A/N: Hey-O, everyone. Before I get into this story, I want you to know I am working on the next chapter for The Heart of Auradon. I promise it is coming soon, I just happened to get bit by the idea bug. It was a big bug. This story will be a two to three shot, most likely three, revolving mainly around Gil. As always Uma and Harry will play a big part in it, but won't show until part two. Ben is also heavily involved. It's a dark fic and completely deviates from the second film. The first film and first two books have no bearing on the storyline, though I do pull a few elements from Rise of the Isle of the Lost and Wicked World. The more simple idea of the story is, what might happen if Uma and Harry went to Auradon and Gil was left behind on the Isle?

Descendants Fallen Angel

Part One

They were the Sea Three. The trio of terror. Come Hell or high water they stuck together. Nothing could tear them apart. Or so he believed. He stood on the aft deck of a ship that, barring some miracle, would never sail again. A ship that was now his. He was the captain and he had a crew; a crew the respected and listened to him. It was a bit of a shock at first (though he didn't show it). However, he quickly realized that despite all of his previous antics and peculiar (for the Isle) personality, they had always liked and respected him. Gonzo had admitted to him once the he was a real breath of fresh air and admired his ability be so happy and positive. It was what had earned him the nickname "sunshine boy." But that was all gone now. He had tried to keep it up after Uma and Harry headed to Auradon, leaving him behind; but it just wasn't in him. The best he could do was try and lead the crew. To his astonishment the crew voted him as captain and that was when all Hell broke loose. His own crew may have respected him, but with plenty of other pirate crews, kid and adult, who saw him as weak – despite him being the son of Gaston – would eventually rise against them. Uma and Harry had, more or less, kept every other crew in check; even Harriet's crew kept their distance. The two of them had the type of personality that commanded, or at the very least, demanded respect and attention. Uma's anger and ferocity, and Harry's wild unpredictability and well, mental instability, put them at the top of the food chain.

He, on the other hand, was none of that. Well, nothing that he would outwardly show. Some things needed to stay secret. And those secrets protected him. However, now was a different story. The part of him that he kept stuffed down so deep within himself; the part of him that was so much like his father; the part of himself that he despised, finally surfaced. Uma and Harry were the reasons he had been so "sunshiny;" they were the ones that helped him keep that part of himself buried. And they never knew it. If there was anything he was even remotely good at, if not exceptional, it was suppressing his inner demons and who he truly was. Before Uma and Harry left, many believed that he didn't really belong on the Isle, that he had been born for a place like Auradon. While that kind of thinking never really bothered him, it really wasn't accurate. When Harry walked down the streets of the Isle, everyone got out of his way, and no one ever crossed him. Now he stood in Harry's spot. People scattered when they saw him coming; they never crossed him. And while he rarely screamed at people or bared his teeth in anger like Uma did, when he barked orders, whatever they may have been, it wasn't only his crew that obeyed. Even his brothers backed off him, showing him respect he never thought possible. He was the youngest, but was now being treated as the firstborn. Of course, he had always been smarter than them, not that that was really saying a whole lot. Unlike them, though, he did the work he was assigned in school, trying to pass, and with the help of Yen Sid, prove he was more than capable. He would admit that cleverness was not his forte, but he wasn't an idiot. Yen Sid had pointed out to him that he could see things in ways no one else around him could, figure out the most mundane puzzles and riddles everyone else spent too much time overthinking or overanalyzing. X marks the spot. The shell necklace. He often remembered things they didn't and had far more patience; he was certain he still did. It was patience that got him much of what he now had. Granted, he did steal the bulk of it, but even stealing took patience.

And now he patiently stood by the mizzen mast, waiting the return of the two people he once considered his "best friends." He didn't hate them, or even dislike them; he could never bring himself to do that. In fact, he still cared deeply for them; but he wasn't sure if the friendship he had once shared with them would be the same. There was no telling how much they may have changed after being in Auradon for nearly nine months. He had changed rather dramatically himself and he wondered what they would think of his new appearance. It wasn't drastic, mainly a wardrobe change; but it was far from what they were used to. The switch to all-black came on gradually over the first couple months of Harry and Uma's "desertion." It was mostly due to his own clothing becoming a little too tattered for wear, and while he did find something similar, Desiree gave him the nudge to find something different. Although, he wasn't completely sold on the idea right away. He liked his look. And even though they were all pirates and pirates had a certain look about them, each of them had their own style. It took time, but Desiree finally convinced him he needed a change. Much to her own dismay, and that of the others, he had changed and the style he brandished under Uma's captaincy needed to change with him.

