A/N: Wooooooo! And here we are yet again! It's time for another chapter! And honestly, I had tons of fun writing this chapter! I got to write a new dynamic: Buffy/Gunn/Wesley. It was definitely interesting!

And I also added a little bit of backstory of what's been going on behind the scenes at Wolfram and Hart. (Cue dramatic music). I can't really involve them directly in the story because none of the characters have really had any interaction with them... i.e. Lindsey. But that changes this chapter, if you guys remember what happens in the episode. Hence, my little background story. Wolfram and Hart have not been idle in regards to Buffy! (Cue dramatic music...uh, guys?...MUSIC! Ah, there we go!).

Oh, and before I forget! Happy Early Birthday to VampiricBloOdyRose! I hope it's competely and totally awesome!

Random Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy. BUT if I did...Angel would have punched Xander more, had more lines, and would have never left; Smurfs are really green; Harry Potter trumps Twilight ANY day; One time I dreamed I was being chased by donuts; Seeley Booth = HOTNESS; Severus Snape is awesome; I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod...yeah, no I'm not; Jack Sparrow hides in my closet; I refuse to believe that Harry Potter has come to an end; I want a tiger named Brumhilda; "Hello! My name is Inigo Montoya! You killed my father! Prepare to die!"; "Dammit Jim! I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker!"...still think I own Buffy?

Darla Part Two

Riding in the car with Wesley and Gunn was an interesting experience. Wesley had nominated himself to drive, saying something about Angel not trusting anyone else with his car. That wasn't a problem for Buffy—it wasn't a secret that she and vehicles didn't jive. Gunn on the other hand…

The question of driving was only the first of many little arguments between Gunn and Wesley. Grudgingly, Gunn had taken shotgun, while Wesley, grinning in triumph, had climbed into the driver's seat. Buffy was content to ride in the back.

Next came fiddling with the radio. Wesley, to the dismay of Gunn, and only the mild irritation of Buffy, immediately settled on a classical station. Gunn instantly began to protest, and Buffy was just happy she actually knew what was playing. Even though the beginning of Beethoven's 5th was really a dead giveaway. Who wouldn't recognize the tell-tale Dum, dum, da, dum?

After only a few seconds, Gunn took control of the dial, turning it to multiple stations, but never settling on one for more than ten seconds. This quickly began to grate on Wesley's nerves, and Buffy noticed the ex-Watcher grip the wheel tighter and tighter until his knuckles were white.

"Will you please make up your mind? Preferably before I go mad?" Wesley ground out between clenched teeth.

Gunn looked like he was about to retort, but Buffy quickly reached from the back seat and turned off the radio. Wesley and Gunn both looked at her for a moment, before Wesley turned back towards the road with a pout. Gunn simply scowled, turning back towards the front and crossing his arms over his chest…then he proceeded to pout.

Buffy just smiled, and then enjoyed the rest of the silent ride to Sun Valley.

When they pulled up to the right address, Buffy immediately got out of the car and scanned the area. It was fairly vacant, which she supposed she should have expected. This was the place that Wolfram and Hart had chosen to house Darla, of course not many people would be around. Then again…maybe she was just getting more and more paranoid.

"Let's go guys," she said quickly going in the building and heading straight towards the elevator, making sure to keep her head down and her face hidden.

She and Angel had talked a lot about Wolfram and Hart. Frankly, Angel was barely short of terrified. Not of Wolfram and Hart in general…but of them finding out about Buffy. Neither she nor Angel were naïve enough to think that Wolfram and Hart didn't know anything. Darla was working for them; they had to assume that Darla had said something about Buffy's sudden appearance in L.A.

Angel knew that Wolfram and Hart kept tabs on him. How could they not and still know everything they did? So, he and Buffy had both agreed to tread lightly. Angel didn't want Wolfram and Hart to get any ideas about using Buffy to get to him.

Buffy knew how worried Angel was, and so in turn, she took his usual over protectiveness seriously. Though, at first, she'd tried to laugh it off. She could take care of herself. However, one weekend she'd thought someone was following her. Thus, she automatically did what they did in the movies. She changed her course and went into a bakery shop she'd always loved when she was a little kid, and then she'd actually gone to see her father. Of course, he hadn't been in his office. But it had served her purpose as her supposed original destination.

