Title: The Summer Trials Part IX
Author: phys_nut
Beta: the faboo dwarfandelf - cheers for the help hun!
Summary: Albus and Scorpius near the end of the trials…
Word Count: 4.825
Pairings: AS/S
Warnings: some violence/abuse, teasing, tortured thoughts.
Disclaimer: none of this is mine; it all belongs to the fabulous JK and her minions.
A/N: ARGH!! i am SOOOO sorry for being late with this, it was a bank holiday just there and i was stuck visiting and whatnot over the weekend! but here it is, the technical last chapter, and the epilogue will be up on saturday!!
BIG shout out to: Rome J Wolf, ragdolljazz, and AcanthaAbeo, you guys are brilliant, thanks for the lovely reviews!!!
enjoy the chapter! :D
Chapter Ten: End Of The Line…
Scorpius and Dream-Albus lay together for what felt to Scorpius like hours, simply relaxing against each other, stroking each other's back and hair, and exchanging soft kisses every now and then. It was glorious and decadent to do nothing but this, and for once, Scorpius didn't think about how this was a dream, or how he wasn't with the real Albus. He simply let himself feel.
Sighing, he snuggled tighter against Dream-Albus, who chuckled and kissed the top of his head.
"You're such a closet snuggler," the black-haired teen murmured.
"Says the bloke with an ankle fetish," Scorpius murmured back impishly.
"Gotta get my kicks somehow."
"Of course, along with fashioning quidditch safety-wear, trying to push your brother and god brother together, flirting with your cousin, impersonating your father, and eating insane amounts of muggle sweets."
"What can I say, I live life to the max. And speaking of sweets, pop rocket?" Dream-Albus asked, offering from a bag he's produced out of thin air.
Scorpius took some sweets and popped them in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully and savouring the taste. The two teens ate the bag between them and lay together a while longer, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the forest.
"Scorp?"
"Mmm?"
"I know you say it's not true, but I am Albus. You know I'm Albus, don't you?"
Scorpius wanted to roll his eyes and tell Dream-Albus that no he was not the real Albus, and thus was completely shocked when he heard himself say, "I know."
Dream-Albus looked seriously at him, and asked, "How long have you felt anything more than friendship for me?"
"Since third year," Scorpius replied, feeling that it was okay for once, to tell the truth, and not hide his secret – in fact, he HAD to be honest.
"That's a long time," Dream-Albus remarked.
"Doesn't feel like long to me."
"And do you still feel that way about me?"
"Of course I do Albus, you know I feel so much more than friendship for you," Scorpius admitted.
The world blinked, and Scorpius found himself and Dream-Albus standing in the charms classroom of Hogwarts. Only it wasn't the real one, it was a pensieve, as they were watching Scorp surreptitiously watch Albus flirt shamelessly with a sweet, but vapid Hufflepuff with tits the size of large melons. The girl giggled as Albus conjured up a flock of tiny birds, and had them circle around her head. Scorpius rolled his eyes at the sappiness of the gesture, but no doubt the girl thought it was sweet and romantic – exactly why Albus was doing it.
"Even when I do things like this, do you still hope that I might notice you someday?" Dream-Albus asked quietly.
"Yes," Scorpius whispered shakily, his stomach churning.
And it was true. Scorpius realised he was sick and wrong, but he couldn't help but hope that one day, maybe, Albus would turn around and notice him, see that he would always be there for him, no matter how many boastful, jealous or vain idiots he dated.
"Would it matter to you how many people I date in the future? Would it change your feelings?"
"No," Scorpius replied shakily, eyes tearing up slightly, as he realised that he would never ever stop wanting Albus, loving Albus, and therefore was doomed to be alone forever.
Pensieve-Scorp turned around in his seat and looked straight at them, a sad, wistful smile on his face.
"Love hopes," he told them, "it perseveres."
"Love is obviously stupid and foolish," Scorpius muttered, "and it's sick and wrong and distasteful and humiliating and I wish I didn't-"
He paused, breathing heavily, feeling something strange and uncertain fluttering in his chest.
"Why do I feel so compelled to tell the truth?" he asked in a low voice.
Dream-Albus looked chagrined and guilty, and hesitated a moment, nibbling on his bottom lip, before he replied, "The pop rockets were infused with veritaserum."
"They – what?" Scorpius said furiously, "How could you?!"
