"Uuurp…" I burped into my hand, my cheeks slightly pink as Joyce looked at me with wide eyes, having halted her approach to the dining room table. "Sorry." I whispered. She snorted, letting out a light chuckle. "Hey, it's been five years since I've had real pancakes like that." I snapped indignantly, making her grin wider. "And Klare can't cook for shit, you know that…" I added with a grumble as Joyce sat opposite me.

"It's alright Damon, I forgive you for having a body that works properly." She said teasingly, making me huff. My eyes widened as she placed a familiar black book on the table. "Seeing you again, it made me remember so much." She said, opening the book. "I know these pictures don't measure up to your work Damon, but…" She trailed off, flipping through the pages, showing all of the pictures.

"Most of my favorite photographers probably take photos like this." I responded, a warmth filling me as I saw all the photos of Chloe and I together as children. "Wow, it's so hard to believe Chloe and I were so blonde back then." I said, smiling widely.

"You had less of an accent then as well." She reminded me, making me chuckle. "Seems England fixed it up." She noted.

"Something I do not regret, I guarantee you." I told her. "Ah do dee-clay-a, yo peeps messed up mah home lingo." I teased, making her laugh. Joyce's Southern accent was always a source of laughs for all of us back then, even for her. Chloe even had a little bit of one way back when.

"Alright, alright, you made your point." She chuckled. "Just between you and me, Chloe still lets out her accent when she's half-asleep or drunk." She whispered. I grinned widely. Oh, I am so getting some major mileage out of that one. As Joyce flipped through another page, I saw a picture of her and David.

"I've never seen David that happy before." I said, seeing the bright smile on the man's face in the photo as he held Joyce in his arms. "Usually, he has this displeased scowl, like someone skimmed the milk in his coffee." I said, making Joyce roll her eyes.

"David wants us all to be happy, he's just not good at showing it." She told me

"You don't have to tell me." I said with a soft sigh. Still, I have to admit that I partially blame David for Kate ending up where she is now. "Wow, so that's Rachel." I said as I saw a picture of Rachel and Chloe. In the photo, Rachel was wearing the jacket I currently wore. She really was beautiful, I have to admit she looks like my type. Then again, she gives the impression of trying to be everybody's type. "I don't this jacket looks as good on me as it does on her." I said jokingly, making Joyce release a small chuckle.

"You have your own cool style Damon." She told me, flipping the page again. My eyes widened as I spotted a particular photo.

"Holy hell…" I whispered. It was a photo of Chloe and I back when we were tweens, 14 years old, the day William died. We had our arms around each other's shoulders, bright smiles on our faces. My hair was shorter back then, and so fucking blond. It's actually kind of embarrassing. Chloe, on the other hand, had long hair going down her back, strawberry blond, not the golden blond like me. We looked so happy. "I remember this photo…" I said under my breath.

"The last picture William ever took." Joyce whispered sadly. "He had his car out right after this, and…" She trailed off, shaking her head.

"I know." I stopped her before things got too much for her. "I'm so sorry." I said, crestfallen.

"I didn't show you this to be morbid Damon." She told me softly, smiling. "In fact, I want you to have this." She said, pulling the photo from the album. "This was when my baby was so full of life and light. She was so positive and hopeful." She sighed longingly. "Everything she isn't today. It was the last time I saw her truly happy." She said as I took the photo. I couldn't help looking at it with soft, sad eyes.

"Hey, you guys have a bonding session about how fucked up I am?" Chloe suddenly asked out of nowhere, having come down the stairs, wearing her usual outfit, but without the beanie or jacket.

"Narcissist much?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, earning a flip off.

"Damon's right Chloe, it's not always about you." Joyce said to her daughter scoldingly. "It's too early to start a fight, please eat instead?" She asked tiredly as Chloe walked up behind me.

"I'll keep the warden busy while you go peak in the garage." She whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes, selling the illusion to Joyce that it was some kind of quip or jab at her or David.

"Now stop whispering, or I'll know you're talking about me." Joyce said scoldingly.

"Stop being so nosy mother." Chloe scoffed, taking a few steps around. "I can't do anything around here without everybody getting up in my shit!" She scowled. She really plays the part of bratty, rebellious teen well, doesn't she?

"No one can even joke with you when you fly off the handle like that." Joyce returned, her brow furrowed.

