a/n: After you're done reading this, I want you to go and thank every writer who's written a love scene that makes you melt, because that ish is hard work! Speaking of which, if you're under 18 you really shouldn't read past the second set of asterisks. In all honesty, you don't miss much after that.

Read on my little love muffins. I'll say some thanks at the end.

Ch 11 – Soaring

Dedicated to BabySis

Song: Diamond Shovel by Ramona Falls (go find it on iTunes – it's really pretty)

Just as Emmett had said, the Forks Police Department showed up about an hour later. Officers Kachiri and Zafrina took the statements of the people involved and began taping off the crime scenes.

"We'll get the tape down as soon as possible," Officer Kachiri told Jasper as Officer Zafrina dragged a screaming Angela to the police cruiser parked out front.

"Oh God! The sun! Am I sparkling? I'm sparkling, aren't I? Oh the injustice!" Angela's screams echoed back to the hospital. She was still under the impression that she was turning into a vampire.

Officer Kachiri continued on: only the elevated tone of her voice indicating she heard Angela at all. "We'll need to keep in contact while we investigate. Take my card and call me if you think of anything else. I know you're all tired. Feel free to head home, but I'd prefer that none of you leave the city until the investigation is complete."

Jasper nodded his head. "That shouldn't be a problem."

Kate walked into the hospital, her head turning to take in the police officer, caution tape and haggard state of the staff.

"I'm sorry I couldn't come in last night," she said to Jasper, still looking around. "But…what the hell happened here?"

Jasper shook his head. "It's a long story."

"Angela thought she was a vampire slayer and decided to use the storm as an opportunity to kill off everyone she thought was a vampire," Emmett said, walking up behind Jasper with Rose and Alice. They had just gotten Bella settled in her room.

"Or not…" Jasper said with a sigh.

Kate's eyes were wide with surprise. "But…she seemed so nice. And I'm sorry, did you say she killed someone?"

"Technically three someones," Emmett responded. "Jessica and Nessie, and then James, the new patient."

Kate's jaw dropped and tears began to well up in her eyes. "Oh no…but…Nessie…she was just so young."

The group nodded their heads in unison, knowing exactly how Kate was feeling.

"Kate, if you wouldn't mind holding down the fort, we'd appreciate it. We've already got the patients into their rooms, and after last night's excitement, I imagine they'll pretty much sleep the day away," Jasper said, reaching behind him to grab Alice's hand. "I think we're all going to head home now. Try to rest up. Someone will be in to relieve you tonight."

Kate nodded her head, still in a daze.

"Call if you need anything." Jasper patted Kate on the shoulder and headed out the front door of the hospital, still holding Alice's hand. Emmett and Rose followed behind.

They all shielded their eyes against the bright sun but refused to look away, relishing the natural lighting.

"If you don't mind, Emmett, I'm going to take Alice home with me. I'm not inclined to let her out of my sight just yet," Jasper said, looking down at Alice warmly.

"He doesn't mind." Alice smiled and let Jasper drag her to his car.

***

Rose relaxed in the bathtub, letting her fingers shrivel as she tried to push back the images from the past 24 hours. She felt equal parts guilty and relieved that she couldn't cry. She simply didn't have the strength. Her heart did hurt, though; it felt as if it had been involved in a knock down, drag out fight.

Probably the worst part of the night was being witness to Edward's goodbye to Bella. Alice told Rose not to get her hopes up, but there was so much finality to his tone that Rose found it difficult not to believe him. Bella had gone nearly catatonic afterwards. She would hardly speak to Rose and was entirely silent around everyone else.

It was impossible for her to feel even slightly relieved at Edward's departure when she saw how much it hurt Bella. Part of her even resented him for it, try as she might to look on the bright side.

When the water finally started to cool around her, she got out and toweled off. She slipped Emmett's borrowed shirt over her head and tiptoed across the hallway to her room. Rose couldn't help but glance in the direction of Emmett's room. It was quiet, but there was a sliver of light shining beneath the door.

Rose took her time getting into bed. She puttered about, unpacking her suitcases and braiding her hair so that it wouldn't be a disaster in the morning. She drew the curtain over the windows and threw an extra blanket up, attempting to block the light from the sun. Eventually, when she ran out of things to do, she climbed into the tall bed and turned off the light.

