Gold_Wolf_Productions

[mightjustbe]

She swirled the spoon inside the small, porcelain cup, watching the dark liquid climb up the edges of the glass, almost overflowing. “Bones?� His soft voice awakens her from her stupor, and she hesitantly meets his gaze, feeling his eyes wash over her. She knows what she looks like, knows what he sees as his eyes search her face, and she is glad when he doesn’t comment on her appearance. He gives her a small smile, and it slightly warms the coldness that has taken her over. “How you holding up?�
She shrugs, and fights the urge to sigh, “I’m alright, Booth.� She meets his eyes again and feels the overwhelming tug of tears at the corners of her eyes. She tries to keep her lip from trembling, but she can still hear them, feel them, smell them… it is too much for her. She didn’t know if she’d see him again… He notices her emotional turn and she smiles when he reaches across the table to hold her hand.
“No, you’re not. But it’s… it’s to be expected. You’ll be fine, I promise,� he fishes in his pocket with his free hand and throws a pile of crumpled bills onto the table, flipping them with his fingers to ensure he’s left enough for the bill and a tip. “Let’s get you home…�
“NO!� She shouts, and he sits back down across from her, his eyes wide but his hand still squeezing hers. She can feel the other patrons watching her, and she bites the inside of her lip. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.� She shakes her head and stares at the laminated table top.
“What’s wrong, Bones? Why don’t you…� And suddenly, it dawns on him. The reason she’s resistant… “Oh, God, Temperance…� The way he whispers her given name makes her heart flutter, and she hopes that her cheeks aren’t flushed. “I get it…�
“You do?�
He nods, his thumb stroking her smooth, pale skin as he once again drinks her in. She knows, eventually, he will ask for the details, not only as an agent, but as a friend. She is glad that he knows the diner isn’t the place for that, “That’s where it started.�
She nods, her eyes drifting back to her still-full cup. “But, it’s more than that, Booth.� She takes a deep breath, “I don’t think I can be alone right now,� Her eyes well again and he appreciates how hard it is for her to admit she needs him, or anyone.
“Come on, let’s go.� He tugs her into a standing position, his arm wrapping loosely around her slender middle. She takes a gentle step, and he winces when he feels her limp beside him.
“Where are we going?�
He opens her door and helps her inside, smiling when she lets him help her with her seatbelt without a single word about his overbearing, overprotective tendencies. “We are going to my place,� He says, when he hops into the driver’s seat.
“Booth, you don’t have to…�
He turns the engine over, and looks at her, “Hey, it’s not a problem.� He sees the doubt in her eyes, so he adds, “And, it is not up for negotiation.�
He faces forward and smiles as she whispers, “Fine,� and watches him intently. He can feel her eyes burning into him, but he resists the urge to return her intense gaze. “Thank you,� she mutters, turning to look forward.
“You’re very welcome!� He grins.
She squirms, trying to get comfortable, and gasps, “Shit!� She mutters, her hand pressing gently into her hip.
“Hey, hey!� He pulls over, throwing the car into park and ripping off his seatbelt, rushing to her side. “Tell me what hurts, Bones,� He whispers, looking her over.
“I’m fine, Booth. Really.� She wants to laugh at his worried expression, at the sheer panic in his eyes, and at the intensity of his fear. She has learned, however, that such a thing would be inappropriate, and probably unforgivable. His hands are fluttering incessantly, searching her body for wounds. She tries to push down the wave of heat the contact brings unsuccessfully. She grabs his hands in hers, “Seriously, stop!�
“Not until you tell me what just happened! You were in pain, Bones!�
“I just shifted wrong, that’s all. I put too much pressure on my right side, okay? Now, can you please get back in the car? We’ve developed an audience…�
He glances behind them and sees a cluster of bystanders, watching. “Fine.� He closes her door and they make the rest of the short trip without interruption and in silence. Once they are parked outside of his building, she fumbles with her seatbelt, her hands shaking. “Here, I’ll help you.� He reaches over and releases her, “Wait, let me…�
“I’m fine. Will you stop fussing?� It comes out harsher than she intended, but she’s already sick of his prodding. She knows he’s just trying to help, but she feels… crowded. She pulls on the door handle, stepping out of the SUV to find that she really should’ve listened. The second her foot touches the ground, her right knee, weak from the day’s events, gives out on her, and she lands on the asphalt, all of her weight on her right wrist.
“Bones!� she hears his footsteps and looks up at him hesitantly. Another wound to explain… She thought bitterly. “Are you okay?�
“Yes,� she mutters, putting some weight on her wrist before crying out in pain. “Maybe not,� she shakes her head, “I’m sorry…�
“It’s fine. Let’s get you back to the hospital…�
“What? Booth, I’m fine!!�
“No, you’re not! You probably broke your wrist,� He whispers, staring at her.
She glares at him, “I would know if I broke my wrist. I sprained it. I just need some ice and some Tylenol, alright?� She watches him, his eyes intense, “Are you going to help me up?�
He sighs and grabs her left arm, putting it round his neck as he slips one arm round her waist and the other beneath her knees. He feels her staring at him, but he doesn’t dare return the look, not when they are so close. He wouldn’t be able to be held accountable for his actions if he did. “What is it now?�
“I said help me, not treat me like I’m some helpless, damsel in distress.�
“Hey, you said it, not me,� he whispers as he tosses the keys from his fingers and onto her lap. “Make yourself useful, Damsel, and unlock the door.� He knows she will make him pay for that later, but right then, he is pleased to see the smile in her eyes, even if her face is still stiff with anger.
“Alpha male,� She whispers, her eyes still smiling.
“Stubborn,� he retorts as she swings the door open.
He carries her to his couch and as he sets her down, he hears her say, “Arrogant.�
He grins, “Smartass...�
She glares at him, “Jerk.�
He leans forward, his hands pressed on either side of her, his face just inches from hers. He smiles when he hears her breath hitch, “Beautiful.� He whispers, and her eyes widen. Before he can try to cover his tracks, she leans forward and kisses him gently.
He reaches out to stroke her cheeks, his fingertips running over her scabbed skin. He remembers then why she is there, what happened that day, and they both pull back. She sighs, resting her forehead against his, “I’m sorry.�
“Don’t be.� He sees a flash of hurt in her eyes and knows she’s misunderstood him. He grasps her chin with his finger and forces her to look him in the eyes, “I’m not sorry it happened, okay?� She nods, smiling, “Do you, uh… want a beer?�
She nods, and once he’s disappeared into the kitchen, she closes her eyes, knowing it will be easier to tell him what happened if he’s not looking at her with those scared eyes. “He was in my apartment when I came home from work last night. It was dark, and I didn’t notice him. Even if I had, he’d been waiting, and he had my bat… there wouldn’t have been much more I could’ve done.� She opens her eyes to find him kneeling before her, two beers in his hands.
“Keep going,� he whispers, taking her hand in his.