"I'm not going to get in the middle of this." I said, standing up. "Call me when she's calm." I said to Joyce, jabbing a thumb in Chloe's direction.

"Sure, run off and hide when you should back me up!" Chloe snapped in my direction as I walked off. She fell into the chair I had been sitting on with her arms crossed, a perfect bratty-teen look on her face.

"That's not what best friends are for!" I returned loudly. She flipped me the bird again as Joyce stood up, walking towards the kitchen. When she couldn't see me, I quickly and quietly slipped into the garage. "Alrighty then, let's see what Step-douche has hidden on his computer." I said to myself, smirking. Time to let my computer skills shine once more. Clicking my fingers, I got to work. I brought out my own laptop from my laptop bag and connected the two devices with a cable. After that, it was a simple case of using a basic password recovery program, and voila; David's password was displayed on my laptop. It was a date; November 27th, 2008. The day he met Joyce, I'd wager.

Anywho, after putting my laptop away, I scrolled through all the files on David's PC. There was one labelled 'RACHEL AMBER PROFILE.' Giving credit where it's due, David is certainly a good organizer, as well as an info gatherer, even if said info comes from his stalking. It said that Rachel was cutting classes, was caught in possession of various drugs, avoided her dorm, and…

"Oh dear…" I whispered, seeing the picture that showed. It was Rachel, kissing Frank, just outside of his RV. The picture was taken at a distance, and Rachel's back was to the camera, but I doubt that the position they were in was a simple hug or anything like that. "So Rachel was bonking with Frank." I frowned. No way Chloe knows about this. "Question is, why does David care?" I asked myself. Frowning still, I flipped through the files, finding more profiles, namely of Kate, and myself. I was angry. This guy had pictures of me, my car, my class schedule, the works. He needs help, he really does. I plan on raging at him, really lashing out with my words, once I get him alone. Rather not do that in front of Joyce. Shaking my head, I pulled out a flash drive and downloaded as many of his files as I could. Ejecting the drive, I pocketed it and locked the computer, walking back into the dining room, finding Chloe at the table, and Joyce back in the kitchen. I was behind Chloe and about to speak to her when the front door opened.

"David! You're back already?" Joyce was pleasantly surprised, but her smile fell when she saw the scowl on his face. Case in point to my earlier statement.

"I have to take a nap after writing up vandalism reports last night." David responded in a strange mix between a grunt and a groan. Clearly, he's quite tired.

"What happened?" Joyce asked, crossing her arms. She sent a subtle glance towards Chloe and I, knowing we arrived her last night quite late. Shit, she suspects something.

"Some little shits broke into the swimming pool." David grunted, finally noticing me as I sat next to Chloe at the table. "Figures you'd be here." He scowled. Again, case in point. "Is that your Rachel Amber Halloween costume?" He asked, gesturing to the shirt and jacket I wore.

"Good morning to you too, David." I gave a sarcastic smile, along with a flip of the bird. He scowled again. Was I wrong about the scowl? Note the sarcasm.

"Must be nice to be suspended and having some free time away from Blackwell." He spat as I stood up. We each stepped closer to each other.

"Time off from you, Wells, Prescott, and Jefferson? Quite." I responded snidely, earning a sneer.

"Can we not do this, please?" Joyce pleaded. "Damon, hold the lip. David, stop threatening students!" She said scoldingly.

"He threatens them with surveillance cameras so he can spy on them, like he spies on everyone here!" Chloe piped in. Ok, I'm starting to see why Chloe and David don't have the best relationship… It's not just because he's a paranoid ass.

"Don't. Start. Chloe." David growled through gritted teeth. "Not now."

"I'm always starting shit, aren't I?" Chloe shot back, crossing her arms. "You're a complete paranoid David." She spat.

"Not. Now. Chloe!" David hissed. Maybe he's right…

"You used to call me a loser for getting kicked out of Blackwell. Well who's the loser now David?" Chloe asked tauntingly. "Between your investigations into Rachel and Kate, what have you done besides get into trouble?" She asked, a cocky smirk on her face. "Who haven't you accused or harassed?" She added as an afterthought.

"Besides Nathan Prescott?" I added. "Shite." I facepalmed. "I need to learn to control my big mouth." I grumbled.

"That makes two of you." Joyce snapped, turning her glare to Chloe.

"Chloe." I piped up before Joyce could speak. "Perhaps Step-wanker is right when he says we shouldn't start anything." I told her, earning a betrayed look. Shit. "After all, we have a lot to do, we don't need him taking up our precious time." I added, making Chloe grin and David growl.

