A/N: This is the Sequel to Temporary Home. Reginald Theopihilus (the third) belongs to Bri (I just put him in a darker story that's all), and all I own is the plot to this story.

"How's it going?" Ten asked into his cell phone. He used it more often now that Christy lived with him. Everything was going fine with them now that Christy was away from her mother, as horrid as that sounded.

Jack was to grow up according to the royal standards, which made Christy cringe a little. Ten enjoyed life more often, and he learned that life is a precious thing. He saw Jack being raised from the bottom up and he couldn't believe that boy. At least the queen was around more often with this one though. Ten knew he could never salvage Jack and he didn't want to. Christy was plenty for him.

"Just came up to the tea shop," Christy told him.

"Okay, you two don't do anything stupid," he joked.

"We won't," Christy answered with a smile, followed by a laugh. "See you tonight."

"Alright," Ten said, hanging up after they said goodbye.

"Reg?" Christy asked in the tea shop, which was surprisingly a little empty.

"In here," Reg's voice came from around the corner. Christy walked around the corner to see Reg packing up boxes. Reginald was moving out of his dad's house. It was time for him to get a job and move out, so Patrick said. Reginald didn't plan on taking over the tea shop, which was alright with Patrick. He was packing his things up now to move into an apartment a few blocks from Agent White.

"Need some help?" she asked. "You know, we don't have to go out tonight."

"Nah," Reginald replied. "I'll be done in a matter of minutes, but please, help yourself to a cup of tea."

Christy had been working under Patrick for a few years, being paid a decent amount considering she was still living with Ten. Christy liked living with Ten, and she didn't plan on moving out any time soon. They were each other's support, now that the queen had everyone in that casino working overtime, and even though Ten only came about four times in a week, he would come home with something or other to do. Poor Agent White, Christy would think sometimes. He was there almost all the time.

She did help herself to that cup of tea, seeing Patrick in the front of the shop.

"Hello Christy," he greeted her as he came to her end. "Everything holding up?"

"Yes," Christy said. "Considerably well, and you two?"

"It's coming..." Patrick paused as they both heard a crashing noise coming from where Reginald was. "along." He sighed and Christy laughed.

"It's all good!" Reginald's voice came as his head swiped around the corner.

"Whatever you say, Son," Patrick told him, shaking his head. "Your date is being ignored."

"I'm forgetting about it for now," Reg said. "Come on Christy." She smiled, shaking her head.

"What do you mean no?" he asked.

"You are late, Reginald Theophilus," she crossed her arms. "So, if I'm supposed to forgive you, you need to do something."

"What?" he asked, finding this preposterous beyond all reason.

"Catch me!" she exclaimed, taking off the instant she said it.

"No problem, former Princess Christiana Heart," he said, darting after her. Patrick shook his head.

"Kids," he said.

These were the days before Ten had the largest shock of his life. And Patrick soon after. Reginald moved out and got a job with another business, which paid him well. He was another wage earner amongst everyone else in Wonderland. Christy and Ten were good, and Agent White was around at times.

But, one day as Christy was walking home with Reg, they saw something going on across the street. They walked over there and Reg recognized Dormy.

"No, not the face! Not the face!" he was screaming.

"Hey!" Reg had yelled out.

"Well, well, what's this?" the leader asked as the rest of the guys continued hurting Dormy. "Aren't you Christiana Heart? Or is it Christiana Clubs now?"

"Shut up!" Christy replied, a snarl in her tone.

"Gave up the throne for the measly Ten of Clubs," the leader said.

"He's just trying to get you mad," Reg whispered.

"It's working," she told him. "What do you want?"

A shadowy figure hid in the shadows and watch the horror displayed before her. The girl called Christiana defended herself as the man forced himself on her. She fought back well, but not well enough. The shadow girl knew she would be the only witness in these parts and that if she intervened, she could be put in danger as well. And if what that leader said was true about Christiana, formerly the princess, now moved in with the Ten of Clubs? Then Ten would want to know what happened. So, the girl stayed hidden. She watched as the boy got involved and the fight became uncontrollable. The leader escaped with the help of his followers, but for some reason, they left Dormy behind. As Dormy ran for his life, the shadow pulled him back, covering his mouth.

"Sh," she whispered. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Do you know those two?" The guy nodded. She uncovered his mouth, but he said nothing.

"Let's go somewhere where we can talk," the girl said.

"No, look!" the guy whispered in panic. She glanced behind her, seeing the girl knocked unconscious and the guy very weak. They were slammed into a car together and that was the last any of them saw of either of them. Christiana Heart had been kidnapped...again.

Reginald held Christy silently. He looked at her now dirty form and her torn clothes. Now what? They were in the back of the car together. He looked up, seeing the men facing the front. He silently dug out a piece of paper and a pencil. He wrote:

In case we get separated, know that I was here in the car, holding you until the very last moment when he took you from my arms. I love you and I have no idea what's to become of either of us. Just try to get back to Ten or anyone you know in any way you can. They will most likely not kill you, from the way he came on it seemed like he was just trying to make you mad. But, I don't know this for sure! Me, I think I'm a different story. They took our phones, I already know that so don't expect to get it back. I'll try my best to get out. Once more and never enough times, I love you and I wish you good luck.

Reg

He put this into her pocket and made sure it was secure. He went back to holding her, and from his own weakness, he fell asleep in the car, his face right beside hers.