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Agh…..I have such awesome reviewers and with this chapter you're all going to hate me…..;_; I sincerely apologize in advance.

Disclaimer: SSBB does not belong to me, and neither does Fang from Maximum Ride (he belongs to James Patterson). However, Mouse/GeLee IS me, so I dearly hope I belong to myself.

I swore when I started writing this that I'd never put myself into this story, but…..Yeah. And Fang's always hanging around (he's my unofficial muse because my official muse is a jerk. (Yes, my muse is an imaginary person. I know it's weird but it (usually) works. XD))

Once again, I'm so sorry! Please read the whole thing.

Chapter 25: Intermission

"I can't believe you! You're QUITTING?" Marth roared, slamming open the door to her room. He had run straight up from the stadium upon hearing the news, and hadn't bothered to change out of his costume. Even now, he cut a dark and dangerous figure in his regal blue fabrics and his circlet flaring in the light cast from the window.

A teenage girl shoved off from a computer desk and swiveled her chair around to face the prince, her green eyes shielded from the world by thin-lensed glasses and a vivid imagination. Her face was flushed, but those who knew her would know that it was a flush that never seemed to leave her face—a curse of her British heritage.

"I'm sorry," she said in a voice that was simultaneously hesitant and sharp. "But I feel like I have to do this."

"You're pulling the plug!" Marth raged, just stopping himself from sweeping a gloved arm across her desk, which was (as usual) cluttered with items ranging from a half-filled sketchbook to a tube of Pringles to the imaginary cage of a brown lionhead rabbit that was nibbling on a carrot.

"I'm not!" she cried, shaking her head and sending her brown hair tumbling over her eyes. She unconsciously brushed the hair away as she looked at the ground and repeated softly, "I'm not pulling the plug."

"Well, it sure sounds like that to us!" he shouted.

"And I'm so sorry!" she yelled back, then sank further into her chair and drew a black shawl closer around her shoulders. "Look, it's not because I don't want to write or anything, okay?"

Marth scowled. "Then what is it? Why are you quitting? Dang it, you're throwing in the towel before this story's even really started!"

Her eyes flared. "I'm not quitting," she snapped. "This is seriously just an intermission. Please believe me!"

The Altean cursed and sank into the spare chair. "But why, Mouse? You have reviewers. You have people who love this story—who wait for it! This is your most successful story on this site for crying out loud!" His voice steadily grew louder as he continued speaking. "Girl, you have over 200 reviews! Do you know how many people are waiting on this story?"

"I know," she sighed. "But I don't feel like I can write this story until I finish editing my novel."

"What novel?"

Mouse seemed to perk up a little and opened a large file on her computer. To the Altean's surprise, the whole thing was just text—over 300 pages worth. The first page was simply titled 'The Revolution.'

"This is my novel," she said quietly. "I've been working on this for over two years, and I finished the first official draft last summer. But since then, I've thought of a bunch of things that I need to change, and at first I thought I'd fix them later, but it's gotten to the point where I can't concentrate on fanfiction while I'm still thinking about everything."

"But why can't you keep going with both?" Marth whispered. "Nobody wants you to stop."

Mouse smiled sadly. "I love fanfiction," she said. "I love this story. I really love reading all the reviews and everything. I honestly do." She turned to the screen, where a half-written chapter still was sitting on the desktop next to the other files that she currently had open. "But I cannot concentrate on this until I finish the novel project, okay? I have selective writer's block or something—I can only work on one project at a time." Her smile grew larger and happier as she promised, "This story isn't over, okay? I'll be back before you know I'm gone."

Marth raised an eyebrow. "Swear it."

She pushed her glasses up a little on her nose and leaned forward, a small amulet catching the light streaming from the window and flashing. "I swear I will come back to this story the moment I am done with The Revolution, okay?"

Marth appeared to be satisfied as he took off his circlet and started twirling it around his finger.

Mouse absently started fiddling with the amulet. "And I'm truly sorry to all of the readers and reviewers and favers for the inconvenience," she said smoothly, slipping into a light accent without even realizing it. "I hope that this will not take long—I usually edit things pretty fast. If you like, you can just think of this chapter as me informing you of a longer delay than usual."

Marth chuckled as he leaned up against the doorframe. "Are you talking to the computer screen again?"

She smirked. "So what if I am?"

A boy with shaggy dark hair walked down the hallway and shot Marth a quizzical look before looking at Mouse.

"What's he doing here, GeLee?" the boy asked, calling Mouse by the name that her Chinese teacher had given her that she had become strangely attached to simply for the fact that it translated to 'beautiful song.'

Mouse stood up silently from the chair to stretch. "We just needed to straighten some things out. It's all good."

The boy shrugged his shoulders under a baggy T-shirt that had huge slits cut in the back to let out a pair of black wings, although the wings were currently folded up against his spine. "Cool."

Mouse grinned as Marth left, calling, "Don't worry! I'll be back!" after him in an Arnold Schwarzenegger accent.

Marth turned to offer a last smile as he pulled the door leading to the Brawl stadium closed, but he made sure that it didn't latch. "You'd better be," he said. And then he left, but Mouse knew he'd be back. If she called, she knew he would come, and he would bring everyone else back with him.

The door was still open, and this relieved her. She hadn't said 'goodbye,' just 'see you later.'

Fang slumped into the spare chair, startling Mouse enough to wrench her gaze away from the semi-open door to look at him. Her first thought was that he looked rather tattered and worn when compared to the man who had been sitting in it a moment ago. Her second thought was that he was asking her a question. He had raised an eyebrow—his way of demanding an answer to a question he felt he didn't need to ask.

Mouse turned away to face the computer monitor, typing out the words as she answered his question. "Yeah, of course I meant it. I'm not going to abandon this thing—it's way too much fun."

She turned around to face him, a slightly crooked smile on her face that made him smirk in anticipation.

"Besides," she said as she slipped Hershel the plot bunny a Pringle chip. "It's just like Marth said; this story hasn't even really started yet."

Soo…yeah. I have severe selective writer's block (or something…), but I'll be back soon! And I swear on pain of death that the next chapter will be RawkHawk2.0's long delayed Babysitting chapter (I'm so sorry—I owe you an epic chapter of your choice plus the babysitting one ;_;).

Please wait for me. (and please don't hate me either. That'd be great.) :(