As she lay there in the dark, her mind began to work overtime. Thoughts of Angela spun through her mind. She tried to look for clues that she had missed. Things that might have showed her that Angela was the killer and ways she might have prevented the deaths of Nessie and Jessica, but there was nothing. Angela had really just seemed like an all around nice person.

Shortly after she closed her eyes, she began to drift off, but flickers of Jessica's body and James's hands on her throat kept her from falling asleep. The bed was too large around her, and the house Alice and Emmett lived in was old and frequently made noises that, before, she could have easily ignored. But now, alone in bed and trying to avoid the frightening thoughts that filled her mind, it was impossible to do.

Each thump was James about to walk through the door. Small tinks of the pipes had her curling into a fetal position, preparing for Angela to walk through the door with a whisk or some other kitchen utensil. It was just too much.

Rose leapt out of bed and threw the light on. She paced around the room, trying to figure out what to do. Short of being knocked out, there was no way she was sleeping without nightmares.

She wrung the hem of the large shirt around her hands and dropped her head to her chest to breathe in the lingering scent of Emmett's cologne. It immediately set her more at ease, and she knew what she had to do.

Quietly, she opened the door and peeked her head out of the room, listening for sounds that indicated whether or not Emmett was asleep. When she didn't hear anything, she padded lightly down the hall to see if the light was still on under the door. It was.

Rose continued to pace outside his door for several seconds, debating whether or not she should go in. She wanted to. She needed to. But she didn't want him to get the wrong impression.

Finally, she decided that sleep was more important than anything else, especially if she was going to have to go back to the hospital anytime soon. She knocked lightly on the door and opened it at the same time, peeking her head into his room.

Emmett was lying in bed. The lamp on the nightstand was giving him just enough light to read, as he had also covered his windows with blankets. He looked up at Rose and smiled. "Can't sleep either?" he asked, setting the book down on his lap.

Rose shook her head and walked into the room. She stood at the foot of his bed, trailing her fingers across the footboard. "I keep seeing Jessica," she admitted quietly.

Emmett nodded his head. "I keep going back between Jessica, Nessie and…" He took a deep breath. "And James. Seeing him…and you…in the closet."

Rose nodded her head. She moved to the side of the bed and sat carefully on it, her back to Emmett. "Do you think we'll ever stop seeing it?" she asked solemnly.

"I don't know," he said with a sigh.

Rose felt the bed jostle underneath her and saw Emmett's feet approach her. He stood beside her, hesitant to reach out.

"Would you maybe…" he began. She looked up at Emmett and saw his hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Would you want to sleep…in here?" he asked. "Just sleep. Nothing else. But it might…I don't know…help? Maybe?"

Rose didn't say anything for a moment, just looked up into his eyes.

"I'm sorry. That was a stupid idea," Emmett said and then moved to walk away.

Rose reached out and grabbed his hand. "Alright."

Emmett's eyes lit up, but he didn't smile. "Alright," he repeated and walked to the other side of the bed to pull down the covers for her.

Once Rose was tucked in, he got back into bed on his side and turned out the lamp. "Sleep well," he said.

Rose responded by reaching out for his hand in the dark and holding onto it with her own.

Sometimes, in the dark, you find truth. She had drawn this imaginary line between herself and Emmett. And now, lying next to him with his hand surrounding hers, she wasn't sure it existed anymore. And in truth, she wasn't sure it ever had.

***

Rose woke up more rested than she thought possible and lay in bed pulling her thoughts out of the murky morning haze. Yesterday felt like an awful dream, but the slight throbbing in her throat was proof that it was more than a nightmare. She tried to remember exactly where she was without opening her eyes. It was warm. Very warm. And as she attempted to stretch out her sore limbs, she realized that whatever she was lying on was most certainly not a mattress.

Her eyes flickered open, and as she looked around, she remembered. The sun had long since gone into hiding, casting everything in dark shadows, but it was unmistakably Emmett's room. He was everywhere: in the clothes strewn haphazardly on the floor, in the sports trophies lining his book shelf, but most notably, he was beneath Rose. Literally.

Somehow, over the course of the night, she had found her way to Emmett's chest and now lay on top of him, curled up like a kitten. He had his arms wrapped around her in a snug cocoon that restricted her movements entirely. To add to this already inappropriate situation, the t-shirt she was wearing had risen during the course of the night. The tactile sensation of his naked chest beneath Rose's bare stomach sent her heart on a sprint.

