Okay hi people! So it's been a week and not one review, I know people are reading it! I saw the Hunger Games and cried during the reaping because I didn't see Prim I saw my little sis. :(

Thanks to Arabella for support from the other side of the world

To Iris for listening to the constant rambling

To Sapphier for actually paying attention to the characters and keeping whats left of my sanity there

To Bella for being the best sister in the world.

I don't own anything but the plot and any original Characters.

Chapter Two

Some say Ice – Fire and Ice, Robert frost.

In The Middle of the Ocean

If I had known how seasick Grace got I probably wouldn't have set foot on that boat and she probably knew that, so she neglected to tell me that little piece of information. I was up all that first night; alternatively hold back her hair and comforting her. We had three bunks hanging from the ceiling of the boat, Percy was on top, I was supposed to be in the middle but I ended up being on the bottom with Grace, I never slept ,she only vomited and slept a little bit.

"Sham?" Grace said weakly.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"I'm sorry, it will stop once I get used to the motion on the waves." She muttered.

"It's fine." I said, looking down at Grace, this was taking a toll on her, not just the seasickness but the back in time. It was like taking a knife to her heart. She was strong but I didn't know how much longer until she would break. I looked down at her but she had fallen asleep. I sighed, she had taken care of me when I was hurt and I would take care of her when she was sick. I started to shift my position but a sharp pain in my shoulder made me stop. The Bite. I hadn't changed the bandages in over twenty four hours, the infection was coming back. I couldn't move my shoulder without a sharp pain running through my body.

Percy climbed off his bunk and saw me lying with Grace's head on my chest. He looked at me and smiled, I grimaced.

"You okay?" He whispered, I shook my head.

"My shoulder is killing me." I groaned, Percy walked around to the other side of the bed, looked at my shoulder and grimaced.

"That's not a good color." Percy said.

"What color, I haven't looked yet." I said.

"Well it's the color of the eggs in that Dr. Seuss book Green Eggs and Ham." He came back around to the other side.

"Oh." I said. "What book?"

Percy shook his head and waved it off. "Grace knows what to do, I'm going to wake her."

"No," I insisted, wrapping the good arm protectively around Grace. "She just fell asleep don't-"But before I could finish I saw one green eye staring up at me.

"Trying to smoother me?" She asked.

"Oh, um sorry." I said. Grace got off the bed and looked at Percy.

"What's going on?" She asked. Percy pointed to my arm and I tried to hide it but the pain was too much. "Okay, um, Percy take a bucket, an empty, clean bucket and fill it with fresh water or if you can't sea water." Percy picked up a clean bucket from under the bunk and ran out. Grace put her hand to my forehead, then her cheek.

"Um, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Checking you for a fever. That's bad." She frowned, pulling back.

"What is?"

"You're running hot, too hot." Grace said.

Percy

The people in the galley wouldn't give me any fresh water to use so I resorted to Ocean Water. I would have to jump ship. Lucky for me, I could get back on. I walked over to the side, stood on the rail and looked down into the churning water.

"Daddy here I come." I said, quite a crowd was around me and they screamed when I leapt into the Ocean. I would probably be considered a juvenile delinquent. Again.

Grace

By the time Percy got back she was so worried she didn't even ask how he had gotten the Ocean Water, she ripped the hem of her dress and dipped it in the bucket. She still felt quite sick and seeing Sham's green and infected wound didn't make her feel any better.

He kept insisting he was fine and that she needed to lay back down. She called him a moron and put the cloth in the wound. He hissed in pain but didn't budge.

"The salt disinfects it." She explained to Percy who was looking a bit, taken aback. She dipped the cloth again and again. Each time he seemed to get a little better, and all the while she soothed him like she would her little sisters or brothers, stroking his hair and telling him he'll be alright. Finally she dipped the whole strip of cloth into the bucket and wound it tightly around Sham's arm. "There all done. How do you feel?"

"Well subtracting the intense pain you just put me through, quite good actually." He said, she felt his forehead.

"Well you're fever is subsiding." She said. "In a few hours you should be able to go up on deck." He nodded and lay down; in a few minutes he was asleep.

"What do we do about tomorrow?" Percy asked.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." She said. "Watch him I'm going on deck."

