Disclaimer: I don't own the series Charmed or any of the original characters.

A/N; I'm not dead, and I haven't given up to this story, but currently it's too hard to find any inspiration for it. I'm not gonna give up though, Different Times will get a proper ending, cuz I owe it to Chris, and Mel and you guys! Sooo this is short, but I thought it would be better than nothing.

Chris stretched on his bed, arms raising up above his head, his back arching off the mattress. A lazy smile appeared on his face; he hadn't felt this relaxed since well before the war had started. And as that thought sunk in, Chris jumped into a sitting position, his muscles slightly protesting at the sudden move. He looked around his room alarmed, quickly going through his latest memories, but nothing suspicious stood out.

Maybe you dozed off due to exhaustion.

Chris shook his head, finding his brain's reasoning stupid; he'd been through much worse in the future, and not once had he fallen asleep because of it. His eyes scanned every inch of his room, as if he expected a demon to jump out of the shadows. He frowned when he noticed his clothes neatly folded, resting on top of his chair, for he could clearly remember them lying at the foot of his bed, when Melinda had dropped by bringing lunch.

He'd been studying his notes, knowing that somewhere in there was his answer. The solution to the problem that had destroyed his life, and pretty much the lives of everyone else in the world. He'd been up for almost forty-seven hours, and his eyes were burning as he sat hunched over his desk. Chris had promised himself he'd get a long nap after combing his notes one more time, just one more. He let a long, heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair and rubbing his shut eyelids with the other.

It would be an understatement to say Chris was disheartened. His time in the past was steadily coming to the end, and he had no valid lead to point him in the right direction. When he'd taken the decision to come back, he'd thought that finding whomever was responsible for turning his brother into the psychotic serial killer who ruled over their world, would be easy. Boy, had he ever been wrong...

Chris' more than gloomy thoughts had been interrupted by Melinda's arrival.

"You need to eat something; you look like a twig." The girl had said, in lieu of an actual greeting, resting a dish on top of his desk. Her dropping in uninvited had been a clear violation of his privacy, but if Chris had to be completely honest with himself, he'd been more than a little bit happy that he wasn't alone anymore. He'd looked up, giving her a hard glare, but there had been no heat behind it.

"My body is just fine, thank you very much." He'd replied defensively, but he couldn't hide the hungry grumble coming from his stomach. Melinda had grinned then, arching an eyebrow, and with a sigh, and a reluctant expression drawn all over his face, Chris had started eating.

And just like that, it clicked. His eyes rounded as they fell on his desk, right where the tray was perched the previous day, and then he groaned, slapping a hand on his forehead. Melinda had slipped something in his food, probably a sleeping pill. Chris swore through his teeth, cursing his trustful nature; he knew better than to eat something without casting a detecting spell – deaths by poisoning were pretty popular in Wyatt's kingdom. But he'd stopped that after his first month in the past, not wanting the sisters to think he was paranoid. And now it had caused him loosing valuable time.

He hurriedly got off the bed, sniffing at his t-shirt, and then quickly took it off, grimacing. How long had he been wearing the same clothes? He changed into a sweater, dropping his jeans and pulling a new pair on for good measures, and orbed out. He was ready for a fight of epic proportions, anger a bit of betrayal and even more anger building up inside of him for almost twenty minutes, but when he appeared in the attic it was empty. Usually Melinda would be on aunt Pearls' couch, with the book in her lap, a notepad next to her, and a pen tapping against her lower lip, reading about the demons from his notes, or trying to come up with a way to successfully cross back to her own time line.

Chris closed his eyes, concentrating on the link they'd shared almost since the day he'd met her, a link he'd never shared with Wyatt. It took him awhile, mostly because he kept second guessing himself, but in the end he had to accept that Melinda was somewhere she shouldn't have been. Worry written all over his face, Chris headed towards the door, making his way down the stairs hurriedly. He came to an abrupt stop when he noticed the large wooden door; it looked so out of place, jammed into a wall that led nowhere.

"Mel, is that you? Look, I'm sorry-" Chris heard Piper's sharp intake, and turned around to look at her "Chris," she said her voice a mix of surprise and delight, as her eyes danced across his face. Chris tried to hold her gaze for as long as he could, knowing it would only hurt her if he looked away too fast. But in the end he let his eyes trail back to the door, getting a glimpse of her shoulders slumming from the corner of his eyes. This, this, was one of the many reasons he didn't want them to know who he was; knowing was only going to hurt them.