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[mightjustbe]

AN: Any names here are not intended to be the names of real people, so please don't sue me for character defamation. All you'd win is some lip gloss and a few cds... ALSO, a little more... swearing and some minor, uh, suggestive adult themes. But not graphic enough to be M, so it's still T... You've been warned. OH and also, slight spoilers from 2X18 killer in the concrete. (and italics are flashbacks)


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She pulled the keys from the lock and threw them onto the table beside the door. She dropped her bag next to the table as she stepped out of her worn shoes and shrugged out of her jacket. As her fingers stretch for the light switch, she hears a creak in the floor behind her, and spins around in time for what appears to be a bat swing out and crash against her left knee. She gasps and falls to the ground, clutching her knee as her right leg sweeps out, meeting her attacker's ankles. He crashes to the floor, and she estimates from the effort it took to take him down that his is approximately 235 pounds. She glances at his shadowy figure, and can tell it is a stocky 235 pounds--he's only about 5'3" tall. She sees him lift the bat, so she rolls towards the door. She grabs her keys from the table and reaches for the door knob. It is then that the bat meets her right hip, and she manages to draw her left leg to her chest before thrusting it back, her heel digging into his groin. She pulled the door open and crawled for the stairs, the world spinning before her eyes. She manages to drag herself to her nearest neighbors, but her fist barely grazes the door as she blacks out.
She looked at him, his eyes cloudy with emotions. She could only recognize two--anger and fear. Her hand sought out his, needing to feel him, needing to know he was really there, beside her. "Do you want me to continue?" He nodded, so she complied, "The next thing I remember I was waking up. The room was dark and cold... my arms were tied behind me, around a chair. There was one small window, near the ceiling, which is when I figured out I was in a basement... My head was pounding, and I felt something damp on the side of my face. I assumed it was blood, but I don't remember being hit in the head, so he must have done it while I was out..."

