Well this is sort of the finish of this lovely little tale(lol) I sort of finished it with the last chapter but I found this poem by Dean Koontz and I thought it just about summed up the story and Chris' actions in season six quite nicely. So I just wanna thank all you lovely people out there who've read my story and those of you who've given my ego a huge boost by reviewing.

Cold fire

In the real world
as in dreams,
nothing is quite
as it seems.

Life without meaning
cannot be borne.
We find a mission
to which we're sworn
- or answer the call
of Death's dark horn.
Without a gleaning
of purpose in life,
we have no vision,
we live in strife,
- or let blood fall
on a suicide knife.

Nowhere can a secret keep
always secret, dark and deep,
half so well as in the past,
buried deep to last, to last.

Keep it in your own dark heart,
otherwise the rumors start.

After many years have buried
secrets over which you worried,
no confidant can then detray
all the words you didn't say.

only you can the exhume
secrets safe within the tomb
of memory, of memory,
within the tomb of memory.

Vibrations in a wire.
Ice crystals
in a beating heart.
Cold Fire.

A mind's frigidity:
frozen steel,
dark rage, morbidity.
Cold Fire.

Defense against
a cruel life
death and strife:
Cold Fire.

My thanks to:

IcantthinkofaFnick:Can-can scene away my friend, I'm sure pukah'll laugh.

Alyssa Halliwell



Pukahthank u sooo much, this story wouldn't have so many twists in it without u, or as many giggles when I read ur reviews.






P.S. IcantthinkofaFnick & PukahThey're all doing the can- can right now...(Pukah I found those pills, now I'm seeing things...lol)