Shamrock

When I woke up Grace was nowhere in sight. I sat up and looked around; Percy was on the floor reading a book.

"Hey, where did she go?" I asked.

"Oh, Grace? Well she's on deck, has been for hours." Percy said. "Can you read this?" He handed me the book. "You're not dyslexic; I have no Idea what it says."

"Um Percy, this book is in Gaelic, I have no idea what it says." I explained. "I'm going to find Grace."

"Okay." He said.

I found Grace in front of the boat letting her hair be whipped around by the wind, she seemed worried, and I went and leaned on the rail next to her.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She jumped.

"Oh Shamrock, you're okay." She said.

"Yeah, good as new." I said, she gave a small smile and sighed. "What?"

"Nothing I was just thinking." She said.

"About what" I asked.

"My family pennywhistle."

"What?"

"A pennywhistle is a small tin whistle used in Irish Music, my father had one and he got it from his father, and his father got it from his father and so on. It was always given to the oldest child, until me there had only been oldest boys. So it would have been mine, but then things went bad… after my mom died, and five of my siblings were killed in a factory fire he took the younger seven back to Ireland. I had joined the hunt and never saw them again. My aunt came to New York with my littlest sister, Aideen, she was five or six at the time, I saw her once when Zoe and I were in the city, she had my dad's old pennywhistle around her neck and then I knew he and the others must be dead." She said a tear rolling down her cheek.

"Grace I'm so sorry." I said.

"No it's fine, I need a hug." She sighed I hugged her. "Sham just because I said I needed a hug didn't mean I wanted one." I let her go and looked away.

"Beautiful." I said. "The Ocean I mean."

"Oh, yeah it is I guess. I only ever liked it when I was looking at it or listening to it, not on it." She said sadly.

"Yeah I guessed you weren't a sailor when we stepped on the boat and you ran for the side." I chuckled.

"It's not funny when you're the one throwing up." She grumbled.

"Sure you're okay?" I asked.

"Yes, gods." She said annoyed.

"Okay." I decided it would be best to leave her alone, so I went back down to where Percy was.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Girls, I said the word 'beautiful' about the Ocean and Grace seemed a little let down. Now she's mad at me!" I said.

"I know the feeling Annabeth and I had a rough patch for a while. She'll get over it." He said.

"Yeah I know. It's probably just stress. It's can't be easy going back in time and reliving what she did before." I said.

"Yeah, I know the last thing I want to do is go back in time and have to fight Luke again." He said.

"What is it about this Luke guy?" I asked. I had heard a lot about him at camp and it was starting to drive me insane about how everyone else knew what I didn't.

"Well he was Thalia and Annabeth's friend, they were on the run together when they were little, Thalia was Twelve, Luke was Fourteen and Annabeth just Seven. Well He and Thalia had strong feelings for each other which would have no doubt developed into something more romantic, but they were being hunted, or rather she was. By the time they got to camp the monsters were almost upon them. She died, well was turned into a tree, and that messed him up. If Annabeth hadn't been so young she may have turned out like Luke, but any way, Luke was left to practically raise Annabeth and so his outlet was to challenge the gods. Basically he wanted Kronos to reign again and thought Thalia would agree, well she didn't and it crushed him so he gave no thought to becoming Kronos' host." Percy explained.

"Oh, that explains, a lot and the t-shirt that says I heart Connecticut. Thalia hate's Connecticut." I said.

"Well yeah. Man I hate this boat." Percy said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yep, there's a storm coming and it isn't going to be pretty, not to mention I hate being cooped up." HE said.

"Yeah, I hate this boat too." I grumbled.

"It's a floating hell." Grace said sitting down next to me.

"Wow, I didn't know you talked like that." I said, shocked Grace was so, clean, language wise anyway.

"Oh I can curse like a sailor when I have to." She sighed. "It's raining."

"I know." Percy said.

"I'll be right back." Grace said suddenly rushing over to the bucket and throwing up. It was going to be a long night.

It was probably around four in the morning when I finally got some sleep. Grace had told me to sleep at around nine but the truth is I can't. I have a really hard time getting to sleep; I just want to go hunting at night. Before now I had never been able to explain it but now I know that it's the wild side of me trying to get out in a positive way.