"Because you needed to admit the truth," Dream-Albus replied calmly, "You're so in denial about how you feel, you actually believe that there's nothing, and it's choking you Scorp."
"That doesn't give you the right to drug me!" Scorpius spat out.
He had never felt so used and violated before, and tiny crackles of magic appeared in the air around him.
"Scorp please-" Dream-Albus started, taking a step towards him, but Scorpius jumped back, hissing, "Stay the fuck away from me Dream-Albus, I can't stand you!"
Dream-Albus' face crumpled, and he remained frozen, one hand stretched out pleadingly towards Scorpius. Scorpius' heart wrenched both at the sight and the memory of what Dream-Albus had done to him. With one last glare at the raven-haired boy, Scorpius turned and ran, needing to be out of this memory, away from Dream-Albus, away from everything. However, as he tried to run out of the school, it continually morphed and changed around him, and different scenes appeared around him, as though he were running through many pensieve memories. He saw Albus curled up on the couch in the Slytherin common room with Gareth Nott – the most serious relationship he'd ever been in, clocking in at six months – while Scorp eyed them balefully and then stormed out to the Forbidden Forest, where he'd gotten totally stoned out of his mind with Hugo. He saw his own one and only date with Maximus in sixth year; an awkward affair which had culminated in the painful and unpleasant loss of his virginity (Scorpius had done neither since). He saw said loss of virginity: a few tears rolling down Scorp's cheeks as he gasped and panted and stroked his half-hard cock desperately, and he saw the Yule Ball, where Albus had asked him to dance, and they had swayed together, Scorpius allowing himself a brief and shining moment to imagine that they were together, dancing as a couple, and not just best friends. The memories changed faster and faster, until Scorpius was lost in a blur of faces, the individual noises meshing together into a continuous groaning noise. He felt dizzy and sick, and suddenly let out a scream of despair and fell to his knees.
Through the haze of memories, a voice cried out, "Scorpius!" and Scorpius found himself enveloped in warm arms, and suddenly there was silence.
Scorpius' eyes popped open in surprise, and he blinked wetly against the bright light of the sun. They were on the hill where they had had the picnic after that god-awful quidditch match, Scorpius sitting and Dream-Albus kneeling beside him, his head buried against Scorpius' chest.
"I'm so sorry Scorp, so so sorry," he sobbed, shoulders shaking.
"You abused my trust in you."
"I know, it was awful and unforgivable, but please, please don't tell me you can't stand me. Please don't yell, please don't make that awful sound."
"Did it hurt you?" Scorpius asked softly, already feeling himself beginning to forgive Dream-Albus.
Dream-Albus nodded and replied quietly, "It was like you shot me down."
"Why did you do it?" Scorpius sighed miserably, completely unable to stay mad at his friend.
"Because you were in such deep denial, I didn't know if you'd ever be able to accept even to yourself how deeply you feel for me. I just wanted to help you."
Scorpius thought this over, and then snorted and chuckled. He reached down and took Albus' face in his hands, pulling it gently away from his chest so he could stare into the boy's eyes.
"As you've been trying to teach me, you have to be patient. You can't rush someone just because they're in denial, and you have to be kind to them, because it's not their fault that they're oblivious."
Dream-Albus beamed up brilliantly at him and breathed, "Exactly. Scorp that's exactly it! You're getting it, you're taking the trials and using them for you."
"What does that mean?" Scorpius asked, breath hitching – surely it couldn't be?
"It means," Dream-Albus smiled, "that the trials are coming to an end. Which explains why we're here. We're going back to the start."
"Back…back to the start of the trials?"
"Yeah. That's where all of the root issues were addressed; it's where you'll face them once again."
"And what will happen?"
"That depends on you," Dream-Albus answered, and flashed THE Smile at him.
Scorpius was so caught up in Dream-Albus' smile and gaze, that he barely noticed he was dancing between his usual decision, until the teen placed his hands on Scorpius'.
"Don't waste time on decisions," he whispered, "just do what feels right Scorpius."
What felt right to Scorpius was to lean in and kiss Dream-Albus gently and then pull back to stare into his eyes, thumbs stroking his cheeks.
