Disclaimer: I do not own inFAMOUS: Second Son! It belongs to Sucker Punch. I only own Alphonse Rosenfaust, Marcus Alvarez, and Kendra White.

Warnings: This fic contains a 3-person pairing, polyamory: Delsin x Fetch x Eugene (Delgenetch). If you do not like polyamory or if it bothers you, do not read this fic then. This fic also contains swearing—at a reasonable level—and some violence. If violence and crude language offend you or bother you, do not read this fic. I don't believe I need to bump up the rating to M.

This is my first inFAMOUS: Second Son fic, so please leave reviews and comments for your opinions and such! Thank you, and enjoy Second Chance!

-Second Son takes place around June, 2017 while this first chapter is set in December, 2018.

Chapter: 1—The First Starry Night

There were quite a few days as of late that Delsin's normally headstrong, confidant personality had melted away and left behind a quieter, more thoughtful—and sometimes pessimistic—twenty-five year old Conduit. It was during these times where Delsin would carefully pry himself from the warm and comfortable arms of Fetch and Eugene, careful not to wake them from the sleep they so desperately needed and deserved, and climb to the roof of their hideout—once Eugene's 'domain'. He quietly scaled down the stairs and opened the hatch on the ceiling, leading him to the chilly stone roof. He settled himself, bracing his weight on his hands as he leaned back, and raised his head toward the dark night sky. Now-a-days, the only time it was safe by any margin to go outside and let one's guard down was at night. Going for a normal walk down the streets during the daytime was a thing of the past, only possible a year and a half ago.

The sharp, icy December wind blew all of a sudden and Delsin winced as it stung his cheeks and hands. He shivered and curled in on himself for some warmth, cursing himself for not having the forethought to grab one of his coats or one of Eugene's extra hoodies to put over his thin, long-sleeve t-shirt and thick sweatpants. At least he had remembered to grab his shoes. But even with the cold and the wind, Delsin did not want to go inside. Tonight was, to his luck, the clearest and brightest night Delsin had witnessed in a long, long time. The dark violet-navy colored sky was sprayed with thousands of glowing white and white-blue stars, like his spraypaint on his stencils. Maybe he should have brought Fetch and Eugene out to enjoy the night, to see the rare sky that was not choked by clouds and thick, dense smog as it seemed to be now-a-days.

Then again, maybe not; he needed some time and space to think to himself—and brood.

As he looked away from the rare beauty the night sky provided him, he turned to look at the Seattle horizon, a stark contrast from the natural splendor of the violet-navy stretch of atmosphere. A year and a half ago, Delsin remembered, the Seattle horizon would practically be alive with multitudes upon multitudes of bright neon signs, the hustle and bustle of lively people, large animated video screens showing ads, and the cheerfulness of the nightlife. Now, however, the horizon seemed to have its personality and life sucked right out of it. There were still neon signs and video screens, still functional since most of them came on automatically, but the people that roamed the streets at night did so out of necessity now rather than leisure and pleasure. It was like this, from what Delsin had heard, all across the country. It was not safe to go out during the day, not with the Titans roaming about.

It's like something out of an X-Men comic, Delsin thought cynically as he wrapped his arms around his knees tighter and rested his chin atop his knees, except that it's real and not fiction. Delsin was not wrong to use this comparison. It was December of 2018, and the country—and Delsin suspected other countries but he could not be sure—had gone to hell in a hand basket in such a short amount of time, a year and a half.

After Delsin had defeated Augustine and exposed her to the public for what she had really been doing, there had been a relative peace; relative being the operative word as there still had been some angry protestors, stray Dupes still around, people still nervous, angry, scared, etc. of those gifted with powers (now rightfully called Conduits and not Bio-terrorists), and the confusion about those who had been freed from Curdun Cay—but that all had been expected. Angry protestors faded until they had popped up every few weeks instead of every day, and Delsin, Fetch, and Eugene had done their part to continue liberating Seattle from the Dupes.

With medical, psychiatric, and other help and counseling, most of the freed Conduits from Curdun Cay had been able to return to relatively normal lives, with some hiccups here and there. Out of the rest of the Conduits, however, a few had turned to lives of crime and misdemeanors while the others had contacted Delsin, Fetch, and Eugene saying they had wanted to help them. Thanks to these new people, the trio of Conduits then had five new contacts spread all throughout Seattle. The new contacts combined with the fall of Augustine and the lesser amount of Dupes roaming the streets made their lives a hell of a lot easier. Months had gone by and life had been pretty good, in Delsin's opinion.

