Word Count: 2,122

Summary: You spent several years returning to the Hotel Cortez on Devil’s Night after James Patrick March saved you from the other spirits. He gained an interest in you and asked you to return the night after Devil’s Night and you had, falling hopelessly in love with him as a result. That alone called you back time and time again for your night with him that he reserved just for you. You have dinner with him and dance which leads to other activities to keep you there for a few moments longer.

Lee typed on her computer keyboard with a bored expression on her face. It seemed to be another boring day at the office at her father’s company, Finley Inc. She was currently working on a contract for her father, Jacob, to Blake Carrington for Finley Inc. and Carrington Atlantic to work together while they ventured into the agriculture field while Carrington Atlantic took care of the oil operation on their farm in Iowa.

She sighed heavily and ceased her typing. She leaned back in the office chair and rubbed her eyes with her index fingers. “I should really get some glasses for the computer.” This wasn’t exactly her dream job, working for her father at this company after they struck oil on the farm and became richer than they could have imagined on the farm alone.

With a cup of coffee in his hand, Colonel John Sheppard walked down the corridors of the City. As he passed by anyone else wandering the halls, he alternated between saying a simple ‘Hi’, mouthing ‘Hey’ with a slight raise of his brows, and silently nodding a ‘Good morning’. He stopped walking once he reached his room. He slid his hand over the sensor to open the door and walked through, the door sliding closed behind him.

He made his way over to his bed and slumped down the blue sheeted mattress. He lifted the white cup to his lips and sipped the hot coffee carefully to not burn his lips. He lowered the cup from his lips and lowered his arm to his lap, his eyes scanning the room lazily until he landed on the grey rectangular dresser beside the bed where he kept a few books stacked on top among a few other trinkets he brought from home to decorate his living quarters.

Josie tapped Dawn's shoulder and took a seat next to her. "So? Are you finally going to tell Hope that you like her? You know that she isn't going to wait forever. You'll feel better if you get it off your chest, Dee." She meant well, truly. Dawn glanced up from her book and rolled her tongue against where she had been biting her cheek, sighing softly carrying a soft subtle smile on her lips.

"I know... I'm just scared that it is going to change everything, Josie. That it might wreck the friendship we have." She admitted and with a gentle thud, she closed the book she'd been reading. She reached up and lightly tangled her finger in her hair, gently twirling it around nervously.

You had, admittedly, more to yourself than anyone else, acquired a crush on none other than Woodland "Woods" DeMars. You were sure that he had similar feelings as well. Though maybe not to the extent of yours, but you needed to tell him about your feelings. You just didn't really know how or when.

Tanner had walked into blue base as you were working with Woods on some audio for Rekt, knocking on the door frame as he had peaked his head through the door. "Yo, (y/n). Can I talk to you for a minute out here?" He saw the worried look in your eyes like you had been in trouble or something. "Don't worry, you aren't in trouble. I just gotta ask you something in private about a possible idea for a video."