The Sun beamed, a light wind blew around them, and in the distance, there was a quidditch match being played out. Sounds of screams, boos and cheers drifted across the Forbidden Forest, followed by Gilderoy Lockhart's voice booming out, "My my, it's a fine day for riding on, eh…horses made of sticks! Isn't it folks? Especially flying ones! … What do you mean they're brooms? Brooms don't fly! No no, these are undoubtedly part stick, part invisible flying horses… Remember when I used to play?? I've never played on these horses before in my life. You sir are, I believe, certifiable. Oh yes, also, I have a message for Scorpius – my my, now isn't that a strange name! I wonder what his parents were thinking? Reminds me of that time in Nepal – all right, all right! Scorpius old chap, don't forget, love is kind."
"Why am I being reminded?" Scorpius huffed, crossing his arms, "I'd like to think I'm very kind, especially to you Albus."
"You are," Dream-Albus chuckled, standing up and holding his hand out, "come on."
Scorpius took his hand and was hauled to his feet.
"What are we doing?" he asked, as Dream-Albus wrapped an arm around his waist.
"Moving on," Dream-Albus smiled, then turned sharply to apparate them away.
****
Albus' jaw dropped and he stared in absolute shock at the dragon – a Hungarian Horntail to be exact – that had just burst out of the nearby mountain, and was roaring and snarling viciously, burst of fire shooting out of its mouth. Albus had a quick flashback of the Hungarian Horntail Fireworks Uncle George had premiered a few Halloween's ago, that flew through the sky, streams of bright colour shooting from their mouths. They had been amazing. The reality however, was terrifying.
The dragon swivelled its head around, and fixed its eyes on Albus. For a moment, teenager and creature remained frozen, eyes locked, and then the dragon spread its wings, leapt up and swooped for him.
Before Albus realised what was going on, he was running backwards, screaming, "Charlie! Airborn NOW!"
He threw himself astride the bike, which yelled, "You got it!" before shooting up into the sky.
"And she bangs, she bangs
Oh baby
When she moves, she moves
I go crazy
'Cause she looks like a flower but she stings
like a bee
Like every girl in history
She bangs, she bangs!"
"What the fuck?" Albus yelled in disbelief, "Ricky fuckin Martin? What sort of a battle song is that?"
"Um, good beat?" Charlie tried diplomatically, then screeched and swerved violently as the dragon shot flames in their direction.
Albus threw up the strongest shield charm he could, and started flinging hexes at the dragon, while his free hand held onto the handlebars, keeping contact to keep the shield charm going just a bit more. Charlie swerved, dived and flew as quickly and evasively as he could, twisting around the dragon, spiralling so Albus was continually facing the beast.
Albus' heart was beating a million miles a minute, his blood sang in his ears, and adrenaline washed so vigorously through his system he nearly froze up. It felt as though he were in a sort of intense wizarding duel, only his opponent was not a wizard, and he was sitting on top of his second.
"Aguamenti! Aguamenti!" he yelled, trying to aim the water down the dragon's throat.
The dragon roared, breathed out more fire and tried to hit them with its tail, but Charlie pulled off a slick move and managed to avoid any damage.
How the hell am I supposed to defeat it?! Come on Albus, think, think. There must be something Uncle Charlie told us during one of his visits…
Try as he might though, all Albus could remember was his uncle telling them about actually managing to ride a dragon at one point, adding jokingly, "Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster by your side kid."
Ugh! Why did James have to get him to watch that Star Wars marathon?
Albus and Charlie continued to fly manically over the field, the dragon never letting up, and soon it was clear that the teen and his noble steed were tiring heavily.
"Al…I'm…I'm not too sure how much longer…I can keep going," Charlie wheezed.
"I know," Albus replied tightly, "The next chance we get we'll land."
"Kay…"
The problem though, was that no chance ever appeared; the dragon remained below them, snapping up, breathing fire and swiping its tail upwards.
Why is it doing that? If it flew above us it could hit us with its underbell-
Of course!
"The underbelly's weak," he told Charlie, "We have to get underneath the dragon."
"I'll do my best!" Charlie yelled, then looped and dived sharply.
The dragon twisted and snapped at them, but Charlie spiralled off to the side, continuing down towards the ground. The dragon rushed at them from the side, but missed – and then – they were clear! Charlie whooped in triumph and levelled out as they neared the ground. Albus grinned and turned to aim for the dragon's underbelly.
