(Three years ago)

Suddenly, the flickering light began to spark, along with the other electrical appliances. It must've been some kind of power surge. I carried on banging on the glass as I screamed. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to get out. I pounded after, screaming and screaming to be set free. Just as my shouts began to die away, the electric lock on the door sparked and it popped open.

I watched all along the corridor as the other doors opened in a burst of light. I tentatively pushed the one to my cell all the way open and stepped out into the corridor. I hadn't been out of the cell on my own terms in roughly seven months and although I was terrified, I couldn't help the buzz I felt inside me at having a taste of freedom.

I jogged down the stark white corridors, disorientated at first. I didn't know which way was to an exit. I didn't know if it was even possible to get out. The supernatural creatures I passed on the way were all standing by their doors, though none of them followed in my footsteps and made a break for freedom. It was like some kind of invisible barrier was stopping them from leaving their cells. I stumbled around a corner, searching for a way out through the chaos of flashing lights and blaring sirens.

And that was when I saw him.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I spotted the dark figure. He had his eyes focused on one of the cells, his attention on the resident who, from what I could tell, was a werewolf. The figure was hooded. I couldn't make out his face through the shadows. The alpha werewolf cowered in the corner of his cell, the invisible barrier not allowing him to leave. I watched in horror as the dark figure entered the cell, his focus on nothing but the man in the corner. Even from the dim light I could see the alphas eyes glowing a deep red and the fangs that protruded from his gums. He looked terrified as he backed away from the looming figure that was making its way towards him.

The hooded man stretched out a hand and I gasped as his fist buried itself inside the werewolf's chest. The victim screamed, his eyes glowing even brighter as he cried out in pain. I watched as a glower of light flickered inside the wolf's chest. It grew brighter before a piece of it began to move up the ghostly figure's arm, travelling all the way past his shoulder and to his own chest where it settled and then dimmed. The werewolf looked even more shocked than I did, his eyes widening further when his attacker's eyes started to glow a similar deep red.

Suddenly, the figure ripped his hand from the wolf's chest, his fist grasping onto a heart. The sight of it was harrowing as the alpha's eyes dimmed before he fell to the ground with a thud. A cry left my lips. Even after everything that had happened to me in the past seven months, I hadn't witnessed anything before that chilled me right to the bone. I'd never witnessed something so evil.

My cry of complete revulsion and horror didn't go unnoticed. The figure turned around, his attention now fully on me. I could feel his eyes burrowing into my skin. I knew what he was. Dylan had warned me about people like him. He hadn't just killed that werewolf. He'd taken some of its power for his own benefit. He was a scavenger, and now he was after me.

We stared at one another for a long moment. Even through all the chaos, the moment we locked eyes it was like nothing else existed. I could feel his desire just from the way he stared at me. Unmoving. A deadly silence in the mania.

And then I ran.

I ran as fast I as I could in the opposite direction away from him. Because I was scared. Because whoever that man was, he knew me. He knew what I was. He knew what I could do. And he wanted it.

My eyes snapped open.

Darkness surrounded me. I couldn't see anything. I took a breath, my lungs screeching as they inflated with air. I was cold. In fact, I was freezing. My skin felt like ice and the feeling was enhanced by the fact that I was completely naked, bar a sheet that covered me from the neck down. I pulled it from on top of me and kicked it away, trying to get my bearings.

The space was small and rigid. I couldn't stretch my hands up in front of me as I lay. I reached above my head, my hands connecting with what felt like cool metal.

'Hello?' My voice was like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together. I coughed, trying to get my vocal chords to work. 'Hello?' I felt around in front of me, banging my fist against the metal. It clanged in a way that told me it wasn't solid. There was something on the other side. Perhaps my freedom?

I banged harder with my fists, trying desperately to free myself from my metal cage. It almost felt like a nightmare and I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or really awake. It was so dark. After a few minutes of painful and awkward manoeuvring I managed to turn around so that my feet were where my head once was. This meant I could use the power of my legs to try and break through the metal door. I kicked it hard. Again. Again. I shouted in frustration, using all my strength to kick it open. Finally, there was a crack as the metallic door gave way and light flooded in.