But, looking back at that time, Delsin realized it was foolish to think that lull would have had lasted forever. It most certainly had not. It had been a few months later when an enormous thirty-foot tall metal…well, Delsin could not think of another word to use other than 'robot', had climbed out of the harbor and started attacking random people on the streets. It had looked like random attacks, but they had all later learned and realized that the giant metal robot had been attacking Conduits, not normal humans. Mass panic ensued. To make a long story short, it had taken a long five hours for Delsin, Fetch, and Eugene to finally take down the behemoth, all sustaining serious injuries. During their week of recovery from lacerations, bruises, scrapes, and one or two broken bones, they had watched the news and had listened to the media talk about and discuss the metal robot that had emerged from the harbor. News reporters had interviewed the fifteen survivors of the one-hundred victims, and it had been revealed that all the targeted people had been Conduits. That had greatly unsettled a lot of people, and even with the national controversy and nervousness over Conduits and such, the nation had mourned. But life had moved on, again as expected.

It had not been until two weeks after that three more of the metal behemoths had appeared in different spots in Seattle. It had taken a full day, help from the military, help from random and generous Conduits across the state, and of course Delsin, Eugene, and Fetch to take down the…monsters (and they were rightfully called monsters for a reason). Five-hundred thousand dollars in collateral damage, thirteen dead military officers, two-hundred fifty-six murdered Conduits, twenty captured Conduits, and one-hundred five killed civilians later and the country had known there was a serious and very disturbing problem. The metal robots—'automatons' as Eugene had corrected Delsin—dubbed Titans, were murdering a good amount of the American population.

Delsin had not trusted the police or military to investigate the situation properly, so he, Fetch, and Eugene had taken it into their own hands. Their first place of interest to look had been, to Delsin and Fetch's immense surprise, had been Curdun Cay. Eugene had suggested it in a tight voice after going over the evidence and data his Angels had brought in. On their way to the abandoned facility the next day, the smoke-Conduit had kept close to Fetch and Eugene, not keeping them out of his sight. They had spent hours in the concrete walls of Curdun Cay, searching each of the levels with great care and speculation. There had been quite a few rooms that both neither Fetch nor Eugene would step into, and that had been perfectly understandable; Delsin searched the rooms for them, but ultimately found nothing. They had gone back to ground level, about to leave, until an open door caught their attention. They had not seen it when they had first searched so they opened it, finding a tunnel that led down a dark series of steps. Delsin remembered Eugene and Fetch being very confused as they had never known there were lower levels of Curdun Cay.

The trio of Conduits had followed the stairs for what had seemed like forever until the stairs stopped and they reached a landing. It had become too dark to see, so they had lit their hands for light with glowing orange ember-smoke, bright pink neon, and pixelating white and blue video. What they had seen had caused a thrill of horror to run through Delsin. There were at least thirty-plus of enormous metal Titans—the same ones that had been attacking Seattle—standing right in front of them, all lined up in rows with military-like precision. Had Augustine been creating these metal monstrosities during her time in the D.U.P.? It had turned out, yes, yes she had been. The three of them booked it out of there as quick as they could. They brought the information they had found to the attention of the authorities, since something that big and that nation-affecting could not be kept between the three of them. So, the authorities—and military—had been informed and it had been only a few hours later that they had Augustine in an interrogation cell. Even locked up and restrained, she still had that bitchy holier-than-thou attitude that had made Delsin want to reach over the metal table and strangle her. Being locked away had not allowed information to be fed to her, so the news of the mysterious Titans attacking had actually surprised her—them attacking, not the actual Titans themselves.

When they had told her they—Delsin, Eugene, and Fetch—had found the Titans underneath Curdun Cay, she had actually had the gall to laugh at and mock Fetch and Eugene, saying that she thought they had sworn never to return to Curdun Cay. It had taken Eugene and Fetch plus another two military officers to restrain Delsin as he had launched himself to throttle the red-haired harpy. He had been required to remove himself from the interrogation room for a short period of time. He had returned to the room with bruised—and slightly bloody—knuckled from punching a wall. It had taken several long, tiring hours and a very good interrogator until Augustine had confessed what had been her plans for the Titans. She had said that she had created them to capture Conduits first in Seattle then across the country, and then take them to Curdun Cay. (She had also confessed that it was her plan that in the near future, the D.U.P. was supposed to set up several facilities across the county just like Curdun Cay.) Augustine had explained that her plan was only to capture the Conduits—like she had explained to Delsin during their fight in the Ch. 6 News building. That had made them very confused.

