And now...

"You have to help me, I will pay you whatever it takes, I am desperate!" A bewildered Sneezy greets Snow and David at the door of their office the moment they arrive.

"Are you alright? How long have you been standing here?" David asks him, looking concerned. "We don't open till ten..."

"I got here at nine," Sneezy shrugs. "I was going to come to your house but I didn't want to intrude..."

Snow unlocks the office door and motions the men to step inside. She glances wistfully at the coffee pot in the corner. Sneezy is in such a state. She doesn't want to make him wait while she makes coffee.

"Won't you sit down?" David offers, but Sneezy seems to be determined to pace up and down.

"I mean, I don't even know whats happening. My office has been under attack for a while. Yesterday all my papers were printed in green ink, today they look normal. The day before my pens were hovering in the air, I had to glue them down to my desk. The day before my chair was covered in a fabric that had the words "you look cute," printed in thirty seven languages. The effect lasted only for one day. I don't know what to do... every day it's a different thing. I am a serious man, I am trying to run a business. The other day, I had a very important client in my office, I didn't dare open my file cabinet, to review his case because as soon as I opened the drawers, a song would play..."

"A song?" Snow asks incredulously.

"A different song for every drawer. Top drawer was violin solos, middle drawer was R&B, bottom drawers were eighties metal ballads..." Sneezy replies mournfully and he finally concedes to sit down. "I was mortified. All I can think off is that my enemies are trying to push me out of business, they are trying to discredit me, I cannot... I don't know what to do..."

"I don't think that...-" David tries to say, but once again Sneezy is standing up, handing a very important looking folder to Snow White.

"I have comprised a list of enemies. First in alphabetical order, then in chronological order, then in order of importance, rating their potential grudges from one to ten. Ten being potentially murderous. One, if they might spit in my tea," he concludes, then he sits back on his chair breathless.

Snow quickly browses through the list. "Gwendolyn the gum chewer?" she frowns.

"I'm afraid that I've forgotten her last name, it's been a while since kindergarten, you see... I asked her not to chew gum in class. She never forgave me. I was allergic to strawberry and her gum always had the strongest most artificial strawberry flavor..." Sneezy lets out a loud sneeze, just at the memory of strawberry flavored gum.

"Kindergarten?" David wants to make sure he heard correctly.

"Yes, of course. Why? Do you think that's not far enough back? I suppose I could try to think even further back into my childhood..."

"No, I meant the opposite," David tries to say. "That's too far back."

"When should I start?" Sneezy is looking surprised. "I suppose if kindergarten is too far back we can eliminate a few pages, narrow the list of subjects..."

"Listen Grumpy, I don't think you need my services yet. I have a few ideas how you can efficiently handle the situation," Snow replies then she casts a quick glance at David. "Surely you can resolve this on your own..."

David nods.

"Come on," Snow smiles encouragingly to Sneezy. "Let's go take a look at your office, see what we can do to prevent further pranks..."

"Pranks? Those are not simple pranks! I'm afraid that you are severely underestimating the situation Snow White, I'm fearing for my life..." Sneezy protests but he does follow Snow out of the office.

"Tink!" David pulls out his magic mirror.

"Hello?" Tink replies yawning. "It's too early David. Do you need my help?"

"Not quite," David replies. "I was wondering when you are going to ask Sneezy out to dinner..."

There is a pause and then Tink's voice sounds more high pitched like normal. "What? Why?" she asks.

"Because clearly you like him and what you are currently doing isn't working," David sighs.

"What am I doing?" Tink is clearly doing her best to sound completely innocent.

"You are love pranking his office. Only he thinks it's a professional attack. He has no clue you are trying to flirt with him..."

"I am not...- What? A professional attack?"

"Exactly," David replies.

"What makes you think it's me?"

