CHAPTER ONE

After the singularity had collapsed, all that was left was the destruction that had rained down on Central City. Cafés, offices, homes even, were destroyed, after being torn apart by the vicious energy that accompanied the wormhole. The worst part of it all wasn't the objects they had lost, or the buildings that had been decimated. It was the people they had lost.

Eddie Thawne.

Ronnie Raymond.

Sophia Lang.

These three heroes had died, sacrificing their lives to stop the singularity from spreading further and not only taking apart Central City, but the whole world. They had their funerals a week later, burying empty caskets into the ground, all of them next to each other, as a reminder of their sacrifice. The fact that they didn't have bodies to lay to rest seemed to add to the pain of it all. Barry hadn't been able to get a wink of sleep since it had happened, but his body had eventually collapsed under all the pressure and stress it had endured, leaving Cisco and Joe worried for his wellbeing. Caitlin and Iris were too busy mourning for their other halves to even have enough energy to worry about Barry at this point in time. They were all living their own personal nightmares, and they weren't sure how they were going to live through this hell on earth any longer.

It was raining that day, and Caitlin mused how it was poetic. The rain mingled with their tears that dripped down their cheeks, like a flood breaking free. They placed flowers on their graves, unable to say anything in fear that they would end up breaking down in front of them. Barry had bought Sophia's favourite tulips, struggling to purchase them in the first place. It had taken him a good hour to muster up the courage to look at something that reminded him of her. But he had done it in the end because he knew that no matter how hard it was for him, he needed to do this… for her.

It had been three long months, and they still mourned their team, their friends, and their lovers.

Caitlin had shut herself out from the world, leaving Star Labs for good, and moving to Mercury Labs to work. She had cut off all contact with Team Flash, not speaking to anyone whilst she mourned her husband, now a widow after only being married for a few hours at the most. She didn't regret marrying him, not for one second, but she regretted letting him go that day without telling him she loved him one last time. She knew that no matter how many times she had told him, it would never be enough. But he was gone, and it was the second time she had lost him, and now she felt like she had lost herself. All she wanted to do was have a moment's peace, and she knew that in order to get there she needed to leave her old life behind.

Iris wasn't much better either. She couldn't sleep at night, plagued with vivid nightmares about that day. Eddie with the gun, standing there in the particle accelerator, as he pointed the weapon at his heart, pulling the trigger. She moved back into her childhood home, staying with her Dad and Barry, finding that it was easier to mend her broken heart with support from her family… even though she didn't see a lot of Barry these days. So, Iris threw herself into her work, trying to become the best journalist she could be. She took up kick-boxing classes, finding that it was a great way to relieve her stress and distract her from the mess that her life had now become, but, then she would come home. She would walk through her bedroom door with a tired face and see a photograph of herself and Eddie on her bedside table, the look of happiness and love splashed across their faces. That was what would break her, causing her to collapse, breaking down into tears, weeping for the man that she loved. She kept telling herself that he was a hero, repeating the mantra desperately, like a prayer at night. She knew it was true, he had saved them all that day without a second's hesitation. It was a priceless act of love, and his sacrifice was never to be forgotten, and she vowed that he would always have a place in her heart. She would always love Eddie Thawne.

And Barry.

Barry Allen was empty.

His father was still in prison, he couldn't save his mother, and the love of his life was dead. He had promised her, over and over that he would protect her. That she wouldn't die, at least not at such a young age, but he had been unable to keep his promise and for that he punished himself every day. He punished himself for the lies he had spouted, for all the hurt and pain he had caused. She had flown up into the singularity with all the courage in the world, sending out a blast of energy, matching the levels expelled by Ronnie's own explosion, the two working in tandem to help seal the wormhole for good.

The thing he regretted the most was that he broke his promise.

He promised that he would keep her safe, no matter what…. And he couldn't even do that right. For a while he had just ignored everyone, mourned silently at home, crying whenever he wasn't sitting in the same position silently. He had lost her forever, and they had just begun. He saw her wherever he went, and to this day he had still been paying the monthly rent for her apartment, not wanting to step foot in there and pack it all up, not wanting to make it real. He had only gone back to her apartment once… the day she died.