If Brooke Augustine had not been the one controlling the Titans, then who had been?

Their answer had come literally the next day when a man named Alphonse Rosenfaust, as he called himself, had hacked several of the local and national television and radio news-stations and channels and announced his intentions. He had declared war in all Conduits. Mass panic had ensued across the entire country, and the President, realizing how much the situation had escalated and how bad it was about to get, had declared Alphonse Rosenfaust a national domestic-terrorist that was to be brought in immediately. The Conduits from Curdun Cay, including Fetch and Eugene, had recognized Rosenfaust immediately as Augustine's scientist partner, the man who had loved experimenting and testing on Conduits with a passion. Hearing this and seeing his two closest companions' bone-white faces, Delsin had immediately pulled them into a deep hug and they had holed themselves in Eugene's domain, clinging to each other.

They had not been seen by anyone for the rest of the day.

It had turned out that during Augustine's reign, Rosenfaust had been busy scheming behind her back, just waiting for the right time to act. He had taken over the Titans they had both (plus some other hands) had been working on. He had reprogrammed the titans to go from just capturing Conduits to hunting, capturing, and killing Conduits. He had felt like it had been a perfect time to launch the Titans after Augustine had been defeated since she would not be in his way.

The Titans were fearsome, and rightfully so. They had the general structure of a human, just made of all metal; they had weapons in their arms—rockets, lasers, etc.—and the same thing with their eyes and upper chests. If their intent was capturing Conduits, the Titans would store them in their lower chest cavities, never to be seen again. Rosenfaust's monsters had appeared more and more frequently until they were an everyday appearance. To the great confusion of everyone, the Titans never appeared at night, only during the day. As soon as the sun went down, the Titans would leave with whatever victims they had captured or killed. Many people, including Delsin, suspected that Rosenfaust did all his experiments and tests at night; capture and kill during the day, experiment at night. It was like a plot from some twisted horror novel.

Delsin sighed tiredly, watching his warm breath mist in the icy air. I hope our plan works, he thought. We need this to work. This isn't any way to live. He was broken out of his thoughts when he felt a pair of thin, bracelet-covered arms wrap around his shoulders and the owner sit behind him. Another single arm rested on his back and the hand tugged at the hair-tie that was holding his shoulder blade-length hair together, tangling in his hair. The owner of said hand sat to the left of him. The extra body heat from the two made Delsin feel a hell of a lot warmer than before; it felt good. Scents of lavender-vanilla perfume and warm sandalwood filled his nose. "You're going to catch a cold if you stay out here, Delsin," a familiar male voice said.

"Eugene, Fetch," he said, a little surprised, "I thought you guys were still asleep. I didn't wake you up did I?"

A feminine laugh came from behind him as her arms drifted from his shoulders to his waist. "You're an idiot, D," Fetch said in her Brooklyn accent. "We woke up when we felt you were gone. What'cha doin' out here?" She scooted from behind him to sit on his right.

"I'm not going to catch a cold, Eugene. I'm fine," he smiled. "And I'm just…thinking. Thinking and looking at the sky."

"Delsin thinking? I think the world's gonna end, Eugene!" she joked and Eugene huffed out a laugh, fingers still raking through Delsin's long black hair.

"You guys are terrible," he said flatly.

"We love you, too, Delsin," Eugene replied.

Delsin rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around the two. His left arm brushed Eugene's empty left shoulder, passing an empty hoodie sleeve, before settling on his waist, and Delsin's right arm fell to Fetch's waist as well. Delsin was happy. He could tell his two lovers were very peaceful right now. The tenseness in Fetch's muscles were gone, from what Delsin could feel, and Eugene's twitchiness was non-existent. Eugene's armor that was similar to the what He Who Dwells wore-that made the gamer look very sexy, in Delsin's opinion-was nowhere to be seen and his left shoulder was relaxed, free from the weight of his metal prosthetic.

