Mia walked down the east wing where the bedrooms were. Finally coming to a stop in front of Kit's door. She hadn't seen him since the horrific incident in the entryway. It was a dark reminder how easily people could die, including Shadowhunters. Not even angel blood exempted them from the ill fated accidents that happen every day. And they were soldiers after all, wasn't it a matter of time before they all met an end, one that by all means probably never should have been theirs?

Mia shook her head, trying to shake away the thoughts. No matter the chances, she was still a Shadowhunter with a duty.

She knocked on the door softly, already wondering if she made a mistake. Surely if he didn't come back to class it was because he wanted to be alone. And if that was the case why did she think he would want to see her of all people?

Despite the voice in her head telling her to leave she kept her feet planted firmly in front of her. She only wanted to check to make sure he was alright, that was all.

The door cracked open and she caught the flash of clear blue eyes that always reminded her of the ocean back home, setting within her a homesickness she always got when she looked at him, before the door swung open.

He set her with a frown as if deciding what to do with her. She felt her heart jump in her throat. He wanted to be alone, he doesn't want me here.

"Mia, whats up? Did you need something?" His features softened to curiosity.

She felt herself exhale knowing that it was visible, the tension that she had felt.

Kit could be alot of things, charismatic, mischievous and fun. The type of person who could act however he wanted and people would still love him. Yet he was always friendly to those he liked though, and it filled her with an ache she couldn't explain.

"Oh, I just wanted to see if you were ok you seem..distracted lately."

Even as she said it he was looking past her down the corridor, his gaze was far off and she knew he was lost in thought without her. His eyes looked tired as well and his hair looked as though he had combed his hands through them several times, she had noticed he did that sometimes.

"...Yeah, I'm fine I wouldn't worry too much unless light fixtures start trying to kill me on a regular basis." He flashed her a smile but his eyes left hers as soon as they met and he was gone again.

He was so far away now she wondered what she ever did to capture his attention, and if it was over already.

"That would be bad news for Luke. He might just kick you out if keep breaking the Academy." She joked, but he was already gone.

She felt her confidence falter, she had obviously misread their relationship. Just because they had shared a few moments in the past didn't mean he had any real interest in her after all.

Maybe Dru had more of a relationship then she previously let on, that would make sense. If that was the case then she really didn't need to be here.

"I'll get going then."

"Mia-"

She started to leave when he reached for her, rooting her in place. His hand brushed through her hair hanging over her shoulder, brown hair slipping through his fingers.

She felt her heart skip a beat.

She remembered that day by the tree. She somehow had found herself alone with him of all people and even seemed to be enjoying her company, wanted her company even. She couldn't even begin to explain her surprise when he leaned down and kissed her.

He was giving her that same look now, his eyes downcast and thoughtful turning his eyes a dark shade of blue like whirlpools, not even looking at her as he played with her hair.

How had she not noticed how distant that look was before?

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Ty descended the stairs a little later then most of the students that morning. It wasn't an accident but a conscious decision on his part to keep to his sleep schedule at the time he typically did. Afterall it would be bothersome to change it now if he didn't have to and as long as he ate breakfast quickly, five minutes or so he could afford the time.

Besides that there was the added benefit that there would be less people in the dining hall when he got there. He counted twenty six students yesterday but there was at least forty bedrooms if the Academy was built the way he assumed based on the architecture outside. And forty people was more then too much company, he ought to know coming from a big family and even they could be overwhelming sometimes.

There were people darting in and out of the hallway and dining hall, several students clearly still trying to finish their breakfast before they had to get to classes.

Ty considered this as he watched a boy with some peculiar discoloring around his cheeks, sun damage most likely, probably a new student from a more tropical climate.

Maybe he would adjust his timing by a few more minutes and cut down his breakfast time and eat on the go. Of course he could always wake up earlier but he found the idea more irritating despite the potential pay off of not needing to wear his headphones at breakfast.

Dru appeared to be waiting for him at the end of the hall, he assumed at least since she was just standing around until she saw him.

It only then occurred to him that she might have been expecting him to find her yesterday to say hello. He felt a little guilty he might have upset her, but those kind of things didn't occur to him. After all why should he be expected to go out of his way to find her when they would see each other soon enough anyways?

He smiled though as she walked up to him. He was excited to go to the Scholomance but he knew he was going to miss his family, especially Dru. They had become close over the past few years and he was used to his little sister being there when he wanted company.