He had rushed in there, bringing the gusting wind through the door, hoping to see her sitting on her couch, in her PJs and sipping on some hot chocolate, like she always did. Or even see her rushing and trying to get ready for a long shift at the hospital, with one shoe on and her desperately searching for the other, unsure of where she had kicked it off the previous night. But there was nothing… only emptiness… and her cat. Chewie sat there, purring away and Barry broke down at the sight of her pet. He sat on the carpet of her bedroom floor, weeping into her pillow that smelt like lavender and Sophia. He took Chewie home, setting up a little place for her to sleep, taking care of her cat, knowing that she would have wanted it.

But it was so hard.

Regardless of all that, it still didn't even come close to measuring up to how hard it was to tell her father. It was the day she had passed and he knew that he couldn't tell him over the phone. He ran over to Kansas, pushing his already exhausted body as he rushed to her childhood home, standing on the front porch of the familiar house, unsure of how to tell him. Barry had knocked on the door lightly, still dressed in his suit, knowing that Sophia had revealed their powers to her father not long ago.

When Arthur Lang answered the door that day, he hadn't expected to see The Flash standing at his doorstep. He had been even more shocked when he saw the look of torment and damage splayed across Barry's face. Barry had a purple bruise adorning his jaw, and his lip had been split, as well as the skin just underneath his left eyebrow, and there was dry blood matted across both his skin and suit. His entire being was bruised and aching, but it was nothing compared to the emptiness he felt inside his chest. He had just lost his mother, two of his friends, and to top it all off, his girlfriend, and it was because he had chosen to go back in time and save his mother.

Barry stood there for a moment, speechless. The longer he stared at Arthur, the worse he felt. He didn't know how to tell him that his daughter was dead. That she had sacrificed herself to save the world. Whether it was the silence, or the guilt on Barry's face, something seemed to click in the back of Arthurs mind. Barry opened his mouth once, hoping the words would come out but they didn't, and when he tried to again, Arthur let out a heavy sigh, praying with all his might that it wasn't so.

"She's gone isn't she?" Arthur asked, his voice soft, not wavering for a moment. Barry admired her father's strength and did his best, nodding in confirmation.

"S-She saved us," Barry choked out and as soon as the words tumbled off his lips, he let everything out. Arthur gathered him up into his arms as they both cried for their loss. His love, and Arthur's baby girl. Arthur then ushered Barry into the house and he spent the next few hours there with him, mourning in silence and over some hot drinks.

"She called me just yesterday, speaking about the most trivial of things," Arthur laughed lightly, the redness of his eyes and the tear stained cheeks contradicting the sound that bubbled up his throat. "The way she spoke, I understand now that she was saying goodbye."

"I'm sorry," Barry croaked out, wiping his eyes. He could feel his hands shaking as he picked up the warm cup of tea that Arthur had prepared, but he needed to distract his hands with something, and he remembered that Sophia always said that a warm cup of tea would always soothe her worries, because of the warmth that emanated from it, and just the mere thought that she had told him this once made him want to do it, just to feel closer to her. "I-I promised her that I would protect her, a-and I wasn't able to keep it."

"It's not your fault," Arthur said shaking his head. "From what you've told me, she sacrificed her life to save you all, for the greater good. She did it for the people she loved, and she loved you Barry."

And with that, the conversation ended. Arthur had convinced Barry that Sophia wouldn't want him to torture himself over it. They had then spoke lightly of funeral plans, and Barry bid Arthur goodbye, returning to Central City, back to the West household to mourn with the rest of his family.

He was in the depths of despair and nothing, nothing could bring him back.

Eobard Thawne, the Reverse-Flash had taken someone else from him again, and he couldn't let anyone else be put in that same situation again. So he shut everyone out. At first, it was extremely hard as the days went by, ignoring text messages from Cisco, and calls from Professor Stein, but what kept him going was the memory of all the pain he caused Caitlin, Iris and even himself when those three souls died. He continued working at the CCPD, and no one ever went to Star Labs but him. He fought crime, by himself, coming home a lot of the time with injuries that he had to learn how to fix, and patch up. When he wasn't doing either of those things he was figuring out a way to help re-build the city, running around at night and fixing up small bookstores, and offices. He found that he spent a lot of time at Jitters, repairing he trashed coffee joint.

And the rest of the city. Well, they had to just keep going, taking it step by step, day by day to rebuild and reunite. But the one thing that kept them all united was The Flash. Which was ironic considering the one thing that had separated Barry from all his friends and family was that very thing itself.