A few years back when I was ten Apollo learned the hard way what happens when I get cooped up too long. It had been three years since my little hunting escalade and he had a tighter hold on me than ever. It had been six months since the last time he had taken me on a walk through the forest and I was sick of the house, so I had decided to have some target practice with his prized china. The china had the faces of different female celebrities on them and they were signed. Anyway he heard the crashes and came running down. I got in huge trouble and a walk every Thursday.

Of course I guess Morpheus wasn't feeling generous because I got fifteen minutes of sleep. I felt something small and warm lying next to me. I looked and saw Grace, with a start I realized I was still on her bunk. I moved very slowly so as not to disturb her but she woke and grabbed me.

"It's me." I whispered, she let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay. Sorry." She lay back down and I climbed up to my bunk. Soon I could hear Grace's soft breathing and knew she was asleep. Unable to get any sleep myself I climbed out of bed and went up on deck.

The storm had subsided and I could see a million stars, and the moon. I sighed and looked out over the ocean. It was beautiful. I looked up at the moon, my mother, who if by chance I ran into in this time period, wouldn't hesitate to kill me. It made it all the more important to avoid changing history, not only could this drastically change me, it could cause Grace her life. That was one risk I would never take.

I heard Grace come up behind me, or sensed it. She didn't have to say anything; she just came up and leaned next to me. We stood in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before she spoke.

"Something's bothering you." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah, it's just this whole time thing. I'm just worried I'll mess it up." I said.

"You are pretty reckless." She said.

"Thanks. That makes me feel better."

"I'm sorry but you can be reckless. Remember in Volterra? The whole ripping him to bits thing?" She said.

"Your right." I said.

"You won't screw up." She said.

"If I did Lilly would kill me when we get back." I said.

"Only if I didn't throw you off the boat first." She laughed. I couldn't help but grin.

"Yeah only if you didn't."

"Sham, I believe in you, we can do this. The only trouble I can see is Ellis Island." She mumbled.

"Ellis Island?" I asked.

"Yeah they have a medical inspection, and at this point Percy is the only one who would pass, you have your bite, I have this horrible sea sickness that may or may not go away. Even if we all passed they wouldn't let us off the island without and adult male." She said. I put an arm around her.

"We'll be fine, now let's go its freezing."

We went back to our bunks but instead of sleeping I just lay on my bunk and though about what Grace had said. Was that really true? Well why wouldn't be, she had been through it not me, but maybe things would be different now it was after all 13 years before she came.

At around five in the morning the ship started to wake. The first families awake were those with small children or large families, one girl who looked to be about my age picked up her baby brother and went up on deck. The next ones up were those with children not so small but definitely between seven and nine. Last those with older children or those traveling alone were up.

I climbed out of my bunk and went up on deck, it was surprisingly empty except for the girl with her brother, and the small boy toddled up to me.

"No Jamie!" She said and scooped him up. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine." I said.

"Are you sure? He's a bit of a trouble maker." She said.

"Yes really, how old is he?" I asked.

"A year and a half old, we're going to meet our Da and Mam." She said, her accent was thicker than Graces and her blonde hair was tied back with one red ribbon.

"Oh, I'm Shamrock." I said.

"Enya." She said. I heard music from above us and looked up. "First and second class decks. The parties hear are more fun."

"Parties?" I asked.

"Yes, just two days ago there was one, I left Jamie with my brother and came up to dance. Didn't you hear?" She asked.

"No, I got on in Londonderry." I said.

"Oh, I've been on since Liverpool, with my two brothers." She said.

"Both younger?" I asked.

"No one older and him." She said.

"Hi, Sham whose this?" Grace asked.

"Enya this Grace, my sister." I introduced.

"It's nice to meet you, Jamie, no!" This time Jamie had tried to climb Grace, she bent down and picked him up.

"It's fine Sham and I are the second oldest of fourteen." Grace said, smiling at the little boy.

"Where are you from? Shamrock said Londonderry." Enya said

"Well we're from Galway Bay, we boarded in Londonderry." Grace explained.

"Oh, I'm from Liverpool, my Da worked as a government official there, but now we're off to meet him and Mam in New York." She said.

"Oh, we're Potato farmers." Grace said and soon they were of talking about stuff I had no idea about. Soon the deck was crowded with Children and I met Enya's brother. He was a huge guy for only sixteen and unlike Enya and Jamie his hair was very dark and instead of blue eyes they were Sea green. He looked like all the pictures of Orion I had seen.

