Title: More or Less Sane
Author: FireDemon
Email: Ken_Dai_Love@hotmail.com
Rating: PG13
Category: Romance
Warnings: Shounen-ai/Shoujo-ai, Disturbing behaviour.
Summary: AU. Evil Vampires, Bloodsucking and a conversation with a Psychiatrist. Guess who's telling the story... Hehe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Zoids, if I did Fiona would be passionately in love with Zeke, Raven would be too busy worrying about his sexuality to fight for Prozen, and the Guardian Force would be enthusiastically screwing each other while Moonbay followed them around with a video camera.
"I met him in a nightclub." I force the words out my gaze never faltering.
"I see." The man replies. I feel like launching myself at him and tearing him limb from limb. This is my third session, with my third psychiatrist, and none of them have said anything other then 'I see', or 'How did that make you feel?'
They don't 'see', they couldn't possibly understand. I mean, god, it sounds insane to me and I'm the one who experienced it.
"The music was loud, Fiona had dragged me over to the speakers. She was spouting off about 'feeling' the music."
"And how did that make *you* feel?" The psychiatrist asks, pen posed above his note pad.
"I don't know. It was a favour to Fiona."
"Tell me about Fiona," He orders me, his eyes unreadable behind his glasses.
"Fiona? Well, she's a friend. She's kind of naïve, but not in a bad way. She's very sweet, I used to think I had a crush on her."
"I see." He jots something down on his note pad, completely ignoring the fact that I'm supposed to be explaining what happened in the club, "Explain what you mean be, 'used to think'?"
I breathe in deeply, trying to find the words I need, "Well, she's kind of pretty, you know, pure. Nothing about her is tainted or unclean. When I first met her I found that rather attractive."
"I see. What changed your mind." He asks simply, looking up at me, from beneath his hair.
"He changed my mind." I answer just as simply.
"How?" I can see he's becoming more interested now, still politely aloof, but after meeting Raven I can detect the curiosity in his voice, the interest in his posture.
"After him..." My eyes meet his gleaming darkly, "She just couldn't measure up."
"Couldn't measure up?" He questions, though it's obvious he knows what I mean.
"He was everything she wasn't. Darkly attractive, beautiful even, and sinfully sexy. He oozed sex-appeal and Fiona, well Fiona had trouble understanding the concept of a kiss."
"He confused your perception of your own sexuality?" The man asks me, his question turning the conversation to an issue he'd been trained to handle.
I shake my head, "Not at all. It was simply, after him, anything and everything I'd ever felt for anyone else was suddenly completely insignificant."
"Insignificant?" He questions again.
"No other feeling could compare." I say.
"I see. Do you believe this feeling you felt for him was love?" He asks.
"I don't know," I reply honestly, "At the time, yes, I thought it was love. Now, I'm not too sure. I lusted after him, more then I've ever lusted after anybody in my life."
"Ah, do you often lust after people?"
I shrug, "I suppose so, there was this one time when my best friend hired me a stripper. I lusted after her. And there was a very pretty boy in my class when I was a junior in high school, I suppose I lusted after him too, even though I didn't think I did at the time."
He jots something down on his pad. Probably writing that I'm a nymphomaniac who should be drugged up for his own good.
"Are you a virgin?" His eyes are flat, hidden behind his glasses, I can't see what he's thinking.
"I don't see that it's any of your business, but no, I'm not."
"I see. May I ask about your relationship with your parents?"
I blink, how he's got from my sex life to my parents I have no idea. I open my mouth, to lie, but it isn't the lie that comes out, "My dad works, I don't see him much. My mom was always very busy with the kids, and when they grew up, she fostered more. I have a very big family."
"And how does that make you feel?" He asks.
"It's my life," I reply, biting back my initial reply, "it makes me feel like it's my life."
"I see," He writes something else down. I bet he's saying I'm neglected, and I'm making this whole thing up for the attention.
"I'm not neglected." I say before I can stop myself.
"Did I imply you were?" He asks, "May I ask if you lost your virginity to this stranger you met in the nightclub?"
"No." I say brusquely.
"Excuse me?"
Well, he did request permission to ask. What did he expect?
"No, I didn't lose my virginity to him." I amend, I don't really like being impolite.
"But you met him in a nightclub, yes?" He brings the conversation back to the starting point.
