"They can't have just disappeared." Elsa exclaimed as she stood in the narrow hallway that the three figures had vanished from. Around the corner Malia was still on the floor, her back pressed against the wall and her eyes trained on a lifeless Tracy Stewart. Elsa scratched her head before she turned back towards the werecoyote. "Actually, who am I kidding? I just shot fire out of my fingertips, so three masked creatures from the planet what the fuck disappearing into thin air isn't entirely outside the realms of possibility. Maybe we should look for them maybe we should…"
When Malia didn't respond instead of carrying on, Elsa moved towards her, crouching down in front of the brunette and obstructing her view of Tracy on the floor behind them. "Hey Malia, are you okay?" Elsa asked, keeping her voice soft. She'd never seen a dead body before, let alone watched someone get murdered right in front of her eyes and internally Elsa Kirsch was completely freaking out, but her concern for Malia pushed all of those feelings aside.
Natalie Martin groaned on the other side of the room, stretching her limbs as she slowly but surely regained her mobility. When she sat up the looked at the two girls, one she knew to be good friends with her daughter, the other she had taught a few times when she subbed at the school last year. Elsa glanced over her shoulder towards her, and for a couple of moments the two simply stared at one another, before Natalie got shakily to her feet and hurried up the stairs desperate to get to the last place she'd seen Lydia. Elsa watched her climb the stairs, making sure that she didn't slip or lose her footing before she turned her full attention back to Malia. She reached out a reassuring hand, rubbing it gently across Malia's shoulder. "You wanna get up?" She asked, smiling half-heartedly when Malia nodded.
The two girls scrambled to their feet, each one using the others weight to help pull herself up. Once they were both stood they turned to Tracy, their arms still clinging to one another in what could only be described as a display of support, both emotionally and physically given the events of the evening. When Scott, Stiles the Sheriff and Scott's boss – a man Elsa only knew to be called Dr Deaton because he was the vet that treated Calamari when he swallowed a bee last summer and suffered an allergic reaction – the two girls turned to face them. Elsa released a sigh of relief at the sight of the alpha, she'd had every faith that he would arrive sooner or later, and she felt safer in his presence despite the fact that the threat had up and left long before he'd even arrived. Malia on the other hand tensed up, holding her hands up. "It wasn't me." She said quickly, her wild gaze flickering from Scott and Stiles, to Elsa beside her who gave her arm another reassuring rub – no one thought Malia had done this, or at least she hoped they didn't.
"What the hell happened to her?" She sheriff demanded.
"There were these people…" Malia began, quickly wiping away the tears that filled her eyes.
"Things." Elsa corrected.
"T-they had masks there was uhm, three of them. I-I think there were three."
"There were." Elsa nodded quickly.
"What are you talking about?" Stiles asked his girlfriend, taking a small step closer to the two girls.
"T-they were strong Stiles." Malia assured him, and Elsa couldn't help but be irritated by the way Stiles was staring at the two of them. Something about his body language was completely off, like he didn't believe a word they were saying. "They h-had a weapon." Malia continued, her voice faltering with emotion.
"We didn't do this." Elsa stated, her voice a little sterner than usual.
Stiles glanced between the two girls, before finally he nodded. "Okay."
"She's not changing back; we're going to need to get her out of here." Deaton was on the floor beside Tracy, her slender wrist in his hand as he checked for a pulse.
Elsa released Malia from her grasp and turned to face the veterinarian, Scott was beside him, his expression serious.
"Hey, absolutely not!" Said the Sheriff. "This is a crime scene. We call the coroner."
"I think the coroner might be very confused by this girl's severed reptilian tail." Dr Deaton's sarcasm was wicked fast and despite the severity of the situation Elsa was unable to stifle the small scoff that fell from her lips, earning herself a glare from Sheriff Stilinski.
"I don't care." Stiles' dad bellowed.
"Well you should, unless you're ready to hold a press conference announcing the presence of supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills?" The two men stared at each other for a long while, a kind of testosterone fuelled stalemate. During which Elsa and Scott made eye contact for the first time since he'd entered the room. You okay? He mouthed at her, she responded with a simple nod.
"Dad he's right." Stiles admitted.