"I'm Galvin, Enya's older brother." He said.

"Shamrock, Grace's twin brother." I said "You don't look like her."

"She's my half-sister, we have different fathers." He explained.

"Oh, I have thirteen brothers and sisters." I said Galvin gave a low whistle.

"Even my Mam isn't that insane." He chuckled.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"My mam may not be normal but I doubt she could handle that many." He said. "She says odd things, mumbles about old sea gods and things."

"Oh, well my mom had the older four, and cousin Percy, he's a few years older than us so we can all help out." I explained, this was the story Grace, Percy and I had agreed on. He nodded.

"As much as Enya annoys me I would go to the end of world and back for her and Jamie." He said.

"Yeah I would do it for Grace and the others. They're in New York already and according to Mam they miss us all."

"I'll bet your Mam sure does, having twelve without help is not an easy task." He said.

"We wouldn't have been much help anyway; Grace gets sea sick when the Oceans are rough." I explained.

"I'll bet, we all do, have you ever held a vomiting baby on a boat while being knocked around like a sack of potatoes?" I shook my head. "Well I don't recommend it."

Grace and I returned to our bunks, Grace and I sat on hers and discussed ways to get around the 'Adult Male Policy.' So far the only thing I could think of was to swim off the island and according to Grace the only one of us who would make it even half way was Percy. Since I didn't want to drown I ruled out that plan pretty quick.

That night the Ocean got rough again and I spent the night holding Grace's hair up. Poor Enya was in a much worse situation she was trying to keep her little brother calm though he was throwing up. Whenever Grace wasn't vomiting she was lying next to me, trying to get some sleep, which meant I got no sleep.

Call me crazy but I hated every second. It was really wrong to be holding her so close to me, she needed the comfort tough and she hadn't been sick on me yet, though that could be because she hadn't eaten anything in two days. Percy and I had brought down some food from the mess hall but Grace was quite insistent on not touching it. I didn't know how she would go a few weeks without eating but she knew her limits.

The boat was rocking beneath us and the motion was enough to make even me a little queasy and I have the strongest stomach of anyone I know. Grace had been right if this was Hell I wasn't going. I tried to take my mind of the close proximity Grace and I were in by thinking about my mom. What was she doing? Where was she, and how worried was she?

2012

In our time almost no time had passed, save a few minutes that Artemis had spent traveling to her palace with the scrolls Athena had lent her. She was now curled up on her bed with Sirius reading through them.

Her bed room was like a forest, the walls were painted with trees, the four poster bed was made to look like tree trunks, the dresser an old hallow log, and the night stand was made of old ancient Greek wood.

Her hand absent mindedly stroked her Sirius, the little white dog looked up at her. He knew something was upsetting his mistress but he wasn't aware of what. He licked her hand, and crawled up to where he could see her face.

Artemis was reading a godly family tree. She had gotten to the most recent half-bloods and their parents, now she had only to find her name. What she saw appalled her.

"Apollo I knew I had one but this." She whispered, the door opened and her brother came in, Sirius yapped and ran to him.

"So you figured it out." He said.

"You could have told me." She whispered.

"It was for his own good, and yours." He said. Artemis laughed, not a nice laugh, an I'm-finally-going -insane-because-my-idiot-brother-pushed-me-too-far kind of laugh. "Arty, calm down we can talk this out."

"NO!" She snapped. "No we cannot! You take away everything!" Tears running down her face, something Apollo hadn't seen her do in a while.

"Sis, I-I'm so sorry." He said.

"Does she know?" Artemis said.

"Not unless Poseidon told her." Apollo explained.

"Good."

Shamrock

I woke to Grace bent intently over me. She was feeling my forehead and washing my wound, Enya sat at the foot of the bed her eyes wide.

"Why is it green?" She asked.

"Infection." Grace stated.

"Of what?"

"Things."

"Were these things venomous?"

"Maybe." Grace began to wrap the wound and I hissed in pain.

"That's really tight!" I said.

"It has to be, to keep out worse things." Grace whispered.

"What could be worse than that?" Enya asked now quite frightened and clutching her baby brother so he wouldn't get away.