It was rough on all of them at first; but soon, as with everything on the Isle, they became used to it. Initially, he hadn't wanted the captaincy. So, he left it for the crew to decide. While the rules stated that he was to be the captain with Uma and Harry gone, he urged the crew to choose a new captain based on the old ways of piracy. The office of captain should be decided upon democratically. Everyone would cast their vote, writing down the person's name on a piece of paper and dropping it into a hat where the votes would then be tallied. That was the idea, anyway. Desiree, Gonzo, Bonny, Jonas, and the rest of the crew knew exactly who they wanted as their new captain. He was completely dumbfounded when he saw the entire crew on the ship's main deck, waiting for him to make his appearance.

"What's goin' on?" he asked, slightly confused at the scene before him.

"We're here te cast our votes fer our new captain," Jonas answered.

"That's fine, but weren't we gonna do that later today at the Chip Shoppe?"

"That was the original plan, aye."

"Original? Okay, so what's the new one?"

Jonas stepped onto the quarterdeck, pulling the blond along with him. "What're ya doin'?" he whispered as he was dragged to the helm.

Jonas gave him a sly grin and turned around to face the rest of the crew. "The vote fer captain will now be cast. All in favor of electing Gil as our new captain…." Gil watched as the entire crew, including Jonas, raised their hands. "All opposed?" All hands remained down. Jonas turned to him. "Awaitin' yer orders, Captain."

Gil was absolutely stymied with what occurred that day. It had been roughly three weeks since Uma and Harry had left for Auradon, and they had already been at war with every pirate crew – save Harriet's – and other gangs that already existed. After the election, Bonny informed him that the entire crew had made the decision before he had even suggested such a selection. As they saw it, he had gone far beyond what was necessary to fight for his crew and more than proven his abilities as a leader. And they trusted him. And he promised to do everything he could take care of them properly.

Even though he had felt abandoned by them when they left, Harry and Uma clearly had made sure that those on the Isle began receiving better; especially when it came to food and clean water. They may not have been receiving filet mignon, but what they were given was far better than what they had. The newly crowned King Ben had come along with the initial load of new and better supplies to make sure it was placed into Gil's hands at his former captain and first mate's request. Ben had told him that they didn't trust anyone else to distribute the supplies properly. Putting their trust in him to do so did little to alleviate the anger and pain within him at first. It was still too soon for any forgiveness and it was something Gil was glad Ben understood. The young king promised he would only inform them that he was doing well and nothing more.

Ben had also brought along much needed medicine. Gil couldn't help but give the king a small grin. Of course, they would send that, remembering how not too long ago, he had nearly died of pneumonia. Had it not been for Yen Sid having exactly what was needed, he very well would have. He had never seen Harry and Uma so scared.

Supplies were not the only thing that came with Ben that first run. A very wily and adventurous young lady he had been smitten with for years was making her return to the Isle. A true and genuine smile crossed Gil's face as one Calista Jane Hook stepped off the boat. He could tell just by looking into her eyes that she hadn't changed in the slightest. She stepped up to him as he stood on the dock. Without saying a word, she placed her hands on his face and pressed her lips against his, taking him completely by surprise. Pulling away, she grinned at his stupefied expression. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing more than a few incoherent sounds escaped. Her grin turned to a smile as she gently pushed past him and walked down the dock saying, "ye comin', loverboy, or are ye just gonna stand there all day?" Ben grinned at him and amusement as his brain finally caught up to the present. He turned on his heel and followed after CJ, leaving the rest of the Lost Revenge's crew to unload the supplies.

By the time Ben brought the second run of supplies to the Isle, the island looked as if it had been overrun by the nastiest the villains had to offer. Several factions outside of the pirate crews and existing gangs had formed in only a month's time. Most of the kids that remained on the Isle (those who were old enough), joined one faction or another, some created their own, and few existed without at least a handful of adults involved. Gil's crew saw some new faces join, including Diego De Vil, Carlos's cousin. His and Harriet's crews were the only two factions that didn't have any adults present. Harriet and her first mate were the eldest of the two crews, and neither of them had yet hit twenty. Despite all the fighting and usurping of territory, his crew still controlled the entire northern coast (northeast to northwest) of the island with Harriet and her crew backing them.