"Shit! Char-"
Albus' yell was cut short as the dragon's tail clipped the back of the bike. He was thrown into the air and pulled up a cushioning charm around himself. He landed gently on the ground, and rolled to a halt.
"Charlie? Charlie?" he called frantically, looking around the area.
"Over…here…"
Albus scrabbled over to the bike, which was lying on its side, a large dent in the exhaust and at the rear of the frame.
"Shit, are you okay?"
"I think so…don't worry about me Al, just get that dragon," Charlie rasped weakly.
"You got it buddy," Albus said firmly, "I won't be gone long."
He turned, and looked up at the dragon hovering above them.
Gotta get that underbelly…
Albus set his jaw, gripped his wand, and set the strongest shield charm he could muster. That done, he charged forward, sprinting as fast as he could towards the dragon. The dragon roared and spat a fireball at him. Albus dived to the side, and continued rolling as another one was thrown. He cursed and leapt to his feet, continuing on, dodging and swerving as a series of fireballs was sent his way.
This is ridiculous! I cannot believe I'm doing this, risking my life! But I can't give up, I can't let this defeat me, Scorpius is counting on me, and I'm totally willing to risk everything to rescue him. Dear Merlin, for all I'm doing for him I really must l-
Albus stuttered to a sudden halt as everything clicked into place. It was as though lightening had struck his brain and cleared away his denial. It all made sense, was so, so simple: wanting to kiss Scorpius, save Scorpius, needing Scorpius, needing to be with him, willing to do anything and everything for him, willing to die for Scorpius.
"I love him," Albus whispered in wonder, and then threw his hands up and yelled out ecstatically, "I LOVE HIM!"
His world exploded with a burst of light.
****
Scorpius and Dream-Albus popped into existence back in the casino. Fred and George looked up from their card game and grinned identical boyish grins.
"Wotcher boys," George greeted them, throwing down a king of hearts.
"What brings you to our little neck of the woods?" Fred drawled, throwing down a second king of hearts.
"We're going back to the start," Dream-Albus replied, tugging Scorpius over to the table.
"Ahh," the twins said, sharing a secret look.
"Finally learning to play the game right?" Fred asked Scorpius.
"Ready to take a risk and hit that jackpot?" George added.
"I think so," Scorpius replied slowly, hand tangled in his hair, "more so than the last time you saw me at any rate."
The twins smiled in satisfaction, and asked simultaneously, "Fancy a game?"
Dream-Albus looked questioningly at Scorpius, who hesitated momentarily, before replying, "Sure, you're on."
"Excellent," Fred grinned, rubbing his hands eagerly together, while George gathered the cards and shuffled them.
Dream-Albus and Scorpius pulled up chairs and sat at the table across from them and George dealt out the cards. This time around, Scorpius felt his old instincts and judgement that he naturally possessed in the waking world, wash over him, and a sense of peace and infinite patience settled on him. He played out the game perfectly, slowly drawing the bets out and flushing out the bluffs, until it was himself and Dream-Albus left betting.
"I'll raise you…twenty," Scorpius said, sliding his chips towards the pot.
"I'll see you," Dream-Albus countered confidently, "show me what you got."
Scorpius held his gaze as he lowered his cards. Dream-Albus' eyes flicked down towards them and back up. He smiled widely and lowered his cards.
"Congratulations Scorp."
Scorpius glanced down and saw that he did indeed have the better hand. A sense of triumph washed over him, feeling so much more than a simple triumph of winning a game. He hopped off his chair and sauntered over to Dream-Albus, pulling the teen off his chair.
"What changed?" Fred and George wondered aloud.
Scorpius smirked and said, "I learned that patience is a virtue," and with that, gathered the raven-haired teen into his arms and kissed him.
The world shifted, and they were suddenly surrounded by the sounds of chattering, screaming, whirring machinery and loud music. As they pulled away from each other, Scorpius and Dream-Albus saw that they were back in the carnival.
"We're here," Scorpius breathed, a mixture of excitement and nostalgia mixing in his belly, as he looked around the place where he and Dream-Albus had shared their first kiss.
"Yeah," Dream-Albus smiled, taking Scorpius' hand and tugging him along, "come on, they're expecting us."
As much as he wanted to, Scorpius knew it would be redundant to ask who was expecting them when he already knew.
They walked past the Tunnel of Love, where James was talking into the metal cone. He turned and faced them as he continued to speak.