It was now 3 months post-singularity, and they were all still drowning in their own misery, searching desperately for a way out.

But the thing was… Sophia Lang still lived. Her body was pulled by a magnetic force of the singularity into a breach, transporting her to another dimension, a parallel universe. It was no longer just the question of where but more precisely when.

Sophia woke up in a fright, gasping for air, her right hand clutching the front of her shirt as she desperately tried to breathe. Her eyelids frantically blinked as she tried to clear her vision and as she tried to move more she found that there was an excruciating pain in her left arm and she yelped in pain as she tried to return back into the position she was in before. She could feel the cannula in her right arm and the weight of the tubes that were connected. She also noted the uncomfortable feeling of the nasal prongs that were carefully tucked around her nose, the thin plastic tubing secured around her ears, not to mention the catheter that sat between her legs, instantly alerting her that she had been in this bed for far too long.

"Hey, hey, relax. You're safe now." A girl with fiery red hair and a green complexion sang, flying across the room to grab an inhaler, and bring it over to her. She thrust the inhaler in Sophia's general direction, seeing as though she was freaking out, and she grabbed it, putting it to her mouth and pressing it down, releasing the drug into her system as she inhaled it, her chest calming down gradually.

"Thanks," She managed to squeak out in between her hyperventilating session. It was a few moments later that her brown eyes adjusted to the scenery, and she had clearer vision. What she saw next was not what she was expecting to see.

She was in space.

Outside the window was the dark and frightening expanse of space, silver stars sparkling in the distance, the Earth rotating in front of her very eyes.

And thus ensued the screaming, the shock of it all causing her to pass out yet again, her vision spiralling into a void of darkness as the girl with red hair called out her name, her head lolling to the side on the white pillow she had been laying on.

Sophia woke up again a few hours later, feeling groggier than earlier. This time she took things slower. She took a few deep breaths, looking around to see where she was. She was dressed in a hospital gown, and laying in what looked like some sort of med bay. But what she was still freaking out about was the fact that she seemed to be on some sort of space station, or aircraft that was in space. She looked down to her arm to see that the cannula was still in her arm, but the IV they had been running was now empty and the line had been hung up on the side. Before she could move further what seemed to be a robotic nurse had entered the room, swiftly checking that she was alright, removing her nasal prongs and informing her that she would be able to breathe fine without them, as well as quickly removing the catheter that was starting to get uncomfortable as she sat up. It had been at least fifteen minutes since the robotic nurse had left the room, but she had stayed in her spot on the bed, far too scared to even move. She wasn't sure where she was and she hoped that it was all a dream. Once she dared to open her eyes again, they flittered over to the window and this time she decided, no one was going to stop her from getting out of this bed.

"Am I dreaming?" She breathed out as she slipped out of the bed, taking one step forward at a time til she reached the window that showed the vast blanket of darkness of the universe, the small twinkling lights in the distance what she assumed to be distant stars. Her bare feet were cold against the tiled floor and a shiver ran down her spine, but she soon realised it wasn't because of the cold, but because she was being watched.

"No, you are certainly not dreaming sweetheart," A voice called out frightening her, and she turned around abruptly, her hand over her chest not expecting anyone. She certainly hoped that the dressing gown she had been wearing had ample covering on the back, preferring not to flash anyone. She noted that the term of endearment that her boyfriend used to wield on a common basis was now being phrased more sarcastically when directed at her, but she didn't pay that too much attention, wanting to know who rather than why.

"Who are you?" She asked in a hoarse tone, finding that her throat was sore. The tall man stepped out of the shadows, and she gasped at the familiar face.

"Well, that's what we were going to ask you."

"Oliver?" She asked, unsure if it was him. He looked older, and his hair was slightly a darker blond, but she was sure it was the same Oliver Queen. There was a red scar that marred the side of his cheekbone on the left side of his face, but other than that he was an exact replica of Oliver Queen. It had to be him.

"I don't recall ever meeting you before," Oliver lied, his arms crossed as he came closer toward her. He needed to keep up the lie, in order to get the truth out of her. He figured this was the best way. They had run tests on her blood and knew it was indeed Sophia Lang, a younger version yes. But until they had taken off the mask, they had no idea who this superhero was. In this world, Sophia Lang wasn't a meta-human, and as of three years ago, she was dead. So this woman standing in front of him was an enigma to them all.

