Okay.. I've strolled up the street to do the last chapter of the day, and first chapter of this ep, figuring that my addiction to fanfiction is slightly compensated by the healthy mile here and back home I'm walking.

"Little to left!" Caleb scrunched up his face with frustration; it was bad enough that he was pulling this weight, without the passling above him directed exactly where on Irma's roof, the washing machine should go. As if it wouldn't be easier to move the stupid book instead.

"Wait!" Caleb looked up as the weight of the appliance left that of the rope, and happy that it wasn't about to fall on his head, he scrutinized the 'gadget' again. It had been Blunk who'd brought it fresh from Meridian, and Caleb remained skeptical of the power behind the stone, which' point was directly above the lock. Enough weight would break it, yes, but Caleb would kill the little toad if it broke the book. "I'm telling you, this isn't going to work... Okay, no-WOAH!"

Caleb dove away from the washer as it burst into peices, not a foot from where he was standing seconds before, and glared up at the passling, who cried out whoops of entertained joy at the crashing noise that had followed. "Book be open! BOOK BE OPEN!"

Caleb cracked his neck as he pushed himself to where the passling was pawing through the remnants of the machine; undoubtedly Blunk would soon be after it's contents, but Caleb was only going to pay the rat if the book was open. Blunk pulled out the book and Caleb stared at it's distinctly closed cover; muttering a string of curses as Blunk jumped on the book in anger. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY PARENTS YARD!"

Green eyes flashed up to see five identical looks of shock, and he flushed slightly when Irma's eyes ventured to his; the others staring at the wreck of a washer. Caleb glance up, also, to the tracks of broken tiles that littered the roof where the machine had been pushed off, and found himself smiling sheepishly at Irma.

...

Prince Phobos smirked tiredly, as his blood slipped on a fairly plain crown; encrusted with only a single jewel, but he'd been honest enough in telling her it was a tradition. A single golden Topaz crystal, to center the unpatterned crown was always worn in a coronation. More jewels and decorative styles of metal were for a Queen. Pity though, that Elyon so looked forward to pretty things. "Perfect! I can't believe something metal could be this comfortable! How did you adjust it to my head like that?"

The poor fool kept his head down to the marble floor as Elyon unwittingly chattered on, giddy apparently, by any type of jewel she didn't deserve to be in contact of her skin. "..Trade secret.. My Lady."

Lady. Phobos grinned at the man, finding his anger rising within him; and he'd intended to let him go.. How dare he oblige the wench with such of a compliment. "What is your name?"

"A-Aketon my prince."

"Aketon.." Prince Phobos ignored Elyon's clouded eyes following his steps, as he let his hand slip onto her shoulder. It was only better when the older man gulped at the contact while Elyon tensed almost unnoticably. "You have honered your future princess and I with your craftmanship."

"It's really beautiful!" Phobos only need dig his fingers slightly; to clutch her with a tiny grip, for Elyon's voice to hush and he smirked at the fact that in a matter of days, she'd started acting like a trained dog, rather than the tramp trying to sentence her own parcial brother. "..I'll.. Be in my room."

As she disappeared, Prince Phobos smile became cocky, and he felt his head lull slightly in pure, energy-withdrawn fatigue. "I promised you to be taken back to your shop once you were done.. I am a man of my word ton Aketon."

"Your Highness.." Phobos watched the man bown low once again, and shook his head pitifully.

"Return this man to his shop," Prince Phobos nodded to a guard, who summoned hisself and a small group of others. "After he's used his fine skill, to repair all of the tools in the underwater mines."

The 'Aketon' would know as well as any other, that no-one returned from the underwater mines. The work was never done. The Prince turned away then, as the man started to thrash away from the guards, "Parakaló, óchi, den ta orycheía!" As if that would help.

...

"I told him it wouldn't work!" Will grinned as Blunk blew a raspberry at Caleb; who sulked guiltily and paced the room. But her eyes kept travelling back to the book on the table, and Will knew it wasn't coincidence that it had been placed as far from her as possible. She just wished Caleb wasn't being quite so.. Awkward. It was like he knew something she didn't, and it wasn't just about the book either.. He hadn't treated her like a leader since.. Well since he'd said he was going to start treating her like a leader; it was like the opposite had happened, and Will felt less involved than ever earlier. "The book of secrets knows everything about it's owner!"

"Uhuh.. Sure glad it isn't mine." Will smiled, her hands tucked under her thighs in a nervous attempt to forbid their movement, as Irma smirked at her own words and pushed glasses of orange juice in each person's direction, and Will bit her lip as the brunette went to use the book as her own coaster out of spite, but Caleb glared at her.

"Every one of Phobos' plans is sealed inside this thing." Caleb frowned as he pulled the book away from Irma, and fingered the gold spine with engrossed fascination.

It was fairly interesting, the idea to Will, of seeing the world in the Rebel leader's eyes. He seemed so determined with everything; romanticized by nature itself, and Will supposed it explained why he didn't like Cornelia. Cornelia was the gaurdian of Earth, but if there was anyone further from nature-loving, Will hated to say it would probably be Barbie. "Do you think there's some online-version that we can hack into?"

Will turned to Hay Lin, staring skeptically at the little air guardian who shrugged nonchalantly. As if Hay Lin could hack into anything; occassionally Hay Lin struggled to work with her own email. "What, like Phobos' ?"

"What?" Hay Lin sounded too offended for it to be safe, and Will turned away smiling, but almost jumped when she realized Caleb's eyes were on her; finding herself rolling her eyes and grinning at his sardonic shaking head. "It was just a thought!"

Parakaló, óchi, den ta orycheía - Please, no, not the mines!