"Because every drawer in his file cabinet was a different song," David replies. "That's both incredibly creative and talented. Not sure I know of any other fairy that could pull this off. And you have a soft spot for eighty's metal ballads. But if it's not you, and you truly don' t care for Sneezy, I suppose I can introduce him to Magenta. I think they'd look quite cute together..."

"Magenta!" Tink sounds outraged. "Why? She isn't behind this..."

"I don't care," David shrugs. "Clearly the prankster doesn't want to reveal herself. She must not care about Sneezy that much. And Sneezy is a good man, he doesn't deserve this anyway. I think the Magenta Fairy might be a good match for him... Did you know she makes her own crossword puzzles?"

"Crossword passwords are boring!"

"He loves accounting. I think he'll like 'boring' just fine..."

And David is very lucky that Tink loves him very much. Because Tink very much feels like turning him green at the moment or making his desk fly up in the air and then come crushing down on the ground.

"Please don't," is all that Tink says.

"I won't," David replies. "But Tink, you have to find a better way to express your feelings. You are driving the poor guy crazy..."

"Well, that was not my intent," Tink replies.

"You were hoping that we'd call you to help us in his case, so you'd get to rescue him? Well, that didn't work," David replies.

"And what exactly was your intent?" David hesitates. Maybe he doesn't want to know after all.

"Maybe I wanted him to come to you with his problem and maybe I wanted you to be stumped about who was pranking him... And perhaps I thought you would hire me on as a security adviser, to help you out, use a spell to protect his office and maybe since I would be the one rescuing him and he would really really like me..."

" Well, that didn't work!"

"I know," Tink says quietly. "Are you going to tell him?"

"No, you will."

"Will I?" Tink sounds ready to make her magic mirror dissolve, change her name, die her hair black and move to another kingdom.

"Don't you want to?" David asks. "You wouldn't have gone through all this trouble if you didn't like him..."

Tink hesitates. "Maybe..."

"So, today then? You'll go talk to him?"

Tink nods a few times. "Today," she replies quietly.

"This is what we are going to do," Snow says pulling out the small vial of fairy dust that she got from Tink months ago, when she was working on Regina' s case. Back then Tink had devised a magic cancelling fairy dust that temporarily stopped Regina from accessing her magic. It had worked for five minutes. "We are going to sprinkle a little bit of this dust here, and here..."

Snow sprinkles the four corners of Sneezy's office.

Sneezy sneezes a couple of times. He might be allergic to magic too.

"I'm going to ask you to spend the night in your office," Snow smiles encouragingly at him. "And when the pranksters come you are going to catch them in the act. And then you can talk to them," Snow smiles triumphantly.

"Talk to them?" Sneezy does not appear quite convinced. "I'm not qualified for interrogations. I'm just an accountant. What if they are armed and dangerous?"

"Well, I'm qualified," Snow tries to stifle her smile. "And I believe that's the best course of action..."

"What would I even say?" Sneezy is looking lost.

"I have the utmost belief in your abilities my friend," Snow pats Sneezy on the back. "You'll know what to say when the time comes..."

"Well?" David asks as soon as Snow steps back in the office.

"Well," she smiles leaning against his desk. "I got a lot of good ideas from this case. I'm thinking I'm going to start my day tomorrow by throwing heart confetti on your desk. Heart candies on your pillow. Maybe a path of rose petals from here all the way leading to my desk..."

"Well I've always wanted a singing sock drawer," David replies.

Snow laughs. "I knew it! How about a sock drawer that belts out opera songs as soon as you open it?"

David is looking mildly horrified. "Something lighter..."

"I shouldn't be laughing," Snow mumbles. "It's not like I was any better... It took me forever to be brave enough to ask you out..."

And David remembers the one terrible conversation when Snow got abducted before she even got a chance to invite him to dinner, and he is not smiling anymore. He is just holding her tight, breathing her in.

"We are okay," he says quietly. "They are all on the run now, they can't hurt us anymore..."