I nod, "Yes, next to speakers. Fiona was 'feeling' the music, and I was trying to look cool and attractive."
"You were trying to look attractive?" He twists my words. "Don't you think you look attractive when you're not trying?"
"I... That's not what I meant."
"I see," He writes something else down, "Continue."
"Moonbay and Irvine kept plying Fiona and I with drinks. I think she wanted us to get together for some reason, I don't know why, and I was a little tipsy."
"A little tipsy?" He questions, and I feel a red flush spread across my cheeks.
"Well, okay, maybe a little more then tipsy, but I wasn't drunk."
He scribbles for a few seconds, then smiles at me, "Continue."
"Okay, Irvine had spilt some water on Moonbay, and I was staring at her, because her white clubbing shirt had gone see-through, and then I saw him."
"Him?" He questions, and I realise that so far I haven't mentioned his name once.
"Raven. He said his name was Raven."
The man jots that down, and I stare at the paper, I almost feel guilty, as if by giving him my love's name I've committed some terrible crime.
I let my eyes flutter closed as the memories of that night rush back over me, "He was standing in the middle of the crowd, it looked like they were flowing around him. Like he was the only rock in that sea of moving, gyrating dancers. His eyes were sweeping over the crowd, then they met mine, I could see everything in that stare. I shuddered as the stare held, and he gazed into my soul. Then he smiled."
"He smiled?" The man questions, I know he thinks I'm exaggerating, or delusional.
I nod, "Yes. He smiled. It was the kind of smile that burns you, from your lips which tingle in anticipation of the kiss that smile promises to the tips of your suddenly unsteady toes."
"I see." The man says, although of course, he doesn't.
"And then he walked through the throng of dancers, cutting through them like a hot knife through butter, that wicked smile never budging from his inhumanly beautiful face."
"Inhumanly beautiful?" His voice is curious, I suppose in his profession, you have to pick up on every little nuance.
"It was as if he'd been chiselled out of stone. As I said, after him, everyone else just sort of... faded away."
"And after he reached you?" He prompts, too engrossed in my story to stop me now.
"He asked me to dance." I reply, my mind reeling from the incredibly clear memories I have of that night.
"And how did that make you feel?"
"I'm not sure," I'm starting to get used to all his touchy-feely questions, although I still don't like them, "I wasn't drunk, but from the moment I saw him, it was like, have you ever done speed?"
The psychiatrist looks at me in a mixture of horror and surprise.
"When you do speed your brain feels like it's operating really, really fast, and everything's suddenly incredibly clear. Like for you, suddenly putting on your glasses, you know?"
He nods, relaxing slightly when he comprehends what I'm trying to tell him.
"Well, seeing him, it was like the exact opposite. Everything suddenly slowed down, and it was like I was seeing him from underwater or something."
"I see," He replies, despite the fact he quite obviously does not.
"We danced for hours. I don't like dancing, I was only at the club for Fiona, but I danced for hours anyway. I vaguely remember Moonbay and Irvine leaving. They asked me if I wanted to leave."
"I take it you didn't?"
I shake my head, "No, I didn't. He kissed me, and then it was like, everything suddenly sped up. I wasn't underwater any more and he was there."
"I see." He replies.
I shrug, ignoring the temptation to say 'No, you don't'.
"So what happened next?" He's hooked now, I suppose usually his patients spill about their childhood trauma's. My experience is getting to be like a cheap and relatively plotless porno.
"Fiona came looking for me. It turned out the music wasn't the only thing she felt that night," I say caught between bitterness and amusement. I'd really liked her; it kind of hurt that she'd chosen some bimbo over me.
"What do you mean by, 'it wasn't the only thing she felt'?" He asks, flawlessly quoting my words back at me.
"That night she hooked up with some bimbo she'd never even seen before. Reese, or something like that" I shrug again, "I was kind of distracted by the gorgeous bishounen who was nibbling on my neck."
"And how did that make you feel?" He asks
I purposefully misinterpret his question, "Raven sucking on my neck? Pretty damn good actually."
"And what were your feelings towards Fiona?" He inquires, ignoring my remark.
"Well, I was kinda surprised she swung that way, I'd almost convinced myself she was asexual," I joke.
"I see," He jots something down on his notepad, "You feel the need to defend yourself with humour?"