She'd then gone to Caritas and hung out with Lorne for a while. It would make sense for the Slayer to go there, she'd thought in her head. She'd even staked a few vampires that had tried to corner her in an alley. Typical night of a Slayer.

She'd taken a circuitous route to the hotel later that night. When Angel had asked what took her so long, she'd just shrugged it off and said that she'd had something come up at the last minute in Sunnydale and that she'd needed to take care of it before she'd left for L.A. Of course, he'd known she was lying. He knew that. She knew that.

Later that night, Buffy had told him the truth. Naturally, as Buffy had only expected, Angel had freaked out. Luckily, Buffy had talked him down and assured him that she'd be cautious. Of course, that didn't change the fact that for the next few weekends, Angel was doubly over protective, which Buffy thought was incredibly unhealthy. For a while it had been like the walls had eyes, everything that moved was a Wolfram and Hart spy, and any stranger that they passed on the street was a potential danger. Buffy had been overjoyed when Angel had lightened up after weeks of nothing remotely suspicious.

But still, they'd agreed to be cautious. Buffy held the elevator for Wes and Gunn without looking at them, instead pushing the '3' button. The doors closed and the trio was silent during the quick ride up to the third floor.

There was the telltale 'ding' as the elevator doors opened and Buffy, Wesley, and Gunn were on the move again; quickly turning down the hallway before coming to a stop in front of 319. All three of them paused and stared at the door and then at each other.

"Do we knock?" Wesley asked hesitatingly.

"Or bust down the door?" Gunn wondered aloud. "Personally, I'd rather go with busting down the door."

"We could just walk in like we own the place," Buffy shrugged before twisting the door knob.

"Huh, would you look at that, it's locked," Gunn said sounding far too happy considering the circumstances. "I guess that means we bust down the door."

"Wait, wait," Wesley entreated before raising his fist and knocking on the door.

They waited for any kind of reply.

Silence.

"Now can I bust down the door?" Gunn asked seemingly torn between exasperation at having had to wait so long to get the chance, and then general excitement at the idea of busting down the door.

"Have at it," Buffy sighed, taking a step back away from the door.

Gunn grinned before taking a step back, making sure to give himself enough room. Then he kicked the door in, the resulting bang as it hit the wall seeming to echo in the still hallway. Buffy looked down the hallway in both directions. No one came out to check out the noise.

She and Wesley followed Gunn inside to find him staring at the most likely once beautiful apartment. "Whoa," Buffy muttered under her breath as she took in the destruction. "Somebody had a tantrum."

"You think Darla did this?" Wesley asked raising his eyebrows.

"Who else could have?" Buffy retorted, turning away from him to survey the damage again.

"Oh, I don't know, a thief?" Gunn suggested sarcastically.

"Yeah, and they left the big TV, the computer, and the jewelry that's lying in plain sight," Buffy deadpanned, pointing to the items as she named them.

"What if they were looking for something in particular?" Wesley suggested scanning the apartment.

Gunn sighed and looked around. "Nah, none of the drawers and stuff have been opened or dumped."

"So we can now all agree that it was just Darla having a tantrum?" Buffy asked with raised eyebrows. Wesley and Gunn both looked appropriately abashed, and Buffy had to fight a smile. "Alrighty, anyone got a video camera?"

"Here," Wesley announced before turning it on and beginning to film the trashed apartment.

Buffy walked through the room, trying to avoid the broken glass that seemed to be everywhere. It was odd. She noticed that all the mirrors were broken. Anything that could cast a reflection for that matter was broken into glittering pieces.

"We done?" Gunn asked as Wesley put up the video camera.

Buffy surveyed the damage one more time, looking for anything that could give them an idea of what exactly Wolfram and Hart could be up to, but saw nothing. "Yep," she said heading towards the door. "We're done."

"What happened? Did someone break in?" Cordelia asked as she leaned over Angel's shoulder to watch the footage.

Gunn was lounging on the couch, eating a sandwich, and Wesley was sitting in one of the chairs opposite Angel's desk. Buffy had claimed her usual perch on Angel's desk.

"Well, us," Gunn answered after swallowing a mouthful of sandwich.

"You guys did this? Real mature!" Cordelia scolded before glancing at Buffy. "You allowed that?"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Yes. We busted down the door and then trashed the place," she deadpanned before becoming serious. "No, of course not! This was how we found it."