It was different for Melinda; from the bits and pieces of information he'd managed to get out of her, Chris knew that in her present at least Paige and her Uncles were alive, along with her version of himself and Wyatt. Melinda still had some of her family, she knew how to be part of a team, but Chris? Chris had been one of the last Halliwells along with Henry Jr, Penny and Pandora. And considering that the last time he'd been to his present, Wyatt had had all of them in captive–he still couldn't accept that Penny would go to him willingly- he could very well be the last one standing.

He always had to rely on himself, since everyone around him had the tendency to die when he needed them the most. He had to be the strong one, the one to find the answers, the one to built the Resistance, because if he didn't do it, then who would? His mother's death had been the trigger for Wyatt's change, but it had also been the end of the legendary Charmed Ones; Phoebe and Paige, too distraught from the loss of their sister, and too horrified by the change in their nephew, couldn't hold a candle against Wyatt. Sure they'd helped Chris with the Resistance in any way they could, but it was Chris' drive, his strategic planning, him pushing himself to almost his breaking point, that made the Resistance a significant force against Wyatt's rule.

And in the end they'd died; Phoebe trying to save her daughter, and Paige in a desperate attempt to save Leo from Wyatt's clutches. Neither succeeded; Prim had died anyway, and Wyatt had had a field day slicing Leo with the Excalibur and allowing him to heal, time and time again, spurting on his nonsense about power as their father had begged him to come to his senses. Wyatt in the end had gotten bored and had taken off his head. Paige had been killed hours before by an energy ball, when Wyatt had caught her sneaking into Leo's cell. They'd died and they'd left him all alone, in a futile war against his brother.

So no, Chris didn't want them to find out who he was, because he didn't want to hurt them. Because he hadn't been a part of a family in such a long time that he'd forgotten how to be in one. Because he'd been a leader for so long, he'd forgotten what it felt like to let someone else carry the responsibility. Because to him, family was a foreign concept, and relatives were only good at dying or turning evil. And Chris had vowed not to let himself forget that. But the woman standing a few steps bellow him, with her eyes pinned on his back was making it so damn difficult.

"You're redecorating?" his sarcasm kicked in, soon as Chris realized it'd been more than five minutes since silence had fallen between them, his thumb jerking towards the door. Sarcasm had always been a defense mechanism to the Halliwells after all.

"Ugh, no actually." Piper said with a small smile "This is the door to-"

"Magic School, yes I know." Chris spoke over her words, raising his eyes to meet hers "What is it doing here?"

"Something about a severed head rolling down our staircase." Piper said, trying to hide a smile as Chris' eyes bulged.

"What?"

"According to your sister." Piper said, making Chris uneasily shift his weight from one foot to the other; it still felt weird when others called Melinda his sister "One of the students of Magic School summoned the headless horseman." She explained.

"Oh, I see." He said, running a hand through his hair "So I'm guessing Phoebe and Paige are with Mel?" he asked, his gaze turning back to the door briefly, before refocusing on Piper.

"No." She said simply, and his eyebrows almost reached his hairline.

"What do you mean no?"

"I mean that Phoebe and Paige are not with Melinda, because what happened at the Magic school does not concern us." Piper said her voice smooth and low, a glaring contradiction to Chris' mood, which was getting worse with each new word.

"You let her go there alone?" he demanded and, Piper gave him a look that clearly stated 'As if anyone could've stopped her' "This is just too risky, Piper! What if something happens to her?" Chris noticed how she flinched, when he all but spat her name in anger, but he couldn't bring himself to actually care. This kind of behavior from the sisters' part was a great indicator that even if they looked like his family, the Halliwell sisters were definitely not them. Not yet, at least. They were far too reckless, too selfish, and Chris was tired of their attitude.

"Melinda is perfectly capable of handling herself." Piper's tone was clipped, like it always turned when she was giving a silent warning to not cross her.

"This is just great!" Chris mumbled to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. He breathed hard, his anger now accompanied with anxiousness;yes, Melinda was capable of handling herself, but dealing with the headless horseman was too much for her to handle on her own. He made himself count slowly to ten, drawing in deep breaths. When he reopened his eyes, he felt slightly calmer "Where are Paige and Phoebe? We should go find her; she shouldn't be there alone with the headless horseman."

