EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEH...(Backs up into a corner, curls up into a ball and cries) I'm so sorry, (sobs) this chapter was hard and I just couldn't find a way to tie a knot on it.

WARNING! Multiple time changes.

Please GIVE ME FEED BACK. I FEED OFF OF FEEDBACK.

Disclaimer: I OWN ABSOLUTELY...nothing. Only Andy and she's mad at me right now for creating a grotesquely long chapter.

ENJOY!

if you can...


The second Andy apparated onto the helicarrier her legs gave out. She just laid there on the ground and thought about what had just happened she was far to tired to get up anyways.

Well shit. She thought absently, Nikki's gonna kill me.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Andy could see Nikki stalking towards her from the corner of her eyes. "Hiya." She said weakly.

"Where is he?" He asked.

"Who ever do you mean, Nikki dear?" She said wistfully, still laying spread eagle on the floor.

" Andromeda." He growled out.

"Oh!" She exclaimed mockingly, "You mean that extremely nice man that was being tortured and tested on because of a genetic mutation that he inherited by accident?"

"He's dangerous and volatile, he needs to be locked up." He said in retaliation.

"Then what about me?" She questioned. "I could kill everyone on this carrier in ten minutes tops. But I don't. Do I belong in a cage?

"That's not what I-"

"Well it sounds like it." She growled out, sitting up and leaned her back on the aircraft behind her.

Fury glared at her, turning away he touch his com, "Maria, call all the headquarters, tell them to search for Dr. Banner."

"Yes sir." Came the response.

Andy closed her eyes and sighed as Fury continued relaying orders feeling something awful niggling at the back of her head. Suddenly it felt as if pins and needles were stabbing at her brain.

Shit, she thought. "Nick." She tried calling out weakly but he didn't hear her.

Well fuck. Andy thought as her vision was enveloped in feral yellow.


"You don't get." a different voice drawled behind him.

Fury froze, "Shit." He muttered, slowly taking his hand off the com.

The voice giggled playfully, "Turn around please Nikki."

Fury turned around to face the side of Andy that most didn't see.

"Hello Howler." He greeted stiffly looking into her feral yellow eyes.

Andy, who was now the infamous Howler, stretched, "Andy and I are tired and we need to rest so I'm gonna make this quick." She said in a sing song voice.

"Bruce Banner is now and will be under our protection." She said. "You deal with him aggressively in anyway and I will kill you." Howler pouted, "Andy loves you too much so she won't, but you know me." She shot a wide smile at him to reveal her, sharp teeth. "Always the aggressive one." She mused.

She yawned and sat back down again, leaning heavily on an aircraft, "You can sleep on it." She murmured before her eyes faded back to Andy's soft amber ones.

Andy blinked and looked around sluggishly her eyes fell on Nikki. "H-Hi. Hey look, a rainbow unicorn..." She mumbled sleepily before her eyes closed and her head lolled to the side. Completely asleep.

Fury sighed and made his way next to Andy, "Maria." He said touching the com at his ear and crouching down to Andy's comatose form, "Negate my previous order."

"Right away Sir."

Fury sighed again and picked Andy up, "Lets get you to bed." He murmured.

"Keep an eye on Banner though and note that now on the only agent for now to ever approach him is to be Andromeda." he continued through the com.

"Yes Sir."


December 24, 2007

Throughout the years Bruce had gotten himself into trouble with, in Andy's book, the infamous General Thaddeus Ross.

Fury, time and again has had to stop Andy from going to his house to murder the man and Natasha, Clint and Phil would have to think of some sort of activity for them to do to get Andy's mind off of the conflict.

However, Andy was; though she would wave it off, a little happy that Ross would give trouble to Bruce because it was the perfect excuse to visit Bruce again.

However for the past few weeks nothing has been happening to Bruce, he was being good, lying low and helping others along the way as he moved from one place to the next.

It was Christmas Eve an Andy was bored. She was staring at the ceiling, it was 10 pm and she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep for at least another three hours.

Andy reached over to her bedside table and took out a crinkled parchment with a world map sketched upon it.

The sketch then zoomed to Canada with two feet circling near a small area near a mountain with the initials BB under it.

Bruce Banner was in Canada.

"A quick visit never hurt anyone." Andy thought to herself. Jumping out of bed and putting on her cloak. "And Canada isn't that far away anyways." she reasoned.

She slipped out of her room and walked down the corridor with her broom in hand.

When she got to the top she saw Natasha and Clint talking to Fury and Phil.