"No!" I shoot back, "I was kind of upset that she'd choose someone over me when I'd liked her for so long, but Raven was way hotter then her so it kinda didn't matter anyway."
"Hmm, tell me more about Raven."
"Alright, he's very good looking," I falter, I know there's more to him then just his looks, and I'm honestly not that shallow, but I'm having trouble thinking what I know about him that I can put into words, "I... He's my soul mate. You know, my dream-guy, even though I didn't know he was until I met him. We just... fit."
He nods, "What happened after Fiona arrived?" He prompts, returning to the previous conversation.
"Well, Reese and Raven went to buy Fiona and I a drink, so we talked. She told me how Reese was the love of her life. She wasn't who I would have pegged for Fiona's soul-mate, but she's nearly as weird as Fi, so, I dunno, they were good together I suppose."
"You suppose?" He asks.
I shrug, "Well yeah, I don't know for sure. I mean, I barely talked to Reese, but she seemed to like Fiona as much as Fi liked her, so I guess they're good for each other."
"Hmm," He scribbles something else on his pad. I feel extremely self- conscious, but talking about it is helping me get my head on straight.
"Fiona and Reese left and Raven and I went back to my place," I falter in my narrative, with the other psychiatrists I'd started here, at the root of the problem with no explanation. I'd given Dr. Kido an explanation but I was still cautious, I didn't want him to dismiss me as a nutcase. I'm sensitive, so sue me.
"Yes?" He prompts, and his eyes fix on me, his pretence of disinterest is long gone.
"I invited him in for coffee, it was about 3, maybe 4 in the morning, I figured sobering up would be a good thing."
He nods. "I see, and after you invited him in?"
"Well, he took a seat on the couch and I sat down next to him, or rather, on top of him," I feel myself blushing again, "So we made out, you know, and then I pulled back to ask him if he wanted something to drink."
The doctor is blushing a little but he prompts me to continue.
My blush deepens, "He smirked, one of those sexy evil smirks that makes you shudder even though it's making you really, really hard. Then he said, 'Well if you're offering...' and then he bit me, on the neck. It wasn't like before when he was just nuzzling, he sunk his fangs and sucked my blood."
He doesn't speak. Have I finally rendered a psychiatrist speechless?
"Are you okay?" I ask hesitantly.
He pulls off his glasses and massages his temples, "I'm fine," his blue eyes meet mine and I can see that he's a little upset.
"What's wrong?" The roles have been reversed now, it's like I'm the psychoanalyst, and he's the nutcase.
"For a while there I'd forgotten I was a psychiatrist. You know, until the whole blood-sucking thing you came off as more or less sane." He replies.
"Oh," I smile, "You can't win 'em all. Thanks for listening to me. I really needed to get that off my chest."
He pauses, and I know he's psyching himself up for something, "So, what happened with you and Raven?" He asks.
I quirk an eyebrow, impressed, "Why do you ask?"
"Just curious," He replies tensely.
"Oh," I smile, "He asked me to move in with him."
"What did you say?"
I smile, showing my fangs, "As soon as I catch my dinner I think I'm going to tell him yes. I just needed to get my head on straight."
His eyes widen and I swoop down on him, moving faster then his pathetic human eyesight can follow, "Thanks again," I say just before I sink my teeth. I can hear my love's husky voice in my head, as I bite,
//Good Hunting Thomas//
Authors Notes: Another entirely queer fic. This one didn't come from a song, although I *do* have the new Silverchair song stuck in my head, but that didn't really inspire this fic.
I also just watched Pearl Harbour which didn't exactly inspire me either, but did make me annoy my family when I chirped, "I understood that!" every time I understood the spoken Japanese. Looks like watching subbed animé is finally paying off.
This fic was mostly inspired by the fact that I met the guy of my dreams. However despite mutual attraction I did nothing because I am dating a friend whom I like, but don't love, and who 'cheated' on me the day before I met the guy I'm head over heels for. Story of my life. Don't ask me how that inspired me to write this, it just did, that's all.
Also, final note, thanks a ton to Naomi Hunter who wrote a Thomas/Raven fic that made enough sense for me to decide to try out the pairing for myself, and to Maelgwyn who told me to read his fic for inspiration (look at what you made me write!) and thanks to Ninetails, cos she reviewed and she's brilliant. ^_^ You guys, and everyone else who reviews my fics are the best, so thanks y'all.
