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"I see new colors in you..." ~ Unknown
Almost every day they were on the phone talking to each other. The call would start off to be about the book but they would sometimes get sidetracked and talk for an extra fifteen minutes to their normal ten minute call session. Getting lost in their conversations about his daughter, work, their friends both old and new, or sometimes they'd talk about something a bit more serious like politics or feminism. They hadn't realized how much they enjoyed talking to each other until now.
It was almost startling how easy it became between them again – how they just fell back into their old ways. As if they never parted. As if those years of distance and time never happened and their slates wiped clean.
There was such a peacefulness that settled between them in their ease.
But then, Wednesday happened.
A big story broke out about a stockbroker who embezzled billions of dollars from the US government. It was a huge scandal and all the newspapers and news channels were trying to reap the benefits of it. The LA Times were no different. Deadlines became tight, various meetings were held, everyone got twice the work put on them for the story, and for what they were originally working on for the day. This lasted till Friday.
Raven flopped down on her couch with a loud sigh. Groaning, she kicked off both her shoes to some unknown part of the room. She had been on her feet all day - running around on the phone, reading other peoples work, watching the news and writing notes, grabbing sources, interviewing them, checking the sources, writing an article about it, checking her sources again for extra measure, and then, writing about her other opinion piece she was supposed to be working on for that day as to not be behind when they move on from the big scandal.
Resting her head on the back of the couch, she closed her eyes. Her body was so tired and her mind was spent. She wanted nothing more than to sink into her couch, enjoy the silence, and not do anything.
But then she heard a subtle mew beside had and a small furry body press into her arm. She cracked an eye open and looked down at the small black and white furred mass. Knowing what it wanted, she picked up the little kitten and stood – her feet throbbing in protest to the returning pressure. She walked to the kitchen and went to fix Lapé's meal. It went by quickly enough, so she went back to her couch and flopped down on it, face first. With a contented sigh, she closed her eyes and embraced the silence yet again.
Her body tensed up at the sound.
She gritted her teeth, a low growl vibrating within her chest. How dare someone interrupt her silence?!
Irritated at the infernal noise that haunted her day like a ghost that hadn't realized it was dead, she snapped her head up and grabbed for her phone and pressed talk– not bothering to see who it was.
"Hello?" she snapped.
There was a pause before she heard a hesitant voice, "…Did I call at a bad time?"
She sighed at his voice, her uneasiness evaporating from her body once more. She didn't have to be serious or uptight with him – when she heard that voice she knew she could just be herself. There was just something about his voice that made her feel relaxed. All of her knots and aches seemed to etch away from her body at hearing his voice. Rolling onto her back, she settled into the couch.
"Sorry," she muttered, "I just got in from work."
"Try long and days."
"Is that why we haven't talked since Tuesday?"
She hummed her confirmation. She heard let out a relieved sigh, "That's a relief."
"It's better than having you mad at me," she heard him laugh.
She furrowed her brows, "Why would I be mad at you?"
"The little comment I made about Watson being in love with Sherlock," he suggested.
With a roll of her eyes, she replied, "Again, they're not in love."
"I didn't say anything about them being in love. Just Watson," he specified.
She opened her mouth to argue back about how Watson was not in love with Sherlock but admired him. But then, another thought entered her head. A smile played at the corners of her lips as a new argument began to form, "That's like saying you're in love with Rich. You know, based off of you guys relationship now."
She refused to call her former leader, "Dick." It just didn't sit well on her tongue.
She heard him gasp, "No, it's not! It's completely different!"
"He's a detective who is bright, solitary, abrasive, brave, sad, manipulative, neurotic, a bit vain, fastidious, artistic, courteous, and a former acrobat. He's over all the time, asks for your help all the time, you help him all the time, and you two have a very odd relationship that seems to work in the most interesting way."
She waited for him to say something but she received silence instead. She smirked, "Sound familiar?"
There was a pause on the other line. She waited, patiently – knowing full well that he didn't have anything to say. He growled, "Shut up."
Her smirk grew wider at the small triumph as she mentally celebrated. If there was one thing she loved, it was proving her point.
"So are you confirming that you are, in fact, in love with him?"
"No. I didn't say anything."
She kept pushing, her smile growing by the minute. "But by not saying anything, you are neither confirming nor denying your love for him. Therefore, allowing me to draw up conclusions like you drew with Sherlock and Watson."
There was another pause. "I hate you."