"Paige is over at Richard's, and Phoebe is-"

But the rest of her sentence was cut off as a loud noise reached their ears. Piper and Chris simultaneously looked at the ceiling, and she had already started moving towards the stairs as he orbed. The first thing he saw upon re-appearing was the glowing patch of light on the wall. He felt his breath catching in his throat for a second, his mind swimming with fear. But then he caught himself, shaking it off; he was the leader of the Resistance, damn it, he was not scared of Wyatt and his lackeys. Recalling himself, he took an offensive position, standing in front of the portal; if this was one of Wyatt's assassins then Chris would make sure to show his brother just how determined he was to stop him.

He heard the sound of two pairs of footsteps getting up the stairs, and he knew that Piper and Phoebe would soon step in the attic behind him. His mind was already looking for ways to make sure the two women would stay safe no matter what, when he saw not one, but two shapes, being thrown rather unceremoniously, inside the room. The window of light behind them trembled for a second, before it vanished, leaving the two travelers behind. Chris first noticed the man, whom he had never seen live before in his life, but only in pictures. He was taller than he'd guessed, and he looked much older, but the gasps coming from the women behind him were enough to confirm his identity.

And then his eyes traveled to the second man. Chris gritted his teeth, setting his jaw, as he fought the dreading feeling that spread through his stomach. His mind was screaming to him to keep it together, but he was almost paralyzed with fear as he looked at the man at the other side of the room.

"Well, it looks like we made it."

Chris saw Wyatt's shield going up, and he belatedly realized that Piper had tried to blow up Cole. His brain loudly pointed out that this was not his Wyatt, that his Wyatt would've never stood side by side with Cole, because Cole wasn't resurrected in their present. Still, his body refused to acknowledge the fact, leaving him rooted right where he stood.

Right next to Chris, Phoebe was in a very similar state of mind. She was half scared to death, her own feelings mingled up with Chris,' making it impossible to get a hold of herself. Her hands were trembling, and she was on the verge of tears. Terror gripped at her heart, so tightly that Phoebe was certain it would give up any moment now. She chanced a glance to her nephew, only to notice, surprised and more than a little bit awed, that his face was set in a controlled and neutral expression.

Underneath Chris' feelings of fear, lied Phoebe's turmoil of emotions, with most prominent the one of anger. Phoebe was angry, and very much so; angry towards Cole for being back, after all the times she'd tried to rid her life of him. Angry at Piper, who'd tried to blow him up without a second thought,.Angry at herself for being angry at Piper; she should want to vanquish him, she should want to be done with him. And Phoebe wished, oh how she wished, to be able to hate him. But she wasn't.

When her first attack did no harm, Piper flicked her hands again, only for Wyatt's shield to absorb the blast once more.

"Honestly, woman, will you stop doing that?" Cole sounded almost exasperated, and Wyatt threw him a warning look; did his Uncle have a death wish? Piper was already upset, if the look on her face and her attempts to blow them up was an indication, and pissing her off more wasn't going to help them. As if wanting to prove Wyatt's thoughts right, Piper waved her hands again "Fine, you do the talking." His Uncle gave in with a sideways glance at Wyatt.

"Thank you." he said snidely.

His eyes traveled between the three people in the room, landing on his Aunt Phoebe first. He felt something twitch painfully inside his chest; he hadn't seen Phoebe in as many years as his mother, and not a day went by when Wyatt didn't miss both women. He risked a glimpse to his Uncle, knowing that this must be much worse for him than it was for Wyatt, but Cole's face was fixed into a neutral mask. Not surprising, Wyatt thought to himself. He'd known Cole he's whole life, and the man was a master at hiding his emotions. Wyatt on the other hand, had never quite learned how to do that. Looking at Phoebe, even while knowing that this wasn't his Aunt, that she could never take her place, all he wanted was to hug her, and tell her how much she'd missed her.

Not wanting to do something he might regret, Wyatt gave a slight shake of his head, attempting to shoo his thoughts away with the movement, and his gaze fell to the next person. The fear, and most importantly the fury, he saw shining into the familiar green hues of his brother, had him stepping back. Chris was looking at him like he was the devil reincarnated. Wyatt tried to silently communicate with him, to reach Chris' mind and him and talk to him, like they always did when they were too far away or too bored to pick up a phone. A small gasp of surprise escaped his lips, when he couldn't even sense him; no matter how much he tried, Chris' essence was nowhere. His brother had shut him out.