Phil spotted her. "Hey Andy! Where you headed?"

"I gotta go grocery shopping." She lied. She internally kicked herself, she had gotten the groceries yesterday.

"You got groceries yesterday." He questioned his eyebrows dipping down.

"She probably forgot something. You know how she is." Natasha said looking at Andy critically. She knew what she was really doing, Andy glanced at Clint he knew as well.

"Thank you." Andy said, blushing slightly and flying off quickly. Not wanting to stay longer then she need to.

Deep down she knew she felt slightly guilty for lying to Phil...she also knew she was lying about that last comment as well because she lies everyday.


Andy landed in Canada in 45 minutes and she found the little safe house that Bruce had found refuge in.

Andy walked up to the door and dusted herself before knocking on the door. But the door creaked open and the house was empty.

Bruce wasn't there.

Shit. Andy thought wide eyed. Andy looked around frantically and saw a trail leading from the house and towards a mountainous.

Andy immediately followed the trail, How could something happen to him and I didn't notice. She thought viciously

He might be fine. Howlers voice came in response.

But what if he isn't?

What if he is?

Andy rolled her eyes, It is impossible to talk to you. She thought snappily.

Just trying to have a little fun. She drawled.

Shut up. She muttered aloud, jumping onto her broom and following the trail by air.

After five minutes of flying the trail stopped as it entered the woods but Andy smelled something else that continued the trail and it made her blood run cold.

She smelt gunpowder.

Okay maybe now you should worry. Howler said guiltily after a second.

NO SHIT. Andy thought.

Howler whimpered and didn't speak.

Andy shot forward on her broom and dodged through the trees frantically.

She landed when she saw a figure at the edge of a snowy cliff when the forest trees parted.

It was Bruce.

Andy sighed in relief as her shoulders sagged until she realized that she could still smell the gun powder.

She then heard a click. It wasn't a normal click, like the click of a car lock or a seat belt, but like the click of a guns safety being flicked off.

Andy's eyes widened in horror as she saw Bruce. Her own friend raise an arm as he aimed the guns barrel to his temple.

She tried to open her mouth to say something, to let Bruce know she was there for him, to tell him anything.

But it was too late, the sound of the gun going off was deafening.

Andy cried out as she saw Bruce fall forward.

Andy couldn't move at first, she was too shocked. But then she realized something, two things in truth; she didn't see any blood, and she could hear another's heart beating erratically.

Andy sprinted through the snow covered ground and tentatively placed a hand on his back.

"Bruce?" She whispered.

He didn't answer.

"Bruce?" She said, trying again but louder.

He groaned this time.

"Hey it's okay, your okay." She said soothingly.

Bruce convulsed and doubled over on himself.

Andy took a step back, "Are you okay?" She said. She mentally slapped herself, Why would he be okay? He just attempted suicide!, She thought.

Bruce groaned again, this time in a more guttural manner. He clawed at the ground as he convulsed again.

Andy crouched down next to him, "Bruce look at me." She murmured softly.

Bruce muttered something unintelligible before groaning once more and doubling over again as he gripped through the ground.

"Bruce look at me." She said again.

"L-Leave." He growled, biting back a moan.

Andy looked at him in shock with a hurt look etched on her face. "W-What?"

Bruce looked up with a pained expression, "Please leave. Run as far as you can." He bit out through another groan.

That was when Andy noticed Bruce turning green, her eyes widened, "Oh." She said.

If it wasn't for the situation, Bruce would've started laughing at her reaction.

But since he was about to erupt into a rage machine that was probably going to kill her. Laughing didn't seem like a fitting action.

"Okay then," she said.

Bruce felt Andy move away and he sighed, she would probably apparate away.

"CATCH ME IF YOU CAN." He heard Andy scream suddenly which caused his blood freeze.

He felt the Other Guy grin, breaking the last of his mental barrier and his back arched up in pain as acid shot through his system.

Bruce Banner knew no more as the Hulk gave a ear shattering roar.

...

"Shit, shit, shit, SHIT!" Andy said running as she heard Bruce, now Hulk, belt out a very loud roar.

"What do I now?!" Andy exclaimed.

Well first lets calm the fuck down. Howler muttered irritably.

"I am calm." Andy retorted ignorantly.

Good. Howler thought back, Why don't you talk to him, he's going to catch up to you sooner or later.

Andy rolled her eyes, "Yeah and while we're at it lets serve him some tea and biscuits." she said aloud.