And Snow stifles the urge to argue that as long as Regina is out there some where, they may never be completely safe.

"Come on. How about I take you out to lunch," David relaxes his grip, trying to push away the dark thoughts clouding his mind.

Snow smirks. "Asking me out?"

"Yes. Have no fear, my intentions are mostly honorable..." he laughs.

"Speaking of intentions, she is not going to break his heart, is she?"

David is surprised to see that Snow is quite alarmed about this. Sneezy is such an unusual character. Somehow David wasn't thinking of Sneezy as this guy who might actually be in danger from Tinkerbell.

"I... I don't think so. You know what she is like. She doesn't actually share a lot of information about her relationships. And she never discusses feelings. But I've never seen her act like this before..."

Snow makes a face. "Perhaps this is a good sign..." she shrugs.

Sneezy has dozed off twice on his chair. His office is dark. He contemplates turning on the lamp on his desk, but that will very likely ruin his plan. He looks at the grandfather clock in the corner of his office by the window, illuminated by the street lights. It's nine o'clock. He meant to stay up of course, but he had a busy day and now he is dozing off on his chair. Snow might be a genius, he thinks. Why, even though his apartment is right upstairs, he would have never thought to spend the night in his office, to catch the intruder in the act. No, his mind is always filled with calculations and numbers. He doesn't often think of practical things. He gets more comfortable on his chair, his eyes closing when he hears a strange crushing sound. He is awake. He is awake. He stands up in a hurry, his hand reaching for the engraved letter opener on his desk. Sneezy T. Clark, he admires his name on the letter opener, a present from a prestigious client, he is temporarily distracted. Then he looks at the shadow in the middle of the room and he is immediately reminded of what he is supposed to be doing.

"Who goes there?" he blurts out, pulling the string to turn his desk lamp on. When Snow said he'd immediately know what to say, perhaps she was underestimating how awkward he can be at times when he is dealing with real live people, not numbers behind his magic mirror screen.

He is surprised to see Tink on the ground struggling to get up from the floor.

She is looking shocked, her limbs are feeling heavy due to the magic cancelling fairy dust. "What did you do to me?" she asks quietly.

"Why... I didn't...I certainly would never..." he is immediately apologetic. He rushes to help her up. "What are you even doing here?"

Tink shakes her hand in a hurry. "Don't!" she says. She recognizes her own magic of course, it's her own fairy dust spread on the floor, but unfortunately she is not immune to it. She feels heavy, like she is swimming in syrup, and her limbs are glued to the ground. And though she knows this is a temporary effect, she still glares at Sneezy.

"Why?" she demands.

"You will forgive me, but I have been under attack for a while now... I needed to find out who is wrecking havoc in my office and my life," he says and then he notes the red heart stickers in her hand.

He is looking at Tink stunned.

"Well, it won't happen again," she murmurs, slowly raising from the ground, dusting her short green dress. "I'm sorry..." In a few minutes she will be able to teleport from Sneezy's office, but not yet. She is standing there, her acts exposed, her cheeks flushed and she wishes the earth would open up and swallow her whole.

"You are not in my list of enemies," Sneezy observes, crossing his arms. "Care to explain yourself?"

"List of enemies?" now Tink is really confused.

"Did my rival, Philips and Statham and Loyd put you up to this?"

"Who is Philips and Statham and Loyd?"

"Why the second most successful accounting firm in town. They've been trying to steal my clients for years. How much did they pay you?"

"Oh," Tink blinks a couple of times. She sees the opportunity waiting right there. If she pretends she was hired by the rival accounting firm, she can offer to mess with them free of charge. And then Sneezy will be grateful to her forever... which is pretty much her original plan only turned inside out and upside down. This could work.

Only Sneezy is standing right there, looking like he will believe anything she says. He would too. And she doesn't really want to lie to him. "They didn't put me up to this..." she confesses.

"Who then? Blake and Bolton? Schultz? Freeman?"