Needing to look anywhere else but at Chris, Wyatt turned to the last person in the room. He'd been avoiding her from the second his vision had cleared, but there was no escaping the inevitable. Piper looked so much younger than the last time he'd seen her, it was surreal. Still her familiarity was overwhelming. Standing in front of the mother he'd always loved, after all these years, after being unable to avenge her death, Wyatt was speechless. He could feel his heart constricting painfully inside his ribcage, as he took in every line on his mother's face, every detail that time had washed away from his memories, every colour her hair took as the light slipping through the windows hit on it.

"I've missed you so much." He whispered softly, and he felt a hand on his shoulder. Cole squeezed wanting to comfort him, and Wyatt nodded to let him know he was okay.

"I think it will be alright, if you lowered your shield now." Again Wyatt nodded.

"You are from Melinda's time line, aren't you?" Piper asked, the distrust obvious in her voice. Wyatt opened his mouth to respond, but he just closed it again, his head reeling; seeing his dead Mother and Aunt after all the years they'd been dead in his present was one thing, having them distrust him like he was one of their enemies, was another. Sensing the emotional state of his nephew, Cole stepped in.

"Yes, that would be correct, Piper." He said, offering her what he hoped was a friendly smile. It was strange to be in her presence again, to be in front of this woman who never liked him, never got over or forgave his past, but trusted him enough to allow him close to her family. To be in front of the woman who threw his whole reality into chaos. Especially considering this was not the same woman.

"Cole, always a pleasure to see you." She said haughtily, and Cole felt his smile turn into a smirk; Halliwells were good at nothing if not holding grudges for a ridiculously long time "And who is your friend?" she asked, her eyes cutting over to Wyatt. Cole contemplated answering, even though it wasn't his place to, but then he caught sight of his youngest nephew, and he frowned.

"Tell you what; I'll let you know soon as you tell me what's wrong with Chris." Piper scoffed.

"Chris is just fine." She said, but still he saw her eyebrows pulling together in worry. Cole simply stared at her, until she turned around to look at her youngest son "Chris?" her voice was slightly more alarmed now "Chris, honey what's wrong?"

Cole studied the way Chris was looking at Wyatt; it kind of reminded him of the way Paige used to look at him during his last days as the source. The boy's whole posture was screaming 'attack', which was not good. They hadn't come here to fight; god knew they had had a lot of fighting to do once they got back. This was a simple extraction mission, and it had to go as smoothly as possible. If the sisters considered them an enemy, Cole seriously doubted they'd let Melinda leave with them.

"I think we need Melinda." He said, and he saw Piper nodding in agreement.

"Melinda," She called, raising her voice only slightly "Melinda, sweetie, you have some visitors."

Melinda impatiently tapped her foot against the floor, arms crossed over her chest. She'd been in the headmaster's office for almost fifteen minutes now, but the man himself was nowhere to be seen. Sigmund's eyes were carefully examining her, as his head rested on top of the headmaster's office.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help myself to ask; who are you?" her old teacher questioned, and Melinda's eyes flickered over to him, before returning to the wall behind his head "You look so very familiar."

"I'm...I'm a friend of the Charmed Ones." She lied, avoiding to look him in the eyes; Sigmund had always been very good at knowing when Melinda was being dishonest in her time line "You think Gideon will be gone for much longer?" She asked, wanting to steer the conversation away from her person.

The name left a weird taste in her mouth every time she spoke it. It was as if she already disliked the man behind it even though she was certain she'd never met or even heard of him. She had a bad feeling about this Gideon guy, and the fact that he was an Elder only worked against him. Still Melinda tried to overlook it; she didn't want to be biased against this man, and maybe she was letting the disappointment she felt towards her family get the better out of her.

"I think he must be informing the students about..." Sigmund trailed off, his cheeks slightly flashing "Well, about my predicament." He finished off.

"Oh...By the way, I'm really sorry about that." She apologized, knowing that it wasn't her fault, but still feeling like she had to. Sigmund smiled at her.