"You need to learn to show respect Pommy." David spat at me.

"I've always had a great deal of respect for combat veterans, but after what has happened here and at Blackwell, any respect and trust I had for you has been thrown out the window." I shot back.

"Is this about Kate Marsh?!" He demanded, stepping into my personal space. "You don't know what you're talking about Brat!"

"David, stop." Joyce spoke up firmly. We both ignored her.

"I know that Kate was bawling her eyes out as she stormed towards the dorm, and instead of helping her, you took photos of her." I growled.

"What?" Joyce gasped, glaring at her husband.

"And when she was spiraling down into the darkness before, you threatened her, treated her like a suspect, when she was a victim." I spat. "And to top it all off, you have any number of files on Rachel, Kate, and myself on your computer." Joyce gasped again.

"David, what is he talking about?" Joyce demanded. I didn't let him reply.

"You are a good security officer David, but your obsession with combat and war has distorted your views." I told the sergeant. "You need to get it through your head that the war is over. There aren't any Commies, Iraqis, or Russian war lords hiding in your closet! You're a security officer, not a fucking spy!"

"I won't have you telling me how to do my job!" He yelled, delivering a swift backhand to my face.

"Damon!" Chloe exclaimed, giving David a death glare. "What the hell is wrong with you Asswipe!?" She yelled.

"David!" Joyce snapped at her husband, who wore a wide eyed, guilty face. Before either of them could speak up, I held a hand up to stop them, not making eye contact with anyone.

"Damon, I…" David trailed off, his eyes wide as he looked at his hand. "I didn't… I…" His breathing was heavy, but that didn't stop me from my next course of action. I took a single step forward, and looked David in the eyes, a dark look in my own silver orbs. Before anyone could say anything, I swiftly grabbed David by his wrist and spun around 180 degrees. Before anyone knew what had happened, I had brought David's arm, down on my shoulder, snapping it. "Arg!" he cried out in pain. OK, I didn't really break his arm. It was probably just a fracture, since I don't want to do too much damage.

"Holy fuck!" Chloe gasped as I spun around once more, pulling on David's now wounded arm and pushing the side my hand into his neck. Nobody moved, or made a sound, except for David breathing heavily.

"Let me make this clear to you David." I said, my tone dark enough to send a shudder down Chloe and Joyce's spines. "You might be a soldier, but I'm a warrior." I said, a deathly calm in my tone. "Put your hands on me again, in fact, you threaten anyone, ever again, be it Chloe, Kate, or any Blackwell students, I will make you wish you were back in the sandbox, do you understand me, Soldier?" I asked, adding the last word mockingly. He didn't respond, so I squeezed his fractured wrist. "Do you understand?" I asked darkly.

"Yes sir." He breathed out. Satisfied, I let go of him, and he immediately took in a deep breath, clutching his wounded arm.

"Good." I told him, turning to Joyce, who was looking at me with wide eyes. "Thank you for letting me spend the night, and the wonderful breakfast, Joyce." I said to her, much calmer. "I better leave before I turn you into a widow again." I told her, walking off. Grinning widely, Chloe followed.

"Dude, that was awesome." She whispered as she slipped her jacket on. We'd stopped just in front of the front door. "You better not rewind that." She told me firmly.

"I won't." I told her, my tone void of emotion. If she noticed, she didn't say anything. She slipped on her beanie, grabbed her keys, and I opened the door. As Chloe left, Joyce approached.

"Damon." She said to me with a sigh. "I'm sorry you had to go through. This is not what David is usually like, I swear." She told me. Sincerely.

"If you saw him at Blackwell, you'd think differently." I told her with a huff.

"I'm not having this argument with you Damon." She sighed tiredly. "I'll be taking David to the hospital now. Rest assured, once they've taken care of him, he will be punished." She promised. I rolled my eyes.

"I just broke his arm, I think that's punishment enough." I told her, surprising her. "Just make sure he knows that I don't make empty threats." I told her, walking out the door after Chloe, not giving Joyce a chance to respond.


Chloe drove her truck along the road, smiling widely the entire time. I knew she and David didn't get along, but I didn't think she would take this much joy in seeing David physically hurt like that. As soon as we were off, what I had done finally sunk in, and I felt like shit. I just stooped down to a level I promised I would never fall to. Sensei would be furious if she saw what just happened. Goddammit…

"Dude, why the long face?" Chloe asked, nudging me. "You just took David down a peg! You should be smiling!" She said with an eager grin.

