I'm sorry! First I had severe writers block, then my stupid laptop deleted all my files, then my free trial of microsoft word expired so I lost everything... again. And now thanks to English class I realized this story has no plot. So I'm thinking of either scraping it, redoing it, or maybe just finish her up (Their's about 5 chapters left.)

Tell me what you guys think, in a review or pm or something.

Now thanks to all who reviewed and here's chapter 11


Pashmina closed her eyes tight, expecting him to hit her. A few seconds passed then she felt his paws slip off her shoulders. It took another few seconds before she could muster up the strength to reopen her eyes.

His eyes were directed at her, but his gaze was somewhere else... like he was looking through her.

Suddenly tears began to flow from the corners of his eyes. He tried to scrub them away with the back of his paw, but they continued to fall down his face. He finally gave up and let his arms fall to his sides, still crying.

Pashmina stood watching him, the throbbing pain in the back of her head keeping her from comforting him. She instead turned her back on him and opened the door, leaving him to his grief.

She slammed the door to the living room open, causing Blink and Ratchet to jump off the couch, breaking their passionate kiss.

Ratchet opened her mouth to speak, but Pashmina was too upset to talk, so she turned down the corridor leading to Cy's room. Arriving at the door, she threw it open and launched herself onto the bed inside the room. The bed was void of pillows or blankets, but Pashmina didn't mind. She simply curled up into a ball and cried. She cried and cried until she had no more tears to cry, and even then she simply lay there, caught somewhere between grief and anger. Grief that she would never be first in his heart, always behind Grace, a ham who was no longer with him, and Sandy, even though she was deeply in love with someham else. She started sobbing again. Why was life so unfair?

She heard the door behind her open, and footpaws padded across the floor towards her. Pashmina looked up and was surprised and disappointed to see Blink standing over her. He sighed and sat on the edge of her bed.

"Come on Pashmina, dry those eyes… What's wrong?" Blink spoke softly, his face creased with worry.

She didn't want to talk to anyone right then, but for some reason told Blink everything. Her dance, the strange ham who told her everthing (to which Blink shook his head in disbelief), and her confrontation with Cy that ended a lot different then she had hoped.

For her entire story Blink had not spoken one word but upon her completion of her story he spoke softly. "So Cy hasn't told you anything?"

Pashmina looked at the floor, conforming Blink's question. He sighed. "Look, I'm not going to pry into your personal business, but I know you really care about Cy, and even if he doesn't show it in conventional ways, he really likes you. And you two need to have a serious talk."

Pashmina nodded dejectedly, he was the second ham to tell her that today. Blink stood up and made his way to the door.

"Blink, where is Cy right now?" Pashmina asked to which he smiled and opened the door, revealing Cy standing just outside.

Blink nipped smartly outside and shut the door behind him leaving Pashmina alone with Cy.

He looked like she felt, the fur under his eyes was tear streaked and his eyes were red and tired. He slowly stepped towards her, an air of determination surrounding him. He sat on the bed next to her, and reaching out hugged her body tightly to his.

He broke away from he and kissed her gently on the nose. "I'm sorry… for hurting you." He mumbled.

"Yeah, and I'm sorry for prying into you're personal business, I was just curious." She replied blushing slightly.

He nodded. "I'm going to tell you something, but it's for your ears only. Not Boss' or Stan's or even Sandy's. Yours only. Understand?"

Pashmina nodded, slightly dumbfounded.

Nine Ham-Year Earlier.

Cy held the sliver of wood, in front of him, shaking slightly as his eyes regarded the group of punks. He was doomed, he knew that much. He wasn't a fighter and these guys looked ready to kill him.

"Come on kid, hand over the backpack and we'll let you go."

What? No way he was giving up his backpack. Everything he owned was in there.

"No way, this stuff is mine." Cy shot back, his voice sounding braver then he felt.

One of the group stepped forward and Cy instantly pointed his weapon at him. The punk took another step forward. Cy suddenly charged, attempting to stab him. The punk simply sidesteped and let Cy crash into the wall behind him. His makeshift spear drove into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Cy groaned and rolled over clutching at his middle. Cy, through the red mist of pain saw their leader pull out a long bladed knife.

Before Cy could even attempt to react to the impending danger, a loud bang sounded and a yellow gas surround him. His eyes started to water and he began coughing violently. A pair of paws hauled him to his feet. A green bandanna was placed over his mouth and nose and he was dragged away from the noxious gas. Through tear blurred eyes he tried to make out the face of his rescuer. Cy's body started to slip out of reality. The last thing he heard was a voice.

"Mutt! You're holding the bandanna to tight! He can't breath!"


Not my best work, it sounded forced to me. Thanks for reading and again, sorry.

OfTs