"Dare you bare your heart to the possibility of ecstasy, or a severe crushing? Dare you admit your true feelings? Remember," he finished, giving Scorpius a meaningful look, "the best, if not only, way to deal with it is to GIVE IN."
Scorpius gave a quick nod, this time understanding what James was trying to tell him.
"I dare," he mouthed at the auburn man, who grinned and saluted them on their way.
"Hello boys," Ginny smiled down at them, "Candy floss?"
Dream-Albus nodded eagerly, and she handed him a bag, and then turned to Scorpius.
"Scorpius?"
Scorpius hesitated, and then said slowly, "I would like some please."
Ginny beamed and handed him a bag, then leaned forward on the counter top as she said, "developing a sweet tooth?"
Scorpius coughed and replied, "I'm…getting used to it."
"Good," Ginny nodded, "and you were able to admit you wanted it. That's good too."
Scorpius was surprised to find he agreed with her.
"Yes, yes it is…and I think I might be able to admit I want other things too."
Ginny smiled and patted his hand fondly, and then Albus was dragging him off to the fortune teller's tent.
"You're finally managing to find your way out Scorpius," Harry murmured seriously, gazing into the crystal ball, "don't forget; the answer's right beside you."
At that moment, Dream-Albus' hand found his, and Scorpius looked at him in surprise, before he quickly smiled at him.
Of course, beside me.
"Albus? Why did this dream repeat itself?" Scorpius asked the teen as they made their way to the hook-a-duck, "And why did we skip the dreams in between this one and the poker game?"
"The first dream repeats itself so that the idea that you're dreaming is implanted in your head," Dream-Albus told him, "and the dreams in between were redundant because they were for you to realise that you were stuck asleep. Once you did, the trial could begin properly, which it did at the poker game."
"Oh," Scorpius said, "clever. Frustrating, but clever."
"Hello boys," Lily grinned as they approached hand-in-hand, "care for a go?"
They took a hook each and pulled out their ducks. Albus got a liquorice wand, and Scorpius a sugar quill.
"No bag of joy?" Scorpius smirked up at Lily, who shrugged and replied, "This is where I embrace my inner Hufflepuff and tell you something sappy about how the joy was in you all along, but I doubt you'd appreciate it."
"True," Scorpius grimaced, rolling his eyes.
Lily grinned and added, "The bag's a metaphore Scorp, you don't need it."
"I know," Scorpius murmured, eyes sliding over Dream-Albus.
"Not so oblivious anymore?" Lily smirked.
"I don't think so," Scorpius smirked, "not about some things anyway."
"Good to hear."
This time when Dream-Albus and Scorpius watched James dance and sing, Scorpius felt no compulsion to join in, not now when he finally figured out what the dreams were trying to tell him. Once the eldest Potter had finished, Scorpius pulled Dream-Albus up to the tunnel.
"Two please."
"Sure thing," James grinned easily, "hop in, it's on the house."
The cart stopped half-way through, and Dream-Albus snuggled up against Scorpius, who threw an arm around him and kissed the top of his head.
"I love you Scorpius," he breathed out softly.
Scorpius' breath hitched and he felt his heart stutter and then crack.
"Don't say that," he finished, pushing the other boy away.
"What's wrong?" Dream-Albus asked, confused.
"What's wrong?!" Scorpius practically shrieked, "It's fair enough getting me to admit how I feel, but - - how could you say something like that?"
"How?" Dream-Albus said hollowly, eyes watering up, "Did you not want to hear that?"
"No, that's not it," Scorpius groaned, "How could - - don't you know how much that torments me? To hear what I've wanted to hear for years, from something that's made up from my, my dreams, and imagination and wishes! It's too much Albus, too damn much."
Scorpius was shaking violently, and he wrapped his arms tightly around himself as if it would prevent him from flying apart.
"Your dreams?" Dream-Albus said, perplexed.
Realisation dawned across his face, and he gave a sharp laugh, shaking his head.
"Oh Scorp no, you've got it all wrong. I'm Albus."
"Yes, I'm well aware of it."
"No but you don't understand. I'm not made from you, I'm made from me. The pensieve Scorp," he explained, "don't you remember? When we had our interviews for the trials we had a pensieve scan so they could engineer the trials around what we knew. I'm made from my memories, albeit with knowledge about the trials added, so I could help you through, but it's me Scorp."
