A/N- Heyy awesome people who are reading (and hopefully reviewing *wink wink, nudge nudge ;D) this story! This is my first fanfic so be nice please ;3

I do not own Skulduggery Pleasant. I wish I did, but I just do not have the witty genius of Derek Landy.

We walked through the graveyard, the strong Irish wind whipping my dark hair across my face. I pushed it behind my ears and concentrated on walking. There was all sorts of debris that threatened to trip me up and make me fall flat on my face. But despite my best efforts, I tripped. Before I could hit the ground, a hand grabbed onto my arm and pulled me up. It was Skulduggery Pleasant, skeleton detective.

"Thanks," I said, brushing myself off.

He shrugged, "Not everybody can match my grace."

I grunted and started walking again.

We were meeting with Various Porter, an adept who may have any leads to where Tanith Low and Billy-Ray Sanguine had gone. I sighed. I missed Tanith. She was like an older sister to me.

Suddenly, Skulduggery stopped.

"Various, stop playing hide and seek," he called out.

A man in his mid-30's stepped out of the treeline bordering the cemetery. He had dark-brown hair and brown eyes. He also had a slightly crooked nose. He was basically average-looking.

"Ah, Mr. Pleasant," he said, strolling over to us with his hands in his pockets, "It's very nice to see you, my old friend."

"We weren't friends," Skulduggery replied.

"Oh, well, acquaintances. I remember that time when-"

Skulduggery silenced him by pulling out his gun.

"Porter. You know why we're here. Give us the information or I'll blow your brains out."

Various took a step back.

"If you want the damned information so bad, then why don't you ask the precious China Sorrows for it?"

Skulduggery uttered a soft growl.

We hadn't been in touch with China since Skulduggery found out she was the one who set up the trap where his wife and child was killed. He refused to talk to her, even when the situation needed it. Like now.

"Porter. Just give us the information and you'll walk away from here without a scratch on you."

Various smirked and looked at me, "I've been told this little lady had a sharp tongue, yet she has remained completely silent this whole time. What's wrong, cutie pie? Cat got your tongue or are you just intimidated by me?"

In a flash I had grabbed his arm and twisted it behind him. If he moved one muscle it would hurt so much it would force him to his knees in pain.

"Bite me," I hissed, "and don't call me cutie pie. Ever." I twisted his arm and he howled in pain. I walked back to Skulduggery's side and watched Various start to rise and spit out dirt. He grimaced and said tightly, "You've got her well trained, Pleasant, I'll give you that. Like a dog, I'd say."

I started to advance towards him, clicking my fingers to crate a spark and feeding my energy to the spark until it grew into a flame. But Skulduggery put a hand on my shoulder, forcing me to stay where I was. I glared at Porter but eventually stepped back, dousing the flames.

"Now that we're getting along so well, you should probably give us the information," Skulduggery said cheerfully, although he still had his gun pointed at Various's face.

"You know what, I don't think I will," he said, and started walking away.

Skulduggery leapt from my side and tackled Porter, taking him to the ground in a puff of dust.

I could make out the glint of a knife amidst the struggle.

All of a sudden, I heard a faint pop and a screech of pain. The dust settled and I saw Various holding both of Skulduggery's arms triumphantly.

I was overcome by a wave of anger and drew upon the shadows. Due to being in a graveyard, I had more power. The energy of death coursed through me, disgusting and invigorating. My black necromancer's ring was as cold as ice on my finger.

I sent the shadows hurtling at Porter, knocking him off his feet and 5ft into the air. I ran up to where he landed and he came at me with a growl. I repeatedly elbowed him in the face and the stomach, but he grabbed hold of my arms and spun me around, letting go. I landed on the ground hard, knocking my head and my breath rushing out of me. I heard a grunt and saw Skulduggery, having recovered his arms, tackling Porter to the ground yet again. I ran into the fray, whipping my shadows at Various. I sharpened the shadows into daggers and held them at his neck.

He froze.

