Hi!
Okay, didn't post straight away like I thought, but I did learn that I can procrastinate like no other. And that I.C.P is hilarious and makes Master Yoda FuzzyDeath late for work. :)

Speaking of, have you read her 'Relapse' yet? Her OC will one day rule us all so you'd be best knowing what she's like a head of time.
And keeping some mint choc-chip ice cream in your freezer. Just a heads up.

Sorry if this all reads randomly - this is the first day in years that I haven't had a single drop of caffeine. Aside from climbing the walls, it's what I imagine Pete Doherty feels like every Monday morning.
Disclaimer: I do not acknowledge that I in anyway know anything of Pete Doherty's life. Nor do I care. Oh, the story? Yeah, it's mine. Anyone want it? Star Trek isn't though.
The chapter is named after the song of the same title by the band 'The Living End'. It's a great song and I highly recommend giving it a listen. They're awesome live.


Throughout their time at the Academy, two things had soon been realised:

1. Starfleet Academy was not the place for a relationship.

2. Jealousy ran like water out of taps and blood through veins.

The Academy wasn't the best breeding ground for relationships. For hook-ups, the Cadets were mostly ripe for the picking, but for anything other than that, things started to get complicated.

Gaila and Jim were the two that everyone equally admired their tenacity and playfully abhorred their antics. Both were the Academy's point of reference for 'been there, done that' and whilst Jim kept his appreciation of the female form (although there were rumours that he'd hooked up with a girl to realise a little too late that she was a Xelian and all Xelians were born Hermaphrodites) to Cadets and local girls, Gaila had a vast appreciation for not only Cadets, but professors, ranking officers and tutors. There was a Vian instructor that none of the girls could look at the same way after Gaila dished too many dirty details one night.

There had been a few times that Charlie had stumbled across Jim getting hot and heavy with a girl, X amount of times that Heradee had ordered her away from their dorm for the night, roughly the same amount of times that Uhura had crashed with Heradee and Charlie because Gaila was entertaining in their dorm - swapping dorms and crashing with other people was more common than anything else between friends and after the first few weeks, Uhura had spent more time at Heradee and her then –roommates. Not to say that it didn't work out well: Heradee's boyfriend lived off campus so Uhura crashed in her bed for most of the nights that Gaila was "entertaining".

There was the time that Charlie been caught making out heavily with another cadet in the PADD lab and Bones, Jim, Neil and Gaila had burst in, she'd heard about it for weeks after. There were the numerous times that Jim would call Charlie or Heradee if he needed an out and was in a girls' dorm, they'd go up and rescue him, there was the time that Bones had nearly missed a surgery because he was in bed with some girl, there was the time that Ken missed a test because he had been tied up (literally) in another dorm, the X amount of times they'd faced each other's flings, girlfriends or boyfriends knowing that they would never make the cut much less be around for another meeting.

Bones had dated a girl named Nancy for a few months before that had ended which everyone had seen coming – she was a civilian who soon found that a relationship with a member of Starfleet, a Doctor of all fields meant that his days were filled with classes, nights filled with Medical Bay duty on campus and weekends spilt between seeing her and his friends. Clearly he had felt the same because after a particularly loud argument late on a Tuesday night in the San Francisco Fall he had broken up with her, citing pretty much the same reasons that went through her mind every time he missed a date or didn't return her messages.

Charlie had dated on and off, nothing really serious but that had suited her fine, she'd dated a Cadet with an engineering focus for a few months but from day one they both knew that it was nothing serious or life altering and Uhura had started "officially" dating Spock, the Vulcan lecturer that she had seen pretty much on her first day. It was a complete secret and Charlotte had covered for the two more than once, not that she minded. Having a Vulcan owing her a favour wasn't a bad thing at all and something that she planned to call in at some point. Heradee had a boyfriend who lived off campus and although they fought almost weekly for some reason it lasted until halfway through her second year. Still, within the crew it was a marathon romance.

Of course, the Academy wasn't a complete sex fest either - they played hard but it meant that it had to be backed up with working hard too. The battle grounds and flight simulations appealed to the adventurous and adrenaline seeking side of most Cadets whilst the classrooms bred geniuses who were more competitive behind a data pad and surrounded by PADDs than they ever would be in any other arena. Classes were stressful; training was strenuous - pair the two together with a bunch of over inflated egos with god complexes and suddenly Starfleet Academy became a cesspool of inferiority complexes, sheer stupidity, arrogance and flared rebellious streaks that were backed up by the smarts that Starfleet both harnessed and grew.