His tone was light when he said that as if there was a smile on his face.
Kicking her feet against the couch, she chuckled lightly at him. She loved it when she proved her point.
"Let's talk about something else." Without waiting for her to reply, he continued, "I imagine you're so stressed out, how about I treat you tomorrow?"
She furrowed her brows, "Isn't tomorrow my day?"
"So how would that work?"
"Simple. I come over to your place and I cook for you. And then, we get to hang out. I get to know you and you don't have to deal with people. Just me."
She smiled. She could practically hear his smile go from ear to ear over the phone. "You know I'm still not a vegetarian, right?"
"Neither is my daughter," he responded. "As much as I hate it, I cook meat now."
She scoffed in amusement. "That's surprising."
"Yeah, I hope she turns soon though but till, then…"
She nodded in understanding, "So you're going to cook for me?"
"Yes," he exhaled, "And I will cook meat if the recipe calls for it. Is there a specific recipe you have in mind?"
She pursed her lips in thought. "Lemon chicken and rice, sound good?"
"Lemon tofu and rice sounds great but for you, I'll cook chicken. You know, since it is your day and all."
They talked for a few more minutes longer. She gave him the address to her apartment and bid a goodnight
As she soon as she pressed the 'end' button on her phone, it rung again.
She just couldn't catch a break…
With a roll of her eyes, she answered, "What?"
"I was just wondering what you were wearing."
Sighing, she rolled her eyes at the voice, "What do you want, Dean?"
"I haven't heard from you in a while. Just wanted to know if you're alive."
"Obviously, I am."
"Obviously," she heard him laugh, "What are you doing right now?"
"I'm trying to relax."
"The recent scandal on Wall Street?"
"Sounds like you could use a drink."
"Good thing I bought groceries, then."
She thought for a moment, "Come on down, then. Doors open."
"So is he a keeper?"
"Hmm?" she replied as she stabbed her fork in her food.
"The guy," Dean responded in a "You know!" sort of tone.
Perking an eyebrow, she pursed her lips, "What guy?"
"The one you've been seeing these past few weekends."
She scoffed, "I'm not seeing him or anybody for that matter. He and I are just old friends."
"To you maybe," he snorted before putting his fork in his mouth.
Furrowing her brows, she replied, "What's that supposed to mean?"
He shrugged as he stabbed his fork into his food, "It means that, in his eyes, he's dating you."
Raven froze, momentarily. No… that's not what they were doing. It couldn't be... could it?
She shook her head at the thought. She wasn't dating him. He may have had feelings for her in the past but that was the past. You put the past behind you and move forward, is what she learned over the years and she wasn't about to turn back.
"No, he's not," she argued, "We're just friends."
Dean let out a chuckle in response, "If you say so."
Raven sighed silently to herself. Now maybe he'll drop the subject…
"Seeing him this weekend?"
So much for that…
Rolling her eyes, she replied, "Yes. He's coming here this time."
"Oh?" his eyebrow perked in interest.
"And what, exactly, are you guys going to do here?"
She looked up to see his smirking slyly at her. Dear Azar... were all her friends horny all the time now?
"Wipe that look off your face or get out of my apartment," she sneered.
But he just laughed in response. "Oh! Someone's a bit testy!"
"He's cooking me dinner," she said, plainly to get him off her back. It didn't work.
"With you for dessert?" he quipped.
She picked up a napkin and threw it at him, harshly. He laughed as he flinched away from it, taking it all in good humor. "Get out!"
"I'm joking, I'm joking!" he laughed. He always did like to tease her.
"Don't care. Get. Out."
"Alright, I admit, I took it a bit too far."
"Try over the cliff too far."
He smiled. "But you have to admit it sounds like a date."
"I don't have to admit anything," she said, dryly, "Because it's not."
"But it sounds like one."
"It can sound like one all it wants but it's not."
He nodded with a knowing smile, "I'm just saying from a guy's stand point… if a guy is cooking for you, he likes you more than just a friend."
Her head twitched at a thought, "You come down here, make me drinks, bring me groceries, and cook me food."
"Yeah, but I know that you'll never give me the time of day," he took a sip of his Old Fashioned drink with a smile. Finishing his glass, he stood up and put his dishes in the sink, "Besides, you know I don't fuck where I sleep. And I sleep here sometimes."
Closing her eyes to her friend, she resisted to smile. "Words to live by."
"You bet your sweet ass, they are."