"Coward," he whispers, his voice heavy with rage.

She smiles, "That's when the other man came in. He identified himself immediately as Marcus Nalten. He said it wasn't personal, that they didn't attack and kidnap me because of anything I did. It was to lure you, to get you to walk into a trap. I tried to ask why they wanted you, what they had against you, but he wouldn't tell me." She looked at him, "Why would they think that having me would hurt you, Booth? Why did they think you'd come for me? And who is he?"

Booth sighed, "Marcus Nalten is the baby brother of Leiutenant James P. Nalten--he was a member of my platoon. He was taken out by a sniper--it had all the signs of being an army-issued hit. Anyone outside of the platoon assumed it was me, and everyone in the platoon knew better than to question me about it. Jimmy was a good friend of mine--even if they'd ordered me, I'd never have taken him out, Bones."

"But his family thinks that you did it?"

He shrugs, "They heard the rumors, thought it was a possibility. I'm sorry, Bones... this is all my fault..."

"No it isn't!" She smiled, "But... why would they use me as bait?"

"It's common knowledge that we're partners, and that I usually end up rescuing you from psychopaths..." He smiles, "What else happened?"

"I want him to suffer--that's all you need to know," Nalten smiled at her, "My friend said to tell you he'd see you real soon."

"Friend?" She croaked, her throat dry.

"Yeah, the one you tried to escape from earlier? Put up a good fight..." Her heart sank, "He should look familiar..."

With that, he left her alone, to ponder who she knew with the physique she remembered her attacker having.

"Well, Well! If it isn't Dr. Temperance Brennan!" The voice sent off alarms in her mind, but she couldn't place it. That is, until he smiled. And then, when she pictured him with light, curly hair and a slightly heavier build... it was definetly Gallagher. "Ah, I see you remember me!"

She merely nodded--this was the man that had kidnapped Booth, tortured him, wanted to kill him. To take him from her... And now, he was using her to finish what he'd started months ago. "How did you get out of prison?"

He grinned, "I've got connections, darlin'." He took a few steps towards her, and she took a small amount of pleasure at his tentative steps, knowing that he was aching. "And now, Dr. Brennan... I've got a little problem. See, I spent six months in prison... and, well, it's left me achin' for some..." He leaned in close, whispering, "female attention" in her ear. As he pulled back, she spit in his face. He slapped her hard enough to turn the chair over, her cheek sliding painfully against the concrete floor. "You little bitch!" He called, grabbing her shoulders and forcing her up.

"You're not going to lay one fucking hand on me, you grimy little bastard!" She whispered, bile rising into her throat at the thought.

"Oh, but I will. Because I know just how much it will hurt Agent Booth to know that I touched his precious partner. To know I had her before her did..." Grinning, her brought his face to hers and kissing her. He forced his tongue inside her mouth, his hand grabbing her breast. Knowing he was distracted, she widened her jaw slightly before snapping it shut, feeling the strong muscle twitch between her teeth, the tinny taste of his blood flooding her mouth. He jerked away and brought a fist to her abdomen. She doubled over and let his blood sit near the front of her mouth. When she finally looked back to him, she spit it all into his face, smiling as the red floated down his cheeks. "You whore!" He shouted, before Nalten came to see what all the fuss was about.
"That son of a bitch!" Booth jumped up, pacing in front of the couch, "He kissed you?" He watched as she nodded, a tear slipping down her torn cheek. "Oh, God... he didn't..." He couldn't say the words, couldn't bring the horrible thought to life.

"No. He said he was going to... but he didn't have the chance," He sighed with relief, and she offered him a weak smile.

"It doesn't matter, though. He thought about... I'm still going to kill him."