He pulled her into a hug letting her hug her back for a moment before pulling away. He had started making a conscious effort to try to show his affection more than in the past, wanting his his family to know that he loved them.

He had learned that he may have relied to heavily on Livvy in the past to convey those feelings, the ones that she seemed to know instinctively about him that the others couldn't see. Without her there he decided to try to pay more attention to the areas he had unconsciously overlooked.

But then there had been Kit, brief and fleeting within that time, but he was there. Kit had given him something he didn't even know he was looking for, understanding and acceptance beyond his family. And he did more than that, he had made him seem special in a way he had never felt before.

Ty held on to that feeling. Even if Kit wanted to take it all back, even if he retracted those days they spent together in his memory, they meant something to Ty. And even in his absence he had turned it into something to help him move forward.

"Hello Dru," he said as a way of greeting.

She frowned, "I tried to find you yesterday. I was worried about you, you know."

So she was upset with him, "I wasn't injured, everything's fine," physically that was true but he wasn't about to go into anything else with her. He turned away to look at the pictures tacked up on the wall. There was at least six hanging up in the entryway and three in the east wing, twice as many as yesterday.

"Why are these pictures hanging up everywhere?" He asked truly perplexed.

"Oh, I think that was Kit's idea of getting revenge on Allen for stealing his witchlight."

That seemed like an unnecessary reaction for an easily replaceable witchlight to Ty.

Unless..

But that was far too unlikely.

"Why didn't you tell me Kit was here?" he snapped, his voice coming out harsher then he meant.

Dru bit the bottom of her lip, "would you have come if you knew?"

Ty considered this, it would be ridiculous to change his plans just because someone from his past would prefer him not to be here. But Kit would never be just someone to him.

"My being here doesn't change anything for Kit. He can do as he pleases, it doesn't have anything to do with me."

"Ty-" she tried but he cut her off.

"I have something I need to do." He brushed her off and headed down the west wing leaving her behind. It was best to keep his mind occupied with the present. The past had nothing for him now and he knew from experience the damage it caused to chase after what was already gone.

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Kit wondered into class in a sort of half daze. He had thought he was moving on, he had his own life now, his own family, his own friends and future waiting for him. Now his past slammed into his new life merging together like some sort of weird crossover from a comic book.

He wasn't entirely convinced this wasn't a dream yet either. He was still holding out to find out this was a dream like what happens in every supernatural themed tv show ever where the main character is trapped in a dream and gets convinced his real life was the dream all along.

Yeah, maybe that's it.

He watched as Dru walked in taking a seat beside Mia and Mason. Dru had passed her evaluation exams with flying colors and there for made into Class A along with Kit. There were four different classes, Class A, B, C, and D. A being for the students who were at exceptional levels academically and physically and D for the, well less the ept students. The rankings caused some inequality sometimes between the students in different classes but it was important to make sure everyone was on the same level for lessons. Especially considering that students often went on missions for training so students had to be assigned appropriately, for them and their teammates sake.

Kit didn't know that Mia and Mason knew Dru but he was glad she had friends. And they were both good shadowhunters and good people, less into competing and gaining the most attention like some other people he could name, and more focused on improving themselves.

He didn't know Mason very well but he always came off as a genuine albeit a little naive guy.

Mia he knew better, but thinking about her sent a wave of guilt mixed with confusion and other unpleasant things.

Mia caught his eye giving him a timid smile before letting her hair fall in her face like a curtain.

Kit turned his head to focus on the blackboard behind Ragnor Fell who was currently staring at the paper in his hand with a deep frown.

Ragnor agitatedly tapped the desk with his index finger muttering something under his breath.

"Where is Tiberius Blackthorn?" He asked the class, his eyes finding Dru's first before settling on Kit.

In fact everyone was looking at Kit. Great, so everyone thought he had some sort of connection with Ty after the incident yesterday.

Well he didn't.

"Why the hell should I know?" He crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair and setting Ragnor with a challenging glare.

Ragnor gave him a knowing look that seemed to say, "don't play dumb with me, I know better. I was there."

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Ty followed Luke Graymark into the farmhouse that sat just a mile or so away from the Academy. It was a quaint house that looked well lived in and more interestingly to Ty, littered with books.