It was blinding at first. My eyes weren't used to the light. I kept them squinted as I shuffled out, my bare feet hitting the ground. Once I was fully out of the metal box I'd been in, I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to get them to adjust to the brightness of the room. When I could finally make out shapes, I realised exactly where I was: The morgue.

I shuddered as I gazed at the lockers that I knew where filled with dead bodies. I'd just been one of them. Why had I just been one of them? I couldn't remember. I tried my best to think back to what I remembered last. Was I in some kind of accident? That had happened once before. I'd woken up in the morgue on more than one occasion.

I bent down, pulling off the tag that was tied around my toe.

Jane Doe. Unsurprising. I tossed it in the trash. In situations like this, I always needed to get out as fast as possible. Someone walking in on me right now would probably be the worst thing that could happen. But I needed some clothes.

I contemplated just wrapping myself in the sheet but decided against it, instead, picking out a pair of blue scrubs from a cupboard. Since I was in a hospital, this would help me blend in. I'd just have to hope no one noticed my bare feet. I changed quickly, glad to be able to cover myself up.

I checked for any outstanding injuries, like a dislocated shoulder and cracked rib that had been too out of place to heal. Relieved when I discovered none, I wracked my brain to try and figure out what had happened.

Then it all came back.

The Deadpool. Beacon Hills. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Malia, Kira, Liam, Parrish, Deaton. Argent. The assignment. Derek. Oregon. The loft. Theo. The Chimeras. The Dread Doctors. The Beast. The Desert Wolf. The gun shot…

I grabbed my stomach, my fingers curling around the blue fabric that covered perfect skin.

I was alive.

I remembered the hospital. I remembered blacking out and feeling sick. I remembered being human. I remembered how everything has felt ten times more intense. I was back to my comfortable dullness like nothing had even happened. But it had. How long had I been gone for?

I walked to the door, slowly pulling it open to check if anyone was around. The corridor seemed to be deserted and I quickly made my way out and through the glass doors. A few people gave me strange looks as I walked through the parking lot. It was always disorientating waking up like this. I'd always hated it. Not knowing what day it was. Unsure where I should go.

I spotted a row of bicycles to my left and jogged over, pulling one out before realising it was chained up. I pulled at the metal links fruitlessly to try and get it free, surprised when the chain snapped with not much effort. I frowned. That was way too easy. But I let it slide, passing it off as down to adrenalin. I looked over my shoulder, making sure no one had noticed me nick the bike before I sped off, my bare feet moving the peddles as fast as I could.

Much to my delight, Stiles Stilinski had reverted back to his former habit of forgetting to lock his window. I ascended the drain pipe with ease and within thirty seconds, I was sat in his desk chair. He wasn't in the house. I knew that because his jeep wasn't parked in the driveway. He must've been at school. From the way the sun shone brightly through his curtains I could tell it was still the middle of the day. I'd wait for him to get home. I hoped he wouldn't freak out too much.

After about twenty minutes of sitting completely still I found myself growing bored. I stood up and wandered around his room, taking in all the little trinkets and photographs that littered the walls and surfaces. I ran a finger along the edge of his desk, dust accumulating in thick clumps. It was then that I spotted the cardboard box on the floor. I wouldn't've thought anything of it hadn't the small photograph been on top.

I stared at it. It was the one of my mother holding a baby. Well, holding me. I smiled when I saw it. The edges were a little bent and covered in finger smudges like someone had been holding it a lot. Looking at it. I guessed it was Stiles. He was the one who'd saved it for me after all.

In fact, the whole box was filled with my things. My leather jacket. My phone (which was completely dead much to my annoyance). I lifted it up onto the desk to take a better look, pulling out the jacket that took up most of the space. In the bottom, I was surprised to discover the needle and syringe containing the strange fluid the Dread Doctors had injected me with. It was still over half full. I wondered why he had kept it.

The slamming of the front door startled me and I turned around, my elbow colliding with box and sending it and its contents to the floor with a thud.

'Stiles?' the Sheriff called up from the hall. I cursed under my breath as I head footsteps on the stairs. Frantically, I worked to put all the items back in the box, but before I had a chance to hide or come up with some kind of plan, he was opening the door and all I could do was stand like a deer in the headlights.

We locked eyes and for a moment, I wondered whether he would be fine. I was wrong.