He ducked again as another and harder item flew at his head.
Looking over at the clock on her wall, she nodded. "He's actually on time."
She finished her last sentence on her computer before minimizing the document. She stood up, straightening out her clothes before walking out of her study and to the door. Peeking through the door, she saw that it was exactly who she was waiting for.
Opening the door, she greeted him, "You're on time."
He smiled, widely, "You told me to be here at five to get dinner started so here I am…"
He lifted his hands full of bags food to eye level, "Bearing food!"
Smiling a little, she stepped aside, "Come in, then."
He stepped through and looked around her apartment. It was completely different to what her room like was in the Tower.
Sure it was neat and organized but unlike her old room it was light. Tons of white, beige, and browns made up her furniture and her walls with bits of dark blue speckled around. Her living room, dining room, and kitchen were in the same area with only an island to separate the kitchen from everything else. There was a hall that lead down past the kitchen to what he suspected was her bedroom. It was quite nice.
'Just like her,' he thought briefly as he made note of all the comfy looking furniture. He took another step towards the kitchen but stopped sort when he noticed a small ball of fur rubbing against him.
"Mew," Lapé squeaked as he rubbed up against him.
Smiling, he turned back to Raven, "I didn't know you had a cat."
She shrugged as she walked to pick up her pet, "Yeah well, I blame you for it."
Placing his bags on the kitchen counter, he laughed, "How am I to blame?"
"You always made 'The Face' back at the Tower and that's what this one did when I thought about giving it up," she answered before putting the kitten down on its tall scratching post.
Wriggling an eyebrow, he smirked, "No one can resist 'The Face'."
She rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah… I know."
He laughed at her as he emptied out the grocery bags. He walked over to the sink and washed his hands.
"Alright, now sit down and watch the master work. Chef le Logan is back and he is to cook you a wonderful meal!" he donned his lousy French accent for her once again, like he had before when he first cooked for her. Smiling to herself at the memory, she took a seat and watched him work.
"I think you missed your calling," Raven commented as she ate her food, "You would've made an excellent chief."
Logan laughed in response, "You like it that much?"
"No, I just like telling giving people compliments for no reason," she replied, dryly, rolling her eyes, "Of course, I like it. Any time that you've cooked for me, I've loved it."
His smile went from ear to ear. "Wow… thanks, Raven."
"Pleasures all mine, thank you," she murmured before she picked up her glass of wine and took a sip.
Smirking at her, he picked at his plate with his fork. He felt something rub up against his leg again. He looked down and saw the black cat look up at him and mewed.
"Well, hey there, little buddy," he cooed at the cat before looking up at Raven again, "He likes me."
"Well, of course Lapé likes you, you are the whole animal kingdom in one package."
Logan smiled, "Yeah true but I haven't shifted in years."
This peaked Raven's interest. "Really?"
"Not really," he shrugged, "Maybe every now and then for Amora, just playing around but I don't turn into anything big anymore. Not even as big as a dog."
Raven lifted her eyebrows, "Wow."
"Yeah…that's the sacrifice of normalcy. You actually have to be normal."
Raven nodded. "I know…I don't used my powers much anymore either."
"Not even to float around or something?"
"Well, I still levitate off the ground when I meditate or I'll use my powers to help make my tea sometimes but that's all I really do with them."
"What about your empathic abilities?"
"Well, the use of that is forced on me. Otherwise, I would choose not to feel other people's feelings."
He nodded. "So we're all really out of the business then?"
Raven pursed her lips a little. "Seems like it."
"Odd, isn't it?"
"No…what's odd is that Rich and Kori aren't married and you have a daughter."
Logan laughed, "We're back on this?"
"It's mind-boggling. I've been trying to wrap my head around it since you've told me and every time it just gets stranger and stranger."
He thought about it from her perspective. Of having been removed from all of them in so long. "Okay, I see your point," he chuckled.
"What happened?" Raven asked.
He shrugged, "You already know what happened."
"No, I mean what happened between you and Amora's mother? I mean, you said you're a single parent and you don't mention her mother-."
"I know," he said, tightly. He wasn't looking at her. Instead his eyes focused on the center of the table, counting the threads of the table cloth there.
"So…" Raven pushed, "What happened?"
Logan was quiet for some time. His jaw was tight and his hands clenching and unclenching. The tension emitting from him was potent, spreading across and around the room and into Raven. She opened her mouth to retract the question.