Charlotte Houston was one such girl. She excelled in all of her classes, put in a lot of effort to maintain her exemplary grades – often Bones would stop by the library after his shift at the Medical Bay had finished late to find her slumped over piles of research, either carrying her back to her dorm or coaxing her out of the library with the promise that everything would still be there the next day. She was a top student, was respected by most professors despite her last name (her father had quite a reputation as most of the Starfleet elders told her) and was a favourite of Admiral Archer's. He was one of the first Starfleet Captains and now taught at the Academy which Charlie both respected and didn't understand - he could have any job within Starfleet and instead was the head teacher of Xenopolitics. Sure, it was a great job and he was constantly going off planet and dealing with other Federation stuff, it just wasn't something she could get her head around. From roaming the galaxy to a desk job? Maybe one day she'd understand – for now, she got into heavy debates with him which usually ended in a face off from opposite sides of the classroom but hey, she got away with it and got grades that were as perfect as Archer gave. The few times that she was ordered to leave lectures due to her need to yell and scream and hatred of being proved wrong rarely showed in her grades or work so she was content to leave class forcibly every now and then.

There was one thorn in her side academically though, in the form of Lucy Kellaway. A Cadet like Charlie from a well known Starfleet family like Charlie, the girl was constantly nipping at her heels in class rankings and grades, trying to steal her thunder. There was a mutual dislike between the two that no one ever spoke of and face to face the girls were nothing but smiles... but anyone who knows girls knows that smiles really don't mean much at all. It didn't help that one of Lucy's friends and Gaila were constantly at each others' throats so to avoid drama, the two cliques simply steered clear of each other.

All until one cold February night in Charlie's second year. Scattered around the bar, enjoying a night off with no pretentions of stresses, Charlie glanced around the large room idly in an attempt to find the eyes of one of her friends, her eyes resting on Bones, who was wrapped around a brunette in the corner. It took her a moment to realise who... he making out with Lucy. She stopped breathing for a moment and couldn't avert her eyes, to see one of his hands pulling her hips closer to his, the other hand tangled in her dark hair... sure, Bones could kiss whoever he wanted, she'd dealt with him having a girlfriend for a few months as well as various other hook ups, but her? Gaila appeared at her side and followed her friend's paled expression, choking on her drink.

"I'm not that drunk but – is that...? Oh my god." She murmured and Charlie managed to pull her eyes away, trying not to look shocked or like she wanted to do any combination of scream, cry or throw up.

"I need a drink." She murmured and clearly the other girl didn't hear, her eyes narrowing to slits.

"Oh, hell no!" Gaila suddenly cried, diving forward off her chair and Charlie caught her, standing in between the, oh god, couple and a very pissed off looking Orion who couldn't wipe disgusted look from her face and was snarling.

"Hey. Hey! It's fine! He's free to see anyone he wants! We're not together! I'm single, he's single – yes, you know that I think he's cute but so what? Gaila, I think you're cute but it doesn't mean anything." She joked weakly, Gaila's eyes still burning holes over her shoulder.

"That's so low. Ooh, that is so incredibly low! Her?! She's a wench!"

"Gaila!"

"She knows it. Oh, I will cut her!" The girl started forward again and Charlie burst out laughing, holding her back.

"It's fine, I promise! Come on, let's get drunk and make out with random boys." She tried distraction but her friend was furious which was oddly touching.

"Apparently it's the theme for the night! Seriously Charlie, he can't do this! With her?! To you?! Come on, just let me go over there and make some cutting remark about how he's scraping the barrel with a cheap imitation of you. Please?"

"No! Gaila, they're just kissing. There's no harm in that! I'll let you go ape shit when we get the wedding invite, okay? Until then, let's just drink. Okay?" The two girls ordered shots and threw them back, to sedate Gaila and to get the image out of Charlie's mind, both glaring at the small glasses before slamming them down on the bar, now empty.