"Forgive me if I don't find breaking a man's arm a reason to smile Chloe." I said dryly.

"Dude, you alright?" She asked. I didn't answer immediately. "Damon?"

"When I was 16, I was exactly where you are. Weed, hellraising, bad crowds, etc. One day it got too much, especially with all the others at school treating me like an outcast because I was raised in America." I told her, catching her attention. "I got clean, but I was filled with all this need to... do shit, so Klare signed me up for an MMA dojo." I sighed. "Those first few months helped, the instructors were good, but it stopped being enough eventually. So, the owner decided to train me herself, personally, privately." I turned to Chloe. "She made me promise that I would never use what she taught me to harm someone out of spite. And you know me Chloe, I don't make promises lightly. I just broke that promise to my Sensei, a martial arts Master who helped me out of a really dark time." I sighed. "So yeah, even if the man I hurt was a douche, I still feel like shit." I told her, looking out of the window.

"Damon… I…" She trailed off, not knowing quite what to say.

"Forget it Chloe." I told her, sighing again. She wouldn't understand. "Anyways, I think you should know, I found things on David's computer about Rachel." I said, frowning as I recalled Rachel's profile. "It seems she and Frank were involved, and I'm not talking about drugs." I explained.

"You can't be serious." Chloe scoffed, finding the idea preposterous. "She was probably posing to tease him, or to get more from him for less." She told me.

"Who are you trying to convince, me or yourself?" I asked of her, earning a glare. "Alright then, why don't we investigate Frank's RV then?" I suggested as we approached Two Whales. Frank's RV was in the driveway. Perfect.

"What's that gonna prove?" Chloe asked as she parked in the driveway as well.

"Well, if Frank had Rachel's bracelet, what else would he have?" I asked.

"For his sake, it better be nothing." Chloe mumbled darkly.


After finding a parking space where Frank couldn't see us, Chloe and I devised a plan to get Frank's keys. She mentioned that Frank sometimes gets so wasted he forgets to lock the door, but that was not the case this time unfortunately. Not to mention his dog, Pompidou apparently, was in there, barking his ass off at the moment he heard us trying to open the door. So, whilst Chloe scrounged through the rubbish to find a 'scooby snack' for the mutt, I entered the Two Whales Diner and sat at one of the high chairs, focusing on Frank. From what I could tell, he kept his keys in his jacket pocket.

I began to think about how I could get them from him. I also hoped with everything that Nathan, who was also here for whatever reason, would not notice me. I could try to just attack Frank, grab his keys, and rewind, but there was a Policeman here, so I'd rather avoid his notice. I could talk to Frank and keep him distracted, but that idea doesn't sound like it'll do any good, since I can't get get to his keys from the other side of the booth.

Then, something came to mind.

When I was at the bottom of the dorm, and Kate was about to jump, I somehow froze time. Maybe, just maybe, I could do that again? Usually, when I rewind, I clench my right fist, and it happens. However, when Kate was about to jump, I had my left fist clenched. I didn't think to much of it back then, but… Maybe I can work with this… If I can freeze time again, I can take Frank's keys without him even knowing I was there. Yes, that could work. Provided I can pull it off.

So began about half an hour of focusing, trying to freeze time, and rewinding every time someone tried to talk to me. Eventually, however, I started to feel the same feeling I did when my power exploded back when Kate almost jumped, and when I opened my eyes, I had to whoop in excitement. Everything was frozen! Grinning, I carefully got up from my seat and made my way to Frank, being careful, hoping, even praying, that time wouldn't carry on without my say so. I managed to get the keys, and made my way out of the restaurant. Grinning, I let time continue, and let out a sigh of relief as the strain on my body failed, Looking at the keys in my hand, I smirked and made my way back over to Chloe, who had found a bone to lure the dog away.

"Somebody order a set keys?" I asked, holding the keys up.

"And Doctor Damon Doom strikes again." Chloe grinned.

"You have the bait?" I asked. She nodded, holding the bone up. Nodding back, I set the key in the keyhole and got ready to open the door, my focus on Chloe. "Ready?" I asked her, earning a nod. "One…" I said.

"Two…" Chloe continued.