Ben was met at the dock by him, CJ and his crew, as well as Harriet and her first mate. Auradon's king was taken aback by Gil's appearance and inquired of him what caused the change.

"Wow, you look different," Ben said as he met Gil on the dock. "And I don't just mean the clothes. Not that all-black doesn't suit you."

"Yeah, things have been chaotic lately," Gil replied. "My old clothes had seen better days. I needed somethin' new."

Ben opened his mouth to speak again, but they were interrupted.

"Captain?" A young man that Ben remembered as Gonzo approached them, clearly addressing Gil. "We just got word from Yen Sid that two children have been brought to him. They have pneumonia and he's low on antibiotics."

Gil turned to Ben. "I brought three crates," the young king stated, feeling the urgency in Gonzo's voice.

"Find the crates and get them to Yen Sid as quickly as possible," Gil replied with an authority Ben had never heard before. It was commanding, but still had a gentleness to it.

Gonzo nodded, "Aye, sir," and left quickly.

Ben eyed the young blond, raising an eyebrow. "Captain, huh?"

Gil gave a nod of assertion. "I was elected by the crew. They believed I was best suited for the office."

"Ye sound to modest, love," CJ said with a grin, twisting his hair around her finger.

While Gil hadn't been frowning when Ben arrived, he hadn't been smiling, either. It was more of a deadpan expression, unreadable. But CJ made him smile, though it was clear he was trying to fight it. Ben knew the feeling.

"They voted him Captain because he proved himself to be quite the leader in battle," Harriet informed, stepping up.

Ben raised an eyebrow, smiling. "Is that so?"

"It doesn't matter," Gil said shortly. "It's passed."

"Of course," Ben nodded knowingly. Gil didn't want to discuss it any further; as with anything in the past, good or bad. "I wish I could stay longer, but I have a number of meetings and visits I need to attend to."

Gil gave him a nod. "Be careful. The water seems a bit choppy today."

"I will." Before he boarded the barge, he turned back to Gil. "What do I tell them other than all of you are well?"

"Nothing," Gil replied. "Unless they ask."

The young king nodded. "I'll see you in a few weeks." He paused. "By the way, nice double-breasted frock coat."

Ben came along with every shipment to the Isle, and sometimes simply to visit and check on everyone. When the pirate asked, Ben would vehemently deny that Harry and Uma had anything to do with it, but the look in his eyes gave him away. As hurt and betrayed as Gil felt when they left (to a small extent he still did), which for a while had turned into bitter resentment – even hatred, he still cared deeply for them. He loved them. They were a part of his family. Uma was the sister he never had; a loud, bossy, and somewhat scary sister; but knowing Harriet and CJ Hook, he just assumed sisters were like that (at least, on the Isle). And Harry was the brother he wished he had. He loved his own brothers and they got along fairly well, but neither of them knew him as well as Harry did. Although they rarely, if ever, showed in front of anyone, including the crew, he, Harry, and Uma were as close as any siblings.

Ben's non-supply run visits were quite long, something Gil greatly appreciated. They would often sit at Ursula's and talk, sometimes grabbing a bite, as well. On other visits, they would walk through the central bazaar and while most people tended to scatter when he showed up, usually when they were on their way to the bazaar from the wharf, still others, especially children, flocked to him. Ben spoke of such incidents in many of their conversations.

"So, Gil," Ben began as they sat at a table in the back of Ursula's Fish and Chip Shoppe. "I've been noticing how different groups of people react to you when they see you."

Gil looked at him, briefly lifting in his brow. "Yeah? Haven't really paid much attention." He paused. "Well, except to those who get out of my way." He paused again. "And now it's because of who I am. Not because of whose crew I was a part of.".

"It made you feel pretty powerful, didn't it?" Ben saw the flash of excitement, malevolence and depravity in his eyes. He was taken aback by it, but said nothing.

"It did at first," Gil admitted. "But after a while it got old. Don't really care anymore." That depraved look flashed in his eyes again, lingering a bit longer than the first time. "But then sometimes, probably more often than it should, it actually makes me feel good. Watching them flee like scared little rabbits."