"Another!" Was the cry in unison and Gaila's arm linked through Charlie's, "Okay, here's the plan. We're going to get the hell out of here, find another place and proceed with the drunken debauchery. I don't want to be here if it's going to breed... that. Even I have standards. This one's on the house, right Joe?" She called to the bartender who dropped two more shots onto the bar and saluted, her eyes caught a point over Charlie's shoulder and she shook her head slightly, her eyes betraying a simmering anger. With a start, Charlie realised that she had made eye contact with one of the two people who were driving her to the bottle and pulled on her friends' arm, nudging her shot.

"Gaila! One, two, three!" They knocked them back and upended their glasses, the room spun slightly when Charlie stepped back but that was a good thing at the moment.

"Let's get out of here. Where's Heradee?"

"She's with some of the other girls. Don't worry about her, we don't need someone asking you every ten seconds how you are and telling you that making out with that adorable Cadet in navigation who you always wink at is a bad idea. I love her, but you need the devil on your shoulder, not the angel right now."

"I'm fine though!" Charlie protested as they started for the door but Gaila quickly caught her shoulder, spinning her around.

"Let's use the back way." She urged and Charlie felt her stomach sink.

"They're at it again?"

"Get a room!" Her normally polite friend roared as both girls burst out laughing, ducking through the bar towards the back door.

"Gaila!"

"Can't help it – I'm a make out heckler. If people are going to do it in public, no matter how drunk they are, I'm going to give them a review and a commentary." She replied with a grin, grabbing Charlie's hand and pulling out into the cold night air.

*******

Her feet ached almost as much as her head and when she managed to open her eyes, the small beams of sunlight that had managed to slip through the blinds felt like pins being stabbed into her eyeballs. Pulling her pillow over head as slowly as she could, Charlie tried to piece together the night before but any movement or any thought of movement made her stomach lurch. She could remember Bones and Lucy, clearly whatever she had consumed hadn't killed off the brain cells that had seen that image no matter how hard she tried, she and Gaila had gone dancing, drinking, she'd ended up hooking up with the blonde helmsman – slowly, she peeked out from under the pillow and felt her stomach lurch for all the wrong reasons as her brain woke up and she felt the unmistakeable weight of someone else in bed with her, felt the unmistakeable touch and heard the unmistakeable sounds of said blonde helmsman snoring peacefully. And they were in his room. Shit.

She slid out of bed and slid her pillow where her body had been, pulling on her clothes in record timing and trying to stay quiet as the helmsman flung his arm over the pillow and snuggled into it, she stooped to pick up her shoes and ran for the door, barrelling into the hallway and pausing to make sure that she didn't hurl then and there. Boy, did Gaila have a lot to answer for. As quick as she could, Charlie ran down the stairs (the turbo lift would be a disaster right now) to the bottom floor of the boy's dorm, wiping her hands over her face and trying her hair back to try and wake herself up. As she tiptoed out of the dorm building she heard a snicker and turned to see the two worst possible people, one looking delighted, the other looking ill.

"Well, well. Have a good night?" Jim asked and his delighted voice shot to the spot in her head that was pounding worse than any other, making her wince.

"I left my purse... just came back to get it." She tried and this only made Jim laugh harder. After a moment of complete humiliation she turned and headed back towards her dorm, the sound of Jim's taunting getting closer as both boys fell into step either side of her.

"Who was he?" Bones asked, his voice tight. She glared up at him and smiled tiredly, noticing that he didn't look hung over. Bastard.

"Who was she?"

"I slept in my own room last night. Alone."

"After we saw you with your tongue down Kellaway's throat, of course. Morning all! Sleep well?" Galia exited the boys' dorm too and wandered over, Charlie smiled legitimately.

"I put myself in your hands last night Gaila and you did not disappoint."

"Apparently neither did Helmsman dimples! Look at that bite mark! Damn, that is fine work... good colour, depth, size... " She murmured appreciatively, running her fingers over a bite mark that was apparent on Charlie's neck, the girl flushed scarlet and slapped her palm over the space on her skin.

"A helmsman? Really? I don't see you with navigation Tex. Try a different department," Jim told her, earning a glare from the other three people and having taken to calling Charlie 'Tex' after their first meeting when she'd said "Houston, as in Texas", for some reason it had stuck.

"There's plenty of weekends to do so," Gaila shot back and fervently, Charlie wished that the ground would open up and swallow her whole.

*******

He needed his coffee. Badly. He was standing and waiting for the replicator to do its work and give him some reprieve from this disastrous morning and when it didn't, slammed a palm into the terminal along with a few choice words.

