Hi sorry about the super long wait. Uh you most likely will not hear a peep from me in November as it is National Writers Month and I'm hoping to win! 50,000 words here I come!

Warren rubbed his eyes looking over the map for one last time. "Go to bed Wren." Warren ignored the voice from the doorway of the mammoth library. "You shouldn't even be in the war, now go to bed!"

"Bugger off." Warren muttered. "I don't think England will mind if I stay up a few more hours to save her life."

"No but she will mind it if you fall over from exhaustion defending her."

"Omega, I told you I'm––,"

"If you even say the word 'fine' I'll get Theta down here and you won't come out of trance for a week." Omega threatened.

"Aright, just…just don't call Theta down here yet." Warren sighed rubbing his eyes. "I'll get some sleep, and tomorrow I need to fly out to Berlin."

"If I even think your going to work yourself into the ground again…" Omega warned.

"I'm not!" Warren snapped. "Get off my back about it! I won't sit at home as my Nation risks its life and I don't need to be hovered over and cared for like an infant!"

"…Go to bed Warren." Omega whispered softly. He knew how much his grandson hated being cared for and worried over but after having him die and then nearly lousing him again to himself…Omega wasn't taking chances. Warren strode past him muttering under his breath.

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"Find him? I don't think spying on Warren Battle is such a good idea…or do you want another broken arm?" Magenta felt her eyes narrow on their own at the assembled group of heroes. The Commander still had his arm in a cast.

Will shook his head. "Sure we all wonder about him but using the Watcher to see what he's doing is not a good idea."

"We just thought you might want to watch, someone with his power can't just run around."

"You mean you want him on your pay roll so you can keep him on a leash." Ethan shook his head. "Warren won' ever work for you."

"And I'm starting to not want to ether." Will muttered, but it didn't go unheard by his father.

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Barron smiled as Jason relaxed further the ice growing a protective ring around his son where he sat. Warren was out on the front lines again. Key, Scamp, Mushu, and Jason were all under Barron's protection at the Homegrounds. Right now he was trying to work with Jason's skittish power control, and mediation seemed to be the trick they had been looking for. At lest it was when Jason could focus and relax. Barron had to breath flame into his hands to keep them from going numb as the tempter in the room dropped, ice growing up Jason's skin.

Jason pulled the ice higher around him like a security blanket. He could feel the heart beet of every member in his Nation. He could feel their ice like it was his own. Was this what Warren felt constantly? Why he had demanded to be let back into the war to fight alongside his people? Because he was apart of them as much as they where apart of him? Slowly he felt a few of them reach back out to him. They knew their Foenix. Knew how he was shy and why. Knew him with out ever meeting him. They understood. They accepted.

Jason smiled softly as ice, theirs and his sounded him.

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Warren dove lower in the air his eyes wandering over the city. War was never pretty…

Yes sorry about the shortness but I figured I should give you something before I vanished for a month.