'Hi,' I said awkwardly, wincing at how horse my voice sounded. I really needed a drink or something. He opened his mouth to speak before closing it again. He looked like he'd seen a ghost, and from his point of view, he probably thought he had.

'You're…' he breathed as he blinked at me. 'You're uh-.'

'Yeah,' I replied, my voice sounding almost as shocked as his did. He inhaled deeply, his cheeks puffing out before he released a long breath. 'Are you okay?' He looked pale. In fact, he looked like he might pass out. He nodded although it was clear I'd nearly given him a heart attack.

'I uh… I saw your body in the morgue.' I wasn't sure what to say to that, and I think the Sheriff sensed that I was feeling uncomfortable because he quickly apologised. 'Sorry, I'm just having a hard time trying to understand how…'

'Yeah, I gotta say, I'm kinda surprised myself,' I admitted, my mind racing over and over the last few hours I'd spent at the hospital. I'd been sure I wouldn't survive. I'd been sure it was the end. I think Sheriff Stilinski could sense my inner turmoil because he was sending me concerned looks. Either that or he thought I might drop down dead at any moment. Both were equally likely. He looked like he was about to say something when an engine pulled up outside the house. We both instinctively glanced towards the window, both knowing who it was. Stiles.

I ran a hand through my matted hair.

'He's totally gonna freak out, isn't he,' I muttered more to myself than anyone else. He didn't reply, simply offering a reassuring smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. I followed him downstairs, hanging back as he approached the door to greet his son and presumably try to break the news gently.

There was a click of key into lock before the door swung open, revealing Stiles Stilinski himself, followed by Scott McCall. I watched them carefully, somehow finding the three of them fascinating. They each held a bag, Scott with a bag slung over his shoulder whilst a backpack clung to his human friend. The sight of them warmed my heart, though I wasn't sure what it was that made the whole thing seem so surreal. Maybe it was because they didn't look weighed down by the weight of the world. Maybe it was because for the first time since I'd met them, they just looked like two normal teenagers coming home from school.

'Stiles,' the Sheriff said as the two of them walked through the door.

'Hey Dad,' he replied as he shoved his keys into his pocket.

'Can I talk to you two for a second?' he asked, trying to keep his voice even. I could see something change in Scott's face. It was like he'd sensed that someone else was in the house, only he couldn't quite place it.

'Sorry, Dad, we gotta head over to Lydia's straight away,' he replied absentmindedly as he gathered some things from the living room table. The Sheriff sighed.

'Stiles, this is kind of important,' his father pressed.

'Dad, we were supposed to be there like a half hour-.'

'Stiles.' It felt like my voice echoed through the entire ground floor of the house. All eyes were on me as I stepped into view. The shocked silence that followed seemed to drag into eternity and I wished one of them would just say something. But when they finally did, it wasn't what I was expecting at all.

'I knew it!' I stepped back abruptly as Stiles' eyes locked on mine before he glanced back at his friend who looked completely bewildered. Of course, I was happy that he wasn't freaking out like I'd expected, but I was so surprised that the happiness felt like a moot point. It was almost like it was an 'I told you so' moment, which felt completely bizarre. 'I knew it,' he repeated like he actually couldn't believe he'd been right. 'They said there was no way you could come back from how you were,' he explained breathlessly. I wondered who they were. 'But I knew you could. Because I've see you dead before, remember?' I nodded, still trying to process the whirlwind of explanation he'd just given.

Then I was nearly knocked off my feet as his arms collapsed around me. I hugged him back, a laugh escaping my lips as I rested my head on his shoulder. I spotted Scott and we locked eyes, his deep brown ones lighting up as he grinned at me. Once Stiles had pulled away I stepped towards the alpha, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a squeeze. His arms wrapped around my waist and he spun once around playfully, causing my feet to lift from the floor for a second. By the time he put me down again we were both laughing.

'I don't understand,' he said, his eyes showing an elated confusion.

'I guess the world wasn't quite ready for me to leave,' I replied.

'Are you back to normal?' Stiles asked from beside me. I frowned. I was pretty sure I was, but I hadn't actually tested yet. Sensing what was on my mind, Stiles threw me a pen knife which I flicked open and made an incision across my palm. It healed straight back up like it was supposed to and I released a breath, waving my hand at them.

'I guess so.'

