Hey all! Again, sorry the update took a while, college has been pretty intense. However, due to the awesomeness that is eight-week classes, I'm now on week 1 of my 2 week spring break! Huzzah! ^-^

Really quick! First, some parts of this chapter may seem a little... thrown together. That's because they kind of are. Initially, this wasn't one whole chapter; however, when I got ready to upload the next bit I realized that it was too pathetically short to stand alone. So I combined some stuff. Hopefully it isn't too jarring.

Second! I do not own the song Baby Mine. I wish I did, because it is adorable and warms even my heart. But no. It's from Dumbo, so Disney has all rights. Sue me, lurking internet-troll-lawyers, and you will get nothing.

Third! I FINALLY DID IT!1!11!1! I finally wrote a NON-EQ story! And it's finished! And actually posted on the sight! SQUEEEE! *jumps around like a spastic squirrel*

Anyhoos, new story's call The Golden Cat Job, and it's a Batman/Leverage crossover. If either of those interests you (or if you just feel like brightening my day) hop over to the crossover area, check it out, and shoot me a quick review!

That said, enjoy the chapter!


A lost breeze slipped into the Egg Chamber, ruffling Hoykar's hair in a cruel parody of a lover's caress. He sighed softly, arms stealing around his torso. How long had it been since Kureel had stroked his hair like that, deep in a night of bare skin brushing against bare skin and stolen kisses.

Since they had been able to look at each other and feel something other than pain.

"Is this what happened to you?" He glanced over to where Egg sat, as unmoving as ever. "Did you lose the one you loved too? Is that why you went away like this?" He looked away from the doll-like Glider. "It doesn't really matter does it? How hard you try." Tears pressed against the walls in his eyes, begging to be released. He forced them back. "In this place, everyone leaves sooner or later." His hands tightened into fists as he turned and walked away. "No one dies in Blue Mountain because we are already dead."

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"Cutter."

The sound of his name drew him from watching the reunited love-mates. He glanced over his shoulder, catching the huntress's eyes.

"We have to go. If we stay here those Chosen Eight you spoke of my find us. To say nothing of Winnowill."

He nodded, eyes steeled with determination. "Rayek's right." He looked back to the others, "We won't save Windkin if the Eight catch us off guard."

"Aye." Crescent fingered her sword, cold fire dancing in her hard eyes, "And we've a Snake to hunt."

The others said nothing, but their faces spoke where their mouths did not as they gathered together, elf side by side with human.

"But the Eight? It wouldn't go well if we ran into one or all of them just as we were circling in on Her."

"Hmm." A strange smirk crossed Cutter's face, his eyes slowly traveling up to Adar's face.

"Why do you look at me, spirit?"

The smirk spread into a grin. "What do you think of this place, Adar?"

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"UNH!"

The delicate Glider folded under the force of Cutter's blow, as the last two collapsed in Adar's hands.

"Well then," Cutter grinned brightly at his human friend, "that's that."

"Not quite my Chief" there was a cold set to Crescent's face. "There's only six. Two of the flying rats are missing."

"Nothing for it now." Teir shifted the last Glider into the small fissure of the cave wall, stepping back to let Adar seal it. "Let's just hope we don't run into either of them."

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A sharp cry startled Hoykar out of his thoughts. He leapt from his seat, half falling over himself in his rush to get to the baby.

He skidded to a stop in front of the make-shift crib that held the child, heart doing its very best to make a hole in his torso.

The child thrashed about, wailing at the top of his lungs as fat tears rolled down plump cheeks. An instant later he was in Hoykar's arm, the Glider franticly trying to figure out what was wrong.

Blinding terror surged through Hoykar. What was wrong? Was he sick? Hurt? Had Hoykar, in some unknown way, caused the calamity that shook the infant's precious little world?

And then… he wasn't crying anymore.

Hoykar stared down at the child suddenly happy face. Disbelief replaced his terror. "Did you… just do that to get me over here?"

The baby burbled happily.

The Glider plopped down limply, mouth open in shock. "You devious- h- wh- je… gah!"

The baby giggled, clapping his hands over his watcher's funny noises.

Hoykar just pressed a hand against his still pounding heart. "Great Haken."

A good while later he was roused from his stupor by a sharp tug on his pale braid. Wincing slightly he glanced down at the neglected little deviant. A pout was spread across the boy's chubby face. "Hoka lala!" the eyes were quite expectant.

Hoykar raised an eyebrow. "You just scared me half to death and now you expect a song?"

The pout intensified, "Hoka lala peas?"

Hoykar's iron will shattered. "Alright. One song, then you are going to sleep."

As the babe clapped with joy Hoykar's mind drifted, searching for a song. Words from years ago slipped to his lips, filling the air without a thought, lulling the precious child in his arm to dreams of green trees and a mother's arms.

Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
never to part,
baby of mine.

Little one when you play,
don't you mind what they say.
Let those eyes sparkle and shine,
never a tear,
baby of mine.

If they knew sweet little you
they'd end up loving you two.
All of those people who scold you
what they'd give just for the right to hold you.

From your head down to your toes,
you're not much, goodness knows.
But you're so precious to me,
sweet as can be,
baby of mine.

If they knew sweet little you,
they'd end up loving you too.
All those same people who scold you,
what they'd give just for the right to hold you.

From your head down to your toes
you're not much, goodness knows.
But you're so precious to me,
sweet as can be,
baby of mine.

Baby of mine

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The shadows of his new world flickered and moved, turning lighter and looser than they had been in what felt like eternity. Experimentally he pressed out against his bonds.

It gave.

Something woke in his heart that had been dead for the dark forever he had been trapped. He pressed again.

Pale lids fluttered open revealing sky-blue eyes. Fingers curled into the bed-furs, desperate for the touch of something real. His breath came in a shuddery flutter and something wet pricked against both eyes.

He was awake.


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