It was a bitter memory for Delsin to remember, but he could not help but be reminded of it every day. It had happened January of this year when he, Eugene, and Fetch had gotten intel about Rosenfaust. They had found out where the sleazy bastard had been hiding—in a base by the Puget Sound—and they had infiltrated said base. It had all happened so fast that it was difficult to piece together. Somehow one of Rosenfaust's experiments had gone awry and the end was result had somehow turned him into a Conduit. His Titans had sensed the change in their creator and had been quick to attack him, killing him as Rosenfaust had not been used to his powers and thus had been helpless to defend himself. The remaining two Titans that had not been destroyed by the trio of Conduits had gone on a berserk rampage, destroying the facility they were all in. The building had been coming down on them, explosions combusting all around them. Just as they had been about to escape, exit right in front of them, Delsin had heard a pained cry from Eugene combined with agonized screaming. He and Fetch had turned only to see Eugene on the floor, clutching his left shoulder—which had been gushing blood. Next to him was a large metal piece of what looked to be an industrial fan; the blade was streaked with red. His arm had been nowhere to be seen. Delsin and Fetch had never run to a hospital that fast in their lives.

When Eugene had been out of surgery and partially recovered, the pale-faced blonde had commented to Delsin and Fetch that he was going to be the world's best one-handed gamer. Fetch had excused herself from the room to 'get some air', tears evident in her voice. Delsin's chest had felt equally in pain as he forced himself not to talk, lest he start crying as well.

Still sitting in the chilly night air, Delsin felt Fetch rest her pink-haired head on his right shoulder. He moved his hand from her waist and gently cupped her half-shaven head, drawing her in close.

Fetch had chosen the shaven hairstyle in order to keep her hair close to her head, and away from any prying hands. It had been late at night a little over thirteen months ago—Fetch had been growing out her hair, saying she had wanted a change in style, and it had reached all the way to the middle of her back. They had all been staying at Delsin's apartment, back when apartments still used to be safe. She had come out of the shower dressed in a simple purple t-shirt and jean shorts, long hair still damp. She had told them she was running to the Walgreens down the block for some hair-care products because her hair was 'atrociously frizzy and bein' a real bitchy pain in the ass', and Delsin quoted. Eugene had made the comment that her hair looked beautiful and there was nothing wrong with it. Delsin had laughed when Fetch blushed, and she had just mumbled something, grabbed her large green jacket, and walked out the door. It had not even been fifteen minutes later when Delsin, looking out the window of the apartment, had seen a bright neon flare shoot up and burst in the sky near the Walgreens Fetch had been at. Delsin and Eugene had been quick to fly out the window and over there. They had been met with the sight of their girlfriend surrounded by a horde of six guys, two holding her arms, one tugging her hair, and the others working on getting her clothes off. The two boyfriends had not been merciful in the slightest, and when the bastards had been eliminated, they had wrapped Fetch up in their arms and brought her home. She had cried the rest of the night, clutching their arms so hard that her long, painted nails had dug into their skin and made them bleed a bit; the boys did not care. The next day she had emerged from the bathroom with her extremely short and shaven hairstyle. She had not talked much for the next few days. Delsin and Eugene had just held her, kissed her, and told her she was beautiful.

Delsin was broken out of his thoughts when he heard Eugene hum next to him. "We rarely ever see the sky like this," he whispered in appreciation.

"Mm-hmm," Fetch agrees into the juncture of his neck.

The smoke Conduit did not want to burst their moment of peace—arms spun around another and legs in one tangle—but he had to say what was one his mind. "We'll get to see the sky like this if the plan works.

Eugene stopped fiddling with Delsin's hair and Fetch lifted her head from his shoulder. "You mean when it works. It's gonna work, D," Fetch said, certainty clear in her voice. "We've been working on it the whole year, and everyone's done their part. We just gotta set it into action."

"Tomorrow," Eugene added as he squeezed Delsin's hand, then Fetch's.