"Oh my god," Scorpius whispered, eyes closing.
He remembered it now; how he had wanted to adamantly refuse to take part in a pensieve scan, but Albus had smiled The Smile at him, and had held his hand throughout the entire thing. Scorpius' eyes opened, and he regarded the other boy in a new light. He scrabbled over to his friend and kneeled by him, running his hands over his chest, arms, neck and face, which he then cupped as he stared intensely into green eyes.
"Albus?" he whispered with trepidation.
"Hi," Albus replied, flashing The Smile at him.
"Albus…Albus, Albus, Al, Al, Al," Scorpius crooned, and then kissed him passionately.
"Scorp," Albus groaned, kissing him back and pulling him onto his lap, "I can't promise it will be easy, but will you wait for me? Will you wait for me to realise consciously how I feel about you?"
"Yes Al, yes," Scorpius replied, placing frantic little kisses on Albus' jaw and cheeks, "I'd wait forever for you, you're all I want."
The dream burst into bright white light.
****
As the light dimmed, Albus cracked open an eye, and saw that the world had changed dramatically. In the centre of the clearing, Scorpius was laid out on a bed, sleeping peacefully, and he was in colour. Now, it was the world around him that was a faded off-gray, and he watched in amazement as the dragon dived for him and flew straight through him.
"I cannot trust my eyes," Albus murmured, "nothing is as it seems."
He suddenly remembered the grasshopper at these words, and turned and sprinted over to Charlie, fumbling for his bag. He opened it and pulled out the glass bottle he'd gotten back in Ireland, sighing in relief when he saw it wasn't broken. Standing up, he took a deep breath, held it, and opened the bottle.
There was a whining, sucking noise and the faded gray crumpled in on itself, and spinning, was sucked into the bottle. When it was all in, Albus corked the bottle, leaving him, Charlie and Scorpius in the field in a normally coloured world.
Albus, frozen for a moment, stared at his friend stretched out on the bed, unable to process that it was over, that that was really Scorpius, right there, and whole and his. Well, hopefully his. The moment passed, and reality came crashing down.
"SCORPIUS!" Albus yelled joyfully, sprinting up to the bed.
He shook Scorpius' shouldered gently, but the blond didn't stir.
"Scorpius?" he shook the teen harder and prodded him on the side.
"He won't wake up," Albus whined, after a few minutes of trying.
Charlie sighed with exasperation and called out weakly, "Just think of how all princes wake the princesses from an enchanted sleep."
Oh…
Albus started, staring down at Scorpius, slightly agog. What would Scorpius think? Would he be really awkward about it? Would they be able to talk about it? He hadn't brushed his teeth since early that morning – what if he had bad breath?!
Albus snorted and rolled his eyes, quashing the negative thoughts immediately.
"Albus Severus Potter," he scolded himself, "you are in love with him, so stop worrying about what ifs and get on with it."
He gazed wondrously at Scorpius for a while longer. Merlin he was GORGEOUS. Sure, Albus had always known that, but he had never truly realised just how much he took it for granted that he could look at Scorpius whenever and for however long he wanted to before. He knelt by the bed, and put one hand on Scorpius's hand, and the other on his cheek, soaking up the warmth and drinking in the sight of him greedily. He realised that he may never get a chance at this again, and the thought made his throat tighten and his stomach churn unpleasantly. Surely that couldn't be true, not after all they had been through…why else would they have been put in this trial if Scorpius didn't feel something back for him? Albus swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling his eyes prick slightly and he snorted at himself.
"Would you look at me Scorp? Crying like a girl," he joked, "and all because I get to hold your hand…Dammit Scorpius, I – I love you, and if you let me I swear I'll spend the rest of my life showing you how much."
Resolved that if this was going to be his only chance he was going to make it bloody count, he gently kissed Scorpius on the forehead, then smiled, leaned down, and then lovingly, hungrily and FINALLY, kissed the boy he'd wanted to since he was eleven.
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A/N: THE TRIALS ARE OVER!!! X3 i hope you all enjoyed Al and Scorp's wacky journey! in the epilogue: the boys confess how they feel, teddy and james resolve things and it's time to partay! :D PLEASE REVIEW I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER AND SHOWER YOU WILL MAGICAL INTERNET GLITTER!!