She chuckled and patted the seat beside her, "Sit back down." When he did, she leaned forward slowly and wrapped her arms around him, "Thank you", she whispered, pulling him tightly against her.

"Anytime, Bones." He pressed a kiss into the side of her neck and smiled when she shook. "You must be exhausted... let's get you to bed, eh?"

"Excuse me?" She raised an eyebrow, "I'm sleeping right here, Booth, on your couch."

"No, that's where I'm sleeping. See, the rule is the injured person gets the big, comfy bed, and the uninjured person gets the living room. So, let's go..." He pulled her up and put his arm around her waist, guiding her back to his bedroom. He left her by the bed and went over to his dresser, fishing around inside a drawer before finding what he was looking for, "Here, you can wear this..." He tossed her a t-shirt and stood awkwardly by the door, unsure of what should come next. "Well, goodnight, Bones." He kissed her forehead and dashed from the room, standing in the hallway and trying to regain his composure.

"Booth?" He heard her whisper, so he re-entered, slightly shocked to see her still in her clothes.

"What's wrong?"

She flushed, "I can't... I can't change into the t-shirt, Booth. My wrist hurts too much." She bit her lip, her eyes focused on the ground in front of his feet. "Would you... do you think you could... can you help me?"

He approached her wordlessly, gently lifting her shirt away from her body, trying to focus on the task and not the fact that she was half naked before him. He reached for his tee and slipped it over her head, watching it fall to the top of her thighs.

"Booth... My bra?" She flushed even more, and he felt his heart speed up again.

"I know, Bones..." He offered her a small smile as his hands slipped beneath the hem of the shirt, his fingers dancing the length of her spine before reaching the clasp. He felt the fabric give and tug forward from the weight of her breasts, and he urged his growing erection to go away. He pulled his hands from her back and slipped them up the sleeves of the shirt, pulling the straps away from her shoulders one at a time. "I think you can, um... finish, right?" He whispered, his voice thick. She nodded, her good arm snaking up the shirt and pulling the material from her body, tossing it onto her shirt that he'd discarded on the floor. He reached forward, undoing her belt before finally unsnapping her jeans. He pulled down the zipper and prayed that the pants would just fall from her hips and land at her feet... but he, of course, was not that lucky. He looked her in the eye as his hands found her hips, feeling the heat of her skin burning through the thick fabric. He slipped his fingers beneath her jeans, gently touching her skin. He heard a sharp intake of breath and the slow hiss of its release, and realized after a second that it had been him, not her. It was his wrists that really pulled her jeans from her body, as his fingers skimmed the outside of her thighs, feeling the smooth flesh beneath his rough fingertips. When he finally knealt before her, his fingertips touching the soft cotton of her socks, he took a deep breath, knowing most of the torture was over. He gently tugged at her legs, pulling the jeans from under her feet and placing them with her other clothes.

"Thank you," She replied weakly, and he simply nodded, unable to find his voice and struggling to keep his breathing steady. "Booth?" She whispered, taking a step towards him.

"Hmm?" He whispered, not wanting her to come too close to him, knowing that his erection was still pressing stubbornly into his thigh.

"Stay with me?" Her eyes glittered, and he knew what she wanted. Safety.

He nodded, "Of course..."
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[WolfMyjic]

Well, now where to start. Lets see, in the first section I loved “Make yourself useful, Damsel, and unlock the door.� Teehee, I could so see that happening in the show. Sounded just like him.

The second section was dang gone hot. You did a great job.

Just one thing that I spotted, in the second section you have "To know I had her before her did..." and i think that second 'her' should be 'he'.

Other than that, damn, loved it.
Is there gonna be more??

~W~
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[mightjustbe]

Of course there will be! I'm an addict! But it will have to wait til thursday probably. Maybe late Weds if I get the chance... but I have two finals Weds and 2 on thurs, so we'll just have to see!! I'm glad you liked it, it means a lot!
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[WolfMyjic]

Can't wait to see what you come up with.

~W~

[Goldpiece]

I agree with Wolfy. Hot damn, that was hot. Hope to definitely see more.
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[midnight_jr3]

OH lordy that was great...but I think maybe I shouldn't be reading this...Oh well we pretty much covered everything in health this year... My phys ed teacher brought in a box of different method of contraception... she said penis and vagina so many times it's like she's never heard of using pronouns before...