The plan was something that could have been from a sci-fi novel, like what Delsin knew Eugene like to read when he had the time. It involved, as strange as it sounded, memory-sharing, mind-walking, a Conduit who could manipulate time, and Eugene's video power. The ideas had come from Eugene himself, actually. When he had been talking to Marcus Alvarez, the time-manipulating Conduit who was one of their five contacts spread across Seattle, Eugene had asked if it were possible if he could send anyone into the past. Marcus had commented that he could do so, but only an hour or two back. Then Eugene had contacted Kendra White, a Conduit who could delve into minds (also one of their contacts), asking about her powers. He had called a meeting of all of them—himself, Delsin, Fetch, Marcus, and Kendra—to his domain so he could explain his plan. Eugene had told them what he had been thinking: for Kendra to collect a group of people's memories—those those affected by Augustine—and meld them together, almost like a movie. She would then take this memory-movie thing and plant the whole thing into Eugene's head, who would use his video power to make it appear on screens.

All of them, still sitting in his domain, had sat there shocked and had just asked 'why?'. He then had gone on to explain that, if Marcus could continue training himself and training his power, he could send them back in time to expose Augustine sooner and stop Rosenfaust. It had taken some convincing, but Eugene was actually quite persuasive. Over the span of the next year (since it had started in January) Kendra began collecting memories from myriads of people—from Delsin, Fetch, and Eugene themselves, and others like Betty and willing police officers—while Marcus continued to train his powers diligently.

Tomorrow was the day—actually in just a few hours—when the plan would be set in action. Kendra and Marcus were currently sleeping in the extra rooms of their base. (The base used to be Eugene's domain, but they ended up adding extra rooms and fortifications to the underground dwelling.) As soon as dawn came, before the sun rose, their plan would be executed. And to sound melodramatic, the fate of the world rests on us three, Delsin thought half-sarcastic and half-serious.

"Tomorrow," he agreed.

They enjoyed the silence and the starry night until Fetch pierced the quietness with her classy remark. "Smokes, Teen-Angel, let's go inside already! I'm freezin' my tits off!" Eugene choked on a snort and Delsin just out-right laughed. He lifted up his hand and let glowing smoke twirl around it. "Don't worry, Fetch. I'll make sure they stay real warm," he smirked.

"Delsin!" Eugene shouted indignantly, scarlet blush across his cheeks.

They all got up and Delsin and Fetch slung their arms around an embarrassed Eugene's shoulders and the trio of Conduits headed toward the hatch of the rood. As soon as they were climbing down the hatch, they felt the whole building shake, making Delsin slip from the latter rungs and fall on his butt. "Ow! Dammit, what the hell was that?!"

"Are you okay, Delsin?" he heard Eugene shout from above.

Delsin got up, rubbing his behind, and replied, "Yeah! Yeah, I'm fine." Fetch and Eugene hopped down from the ladder, swaying slightly as the building was still shaking.

Kendra and Marcus came running from their rooms looking very panicked and frantic. "Titans!" Marcus shouted, hunched over his knees and out of breath. "The Titans are attacking the building."

Horror ran through Delsin's body, and he let out a few involuntary sparks of embers and puffs of cindery smoke. "What?! How?! They're never freakin' active at night!"

"I know, but—" Marcus was cut off when he lost his balance and toppled over when a hole was ripped through the roof of the building, revealing the metallic face of a Titan.

"Shit!" Kendra swore. "Guys, get back! It looks like the plan's going to start rolling sooner rather than later."

Delsin, Fetch, and Eugene were firing their strongest blasts of smoke, neon, and video, trying to hold the off the Titans. Marcus grabbed their arms and started tugging them away, cutting off their power barrage. "Come on, we have to get going! It's now or nothing."

Fetch turned to Marcus and screamed, "You crazy? And leave Kendra by herself against the Titans?! We can't do that. She doesn't have any offensive powers!"

"Don't you worry your pretty pink head, Fetch!" Kendra yelled back, dodging a giant metal hand that reached into the building. She whipped out a pistol from the cargo pants she had been sleeping in and started shooting at the eyes of the Titan. "I'm not completely defenseless."

Where in the hell did she get a gun from?! Delsin thought in surprise. But that was beside the point. He knew that being by herself against the Titans—with just a simple hand gun—was plain suicide.

Kendra turned back to them with a determined air. "Go. I'll be fine. You guys have a job to do." And by the look on her face, she knew it was suicidal as well.

"Dammit," Delsin muttered as he bit his lip and clenched his fists. Reluctantly, he started walking away. In a much louder voice, he yelled back at her, but did not face, "You better stay alive, Kendra! You got a boyfriend to get back to!"

At that comment, Marcus stopped and looked back at Kendra for a moment before turning away. Delsin was close enough to here hum mumble, "Yeah, she does."

