A/N: I'm giggling right now, because my dad's yelling at me "Your Cult (Yay! WE'RE a cult now!) can wait! Clear the dishwasher or something like that." Anyway, we are moving! YAY!

Kay, so I went to this school leadership conference thingy yesterday, and we got these bands that say "You Made A Difference." And I'm supposed to hand another three out. Well, while I'm doing that I thought of all of you and I want you to copy and paste this on your profiles (If you have one. If not, post this somewhere, even on a cpu document to use for later):

You Made A Difference In Somebody's Life Today.

I don't want any of you to ever forget that. Every single day, you make a difference in somebody's life. Thank you for making a difference in my life. Thank you for making me realize to go farther with my writing.

I think I'll make a sequel to this (Though I don't think I'm anywhere close to finishing this one...) I have a small idea, I hope it works. I actually think I got the first & Second chapter! I think it's going to be three years in the future though...

Disclaimer:

Alex's POV

"Why not? You can take an hour break and get something to eat, can't you?" Wendell asked again. I giggled.

"I've already told you, I need to make sure Sabrina's okay! And you're really not helping."

"I'm fine. I got my mamma and a Fairy Boy. go already." Sabrina groaned. I rolled my eyes.

"As if any of them have even a chance at getting a medical degree..."

"You really want to go there, Alex? I've taken the required Faerie school courses in medicine, literature, fighting, and politics." Puck retorted.

"Didn't you fail all of them miserably?" I asked.

"Only politics, which is what really mattered to Oberon and Titania, which is why they tell everyone I failed all my classes."

"I see." She replied, looking at her chart.

"Really?" I heard Sabrina ask Puck. He nodded, and continued trying to cool her. She sighed.

"Why can't I just take a cold shower?" She asked.

"Can you get up." I asked her. She tried. I heard her fall onto the floor.

"Why can't I stand up?" She asked.

"You've been in bed just over a week, and probably something to do with your Guardian growth." I stated simply. It was pretty obvious in my opinion. "You'll be able to use your legs in a day or two."

"We don't have a day or two. We need to start training now." She growled, and tried to stand up again. This time, succeeding before falling into Puck.

"Oh, I thought you wanted to start training in a few days. Oh well. I've learned absolutely nothing from the blood work. Wendell, let's go." I looked at Sabrina. "I like getting out too, and, honestly I can teach Wendell what you want to teach them."

"My sleep talking?" She asked.

"Yeah. You're extremely good at it."

I picked up my bag and left with Wendell, hopefully to get something to eat.

SPOV

"Now, mom I don't expect you to participate at all, with the watermelon you're lugging around." I pointed at her swelling belly. "However, Daphne will want to be involved, so I need her to participate in this. Pair up. Puck, with me. Granny with Jake. Briar, Canis. Charming, Snow. And Daphne..." I looked for my baby sister. "Max." I looked at the Werewolf, pointing my gun at him. "Easy on her, Wolf." He nodded, and Canis looked confused. We used to call him the wolf. I don't think he knew about Max being his son yet... Max was such a baby when It came to those things.

"All right, I'll demonstrate. Puck, hold my gun to my head." I said.

"Excuse me?"

"It's not loaded, just do it." He held the gun up to my head lazily.

"What you want to do is step on their foot,"

"Ow."

"Then hit their head,"

"Hey! That hurts!"

"And then turn, knock the gun out of their hand, and your done. Voila! Now I'd like everyone else to try, I don't have guns for everyone, so you'll just have to make do with your hands or something." I said. Puck fell back down into a chair.

"Sorry, Fairy Boy." I smiled a grim (A/N: Bad pun, sorry.) smile.

They started practicing. Daphne pawned Max every single time. It was hilarious watching the four foot five girl kick the six foot two monsters butt. After I watched everyone go through it twice, I turned to Puck.

"Let's go Fairy Boy." I told him. I picked up my gun and held it to his head. Instead of my method, he tried to grab my arm and spin me. I allowed him, then took my gun and stuck it in his gut.

"That's why we use my method. If you do that, you end up with a stomach full of lead covered in basilisk poison." I smiled. "Do it my way, or you die."

"Fine," He muttered. Men and dictatorship. Sheesh.

A/N: I felt like ending it here. I'm tired, and felt the need to put up another chapter. I know this one sucked, but I'm just kinda spent. It's the long weekend, so I might not put anything up unless I feel REALLY, REALLY inspired. Just think like this, when one chappie sucks, the next one's bound to be fantastic.