"Maybe we can change her back, you can do that right?" Elsa asked, directing her question towards Deaton. Until about two minutes ago she had thought he was your average run of the mill veterinarian, a nice enough guy, with a penchant for caring for sick animals, but something told her there was a lot more o Alan Deaton than the lab coat he hid behind at work. He shrugged.
"We could take her back to the clinic figure out if we can change her back there and then call the coroner?" Scott suggested.
"T-there is a line." The Sheriff began pacing around the dimly lit basement, "there is a line that we have to draw."
"Dad you've already crossed it… more than once."
"Sheriff please let me help," Deaton stood up "I've dealt with things like this before…"
Sheriff Stilinski turned away from them all, running a hand through his thinning hair as he weighed up his options. When he turned back towards them he shook his head, "just do it fast." He muttered against his better judgement.
The moment he muttered his approval they got to work, Deaton hooked his hands underneath Tracy's arms whilst Scott grabbed her feet and together the pair picked the girl up. Elsa took a step back, getting out of their way so they could carry Tracy up the stairs. She watched them walk past her, her gaze settling on Tracy's face before she turned and followed them up the stairs and back into the main office of the sheriff's department.
Upstairs the scene was chaotic; Shane, Kira and Mrs Martin were crouched around Lydia. Deputy Clarke – who Elsa knew was Hayden Romero's older sister, having seen her at multiple soccer games – stood dumbfounded in the corner of the room, same Elsa thought as she looked at her. The final person Elsa saw was perhaps the last person she'd expected to and when he saw her emerge from the stair way he crossed the room towards her at a rather impressive pace.
Theo didn't know what to think, or really what he was doing. This wasn't part of the plan; Elsa being here, in harm's way was never what he had agreed to. His shock at seeing her was evident as it flashed across his handsome features, though when he thought about it he really should have known that she was around somewhere the moment he'd seen Shane Campbell when he arrived. A he neared her, the petite blonde instinctively took a step towards him and for the briefest of moments he thought she might throw her arms around him in an embrace, but it seemed that she thought better of it at the very last minute and instead chose to simply stand awkwardly in front of him.
"Are you okay?" Theo asked, his eyes widening slightly as he checked every inch of her for injuries. Without really thinking about his actions he took Elsa's face gently in his hands, his fingertips weaving their way into her blonde hair. Theo's blue eyes scanned her face before finally locking gaze with her own. "Are you hurt?" He asked, his tone quite serious. He would never admit to it, especially not to the people he was working for, but since the night that he arrived in Beacon Hills and first laid eyes on Elsa Kirsch she'd immediately become a problem for him. Theo Raeken wanted power and a pack, and the people that he worked for, the same people that had murdered Tracy Stewart, could offer him just that. But what Theo also wanted was currently standing right in front of him, her large blue eyes blinking slowly as they stared straight into his. Elsa was everything that Theo could never be, she was kind, friendly and full of hope for the future, she didn't see the same darkness in the world that he did and it was for that reason that he hadn't wanted her involved in this. Unfortunately for him, she was in so deep that escape was looking less and less likely with each passing day.
In any other situation Elsa would've wriggled out of his grasp, and chastised Theo for simply assuming that he had the right to put his hands on her. But something about the concern in his eyes and the way he was looking at her made her forget that she was supposed to hate this guy. "I'm okay. Really, I'm fine." She assured him, instinctively leaning her face into his hand as he stroked a tentative thumb across her cheekbone.
"If anything had happened to you…" Theo's voice trailed off into silence and he took a small step closer to her, he considered pressing his lips gently to her forehead before thinking better of it and pulling away completely, his hands leaving her face and falling limply to his sides. "You weren't supposed to be here." He finished quietly.
Around the room, those that were watching the scene stared. Shane raised a brow, and Scott and Stiles exchanged a glance. Stiles narrowed his eyes. "Well neither were you." He coughed out, interrupting the moment between Elsa and Theo completely.
Elsa suddenly became very aware of everyone else in the room, and after one last look at Theo she stepped away from him, sidestepping around him and moving to crouch beside Shane. She pulled her best friend into a tight embrace, burying her face in Shane's dark hair and wishing away the rest of the world.
"We're lucky that he was." Kira defended Theo, nodding towards Lydia and the makeshift tourniquet Theo had created using his belt. Theo turned to the kitsune and offered a small smile of thanks; Stiles ran a hand down his face and nodded reluctantly.