Author: FireDemon
Email: Ken_Dai_Love@hotmail.com
Rating: PG13
Category: Romance
Warnings: Shounen-ai/Shoujo-ai, Disturbing behaviour.
Summary: AU. Evil Vampires, Bloodsucking and a conversation with a Psychiatrist. Guess who's telling the story... Hehe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Zoids, if I did Fiona would be passionately in love with Zeke, Raven would be too busy worrying about his sexuality to fight for Prozen, and the Guardian Force would be enthusiastically screwing each other while Moonbay followed them around with a video camera.
"I met him in a nightclub." I force the words out my gaze never faltering.
"I see." The man replies. I feel like launching myself at him and tearing him limb from limb. This is my third session, with my third psychiatrist, and none of them have said anything other then 'I see', or 'How did that make you feel?'
They don't 'see', they couldn't possibly understand. I mean, god, it sounds insane to me and I'm the one who experienced it.
"The music was loud, Fiona had dragged me over to the speakers. She was spouting off about 'feeling' the music."
"And how did that make *you* feel?" The psychiatrist asks, pen posed above his note pad.
"I don't know. It was a favour to Fiona."
"Tell me about Fiona," He orders me, his eyes unreadable behind his glasses.
"Fiona? Well, she's a friend. She's kind of naïve, but not in a bad way. She's very sweet, I used to think I had a crush on her."
"I see." He jots something down on his note pad, completely ignoring the fact that I'm supposed to be explaining what happened in the club, "Explain what you mean be, 'used to think'?"
I breathe in deeply, trying to find the words I need, "Well, she's kind of pretty, you know, pure. Nothing about her is tainted or unclean. When I first met her I found that rather attractive."
"I see. What changed your mind." He asks simply, looking up at me, from beneath his hair.
"He changed my mind." I answer just as simply.
"How?" I can see he's becoming more interested now, still politely aloof, but after meeting Raven I can detect the curiosity in his voice, the interest in his posture.
"After him..." My eyes meet his gleaming darkly, "She just couldn't measure up."
"Couldn't measure up?" He questions, though it's obvious he knows what I mean.
"He was everything she wasn't. Darkly attractive, beautiful even, and sinfully sexy. He oozed sex-appeal and Fiona, well Fiona had trouble understanding the concept of a kiss."
"He confused your perception of your own sexuality?" The man asks me, his question turning the conversation to an issue he'd been trained to handle.
I shake my head, "Not at all. It was simply, after him, anything and everything I'd ever felt for anyone else was suddenly completely insignificant."
"Insignificant?" He questions again.
"No other feeling could compare." I say.
"I see. Do you believe this feeling you felt for him was love?" He asks.
"I don't know," I reply honestly, "At the time, yes, I thought it was love. Now, I'm not too sure. I lusted after him, more then I've ever lusted after anybody in my life."
"Ah, do you often lust after people?"
I shrug, "I suppose so, there was this one time when my best friend hired me a stripper. I lusted after her. And there was a very pretty boy in my class when I was a junior in high school, I suppose I lusted after him too, even though I didn't think I did at the time."
He jots something down on his pad. Probably writing that I'm a nymphomaniac who should be drugged up for his own good.
"Are you a virgin?" His eyes are flat, hidden behind his glasses, I can't see what he's thinking.
"I don't see that it's any of your business, but no, I'm not."
"I see. May I ask about your relationship with your parents?"
I blink, how he's got from my sex life to my parents I have no idea. I open my mouth, to lie, but it isn't the lie that comes out, "My dad works, I don't see him much. My mom was always very busy with the kids, and when they grew up, she fostered more. I have a very big family."
"And how does that make you feel?" He asks.
"It's my life," I reply, biting back my initial reply, "it makes me feel like it's my life."
"I see," He writes something else down. I bet he's saying I'm neglected, and I'm making this whole thing up for the attention.
"I'm not neglected." I say before I can stop myself.
"Did I imply you were?" He asks, "May I ask if you lost your virginity to this stranger you met in the nightclub?"
"No." I say brusquely.
"Excuse me?"
Well, he did request permission to ask. What did he expect?
"No, I didn't lose my virginity to him." I amend, I don't really like being impolite.
"But you met him in a nightclub, yes?" He brings the conversation back to the starting point.