Tink is shaking her head. "I... no, I did this on my own."

"Why? Why would you engage in such an atrocious campaign of terror against me?" he exclaims incredulously. "I have never done anything to you, I have been nothing but civil...-"

"I..." Tink is very much regretting her honesty. "Campaign of terror?" she looks at him dumbfounded.

"What else would you call it? There were green hearts in the ledgers of my accounting books, only to be replaced by peony garlands, hanging on my walls, and little notes with the word 'sweet' in them in seventeen languages and...oh!" and as he is listing Tink's pranks one by one, Sneezy for the first time puts two and two together. "Oh, " he says again his eyes opening wide "oh... I see," he coughs a couple of times, his eyes on the floor. So maybe Tink had motivations other than actually trying to sabotage his business. "I didn't realize..."

And now Tink is furiously blushing, thinking of ten different ways she'll punish Snow White for helping Sneezy use her own magic cancelling dust against her. She can turn Snow's horse into a green sheep. She can turn Snow's hair blue. She can send a little snow storm in Snow's living room. Except she can't, she can't mess with Snow. Snow is David's wife and she will never, never do anything to upset David. That's her one rule. David saved her life. David is never to be messed with.

And then Sneezy takes a step forward.

"Why me?" he asks quietly.

And on that very moment Tink feels herself free to teleport. The effect of the dust is wearing of. She is free to go. But Sneezy is standing in front of her, brown eyes filled with questions and he looks so flustered and confused and adorably cute. Maybe she doesn't want to be free just yet. She forces herself to look him in the eyes, and she can see his confusion. Why me? Are you just playing with me , is what he is really asking.

Tink hesitates.

"Tink, you are the prettiest fairy in all the realms, if rumors are to be believed you are incredibly powerful, you can fly... why... why me?"

And Tink freezes feeling the familiar stab in the heart, the one she feels when anyone mentions flying. "I can't," she replies, her cheeks flushing.

"What?" he is looking adorable and confused again.

"Can't fly," she whispers.

"Afraid of heights?" he frowns. "Well that's perfectly understandable. Nothing to be ashamed of. I myself cannot stand heights ever since I went on that carnival ride when I was seven.. my mother bribed the guy that was manning the ride. I wasn't nearly tall enough... I've been afraid of heights ever since... Flying is one of my top twenty fears, along with brown bears and blue scissors..." his voice trails off.

"Not afraid of heights," Tink replies. "My wings are broken..."

Ever since her escape from Neverland Tink has had many relationships. And in all those times she's never actually done what she is about to do now. Tink waves her hand and her wings unfold. Her beautiful green translucent wings, that cannot even open properly because Peter Pan falsely accused her of murder and snapped them both at the wrist joint.

And she expects Sneezy to look at her either with pity or with anger, just like David did, when he found her hiding in the Neverland caves. He couldn't believe how anyone could be cruel enough to break her wings. But Sneezy doesn't do either. He inspects her wings with levelheaded calmness.

"I see," he says. "I see. But that's no reason why you couldn't fly again..."

Tink frowns. What is he talking about? Clearly he doesn't understand.

"Look, it won't be the same as before and you need to start from a great height, not something you had to do before, but it could work..." he says as he opens the back door of his office that leads to a stairway into his apartment. "Come on," he says sounding both excited and impatient.

Tink follows him up the stairs and she is amazed to see twenty intricate kites all suspended on Sneezy's ceiling.

"Did you make these?" Tink is looking quite stunned.

"It's a little hobby of mine. I know what you are thinking," he shrugs. "People that fear heights have no business building kites, and things that fly...-"

"I wasn't thinking that at all," she replies, her eyes wide open, taking it all in.

"You weren't?" he says then he walks over to his desk in the corner of the room and empties it. He picks up a pencil and unrolls some parchment. "Like this" he says drawing a few lines. "It shouldn't take me more than hour to put together, just because my glue will take a while to dry up... do you have plans for the night?"