Gil's response, more his body language and tone than his words, was rather unnerving. For the first time, Ben realized just how much Gaston's youngest son had changed in the four months since his first real visit. An internal debate fired up within him over how good or bad this change really was. He knew Gil could see the wheels in his head turning, but the young pirate captain kept silent. The more time Ben spent with Gil, the more he recognized how deep this change truly went.

While he understood that all the warring with other crews and gangs and being left behind by his two closest friends was a large part of it, there was clearly something else. His gut was telling him that sweet, innocent Gil was definitely no longer innocent. Though it was a very strong possibility, and Ben had zero interest in knowing for sure, that part of that loss of innocence had to do with his relationship with CJ. Their public, sometimes over-the-top but never lewd, displays of affection drove the thought in that direction. (He had found Gil's crew's eye rolls and groans at their displays quite amusing.) But Ben didn't know for certain and again, didn't want to know. No, there was something deeper; something that was plaguing the pirate captain. And he wanted to know what that something was. Those flashes of depravity and malevolence didn't manifest overnight after Harry and Uma left. Something happened to him, or perhaps, it manifested itself from something he had to do, because despite the malevolence and depravity, Ben saw the core of who Gil was remained intact. The innocence may be gone, but those people – especially the children – flocked to him for a reason. Uma and Harry were not kidding. Gil was truly an enigma.

"Ben? Ben? Ben." Gil snapped his fingers in front of the king's face.

"Huh?" Ben looked up to see a concerned look on the other young man's face. "Oh, sorry. Guess I spaced out for a minute."

"More than a minute," Gil said, grinning. "Don't worry about it. Used to do it all the time." He leaned back in his chair as the waitress brought their food. "Thank you." Sitting up, he eyed Auradon's king who appeared to be zoning out again. "Are you okay?"

Ben shook his head. "Oh, uh, just thinking."

"About what?" Gil asked, taking a bite of his food.

Taking a bite of his own, Ben thought for a moment before answering. "Can I ask you something personal?"

Gil had a suspicion of what his question might be. And while he wasn't too keen on answering, he trusted Ben enough to keep it away from Harry and Uma. "Of course."

Ben hesitated for a moment. "What happened?"

Those were the only two words he needed to hear to know exactly what it was that had Ben curious. He ran his hand through his hair, wondering where he should begin. A number of options whirled through his mind: go with a lead-in; build up from the beginning; jump straight into it.

"You don't have to answer," Ben said softly, noticing a bit of anxiety building Gil's expression.

"No, it's okay," Gil replied, taking a deep breath. Haven't said a word about it since it happened. None of us like to talk about it. It was bound to happen, though. I'm glad I've been the one to do it and not anyone else in my crew. I don't know if I could live with myself if that happened." He felt a hand touch his shoulder.

"Ye don't hafte do this, sweet," CJ said softly, sitting down next to him.

"Yeah, I do," he replied, placing his hand on hers. "I need to. I can't pretend like it doesn't happen."

Ben pursed his lips. The malevolence and depravity that had been in Gil's eyes had been replaced by pain and anguish. The young king had a horrible feeling in his gut. "Gil…."

Gil put his hand up to stop him. "There's blood on my hands, Ben. A lot of it."

Ben sat back in his chair, stunned. His gut-feeling had been correct. Gil had killed, shed another's blood. Many, perhaps, by the sound of it. He didn't want to know, but Ben found himself asking the question. "How many?"

Gil closed his eyes. "The first one was in our first fight. Just a couple weeks after they left." CJ squeezed his hand as he drew in a deep breath. Opening his eyes, Ben noticed in eerie, glassy look to them, he continued, "I had just fought off one of Morgan's crew when he came up behind me. Guess like everyone else he figured I was too dense to realize someone might come up behind me. I suppose it worked to my advantage."

He took another deep breath. Ben could see how difficult it was for him to talk about it. That had to be a good thing – Ben hoped. Rubbing his face, Gil continued, "he thought he was being sneaky, but I could hear his footsteps. I gave him a polite warning before I turned around. Pretty sure I shocked him when I parried his attack. He'd always been a formidable opponent. Couldn't tell you how long our fight went on, or exactly how it got to that point….

"Morgan was in the habit of talking during swordfights, or any kind of fight, spewing out insults to throw his opponents off their game."

"And he tried that with you," Ben said.

