Cosette turning and facing him with a bright smile as he returned one of his own, realizing that maybe he was wrong in his assumption that she didn't remember him. Could she have?...Opening his arms as if to call her to him, he tilted his head slightly as he responded...

"...'Sette? Come on. I know you remember me. You know, the guy who you said has a girl's name?...Heh Heh...Come here...Not gonna welcome me back to Spokane?"

[Addison Grey]

"Grandpa said you were a poo-poo head, and that I should ignore every word you say." Cosette responded, giving Cameron her ever-so-innocent smile. Turning her head back to the TV, she began to complain. "Mommy, I can't see the TV."

"That's nice a very nice thing to say Cosette," Addison responded, giving her father a cold stare. Mr. Grey just laughed, as he watched her daughter begin to dust the hell out of that television. "Just give a moment honey, for some reason Grandpa decided to ignore his cleaning duties while I was away."

"What cleanin' duties?" Mr. Grey responded, "This place is never dirty, I'm surprised on how clean you actually keep this, traveling all over the place and such for that sumabitch company you work for." He laughed again, as Addison give him another cold stare, telling him not to use such harsh language in front of the baby. "Sorry, sorry, but you know how I am. Not my fault if you have a 'no saying fucking bad words' policy around here." Another cold stare, "I admit, that one was actually intentional."

Now turning his attention back towards Cameron, he continues, "That means, within few days time, I can see your ass get whooped again, right?" Addison gave him another stare, "Mind your own language woman!"

[Cameron Kincaid]

"Yea I know right? Sometimes she's just fuckin' ridi..."

A cold stare in his direction this time...

"Sorry...Umm...Moving on?"

He sat motionless on the couch as Addison continued with her cleaning "duties" throughout the living area of her house. Girl would probably uncover the location of some damn Aztec civilization with as much cleaning and re-arranging as she always did. Shaking it off, he turned his attention back to Mr. Grey once again...

"Get my ass kicked? Pfft, you wish. I've been injured not castrated. I still know my way around a wrestling ring. Better than most of the lunk heads in that company I bet. I mean what are they gonna do?...Sic' that hotel mogul's son, paparazzi pussy pansie Andrew Rose on me? Or the Super Friends reject the Avenger? Whatever. I'll just tell him I don't believe in Cartoon Network and he'll probably vanish anyway. Shit man? Ha...I'll just flush the toilet and he'd run out of the ring like a bat out of hell probably. But hey you're welcome to watch the show Mr. Grey. Be nice to see the look in your eyes as I mop the ring apron with some clowns face in front of thousands of people."

He stopped for a second, feeling the cushion slightly move as Addison had FINALLY sat her obsessive ass down for a second. Hopefully she had her cleaning "fix" for the evening he thought. Looking over to her with a smile on his face his voice rang out once again...

"Actually...I've been hoping Addison becomes a real friend, starts missing me and comes on over to GCW with me before we're too old to enjoy all of this together. We all know she hates the road schedule she's on now...*ahem* A little help convincing her to do that would be just GREAT Mr. Grey..."

[Addison Grey]

Addison softly punched Cameron on the shoulder, "I never said I hated the schedule. I actually enjoy going to some of the places. Just a shame I can't be home more often." She placed her hands on her lap, as she watched Cosette continue to watch TV. She seemed to enjoy it, rocking back and forth as Wolverine and Cyclopes tried to save the day once more. "Besides, they gave my chance to be on television for the first time in my career, and even if I do have my concerns over their management, and how the majority of the roster seems to have their own little cliques, I'm sure I'll do fine. GCW needs some competition, right?"

"Aye Addy, you were never the best of liars," Mr. Grey responds, looking at the couple sitting on the couch next to his lazy-boy recliner, "Your tone of voice kept changing, and your eyes kept drifting, I was watching. If you don't like your job, then get a new one! Simple as that, keep the ball rolling. Listen to your damn father for once."

Addison wasn't liking her father's choice of words, "Not in front of the baby dad, if she becomes a potty mouth, I'm blaming it solely on you."