"She left," he said, tightly before she could get her words out. Raven closed her mouth and waited for him to say more.
"I thought…We tried…" he started but the words were too hard to say. He could feel his rage surge underneath his skin. He sighed in defeat, figuring he still wasn't ready to talk about it fully. "She just…up and left…one day. I haven't heard from her since."
Raven gave a small nod, accepting his answer. It was a sensitive topic for him, Amora's mother. So whatever she could get out of him was good enough. After a few moments, she began to feel guilty for running off on him all those years ago with nothing more than a letter and no knowledge of her whereabouts.
'It was for the best,' she thought, trying to make herself believe it. But this time she wasn't so sure…
Logan coughed, jolting her from her thoughts. "But at least, I got Amora out of it," he forced a smile, trying to shake the negative feelings away.
Raven smiled back in response. "At least. From what you've been telling me, she's a really sweet girl."
"She is. Maybe next time, I'll bring her with us."
She smiled at his words. She hadn't seen the child since the day of the wedding and she had become interested in getting to know the little girl. "I would love that."
Logan smiled widely, "Good."
Nodding her head, Raven picked up her fork and knife again to continue eating but suddenly, her phone rang. Putting her utensils down, Raven floated her phone over to her and checked the caller ID: Work. Giving him an apologetic look, Raven said, "I'm sorry I have to take this."
Logan nodded, "Okay, I'll be here."
She gave him a look of thanks before standing up and accepting the call. She put the phone to her ear before she walked off down the hall to her bedroom.
Logan sighed, sitting back in his chair. He looked around her apartment again. He was happy that it wasn't dark and gloomy and that it was actually quite bright and yet simple. Looking down, he noted that Lapé was sitting on his foot. He reached down and picked the kitten up and stood, walking around a little. He wondered down the hall a bit, looking into the rooms.
He found her study and decided to walk in. It was basically a little library. Books from the floor to the ceiling all around except for one area. A desk with a laptop stood on the far side of the room in front of the window there. Growing curious, he walked over to the desk and sat down. Surprisingly, the screen was still up and he was able to see what she was working on. Looking at the taskbar, he scratched the back of the cat's ears and looked at all of the windows she had open. "Ragger Muffin-Girl…" he read out loud before lifting a hand to the mouse and clicking it.
He pulled the document up and his eyes began to read.
He became so absorbed in the words that he didn't notice Raven end her phone call.
"What are you doing?" he heard a voice say. He jumped a little and turned to see Raven. She looked down at the screen and to him. "Are you reading my manuscript?"
"I'm sorry!" he apologized, quickly, holding the kitten close to him, "I just stumbled in here and saw the computer and I just grew curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat," she replied, walking towards him.
Ducking away from her, he covered Lapé's ears. "Not in front of the cat."
She rolled her eyes, "Logan…"
"I know, I know…" he said, defensively, walking out of the study towards the main room, "I should have minded my business, I know."
"It's not that," she sighed as she followed behind him, "It's that you shouldn't have looked at my stuff without my permission."
"I know," he said, "Still as private as ever, I see."
"Did you really think that was going to change?"
"No," he chuckled, "Just like how I'm still curious as ever."
"At least, that hasn't changed," she replied, a hint of a smile hanging in her words.
He smiled as he put the kitten down. Looking at both of their plates, he silently asked if she was done. She nodded, putting her hand on her stomach.
"Couldn't eat another bite."
He chuckled as he picked up their plates and took it to the sink. "Well, I'm glad you liked it."
She gave a small smile in response and went to help him with the dishes. "Here let me do that."
"No, you go sit down somewhere. Relax a little bit."
"I've relaxed enough," she protested, her hands still reaching out for the dishes, "I can handle this. You cooked for me, I'll clean for you."
"Raven, don't worry about it," he said, trying to physically scoot her out of the way, "I've got this."
Logan picked up the detachable hose and sprayed her face. Caught in surprise she let out a yelp at the sudden burst of water. Logan tried his best not to laugh but he was failing. "See? You should've just let me do it."
She looked up at him, her now damp hair clinging on to her face. "So this is where we are now? You spray me, get me all wet, and then, I'm supposed to struggle against you and try to spray you down with the hose but I get myself wet in the process? Is that where we are in the evening?"
Spraying her face again, he smirked, "I suppose so."
She glared at him before smirking at him herself. "You're right."