"Thank you, but it's alright. It could've been worse," He said, and Melinda raised a questioning eyebrow "I could've actually been killed." He explained, and she let a small breath out, nodding her head.

Another couple of minutes passed in silence, with Melinda pacing the life out of the office, unable to keep herself from moving. She was thinking of leaving a note for Gideon, telling him what went down and reassuring him that she was going to find who was responsible for the summoning of the Headless Horseman, when the familiar sound of orbing echoed in the room, and Melinda turned around to see a swarm of blue and white particles turning into a tall man, with brown curly hair and a vibrant blue eyes, clad in a black robe.

"Headmaster." Sigmund greeted, lowering his eyes in respect, since he couldn't bow.

"Oh Sigmund." Gideon's voice was full of concern and guilt as he approached his office, crouching so to be on the same eye level with the other man "I'm so sorry he got to you." He said earnestly.

"It's okay, Headmaster. I still managed to deliver the message." Sigmund brushed off the apology, like he'd done Melinda's. Gideon smiled, straightening his body.

"Great, so the Charmed Ones must be here."

"Um, sorry to disappoint, but they aren't." Melinda said, clasping her hands in front of her. Gideon spun around, his eyes falling to her for the first time since he'd entered the room.

The reaction was immediate, once they locked gazes. Melinda's stomach lurched, and she lost her balance like she'd been hit, staggering backwards. She braced herself against one of the many bookcases, and drew a deep shaky breath, trying to keep herself from throwing up. Her emotions were a tornado, rushing through her system, and she wasn't sure which one was more prominent; fear, anger or disgust?

"Easy, easy there." Gideon admonished, moving closer to her, and resting a hand on her shoulder. Melinda violently flinched, the fear inside of her doubling due to his closeness "Hey, it's alright." The Elder said in a soothing voice, and Melinda made an effort to get a grasp of her feelings, but it was close to impossible.

She knew what was happening; her usually dormant power was kicking in full force, but Melinda for the life of her couldn't understand what it was trying to tell her. The last time it had woken up, Phoebe and Paige had been in mortal danger; it'd made her orb to them, and it was ultimately what had saved them. This time though the feelings came without the usual flash of the future, and Melinda was more than a little bit confused. She had never developed the full power of premonitions, that one had always been Penny's inherited by her mother, but her version of it hadn't been this vague before.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten over me." She managed through gritted teeth, plastering a pleasant, albeit fake, smile on her face. Gideon matched it with one of his own, his hand still on her shoulder. The contact made the hair on the nape of her neck stand up, but Melinda ignored it, attempting to behave normally.

"It's quite alright." he said reassuringly, and even the sound of her voice had her skin prickle.

"I'm sorry, but the Charmed Ones are busy dealing with a clan of Raptor demons." She lied easily, barely managing to keep her feelings from bubbling back to the surface "But I can assure you, I'll find whomever is responsible for what happened to Sigmund." She finished off, making Gideon arch an eyebrow.

"You? You think you can do it?" he asked, and Melinda felt like fidgeting under the scrutiny of his gaze.

"I think it will be easier for me; the students are not much younger than me, I'll blend in easier than the sisters. I'm confident I'll have your-" Melinda paused, when Piper's voice echoing in her head; she did not sound happy. Melinda groaned internally; she was not ready for another Halliwell fight.

"Is everything alright?" Gideon inquired worriedly. Melinda, whose eyes had glazed over for a second, nodded sharply.

"Ugh, yeah. I just need to go get some...things, and then I'll be right back to solve this." she said, in the most reassuring voice she could muster. Gideon peered at her, in that special way Elders only could, making her think he could see straight to her soul. Melinda shifted her weight from one food to the other, putting some much needed distance between them.

"Very well." He said after a minute, taking a step back from her "I'll be in here, if you need anything."

Melinda nodded once, and without as much as a goodbye, she twirled around and almost ran out the door. Once it was safely shut behind her, she threw a look around to make sure she was alone in the corridor, and orbed out.

She didn't know what she expected, after hearing Piper calling, but clearly it wasn't what she saw when she re-formed in the attic. Her heart jumped in her throat, when her eyes met with Wyatt's. There was such an anxiety, so much fear for her wellbeing, coming off of him in waves and hitting square in the chest. For the first time in forever, Melinda contemplated shutting their link down; feeling everything that Wyatt felt at that moment, was too much. But then she shook her head; Wyatt would be crushed, and it was the last thing she wanted. No, no, Melinda wanted to hug him, hold him close and make sure that he was alright, not crush him. Never crush him.