I nod, "Yes, next to speakers. Fiona was 'feeling' the music, and I was trying to look cool and attractive."
"You were trying to look attractive?" He twists my words. "Don't you think you look attractive when you're not trying?"
"I... That's not what I meant."
"I see," He writes something else down, "Continue."
"Moonbay and Irvine kept plying Fiona and I with drinks. I think she wanted us to get together for some reason, I don't know why, and I was a little tipsy."
"A little tipsy?" He questions, and I feel a red flush spread across my cheeks.
"Well, okay, maybe a little more then tipsy, but I wasn't drunk."
He scribbles for a few seconds, then smiles at me, "Continue."
"Okay, Irvine had spilt some water on Moonbay, and I was staring at her, because her white clubbing shirt had gone see-through, and then I saw him."
"Him?" He questions, and I realise that so far I haven't mentioned his name once.
"Raven. He said his name was Raven."
The man jots that down, and I stare at the paper, I almost feel guilty, as if by giving him my love's name I've committed some terrible crime.
I let my eyes flutter closed as the memories of that night rush back over me, "He was standing in the middle of the crowd, it looked like they were flowing around him. Like he was the only rock in that sea of moving, gyrating dancers. His eyes were sweeping over the crowd, then they met mine, I could see everything in that stare. I shuddered as the stare held, and he gazed into my soul. Then he smiled."
"He smiled?" The man questions, I know he thinks I'm exaggerating, or delusional.
I nod, "Yes. He smiled. It was the kind of smile that burns you, from your lips which tingle in anticipation of the kiss that smile promises to the tips of your suddenly unsteady toes."
"I see." The man says, although of course, he doesn't.
"And then he walked through the throng of dancers, cutting through them like a hot knife through butter, that wicked smile never budging from his inhumanly beautiful face."
"Inhumanly beautiful?" His voice is curious, I suppose in his profession, you have to pick up on every little nuance.
"It was as if he'd been chiselled out of stone. As I said, after him, everyone else just sort of... faded away."
"And after he reached you?" He prompts, too engrossed in my story to stop me now.
"He asked me to dance." I reply, my mind reeling from the incredibly clear memories I have of that night.
"And how did that make you feel?"
"I'm not sure," I'm starting to get used to all his touchy-feely questions, although I still don't like them, "I wasn't drunk, but from the moment I saw him, it was like, have you ever done speed?"
The psychiatrist looks at me in a mixture of horror and surprise.
"When you do speed your brain feels like it's operating really, really fast, and everything's suddenly incredibly clear. Like for you, suddenly putting on your glasses, you know?"
He nods, relaxing slightly when he comprehends what I'm trying to tell him.
"Well, seeing him, it was like the exact opposite. Everything suddenly slowed down, and it was like I was seeing him from underwater or something."
"I see," He replies, despite the fact he quite obviously does not.
"We danced for hours. I don't like dancing, I was only at the club for Fiona, but I danced for hours anyway. I vaguely remember Moonbay and Irvine leaving. They asked me if I wanted to leave."
"I take it you didn't?"
I shake my head, "No, I didn't. He kissed me, and then it was like, everything suddenly sped up. I wasn't underwater any more and he was there."
"I see." He replies.
I shrug, ignoring the temptation to say 'No, you don't'.
"So what happened next?" He's hooked now, I suppose usually his patients spill about their childhood trauma's. My experience is getting to be like a cheap and relatively plotless porno.
"Fiona came looking for me. It turned out the music wasn't the only thing she felt that night," I say caught between bitterness and amusement. I'd really liked her; it kind of hurt that she'd chosen some bimbo over me.
"What do you mean by, 'it wasn't the only thing she felt'?" He asks, flawlessly quoting my words back at me.
"That night she hooked up with some bimbo she'd never even seen before. Reese, or something like that" I shrug again, "I was kind of distracted by the gorgeous bishounen who was nibbling on my neck."
"And how did that make you feel?" He asks
I purposefully misinterpret his question, "Raven sucking on my neck? Pretty damn good actually."
"And what were your feelings towards Fiona?" He inquires, ignoring my remark.
"Well, I was kinda surprised she swung that way, I'd almost convinced myself she was asexual," I joke.
"I see," He jots something down on his notepad, "You feel the need to defend yourself with humour?"