"No evidence of forced entry," Wesley added.

"Until us," Gunn smiled, remembering kicking down the door.

"It appears she did this all herself," Wesley sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

"She smashed all the mirrors," Angel murmured to himself.

"Yeah, I noticed that too," Buffy said. "Any ideas?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Angel asked.

"Angel, I don't think anything's obvious," Wesley said, his tone one of experience.

"It's the weight of her soul." Angel sighed and leaned back in his chair. "She's feeling it."

"We don't know that for certain," Wesley said, playing the devil's advocate.

"It makes sense. She was a vampire, now she has a soul," Angel said simply. This was easy logic, wasn't it?

"That makes sense? So why don't you go around smashing mirrors?" Cordelia asked skeptically.

"Oh," Buffy said as realization dawned on her. "I get it."

"Then will one of you enlighten us?" Cordelia suggested mildly frustrated.

"I don't have to look at myself in a mirror," Angel explained as the phone rang. Cordy reached around to answer it. "Look, if she's in trouble we have to help her."

"Angel…" Wesley began frowning.

"She needs help," Angel said quickly, knowing the argument Wesley was about to make.

"That might very well be," Wesley conceded. "But that also might be what someone would like you to think."

"Angel," Cordelia interrupted.

"Just take a message, Cordy," Angel said absently, before returning his attention to Wesley. "You think this is a set up?"

"We mustn't rule it out," Wesley said pointedly and Buffy found herself agreeing with him.

"It wouldn't be the first time," Buffy spoke up hesitatingly.

"Angel!" Cordelia interrupted again, still holding the phone.

"Cordy, please, I'm talking," Angel chastised.

Cordelia frowned in disapproval, and then began speaking into the phone. "Hi, Darla. He can't talk right now," she said and looked back up to see that Angel was already reaching for the phone.

"Darla?"

"My boy, my darling boy," Darla's low, sultry voice filled his ears, and he was glad that no one else could hear their conversation…then he remembered Buffy. His eyes sought hers…just as he thought. She'd heard, and she wasn't too thrilled. He gave her a helpless look.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"I have a question. Where was I? I don't remember anything. It's a great big nothing. Could it be that there is no hell?"

By this time, Buffy had hopped off the desk and was standing right in front of Angel, listening to every word.

"There is a hell," Angel said watching as Buffy's face became sad with guilt. "A few of them—I've been to one," he said, but as he spoke he took Buffy's hand and gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

"I told him no one could understand, but I was wrong, wasn't I? My boy knows."

Personally, Buffy was tired of Darla referring to her Angel as her boy. Angel was hers. She wasn't above taping a sign on Angel's back. Maybe something that read: "Private Property. Trespassers will be shot."

"Yeah, I know," Angel admitted.

"You said you'd give me everything. Do you remember that? I believed it then—I still do."

"I'll do whatever I can," Angel promised truthfully.

"It's been four centuries since I've had to be afraid of anything," Buffy heard Darla complain into the phone. "And now I'm sick with it," she finished sounding thoroughly disgusted with herself.

"I know."

"Angel," Darla began.

Then Buffy and Angel heard another voice over the line. "Darla? What are you doing?" Angel tensed, recognizing Lindsey's voice.

"Help me!" Darla whispered into the phone.

Angel and Buffy could hear Lindsey over the phone. "Just put down the phone," he entreated.

"Darla?" Angel asked, glancing down at Buffy, who gave him a wide-eyed look.

"Hang up the phone. It's okay," Lindsey continued.

"Darla?" Angel asked again.

"It's okay alright? Just put it down." Lindsey instructed.

"I have to go to him Lindsey," Buffy and Angel heard Darla say.

"Don't say that," they heard Lindsey admonish. "Don't say that."

"He's the only one," Darla argued. "He can help me."

"No, I can help you too."

Buffy raised her eyebrows. Was it just her, or did it sound like Lindsey had a thing for Darla?

"No. No you can't. You don't have it in you. Sorry."

Darla didn't sound sorry at all.

"Darla?" Angel tried again, and then he and Buffy both heard what sounded like a scuffle and then a gunshot. "Darla!"

The line went dead.