"Again I am so sorry about the chandelier. I know that wasn't exactly a warm welcoming. I promise to take a look at all the lamps to make sure everything is assembled properly." He continued leading them through the living room, Ty taking the time to look at the titles of the books, as they reached the kitchen.

It was a small room with a backdoor and a little circular table just big enough for maybe two people. Luke motioned for him to take a seat while he got out a coffee mug and began to pour himself a cup, still mumbling about how the chandeleur had shown no previous signs of stress that he was aware of.

He noticed that the decor and choice of paint was very similar to that used at the Academy and wondered if Luke had taken it upon himself to be the interior decorator for the school.

"Would you like a cup? I've got creamer and even some Nesquik I think."

"No thank you," Ty replied placing the folder he had carried under his arm on the table, pulling out a few papers to show Luke.

Luke made his coffee and sat down across from Ty looking at the folder curiously.

"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

Luke and his wife Jocelyn were acting as an unofficial heads of the Academy, seeing as how the school was built on his land and he helped personally build it. Because of this he was the exact person Ty had come all this way to see.

"I want you to issue a mission, one concerning missing mundanes."

Luke appeared to be surprised, pausing for a moment before answering, "a mission? Why didn't you go to an institute with this?"

Ty tapped his fingers on the table. This was the part he hated, catching up people on his plans. He wanted to just get point where Luke would agree, seeing that Ty was right.

At least if he was being reasonable he would.

"The incidents are too spread out for one Institute to be working alone. It would need the cooperation of several institutes or a team with no prior obligations to work more extensively. A team you could authorize." Of course Ty had other reasons to request a team formed from the students at the Academy versus an institute, and that was so he could prove himself to the Scholomance.

"Alright then, tell me about the case," Luke said straightening up in his chair.

"There has been an influx in missing mundanes in more urban neighborhoods. Mundanes with the sight." Ty pulled out a map of the western hemisphere where Ty had taken the liberty to mark the areas of known disappearances. The pattern appeared to be random and varied across the map.

"Mundanes, especially ones with the sight, unfortunately go missing all the time. It's common for them to find themselves apart of downworld unprepared and usually find themselves prey to those who are looking to take advantage of them." Luke set his coffee cup down with a sigh.

"I believe these disappearances are connected despite the seeming lack of commonalities between the victims." Ty explained, "I've contacted Institutes responsible for investigating the individual disappearances and kept a list of the persons who were never found. None of them are older than eighteen."

Ty handed a sheet of paper with a list of names and the institutes that had looked into their cases.

Luke took the paper carefully studying it, "You have been very thorough."

He sounded impressed, though Ty had realized that someone being impressed with you was not necessarily a good thing because it means they underestimated you to begin with.

"Under eighteen.." He muttered, "Faeries maybe? But if they were making changelings then there would be someone left in their place."

"Exactly. One more thing, according to my findings these disappearances started approximately six months ago."

Luke looked up, and even Ty knew what he was thinking, the obvious connection to be made.

"You think this has something to do with the mortal instruments?"

"I do, but what I don't know is how. That's why I'm here and what I'm asking you to help me with."

Luke got up and poured himself another cup of coffee. He turned to face Ty, leaning against the counter instead of sitting back down. "If your right the Clave should be notified to decide what to do next."

Ty lifted up a finger, "first of all, I doubt the Clave would take this seriously without more evidence, which we could provide. Secondly, using students could be beneficial, they would be less easily recognizable then Clave officials while investigating downworld."

"Not to mention they would take the case out of your hands and I'm guessing you don't want that." Luke said making eye contact before Ty shifted his gaze to look at the mug in his hands.

"Your right, but a team comprised from the best students here would be just as capable as any other Shadowhunter."

"I suppose this would make for one hell of a final exam," Luke mulled over.

"Consider it a group project if you like," Ty suggested, Luke smiled as if he appreciate the sentiment.

"So, what is it that you want from all of this? To be apart of the team?"

Ty smiled now, "Actually I want to lead the team."

Luke chuckled, "You are quite ambitious aren't you?"

"I've noticed that when people say that it's not always a compliment despite the positive attribute." Ty noted.

"I meant it as a compliment, I promise, Tiberius. So do you have anyone in mind for your team?"

Ty immediately thought of Kit, he knew they worked well together, he had once known him better then anyone else. But he didn't know Kit anymore, or if any of that was still true. Besides, he knew that the reason he wanted him on the team was much simpler than that, he just wanted to see him.