[WolfMyjic]

I shouldn't laugh...but that was funny....

And no young lady, you shouldn't be reading....*gives stren look* (<- That's my 'adult' look) ;)

~W~

[mightjustbe]

He ripped open her shirt, his blood still on his cheek where she'd spat on him, a hunger in his eyes that made her stomach lurch. She was not prepared for this. This wasn't supposed to happen. "Don't touch me, you son of a bitch!" She screamed, "Help me!"

"Who are you calling for, darlin'?" Gallagher sneered, his finger running the length of her exposed collarbone. He leaned in close, whispering, "Nobody's gonna hear you. Scream all you want. In fact..." He backed away and looked her in the eyes, the darkness she found there making her blood run cold, "I might prefer that..."

She awoke with a start, feeling his skin touching hers, "No!"

"Bones," Booth struggled to restrain her flailing limbs, "Bones, it's just me, okay? You're safe, I promise!" He was relieved when she stopped, her breathing still deep, like she was running for her life. Like she was scared to death. He reached out for her hand, but she pulled away and shifted to the farthest corner of his bed. He hated himself for it, but as she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs, although she was broken and aching and bruised, he didn't know if she'd ever looked more beautiful to him. "Bones?"

"It was just a nightmare, Booth. I'm fine." She was staring at the moon, solitary in a black sky. She felt his eyes drilling into her, and with a sigh, she met his gaze, "I'm fine."

He nodded and moved from beneath the blankets, hissing when his bare feet met with the icy wooden floors. "You need your rest, okay? Go back to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

"Wait, Booth... please, don't go." She offered him a tense smile, her eyes full of tears, "Being alone will only make them worse." She watched as he silently returned to his side of the bed. "He came close. To raping me. He tried..."

"You said..."

She looked at him, his face flushed from rage. "I know what I said. I didn't... I didn't want to talk about it."

"But that was what your nightmare was about?"

She nodded, squeezing herself even more. She rested her chin on her knees and watched his hands, the way his fingers dug into his mattress as though they were wrapping around Gallagher's throat and choking the life from him. "He ripped open my blouse... He was watching me, and the way he was looking at me..." She closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing, "No one has ever looked at me like that before. It was awful, Booth. I can't even--I can't even explain it. I felt sick, and panicked, and dirty. I told him not to touch me, and started screaming 'Help Me'... and he laughed. He said no one would hear me scream... but he'd prefer me screaming when he..." She finally looked at him, hesitantly, trying to gauge his reaction. "So when I woke up... my mind was still there. And I felt you touching me, and I just, I reacted because of the nightmare."

"Bones, I would never..."

"I know," she interrupted, grabbing his hand and holding it firmly in her own. "Trust me, I know. I never thought you would. When I reacted, it wasn't because it was you. I was still stuck there, with Gallagher, and I thought it was him. I was..."

"Trying to defend yourself?" He offered, and she nodded. "Come on, you need some sleep." He watched as she crawled back beneath the blankets and turned to face him. "Go on, go to sleep..."

She frowned, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

He shrugged, "I'm going to sit up for a bit. I'll be right here, I promise." He glanced at the moon, then looked back to her, smiling at the way she looked in the moonlight. When she slept, she looked so peaceful. If it weren't for that scrape on her cheek, he wouldn't have been able to tell she'd been through such a trauma. He sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear before crawling between the sheets and falling asleep beside her.


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He blinked rapidly, unsure of what had woken him up. He tried to focus, listen for noises of a break in or signs of distress from Brennan. That was when he heard her soft snoring and felt the pressure on his right side. He looked over, smiling as he saw her head against his bicep. He followed the curve of her body, tempted to pause at her thighs where he could make out the faintest hint of her panties. He continued on, however, and found the most interesting discovery yet--Temperance Brennan was most certainly a cuddler. He'd never had her pegged for that, but at that thought a wide smile spread across his face. Her right leg was tossed over his legs, and he almost laughed when she put her arm over his abdomen and pulled herself closer to him, resting her head on his chest. His arm now free, he wrapped it gingerly around her, squeezing her lightly to him. He had no idea exactly how early it was, but he assumed with the gradual light filtering through the blinds, it was approaching 7 am. "Bones?" He whispered softly, nudging her. She groaned and rubbed her nose against his chest in frustration as she succumbed to some itch that twitched her. "Bones!" He said, slightly louder.

