Hi and welcome back to the second chapter! As psychology is still boring I decided to write further on this,so disclaimer: None of the here mentioned characters belong to me, because if they would this crossover would have happened. Enjoy

It had been sixteen years now, sixteen years since they took him. He had been searching every day since then, but still hadn't found his friend.

It was a cold and dark afternoon in Soho, the clouds, dark grey and heavy, promising rain later in the evening. As he sat there in his flat, a pair of old, broken shades in his hand, gently caressing the edges of the black, broken glass, completely lost in his thoughts.

'Where could he be? I searched everywhere I can think of, where he might be. Unless he's...no he can't be! He has to be alive I just know it! He is out there somewhere, I just have to find him and I mustn't lose hope.' those thoughts spinning through his head he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and let memories of his oldest and probably only friend fill his troubled mind.

They were there, both of them, at the very beginning. They had sat there at the eastern gate, then he still had his flaming sword, and talked, about this and that. True they may have been supposed to be enemies but they had found it far more amusing talking to each other than fighting...especially 'cause his friend had been in the body of a snake then.One thought led to another and soon he pictured thier last conversation.

It had been a late evening in summer, the air was warm from the afternoon sun and the armageddon-that-wasn't had been just merrily two weeks before.They sat together down in his bookshop, drinking together, when he said "I'm worried, Az, I mean really, really worried. It has been two weeks already and no one has come to get us yet. I mean they won't let us go free, not after what we have done." "Don't worry yourself so much about it, if haven or hell had any plans on punishing us, they surely would have already send someone to get us. Don't you think dear?" "That is exactly what isworrying me. But I guess we will just have to wait and see...but please be on your guard angel ok?" he had asked, golden eyes shining over his black shades. "Yes I will." They bid each other goodbye and his once serpentine friend left. Had he just listened to him.

But now he couldn't change anything anyway. He sat up and wanted to goto the kitchen and put the kettle on for some tea, when suddenly a bright light appeared out of thin air in front of him!

And cut! Good, well then...it turned out a bit different than originally planned but...I can live with that. So yeah reviews are gold and please stay tuned for the next chapter...probably next week. Until then byeShadownebular