"I don't," she says looking at his design. "I could make the glue dry faster..."

"Really?" Sneezy is looking delighted. "That skill could come in handy..."

Tink smiles brightly.

"Lets take some measurements, shall we?" he says. "May I?"

And Tink swallows hard because she's hasn't let anyone touch her wings in years. Not since she got away from Neverland and the healing fairy said the damage was too great and she could only heal them partially and in all likelyhood she would never fly again. "Alright," she forces herself to reply, because she really wants to fly again.

"Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit," Sneezy says and then his hands are gently opening up her wing. And Tink is standing frozen in place, her eyes on his face.

Sneezy carefully measures the front and the back of her wings, he even calculates the thickness of the bone, keeping quick notes. And then he stares at her wide eyed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," he asks quietly handing her his monogrammed handkerchief.

"It didn't hurt," she frowns and doesn't understand why he is handing her a handkerchief until she feels her cheeks moist. She didn't even realize she was crying.

"Would you like some tea?"

No she doesn't want tea, she wants wings, but she surprises herself again by nodding.

"I do not do this often," he mumbles placing the tea kettle on his stove. "Entertaining, I mean," he explains.

She is shocked because he serves her cucumber sandwiches and tea in the most beautiful porcelain teacup... For a guy who doesn't entertain, he certainly has style.

"Beautiful," she exclaims, examining the green leaves in her cup.

"Thank you. It was my mother's... Back to the wings," he smiles. "I think I'm ready to glue things together, if you want to help me out..."

Tink looks at the delicate braces he's made for her wings. He's used slices of bamboo sticks and the prettiest handmade green paper.

"Almost ready ," he says testing the flexible joint, as Tink waves her hand using her magic to dry the glue.

"It's quite beautiful," she whispers.

"It's probably good for one time use only. It'd be better if it was made out of silk, but I didn't want to take any chances. I could make you enough pairs to wear everyday... would you like to try them on?"

Tink is too overwhelmed for words. She just nods quickly. Sneezy quickly snaps the wing braces in place.

Tink gasps.

"Did that hurt?" Sneezy is looking worried.

Tink shakes her head and then slowly, carefully she extends her wings as far as she can. She slowly turns her head to look at her beautiful wings. She has no idea but her whole body is trembling.

"I think they fit..." Sneezy wants to be extra cautious. "I think maybe you can try flying with them tomorrow, I'm sure this sort of thing is best done by daylight," he suggests.

But has already walked to the window and she is struggling to open it.

"What are you doing?" he gasps. Because Sneezy is allergic to everything. He never opens the windows. He keeps the temperature of this room perfect at sixty five degrees. He uses a hypoallergenic air purifier and a humidifier. It's been years since the window has been opened, and it's definitely stuck.

But a little rust isn't going to stop Tinkerbell who's already waved her hand, opened the window wide and stepped on the ledge.

"Tink," he says rushing towards her, realizing what she is about to do. "We are on the second floor, it's not high enough, you are going to crush on the ground, you ought to try higher...-"

Tink turns around long enough to give him her brightest of smiles and then she lets her body fall backwards.

"Tink!" Sneezy practically screams leaning out the window, totally expecting to see her body splattered on the ground. "Tink!" he says this time, his voice pulsating with awe rather than terror. Because Tink is twirling in the air and then she shoots up, and it's like watching a shooting star trailing the sky. Sneezy gasps. Tink flying might be the most beautiful sight he's ever laid eyes on. His wings are holding up. He leans against the window, sneezing twice, looking at Tink, his heart beating fast, both amazed and terrified. When he envisioned Tink flying, he thought of basic flight maneuvers, he certainly did not design her wings for twirling and free falling. He's afraid she is going to crush on the ground. But Tink is once again soaring to the skies, she is now a little dot against the starry night and Sneezy is holding his breath. He needs her to come down, he needs to make sure she is safe. On a practical note, he needs to reinforce her wings, single bamboo stripes aren't going to cut it, because his girl is a regular daredevil. He is going to have to special order better paper, green to match her wings, green to match her eyes. Sneezy is already preparing a shopping list in his mind.