But Kit would hate that. He couldn't force him to be his friend. In fact it was Kit who had told him to learn to accept things the way they were.

"No, I'll leave that to you to decide. Just chose who you think is best."

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Kit was lined up along with the rest of his classmates, including Ty who had reappeared while their instructor stood in the middle of the training room, his arms crossed and legs stood apart as he observed them.

Xavier Townsend was a broad shoulder and muscular man with dark skin and honey colored eyes that betrayed a warmth the rest of him didn't. His hair was shaved on the sides allowing for black curls to fall from the top of his head, one single curl falling in his face. Kit had heard that Townsend previously worked as a tutor traveling to different institutes to teach kids choosing not to attend the Academy in Idris.

Townsend always looked like he was ready for a battle, but considering he fought in the Dark war and against the Cohort, he probably was.

"Alright, today we'll begin with some hand to hand sparring matches as a warm up. Go ahead and pair up, I'll observe and switch up partners as I see fit," he announced.

The line dispersed as everyone immediately started pairing up with their preferred partners, already expecting the warm up exercise. Townsend put an extreme emphasis on hand to hand combat. In his mind, Shadowhunters often found themselves disarmed or unprepared for battle without a weapon or one they could use effectively. So, it was important to be able to use your hands as effectively as any other weapon.

Kit had paired up with Jake Whitelaw and was about to start his match when Townsend's voice cut through the light chatter, catching everyone's attention.

"Blackthorn! Take your headphones off!" He barked.

Kit felt a jolt go through him as he turned to look for Ty. He was standing there staring back at Townsend with his head held up in defiance.

"My headphones stay on or I don't participate in the lesson," he said simply as if he was giving the instructor the choice and not the other way around.

"You can't fight with distractions. This isn't leisure time, I won't ask again."

Kit instinctively made to move toward to Ty, catching Dru's eye as she moved at the same time breaking away from her partner.

"Fighting always has distractions, I fail to see how this is any different or how it's anyone's concern how I choose to train. It's my education if I can't fight as well as anyone else with these on then so be it," he defended, unfazed by Townsend's threat.

Kit expected Townsend to tell him to leave, that he blew his last chance.

But instead he just shook his head, "Fair enough, Blackthorn I'll train you how you want. But if this limitation sets you back just remember it's a limitation you set yourself," he warned.

But it wasn't really a warning because it wasn't a limitation, it was a necessity for Ty. Not that Townsend understood that. He knew he ought to be just relieved he wasn't pressing the issue but Kit found it bothered him just the same.

He relaxed, he didn't know what he thought he was going to do anyways. Ty didn't need him to protect him now. He never did really, that was just the delusions of of a stupid fifteen year old.

There was an eruption of whispering among the group now.

"Whats going on?" He heard a few people asking.

"Blackthorn's getting special treatment I guess. Dunno why Townsend doesn't just make him take it off." Jake answered back.

"Shut up Whitelaw or I'll shut you up myself." Kit snapped.

Jake did a double take, taken aback by Kit's sudden anger. He got along with pretty well with most of his classmates, even Allen, he had never really lost temper with any of them before.

"Herondale! Spar with Blackthorn here." Townsend said suddenly causing Kit to whirl around, meeting eyes with Ty for just a moment before he shifted his gaze.

He wanted to argue and tell Townsend to pick someone else, but that wouldn't accomplish anything other then convincing everyone he was losing his sanity, something he was pretty sure he was doing.

Kit gritted his teeth and walked forward as he heard the other sparring matches behind him resume.

He took his place without a word in front of Ty getting into a ready stance. It was a little bizarre standing in front of Ty in a fighting position, maybe because they had oddly enough found themselves in similar situations in the past like when they first met, or even the last time they saw each other.

Or maybe it was just because it was Ty who he still had no idea how to reconcile the fact that even in some small way he was back in his life again.

Ty stood in a defensive pose, his eyes focused on Kit's hands, his mouth forming a tight line in concentration.

It struck Kit how tall Ty was again, almost a head taller than him. His form was perfect too, even though Kit knew Ty didn't put much focus on combat training.

He was stalling, they both were, neither of them had made a move yet and it was starting to get the attention of everyone else wondering why they were frozen in place.