Even though her fingers begged to explore the man beneath her, Rose kept them clenched in fists against her body. She did, however, allow herself to bask in his warmth for a few moments until he shifted slightly, reminding her of the less than platonic nature of their position. Something long and quite hard was pressing into her thigh through his pajama bottoms. He shifted again and her breath hitched in her chest. Images of all the things she had imagined doing to him...with him...over the past few months flashed before her eyes, and suddenly the heat she was feeling was coming from within.

Rose wanted to stay there, rubbing herself up against his body, but wasn't entirely sure she was ready. Considering everything they had been through, she needed to be positive that her feelings for him were legitimate and not just the product of a need for consolation. There was just too much to lose by rushing in. And lying there breathing in his overtly masculine scent wasn't exactly going to provide her with an unbiased resolution.

She shifted slightly on top of him, trying to lift one of his massive arms off. Before Rose had made much progress, Emmett tightened his arms around her, pulling her deeper into his chest. "Good morning beautiful," he greeted. His deep voice made gruff by sleep rumbled through his body and into hers, creating the most inappropriately delicious vibration. It occurred to Rose that she could hear that greeting every morning for the rest of her life and never tire of it.

Get it together. Now is not the time, she told herself, but responded, "Morning," and made a second attempt at breaking free now that he was awake. His arms tightened even more, binding her arms between their bodies. "Do you mind?" she asked wriggling around.

This close to him, not only did Rose feel the deep gasp of breath he took, but also the twitch of his...she couldn't even bring herself to say it in her head. She had to stifle a moan that nearly escaped her throat, revealing just how much she'd rather stay in bed.

"I don't mind at all." He kept one arm tight around her shoulders, leaving his other hand free to roam around her exposed skin. His large hands were deceptively delicate as they grazed gently across her back. To say it left a wake of goose bumps in its path would have been a terrible understatement. It was like her skin flared to life beneath his touch; her breath and the beat of her heart were erratic and staggered; her face froze in a mixture of fear and elation.

Rose knew she had to do something before things proceeded to the next level. She couldn't risk Alice's friendship. And more than that, she couldn't risk hurting Emmett. She needed an element of surprise, because her strength alone was going to get her nowhere.

As Emmett continued working his hands across her back, getting more and more adventurous as each second passed, Rose managed to get her arms positioned where she could easily push herself forward. She had a strategy. And that strategy could and would probably backfire, but she went for it anyway.

Without wasting another second, she pushed herself forward roughly in his arms, sliding quickly up to his face and colliding with his lips. Rose nearly abandoned her plan of escape as he growled into her mouth, but when her plan worked and he loosened his arms in surprise, she broke free, gasping for breath.

Rose flew back to the corner of his bed, nearly falling onto the hard floor. A slow smirk spread across his face and his eyebrow rose in amusement, but his eyes revealed that he wouldn't let her get away so easily.

"Shower," she managed to say as she nearly flung herself out of the room and into the hallway. She had given up trying to maintain any sort of composure around him.

Emmett looked out the door after her as if she had left a visible trail.

Rose sought refuge in the bathroom and locked the door before sliding against the wall to the ground. Her heart battered against her chest, attempting to break free of its cage. If that were even possible, she knew exactly where it would flee. It would go down the hall to the room every cell in her body was pleading with her to return to. She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to unlock the door, and decided that what she needed was a nice, long, cold shower.

These cold showers were going to get old fast.

She quickly undressed, avoiding looking at herself in the mirror. She didn't need to see the bruises to remind her of last night.

Of the two primary thoughts in Rose's mind, she much preferred to tackle Emmett – probably more literally than figuratively – but even that was dangerous.

When she jumped under the icy spray, cursing the Pacific Northwest for its naturally freezing cold water, she wrapped her arms around herself and attempted to focus rationally on how best to handle the Emmett situation. Unfortunately, even with the ungodly temperature of the water, she could still feel his hands on her back, rendering the shower useless. Rose continued standing there anyway, trying to push back any visions of him, but they assaulted her imagination like a petulant child throwing a tantrum.