Gil back in his chair, licking his lips. "Yeah…." He twirled his cup around the edge of the table.

Ben furrowed his brow. "But he wasn't insulting you," he replied, soberly, emphasizing 'you.'

"Oh, he was insulting me, all right," he huffed spitefully. "Those insults may not've been about me, but when you degrade my family…."

In this single conversation alone, Ben learned more about who Gil really was than in all other conversations combined.

Despite the anguish, pain, feelings of abandonment and betrayal, bitterness and even hatred he may have or have had, his loyalty to and love for Harry and Uma was as strong as it ever had been. They were his family, as was the entire crew, and they meant the world to him. Ben saw the same loyalty and love for Gil in Harry and Uma. Theirs was a bond that can never be broken.

"He insulted Harry and Uma." Ben's remark was more thinking out loud on his part that it was seeking confirmation from Gil; which he knew the Lost Revenge's captain picked up on right away. So, he went on.

"I snapped," Gil continued. "There's a lot of talk about the Hook temper." CJ couldn't help but smirk at the comment; a smirk that didn't go unnoticed by Ben. "Especially, when it comes to Harry. Harry at his worst couldn't compare to what I felt, how I reacted." He paused. "I lashed out, never gave the slightest opening for Morgan to fight back. I backed him into a corner and ran him through with my sword."

It was a bit frightening how calm and cool Gil remained through his retelling of the incident. He was almost emotionless, but there was more of a vexing undertone. What he did bothered him greatly and it obviously wasn't the last time he would kill someone; he made that perfectly clear.

They fell silent. If Gil desired to continue, he would. Ben wasn't going to push him for more. Revealing the other deaths would be up to the pirate captain. Auradon's king fell deep into thought. Reveal. Reveal! That was it. There was something about Harry's demeanor that had been bothering him for months. Both Harry and Uma had not been themselves at all for the past six months or so. While Uma did remain somewhat sociable, Harry had become almost a shadow of himself, a shell, only speaking to him and Uma and in class if he absolutely had to. Initially, Ben had attributed it to Gil still being on the Isle; but as time passed he knew there had to be more to it, something more complex. Having this conversation with Gil finally opened his eyes.

Two weeks ago, Ben had found Harry at the Enchanted Lake looking at the enchanted mirror that had belonged to his father and which should have been in the museum. He became less concerned with how the mirror had come into Harry's possession when he saw the horrified expression on the young man's face. Ben suspected he was using it to see Gil. His suspicions were confirmed when he gently pulled the mirror out of the other boy's hands. It did show Gil, but gave no indication of why Harry would have such a horrified look in his eyes. Now, he was positive he knew why. Harry had asked the mirror to show him Gil and in an unfortunate turn, the mirror showed Gil as he killed someone. Which one, or even ones, Harry had seen over the course of time he had the mirror, Ben couldn't say. It definitely explained Harry's change and he was certain Harry had told Uma. Whether or not she had seen what Harry had was difficult to tell. In any case, they were both deeply affected. He had to talk to both of them.

"Ben." Gil snapped his fingers in front of his friend.

"Huh?" Ben looked up at him. "Oh, sorry. I was doing it again."

He smiled softly. It was that sweet, genuine, Gil smile that was gladly welcomed by Ben. "We both were."

Ben smiled back at him. "I don't mean to push you to tell me more, but…." He trailed off.

Gil leaned into the table, folding his arms onto the top. "You really wanna know how many times I've killed?" His voice sounded cold, but his eyes were filled with sorrow and regret.

"It's important," Ben replied, barely above a whisper.

Gil took a deep breath, nodding. He wasn't going to give an exact number and Ben knew that. It was too much for him to bear and to tell Ben…. "Let's just say you'll need more than two hands to count them all."

Ben slumped back in his chair. "I was afraid of that."

There was something Ben wasn't telling him; something distressing; something he wanted to confess. His expression was strained. "What's wrong, Ben?" Gil's own expression turned to one of concern. "Does it have something to do with Harry and Uma?"

Been straightened up, pursing his lips. "I promised him I wouldn't tell you. He said it would destroy you if you knew."

"I'll find out one way or the other, Ben," Gil replied harshly. His voice softened. "I'll deal with the consequences as they come. If this involves Harry and Uma, especially if it's something that's hurting them, I want to know."