"Uh oh," Buffy mumbled, both because of the gunshot she'd heard over the phone and the fact that Angel was already putting on his coat, ready to go save the day.

"You want me to go with you?" Gunn asked getting up from the couch.

"No. This is something I have to do on my own," Angel explained as Cordelia handed him his keys. "Thanks, Cordy."

"Angel," Wesley began worriedly.

"I know Wes. I could be walking into a trap," Angel said quickly, knowing the argument his friend wanted to make. "I get that."

"I'm not so sure you do," Wesley tried again, but Angel wasn't listening. Sometimes it was like talking to a wall.

"Look, she asked for my help. I can't turn my back," Angel defended himself.

"No, you shouldn't," Wesley agreed. "Not for a moment. You know better than anyone what she is."

"What we were," Angel corrected with a sigh before continuing on, his voice becoming somber. "And I know what she's going through. And unlike me, maybe she won't have to go through it alone."

"You're not alone," Buffy spoke up softly, looking at him with a tenderness that would have caused Angel to blush if it were possible.

"You may be right," Wesley continued after letting the couple have one of their many 'moments.' "She may be experiencing this all exactly as you did. But Angel, you yourself wandered around for a hundred years without ever seeking redemption."

"That's right," Angel said quietly. "I sought her."

Buffy had known that Angel had sought Darla. She'd known that…but to hear it from Angel himself was a different story. She quelled the jealousy that rose within her. Buffy wasn't just jealous. She was also frustrated that she felt jealous in the first place. Angel was hers, just as she was his. It was that simple. Nothing was going to change it…and she still got jealous. It annoyed her.

"I'm going with you," Buffy stated.

"Buffy," Angel began to argue, but then thought better of it. He remembered the last time he'd made Buffy stay behind. He definitely did not want a repeat. "Fine," he relented, though still not altogether pleased.

Buffy gave him her thousand watt smile and practically skipped out the door, vaguely hearing Angel grumbling behind her.

"Okay, so how're we gonna do this?" Buffy whispered from behind a car, looking at Lindsey's retreating back as he made his way towards his car.

Angel gave her a hard look. "We aren't doing anything. I am going to go talk to him. You are going to stay here and watch my back."

His tone left no room for debate and Buffy grudgingly agreed, but she couldn't help but add. "But I like watching your front too." Buffy smirked at Angel's bemused expression, before pushing him out from behind the car.

Buffy knew the reason Angel didn't want her confronting Lindsey with him. It would kind of be rather counterproductive, seeing as how she was trying to stay off Wolfram and Hart's radar. Of course, she was the Slayer. They had to know that. But they also thought that Darla, Darla, was the girl to get Angel to lose his soul. That fact in itself caused Buffy to wonder about Wolfram and Hart's intelligence.

However, that was beside the point. She was supposed to be watching Angel's back. He had a sexy back, and as she'd previously pointed out, he also had a sexy front. Buffy watched as Angel quickly came up from behind Lindsey and wrapped a cord around his neck.

"Where is she?" Angel nearly growled.

Lindsey held up his phone. "I was…" he began, but Angel pulled on the cord, cutting him off.

"No, you just get enough breath to tell me where she is. My advice? Don't waste it," Angel let up on the cord just enough to allow Lindsey to speak.

"I was trying to call you. They're gonna kill her. You've got to stop it. Hey, she needs you. Please," Lindsey begged. Angel's expression was wry even though Lindsey couldn't see it. Darla was barely around for a month and she already had a man wrapped around her finger.

But just in case he was lying…

Angel pulled back up on the cord. "You're lying."

"It's true!" Lindsey choked out, and Angel had been around long enough to know when someone was lying. Lindsey wasn't.

"Where?" Angel demanded.

"In an abandoned bank on Figaro and Ninth—Wolfram and Hart own the property. I'm pretty sure that's where they are going to take her," Lindsey explained, but it wasn't good enough.

Angel pulled up on the cord again. "You're pretty sure?"

"Hey, I'm not exactly in the loop on this!" Lindsey complained, but when Angel pulled on the cord again, so much so that Lindsey's feet were just brushing the ground he hastened to add. "Alright! That's where they do this sort of stuff. It'll be underground where the vaults used to be."