Once she managed to find some focus, the torrent of water cascading down her back seemed to be slowly eroding the mountain of justifications she had built as to why she and Emmett shouldn't be together. They washed away down the drain, leaving her standing precariously on the ledge of her only remaining reason. And that reason was flimsy at best.

Time.

It had only been 48 hours since Rose had officially ended things with Royce. Was it too soon to jump into a relationship? If it was too soon, did she even care? That emotional ledge was quite possibly the most frightening place she had ever been –the last 24 hours included.

Rose had been standing under the showerhead for some time, mulling over her thoughts. When a loud bang rattled the bathroom door, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Jesus Christ," she breathed to herself, bracing her hands on either side of the shower head.

Two seconds later, she heard the door open and footsteps walk into the bathroom.

"I told you I would come in here if you took too long." Emmett's voice was full of humor as he reminded her of the threat he made her first night there.

"How in the hell did you get in? I locked the door."

"Please. Like a locked door could stop me," he said with a chuckle.

"I'll be out in a second. Then it'll be all yours."

"That's fine. I think I'll wait right here." She could hear those devious dimples from behind the shower curtain.

Rose took the chance to peek her head out and saw him leaning against the bathroom counter, holding a towel in his hand.

"You know, I thought there would be a lot more steam in here. That's why I came in – I wanted to make sure there was enough hot water," he said thoughtfully. "Now why would you need to take a cold shower?" Emmett glanced in her direction with a knowing smirk.

Rose closed the shower curtain and bit her lip."It helps wake me up?" she responded, but it sounded more like a question.

"I take cold showers too sometimes, but usually for different reasons" he said.

"Felt like you could use one this morning," she grumbled to herself, slightly annoyed, slightly amused, and maybe wishing a little that he would just get in and join her.

"Is that an invitation?"

He had heard her.

"It most certainly is not," she said sternly. If her body was capable of acting of its own accord, she was sure she would be kicking herself. "If you set one foot in here..." Rose couldn't think of an appropriate threat as her imagination took off on a tangent of various scenes with Emmett and her together in the shower.

"Don't worry. For some reason, I always envision our first shower together as a hot one." He let the double entendre hang in the air. Rose was thankful that he couldn't see her knees almost give out beneath her.

She reached down and turned off the water. Being naked with him within arm's reach was just too much for her to handle. "If you'll hand me the towel, the shower's all yours," she said, sticking her hand out of the curtain.

"Hmmmm..."

"What are you hmmming about?" She jutted her hand out again, waiting to make contact with the fabric.

"I'm just wondering what I'll get in return for being your cabana boy and fetching your towel."

"My thanks," she replied shortly. "And a kick in the shin if you don't hand it over in the next three seconds."

He laughed. "Tempting. But I think a repeat performance of yesterday morning would be a little more...rewarding."

"Oh for the love of God," she groaned, exasperated.

"I think you've been spending too much time with Edward," he said with a laugh.

Finally, after standing in the shower with her teeth chattering because she was so cold, Emmett draped the towel over the curtain rod. She snatched it quickly and wrapped it around herself before opening the curtain.

The next few seconds were a series of rapid transformations of Emmett's facial expression. Initially, as Rose stepped onto the bath mat, while his face showed the tiniest hint of surprise, his smug grin revealed a man that knew exactly what he was doing. Then, as he really looked at Rose, his tongue darted out to lick his lips, and his once aquamarine eyes almost seemed to turn sapphire, clouded with lust. They changed again as he raked his eyes up her body and came to rest on her neck and shoulders. As he examined the bruises at her neck, staring hard as if he could erase them just by looking, his eyes were a stormy and turbulent ocean of emotions, none of them warm or welcoming.

When Emmett finally managed to tear his gaze away from her neck to look her in the eyes, Rose saw anger, revenge and guilt. "Jesus, Rose. That can't feel good. Should I take you to the hospital?" he asked quietly. He took a step toward her, ignoring her unclothed state, and ran his hands through the air over her neck, as if there were some invisible force field keeping him from making contact.

Rose grabbed his hands in hers and brought them down to his side. "It's all superficial," she replied. "It looks worse than it is."

It was cold in the old house, and even with the towel, her teeth continued to chatter audibly and goose bumps rose across her skin. Emmett reacted quickly, drawing her in toward his chest, pinning her arms between them as a barrier.