Mr. Grey sunk in his chair, "Well it's true, I have my experience in the work force." He then took a sip of his water. "So, Bud, what brings you to our lovely home? Not hungover, I hope. God, do I hate it when Addison decides to take home a drunk. Happened at our old home, and seemingly, it's happening now. Addy, you have to stop caring for people."

[Cameron Kincaid]

"Well I'm just enjoying the time away from the business mostly Mr. Grey. Not gonna be cleared until later in the week so I figure why not come on back to Spokane one more time since...Well it'll be a while until I'm able to again you know."

"Addy came on over to Chicago a few weeks ago for ahh...Umm..."

His words trail off, glancing over to Addison, seeing the look that prayers of her hoping Cameron didn't mention the proposal thing were evident. Coughing slightly he turned back to Mr. Grey as he continued on...

"...Um...To get some off season training in ya know. Yea since the promotion she's working for is in it's off season, she came on down to help me get into better shape and ready for my in ring return. So after she said she was headed back this way, I had to be a true friend and offer to drive with her...Well...Do most of the driving I should say. She's a lazy ass as you know. So yea, I couldn't pass up the chance to see the purple palace and Cosette again. No way was I gonna turn that down. Besides, you always had the best liquor in your cabinet too so I figure I'd raid it one more time for old times sake. It's only right."

[Addison Grey]

Mr. Grey gives Cameron and Addison a funny look. "..To prepare you to get in shape? BULL SHIT." He screams aloud, alarming the baby, causing her to look towards him. "You two are lovers, aren't you? Why else would Batgirl drive over to Chicago just from some sparring lessons. I wasn't born yesterday, sheesh. You kids think I'm stupid I'm something." He folds his arms, as he rotates his recliner to face Cam and Addison, hoping for the truth.

Addison instantly gulps. Of course, Cameron lied, but they weren't having sexual relations! That's crazy. She didn't even feel for Cameron like that. Her face flushing into a violent red, she tries to explain, "Dad, he's telling the truth! I...don't think of him in that fashion..." She looked toward Cam, motioning for him to continue.

Cosette on the other hand was laughing at her mother's uneasiness.

[Cameron Kincaid]

Wow thanks a lot Addison. That's really going to help Cam's self image now isn't it? Looking to Mr. Grey himself he responds nodding his head...

"She's telling the truth Mr. Grey. There's nothing between Addison and I. Never has been either..."

Except for graduation night that is...

"..."

"But umm...Yea, it's completely innocent on that front. No need to worry about. Besides Addison couldn't handle a real man like me anyway. I've seen the losers she usually dates so..."

Turning back to face Addison with a smirk on his face he offers...

"No offense of course..."

"..."

Looking back to Mr. Grey, the smile only grew on his face as he spoke once again, trying his best to keep the flow of conversation moving as swift as possible. Hell Mr. Grey needed to take his ass back to sleep so Cam could get a few drinks or something. Lord knows he had earned it.

"Anyway, I bet you'd love having me as a son-in-law Mr. Grey. I mean think about it. Who else could keep up with the way I drink besides a dinosaur like yourself? You were drinking back when they were still serving the stuff in saloons and shit like that. You remind me a lot of my buddy Jacob too. Both of you talk a lot of crap you can't back up. Heh Heh..."

[Addison Grey]

Addison punched Cameron in the arm with more force, "Other men I've dated? Cameron...I've never dated anyone." Cameron gives Addison a look, and points at baby Cosette, who was now looking at the couple with her glaring eyes. "I don't know how that happened!" Addison admits, her father now rolling her eyes. "Stop it dad, you don't know the mysteries of alien abduction."

Mr. Grey, now fed up with this, gets up from his seat, and begins to head towards the guest room; the room he was staying in. "I'm not going to sit through this alien abduction shit again, it's complete bull, you're just a whore, and you had a baby without remembering the guy's name, since you were shit-face drunk; simple." Now at his bedroom door, he goes inside, and slams it shut. "Wake me up when Bud is gone!"

Addison, covering Cosette's ears as Mr. Grey had his little tantrum, lets out a sigh as her father finally decided to call it an afternoon. Relaxing her shoulders, she takes her father's seat, and relaxes in it. "Sorry about my dad," she responds, "He's been moody lately."