Just to make a point, Angel pulled on the cord so that Lindsey's feet were once again barely touching the ground. "If this is a trick, just know that I'll be coming back for you." He let go of the cable and watched as Lindsey dropped against the trunk of his car. "Hell, I might just come back for you anyway."

With that, Angel walked back the way he came. Lindsey followed the retreating vampire with his eyes for just a moment before sliding into his car. He didn't know why they'd put a tail on the Slayer. It was easy to see that she'd just dropped by to say 'hi.' Or that one time when she'd visited her father's office. It was obvious to Lindsey that all of Angel's attentions were on Darla. He would call off the tail tomorrow.

With that thought in mind, Lindsey backed out of his space, and began the drive home. Of course, if he'd looked in his rear view mirror, he would have seen the blonde Slayer in question climbing into Angel's car...

Angel sped towards the bank that Lindsey had told him. As he rounded the final corner, he saw Darla struggling with three men. One of them had a gun. Angel screeched to a stop, barely remembering to put the car in park before jumping out.

He kicked the gun out of one of the guy's hands. However, he wasn't quick enough to stop the next guy from throwing Darla into the wall. He was about to round on the attacker, but Buffy had already beaten him to it, punching the guy's lights out. That left the third attacker, who charged at Angel. By now, Angel was just annoyed, and threw him against the back of a van. Suffice to say, the third attacker lost consciousness.

Immediately, Angel joined Buffy at Darla's side. "Darla?"

"Angel," she breathed before passing out.

"Huh, I was hoping for a 'thank you,'" Buffy muttered.

"Really, Buffy?" Angel questioned dryly.

"What?" Buffy asked giving him her best innocent look. "It was worth a shot."

"Oh my god, are you serious?" Cordelia asked as she held open the door for Angel to enter, carrying Darla in his arms. "Why'd you have to bring her here?"

"What part of, 'I have to help her,' don't you understand Cordy?" Angel asked as he laid Darla down on the couch in the lobby. "It's not like I would go off to save someone, and then leave them all alone."

"Not anymore at least," Buffy said quietly with a smile.

Angel raised an eyebrow. "That's what you think," he replied cryptically.

Buffy's jaw dropped. "You mean to tell me that you let me think that you just decided to save me, and then left? Like, you did your job, good for you, time to go home?"

"I was already falling for you," Angel admitted sheepishly. "I was worried you might feel the same."

"So you were there? The entire time?" Buffy questioned, incredulity still ringing in her tone.

All those times she'd been so annoyed with him. All those times that he showed up out of nowhere, saved her life, and then vanished just as quickly as he had come. All that time, he'd still been there. He'd never actually left. He'd just made her believe it.

"You're unbelievable," she muttered. "Unbelievable…and just so you know, that hero/vanishing act routine only made me want you more. So, ha!"

Angel chuckled, but immediately sobered as Darla began to come around. Wesley, Cordelia, and Gunn all gathered at the end of the couch. With Buffy standing at the opposite end, and then Angel in front of couch, the A.I crew had effectively boxed Darla in. There was no escape.

"She's gonna be okay," Angel said as he studied her for a moment.

"Maybe we should get her a doctor," Cordelia suggested warily.

That got Darla's eyes open. "No. No, doctors." Her eyes settled on Angel's face. "Angelus," she sighed.

"It's Angel," Buffy corrected coldly. She might support Angel's idea of helping Darla…that didn't mean she had to be nice and offer cookies or something.

"Guys, do you mind?" Angel asked pointedly. "Just give us a minute?"

His eyes settled on Buffy, who frowned. But nonetheless, Buffy nodded in acquiescence. However, before she left, she leveled a glare at Darla that would have sent even the bravest of demons running.

"She's like a pitbull," Darla muttered lowly as Buffy walked away, but not low enough for Buffy's Slayer hearing.

"Whoof, whoof," Buffy growled quietly, so that only Angel would hear (he pretended he hadn't).

Angel waited until he knew Buffy was out of hearing range. This situation was just so weird. He had Buffy, the love of his existence, and then he had Darla…his…whatever she was. Sire? Ex-lover? Whatever she was, he'd broken the one rule that he'd always carried with him: Never get in between two women. Of course, it really wasn't his fault, but still.

"Seriously Angelus, when will you get tired of her?" Darla asked. "She's just something new. I know she's warm and fresh…but guess what? So am I."