The air up here is thick with unused magic. Tink closes here eyes, filling her lungs. This isn't like the Neverland magic, wild and dangerous. There is a sweetness to the air here, a kindness, the scent of evergreens and hope, Tink realizes. The airs is ripe with hope. And Tink slows down and hovers above the forest, watching a hundred windows lit by candlelight, hundreds of people undoubtedly going to bed for the night about to dream, even as her own dream is coming true. Tink is watching the forest trees swaying in the wind, the starlight reflection on the river passing under the troll bridge. She is flying, she us flying again, and there is no way to describe how her heart is both racing and feeling peaceful at the same time, how she is both exhilarated and crying all at once.

When Tink finds her way back to Sneezy's apartment and lands on his window ledge, he is deep in thought. He's already designed several more wings braces, for longer more complicated types of flight.

"How was it?" he asks, raising his eyes above his notes. "On a scale from one to ten, one being barely tolerable ten being amazing, how would you rate your flying experience?"

Tink doesn't reply. She just walks right up to him and plants a kiss right on his mouth.

"Umm, good... good..." Sneezy stammers, his cheeks two shades lighter than a ripe tomato.

"Will you fly with me?" Tink asks.

"Dwarves don't fly," is his quick reply.

"Sure they do. I'm pretty sure Grumpy flies with Nova..."

"Sensible dwarves don't fly," Sneezy amends his rule.

"Sure they do..." Tink is looking so exited Sneezy doesn't know what to do. He certainly doesn't want to disappoint her but the thought of him up in the air is both terrifying and ludicrous.

"I'm a ... I'm more of a down to earth kind of guy," Sneezy tries again.

"I'll sprinkle fairy dust on you, and stir you along, it will be perfect...and I have teleportation powers. If anything goes wrong I'll just transport us back here, it will be like we never left! Please?"

"You don't understand," Sneezy struggles to explain. "I'm not an outdoors man. I'm allergic to grass, I'm allergic to pollen, I'm allergic to hay, I'm allergic to thirty seven different types of greenery... I collect and desing kites but I never fly them. I flew the red kite once, but only because I lost a bet on international kite day..."

And when Tink still looks unconvinced by his very sound arguments his sighs.

"Tinkerbell," he breathes, "if you take me flying I am going to scream like a dwarf baby on bath day... A guy really doesn't want to do that in front of his girl right on their first day together..."

"His girl?" Tink's eyes open wide and then she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him again. And when she pulls back this time Sneezy's mind is completely void of any solid arguments against flying.

"A little bit of flying, never hurt anyone" he hears himself blurt out, his voice coming out all hoarse.

"Really?" Tink squeals clapping her hands. "You can scream all you like my little lighting bug..."

And before he gets a chance to blink or protest his new pet name Tink has already tossed some silver fairy dust his way, he's sneezed twice and now she is flying up in the sky, her arms wrapped around him chest, his back leaning against her, his eyes closed tight. He does not think he is breathing. He is so terrified, he may never breathe again.

"Open your eyes," she whispers, her lips right by his ear.

And he does. He does for a brief second, long enough to see the stars and the water and then he closes his eyes tight again.

"Beautiful," he says in a high pitched trembling voice he doesn't recognize as his.

And then Tink lowers to the ground, and she flies back to his window. And Sneezy is so grateful to be alive, he wants to kiss the floorboards in his livingroom and cry.

"How was it?" Tink asks.

"Horrifying," he replies quite honestly, his legs sinking to the ground.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Tink kneels in front of him, placing her hands on his shoulders. "I thought I could change your mind..."

"Can we do this again tomorrow?" he hears himself asking.