Eugene spoke up, paces ahead of them. "We have to get going."

"Right." More of the roof started caving in, and they were all lucky enough to dodge all the fragments without injury.

They all ran to the bunker that was built for this kind of situation. It was not very large, just the size of an extremely small bedroom. There were no windows, and the dingy, cold walls were covered in equally cold riveted steel. Marcus shut the door, locking its heavy metal latch with a dull clunk. They sat in a close circle, trying to ignore the deadly commotion outside.

"Alright," Marcus said in a thick voice, "We need to have physical contact for this to work. Everyone hold hands." Right down to business.

Marcus grabbed into Fetch's left hand while she grabbed onto Delsin's left. Using his right hand, Delsin had to grab onto Eugene's shoulder, and Eugene grabbed onto Marcus's left hand. "I knew I should have attached my prosthetic," Eugene sighed.

"Sorry, Eugene, I wasn't thinking. But that works, too!" Marcus reassured. "As long as physical contact is maintained." He closed his eyes in focus, and the three Conduits felt a tingling sensation in their bodies. "Okay, listen up. This is going to feel weird, but don't freak out; nothing bad is going to happen. I'm going to send you guys back to the point where you guys have all met and fought alongside Eugene, that way you guys are already in contact with one another." (1)

Fetch then said, "Shouldn't we come up with a place to meet up when we go back? And maybe somethin' we could say—like a phrase—so that we know it's really us and not the…uh, other us?"

"The Longhouse," Delsin blurted out. In this time period, the Akomish Longhouse had been wiped out by the Titans when Delsin had gone to visit. There had been no survivors. The Longhouse would still be standing when they all met there again, and all his tribe would still be alive. He repeated himself, swallowing thickly, "The Longhouse. It's out of the way and the Dupes won't be looking there. Plus, we won't be chased out."

"Alright," Eugene said, "the Longhouse it is. And maybe our code-phrase thing could be…" he trailed off, thinking.

"Marcus Alvarez and Kendra White need to get together," Delsin said as he shot a small grin toward Marcus. The time-manipulating Conduit's eyes were as wide as saucers and a blush was prominent on his face. He sucked his teeth. "Whatever, Delsin. Just hurry up so I can go help Kendra…"

You guys have no offensive powers against the Titans! You're going to die! Let us help you! Delsin wanted to protests and stay to help them, but he bit his tongue, knowing that he had his own job to do.

"Keep contact and close your eyes. Focus on the time period you want to go to—this will help me more. Remain calm…and focus…" With his eyes closed, Delsin heard Marcus's voice begin to drift away, and the tingling in his body became more prominent and severe. He felt Fetch squeeze his hand even tighter and Eugene nudge closer to him.

The loud banging continued, and also it sounded like the metal door of the bunker was creaking open, groaning by force.

"Keep focused!" Marcus instructed.

"…I-I…love you both, F-Fetch, D-Delsin," Eugene stuttered in a rushed whisper. He heard Fetch suck in a breath, and Delsin swallowed a lump in his throat.

"We love you, too, Euge—" The tingling began to feel like his body was being ripped apart, but Delsin forced himself not to scream. All noises in his ears cut off and even though he opened his eyes, all he could see was void-like blackness. Was it the transition to the past or his way to unconsciousness?

He did not know which to hope for more.

(1) After the mission where Eugene says "I can rain hellfire down on their asses," then jumps of the roof and flies away.

Posted: 6/25/2014

A/N 1: If the Titans sound familiar, they should. I based the Titans off of the Sentinels in the X-Men universe, the giant robots that capture the mutants (and later hunt them down and kill them like in X-Men: Days of Future Past). Really though, there have been times when I've played the inFAMOUS series and thought to myself just how similar the Conduits are to mutants. If there is anyone unfamiliar with the X-Men universe and Sentinels and such, go look on the X-Men wiki page for information.

A/N 2: Just know that this story is not going to be posted regularly—I have a job that takes up most of my time, and I am going to college. Even though it is the summer, I still have other things that take up my time other than fiction, as sad as it is to say that. This fic will not be abandoned or discontinued no matter what. I'm actually already working on the next chapter! :)

A/N 3: Do you guys like the relationship between Delsin, Fetch, and Eugene? I hope they don't seem OOC…. Oh, and feel free to PM me and/or leave a review if you have any questions!