"No!" I shoot back, "I was kind of upset that she'd choose someone over me when I'd liked her for so long, but Raven was way hotter then her so it kinda didn't matter anyway."
"Hmm, tell me more about Raven."
"Alright, he's very good looking," I falter, I know there's more to him then just his looks, and I'm honestly not that shallow, but I'm having trouble thinking what I know about him that I can put into words, "I... He's my soul mate. You know, my dream-guy, even though I didn't know he was until I met him. We just... fit."
He nods, "What happened after Fiona arrived?" He prompts, returning to the previous conversation.
"Well, Reese and Raven went to buy Fiona and I a drink, so we talked. She told me how Reese was the love of her life. She wasn't who I would have pegged for Fiona's soul-mate, but she's nearly as weird as Fi, so, I dunno, they were good together I suppose."
"You suppose?" He asks.
I shrug, "Well yeah, I don't know for sure. I mean, I barely talked to Reese, but she seemed to like Fiona as much as Fi liked her, so I guess they're good for each other."
"Hmm," He scribbles something else on his pad. I feel extremely self- conscious, but talking about it is helping me get my head on straight.
"Fiona and Reese left and Raven and I went back to my place," I falter in my narrative, with the other psychiatrists I'd started here, at the root of the problem with no explanation. I'd given Dr. Kido an explanation but I was still cautious, I didn't want him to dismiss me as a nutcase. I'm sensitive, so sue me.
"Yes?" He prompts, and his eyes fix on me, his pretence of disinterest is long gone.
"I invited him in for coffee, it was about 3, maybe 4 in the morning, I figured sobering up would be a good thing."
He nods. "I see, and after you invited him in?"
"Well, he took a seat on the couch and I sat down next to him, or rather, on top of him," I feel myself blushing again, "So we made out, you know, and then I pulled back to ask him if he wanted something to drink."
The doctor is blushing a little but he prompts me to continue.
My blush deepens, "He smirked, one of those sexy evil smirks that makes you shudder even though it's making you really, really hard. Then he said, 'Well if you're offering...' and then he bit me, on the neck. It wasn't like before when he was just nuzzling, he sunk his fangs and sucked my blood."
He doesn't speak. Have I finally rendered a psychiatrist speechless?
"Are you okay?" I ask hesitantly.
He pulls off his glasses and massages his temples, "I'm fine," his blue eyes meet mine and I can see that he's a little upset.
"What's wrong?" The roles have been reversed now, it's like I'm the psychoanalyst, and he's the nutcase.
"For a while there I'd forgotten I was a psychiatrist. You know, until the whole blood-sucking thing you came off as more or less sane." He replies.
"Oh," I smile, "You can't win 'em all. Thanks for listening to me. I really needed to get that off my chest."
He pauses, and I know he's psyching himself up for something, "So, what happened with you and Raven?" He asks.
I quirk an eyebrow, impressed, "Why do you ask?"
"Just curious," He replies tensely.
"Oh," I smile, "He asked me to move in with him."
"What did you say?"
I smile, showing my fangs, "As soon as I catch my dinner I think I'm going to tell him yes. I just needed to get my head on straight."
His eyes widen and I swoop down on him, moving faster then his pathetic human eyesight can follow, "Thanks again," I say just before I sink my teeth. I can hear my love's husky voice in my head, as I bite,
//Good Hunting Thomas//
Authors Notes: Another entirely queer fic. This one didn't come from a song, although I *do* have the new Silverchair song stuck in my head, but that didn't really inspire this fic.
I also just watched Pearl Harbour which didn't exactly inspire me either, but did make me annoy my family when I chirped, "I understood that!" every time I understood the spoken Japanese. Looks like watching subbed animé is finally paying off.
This fic was mostly inspired by the fact that I met the guy of my dreams. However despite mutual attraction I did nothing because I am dating a friend whom I like, but don't love, and who 'cheated' on me the day before I met the guy I'm head over heels for. Story of my life. Don't ask me how that inspired me to write this, it just did, that's all.
Also, final note, thanks a ton to Naomi Hunter who wrote a Thomas/Raven fic that made enough sense for me to decide to try out the pairing for myself, and to Maelgwyn who told me to read his fic for inspiration (look at what you made me write!) and thanks to Ninetails, cos she reviewed and she's brilliant. ^_^ You guys, and everyone else who reviews my fics are the best, so thanks y'all.