"You'd be surprised." I said sitting up and looking at her. Grace rolled her eyes and said something in Gaelic.

"I don't speak Gaelic. I lived the last five years in England. Mam and Da never taught us." She said.

"How do you call yourself Irish?" Grace asked.

"My passport." Enya held up a small red book.

"Good point."

Percy walked in looking very wet and annoyed. He sat on the floor next to the bed and shook his head like a dog. Getting rain all over me and Grace.

"Well, it's really coming down out there; we are in for quite a ride. In the next hour we will hit the roughest patch of ocean I've seen and the only place I wouldn't rather be is in it." He said.

"How do you know the Oceans going to get rough?" Enya asked.

"A) I have mad skills on boats B) I just do." Percy said.

"Okay that's nice Perce but did you have to soak me?" I asked.

"Well sorry it's not like I could just make the water come off of me." He said. "Well not here anyways." He grumbled.

"Is he okay?" Enya asked.

"He's fine the rain just makes him a bit grumpy." Grace said patting his head like a puppy.

"Get off." He grumbled, ordinarily I would have snapped at him for being rude, but to tell you the truth we were all starting to get a little sick of each other, and according to Percy the voyage wasn't even half over. It's not that I didn't enjoy Grace's company but I needed my space, it's a me thing, I'm kind of anti-social, and that was something you couldn't get down here. Even Percy spent more and more time on his bunk and away from us as possible.

Percy was right. Within the next hour the boat was pitching back and forth. We did all we could to keep from rolling back and forth. Grace and I were holding on to our bunks for dear life and Percy was trying to stay on by rolling the opposite direction of the boat. It was horrible. I ended up landing on the floor several times and Grace landed on me even more. It hurt like Hades. We were bruised and battered.

Somehow Grace still had it in her to sing softly to herself. I froze and promptly fell off the bed on to the hard, dirty floor.

"Ow." I said. It was like the ninth time this had happened in the last two hours and to be honest I said it more out of surprise then out of pain, seeing as I was now so sore on my back I couldn't tell the difference. Grace seemed to be in worse condition then I was, she was now on the second bunk and fell onto me. That hurt. "Ouch!"

"Sorry." She said and rolled off and I got up and climbed back onto my bunk, Grace came and lay next to me. "If you want me to move I will."

"It's fine. If you fall from that height you could break something." I said, I was a bit shocked she hadn't broken anything yet. She nodded and I moved over for her.

That night I got no sleep I was either being tossed around or lying awake listening to the other passengers. Percy had found us some food and I was sure if I got up it would come up. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears. It was agony.

After what felt like eternity Percy said the storm would stop soon and that it was dawn. I was relieved I didn't know if I could have stay like that for much longer. When calm seas came I saw that the hold was in an awful state, everyone was trying to locate their baggage because it had been moved from one side of the ship to another. People were checking through their belongings for things that could be broken.

Enya and Galvin were making sure their brother was okay, and that they had their things all together. Grace sighed and looked at them wistfully.

"I hope that baby will know just how lucky he is to have siblings like that." She said, I patted her back.

"He will don't worry." I said.

"We can't be their friends can we?" She asked.

"No I guess we can't." I said.

"I guess I always knew that but I didn't really want to believe it" She whispered.

"They're not from our time we're not form theirs. We can't befriend anyone who could change what we do." I said. She nodded as I looked through my pack to make sure everything was fine. Almost everything was, except for the ambrosia, it had been squashed and the bag torn open. "Ambrosia's ruined."

"What?" Grace asked.

"It's been practically ground into the bottom of my bag." I said.

"Okay so now we're really stuck, if we don't have ambrosia or nectar and we get sick we will be detained." She said.

"Now what are our chances of not getting detained?" I asked.

"Um, one in six billion." She said.

"Oh. I doubt we could manipulate the mist." I said.

"Why?" She said.

"Think about it, some of the gods might be in America but not all of them are, my mom for instance I felt her presence when we were still in Ireland, and Lord Apollo's was only there too so they haven't moved over yet if only Zeus has then there isn't enough mist in America to manipulate." I explained, she bet her lip.

"Now our odds are one in seven billion." She said.

"Great." I said.

"Well it could be worse." Percy's voice drifted down from his bunk.

"How?" I yelled.

"We could be dead." He pointed out.