"Oliver Queen. I'm Sophia. Sophia Lang, don't you remember me?" She asked, with confused eyes as she took a better look at her surroundings. Everything looked futuristic, and different… she wasn't sure she was even in the right time period anymore.

"What did you do with my uniform?" She asked, wondering what the hell was going on. If she had taken down the singularity, why was she now suddenly in space and in some sort of weird hospital?

"We had it cleaned and mended, it was quite damaged, and so were you," Oliver began, and she nodded hesitantly as he took a seat in the corner of the room.

"Why do I get the feeling this isn't my home," Sophia said softly, and he looked at her with a sad smile.

"Because sweetheart, it isn't. This is the year 2028, and you're dead." Oliver said with a deadpan face, and there was some static over what sounded like a comm. System. Sophia's eyes went wide at his comment, and her knees buckled to the ground, her head flopping down as her body decided to try and collapse yet again at the shock. A second later, there was a rush of wind in the room, and a familiar presence helping her up from the ground, cradling her body in his warm arms. She looked up with weary eyes and she saw Barry's face. Her heart soared in relief, and she hoped that everything would be fine, but her brain kept repeating the words that had left Oliver's lips. This is the year 2028 and you're dead. And you're dead… and you're dead.

"Barry?" She breathed out, clinging onto him with trembling hands before her eyes rolled back into her head once more.

"Oliver," Barry seemed to groan. "I told you not to come in here til I said so."

"We need to know where and when she is from. You were taking too long," Oliver countered.

"It's not my fault there was something wrong with the teleporters, took me nearly half an hour to get the system back up and running," Barry grumbled as he lifted Sophia up and back onto the bed with ease. Her eyes were rolling around, back and forth and she wasn't in a state of consciousness. Her body must have gone into shock with the information overload, unable to comprehend the situation, and so to protect itself, it sent her back into a slumber.

"You can go now, I'm here," Barry told Oliver, not bothering to spare him a glance, his eyes planted on Sophia's face, as he watched her sleep, taking solace in the steady rise and fall of her chest. Once he had heard that she had woken up this morning, he had dropped everything and rushed over, only to find that the teleporters had started to malfunction, and so he had spent a good half hour to fix it.

"Don't let your feelings cloud your judgement. She's definitely from the past, and there's no way she's staying in the future, so don't get your hopes up kiddo," Oliver said, trudging out of the room as he swiped his thumb over the lock pad.

It wasn't long til Sophia was alert again and Barry was sitting next to her in a chair, running his hands through his hair as he thought of what to ask her. He knew that she was from the past, seeing as though this was a younger version of her, but the fact that she was also a meta-human, someone like him made him realise that not only was she from the past, but most likely from another parallel universe. The league had dealt with this sort of thing before, but it was always complicated. He just hoped that they would be able to sort it out in the end.

"Hey." Was all he could think off when he caught her staring at him. Hey? Real smooth Allen.

"Am I dreaming?" She asked meekly.

"No," he laughed, and gave her a heart-warming smile.

"What happened?" She asked, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly as she sat up in the bed she was laying on.

"You passed out again, most likely because of the shock."

"Right," She gulped, her eyes darting around the unfamiliar room. "Must be the fact that I'm 13 years into the future of a parallel universe, or the fact that I'm in space, or the fact that apparently I'm dead," she cringed as she spoke, but she needed to try and get everything in the open and understand what the hell was going on. Why do I always die in the future? She groaned internally.

"Yeah, sorry about Oliver, he can be quite insensitive sometimes."

"That's one way of putting it." Sophia sighed. There was a throbbing pain in her temples and she knew that it was most likely due to her stress.

"Where are we right now?" Sophia's gaze moved from Barry to the window, where she could now see earth as the station rotated slowly. It was certainly a sight to behold. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she would be in space. Yes, there was that one time she had just escaped the earth's atmosphere, but all she could see was the black expanse of the universe and the stars shining brightly. Here, she could see the mass that was the earth right before her very eyes, and not through a computer screen. It was…breathtaking. She wondered if she waited for the rotation of the facility they were on if she could see other planets, like Mars or Jupiter.

"The Watchtower, it's a space station, our home base."