There was another set of emotions, filtering through the psychic bond. Fear, and pain, and loathing. It didn't take a genius to know whom they were coming from. Feeling that Chris was about to snap, and knowing that if he attacked, Wyatt would not fight him, feeding Chris' wrath, Melinda acted fast. She walked up to her brother, standing directly in front of him in his personal space, and pinning in his eyes. Melinda couldn't, wouldn't, blame him for his feelings; the last time they'd both seen Wyatt he'd killed not only Bianca but Melinda's counterpart in their time line. It was only normal for Chris to feel the way he felt when faced with the man who had made his life a living hell, even if her Wyatt was not that man.

"Chris." She said gently, grasping one of his hands in both of hers "Chris, it's okay, look at me." She whispered, and Chris' eyes found hers, but he wasn't really seeing her "I want you to go to the kitchen and stay there, can you do that for me?" she asked, and he shook his head no, his eyes returning to Wyatt "Chris, no, look at me." This time her voice was more insistent, and his gaze snapped to hers "I need you to go down there. I know you know this is not your brother, but there's a part of you that's reacting to him like he is. So I need you to get out of here, and wait for me in the kitchen, is that understood?" she questioned, her eyes never leaving his.

Chris stubbornly refused to do what she was asking of him for a couple of seconds more, but then he gave a resigned nod, and with one last look at Wyatt, he orbed away. Melinda let a small sigh, running a hand through her hair. She noticed Phoebe's face, twisted into a mask of emotions, silently battling her own demons, and she knew it would be better to let her sort it out herself, so she stepped away from her Aunt.

"Melinda?"

Wyatt's impatience was obvious in his voice, and Melinda couldn't keep herself away from him for a second longer. She broke into a sprint,crashing on to him, her arms flying around his shoulders. Wyatt's snuck around her waist, pulling her close, and holding her impossibly tight. He lowered his head, resting it on her shoulder, and she could hear him whispering 'You are okay, it's going to be okay' in his most reassuring voice. Melinda snuggled further into his chest, allowing herself to be weak and needy, if only for the next couple of minutes. She snatched Wyatt's shirt in her fists, her grip around the tall man becoming strong enough to hurt, but Wyatt didn't complain.

Melinda felt a second pair of arms wrapping around them both, and only then she realized she'd also seen Cole standing next to her brother, when she'd arrived. His palm stroke her hair, and Melinda's eyes started burning, feeling with tears to the brim. She hadn't understood how much she'd actually missed them, not until they were wrapped up in each others embrace like that.

"How?" her voice was trembling terribly, and she was holding back tears, but she had to know how they'd come over "Why?"

"We had to get you back." Her Uncle said, dropping a kiss on her forehead, and Melinda relished at the feeling of being with her family again.

"B-but I don't understand." She started, and with one final squeeze, Wyatt pulled her at arm's length. His eyes were shinning with love and relief as he looked her up and down making sure she was intact, his hand stroking the side of her face.

"We'll explain everything, I promise," He said and Cole next to him nodded. Melinda accepted it with a smile, the most genuine one since she'd found herself in the past "But they have questions too." Wyatt pointed out, looking at the two women behind them. Melinda reluctantly tore her eyes away from her brother and Uncle and took one good look at Piper and Phoebe.

"They always do," She muttered to herself "Alright, I think some introductions are in order, no?" she asked rhetorically, only to get an eye roll from Piper "I think you both know who Cole is." She started her eyes flickering to the man to her left, before returning to the two witches across the room. She got two positive nods in response "Right...Um, so this young man over here," she continued, reaching for her brother's hand "This is Wyatt." She heard both Phoebe and Piper gasp "Now, time for my questions; how did you get here?" she asked eyeing the two travelers. Cole and Wyatt exchanged a look, before focusing on her, the first opening his mouth to answer her.

"Well...How much time do you have?"

A/N; So the rescue party made it...At least one of the two teams. Care to find out where Prue and Kyle ended up, or should I leave that out of the story? Let me know what you thought of this, and please don't hate me for all the time it took me to update. Till next time