Why Me?

The small girl, dark hair bouncing and whipping around her neck took him entirely surprise as she jumped up, and wrapped around his body. He actually jumped back for a moment, before relaxing into his touch. It had been many years, since Dillion had such simple affection like this. He had was never a touchy-feely kind of guy; he liked his boundaries. Even during his short lived marriage, he was not a man to enjoy affection. He liked knowing where things stood, and Dillion knew the major failure included time. It was time, he had always been flawed at not making enough time for the people he cared for. He'd made a moment for the little girl, and the glow which touched her face made his mouth twitch. She seemed alight with happiness, and Dillion couldn't help but shake his head.

She was giddy; Dillion wanted to know why this mattered so much. Sure, children disliked their mother's new husbands all the time. How horrible could this guy be? He wanted to ask the major questions, and hard questions. Dillion wanted to ask, what was so bad about him? Other than the fact, which he was marrying her mother what could make the guy such an ass? Dillion wasn't sure, he honestly wanted to know. He would always be in love with Leona, which made him by deflaut biased.

Why had they come to him in the first place? Couldn't they have just run to her brother, or even some other guy? Leona surely had to have other boyfriend's after him. Why Dillion, what in the world made him so damn special? It couldn't be like she talked so much about him. Dillion could not imagine that. Snorting, Dillion leant back against the edge of his wooden desk. He watched as she dug out her mobile phone. KC? Who in the world was KC? Was she about to call the U.S. on that mobile? Hurriedly, he took the phone away and shook his head. Glancing down at his watch, Dillion chuckled lightly. He could only imagine this "KC's" face, if she called right now. The twelve year old was amusing, but she may actually not exist anymore if she called this poor person.

"Love, it is still quite early in America. Why don't we go pack my stuff, and then get you back home."

Taking a deep breath, he sighed and glanced down at the stack of papers. Oh what the hell, it wasn't like he didn't need a vacation anyway. They would all just have to wait. He worked practically eighteen hour days. It wouldn't hurt for him to go away anyway. It would hurt him to be away perhaps, but he would get over it eventually. He could be away from his work for a little while. It wouldn't kill him, maybe a little bit. Seeing Leona would be good again. It would probably be too good. Maybe, he shouldn't go. It could be damaging to his psyche, and Dillion had gone to therapy already. As much, as he didn't want to admit it therapy was helpful. When therapy wasn't, his bad habit of smoking had become a break in the day. Everyone was yelling at him, screaming, and all he needed was that one cigarette to calm him down. It was however long it took him to smoke that cigarette, he could fade into some ulterior reality. He could pretend nothing was real, and it was... sublime.

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There was a reason why, Dillion Hepburn hated to fly. It didn't matter, if you sat in first or coach class there was always some damned person who was going to keep you awake. Sitting in the comfortably large seat, cushions surrounding him and legs comfortably spread out, he took a deep breath. It also didn't help, he was anxious to see Leona. It had been too long, and now a divorced man nothing was holding him back. The only problem was, she had kids and was getting married. She was going to be the perfect little family, and he would be left alone.

Again.

What was he thinking?

It wasn't as if, Leona had written him a love letter after all these years. She hadn't expressed any desire to see him again. She didn't even know, he was coming after all. He was just going to show up with her... daughter, and basically crash her wedding. Way to go Dillion! Oh, how great was that. Like that was going to go over well. He didn't even want to see her face. She would be frightfully angry, and then rip him to shreds. Well, she always had been explosively sexy when angry. What was he doing? Why was he getting himself into this mess?

Leaning back into the seat, nursing a Scotch on the rocks he kept it clutched in his hand. He was grateful for the glass, and not plastic cup. It would have cracked and crinkled under his forceful grip. Dillion was clutching the glass, holding it tightly and he was surprised it hadn't shattered yet. His knuckles were white despite his tan skin. He wanted some answers. He wanted to ask a million questions, but would she even have those answers. They were questions, he was best asking someone else - like her mother. A woman he hadn't spoken to in so many years. How could he even think this to be a good idea? Biting on his lower lip, Dillion clutched his eyes and rubbed a hand over his face. He took a deep breath, and ran it through his hair. Dark locks, twisted into loose curls curled around his fingers and Dillion tugged it out. He rubbed his hand across his jaw, he needed a shave. The five o'clock shadow kissed his cheeks, darkening his cheeks and jawline.

Stretching, Dillion placed the Scotch on the small corner table provided by his seat. Turning, he paused and glanced at the girl. She was looking out the window, and for a moment he just... watched her. His eyes roamed over her curiously. She looked strikingly like her mother. Though, there was something surprising in the curve of her jaw. The glow in the eyes were dark, nothing like her mother's and so much like someone else's, someone a lot... familiar. Blinking, Dillion paused and let out a bark of a laugh.

Yeah, right. He taunted himself. It would be a chance in hell. Sure, he and Leona had less... boundaries the older, they had gotten but they hadn't been rabbits. Okay, maybe little rabbits. Very little rabbits. They couldn't compare to any rabbits, he'd ever met.

Turning, he glanced at her and paused. He went to speak, and his mouth closed. She couldn't be right? There was no way. Sighing heavily, he groaned.

"Audrey..." Suddenly, it clicked and he clutched his eyes shut. The tears sprung to his eyes, and he knew this was a mistake. How much money would it take to get pilot to turn around? This wasn't going to work. He couldn't see her. The blood was boiling inside of him. She hadn't done this. This would have been too much. He wouldn't be able to forgive her for this.

Voice cracking, Dillion choked for a moment. Knowing, he had her attention Dillion continued speaking. "Are y-you named after anyone special? I mean, I know you..." He broke off and smiled a bit crookedly. "Nevermind, I'm getting old. I'm forgetting what I mean to say." Reaching forward, Dillion surprised himself by cupping her face. His thumb caressed her cheek, calloused thumb brushed across her defined cheekbone. His eyes narrowed, and took her in once more.

"Why me?" The words were out before, he could stop himself.