"Move one step and I'll plunge these into your neck without a second thought," I warned.

He slumped down, accepting defeat. I allowed a moment to revel in my victory.

"Now Porter," Skulduggery said menacingly, "This is the last time I will ask you. Where is Tanith Low and Billy-Ray Sanguine hiding? And don't even think of trying to worm your way out of this one or I will tell my partner here to slit your throat."

Various swallowed loudly.

"Th-They're at an a-abandoned warehouse j-just outside of L-London," He squeaked.

I looked at Skulduggery, he nodded.

I withdrew the shadows and Porter scrambled away, into the darkness.

Skulduggery started walking towards the rusty gates that were the entrance and exit to the cemetery.

I hurried up to him.

"There's probably loads of abandoned warehouses outside of London, how are we going to find the right one?" I asked.

"Ahh, logic, my dear Valkyrie," he said, tapping his skull.

I was puzzled. "What?"

He sighed. "A while back, me and Tanith was really bored and she started asking me about my life. I told her a couple things and asked her about hers. She told me a story about when she was little, she often went to an abandoned warehouse, not far from her home. My best guess is that they are there."

I frowned. "But it's the remnant inside Tanith, not Tanith herself," I pointed out.

"Yes, but the remnant still has all of tanith's memories and, since she could remember it then, It must've been a strong one. When the remnnant was thinking of a hideout, that warehouse must've just popped up out of no-where."

"But if she told you about it, wouldn't the remnant remember that and immediately put it aside as somewhere not safe?"

"Valkyrie, it was a very boring day. For people as old as me and Tanith, those days pass in a blink of an eye and we barely remember them."

"Oh."

We had reached the car by now. The car was a 1954 Bentley R-Type Continental. I sank into its warm, leather seats as Skulduggery slid in and started up the car.

"Seatbelt," he said.

I clicked my seatbelt in.

"So, I was thinking we grab a plane in the morning to London. What do you say?" Skulduggery asked.

"Can't. I have to babysit Alice. Mum and Dad are going out tomorrow."

"Ah," Skulduggery said, nodding. "Family does come first. How about I grab a plane over to London by myself and you ask Fletcher to teleport you there."

I groaned.

"Skul, you know things have been a bit... tense between me and Fletcher since our breakup. Why can't you just wait?"

"Because I don't want to," Skulduggery replied.

"Fine. But you have to ask him. He's scared of you."

"Why would anyone be scared of me?"

We stopped at the Pier outside my house and I handed Skulduggery my phone.

"Why do I have to use your phone?" Skulduggery asked, "I have a perfectly good one of my own."

I sighed.

"Fine then. Use your one."

"That I will," Skulduggery said, slipping his phone out of his pocket.

He hit speed dial and everything was silent for a few moments. A rare feat when you're with Skulduggery. Then he started to talk.

"Ah, Fletcher, my boy. How are you doing?"

He paused

"How do you know I want something?"

Another pause.

"Okay I do want something. I want you to take Valkyrie to London the day after tomorrow."

More pausing.

"Look boy, if you don't want that porcupine hair of yours to vanish in the next week, then you will teleport Valkyrie to London tomorrow," he said in a menacing growl.

One more pause.

"Cheers," he said brightly, and hung up. "Okay, it's all sorted."

"Okay."

"You should thank me."

"For what?"

"That."

"Why?"

He sighed. "Kids these days. No manners at all."

I punched him in the arm.

"I heard that," I said.

"Okay. Well you should go. I heard baby's don't sleep. So you're gonna need alot of it."

"Mmkay. See ya."

I arrived outside my bedroom window, manipulating the air so that it carried me up to the sill. The reflection greeted me.

"Do you want to resume your life?" It said.

I nodded and it got into the mirror. I touched the mirror and all of the reflections memories came flooding into my mind.

Roast beef for dinner. Got a B on my math test. Normal things I don't do or have. I shrugged out of my black clothes and pulled on my football jersey and shorts. Then I crawled into bed and the minute my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep.