(A/N) Okay, this really is unexpected; an update 8 days after the last. It's also one of the long chapters... I don't know where this sudden burst in momentum came from.

I hope you enjoy the chapter for what it is.

I've said this a few times and I'll say this again, but updates won't always be this fast. I'm just having a period motivation for this story. Not complaining, though, at least it's making progress somewhat.

No flames please~! If you feel that some improvements could be made, don't be afraid to say so; tell me what I did good or bad, and like I just said, improvements are very much appreciated!

Disclaimer: I do not own these franchises, or their characters. Resident Evil belongs to CAPCOM, Silent Hill and Metal Gear Solid belong to KONAMI and Final Fantasy belongs to SQUARE ENIX.

Chapter 12: Brookhaven Hospital

Sphinx was sat on the sign of Lakeside Amusement Park, waiting for any of his two targets to show themselves. They didn't, instead two men that he didn't recognise showed up to investigate the entrance; a blonde with a green jacket and a brunette with messy hair and a white shirt. They weren't there for long, as they simply checked the gate, found out that it was locked, read the note, and groaned in annoyance as they left.

He had a feeling that his targets weren't going to show, so he was contemplating whether or not to just use his sneaking skills to hunt them himself. Sitting on the sign was beginning to hurt his backside.

That was until his Master had finally contacted him.

"Sphinx and Uno Squad, to aid you in your individual objectives, I have decided to contact you to inform you of your target's location."

'About time,' Sphinx had thought; he could finally start moving.

"Admittedly, this is going to be a tedious affair, as they have split up into three groups, unintentionally, of course. Uno Squad, considering your objective, your best course of action would be to target Harry Mason, if he is still alive that is. He is, to put it simply, surrounded by monsters, so any clues to his location cannot be made apparent on my end. At the very least, you know what to look out for."

Sphinx internally groaned. He wanted to make a start on his objective.

"This next piece of information is specifically for Sphinx."

He perked up at this, listening intently as he was addressed.

"Sphinx, Heather is currently with Henry, carefully navigating the rooftops of the buildings, most likely in an effort to avoid the monsters."

Noted.

"Leon and Zidane are on their way to the hospital with James, judging by the fact that they found the key. They should be the easiest to track down."

And the pair he'd gladly hunt down; the cheater and the backstabber, a duo he'd love to beat to a pulp.

"Thank you for the information, Saviour," Sphinx said, trying to disguise the excitement in his voice. "I will make my way to the hospital now."

"Before you go, Sphinx," she stopped him. "You are not to hurt them fatally, just try to capture them."

And that's when his mood slightly deflated.

"As you wish," he replied with a sigh. "Just the girl, the agent, and the monkey boy, correct?"

"Yes, but the former and latter are your priority."

"Of course, Sphinx out."

With that said he disconnected, jumping down from the amusement park sign. Before his spirits fell completely he thought back to what she had said. She had said not to hurt them fatally; he could do whatever as long as he made sure that it wasn't enough to kill them.

He thought back to how angry he had felt when the monkey boy snatched the keys while he was distracted, and how that agent with the stupid haircut tried to stab him in the back. The girl, Heather, will be fine if she came quietly, but the other two...

...he was excited to see them again...

Two heads exploded as Leon finished off the humanoid monsters in his way; if the Raccoon City Incident had done him any favours, it was allowing him to practice his accuracy. It was something he thought he'd only use on the police force, but things hadn't quite gone according to plan. The situation was far from an ideal training ground, but he'd fared okay, especially with Claire and Ada helping out.

Snapping out of his own thoughts, the agent turned to witness James shoot the last humanoid in the leg, followed by Zidane stabbing it in the head and kicking it to the ground. With the monsters taken care of, Leon turned to James.

"How close are we to the hospital?" He asked, ignoring Zidane wiping the blood off his dagger using a piece of fabric on the humanoid's body. The act itself wasn't what he was trying to ignore, it was his comically, over-the-top facial expression; a look of disgust, but more exaggerated. Leon tried to focus on the man reading the map, but couldn't help but take side glances, as he heard audible disgust.

"Just a little longer..." James informed the agent with a sigh, folding the map and placing it back in his pocket.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Zidane piped up, standing up and sheathing both daggers. "Come on!"

He began walking ahead, prompting James to chase and call after him. "Zidane, stop walking ahead!"

Leon simply shook his head and followed. Was the kid aware that they were not near the dead body anymore?

In the underground prison, Ashley was still following the blonde man she had recently met; Raiden. A strange name, but at least she could call him something, as opposed to 'Sir,' or 'Random Guy.'

The whole experience felt unreal, which was surprising considering what she had been through before. Previously, she had been abducted while on her way home from university, this time, she had been abducted while at the mall with her friends and...Leon... She knew that the agent had been there with her when she was abducted, she even recalled him getting knocked out. Despite that, after she had found herself in the damp, underground prison, as her rescuers had called it, she still waited for Leon to come save her.

She believed in him...

However, this time it wasn't Leon that had come to save her, but this blonde pretty boy and another guy with a bandana. She would admit that the blonde, Raiden, was easy on the eyes and seemed like a nice enough guy, but based on a few snippets of conversation she had heard from him and his partner, it sounded like he wasn't single.

Of course he wasn't...

The other guy on the other hand, the brunette with the bandana, was something else. When he introduced himself, she had to make sure she had heard him correctly. She had thought Raiden was an odd name until she had met 'Solid Snake.' Was his name a joke? Some sort of euphemism, or something? He had sounded serious, not the type of guy to joke often from her observations, but she could be wrong. Raiden had addressed him as just 'Snake,' so she would do the same.

Speaking of Snake, she wondered if he was having any luck in finding Leon. If what he said was true, Leon being led on some sort of 'wild goose chase,' would that mean he wasn't in the same place as them. Maybe he was having another look just to make -

The girl's thoughts were cut short, when she bumped into something. Raiden had extended his arm slightly to stop Ashley in her tracks, so he could take a peek around the next corner. It didnt take long for him to turn around and grab her arm to hide in the shadows.

She wondered what was going on, however, that thought was quickly tossed aside when she heard footsteps approaching.

"Get in!" Raiden whispered, as he opened a large bin and held the lid open.

Ashley didn't have to be told twice, she'd rather stink and go home than stay there forever. After she jumped in, her rescuer followed and shut the lid behind him, then began to look through the tiny gap for a chance to leave.

The footsteps neared and stopped.

"Kilo, this is Lima," a female voice stated. "Do you read me?"

"Yes, I read you," Kilo replied. "What is it?"

"I have finished searching the parameters on my end, I am only waiting on Oscar and Sierra to get back to me on their progress."

"Alright, well done," he said unenthusiastically before sighing. "At least you have made decent progress..."

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"I have recently heard from Mike about her progress on the search," he began. "Apparently, Romeo and November were knocked unconscious before they even finished the search."

"Really?"

"Yeah. And to top it off, my side of the search did not go according to plan either, as I found both Victor and Tango unconscious..."

"We better find this intruder and the girl fast," Lima said.

"I know, I will meet with you shortly," Kilo stated. "See you at the rendezvous point. Kilo, out."

The woman, Lima, was heard sighing as her footsteps echoed in the distance. With the cost clear, Raiden went to leave, but Ashley pulled him back down.

"Wait," she whispered. "I need to ask you something."

To avoid the risk of getting caught, he crouched back down in the bin and stared at the blonde with perplexion. "What's wrong?"

She sighed and began rubbing her arms. "What if we never find Leon?"

"Don't worry, we -"

"I mean, what if Snake can't find him? What if he isn't here?" As these questions rose from under the surface and out of her mouth, her breath hitched. She paused before she lost her composure completely.

Raiden thought for moment, before answering her questions. "We'll find another way," he replied, which caused Ashley to raise her eyebrows.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"We'll look for him somewhere else," he stated, opening the lid and holding his hand out for her to take. "The area is bigger than you think."

"This damp area?" She took his hand and jumped out of the bin, shivering at the chilly air.

"No, you'll see when we get out of here."

"This is it," James stated, as the trio stared at the building before them.

Brookhaven Hospital. A hospital judging by its name, however, it was smaller than any other hospital the agent had seen back home. It also appeared desolate and unwelcoming, which wasn't an aura people would usually associate with a hospital. Considering where they were, it wasn't all that surprising. The surprising thing was the fact that the building looked less run-down than Leon was expecting, but that still wasn't saying much.

Preparing himself for whatever tedious test that woman had waiting, the agent sighed. "We better make a start on searching this hospital," he said, glancing at the other two members of his group, who were nodding in agreement.

James briefly looked down in thought, before gazing up at the building. "If the hospital is exactly how it was when I was here, we could be here for a while."

"And what was it like when you there before?" Zidane asked, following Leon as they began to near the entrance.

"I couldn't describe it even if I wanted to," he replied, gripping his gun tightly. "I never thought that I would be back here again."

"Don't worry, you're not alone this time," Zidane reassured him, giving him a pat on the shoulder. "You've got me and Leon with you."

"And the others when they catch up," Leon added, turning away from the door with his hand still on the handle.

"I wasn't alone last time..." James said without thinking, prompting confused gazes from the other two blondes.

"Really? I don't think Harry mentioned you having company outside of the monsters you encountered," Leon thought back on his past conversations and did, in fact, not recall Harry mentioning James having someone with him.

"He didn't, did he..." James trailed off and turned away from the group. "I met a few people in that town..."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Zidane blurted out, mentally cursing himself as James shook his head. "I mean, you don't have to if you're not ready," he added quickly. "Nobody's forcing you to open up."

"I know," he replied, advancing towards the entrance. "Let's just search the hospital."

"Yeah, we've stalled enough time," Leon said suddenly, turning to James. "We are here if you want to talk."

The man simply nodded in response.

"We're ready when you are, Leon," the tailed-boy approached the entrance door and nodded at the agent.

"Okay."

Pulling the handle down, he didn't get to open the door before he was interrupted.

"Leon, wait!" A female voice called.

Turning his head to the source of the sound, he saw Heather jump from a roof and onto a large bin with Henry close behind. The pair sprinted towards the trio, pausing in front of them to catch their breaths.

"We finally found you!" Heather panted, as the group frantically looked for a missing someone. James was the first to point it out.

"Heather, where is Harry?" He asked.

Everyone looked at her expectantly for an answer, while taking the occasional glance around the area to see if he spontaneously appeared.

"Umm..." Heather began rubbing her arms, trying to fight back tears. "He's...gone..."

"Gone?! What do you mean gone?!" James yelled, visibly startling the girl and shocking the agent and teen boy. Henry was unfazed, as he approached the man and tried to comfort him.

"I..." she sighed, turning away from the group, quivering uncontrollably. She jumped slightly when Leon approached and placed an arm around her.

"What do you mean, Heather?" He asked calmly. "Gone as in separation, or gone as in..."

"I don't know," she stated shakily. "We were surrounded by monsters and to protect me, he helped me over a fence."

"He told us to find you, Leon," Henry spoke up quietly.

"And you listened to him..." James mumbled, cooling down from his outburst. "If you were surrounded, there's no way..."

Heather turned to him with a glare. "You don't know that!"

"You're right, I don't! But at least -!"

"Shut up!" Zidane shouted, sitting on the entrance steps and running a hand through his hair. "Having a screaming match in front of a hospital isn't going to get us anywhere, only surrounded by monsters," he sighed. "Would Harry want this?"

"No," Leon stated dryly, giving Heather a pat on the shoulder before letting her go. "You guys look around the hospital, I'll see if I can find Harry."

"I will do it," Henry said with determination, walking towards the pavement. "I let him go, I will find him."

"Henry, it's not your fault," Heather reassured him. "You don't have to do this."

"I know, but I was going to do this anyway," he told her, turning the safety off on his gun. "He might not be far, so I can catch him."

"I'll go with you," Leon offered, but Henry shook his head.

"Wish me luck," he turned and began walking. "See you around."

"Are we really going to let him go alone?" Zidane asked, standing from the step.

Heather began to walk. "I can catch up and -"

"We'll respect his decision," Leon said, grabbing Heather's arm before she got further.

"But -!"

"He'll be fine."

"Hopefully..." James mumbled under his breath.

"Give it a rest," Zidane said in exasperation, leaning on a nearby wall. "Sulking isn't going to change anything, so just have faith in them, okay."

The man just sighed and glanced at Heather, who was still glaring daggers at him. His expression softened, as he mouthed "sorry." This prompted her expression to soften, but she looked away instead.

Leon was at a loss; he wasn't expecting the recent turn of events. All he could do was progress and pray for their safety. If they had faced the situations they had claimed to have faced, then they'd be fine. Without a word, he walked towards the entrance and gestured for the others to follow, which they did.

Sphinx silently watched, as Heather was the last to enter, shutting the door behind her. That was quite the spectacle they had made out there, he wouldn't lie and say that he didn't find it amusing.

At least all three of his targets were in one location... he was excited.

The hospital's interior didn't look as neglected as they were expecting. It was filthy in places with some cluttered ends, but it was not visibly falling apart. There was also no light, which prompted Leon, James, and Heather to turn on their flashlights.

It was quiet, too quiet. Leon felt that there was something lurking, they just had to be mindful of that. The others no doubt felt the same, as they were cautiously looking around the entrance.

"Should we split up to cover ground faster?" Heather asked.

"Yeah," Zidane answered, much to Heather's annoyance. "We need to find this key and fast."

"Wasn't talking to you, but whatever..." The girl mumbled inaudibly, prompting Zidane to turn to her with a raised eyebrow.

"We'll split in two, so that we have someone with us at all times," Leon stated.

"Okay," James nodded, looking down at his hands. "Do you mind if I pair up with Heather?"

"Not at all," the agent turned to the girl. "Heather, are you -?"

"It's fine," Heather interrupted hastily, turning away from the group with a sigh.

"Heather and I will take the elevator to the second floor," James told the agent, gesturing to the direction of the elevator, which was just around the corner.

"Right," Leon nodded. "So, that leaves me and Zidane with this floor."

As the pair left for the elevator, Zidane turned to Leon with uncertainty. "Do you think they'll be okay?"

"Yeah," Leon replied, looking ahead. "I'm sure if any threat were to jump at them -"

"No, I didn't mean it like that," Zidane interrupted. "After that argument, wouldn't it be awkward?"

"Probably, but James wanted to be paired with Heather, and she had no objections," the agent told him, walking towards the door in front of him. "They might just want some privacy to talk about it."

"Yeah..." The kid sighed, his tail swaying. "Oh, are we going in there?" He asked, pointing to the door ahead, getting a nod from Leon in response "Right," rubbing the back of his neck, he followed Leon into the room.

The room in question turned out to be the reception, which was cramped and cluttered, the desk especially. There were pencils, unorganised folders, and papers strewn about; it was a miracle that the map hadn't gotten lost in it all. However, it wasn't just the map that had attracted the pair's attention, but a strange, glowing red symbol on the cleanest wall.

The symbol was something that the agent hadn't seen before. It consisted of two outer circles with foreign, unfamiliar symbols lined around the circumference. There was also an eye in the centre of the exterior ring, sending chills down the blonde's spine. In the centre of the main circle, there were three circles accompanied by more symbols.

Leon couldn't make heads or tails of it, but it unsettled him. Taking a quick glance at Zidane, he noticed that he possibly felt the same way, judging by the look of unease on his face.

Trying to shake away the discomfort, Leon pocketed the map and turned to his partner.

"I'm going to take a look in that room," he said, gesturing to the door past the symbol, the coldness on his back returning when he looked at it again. "You see if you can find anything in here."

"Okay, Leon," Zidane replied, grabbing the agent's arm. "Be careful, that thing could be cursed, or something," he warned in a lower whisper, as if he was scared the symbol would hear him.

"Noted," he nodded, hesitantly walking towards his objective. As he walked passed the symbol, one of his radios emitted static, causing the pair to jump slightly. Giving a thumbs up, Leon entered the room.

It wasn't as cramped as the previous room, but it also didn't have much to look at from the surface. Inspecting the mass of paper's on the desk, there was one that made him raise an eyebrow. It was a handwritten document about the Los Illuminados, the cult he had eradicated in Spain. Most of the information was what he already knew, such as when the cult was resurrected, when they fell, the leader and all that nonsense. However, there were things that he had reread and was in mild disbelief.

Apparently, the adherents believed that the parasite held some sort of divine significance, and thus believed that surrendering their body and soul to the Plaugas was the key to true happiness and spiritual cleanliness. It was both odd and sad...

Because if they didn't get out of this mess in time, he and his new friends would be forced into this way of thinking...

Meanwhile in the main reception room, Zidane was searching for anything useful, however, he wasn't having much luck. Sure, there were a lot of medical books, which could be useful someday, but it wouldn't help them escape.

The blonde shook his head as he flicked through, yet another, medical book and placed it carefully on the shelf. Having finished looking on the shelf, he moved on to another and noticed something staring at him right in the face. It was a small, brown bottle with a white lid and gold label with red stripes. Picking it up to have a closer look, he saw that the label had a white oval in the centre with 'Med Plus' written in red inside. Turning to read the back, it simply read: "filled with nutrition, slightly dulls pain, mildly heals injury," in small black text.

With little information as to what was used to make it, he was hesitant to take it. However, it said that it dulls pain and heals...it could be of some use.

Zidane pocketed it just as Leon entered the room.

"Did you find a key or anything, Zidane?" He asked.

"No, but I did -"

"Me neither," the agent interrupted, approaching the blonde and getting the map out. "I think we should check the Doctor's Lounge and then the Visiting Room," he stated, pointing to the corresponding areas on the map. "What do you think?"

"Sound like a plan..." Zidane wanted to ask him what was wrong, since he seemed to be in a rush. However, he could already predict the answer...

They were on a strict time limit, after all...

Leaving the elevator, Heather immediately walked around the corner with her gun in hand, ready to fire in case any threat were to arise. Noticing a set of double-doors, she sprinted towards them and pulled down the handle, while pushing the door.

"It's locked," she sighed to herself, as she turned to James who was reading something stuck to the wall. "What are you reading, James? Is it another note from our 'saviour' giving us stupid hints?" She used air quotes, while placing emphasis on the word 'saviour,' which was one of the most pretentious code names a person can give to themselves, in her opinion.

She had said it once and she will think it to herself: 'Saviour, my ass.'

"It looks like a hint of some kind, yeah," James replied, snapping Heather out of her own musings. "But, it doesn't look like that woman wrote it..." He tore the sheet of paper from the wall and inspected it closely. "It's disturbing if I'm going to be honest."

"Let's hear it," Heather mumbled hesitantly, bracing herself for whatever weird crap James was going to read to her.

The man cleared his throat and began:

"Pure eyes, blue like a glassy bead -
You are always looking at me and I am always looking at you."

He paused and turned to Heather, handing her the paper. "Just read it for yourself, while I take a look at the keypad."

"Okay," she took the memo and began reading from were James left off:

"Ah, you're too meek-
beautiful, unspoiled:
thus I'm so sad, I suffer-
and so happy, it hurts.

I want to hurt you
and destroy myself
What you would think
if you knew how I felt.

Would you simply smile,
not saying a word?
Even curses from your mouth
would be as beautiful as pearls.

I place my left hand on your
face as though we were to kiss.
Then, I suddenly shove my thumb
deep into your eyesocket.
Abruptly, decisively,
like drilling a hole.