"Shush..." She muttered, and he felt her left hand snake beneath his back. 'Oh, this is great,' he thought, grinning. 'She's hugging me in her sleep. She looks cute... god, did I just say cute?' He shook the internal dialogue from his mind and tried once again to wake her.

"Come on, Bones. You said you wanted to go in to the lab and talk to Ange..." At the mention of the lab, her eyes sprang open, and he chuckled when the realization dawned in her eyes that she was pressed against him, half naked. "Good morning, sunshine..."

"Mention one thing about this to anyone," she whispered, unwrapping herself from him, "And I'll kill you."

He nodded, struggling to keep composure. "Wouldn't want to damage your reputation, Bones."

She glared at him and wrapped the sheet around herself. "I'm going to take a shower..." She stood and exited the room, the sheet trailing behind her on the floor. He stared after her until he heard the pipes groan, breaking him from his reverie. He didn't know exactly when it'd happened, but somewhere along the way, they'd become closer than he'd ever thought possible. Perhaps the start of it was Kenton; it was them, dancing around her apartment to a cheesy eighties song that will forever be associated, for him, with high kicks and fiery explosions... it was the relief he felt that he'd insisted on getting his own drink, the desperation he felt when he realized that Kenton was behind it all, the curious mixture of joy and pain when he'd found her bound and gagged and ready for slaughter, her arms around his neck as she sobbed into his shoulder, her tears and hot breath moving through his sweater and weighing so heavily on his skin; it was her giving up her date so he wouldn't be alone. It was the start, but it wasn't the end. The next thing he knew he was on a plane to New Orleans to rescue her from her tragic idea of a vacation, the shock of seeing her battered and broken and clueless crushing him. He risked his job and his future to protect her, to give her back a piece of her mother, to show her that he understood her on some level, that he knew she was innocent.

Grand gestures... Seeley Booth was all about the little things with big meanings that weren't always so easy to read into.

Although those events shaped how they were with each other, and how they felt (even if they didn't say it...), he knew the exact moment when he realized what she'd meant to him. He'd been sitting in the diner, their place... with Cam. She was talking about a vacation... his phone rang and she urged him to ignore it. Although he never said as much, he hated her a little from that moment on. Had he answered, maybe he could've done something sooner... The Gravedigger, calling his phone while he was with his quasi-girlfriend to inform him that the woman he loved--his best friend--was buried underground somewhere and her air was running out as the woman across from him was staring at him, a half smile on her face like she'd won some competition. His stomach churned as he played it for the squints, knowing that they'd feel something along the lines of what he was at that moment. Knowing they'd help him, and together they'd solve this case and find her before the air was drained. Before she suffocated on her own carbon dioxide.

He knew that the way he felt couldn't be ignored when he threw the ex-FBI officer into the table, threatened him without blinking, his fear mixing with his rage. He knew he loved her when he looked out into the sand, knowing she was buried somewhere below those billions of grains, waiting for him like she always did. He knew his life would be forever changed when he saw that puff of smoke and felt hope once more, the heaviness that had weighed on him through the entire ordeal lifted as he ran towards that spot at full speed, his legs and lungs begging him to stop, his hands acting as shovels trying to get to her and see for himself that she was still alive, still alright.

He shook the memories from his head, and wondered to himself exactly how many more near misses they'd allow themselves before they admitted they were in love.


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AN: I don't think that the "insight" behind his memories is anything new really, but I'm hoping to tie all that together in the next chapter...
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[WolfMyjic]

Nice chapter....

~W~

[Goldpiece]

I agree. That was another great chapter to a fantastic story. What I love is that it isn't cliche, which is something that I tend to border on quite often.
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[mightjustbe]

There are now five chapters of this--the sixth is in the works!

Sorry I haven't been on in so long--I haven't had steady internet connection and because of that, I ended up losing all of my favorited sites--like this one!

I'll work on copying all the chapters here, too!
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