Townsend looked back at them noticing they had yet to start, "What are you wait-"

They sprung into action.

Kit jabbed forward aiming for the pressure point just below the ribs but Ty spun around out of the way. Kit ducked low expecting Ty to take the advantage to hit him while he was facing away from him, and swung his leg out hoping to knock Ty off his feet. Ty reacted instantly kicking his leg out of the way, jumping back to maintain the distance. His stance still in a ready position as he observed Kit waiting for another attack.

He was playing defense, refusing to go on the offense even when he had the advantage, Kit realized.

Anger surged through him. Did he think he was still the same weak kid that had never held a sword nevermind a seraph blade from before? Kit started attacking with more fervor, challenging Ty directly blow by blow, slowly driving him back as his hits increased in intensity.

He was filled with the same anger that had served him so well when he started training with Jem three years ago, letting his rage at everything and everyone burn through him.

Had he been angry at Ty all this time? He was so focused on telling himself that Ty was happy, that he didn't need him that he neglected to take a closer look at the burning hole he was forming in his chest at those thoughts.

The truth behind all of those thoughts, he was happy without me.

Kit charged him grabbing his arms as Ty reached out to defend a blow that wasn't coming. He pitched his weight forward as he let his anger take over, anger at Ty for never caring that he was gone while he was left devastated, anger that Ty never bothered to acknowledge how Kit felt. And even more anger at himself for letting Tiberius Blackthorn break him down to begin with, for never being brave enough to confront Ty about what had happened and that instead he chose to run away like he always did.

And most of all the terrible fact that it was his fault he lost him to begin with.

Kit pinned one hand down with his arm across Ty's chest while still holding on to the other one. He brought his elbow down stopping just short of hitting Ty's throat.

A ruthless reminder of their last confrontation, a silent dare for him to remember.

If Kit couldn't forget then why should Ty?

Ty looked up at him, breathing hard, his eyes blown wide in shock meeting his before he glanced down Kit's own throat. His face was angular, more defined than the boy he was remembering, reminding him they were in the middle of the training room with a curious audience unaware to the source of the tension. But Kit wasn't in the training room, he was in the shallows of Lake Lynn in Idris. Maybe he never really left.

Kit bounded to his feet, scared where else his emotions would carry him if he let them, and stormed out of the room, no longer caring if everyone thought he had lost his mind, clearly he had.

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Ty lifted himself up on his elbows watching Kit's retreating back. His breath was coming out heavy and hard to his own ears, memories like shards of glass stabbed through him as images rose to the surface. Kit on the ground, his mouth and shirt speckled with blood, his clothes wet from where they had rolled into the water in a tangle of confusion. He felt the impact again from where he had kicked him as he tried to get up, the injury Kit had refused to pay him back for. The thoughts he had back then still as clear in his head,

Not this.

Not Kit.

He never forgave him, why would he?

Words bounced back at him like an echo chamber. The words he revisited when he needed to hurt to ease the guilt, like retribution,

"I wish I'd never known you."

"I'll spare with you next if you want."

Ty looked up to see Mason Kinblade, long dark hair, longer then what was probably practical falling in his face as he looked down at Ty. His eyes angled and almost dark enough to match his hair.

Ty took his hand and let him help him up, "I would like that," he said trying to steady himself.

Mason's smile brightened, "really? That's great, I mean I'm not as good as Kit but I thought you did pretty good yourself."

Ty tried to smile back, he was glad Mason was Dru's friends, and if he was being fair, judging by how they got along in the past, his as well.

Ty stole a few more minutes letting Mason talk as he collected himself before he decided he was ready to continue, giving the empty doorway Kit had disappeared through one last look as if hoping to see him reappear.

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Kit laid on his back in bed tossing a tennis ball they used for archery target practice he stole from the supply room.

Options were running through his head as what to do next. Seeing Ty again had thrown him, only taking a day for him to completely lose his grip.

He could call Tessa and Jem and ask them to take him back home. He knew they would, that they missed him. It was strange to be so sure of something that used to be the center of every insecurity, the feeling he didn't and wouldn't ever belong to anyone. It was a rare thing, he thought, to have someone you knew loved you unconditionally without a doubt, but then again he never knew anyone like those two either.