"Three!" We said in unison as I opened the door. The dog burst out, right at Chloe.

"Get the snack Scooby!" Chloe said to the dog, throwing the bone into the parking lot. Pompidou immediately chased after it. "Check it out, we made the dog our bitch!" Chloe grinned, making me roll my eyes.

"Another groaner, Chloe." I said dryly.

"Screw you! I'm funny!" She said defensively.

"Regardless, we should get in, snoop, and get out. I don't want to give Frank any time to find us." I told her.

"Good call." She agreed. As soon as we entered, I had to grimace. This place did not smell pleasant. There was a mixed aroma of mildew, mold, and marijuana. Yeah, not great. "Jeez, and I thought my room was a shithole." Chloe mumbled, seeing the state of Frank's RV.

"You're not a creepy dealer, Chloe." I responded with an eyeroll as we started our snooping.

"Frank is many things, but he ain't creepy." Chloe replied, sitting in the driver's seat. "At least, I didn't think so until I saw him with Rachel's bracelet." She mumbled bitterly. Her bitter frown quickly turned upside down as she put her hands on the steering wheel. "Man, we could cruise everywhere in this bad boy!" She grinned. "Can you see us heading down to Big Sur and beyond?" She asked, the grin still plastered on her face.

"As much as I'd love to fantasize about this vehicle, we are on a time limit." I reminded her.

"Right, clues about Rachel." She said, standing up. "You scope the area, I'll look through his computer." She told me. I nodded in agreement as she sat at the RV's little table, where the computer was set up.

Seriously, Frank is an 'as seen in TV' hoarder. There's everything you'd expect a dealer to have here. A huge stash, a shit load of sugary food for when one gets the munchies when high, a dog bowl, dirty dishes, a police radio, a lesbian porn poster, the works. It really gave some insight into Frank's character, but what got my attention was the loose air vent close to the ground in one of the corners. Why would an air vent be loose? Because there's something hidden in it. So, grabbing a knife that was resting in an open pizza box, which still had pizza in it, I pried the vent open.

"Bingo." I smirked, finding a small pile of papers in the vent. And what do you know? They're all Rachel-related. Several letters, and a couple of photos. One letter was an apology for being a 'monstrous bitch.' Another was a warning that she wouldn't tolerate anymore violent behavior. Ladies, the moment your man shows the slightest hint of violent behavior, get out of there and never go back to him. No matter how much you love him, a guy who hits you isn't worth it.

Ok, fourth wall back intact, I went from the letters to the photos, and couldn't help grimacing. One showed Rachel driving the RV, another showed her hugging Pompidou. One of them showed Frank hugging Rachel from behind as they smiled for the camera, another was of Rachel dancing in her underwear. Then there's a photo showing Rachel… nude… Or, topless, I should say. It doesn't show anything above her stomach, but she's bare everywhere above in this photo. I will deny anyone who tells me I stared for more than two seconds.

"Chloe, you should see this." I said regretfully. As I gave the pile of letters and photos to Chloe, I felt a stab of sorrow in my heart. As she scrolled through them, her eyes welled up. The last thing Chloe needs right now is to be hurt again.

"I can't believe it…" She breathed out, anger seeping through her tone. "I can't believe she was banging Frank! Bitch straight up lied to my face!" She cried out in anger.

"I'm sorry Chloe." I told her sadly. "I don't want this to be true either." I said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Why does everybody in my life feel the need to let me down?" She growled, glaring at the photos. "First my Dad dies, you bail on me for years, my Mom hooks up with Step-fucker, now Rachel betrays me." She spat.

"Chloe…" I whispered. "I'm sure Rachel really cared about you. And she's missing, she didn't betray you." I tried to calm her.

"Bullshit! Who hasn't?! Fuck everybody!" She hissed, getting and stomping off. As we both left the RV, Chloe, in a fit of rage, threw the keys to Frank's RV into the air, and they landed on the roof of the building next to the Two Whales. Her anger not calmed in the slightest, she stomped off back towards the truck. My stomach twisting in sorrow and grief, I followed her. She got into her truck and slammed the door closed. I was just barely able to get in before she ignited the engines.

Never before have I wished so much for a seat belt…


"Chloe, you can't keep blaming everyone else for all your problems." I told my oldest friend as she sped through the streets, a look of pure rage on her face.

"If I can't blame someone else, it's all my fault. Fuck that!" She spat, running a red light. It's taking all of my concentration to not scream at her for her reckless driving.