Andy could hear Bruce/Hulk's thundering foot steps behind her and began to run faster.

She kept a pace in front of Hulk for about two minutes until she tripped over a rock.

This isn't good at all. She thought as she tumbled down a slope.

"Ow." Andy said as she tentatively touched a small gash on her forehead. She winced and wiped away some blood with her sleeve and then froze.

She turned around slowly.

The large, green, figure of the Hulk was towering over her, growling in irritation.

Andy brought up a hand, "Hiya." She huffed, "You caught me Big Man, you win." She said in defeat trying to distract him.

In all honesty right now Andy was afraid. Utterly afraid, she knew what the Hulk was capable of and for once she didn't have a plan. She always had a plan to either escape or to save someone. and now she had to wing it.

Just keep talking and distract him. Howler said.

"Soooooo." She began, rocking a bit on her heels, "You look like you eat a lot of spinach."

She mentally smacked herself, You are such an idiot. Howler hissed.

"I am what you are." Andy hissed back.

The Hulk have her a quizzical stare that made her stifle a laugh.

Hulk stared at the puny human longer, waiting for her to attack him. That's what other puny people have been doing, so she should be too right?

Andy stared back at him incredulously, "Don't tell me you haven't watched Popeye the Sailor man." She went on.

The Hulk gave a little clueless shrug, "No shit." She said as she conjured a chair nonchalantly and sat down heavily the wrong way around. "We're gonna watch it one day I promise, it was one of the first muggle shows I watched."

She held out a pinky and looked up at the Hulk expectantly.

The Hulk backed up and snarled poising for attack.

Andy leaned back in the chair and raised both hands in surrender, "It's my pinky, what the hell am I gonna be able to do to you with a pinky?" She questioned acting calm, when inside both she and Howler were chanting Shit, Shit, Shit...

Hulk's shoulders slumped and became even more intrigued by the human in front of him. She wasn't afraid o him.

"Now a pinky promise is when two people make a promise with each other, or a deal and then they seal the deal by hooking each others pinkies together." She explained holding out her pinkie again. "Now since I just promised you that we would watch some Popeye episodes I wanna pinky promise with you, so where's your pinky?"

Hulk gave her an incredulous look.

Andy stared up at him expectantly. "Well? I know you have a pinky it like the size of my fecking forearm."

Hulk wouldn't do it.

Andy scoffed, stood up and did the most stupid thing; she walked towards the Hulk and latched onto his hand.

Sort of, she more like jumped up and hung from it.

"Come on, relax your hands." She whined, as she clutched onto his hand,

Hulk shook his arm and she fell off, Andy scowled, "Jerk." She muttered. Standing up and dusting herself off again.

Hulk growled.

Andy mock growled at him back, slowly getting comfortable with, "Yeah? Grrrr. Back to you too buddy boy."

Andy sat back down on the chair and stared at him, "Sooooo, I don't don't think you actually wanna kill everyone like most of the public think, right?." She murmured after awhile.

Hulk glared at her and Andy looked at him expectantly from her chair.

"Hulk no want people to die." Hulk grumbled.

Andy smiled, "Knew it." Andy said in triumph.

The two then sat in uncomfortable silence. Andy frowned, "Was Bruce upset with me?" She questioned.

Hulk looked taken back and did an awkward head shake, "Banner like weird witch lady."

"Then why did he try to-." Andy pursed her lips and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I mean he did tried to take his own-" she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"I mean he could have called." She said helplessly, "if I had known I would have come to keep him company." She continued, finding now that she was extremely upset about the events that had just occurred.

Andy didn't realize that she was tearing up until a green blur was directly in front of her.

Andy gasped and wiped her eyes, the Hulk was looking at her intently.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't cry." Andy began muttering, "I didn't feel the need to kill myself, Bruce did because he's stressed and he thinks his life went shitty-" Andy trailed off when the Hulk gently wiped away one of her stray tears.

Andy sniffled, "American government is shit, you're too nice to be hunted down." She said as she tried for grin and failed miserably.

"Witch lady want to talk with Banner?" The Hulk asked.

"Please." Andy said, pecking him on the cheek, turning her hair curly and viridian green.

The Hulks face flushed a deeper shade of green but Andy didn't notice and the green mass slowly shrunk down to the scrawny doctor.

Andy watched as bones and muscles replaced and reformed themselves and even winced slightly at the sickly popping sounds that came with the change.

When it was all over Bruce laid on the ground wearing the remains of his pants.