"It's going a little slow today," A voice told Bones cheerfully from behind and when he had gathered himself enough to not throw the apparent morning person out of the Mess Hall and straight into a brick wall, he turned and glared at the small Cadet, a boy with parted hair and shined shoes.

"I hadn't noticed. Moron." He snapped before turning back and slamming his palm into the terminal again with a string of highly undignified words, seeing someone pass in a red shirt, signifying that they were a ranking officer in the engineering department.

"You! This needs fixing. Now." He barked at the ensign who looked perplexed at being glared at so ferociously in the middle of the normally calm Mess Hall. "Don't just stand there! Come here and fix this damn thing!" He didn't give the engineering dolt a chance to say anything but the other man's deer in the headlights expression told Bones all that he needed to know – that the Academy was being facilitated by this simple minded hick and plenty more just like him. He stalked out of the Mess Hall and towards Medical Bay knowing that the replicators would have to work there – no one wanted a handful of pissed off Doctors and Nurses coming off long, graveyard shifts without caffeine so whenever the replicators went down, there was an engineering team on their doorstep instantaneously.

He was mad and he didn't know why... well, he did but it had nothing to do with him. He blamed Gaila – that girl was a bad influence. Hell, she had slept with Jim for Christs' sake, what did that say about her sanity? And Charlie... he was at a loss for words. He'd drunkenly hooked up with Lucy Kellaway, but so what? Is that what Gaila was being snide about? He was a free man, but a free man with closeness to a girl should never have to see Charlie doing the walk of shame from, what was his name's dorm. What was it that Gaila had called the man whose testicles were soon to be removed? Helmsman... Dimples? Great, now the Orion girl was making cutesy nicknames. Just great.

In sick bay, he typed his access code into the panel on the wall in the staffroom to get a copy of the duty roster, his mind still whirring angrily. He was mad, yes. But at what exactly? He was Leonard McCoy, did he honestly need a reason to be mad? No, not really. But he was and he knew why and that made him even more mad because damn him, damn her, they were both free to do what they wanted with whom they wanted – why had Gaila given him the eye last night? Sure, she and Lucy weren't the best of friends, but so what? He wasn't friends with Helmsman Dimples and ... He needed coffee.

This replicator worked immediately and briefly, he wondered if he could skip his classes and stay in the Bay all day. He didn't have to answer to any of his friends and their social politics and knowing that Charlie had that... that bruise on her neck made him ill. How could she let a man brand her like that? He blamed Gaila. Then he blamed Helmsman Dimples and then he smiled when he saw that all of the Navigation crews were due for their physicals within the next week and felt the first twist of pleasure for the day – a simple dropped scalpel here, a simple misunderstood reading there and he could remove said dimples and have the sucker cut open across his surgical table within minutes. Or give him a simple case of Vulcan flu – nothing serious, just a few sweats and pounding temples for a week. And then of course, there was the excessive bloating.

Bones grinned to himself as the doors to Medical Bay swished open and a guy in Cadet Reds walked in, cradling his arm. Blood was clearly visible but it was barely anything, causing McCoy to roll his eyes. He hated it when people came into the infirmary for mere bumps and bruises. Why bother? What was he supposed to do? Offer sympathy and call the three hundred pound Cadet's Mom to inform her of her candy-ass son's scratch? No. He was there to patch up the people who got injured in real battles, not cure cases of food poisoning from one of the crappy restaurants and take out places that were based around campus.

"Gardener! The next time you don't plug in the tri corders, you're doing all the first year physicals!" He yelled across the infirmary that only had a handful of patients and the Doctor at the other end of his blast nodded.

"Sorry Sir." Technically, Gardener was on par with McCoy but the fact that Bones was a better Doctor than he was as well as being infinitely scarier made one man far superior to the other. They both knew that. Plus, the fear in the other Doctor's eyes restored some form of order to McCoy's universe.

********

Bones and Lucy Kellaway. Sure, he'd slept alone last night but Charlie had still seen them making out, trying to block the image from her mind but it didn't work, her eyes squinting shut a few times before she realised that she was getting curious looks from other Cadets in the gardens. Letting out a quiet growl and throwing her hair over her shoulder haughtily, she stomped off to her class, passing a replicator and punching in her access code with more force than necessary.