"So it's everyone else's fault then? Even Rachel?" I asked incredulously.

"She was spreading her legs for that PIG!" She screamed. "I can't trust anyone! No one cares! Not even you!" She hissed through gritted teeth. At least, her refusal to make eye contact gives her an excuse to watch the roads.

"Chloe, if you don't take that back, we re going SERIOUS problems." I whispered darkly.

"Fine." She spat back at me. "But you don't understand. It's like the universe just constantly wants to bend me over and ram it up the tailpipe!" She growled.

"So who so you most want to blame?" I asked expectantly.

"My fucking Dad of course! Hello?" She cried out in anger and grief.

"Seriously? William? You're joking!" I exclaimed incredulously.

"Do I look like I'm joking? He chose to walk out of that door and leave me forever!" Chloe suppressed a sob.

"He didn't chose to leave Chloe! It was an accident."

"I know, Damon, I know. My Mom sometimes blames herself… All because she wanted a ride! Sometimes… even I blame her…"

"I don't believe you."

"Well it's the truth! Do you have any idea what it's like to watch your father walk out the door, and not know that he's never coming back?!"

I chuckled humorlessly. "More than you realize…" I whispered, shocking her. "But that doesn't matter. I was there Chloe, it was an accident! A horrible, accident." I said firmly.

"I wish that made me feel better, but it doesn't." Chloe responded, her voice quivering. "Ever since he died, my life has been dipped in shit." She said, depression replacing her anger.

"Apparently." I said with a soft sigh. "But Chloe, don't you see? We've been back in action together for almost a week. You're life has affected mine, and vice versa. That is not 'shit' in any way." I told her.

"I'd love to believe that…" Chloe said, getting emotional. "After all that's happened, I'd like to believe in something…" She whispered, choking back a sob.

"Chloe, I can't do this by myself…" I whispered. It hurt, it really hurt seeing my best friend like this. "Rachel needs you… I need you…" I told her. She didn't respond. She just stopped right outside of Blackwell and refused to speak to me again. She didn't even look at me. Clearly, she needs space to process this. I'll give it to her. Sighing, I got out of the truck and closed the door. Chloe didn't say a word. She just drove off. Watching after her with a forlorn gaze, I made my way back to my dorm room. Since I'm suspended, there's not much else I can do right now, is there?


I sat on my desk chair looking out the window, allowing the morning sun to shine in. With all the crap that happened so far, it's easy to forget that it was still before noon. It's actually only 11am right now. Chloe dropped me here about half an hour ago, and I've been sitting here at my desk, ever since. I sighed as I brought up the picture Joyce had given me. I really miss those days, when Chloe would smile and laugh. She's so different today… So the same as well, but so different.

As I was focused on the photograph, some distorted sounds hit my ears.

"Haha, get a close up of Damon!"

"Knock it off Chloe!"

I gasped and shot up from the chair, dropping the photo to the ground. "What the fuck…?" I gasped. That was Chloe's voice, and mine, five years ago, when we were tweens. Why am I hearing that?

"Yes , kids. Time for a picture."

My blood ran cold. That was William!

Gulping, I leaned down and focused on the photo.

"Cheesecake!"

"Come on, say pancake!"

"Chloe, I can't see! Haha!"

The photo distorted, and blurred, and all of a sudden, I a bright white light flashed, blinding me.


And there we have it! I've so been looking forward to writing these next few chapters. This is when the real divergences from Canon start, trust me. The alternate reality is going to be different, the return to the original time will be different, and so on and so forth. Rest assured, it's going to be AWESOME. Also, a big thank you to anime-death-angel for the story's new name!

However, there is something I want to address; reviews. Seriously people?! One of the biggest reasons I write is to GET reviews. The most any chapter of this story has gotten is seven reviews. Seven! Holy Lightning Twins, Fire and Blood, Chaos and Order, and even Truth, Honor, Vision get more reviews per chapter than this story!

I'm starting to think that this just isn't a good story. As much as I want to carry on, if I'm not going to get reviews, I'm not sure I want to continue with this story. I have so many awesome ideas, but the lack of reviews is making me second guess myself. And I don't want reviews that just say 'Good chapter, keep it up' or 'Nice work, good story.' Give me your thoughts on the details, the differences from Canon, the way Damon handles situations, his character, your ideas for the future! I want to hear it all from you guys! Please?