Angel growled. "It's not about that. It never has been. It's just Buffy, always."

Darla scowled, "Buffy doesn't have 'always.'"

"Neither do you," Angel returned easily.

The comment was made casually, yet it still seemed to fall like a heavy weight, settling right on top of Darla's chest. "I thought I was dead," she said quietly.

"You're not dead."

"I'm not sure how I feel about that," Darla admitted.

"I know what you mean," Angel said with a small smile.

"I'm so lucky," she sighed. "To have someone who understands, who knows—it's something you never had, isn't it?"

"It wasn't your fault," Angel replied. Okay, so that wasn't really true, but it looked like Darla really wanted help. He wasn't about to ruin it with accusation that was a century old.

"No," Darla agreed, pulling herself up into a sitting position. "No, but there's so much that is."

"It's gonna be okay," Angel consoled.

Darla gave him a smile. "I knew you'd help me. Now, if only I could get you to," she began then abruptly laughed a little. "Funny. That's why they brought me back, you know? To get to you. Now I find that I need you—just as I've always needed you." She looked up at him, her blue eyes shining with hopefulness. "You'll make the pain stop, won't you?"

"Takes time," Angel said gently.

Darla flipped her hair back over her shoulder. "Takes moments," she corrected, exposing her neck. "Do it, now."

Angel stared at her neck in shock for a moment, before abruptly standing up and backing away from her. Of course, she didn't want help! Well, not the help he was willing to give. She just wanted to take the easy way out. To return to not caring—to being soulless. A vampire.

"What?"

"Make me what I was again!" Darla demanded, grabbing the front of his shirt.

"Darla," Angel began, taking her wrists and forcing her to let of go him.

"You said you'd help me!"

Angel backed away again. "I will. I want to…but not like this."

"Turn me back!" Darla commanded. "God, I can't take this pounding in my chest a moment longer!"

This brought Angel up short. Instantly, memories of his few, human days with Buffy flashed through his mind. They were some of his most cherished memories. Feeling the sunlight touch his skin—chocolate and peanut butter—feeling his heart beat. Feeling alive…

"It's a gift," Angel said softly. "To feel that heartbeat, to know, really, and for once that you're alive. You're human again, Darla. Do you know what that means?"

"Of course I do!" Darla spat. "It means pain and suffering! It means disease and death!"

How could he not see? she thought. He owed it to her. He owed her this. "I released you from this world once! I gave you eternal life! Now it's time for you to return the favor!" she insisted.

Angel regarded her blankly for a moment. "Favor?" he questioned incredulously. "You think you did me a favor? You damned me!"

Darla saw a new angle she could play. "Fine. Fine then! If this is such a punishment, take out your revenge! Pay me back!" she implored, but Angel regarded her with pity and disappointment. "Please," she begged.

"I can't," Angel shook his head sadly. "I won't."

Darla regarded him for a moment before turning on her heel and running towards the door.

"Darla! Darla, wait!" Angel ran after her.

Darla spun back around to face him. "No! Don't come look for me again!"

Then she was gone, and he made no move to stop her.

Later that night, Buffy and Angel were lying in bed in their usual position. Angel was on his back and Buffy was using him as her pillow.

"I can't believe she wanted me to change her," Angel whispered, unknowingly hugging Buffy tighter. "How could she want that?"

"She's not you, Angel," Buffy said softly, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "She's not strong enough."

"She could be," Angel argued gently.

"She could," Buffy allowed. "But she'd have to try. I don't think she will," she admitted honestly.

"I can't give up on her," Angel replied and Buffy propped herself up on her elbow to look at him.

"I wouldn't expect you to," she smiled, placing a loving hand on his cheek. "You're too much of a good guy."

Well? What do you say? Like it? I know that I had fun writing it, so I hope you had fun reading it.

Now, you know how I've been taking a long time (for me anyway) to update? Yeah, well that's going to change after this chapter! (Does happy dance). Because you see, as my dear, sweet mother pointed out oh, so kindly...I have to go back to school in like three weeks. So that means I have to get my lazy butt in gear and finish this story before school starts. Hence, I shall now be updating every other day! Yay!

I'm already four chapters ahead. Currently working on chapter 15, and this story is outlined to be 23 chapters...so I'm more than halfway there!

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I shall update Friday.