Ben sighed and nodded. "I don't know when or how, but Harry found my dad's enchanted mirror."

Both Gil's and CJ's eyes widened. "No. No, no, no," Gil kept repeating. "Please don't tell me he used that to see me."

Ben broke eye contact with him.

Gil slumped back in his chair, his hand shaking. "If he used that mirror to see me, then he could've…."

"He did," Ben said solemnly. "He saw you kill. I… I don't know how many."

Sitting up, Gil slammed his fist onto the table. He briefly drew the attention of the other patrons, but they quickly returned to their own business. He ran his hand through his hair, staring down at the table. "Did Uma see it?"

"I don't know," Ben replied softly. "If she did, she's never tipped her hand and Harry won't say."

"Of course, he won't. I wouldn't, either. And neither would Uma." He slowly stood up. "It's one of the ways we protected each other here."

Ben and CJ stood as well.

Gil looked at the young king, his eyes like steel. "You asked me a month ago if there was anything I wanted." Ben nodded. "I want the supplies to fix the Lost Revenge. She's always been fixable, we just never had the means to do it."

"Of course."

He pulled his jacket on, then grabbed his tricorn off the hat stand next to their table. (Ben had noticed some time ago that Gil's jacket resembled Harry's, only completely black.) As they headed towards the door of the Chip Shoppe, Gil stopped at the counter, paid for their meal. He and CJ retrieved their swords from the sword check-in bin, and then the trio left.

No one spoke as they made their way to the harbor. But as they neared the dock, Gil said, "I also want you to bring Harry and Uma here, just so I can see them. But not until after the ships fixed."

"I'll do that," Ben replied.

"Thank you."

They shook hands and Ben boarded the barge that awaited him. CJ and Gil watched quietly as the boat cut through the water and barrier back to Auradon. Part of Gil wished he had stepped onto the boat with Ben. However, there were too many kids still on the Isle that needed his care. No one else was going to do anything for them. Ben could only take so many at a time to Auradon, and they needed to be there more than he did. They deserve to be there.

CJ, noticing the faraway look in his eyes, said softly, "ye deserve to be there, too."

He put his arm around her and kissed her on the forehead. "Thank you for coming back."

"Gil!" They both turned to see Harriet rushing up to them. "We've got a huge problem. Conlan's back."

"Gil? Gil." He felt a gentle squeeze on his arm. "Hey."

"Hmm…." He looked down at CJ.

"Ye look worried," she said.

He sighed. "I suppose I am."

"Are ye worried about what they'll think of ye now?"

"Maybe a little," he replied, turning his gaze back to Auradon. "But I'm more worried about how they're doing. Harry saw me kill. I just hope he didn't see –"

CJ stopped him, placing her right index finger on his lips. "Gil… Stop. If he saw, he saw. We can't change it."

"I know we can't. But I'm just afraid of what it could've done to him if he did see. And then if Uma saw…."

She smiled softly at him, tapping his lips with her finger. "Then ye'll take care of them. Like ye always did. Even though they never realized it."

Gil pressed his forehead against hers. "Have I told you lately how much I love you."

"Ye tell me all the time."

"Yeah… It is hard for me to shut up, isn't it?"

She smiled again, pulling him into a kiss. "They're goin' te be here soon."

"I told Ben to bring them here."

"How 'bout I go down te the dock and I bring them up here."

He gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Okay."

As CJ made her way off the ship, he returned his gaze to Auradon. Nine months; nine months had passed since he had last seen them. Nine months since he had last touched them, looked into their eyes. In less than an hour's time, they would be back with him; back together again. Just as they should be. And after taking down Conlan only a few hours ago, he needed them more than ever.

End A/N: This is one of those rare times when I didn't plan anything out, including the whole Gil/CJ thing. I suppose I just wanted something different. Gil being with one of Harry's sisters is just funny to me. The reason for our trio being separated will be revealed in the next part. All I will say about it is that it was not a willful separation. Also, who Conlan is and what happened (when he was first mentioned) will be revealed in part two. What happened with Conlan mentioned at the end of this part, what all Harry saw with the enchanted mirror and whether or not Uma actually saw anything will be revealed in either part two or part three. It will all depend on how part two, which I've already begun writing, goes.

I hope you enjoyed the beginning. I will have the second part up as soon as possible. And as always, be lovely to each other.