It was nighttime on that first day and the trio unpacked a vast majority of the boxes. They were able to get the couch, bed, desk, and bookcase into the apartment without any broken bones. But instead, they were awarded bruises and cuts for their valiant efforts to drag all the furniture to the second story.

Danny was looking through the refrigerator for something cold that he and Church could use together (in a nonsexual manner). The aches and pains of the day were starting to catch up to them.

He plucked a yogurt cup and a pudding cup from the middle shelf and wondered if he should grab a spoon or not. He could easily squeeze the cup and lick it out with ease but Church…could not. He felt a shiver run down his spine as a reminder of what happened that time in San Francisco.

He shut the door and in the darkness he felt the shiver grow stronger and energetic. And in that darkness he saw a pair of grey eyes watching him.

"Holy shit!" Danny dropped the cups of food in complete surprise. He staggered back and fell down to the floor, tailbone meeting tile.

The grey eyes moved over and there was a sudden flash of light in the kitchen. Danny saw Scorpio looking rather confused and began to shout.

"You manky cute hoor! Are ya fluthered? Ya got me gobsmacked and ya gonna put the heart crossways in me!"

"What?" Scorpio raised an eyebrow in complete confusion.

Danny squeaked in horror that his accent came through and cleared his throat before he continued castigating Scorpio.

"Don't do that! I might have crocked something!"

"You might've what?"

"Feck off," Danny spat as he gave the one finger salute. He pulled himself off of the floor, picked up his food cups, and skulked away. Scorpio still stood there confused and almost flicked off the lights before Danny came back in.

"Forgot this," he pulled a spoon out of the drawer and glared at Scorpio before skulking away once again.

Scorpio made sure this time that he was not going to return for something as meaningless as a butter knife and turned off the lights. He let the darkness wrap around him for a second and took in a sigh of relief. The day was done and the night was slowly beginning.

Inside the main bedroom the lights were turned on so a golden glow was cast upon everything. "Hi honey," Church put down his book and laid his hand on the bed they both shared, "What's all the noise in the kitchen?"

"Scorpio surprised me in the kitchen and I ate his head off," Danny said as he handed him the pudding cup and spoon.

"Sounds disgusting."

"You know what I mean. That langer got the jump on me and I was 'bout to put one on 'im!" He said as he sat down on the bed next to Church.

"And now you're talkin' like a leprechaun," Church said behind a smirk. Danny on the other hand was not so enthralled.

"It's just getting kinda weird."

"Last I checked," Church said as he put a spoonful of chocolate pudding in his mouth, "we are kinda weird."

"Look Church, I know you love Scorpio but I think it's time we start to help him move on. He's gotta get off our couch or we can't ever be a normal family."

"Normal? You want us to be normal?"

"You know what I mean."

"Well it's not his fault. He's connected to me by some invisible chain and we don't know what to do about it. He tried to get out but he's always stopped by some wall or something."

"But he can at least go outside your immediate radius."

"Yeah. So?"

"Maybe he can get his own apartment; maybe one in this block, maybe one in this building, or even one on this floor but he should really get off our couch."

"I guess so."

Danny sighed, put his yogurt cup aside, and put a soft kiss on Church's forehead. "Listen Church, I know a guy who just finished his Magnum Opus in Theology. Maybe he can help Scorpio out?"

"That's actually not a bad idea. Scorpio isn't very well informed about the Daemonem et Contractu."Church offered as he put his pudding cup on the nightstand next to the bed.

"And hopefully my man will enlighten him."

"Thanks Danny."

"Of course dote," Danny leaned in to lay a soft kiss on Church's forehead.

Church laughed and sank into his warm embraces.

"Me ould segotia, me ould sweat, me ould flower," he chanted gently as he continued to place kisses on his skin.

Church purred before whispering, "Irish slang is so sexy."

"That's why you love me."

Scorpio burst into the room and shouted, "Will you two keep it down? I have been watching the 90210 series since 1990 and I will not be stopped! So you two are going to shut up while I find out what happens to Max and Naomi! And if even hear so much as a moan from the both of you then I will kill you and, unlike Castiel, I will not raise you from Perdition! Comprenden?" They both nodded so quickly that they began to have motion sickness. "Good." Scorpio slammed the door and marched back to the TV.

"So," Church whispered, "I guess 'Touchy Tuesday' is a no go until 90210 is over."

Danny gave a deadpan look.

"Yeah, get him off the couch. Pudding?"

Danny rolled his eyes before snatching a spoonful of the chocolate pudding from Church.

Scorpio on the other hand had other plans than spooning and spoon feeding. He went into the fridge and pulled out his jar of lamb blood. That lamb's blood was from a virgin lamb, which has become increasingly difficult to obtain, and he was not going to let it spoil. But on the other hand lamb's blood was incredibly fattening, partly because to the large presence of virginity and absence of sin, so he needed to either exercise the next day or eat healthy. Since eating an excess of healthy food was much easier than exercising, he grabbed a pack of celery sticks and shut the fridge.

It was always a ritual to first dip a finger into the blood and smell it. His power of smell was so strong that he could smell emotion, color, sound, and the presence of narcotics if he wanted to. If the blood was bad then he could give it to some animal rights activist and save himself from a bad case of the shits. If the blood was good then he would sip from the blood and distinguish the finer details.

Scorpio knew that this was indeed good blood and took a sip. He tasted an herbal overtone with a tiny bit suffering laced throughout. He let the blood sit on his lips before he started to experience an aftertaste of iron and platonic love. The blood was savory yet had a light sweetness like a steak with a brown sugar rub.

He took the blood and his celery sticks to the couch that was set in front of the TV. He looked at his warped reflection and saw himself alone for the first time in a long while. He watched his own shining grey eyes reflect on the TV screen and ran his hand through his short blonde hair. He saw that he was growing a stubble and was certainly proud of that. Any hair, no matter where it was growing, was a gift he would not waste. He smiled at himself and saw a piece of spinach lodged in one of his teeth. He was going to need to brush…or eat less spinach.

Scorpio carefully said the jar of blood next to him and fished for the remote. He could not find it in the couch, but he did find a five dollar bill that he would refuse to tell Church about, and got up to look around. He kicked the coffee table, which is an inherent function of a coffee table, and swore something in Italian.

"Tavolino stupido," he hissed as he gripped his shin. "Avrò vendetta al vostro tipo," Scorpio swore before wandering the room for the remote.

He was not going to turn on a light, because light is bad in the metaphorical sense, and he was lazy, in the literal sense. The moonlight streaming through the window was good enough but then again he once said that a 2390 was good enough for Harvard but he was clearly wrong. He eventually found the TV remote next to the front door, don't ask, and was distracted for a moment.

On the wall next to the front door was a picture of Church, Danny, and Scorpio on the beach. It was the first time Scorpio had ever been on a beach without a gun or a bulletproof vest. It made him wonder what experiences he never had because of the war and what became of the people he left behind after he died.

He walked over to the couch and made sure to avoid the coffee table this time. He was successful and flicked the TV on. A feel good commerical played about Genital Herpes and he looked inside his pants to make sure he didn't have Genital Herpes.

The commercial ended and 90210 began playing. He drank the blood and ate the celery sticks and made a mental note to buy some soundproofing for the bedroom tomorrow.