Andy whispered Wingardium Leviosa and Bruce rose from the ground and hovered slightly.

"You are in soooo much trouble when you wake up." Andy muttered as they made their way back to the shed.

...

When Bruce shot himself in the head he had not anticipated Andy being there and he had not anticipated waking up later on in his makeshift bed in his rundown hut.

When Bruce woke up he slowly opened his eyes and groaned. He tried sitting up, Maybe it was all a dream. he thought hopefully.

"It wasn't a dream." Came a familiar voice across from him.

Bruce turned slowly to his right and found himself looking at a haggard looking Andy who had a folded pile of his clothes that looked fixed and patched with his glasses, unbroken and hanging from her shirt.

It was at this time that Bruce realized that he was only wearing boxer briefs and tried to cover up more with the odd abundance of blankets surrounding him.

Andy, without saying a word, stood up and handed his clothes to him. She walked to a far corner of the room and turned away from him to give him some sort of privacy.

When Bruce finished dressing he cleared his throat awkwardly and shuffled slightly in place.

Andy turned swiftly on her heels and walked up to him, slipping his glasses from her shirt and into his pant pocket. She then proceeded to boil kettle of water by tapping it with her wand.

"Andy-" Bruce began, Andy bristled, conjuring two cups and continued to ignore him.

Bruce tried again, "Andy." he said again.

The young witches' hair flashed an alarmingly angry shade of red. But it smoothly leached back the familiar sandy brown as she placed a tea bag into each cup.

Bruce sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

Andy poured the water from the kettle into the cups and she placed them on the piece of wood that was his sorry excuse for a table.

She then walked up to him and slapped him hard across the face.

The funny thing was that he didn't even feel the other guy stir in response.

Bruce winced, "Andy-"

"If you say my name one more fecking time I will hurt you." Andy snarled. Bruce noted that she didn't use 'kill'.

"How?" She began coldly, "can you just go and make the fucking decision to leave this world without a note or without talking to me." She raged, the house's little furniture and his equipment began clanging together and jumping around as if they were pulled by invisible strings. Andy looked livid with her hair turning a fiery red that was turning an angrier shade every few seconds.

"I mean I know it's your life and I know that your life went to shit because of what happened but what about..." Andy trailed off, and her hairs lightened in color slightly, she cleared her throat, "That woman that you like? Betty." She began backtracking.

Bruce looked at her face and then stared down at his feet, "or you." He murmured guiltily.

Andy blushed but morphed it away so Bruce didn't see, "and me." She nodded in agreement, her hair leaching back to sandy brown again.

Andy sighed and rubbed a hand over her face. She then took a teacup and pressed it into his hands. "Drink it you'll feel better I spiked it with butterbeer." She murmured. She then turned and walked to the couch and sat cross legged with her back against the arm rest, Bruce followed suit so they could face each other and they sat for a while in slightly more comfortable silence sipping butterbeer tea.

"Why?" Andy said quietly.

Bruce shrugged, "I just didn't see a way out of this madness. He's always there, Andy." He muttered pointing at his head. "He's always fighting, trying to get out and I don't know what will happen if I let my guard down." He held up a finger before Andy could say anything, "and I know your watching out for me but you have your own life, what if you get caught up in something or if Ross finds out it's you that's been keeping him from the Other Guy, he'd hurt you to get to me. So I just thought, wouldn't death be a better option then this reality?" He asked her with a broken smile. He continued, "But now I know that this thing inside me isn't going to let me die. This thing is going to rule my life for the rest of my life and that's that." He growled out at the end of it.

Andy pursed her lips and they sat in silence, "I'm going to show you something." She muttered after a while. "Now I'm going to relax and you are going to look into my eyes then you're going to tell me what it is you see and then I'll explain the pathetic drama behind me and everything." She said wistfully.

Bruce nodded albeit slightly taken aback by Andy's sudden change in attitude.

"Good." Andy said, as she took a good look at him. Andy looked slightly more upset then she was before, but before Bruce could ask any more questions Andy took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

Bruce watched Andy silently and saw her features spasm slightly. Bruce was about to call out her name but her eyes snapped open.

Bruce's eyes widened and he almost fell off the couch. Andy looked different, her features were sharper and she looked dangerous some how, almost murderous and to top it all off, her eyes glowed a feral yellow.

Bruce looked away and realized that he had held his breath slightly. When he found his voice again he looked at the different Andy who had been staring straight at him.