"Whose home base?" Sophia asked, turning back to look at him quizzically. The name sounded familiar. She had remembered Clark calling his base in Metropolis the Watchtower. She wondered if he was a part of this whole shindig as well. When she voiced this to Barry he just nodded in reply, confirming her theory. Superman was indeed a part of the original team that created this base.

"The Justice League. It's a long story, one I can't go into detail with much considering it may cause problems with you being from the past and all that jazz," Barry explained and she nodded, keeping quiet. She wasn't sure of what to think of everything at this point. All she knew was that she wasn't home, and she wanted to do anything she could to get back.

"Do you want to explain what happened, and then I'll try and shed some light from my point of view?" Barry asked, placing his arm on her shoulder as he saw her deflated mood. She nodded slowly and he offered her some water before she began retelling her tale.

"There was a singularity above Central City. It was violently pulling in everything and anything in its way, and it would have become larger if we didn't stop it in time. I remember flying into it, and expelling enough energy into it so that it would collapse on itself, a-and I'm assuming by doing so I was brought here, to another universe I guess… I mean the portal itself was being used to travel through time yes, but there was the possibility of it hitting other time streams, so parallel universes were included in that I'm assuming you've got blond hair, and it's sort of freaking me out." Barry laughed at her comment, and self-consciously ran a hand through his blond hair.

"It doesn't look bad does it?" She took this as an opportunity to have another look at him, and her heartbeat didn't fail to rise as she checked him out. He looked just as good as a blond as he did being a brunette. She actually wanted nothing more to just run into his warm and comforting embrace, and just pretend like he was her Barry, but she knew better than that.

"N-no, it looks good," Sophia said with a small smile, and he registered that it was the first time he had seen her smile since she got here and he felt sick to his stomach knowing that she wasn't his Sophia, and that in this world, she was gone.

"What colour hair do I have in your world?" Barry asked, a smile twitching at his lips.

"Brown… it's more of a lighter brown though, with flecks of darker shades and-," she realised she was going off tangent talking about his hair, and blushed when she noticed his intense stare. She wondered if it was because the Sophia Lang of this world was dead, or if it was because he noticed that she was such a goner for the Barry of her world.

"Brown, that's interesting," He mused, nodding his head at the possibility of being a brunette.

"My arm, it's healed," Sophia suddenly said, realising that the Reverse-Flash had broken it that day. She brought her arm in front of her, examining it as she moved it around not feeling an ounce of pain.

"Whilst you were under, we took the opportunity to do surgery on your left arm, you should find that it's completely healed, but it will take a few days to feel like normal again since you haven't exactly been moving."

"Wait, so if I came here through the portal when I tried to close it, how am I supposed to get back?" Sophia asked, as though something inside had suddenly clicked, her thoughts trickling back to the bigger picture.

"Hey, don't worry about that. I've got a friend with some special powers who can help out. All you need to do is rest, and I'll get it sorted. You'll be back in no time," Barry said, and she relaxed slightly under his touch, hoping that back home everyone was alright, and that she hadn't been gone for too long.

"How long have I been out?" She asked, trailing a hand through her hair. It felt much longer than it was previously, now sitting mid-way between her back.

"Three months."

"Three months?!" She yelled in surprise and Barry cringed, not expecting her to yell that loud. "Oh my god. They probably think I'm dead."

"Probably, but it's alright, you'll be back in a few days," Barry reassured her. He had Zatara working on it.

"No, it's not alright! They think I'm dead. That I'm gone. Oh my god." She felt faint again, and her breathing was erratic as her thoughts ran wild with anxiety. Her knees gave way and she would have crashed down onto the floor if it wasn't for Barry's quick reflexes. He caught her in his strong arms, helping her back onto the bed.

"Hey, hey, just take a few deep breaths," Barry said, his hand on her shoulder, and the other rubbing her back as he tried to calm her down. She inhaled through her nose, and exhaled through her mouth, taking deep breaths as she tried to calm the anxiety in her chest. He noted that this Sophia from another earth was just like his own. Some things never change. There was a heavy feeling in his chest as he realised that he would be saying goodbye to her in a few days. He would be losing the love of his life all over again, even if this version of her wasn't his wife.

"You'll be back in no time," Barry tried to reassure her and she shook her head, her brown eyes tearing up.

"That means for three months they've thought I was dead, I-I can't imagine what they must be going through right now."