"I'm so sorry, Rose. I shouldn't have left you alone in there." She could feel his head shake above her before he planted a kiss on her forehead, letting his mouth linger there for a moment.

Rose looked up into his eyes. "You couldn't have known. It's not your fault. And you saved me. When it counted, you were there. And that's all that matters." She lifted her arms from between them and placed a hand on either side of his face.

Rose had only to look into his expressive eyes to see all that he felt for her. To see that he loved her. That he would do anything for her. And no amount of waiting would change that. She could see it because the same feelings were reciprocated in her heart. They'd make it work, somehow. Because it was meant to be. She took that leap off the ledge, the last reason – like the line – crumbling away as if it had never existed, and fell.

Rose circled her arms around his neck, pulling herself up slightly. She gently placed a light kiss on his left cheek and then slowly moved to his right side, her nose brushing his as she passed, and kissed him again. She could feel the towel tighten against her back, as Emmett use it to bring her closer.

"Thank you, Emmett," she said, before brushing her lips against his.

He was breathing deeply now, his eyes fluttering open and closed. "For what?" he asked softly.

"For being there for me. For being you." Rose hadn't moved away from his face, and with each word, her lips skimmed across his.

Emmett gathered the towel around tighter, bringing their bodies flush against each other before lowering his mouth to hers. Their lips moved in a synchronized rhythm, dancing and rejoicing in their union.

It felt like second nature as Rose's hands traced across his body in light caresses. Her hands knew their way across his skin as if they had traveled the distance thousands of times before. Each muscle of his back. The width of his shoulders. The tapering at his waist to that glorious V. It was a heady sensation, the excitement of it being the first time, and the feeling that they had been together this way many times before.

She felt the towel skim down as it dropped to the floor at her feet. Emmett dragged his hands down her body slowly, teasing her as he reached the sensitive sides of her breasts. As he neared her hips, he paused.

"I'm going to take you to my bedroom now unless you stop me." To emphasize his point, he pressed his hips into hers, letting her know where they were headed if she decided to take that next step.

Rose's breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him. She let a smile slowly spread across her face before sucking her lower lip between her teeth. "If you're waiting on me to stop you, you're going to be waiting a very long time. And personally, I think we can both find better uses of that time."

Emmett smiled widely, and Rose wasn't sure his dimples had ever been so beautiful. Before she had a chance to process anything, he swooped her up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and claiming her mouth yet again.

They stumbled down the hallway together, running into walls and knocking picture frames off the wall. They were blissfully happy, wrapped around each other and laughing in between passionate kisses. Eventually, they made it to his room, leaving a wake of destruction in their path.

The need for tactile contact overwhelmed her as her hands danced across his body in a never ending effort to bring him closer. She let her tongue skate across the smooth, warm surface of his chest like she had wanted to do only hours before. With each nibble of his neck, they gasped together. With each flick of the tongue, their hearts skipped a beat. With each passionate grasp bringing their bodies closer, they moaned in unison.

Soon, Rose's fingers began teasing a path down the trail of hair that started just below his belly button only to disappear at the waistband of his pants. She was ready for him. More than she had ever been ready for anything. She wanted…needed…to feel his love for her from the inside. Nearly as much as she needed to show her love for him. She slowly worked the waistband down, revealing the very erect and almost painfully beautiful appendage that had been prodding her all morning.

Rose felt that whoever had decided penises were ugly clearly had never seen Emmett's. Even the finest art critic would have a difficult time finding a flaw in his well constructed shaft. Rose bit her lip, trying to stifle a giggle at her ridiculous train of thought.

Emmett, who had been watching Rose, noticed. "Are you…" he started. Rose looked up at him, her lip still caught between her teeth. Soon, her shoulders began to shake. "Wait a minute. Are you laughing?" Emmett rarely had cause to be embarrassed. And while he had been witness to a cornucopia of reactions to his manhood, laughter had never made it to that list.

Rose doubled over, laughing out loud now as she lay on his chest. "I'm – sorry," she gasped out between breaths. After a few moments of her trying frantically to quiet her laughter and Emmett looking crossly at the ceiling, she peeked her head up through a curtain of her damp golden hair. Emmett refused to look at her.

Rose crawled slowly up his body to look him in the eye. When she finally got high enough up, now straddling his chest, he stared past her. "I wasn't laughing at you, baby," she said earnestly. She brushed her lips gently against his, but they were still, completely unmoving. "It's just," she started with a sigh. "It's just…it's so…" She couldn't think of the right word to use.