'I've gotta make some calls,' the Sheriff said, his hands finding his mobile as he sent me a look. I nodded in agreement. 'Stiles, get the poor girl some clothes.' I laughed at that. 'And uh, maybe a shower,' he added with a pointed look. I knew what he was talking about. It was difficult to ignore the scent of formaldehyde in the air. I grimaced.

He disappeared into the study and Scott and I followed Stiles up the stairs to his room. Once we were inside I turned to shut the door, my fingers leaving dents in the handle as I released it. I pretended not to notice.

'So let me have it,' I said as I plonked myself down in Stiles' desk chair. He'd set himself down on the edge of his bed whilst the teen wolf stood by the window. 'How long was I out?' They cast shifty glances between each other and I rolled my eyes at their childishness. 'Come on, I can take it,' I prompted. 'Three days? Five?'

'Uh, actually it's been almost two weeks,' Scott said tentatively. I tensed in the chair, and I think the alpha noticed too. Two weeks? I'd never lost more than one before. But I was alive. I couldn't really complain.

'Okay,' I said, rubbing a hand over my face. 'Do you have any water?' I usually expected a question like that to be met with a sarcastic reply from Stiles. Of course we have water. By he made no such comment, simply slipping out of the room and returning in less than a minute with a full glass.

'Two weeks, huh?' I repeated, taking a sip of the water. My ability meant that I didn't really need to keep hydrated, but it did help to calm me down. 'Everything been okay?'

'You mean other than the fact that you were dead?' Stiles asked. I shot him a blank look.

'Yeah, everything's been fine,' Scott told me, ignoring his friends question. 'Theo and the Dread Doctors are gone. The Desert Wolf won't be coming back any time soon-.'

Smash.

Scott was interrupted by the sound of my glass shattering in my hand. They both stared at me, tiny shards of glass having scattered all over Stiles carpet.

'Woah,' Scott said with a small laugh, trying to dispel the tension that was growing in the room. I stood up and began to brush the splinters into my hands before putting them in the trash.

'What was that?' I heard Stiles ask. I could feel both their eyes on me. 'I mean, you're not about to hulk out, right?' I huffed in annoyance.

'No Stiles. I'm not about to hulk out,' I replied, my tone frustrated. I was sure of it, but something did feel different. It was as if I no longer knew my own strength. 'Do you have any of my clothes? I wanna take a shower.' My tone was abrupt but I knew Scott and Stiles would forgive me. I'd had a long day.

'Lydia has most of your stuff,' Stiles said as he rummaged through the cardboard box on his desk that contained some of my things. 'But I think Malia left some jeans here.' He checked in his top drawer and threw me a pair of black ripped jeans. Not my usual style but they would do. 'Hey, you can wear this,' he replied, pulling a navy t-shirt out of the cardboard box and flinging it in my direction.

The fabric felt soft in my hands and I pressed it to my face, inhaling the comforting scent.

'Why do you have men's clothing?' Stiles teased and I huffed, sending him a glare.

'It's Derek's,' I replied, walking over to him and shoving him out the way so I could locate some underwear from the box that I sincerely hoped no one had been paying much attention to. And then it was like something inside me switched on.

'Oh my god,' I gasped. 'Derek.' I whirled around, my wild eyes darting between the two teenagers. 'Where the hell's Derek?' They both shifted uncomfortably under my watch. 'I mean, what happened when he showed up? Does he-does he think I'm dead?' My mind played out all the possible scenarios that went down when Derek showed up at the hospital. Did Stiles tell him what I told him? What had he said on the phone? How had he reacted when he'd discovered I couldn't heal anymore?

'Alex…'

'Is he still in Beacon Hills?' I asked frantically. 'At the loft, maybe? I need to find him.' I tried to turn my phone on to call him before realising that it was still dead. 'God, what if he's just taken off somewhere? Stiles, do you have a charger?'

'Alex.'

'What?' My voice was harsh as I turned around to face the two of them. They both looked apprehensive like they knew something they knew I wouldn't like. They needed to tell me.

'Alex, Derek isn't in Beacon Hills,' Scott began. 'He never came back.' I frowned, not understanding his words.

'What do you mean?'

'He never showed,' Stiles explained. 'I called him after what went down with the Desert Wolf and told him he needed to come back to Beacon Hills, but he never came.' I shook my head. It didn't make any sense.