"Andy?" He said quietly.

The different Andy just look at him and cocked her head to the side.

"Andromeda." Bruce said, raising his voice.

"Sorry, that's not my name Jolly Green." The different Andy said in a tone that sent a shiver down Bruce's spine.

"You know I've always wanted to meet you in person." The not Andy began saying, "Ever since we were thirteen actually. So now I guess I can formally introduce myself." She purred.

"I'm Andy but not Andy. I'm human but not human. And I can kill just has many people as your Other Guy can." The not Andy shrugged, "Maybe more."

Bruce help back a shiver at those word.

"My names Howler, and I'm little Andy's dark si-" Not Andy, now Howler stopped and paled slightly,

"Shows over." She muttered, bringing her hands to her head. She groaned and Bruce watched as Howler's features softened back to Andy's features and soon she was soon panting and sickly looking, staring at him in horror with tears prickling in her now amber colored eyes.

"That wasn't suppose to happen." She said, failing to keep her voice normal.

"What did she tell you." She demanded.

Bruce was about to say something but Andy started muttering, "I'm sorry, I'm so very, very sorry. I probably scared you. It was a stupid idea, she always wanted to meet you so she took advantage and pushed through my other barriers to get to you. Now you probably hate me..." Andy's rant was drowned out when Bruce leaned forward and hugged her tight.

Bruce sighed, "For such a bright young woman you can be very stupid. I'd never hate you."

"Meh." Andy muttered but accepted the hug all the same.

"I'll give you an explanation now for my condition then." She said after she calmed. "Because you may not hate me but you're obviously wary of me." She said hollowly.

Bruce was about to deny but Andy just shot him a haggard look that just didn't look right on a seventeen year old.

Andy pursed her lips, "Well you know I'm a witch right?" Bruce nodded. "And me dad was a wizard and me mum was a witch with metamorphmagus skills. Ya well-" she cleared her throat sheepishly, "me dad also happened to be bitten by a werewolf when he was a wee, sorry, little boy." Andy cleared her throat and stood up to pace. "When I was born I didn't transform into a werewolf until my fifth birthday because it had something to do with cell incubation and blah blah blah..." Andy trailed off, "But I happened to be a special case because when the curse was pasted down it was pasted down as a quarter not a half." She explained, "I transform when there's a full moon however my werewolf is smarter than a normal werewolf. And I learned that over time that she's been learning normal human interactions and now knows just as much as I do now." Andy looked up at Bruce and frowned, "I lost you at werewolf didn't I?", She asked in a thoroughly amused tone.

"Pretty much, yeah." Bruce confirmed.

Andy grinned and sat back down, "Okay, so most of the creatures of the myths that muggles read about are real, you've got dragons, werewolves, fairies, pixies, the boogy monster but we call them boggarts, grindylows, hinkypunks, red caps, kappas, centaurs, hippogriphs,-"

"I get the picture." Bruce said before she could get any farther.

Andy blushed a little, "Right, so werewolves pass down their curse by biting others," Andy paused, "and they can't help it and they're all very misunderstood creatures." Andy added quickly.

"Anyways," Andy said clearing her throat, "She talks to me in here too." She said tapping her head lightly. "Never shuts up, only when I loose my temper and she also super charges my magic so I can preform more advanced magic then most people my age."

"A year or so after a war that happened in my world, in 1998, The Ministry of Magic; which is like the White House, found out about what I could do and harassed me and the people that were protecting me. Saying that I was a dangerous animal that needed to be put away in order to protect this new era of peace." Andy explained bitterly.

"They treated me like how you're being treated now." She said quietly.

Bruce looked down and didn't say anything.

Andy moved closer to him, "And it was hard to live with it all so I ran away like you did by faking my death."

Bruce knitted his eyebrows and Andy rolled her eyes, "I made a replica of me out of cloth and a small spell to make to make them think the cloth was me and put it in a burning building." She waved off.

They sat in silence for a while as Bruce thought about what Andy had just entrusted him with.

"Don't do that to me again." Andy muttered, "I don't want to loose anyone anymore. Do you understand?"

"I-," Bruce sighed and closed his eyes, "I'll try.' he murmured.

Andy gave him a small smile and cleared her throat. she stooped down and picked up a small knapsack that had appeared put of nowhere, she pulled out an old looking cookie tin. "Biscuit?" She offered Bruce as she opened the tin.

Bruce took one and nodded his thanks.