With all the lust she could muster, which truthfully wasn't all that difficult while sitting on top of a naked Emmett , she crushed her lips to his. When he couldn't take it anymore and finally responded, she sat up. "That's what it does to me. It's…indescribable. I was laughing at myself. At my awe."

Emmett reluctantly looked at her now and grabbed her hips roughly before flipping them over so Rose was on the bottom and Emmett now hovered over her, resting between her thighs. "Awe?" he inquired with a quirked eyebrow.

Rose smiled at him playfully. "Awe."

He shook his head and exhaled loudly. "Don't. Ever. Laugh. At it. Again," he said between rough kisses to her breasts and ears. He took care to avoid the bruising on her neck and shoulders.

Rose lifted her legs up and rubbed her inner thighs along Emmett's body. As quickly as the laughter had come on, the lust and desire replaced it, and Rose was back in nearly the same frame of mind as she was before. Intense need to feel this amazing man inside of her.

"Emmett," she gasped as he sucked a pert nipple into his mouth. Her nails raked his back, leaving dark pink trails. "Emmett, please. Fuck me," she begged.

He released her nipple and kissed a gentle trail up her neck to her lips. "No. Not tonight. There will be plenty of time for fucking in the future." Rose began to say something, but he blocked her lips with a single finger. "Believe me baby, we'll bring this house down. But not tonight. Tonight, I'll make love to you."

Rose nodded her head against his finger, and even in the dark, he could see the tear escape the corner of her eye, leaving a silver track down her cheek. Slowly, he removed his hand and let it trail tantalizingly slowly down her stomach until it found the wet warmth between her legs. Immediately, her hips bucked against him and Rose whimpered slightly.

"Relax beautiful. Tonight I'm going to make you mine." He kissed her languidly, tasting the sweetness of her mouth, as he added another finger to her warm folds.

Rose moved against him, needing more, but he continued on, tracing erratic figure eights around her clit and opening, bringing her ever closer to her climax. She gasped and begged for more – begged for him to just be inside of her – and finally, when she had just about given up, he removed his hand and slid his shaft deeply inside her. Rose's thighs clenched and she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing herself closer to his body.

As well as she had known his body by instinct, the feeling of him inside of her was indescribable and more than she could have ever imagined or expected. Each thrust, gasp of pleasure, moan of a name, was overflowing with love and filled her not only physically, but emotionally as well. In the moments before she climaxed, pulsating around Emmett, she knew her life was complete with this man. Just as she knew that every trial and tragedy led her to him, to this moment, which was perfect with all its flaws.

Once he had brought her to the heights of pleasure and had also found his release, he collapsed on top of her, attempting to distribute his weight but mostly failing. Beneath him, Rose was taking shallow breaths, but she wouldn't have moved him for the world. Her fingers skimmed along his back as she enjoyed the peace of laying there next to him.

Eventually, he rolled off to the side, but he pulled her up against him, resting his head on her shoulder as she stroked his hair. "So, making love?" she asked quietly.

"Mmhmm," he replied as his hand traced patterns on her stomach. "And you better get used to it."

Rose smiled in the dark, both holding and being held by the man she knew she loved and would most probably spend a lifetime making love to. In the darkness, where so much had been revealed to her over the past few days, she came to the final conclusion that to jump off that ledge wasn't to fall, but to soar into love.

End a/n: Alright. That was a doozy of a chapter for me to write. I really need to thank a few people.

1. Sidekick and Crys – both had to endure weeks of me complaining about how hard writing the Emro scene was. They deserve red Skittles, cupcakes, unicorns (they'll have to find those on their own though) and whatever the hell else they want.

2. Again, Crys as well as SilentNC for being beta-tastic as always

3. Jodes and Nae for reminding me that I do occasionally come up with original ideas.

4. BabySis and Jodes again for being smut connoisseurs and giving me impossibly high standards to live up to.

5. AccioBourbon for inspiration. Her fic Inconceivable got me through the end here.

That's it. I know, it's a lot. But sometimes things need to be said. Epilogue is coming soon-ish. Then I'll be working on Catalyst pretty much full time cause it's waking me up in the middle of the night and that's just not cool.