"Where the hell is the ambulance?" He muttered as Scott and Deaton disappeared out of the station carrying Tracy between them.
When it finally arrived ten or so minutes later, Mrs Martin went with Lydia in the ambulance, Stiles, Malia and Kira drove in the jeep and with Shane at the wheel Theo and Elsa drove Lydia's car out of the sheriff stations small parking lot and across town to Beacon Hills Memorial hospital where everyone piled into the waiting room to await news about Lydia's conditions.
No one spoke; instead they all sat on the uncomfortable chairs in complete and utter silence. Shane perched herself on the arm of Elsa's chair and gently ran her fingers through her best friends blonde hair, it was something she'd done for years and something she knew calmed Elsa down when she was stressed out over one thing or the next. She'd never had to do it to calm her down after witnessing a murder before but it seemed to be doing the trick just fine. Theo sat on the chair directly opposite Elsa, his hands clasped together, his chin resting against his knuckles and his elbows digging into his knees. Occasionally he'd glance upwards towards the blonde, and watch her carefully for a few moments, making sure that she was okay before redirecting his gaze back to the same spot on the floor. When Scott and Liam arrived Stiles stood up, and when Melissa McCall stepped into the waiting room so did everyone else.
"Stiles…" Melissa addressed only him, but everyone else moved to circle her regardless.
"How bad is it?" Stiles asked hurriedly.
"It could have been worse." Melissa assured him, and Stiles released a breath of relief. "Theo, nice going on that tourniquet you probably saved her life." She added.
Elsa glanced towards Theo, who looked uncharacteristically bashful. He nodded slowly as Melissa and his eyes widened slightly as he felt Elsa gently slip her hand into his own.
"You did good." She whispered, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, Theo turned to her with a small smile before both of them turned their attention back to Melissa, this time hand in hand.
On the opposite side of the hallway Stiles watched the pair of them through suspicious eyes, and their handholding didn't go unnoticed by Scott either, whose dark gaze watched the way Elsa's thumb stroked gently against the back of Theo's hand. He only looked away when his mom spoke again.
"Alright she's about to go in for surgery, so it's gonna be a while."
Stiles tore his gaze away from Theo, turning back to Melissa and nodding ever so slightly.
"Any other supernatural details that I need to know about or should we just stitch her up and hope for the best?" Melissa asked.
"It was the tail." Kira stepped forward.
"Yeah." Elsa agreed.
A look of confusion flashed across Melissa's face and Scott hurried to explain it to his mom. "Tracy cut her with the tail…if that makes a difference."
"Okay." His mom nodded, securing her stethoscope around her neck as she walked away from the group of teenagers.
"But it wasn't just Tracy, t-there were the others." Malia piped up, it was the first time Elsa had heard the werecoyote speak since they'd been in the basement and she nodded in agreement.
"Yeah the guys in the masks." Elsa explained, frowning when Scott and Stiles exchanged a glance that told her that they didn't quite believe the two girls' story. "We're not lying." She added defiantly, Malia glanced at her and then back to Stiles, her eyes wide and pleading innocence.
"We never said that you were." Scott's voice didn't sound as reassuring as Elsa had hoped that it would, but the small smile he offered her would suffice, for now.
Soon after that they all returned to their seats, Shane perched once again on the arm of the chair, instinctively twirling locks of Elsa's blonde hair around in her fingers, and once again everyone was silent, each one of them lost in their own thoughts on the nights events. They stayed in the hospital until Lydia was wheeled out of the operating theatre and into her own private room. Assured by Melissa that the surgery was a resounding success, they were all asked as politely as possible to leave, to go home and get some rest, as of now the only people allowed into visit Lydia Martin were family and members of law enforcement.
"Should I call Oli?" Shane asked as she walked arm in arm with Elsa through the main doors of the hospital and out into the parking lot. Stiles had headed sleepily towards his jeep with Malia, Liam, Scott and Kira in tow but Elsa and Shane had lingered back – still not convinced that they were really part of the group despite having gone through just as much as everyone else tonight.
"No, no don't he'll have questions that I don't really feel like answering right now. I'll call Vik." Shane thought over her friend's words for a moment before nodding slowly. Elsa slipped her hand into her pocket, retrieving her phone and punching in her uncle's cell phone number. She turned away from Shane whilst the phone rang, it was late and she half expected Viktor not to pick up but to her surprise after only one ring she heard his voice at the other end of the line.