And with that, she used her powers to spray the sink hose on to him. He yelps with a small laugh, trying to direct it to her. She grabs hold of it and they both struggle and fight to spray down the other. The action and his laughter become so infectious that she began to let out small bursts of laughter.
Getting an idea, Raven dipped her hand under the sink and gathered the liquid in her hands. She threw the water on him. He yelped, still trying to spray her down and stopping the water from hitting him. In the mist of the rough-housing, Raven slipped on the now wet tile floor and grabbed onto Logan's midsection, her face mashing against his stomach. He caught her, slipping himself. He dropped the hose and used his arms to protect her from the fall. He crashed down on his butt and fell back a little on his back.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he loosened his hold on her.
She looked up from his lap with an actual smile on her face. "Yes, thanks to you," she said, the hint of a giggle hanging in her tone, "Are you okay?"
"Well, my butt hurts now," he laughed, rubbing it a little.
"Oh… poor baby," she drawled out, playfully.
He smiled, "Damn right, I am."
She rolled her eyes at him just lying there across his lap. "And you're supposed to be a parent?"
"Hey! Just cause I'm a parent doesn't mean I have to sacrifice all of my childish ways," he argued back with a shrug.
She shook her head. "Again, some things haven't changed."
"Nope," he chimed with a toothy grin. He leaned up against the cupboard and looked down at her. Putting his hand in her hair, he ran his fingers through it. She resisted at first, trying to pretend like she didn't notice but soon her eyes closed. Someone running their fingers through her hair was a rare luxury that was often not given and/or denied. But because it was Logan and that they had found themselves in this position multiple times, she didn't mind it so much.
They stayed there for a while, sitting on the cold, wet floor drenched in water in silence. Logan leaned his head up against the cupboard, his fingers still in her hair. He looked up at the clock – 9:17.
It was time for him to go.
"So," he sighed as they rested there on the floor, "I think you learned more about me than I did about you."
She hummed her confirmation. "But that's okay. You're much more interesting than I am."
"I find you plenty interesting," he argued back, looking back down at her.
She snorted, "Hardly. I live in California, I don't cook, I have a cat, and I work in journalism."
"Well that's plenty interesting to me…I never thought you would own a pet," he mused.
"Nor did I."
"So there we go," he smiled, "You never thought you would have a pet and yet you ended up with one."
"It was by itself and if I had left it, it would've been picked up by the birds or something," she explained, "I couldn't leave it there to die nor leave it in a shelter for it to possibly be euthanized after I finished saving it. So I took it home."
Logan smiled. "And you see? That was interesting."
She rolled her eyes at him again. "So, now you know why I have a cat.. la ti da…"
He chuckled. "It's something about you I didn't know before and therefore it's interesting."
"If you say so," she sighed, settling her head in his lap, "What else did you learn?"
"That you think my cooking is amazing," he grinned.
"You've known that since the first time we did this. Next."
He grinned. "You don't really use your powers except for minimal things, you've changed your style from a dark and gloomy look to neutral and bright which, I believe, suits you better -."
"What do you mean 'my style'? I still wear a lot of dark colors."
"Yeah but you don't live in it anymore like you did at the Tower," he replied, "I mean back then, if there was a power outage one of the last places I wanted to be was your room. It was so dark in there, even with my awesome vision I would've had a hard time seeing. And maybe when I first met you, it suited you 'cause I didn't know you that well and I thought you were creepy. But then, I got to know you and see other sides to you and all of that changed. I mean, yeah you're still weird and sometimes creepy but that's not all you were or are. You're kind and selfless and simplistic and minimal but you make such a huge impact on the lives you touch.
"After I got to know you, all the black walls with the weird and twisted sculptures and masks just didn't fit you. But this? The whole white and beige thing you've got going on here…this is more like you; just neutral. It's simple but elegant. And there's more to it which makes it all the more fascinating. Just like you. And now you live in it. "
Raven listened to all of his words, opening her eyes about halfway into his speech. She looked up at him with surprised eyes, unsure of what to say.
His observations of her were so in depth, it was like he could write a thesis paper on her and her alone.
"And side note – though I shouldn't have read it, I can't wait for your next book. I mean, it sounds like a bit of a tear-jerker but still…from what I've read so far, it's amazing and it hasn't even been edited yet, so I definitely know it's going to be phenomenal," he smiled widely.
"Why…are your "what did you learn" answers better than mine?" were the only words she would allow herself to say.
