<div align="center">Connor James Andrews</div><div align="center">More hope than brains</div>(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i359/etinz/JD2.jpg)<br/><br/><div align="center">Tag Mel, Any</div><br/>In truth Connor had been unable to sleep and shortly after going upstairs had quickly gotten out of bed and headed to the shower , returning to his room he put on a pair of black causual pants , white shirt with collar and a black jacket, he had no idea where he was going but dressed so that he' be able to get into most places. Opening a bag under his bed he took out the small Beretta and looked at it, if he was on duty he was always armed...but this wasn't on duty and he was unlikely to encounter anything that required firing a gun at people..still this was America and it was always better to be safe than sorry , he'd hide the gun in his car...just in case.<br/><br/>He walked out the front door having poked his head into the living room to say goodbye to his mother , she was sound asleep watching of all things Coronation St, Connor shook his head the more things change the more they stay the same.<br/><br/>He drove past the Halliwell manor and on in to the city, driving aimlessly recalling previous drives with Melly, back then just being near her filled his soul , it least in the days before it went sour. Stopping at an intersection he looked up the road and saw the sign P3, he knew the club , he'd tried a few times to get in under age but being known by the owners had reduced his success to nil.<br/><br/>He was tempted to drive past , find somewhere else , however he instead found himself parking his car in the car park next to the club. There was a queue to get in but it moved quickly and in a few minutes he was inside the club.<br/><br/>His eyes swept across a myriad of people, after years of special ops he was automatically looking for threats, and in this club they existed , he truly didn't know what reception he'd get from the Halliwells despite his mothers assurance that all would be forgiven...eventually. Then there was Melly , what if she was here ? he had no idea what reception he'd get from her, his mother had remained close to his ex girlfriend and he knew she knew that he had joined the SAS but that more than likely meant sweet FA to her.<br/><br/>As he moved into the crowd and towards a far bar he caught sight of an older version of the Brie he remembered from his teenage years and then his eyes saw 'her' and she took his breath away, she had always been stunning but to his eyes she was now 'other-worldly' ,  a part of him wanted to turn back , he wasn't good at personal confrontation and more so in crowded places.<br/><br/>"Who dares wins' He whispered the regimental motto and made his way towards Melly, when he was a few paces away he opened his mouth ,there was only one thing to say.<br/><br/>"Hi Melly", inside he steeled himself for what was to come.<br/><br/>