"Hej farbror" she greeted, doing her very best to keep her voice as breezy as possible. On the other end of the line Viktor Kirsch cleared his throat, greeting his niece with much more enthusiasm than a man who had just been woken up at almost two in the morning would usually do. "Me and Shane are at the hospital…no, we're both fine….yeah….we just need a ride home…I'll explain later….okay thank you Vik…adjö." She clicked the button to end the call, slipping the phone back into her pocket when she was finished and moving back to Shane's side, sliding her arm through Shane's, resting her chin on the brunette's shoulder. "He's on his way." She explained, and Shane nodded, resting her own head on top of Elsa's lightly.
"Do you guys need a ride home?" Scott called out, gesturing towards Stiles' jeep, much to his best friends displeasure. "We can all pile in I'm sure."
"I don't think so Scotty…" Stiles mused, making a point of counting the number of people that stood around his Jeep and then counting the number of chairs inside the blue car. Scott rolled his eyes, turning back to Elsa and offering her a meek smile.
"It's fine." She waved him off. "I've called my uncle; he's on his way now."
"Do you want us to wait till he gets here?" Scott suggested as everyone else piled into the Jeep. Elsa shook her head.
"We'll be fine."
"I'll stay with them till he gets here." Theo appeared out of the sliding glass doors that served as an entrance to Beacon Hills Memorial.
"Contrary to popular belief we are quite capable of standing around without supervision you know." Shane muttered, too tired to lift her head from its resting position against Elsa's, but not too tired to sass a couple of boys fighting over who got to be her best friend's white knight.
Scott and Theo stared intensely at one another for a short while before Scott finally broke face, pressing his lips together in a thin line and nodding his head once quickly. "Alright then, I'll see you guys at school tomorrow. I'm glad that you're both okay." With that he turned away from them, climbing into the Jeep where Stiles and the rest of his pack were ready to leave and waiting for him.
Theo tucked his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, a hint of a smirk etching itself upon his lips; he turned towards Elsa and Shane with a triumphant twirl, only to have the smirk wiped off his face when he was met with Shane's less than impressed expression. "Oh…oh you really don't want me to stay?" He asked, shocking even himself when he sounded genuinely hurt. "Elsa?" He asked quietly, taking a step closer to the blonde. Shane responded by wrapping a defiant arm around her best friend.
"It's been a long night." Shane stated simply.
Elsa, whose eyes had flickered to a sleepy close the moment she'd rested her head against Shane's shoulder, lifted her head slowly, her blue eyes fluttering open. "I just want to go home to bed." She said quietly and Theo nodded slowly at her words. "I'll see you at school tomorrow?"
"Sure, yeah of course. Okay…well then, I'll just uh…leave." He walked a few paces away from the two girls, stopping after a few metres and turning to glance at them over his shoulder.
"Goodnight Theo." Shane said coolly.
"Goodnight girls."
Elsa moved to rest her head on Shane's shoulder once more, her left arm snaking around her best friends waist for both warmth and as a symbol of emotional support. "Was that a dick move?" She wondered aloud. "Making him leave I mean."
"Probably." Shane agreed with a shrug, mirroring Elsa's movements and hugging the shorter blonde close to her body. "But the love triangle trope is done to death, you're better than that."
"It's only a love triangle if all three parties are interested."
"Believe me Scott McCall is more than interested." Shane said knowingly, despite Elsa not saying who it was she was talking about.
"You think?"
"Trust me, I know."
Elsa's blue eyes scanned Theo's frame appreciatively as he walked out of the hospital parking lot. "Don't get me wrong I really like Scott, and I've been crushing on him since I was like seven or eight…" Elsa released a small breath. "But there's something about Theo."
"Mmm I know what you mean, could be his abs, or that chiselled jawline. Might even be those swimming pool baby blues, sure as hell aint his personality though 'cause that's shady as fuck." Shane mused, stifling a laugh.
Elsa scoffed, nudging Shane with her elbow. "He's not like that with me, a bit of a cocky asshole sure, but I don't think he's a bad guy."