'But-but you spoke to him on the phone, right?' I asked in clarification. 'I mean, you spoke to him and he said he was on his way?' The lack of agreement in Stiles' eyes made my stomach lurch. 'Stiles, you spoke to him on the phone, right?'

'Well actually, I uh,' he stuttered, his fingers scratching behind his right ear. 'I left a message.' I began to rub my temples with increasing force, my brain not quite contemplating what was happening.

'So, you're telling me that you left a voice message telling him I was in danger two weeks ago, and you never heard back from him?' Their silence confirmed it. The first thing that popped into my head was that he was in trouble. Why wouldn't Derek check his voice mails unless he was in trouble. Then another possibility struck me. Maybe he had heard the message. Maybe even after hearing the message he decided not to come to Beacon Hills. Maybe…

'I'm gonna take a shower,' I muttered quietly, grabbing my clothes before shuffling towards the door. 'Could one of you charge my phone?'

'Alex…'

'I'm taking a shower,' I said again, more forcefully as I headed for the door. They let me go and as I slipped out Stiles' room and into the bathroom, I felt something uncomfortable settle in the pit of my stomach. Although there was nothing physically wrong with me, something still hurt.

I could hear murmurs downstairs when I exited the bathroom after giving my body a proper scrub. It felt good to get the feeling of death off of my skin and out of my hair. I grabbed my phone from Stiles' desk which he had charged for me and headed down the stairs. More people had arrived, including Malia, Melissa and Lydia. I ran my fingers through my damp hair as I wondered over to them.

The strawberry blonde attacked me with a hug which I returned with a small smile, though it didn't reach my eyes. She noticed and sent me a concerned look, but I brushed it off with a shrug. The conversation became a blur as she filled me in on her theories as to how I'd survived. Of what I listened to I gathered that it was because even though I'd died, the serum hadn't changed my biology so much that I couldn't fully heal after the twenty-four hours were up. I didn't fully understand all the science she used to explain it, but I didn't think it mattered. The laws of science had been so bent in the last month that they didn't seem to matter anyway.

'I have to make a phone call,' I muttered as I took a step away from the group. My mind was reeling, thoughts of my green-eyes wolf overwhelming me. I slipped out of the room and into the hall, my phone already pressed to my ear. All I could hear was beeping on the other end. No Derek. The number had been disconnected. I redialled to make sure, the feeling in my stomach growing stronger when the same thing happened again.

'Alex?' I turned to see Stiles behind me. He'd followed me out, his expression worried.

'It's disconnected,' I said, my breathing shallow. 'I can't even get through to voicemail.' I didn't know what it meant. My initial instinct was that Derek was in danger. Grave danger. Maybe something had gone wrong with Cora. Maybe the hunters had got to them. But I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe it was something else. That maybe Derek had disconnected his number on purpose. Had he left me?

The sudden buzzing of my phone startled me. I stared at the screen. I didn't recognise the number. I locked eyes with Stiles who shared my look of apprehension. I answered.

'Hello?'

'Is this Alex?' the voice said. It was a woman's voice. One I didn't recognise. 'Derek's Alex?' I blinked in shock.

'Who is this?' I asked tentatively.

'It's Cora,' she replied. 'Cora Hale.' My eyes widened.

'Oh my God, are you okay?' I questioned, suddenly relieved to hear the girl's voice. 'Are you safe?'

'Yeah, I'm fine,' she said, her tone confused like she had no idea what I was talking about. 'Derek gave me your number in case I couldn't get through to him. I've been calling for the last couple of days and his number's disconnected. Can I speak to him?'

'Wait,' I said, the pit in my stomach growing deeper and deeper. 'Derek isn't with you?'

'No,' she replied. 'Why would he be with me?' I didn't understand. I couldn't. What was happening? I felt sick.

'I uh…' I was struggling to string a sentence together. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. Something was terribly wrong. 'When was the last time you spoke to him?'

'I couple of months ago,' she told me, her voice deeply confused. She probably thought I was crazy.

'So you didn't send him a message saying hunter's were after you?' I asked, my voice so quiet I was glad I was talking to a werewolf. Otherwise, I don't think she would've heard.