"Percy the gods aren't kind enough to kill us. I lived through being bitten by a vampire there if they aren't kind enough to kill me then, what makes you think they'd kill us now?" I asked.

"Um, our bad luck?"

"Percy at this point I don't think dying would be considered bad luck except for the fact that we would have stopped a chain of events from happening completely." I said.

"How?"

"Well Percy look around you. How much worse can it get after last night?" I asked.

"It could probably be worse." He said.

"No it couldn't get any worse than this." I said.

The rest of that day was calms and nice, Grace and I spent it up on deck. Enjoying the warm sunshine and the wind of the boat. That night it remained calm and I could see the moon and stars. They made me sad, and I felt more alone than ever. Grace came and found me sitting alone on deck.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"I'm fine." I said.

"No you're not." She said.

"I miss her." I said.

"Your mom?" She asked.

"Yeah. I want to go home Grace." I said. I was sure I sounded like a seven year old but I had only just got my mom I didn't want to lose her now.

"I know, you'll get back, we all will. I know it." She said.

"How do you know that?" I said.

"Because Sham we were sent here by somebody, that couldn't have been a freak accident it had to be intentional." She whispered.

"But by who." I mumbled.

"I don't know, but I do know that there has to be a way to get back." She said. "Perhaps something we have to do, something we touch but there has to be some way."

"Grace I have a question." I said.

"What is it?" She asked.

"What happened to your family?" I asked. She looked sadly down. "You don't have to answer. I'm sorry I'm prying!"

"No I've kept this secret too long." She said and looked out over the Ocean. "We had been in New York for about three and a half months; Mam was sick, really sick. Me and the rest of the older seven got jobs in a factory so we could make a small amount of money to keep us alive. Well one day we came back from the factory and Mam had died. Da became distraught and got tickets back to Ireland. Well on our last day of work at the factory one of the threading machines caught on fire, the factory made clothes so there was a lot of flammable material just lying around. Well it burned to the ground and my siblings who worked there all died, I was believed dead too so my Da took the younger ones back to Ireland but I wasn't dead I had been found by Zoё and I joined the hunt. I did it more out of desperation to get away then anything but I hated men. The man at the factory would hit us when we did something wrong. If there is one place I would never go back to it's there." She said a tear rolling down her face.

"Grace I'm so sorry." I said.

"Why? It wasn't your fault the factory caught fire." Grace said. Another tear rolled down her cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb and she gave me a weak smile. I looked over at a pair of young lovers maybe nineteen. They were watching the ocean, perfectly content to be standing there with their arms around one another.

"Grace?" I asked.

"What Shamrock?" Grace sighed standing hand up and holding her hand out to me. I took it and she pulled me up with surprising force. I looked at her; her face was bathed in silvery moonlight.

"Why do we go looking for love?" I felt kind of like a child asking something like that but I honestly didn't know. I was a child of Artemis don't expect me to know something like that.

"I don't know. Let me think about it." She said letting go of my hand and walking quickly back to the hold. I sighed.

You really screwed up this time you idiot! I part of my mind screamed to myself.

Oh shut up. I said back.

What if I don't wanna?

"Just shut up!" I yelled. The young couple whirled around and looked at me. "Great now I look like an idiot talking to myself!"

"Man what did you say to her?" Percy's voice said from behind me.

"Why?" I turned around and face him.

"Well Grace is down there looking quite terrified of something." He said.

"How do you know it was me?" I asked.

"Well since there are no monsters on this ship and she was talking to you, I kind of just assumed." He shrugged.

"Nothing." I said.

"Well you had to have said something. What else could make her that upset?" He asked.

"Just stay out of it Percy." I snapped.

"Okay but we're your friends. You can tell us anything. Night Sham."

"Night Percy." I waved and he went back below.

I suppose he was right but I hadn't ever had friends so this was all kind of new to me. I'm a bit of a lone wolf and having people to rely on was new to me. I knew I had been rude to Percy but I was really stressed out. I looked the moon for a while longer before heading down to my bunk.

I could hear Grace on the bunk above me. She was awake and she knew I was awake but neither of us spoke to each other. I crawled in bed and lay down but it would be a long time before I got any sleep…

What did you think, not bad if I say so my self. I'll see you next week in On the Island

~ HuntressofArtemis101/ Ginny