And Tink laughs and claps her hands. "Really?"

He leans in and kisses her instead of replying.

Her heart is beating faster, her mind is filled with fairy dust and echoes of her wings flapping against the wind. She pulls back to look at him.

"It's really late," she whispers. "I should go... Will you help me take these off?"

Sneezy stands up and takes off her wing braces, massaging gently the bone on her wings. Tink shudders. She turns around to cup his face and kiss him one more time, and when she pulls back they are both looking at each other in wide eyes wonder.

"Tomorrow?" she whispers.

"Can't wait," he replies, raising her hand to his lips. And just like that, in the next breath Tinkerbell is gone.

Sneezy leans against the wall, his knees are still trembling but he feels light as a feather. He should close the window of course, he needs to use his air purifier, he should return the room to its previous perfectly controlled ambient state... And then Sneezy laughs. Who is he kidding? Things are never going to be perfectly controlled ever again. And he is okay with that. He leaves the window open as he heads to his bedroom and starts getting ready for bed.

David's in bed, half asleep, when his magic mirror beeps. He opens his mirror to find a message from Tink.

"Something wrong?" Snow yawns and props her head on her hand.

"Tink says 'TELL YOUR WIFE THAT SHE IS THE MOST TREASONOUS TRAITOR IN TRAITOR TOWN AND I LOVE HER', in all caps," he replies.

"It must have gone well then," Snow sounds kind of unsure.

"That would be my guess too," David replies, chuckling.

"What's so funny?" Snow asks.

"Oh, I was just thinking that if you weren't my wife, you'd probably wake up in the forest on top of a tree, wearing shoes one size too small. Or in a leaky boat in the middle of the lake, without ores and nothing but a thimble to take out the water..."

"She wouldn't," Snow exclaims.

"Oh, she so would. But you are my wife, so hopefully you are safe" David smirks and he pulls her closer to him, wrapping his arm around her waist just in case.

"Lucky me," Snow smiles dreamily, her eyes already closing.


Thank you for reading, thank you for reviewing! I appreciate you guys!

Jennifer Baratta chapter 33 Awesome chapter

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Alexa chapter 33 Awesome! This fills in a lot of the missing parts of their story!

Thanks Alexa!

Bella1296 chapter 33 Incredible chapter!

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Bwayrox chapter 33 . This one had my emotions jumping back and forth like a ping pong ball. Happy-sad-happy-sad...and then finally, yay, their getting married! So, will they end up in the Nautilus? That could be a great adventure.

Thank you! Getting on the Nautilus would be an amazing adventure but they never did. David got injured and that ruined their plan (ch 26 )

Guest chapter 33 Oh wow I loved getting this backstory of how Snowing got together. I loved how both of them were like okay I need to go back to my life but also I can't stop thinking about this person I just met. And the fact that Snow was looking him up on the news pages just to catch a glimpse of him was so cute. I also liked how they communicated for awhile and that they built up a penpal type of friendship by sending messages back and forth. I also loved the that we got to see more of Ella and Snows friendship and how close they were before everything happened and horrible things got in the way. Also seeing how jealous Snow was of Catherine, because to her David is the most amazing perfect person ever and that he is engaged to someone who doesn't appreciate him the way he deserves was so wholesome. I also especially love the longing from the both of them like they want to be with the other so badly but they can't. It also really tugged on my heartstrings when Ella told Snow about "James" death and even if she knew that he was fine it still broke her heart. And the fact that caused Snow to be late for her meet up with James was also very emotional, the fact that he didn't know if she was coming or not and had no way of finding out. Snows heartbreak that she just missed him and then their reunion was so beautiful. Also special mention to David explaining his past and his proposal.. but it all felt very bittersweet considering we know how it'll end and what they have in front of them. Great job on this chapter! I think this might be my favourite so far or at least one of them.

Thank you so much. I really enjoyed writing this one.