He missed Will too, he adored having a little brother to dote on. He never even complained when he was left to babysit him, having someone look up to him like he was the solution to every problem was another thing Kit never thought would be something reserved for him. He sent silly pictures of himself to Tessa to show Will almost every day afraid that the kid would forget about him while he was gone. He was only three after all, how long did it take three year olds to forget people? Did they even have object permanence yet?

He knew though even as he pretended to weigh the option that he couldn't go back home yet. He already knew what Tessa would say. Well, sort of, she would say something super wise that only a warlock who has been alive for several lives and already dealt with angsty teenagers would know to say putting everything into clear and embarrassing perspective. And Jem would be so understanding and gentle that it would make Kit ashamed that he wasn't a stronger person.

No, he was done running away.

That was how he had always handled everything, when in dire straights you fold and bail before anyone realized you never paid your dues. That was what his dad had taught him.

But Jem and Tessa had taught him that there was always another way, to stay and fight for what you wanted and if that didn't work you made your own way.

Kit didn't know what he was fighting for yet, but he knew the answer wasn't back in Devon.

A persistent knock on his door caught his attention. He sighed catching the ball and tossing it to the other side of the room, getting up to get the door, already coming up with a hundred excuses as to why he couldn't talk.

"Sorry Mia, I can't really talk-" Kit cut himself off as he opened the door and realized it was not in fact Mia but Dru standing there.

She had her in one long braid hanging off one shoulder. She was changed into her usual clothes, a dark T-shirt with a blood splattered face on it and dark pants. She was even wearing little bloody axe earrings. Kit had to admit, though it wasn't exactly high fashion, Dru had style, even if that style was straight out of Hot Topic.

She had her arms crossed in front of her, her face was set in a glare already.

"What? What did I do?" He held his hands up in surrender, not wanting to find out what an angry Drusilla was like. He had a feeling it was pretty frightening.

"Mia?" She quirked an eyebrow, "please tell me your not dating my friend."

Kit picked at a spot on his chin, "Dating is a strong word for it. I would say more like casual acquaintances enjoying each others company less then casually." He ignored the tight knot of guilt that formed when Mia was mentioned.

Dru took a deep breath as if steadying her temper, " We can have that conversation later, I've got other things to talk to you about."

Kit felt something twist in his stomach, he had a feeling he wasn't going to like where this was going, "What about?" He was about to say a joke when she cut him off turning his expression ashen.

"You do still care about him. I saw you in the training room today."

He had half a mind to just close the door on her, but he couldn't do that, not to Dru.

"What does it even matter Dru?" He snapped, her expression changing for half a second at the sudden harshness in his voice.

"Is that why you left? Because you thought you didn't matter to us?"

Kit stiffened, she had figured it out in one guess what he had been to ashamed to voice to anyone.

"You did matter to us, to me, and especially to Ty." Her voice was softer now with understanding.

Kit actually snorted, "You don't know that."

"I know my brother, Kit. I remember what you two used to be like, I remember him sitting outside your door when you first came to the institute everyday, I remember how he only relaxed after Livvy died when you were there with hi-"

"I thought I knew him too!" Kit bursted, he didn't want to hear it, any of it because he knew it wasn't true, and he wanted nothing else but for her to keep talking until she convinced him otherwise.

But he couldn't be broken down by this again.

"None of that, any of that mattered in the end Dru! I remember too, I was there!" Kit took a breath, "whatever you thought you saw, it wasn't there."

She studied him for a moment,"What happened Kit?" She whispered.

Kit's hand clenched the door frame until he couldn't feel his fingers. "Ask him yourself."

Dru's eyes lit up, her hands turning into fists suddenly, "Don't you think I tried? He won't talk about you, to anyone! He doesn't even read Sherlock anymore. You think I don't know it's because of you?"

Kit felt like he had been slapped. Did he really stop reading Sherlock? Did he find something else to take its place or was that just one more thing that was taken from him.

It couldn't be because of him, it just couldn't.

"Just talk to him Kit, please."

"I...It's just not that simple."

"Why not?" She demanded.

Because he thought he was moving on, that he could move past that brief part of his life that by all rights shouldn't have as much of a claim on him as it did. Because when he looked at Ty he knew he could never run far enough away, Ty would always be there in his mind. That a part of him would always belong to the Blackthorns even if he didn't belong to them. And he just wanted to let go.

God why couldn't he just let go?

Guys I've got plots planned! I actually did an outline for myself Im so excited, be proud of me!