'What?' she questioned. 'No, I've been covering my tracks like he told me too.' There was a beat of silence where neither of us said a word. 'Look, I'm sorry, I have to go. Can you tell Derek to call me back?' I didn't reply and she quickly hung up. She sounded like she was in a rush. The world seemed to slow for a moment as my stomach sank to the ground.

She wasn't the one who left the message. Cora was fine. So where had Derek been all these weeks whilst I was in Beacon Hills? Was it some kind of prank? A sick joke? I felt my knees go week and I locked them in place, my body completely stiff as reality started to set in.

Someone had done this. Someone had lured him away from me for some reason. I couldn't breathe.

'I have to go,' I muttered as I took a step away from a bewildered Stiles. 'I have to get out of here.' And then I was running up the stairs to Stiles' room, my hands finding my leather jacket and the rest of my things. I knew he'd followed me up. I could see him hovering at the door out of the corner of my eye.

'Alex, what's going on?' he asked tentatively.

'I have to go,' I repeated. 'Derek's in danger, I have to find him.' Once I had everything packed into a duffle bag I threw it over my shoulder and headed for the door.

'Okay, slow down,' he said, pulling me away from the door so I couldn't leave. 'Tell me what's happening.'

'Derek's in danger, Stiles!' I yelled. 'I have to find him. Where's the bag of weapons?'

'In the back of my jeep,' he replied, his eyes wide as he tried to catch up on what I was saying.

'Okay,' I said, holding out my hand. 'Give me your keys,' I demanded. He frowned at me.

'What?'

'I don't have a car, Stiles. Give me your keys!' I barked at him. He shook his head at me, shooting me an incredulous look.

'No, you're not taking my jeep,' he said dismissively. 'And you're not just taking off.'

'Derek's in trouble,' I told him sternly, standing my ground. 'I have to find him. This is all my fault.'

'How is it your fault?'

'Because it's always my fault, Stiles!' I yelled. I could feel the tears behind my eyes, but they weren't tears of sadness. They were tears of anger, of grief, or frustration. They were tears of fear. 'I put people in danger. Don't you get that?' I could see his eyes start to water too, but he held them in. I could see his jaw tensing. Since when was I the one couldn't keep it together and he the one to be able to push his feelings down?

'Okay,' he said slowly. 'But you have to let us help you, Alex. We all want to help. Scott, Malia, Lydia. Argent?'

'No,' I dismissed, wiping the back of my hand across my eyes to clear them. 'I'm not involving them. Not until I know who's behind this.'

'Then let me come,' he suggested. I shook my head straight away. 'Come on, you can't go alone and you don't have a car.' I didn't want him to come, but I needed transportation. I couldn't easily steal the jeep from right under Stiles' nose. Not with a house full of supernatural creatures. They would all figure it out and try to stop me, especially now Stiles knew what I was up to.

'Fine,' I agreed. 'But we leave now and we tell no one.' I grabbed the box of my things and headed for the door.

'We can't just take off,' he protested. I shook my head at him.

'That's the deal, Stiles,' I reminded him 'Take it or leave it.' He huffed in annoyance as he pulled his keys from his pocket.

'Fine,' he replied as I reached to pull the keys out of his hand. He yanked them away before I could. 'But you're not driving my jeep.'

We snuck out of the front door without anyone noticing. I felt bad about bringing him with me and hoped his father would forgive me for it. I shoved the box onto the back seat and climbed into the jeep as Stiles slid into the driver's seat, gunning the engine.

'Why would someone do this?' he questioned, his hands squeezing the steering wheel. 'I mean, do you have any idea who…?' I glanced over at him, my terrified eyes telling him exactly what I was pretty sure he already suspected. 'Oh.' Oh indeed. It washim. And this time, I was sure of it. I'd been running for such a long time. I'd tried to be careful, but he'd finally caught up. He'd finally found me.

'Where are we going anyways?' Stiles asked as he pulled out of his driveway. I took a breath, thinking back to the life Derek and I had lived before I came back to Beacon Hills. That's where I'd seen my green-eyed wolf last before he'd been lured on a wild goose chase away from me. That's where I had to start.

'Oregon.'

AN: She's alive! But she didn't get much time to relax...

What do you think has happened to Derek after all this time?

Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! It was so great to see what you thought :) Sorry if the last chapter was sad - I hope this one made up for it somewhat.

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