"Pear." She barked, fervently hoping that the computer wouldn't question her choice of snack, she'd once gotten into an argument with that mocking voice when she'd ordered a bowl of Cocoa Pops. But Vulcans ate pears apparently and of course, the computer knew better than to mock who was more than likely a Vulcan and the green, oddly shaped fruit appeared on the plate. She snatched it and stormed off again, narrowly missing a group of first year Cadets who were carrying a project of some sorts through the Mess Hall.

"Watch where you're going!" One yelled after her and she had an urge to hurl the pear at them but settled for flipping the bird over her shoulder, before turning to yell at them.

"Don't carry your fucking craft corner through here!"

"This is an engineering project, genius!" Was the cry back and she glared at the one who had the gall to talk back to her, fixing him with an unblinking stare, eyebrows raised slightly. He squirmed immediately like she knew that he would before she uttered a comeback, her voice low but cool as ice.

"Make your birdhouses elsewhere, children." She still glared at them as they hurried away, a slight smirk twisted over her lips. Hey, maybe Bones had something going with the whole 'fear me, I'm an ass' thing. At the thought of him her bad mood returned and clouded her sight, giving her the force to storm the rest of the way to her class.

She leaned heavily on the oak door of the lecture theatre that she had her next class on, letting it open and shuffling her feet along with it. Starfleet kept the building in his old, historical glory and the huge oak doors that covered the corridors along with the paintings of heralded heroes were obvious reminders. She was concentrating on the pear in her hand and heard a loud whistle when she walked into the room, snapping her head up and smiling at Jim who was laughing.

"Heads up Tex, you're going to bump into something." He told her loudly as she narrowly missed hitting her leg on the lecturers' desk at the front of the room, said lecturer looking up momentarily from grading papers.

"Cadet Kirk, keep it down." Even the lecturer sounded bored and Jim just shrugged, his legs stretched over the seat in front of his. Charlie felt herself grin – this was the class that she, Jim, Bones, Gaila and Neil shared and she looked forward to it. It was also the class that she had to do a lot of work outside of class for because she never got anything done in it. People were already sitting along either end of the row of seats that held her regular one so she walked along the row in front, stepping easily over the chair in front of hers and falling into the one next to Jim, knowing that Gaila would soon take the chair that she had just climbed over, Neil next to Gaila and Bones on Charlie's other side. It was their ritual.

"This isn't a jungle gym, Cadet Houston." A tired voice rang out and she settled herself, pulling out a data pad and resisting a smart comeback, settling for a quick smile to the harsh eyes at the front of the class before turning to Jim.

"Why are you here early? Everything okay?"

"Yeah, class before just let out early. I went to get some food but... well... "

"A posse of your discarded harem?"

"I think one of them knows voodoo." He grinned, taking her pear from her hands and taking a large bite before handing it back.

"I have to hand it to you – for all of your endeavours, you sure do end up with some crazies." She agreed with him, finishing her pear quickly and climbing back over the seat in front to drop the core into a bin, settling back into her seat as Bones and another Cadet stormed in, followed closely by Neil. It was clear that Bones was in a foul mood and stormed across the front of the room with long, quick strides, his eyes glaring harshly at the guy that he'd entered with. She couldn't be sure, but Charlie could have sworn that he was muttering under his breath.

"Everything okay?" She asked when he sat next to her; he tapped a data pad furiously on the edge of the desk that was folded next to his chair.

"People are fucking idiots, absolute fucking morons." He glowered, his eyes still glaring at the guy who was now sitting towards the front of the classroom with a few other Cadets, he glanced over his shoulder at Bones whose expression darkened even more with eye contact.

"You're an imbecile." Their friend snapped loud enough for the other guy to heard and the lecturers' head snapped up but he decided against saying anything. This highly amused Jim who let out a laugh at the entire situation, shaking his head. Apparently he wasn't the only one who had to watch out for voodoo and people he'd pissed off.

"Hey. What?" A firm hand on his forearm snapped Bones from the plans that he was mentally making of draining that incompetent idiot of all of his blood and he switched his glare to Charlie who looked slightly worried. She moved her hand and it rested gingerly in her lap, folded tightly with the other and he wondered briefly why she looked uncomfortable, a thudding pain in his chest that he had learned to ignore at her touch.