Letting out a chuckle he thought about what to say. "It's not that they're "better" per se. I just…" he sighed, cutting himself off.
Tilting her head, she furrowed her brows at him. "What?"
He shook his head, smiling a little. "It's stupid…"
"This coming from the guy who frequently participated in the creation of stankball?"
"I never said the concept of stankball wasn't stupid."
"Just tell me what it is."
"I told you, it's stupid."
"Then, you should have no problem telling me what it is."
"You're going to laugh."
"I hardly ever laugh."
"You laughed earlier!"
"That's because you were spraying me down with the sink hose!"
She paused, just looking at him a bit softly. "Just tell me…"
He said nothing, the look of internal struggle donning his good looking features.
"I promise, I won't laugh," she reassured, her hand unconsciously moving to rub his arm a little.
After a few moments, he sighed. "I make sure I pay attention to you. How you do things? Why you do things? So that when you ask me what I learned about you… you're impressed."
She blinked once. Twice. "You…try and impress…me?"
He shrugged. "Well… yeah. I mean-. It's just-. You get this…look. I can't describe it but it's this sort of look that you get when you're impressed and I don't know. I like seeing it. So I really dive in and think about what I learned just to get that look from you."
She continued to stare.
He sighed. "Stupid, isn't it?"
She shook her head as she finally lifted up from his lap. She pulled her knees up to her chest and pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear. "No….it's not…"
She locked eyes with him and it was as if the world had stopped. Everything else was just a void and they were the only things that were real in this world. After what seemed like eternity, Logan finally opened his mouth.
The sound came before he could say his words. Blinking out of the trance, the pair returned back to the real world. Logan looked down and felt for him phone, pulling it out once he found it. "Sorry about this…" he apologized as he checked his phone.
[1 new text message]
[Text from Dick]: Hey you staying out any later? Let me know what's going on.
Logan rolled his eyes and growled. 'Perfect timing…not!'
"I'm guessing that was Rich?" Raven nodded.
Logan gave a meek smile but nodded. "Yeah…I gotta get out of here. Otherwise, he's going to text me like crazy."
She smirked, "And you tell me that the pair of you are not somewhat identical to Sherlock and Watson?"
He growled before he stood up. "Yes, yes I do because we aren't."
She smiled mischievously. It was fun teasing him. Logan held out his hand for her and helped her up. Standing up, she looked around at her kitchen.
"I should've known having you here meant a lot of mess to clean up after," she sighed.
He scoffed in mock-offense. "I certainly do not know what you are talking about. I always keep my things nice and orderly."
Rolling her eyes playfully, once again, Raven walked out of her kitchen and towards the door. "Right… which explains the various mountains of clothes in your room back at the Tower."
"There was a method to the madness that no one else understood but me," he grinned as he followed behind her.
Raven gave him a smile as she turned. "Yes well…thank you. For this. I really needed it."
Logan smiled and shrugged, "Not a problem. Any time you need to distress, just call me."
"I'll keep that in mind," she said, "And I believe this is day three."
"I believe so," he said with a nodded, "I'll uh…call you tomorrow?"
She nodded a little, twisting the door handle a little, "If you want to."
He grinned, "Of course I do. So tomorrow, it is then."
She nodded, "Tomorrow it is."
He gave her one last smile before walking out of her apartment, his shoes squishing a little from being wet. She shut the door behind him and rested her back against the door. Running her fingers through her hair, she looked around her apartment. She smiled. She really did like this place better than her room at the Tower - that was for sure. She chuckled to herself. He was right...this place did suit her better.
Day three complete.
Authors Note: Yeeeeeee! I finally updated! It's months overdue but I did it! So I'm going to make this short. I've have a new job which takes up a lot of time. I've discovered tumblr, it takes up a lot of my time. I got two BETAs who have lives of their own and have thing that takes up their time. Speaking of which, thank you to Thowell3 and The Dark Wyvern for being my BETAs! I appreaciate all of your help and feedback. I also want to thank a special friend of mine, willmcshag on tumblr. If you're reading this, I dedicate this chapter to you. To the rest of you out there, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! Please review, I may not respond to your review but I do read them and then, I save them so that I may read them again when I'm feeling insecure about my writing. Follow me on tumblr, link on my profile - I put up some exciting things there like previews of the next chapter and BBRae-ness stuff -it's a great time (follow Thowell and Willmcshag as well, they're awesome!) and yeah, do the thing. Well that's all for now, till the next chapter... peace!