"We'll see." Shane narrowed her eyes slightly as she watched Theo finally disappear out of the parking lot. She mulled over Elsa's words, and frowned at the thought of them. She didn't know Theo Raeken, not really, but there was something about him that caused a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. That, and the fact that he'd been fairly prominent in the nightmare she'd experienced the night before, not that she'd had the chance to mention that to Elsa yet.
After almost a week of getting next to no sleep, learning to harness her newly found supernatural abilities and generally having a quarter life crisis, the next day Elsa was barely conscious in her AP Biology class, let alone paying attention and so when the teacher called on Theo, who was sat beside her, to answer a question she jumped. Her jerking movement caused the notes that she'd been half-heartedly working on for the past hour or so to scatter across the table and their biology teacher raised a brow.
"If 99.9% of our DNA sequence is the same as other humans, what could account for the other 0.1% difference?" Their biology teacher repeated herself, turning away from the chalkboard at the room to face the class. "Theo?"
"Uhm, nucleotides." Theo answered correctly, much to the shock of Scott McCall who turned to glance at his fellow student, a look of sheer disbelief washing over his features. Elsa, who had long since gone back to resting her head against her arms, gave Theo a small thumbs up as a sign of congratulations.
"That's right." Mrs Finch explained, offering Theo a smile. When Kira raised a steady hand Mrs Finch turned her attention towards her. "Yes Kira?"
"Can there be more than one species in the same DNA?" Kira asked, an odd question Elsa thought and one that peaked the blonde's interest so much so that she actually raised her head from the desk, interested to find out the answer.
"No." Mrs Finch replied quite simply, moving to explain herself when she was met with a sea of blank faces. "But there can be multiple sets of DNA in the same individual, we call that a chimera. Anyone know where that term comes from?" Surprising both Mrs Finch and herself, Elsa raised a sleepy hand. "Yes Elsa?"
"It's from Greek mythology; the chimera was a female monster, part lion part goat and part snake. She breathed fire and was the sibling of Cerberus, you know the three headed dog from the Harry Potter books? Yeah, the chimera was pretty badass I'd say." The class erupted into a quiet buzz of laughter, much to Mrs Finch's displeasure.
"Okay thank you for that history lesson Miss Kirsch…though not entirely scientifically accurate that does get us on to the topic of genetic mutation and as you'd know from the reading DNA is a fragile molecule isn't it Scott?" Scott glanced up from the piece of paper he'd been furiously writing notes on, Elsa stretched forwards in her stool, trying her very best to get a glance at the notepad in front of him but failing miserably. "Or did you miss last night's assigned reading?"
"Kind of."
"Kind of or yes?"
"Mostly yes." Scott admitted.
"Well then, thank you for another helpful transition in topic, drop forms!" Mrs Finch collected a handful of papers from her desk at the front of the class and moved around the room to distribute a few to specific students. "All those now acutely aware that they do not belong in this class you should fill his out. The rest will be on my desk." She placed the rest of the forms down with a thud and then took a step away from them, indicating the end of class.
"What're you doing for your free period?" Elsa asked Theo as she stood up, packing her books and notepads away into her tattered old backpack. Theo smiled at her whilst he did the same.
"Are you asking me on a date Elsa Kirsch?" He teased.
Praying that the warmth in her cheeks wasn't as blindingly obvious as she thought it was Elsa shook her head. "It was just a question, you know, casual conversation. I can go back to ignoring your existence if you'd like?"
Theo laughed, securing the strap of his backpack over his shoulder. "I wouldn't like that at all."
"Well then, what are you doing in free period?"
"I've actually got a few things to do."
"Oh…" Elsa stepped around their work bench, out of the corner of her eye she watched Scott pick up a drop out form and made a mental note to ask him about it later. "Oh right, okay then." She turned back to Theo who shook his head at her.
"It's uh, work stuff. My boss is a real hardass so I can't exactly skip just to hang out with a cute girl."
She blushed again and mentally cursed herself for doing so, never in her life had Elsa Kirsch been such a girly girl and yet here she was. "Well then, tell your boss he is an asshole from me."
Theo laughed. "Believe me one day I will."
He spared her one last glance as he ducked out of the room, and Elsa watched him leave before she bounded over to Scott with a grin. "I saw you pick that up." She said matter of factly.
"Yeah, so did Mrs Finch and she didn't try to stop me." Scott sighed.