"Neuorsciences just then? That idiot turns off the neural impulses and nearly kills one of our projects." That was the tip of the iceberg but relaying every detail of the sorry excuse for a Doctors' monumental cockup wasn't something that he wanted to list right now. They both had a shift in Med Bay afterwards so he could go through it with said imbecile then, when he'd had a chance to mull over it and wasn't going to randomly burst into insults with every second word. Every fifth, possibly, but second was excessive.

"By projects you mean nurses?" Jim asked with a sly grin and McCoy rolled his eyes, raking his hair off his face and shaking his head at his friends' one track mind.

"No nurses were hurt in the making of my experiment."

"Thank god. Some of them are nice finds." The fact that Jim looked visibly relieved made Charlie laugh quietly, waving to Gaila who bounced in and smiled lecherously at the professor. That action made Charlie drop her hand, rolling her eyes – sitting near Jim and Gaila, she felt like she needed a hazmat suit.

"You mean hinds."

"Don't encourage him." Bones muttered and the two quickly exchanged watery smiles as Gaila flopped into her seat in front of Charlie and next to Neil.

"Hi darlings! So, are we on for tonight? There's a party off campus – look!" She squealed as she unfolded a flier and held it up, Jim snatched it.

"For a college party? Really Gaila, that's a little below Academy standards, isn't it?"

"Whoa, look out – Jim Kirk is suddenly a party snob. Are you feeling okay, honey?" Was the comeback as the Orion girl reached up to press a hand to Jim's forehead, he batted his eyelashes at her.

"Trying to feel me up?"

"Throwing yourself at me again?"

"How about you two play nice? I'm in. Bones?" Neil asked, used to playing referee when things started to escalate, the Doctor shook his head.

"Can't. I've got plans." He looked uncomfortable and Charlie frowned at him, tipping her head to the side slightly.

"Med Bay?"

"After this class. No, I've, uh... got a date." He mumbled and it caused the other four of his friends to turn to him, Jim held his hand up over Charlie's head for a high five.

"My man! Is she hot? Is it that cute nurse that just came back from Vulcan? If not, can you hook me up?"

"Damn it Jim, I'm not your pimp! No it isn't. Now drop it." He hated being in this situation - he was sitting next to Charlie for Christs' sakes. It was just weird.

"Who is she?" Neil asked, completely ignoring Bones' instructions to stop talking about it and receiving a narrowed pair of hazel eyes that looked as though they could tear him to shreds for posing such a question.

"Yeah Bones – who is the lucky lady?" Gaila's voice was light and its usual musical tune but Charlie could hear the slight tightness as she spoke whilst she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole for the second time that day. Not that Bones wasn't free to date, he was, but... it was just not something she liked to hear. However, she was intrigued to see who had booked an exclusive audience with her Doctor though the sinking feeling in her stomach was waiting simply to be proved right.

Gaila was unearthing the competition and would more than likely have a plan devised by the end of class how to eliminate the threat. It was the way it had gone in the past and Charlie had shot down any plan that involved her being other than completely cool with the situation but bless her, Gaila never failed to try.

"Lucy. Lucy and I are having dinner." McCoy finally relented and Charlie felt like she'd been slapped in the face and it took a moment to get her features under control and arrange them into a mask that said that it didn't affect her.

"Lucy Kellaway? She's cute." Jim mused and Gaila's eyes quickly met Charlie's and she managed a small giggle though both girls knew that it was forced.

"You're right. She is very cute. Have a good time; we'll fill you in on everything that happens at the party tonight."

"Please don't."

"Nonsense! You don't want to know about how many girls slap Jim when he makes one of his lame lines at them? How many frat boys Neil can out drink? How many cute college boys make a move on Charlie?" She asked innocently and Charlie burst out laughing, more at her friends' gall than anything else.

"No, I'm good without those facts Gaila. Thanks anyway." McCoy's voice was tight now and the girl shrugged, turning to face the front as the lecturer stood, before she quickly leaned back, looking up at the row of Bones, Charlie and Jim upside down.

"We're going to have to beat them away with sticks, Charlie! It's going to be hilarious!" She grinned wickedly before lifting her head. Charlie laughed to herself and tapped her datapad thoughtfully, shaking her head again. Cadet Kellaway? Oh, how much she hated that sorry excuse for a female.


Authors Notes:

Sorry, it was a little long. I hated writing this chapter, it was in pieces and.. ugh. But it had to be done. On the upside, Gaila went a little ghetto - she's fastly becoming my favourite. Anyhoo, on with the good stuff!

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