"Trust me, I can." Barry said calmly, and she looked up at him, cringing when she realised what she had said. The Sophia of this world was dead, and here she was talking to him like he had no idea of what it would feel like to lose someone you cared about, someone you loved.

"I'm sorry," She said in a small voice, feeling bad, especially once she had gotten a look at the solemn expression on his face. No matter what world, or what universe, seeing Barry upset was never something she wanted to witness.

"No need to apologise. Just rest. I'll be back soon with something for you to eat, you must be hungry," Barry said, brushing it off. He had lost his wife three years ago, and he had learned how to act strong, even if he was plagued with inner turmoil as each day went on.

"Thanks, that would be great," Sophia said, offering a soft smile, sniffing as she did so.

Everything was seemingly hitting her at once and she didn't know what to do. She was in another universe, in space, and in the future. Not to mention the fact that she had been there for three months, meaning that back on her earth, everyone thought she was dead.

What would she do when she got back? Walk into their arms, explain how it had all been a misunderstanding, an accident. If they had buried her, what would she tell the public? It wasn't going to be easy, and just the thought of it all made Sophia sick to her stomach, so she tried to distract herself as she waited for Barry to come back with something for her to eat.

Instantly, like metal drawn to a magnet, her hand shot up to her chest, feeling for the familiar necklace that sat around her neck. As soon as her nimble fingers came into contact with the sapphire stone that Barry had given to her on Christmas she sighed in relief, that there was still a part of him there with her. But this seemed to trigger something inside of her, and instead of providing her with comfort and a sense of security or familiarity, she just ended up crying.

Ugly large droplets of tears trickled down her face as she sobbed. Her breaths were shaky as she cried, wrapping her arms around her midsection to try and comfort herself. She missed him, and after everything that had happened she just wanted him there, to comfort her. She wanted him to whisper in her ear like he always did, telling her that everything would be alright. She wanted him to kiss her forehead, and caress her cheek. She wanted him to hold her as she buried her head into the crook of his neck, never letting go. Her tears continued to flow even as she squeezed her eyes shut. They managed to escape and had now taken residence upon her cheeks. She let out a shaky breath as she tried to calm herself down, and in that moment blond Barry had walked back into the room.

He placed the tray down on the table by her bed, and sat down next to her, bringing her into his arms. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his torso, her head laying on his chest as she continued to weep. He felt a pang of sadness hit his heart as he saw her, and he rubbed soothing circles on her back, brushing her hair out of her face as he tried to comfort her, whispering soothing words to her softly. It wasn't long til she had calmed down, breaking free of the hug that they had shared.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologise for being yourself," He said, and his words made her eyes shoot up from her hands to his face. His eyes widened slightly in worry and he hoped he hadn't overstepped some sort of boundary with her. "What?"

"It's just, you're exactly like him," Sophia breathed out, trying to remind herself that they were two different people even if they were different versions of the same person. "He said the same thing to me once, when he was comforting me."

"I'm sorry."

"No, its' fine," Sophia said, shaking her head. "I'm sure that you've found I am similar to your Sophia."

"Yeah, mannerism are quite similar, and your face, everything about you is the same," Barry said, giving her a soft smile.

"This must be terribly hard for you, seeing me here if what Oliver said was true." She felt terrible for putting him through such pain. If the roles were reversed, she knew that seeing Barry again would rip her heart into a million pieces over and over again considering the situation.

"It is, but I'd never let you go through this alone."

Welcome back to the sequel to Fight or Flight! *dance party* Note to all newcomers, if you haven't read Fight or Flight please go back and do so, otherwise this story won't make much sense at all. I mean you can try, but I doubt it would be any good. You can find Fight or Flight under my profile, or under The Flash section.

A year ago, I wouldn't have even thought I would be writing, let alone a SEQUEL to an already successful story, and it's all thanks to you guys. "Four for you glen coco, you go glen coco."

I'm actually so scared. I only have a few pre-prepared chapters, and I have a double workload this semester, so I will do my best to get this story out, but please if there are times where I disappear, don't kill me. I'm doing my best, and S2 explored so much that I'm trying my best to get as much detail down, but please remember this is Sophia's story, and so not all aspects/characters of S2 will be included or explored.

Plan is for a new chapter every 2 weeks. But seeing as though this is the first week, I might update the second part to this chapter in 1 week instead because, you've been waiting long enough and I want you to have it soon.

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