They sat there, quietly munching on biscuits until Andy glanced at her watch,

1:11 am

Andy smiled, "Happy Christmas Bruce." She said softly.

Bruce smiled back wryly, "Happy Christmas Andy." He replied and the two pushed past the ordeal of the day and chatted amicably amongst themselves through the early morning until they drifted peacefully off into sleep.

...

When Bruce woke up Andy was gone and in her place a note and a small box delicately wrapped in green wrapping paper and decorated with a scarlet bow tied around.

Bruce picked up the letter and read:

Dear Brucie/Jolly Green,

Good afternoon, because that's probably the time of day it is right now and it's definitely not because I slipped a dreamless sleep potion in your tea or anything because I know you get nightmares or anything cough... Anyways, I have now properly diagnosed you with loneliness, and because I can't be there with you all the time because of SHIELD I have taken it upon myself to give you a friend. She's a familiar that I found wandering in a village in the Amazons when you were there a few months ago and shes been living in Lavender Cottage for a while now. She's very smart and very loyal you'll love her.

Happy Christmas,

Andromeda N. Lupin

PS Don't let the muggles get you down!

Bruce smiled slightly and moved on to the box. He careful undid the bow and removed the wrapping paper. He opened the box, revealing a bronze whistle that was tied to a red string that he could put around his neck as a necklace.

A small note was sitting at the bottom of the box.

Blow the whistle you twit.

Bruce laughed and brought the whistle to his mouth and blew.

The whistle didn't really make a noise, it just sounded like wind coming though one hole and exiting another.

Bruce tried again but nothing happened. He pick up the letter in the box to see if he was missing anything but then a new note replaced the old one.

Now wait you impatient idiot. |:P

Bruce scoffed incredulously and waited, until a soft scratching sounded from the door.

The messages changed and Bruce read:

That would be No Name! :D

Bruce smiled slightly and went to open the door. When he opened it a brown and black mass of fur pounced at him and began licking him on the face.

The mass of fur was actually a dog, possibly a mutt, with chestnut hair staring at the belly that turned naturally into a dark grey. Her hair was straight but ruffled and shaggy and she was staring down at him wagging her tail in excitement.

"Hey there." Bruce said softly as he patted the dogs head, she barked playfully and nuzzled into his hand.

"Andy saved you from the Amazons huh?" he muttered, sitting up while massaging the dogs hair.

She barked in response.

"What name do you want?" Bruce asked her, testing to see if the dog familiar fit his definition of a familiar.

"Ann?" The dog snorted.

"Meg?" The dog rolled her eyes and Bruce smiled in disbelief.

"I'm giving you a short name just so we're clear and I'm not into names like Spot or Daisy." Bruce said feeling slightly silly talking to a dog.

The dog just looked at him as if telling him to get on with.

"Peggy, Pep, Pip, Anna, Jen, Cat, Taj, Harley." Bruce listed randomly and by the end of the list the dog was growling in mild irritation.

Bruce smiled sheepishly, "Sorry I'm not good at this." He told her.

The dog nuzzled him as if trying to encourage him to go on.

Bruce looked at her for a long moment, "How about Zen?" He asked finally.

The dog licked his hand and barked happily.

"Zen it is then." Bruce said standing up. He thought for a bit as he looked around his pathetic home and sighed. I should move again I've been for too long. He thought to himself.

"How does Rio sound to you Zen?" He said bustling around as he collected his possessions to pack into his backpack.

Zen didn't answer and he finished packing, he turned around to the door thinking that Zen didn't feel like going to Rio but was shocked to find Zen sitting patiently with his wallet in her mouth.

"Rio it is then." Bruce said more confidently, taking his wallet out of Zen's mouth, slipping on his coat and opening the door with his new companion trailing next to him joyfully.


SWEET. BABY. JESUS.

IT'S FINALLY DONE. I suck as a person.

I know don't kill me.

I actually kinda of sorta...HATE how this chapter came out. There were just too many fricken time changes and GAH.

But it has to be that way because i just can't make up shit to fill up a relatively interesting chapter so you, my lovely audience, can enjoy it without killing yourself of myself. eheheheeeeeeeee...

Anywho. Please GIVE ME FEED BACK. I FEED OFF OF FEEDBACK. pweeeeaaaasssssseeee. Pwetty pwease wiff cherrwies on twop. :D

ALSO. I would like to say that the next chapter will be set after Bruce gets blamed for...breaking...Harlem.

(It's okay Bruce it wasn't your fault.)

Ahem. K bye.