"Don't take her so seriously, you're smarter than that Scott McCall. And who cares if you didn't do the reading? I think the night we had last night is more than enough reason not to pick up an AP bio text book don't you?" As the pair walked down the hall a handful of nosy students listened in on their conversation, one student in particular caught only the last sentence and offered Scott a high-five as he walked past him. "Oh dream on Greenberg, you, I and everyone else in this school know you've never got past first base." A couple of students sniggered and Scott smirked, a smirk which turned to a laugh when Greenberg slowly lowered his hand from the air and scurried off down the hallway.
"I always forget you two dated."
"Believe me I try to as well. Him and all the other disastrous relationships I've had."
"You'll find the right person someday."
Elsa smiled up at him as the pair entered the library. "I hope so."
They walked silently side by side up the staircase at the far end of the room, making their way up to one of the balconies that encircled the library, Kira had run ahead to secure them a table, one that was much more secluded and where it was less likely that anyone would over hear what they were talking about. Elsa placed her backpack down on the floor when they got there, pulling out the chair opposite Kira's and taking a seat. The kitsune had already gathered a whole pile of books on mythology, folklore and the supernatural and she smiled at the face Elsa pulled at the sight of it.
"It's a lot huh?" The brunette mused and Elsa nodded in agreement pulling open the nearest book to her and getting stuck in.
She didn't know how long they'd been sitting there reading and taking notes, but Scott's voice dragged her out of the trancelike state she'd falling into, looking up she blinked her eyes a few times waiting for them to adjust to looking at something that wasn't simply black text on paper. "Did you get in to see Lydia?" Scott had asked Stiles who'd bounded up the stairs two at a time, Malia not far behind him.
Stiles shook his head. "No, I tried using my free period but she's still in the ICU and no one outside family is allowed in."
"We did get one thing." Malia announced triumphantly, placing a large and incredibly old looking book down onto the table. Elsa twisted in her seat, turning her head so that she wasn't reading the title upside down. 'Beastiary' she sounded the words out in her head, she'd heard Shane talking about one of these books a few days ago – apparently her brunette best friend had spent the majority of the night Elsa had first told her everything learning as much as she could from google.
"Anything in here about half werewolves half kanimas?" Kira asked her tone somewhere halfway between joking and serious – she, just like Elsa, was growing tired of trolling through a seemingly endless amount of pages in old books, whilst simultaneously getting absolutely no closer to any answers.
"Chimera." Scott muttered quietly, more to himself than to anyone else. Though when he sensed all pairs of eyes on him he straightened up and explained himself. "It' a creature made of incongruous parts. And if Liam said he found two burial sites then it means that Tracy is not the only one."
Everyone around the table glanced at one another before turning their attention back to Scott. "Who's the second chimera?" Kira asked the very question they were all thinking.
"…and why do they bury them?" Elsa asked.
"Deaton thinks it's part of their process."
Malia swallowed hard. "The people in the masks."
Stiles tapped his fingers rhythmically against the back of the chair he was standing behind. "So if what Deaton said is right, then these chimeras are just normal people who have been made into something supernatural right?"
"Right." Scott agreed.
"So the second chimera would be someone who until quite recently didn't display any supernatural abilities right?"
"…right." Scott's voice was beginning to sound slightly less positive with each word that fell from Stiles' lips.
"Well I've got a pretty good idea who the next person we're looking for it then." One of Stiles' hands scratched at the back of his head whilst the other waved in the air towards Elsa.
Her mouth fell open in shock and Elsa scoffed. "What me? You think I am one of those masked freaks' Frankensteins?"
"Well how else do you explain spouting fire powers out of nowhere?" Stiles asked, sarcasm lacing his tones. "Climbed out of any holes recently Kirsch?"
A/N: Here I was thinking full time employment would mean less frequent updates...I guess working all day has motivated me to use my free time for something more productive & I am so glad because I am absolutely loving writing Elsa and this fic at the moment! As usual I really hope you enjoyed the chapter and if you did then faves/follows/reviews would be greatly appreciated. From Ashes is two reviews away from 100 and I've never been so excited for anything in my entire life! As always if you'd like to see any Elsa edits then head over to my blog on tumblr (lydamartin) and if you'd like to tag either me or Elsa in anything on tumblr then please use the tag 'Elsa Kirsch' because I check that most days. Again I really hope you enjoyed the chapter, let me know what you think and thank you for your continued support!