And what would it feel like?
Like jelly?
Trembling with ecstasy, I obscenely
mix it around and around: I must
taste the warmth of your blood."

Unnerved, she looked up to see James staring at her, observing her reaction.

"This is sick!" She exclaimed in a whisper, looking at the paper with a grimace.

"It gets worse..." he sighed, gesturing for her to continue.

"How would you scream?
Would you shriek "It hurts!
It hurts!" as cinnabar-red tears
stream from your crushed eye?

You can't know the maddening
hunger I've felt in the midst
of our kisses, so many of them
I've lost count.

As though drinking in your cries,
I bring my hopes to fruition:
biting your tongue, shredding it,
biting at your lips as if tasting
your lipstick.

Oh, what euphoric heights I would
reach, having my desires fulfilled
like a greedy, gluttonous cur.

I longed, too, for your cherry-tinted
cheeks, tasty enough to bewitch my
tongue.
I would surely be healed,
and would cry like a child.

And how is your tender ear?
It brushes against my cheek;
I want it to creep up to my lips so
I can sink my teeth into its flesh.

Your left ear, always hearing words
whispered sweet as pie-
I want it to hear my true feelings.
I never lied, no...
but I did have my secrets.

Ah, but what must you think of me?
Do you hate me? Are you afraid?
As though inviting you to the agony
at the play's end, if you wish, you
could destroy me-I wouldn't care.

As you wish, you may destroy me
-I wouldn't care."

Disturbed, Heather gave the paper back to James, who took it and continued examining the keypad.

"Who would even...?" She started to say, prompting James to look at her apologetically.

"I'm sorry I made you read that," he said, turning back to the keypad. "But, I have a feeling that this note is the clue for the keypad number..."

"What makes you say that?" She asked, folding her arms.

"Take a closer look at the keypad and then the note -"

"I don't want to read that ever again."

"That's fine, but if you think back on it..." He paused, tracing his fingers over the buttons. "The writer was fantasising about tasting the woman's blood on her face, starting with her right eye." He left his finger on the number one. "That would make her left eye number 3 on the keypad," he continued, moving to the number 3.

"So, you're saying that the keypad is supposed to be like a face, or something?"

"Yeah, I'll just have to read this again unfortunately," James stated, holding the note up. "If you want, you can have a look around while I figure this out."

"I'd be happy to," Heather said, as she began to walk away. "Good luck."

The blonde began to look around on the second floor's small lobby, when an open book that wasn't there before caught her eye. Next to it was a doll in a pink dress, which felt out of place. Picking up the book, she began to read:

"You may not yet have realized your own true feelings.
But you sense them unconsciously.

And so you're trying to get closer to me.
That's a virtue, the path to Paradise.

If the door's locked, open it.
Use the password for the prison gates.
Doctor... I've forgotten his name.
Anyway, that quack has it posted.

He should be here, too.
I mean, 4 numbers would've been good enough, but he kept on going.

Isn't it a shame? I'm not there.
Aren't you irritated?
I long for you, but you're so cruel.
Still, I want you, Heather.

Stanley Coleman"

Disgusted for the second time, in probably not even an hour, she dropped the book on the ground and rounded a corner, much to James' confusion. Her mind was racing as she checked the doors; who was this guy? How did he know her name? Why is he obsessed with her? What does he mean by her being cruel?

She gasped when she opened a door with too much force and fell into a room. Standing from the ground, she realised that she had fallen into a locker room; it was far from spacious, but the room was most likely used for storage anyway. Curious to see if there was anything useful, she had a snoop in the lockers and found some nail polish remover and some perfume. The perfume wasn't necessary, but nail polish remover had other uses due to the chemicals inside, so she grabbed it.

Turning to leave, Heather saw something in the corner of her eye. It was a strange symbol that oddly felt familiar, and this unsettled her. She felt frozen in place as pain erupted in her head and red obscured her vision. Intense heat permeated throughout her body, progressively turning into a burning pain. She couldn't scream, or breathe, as the air felt heavy and intense. Opening her eyes, she saw fire everywhere, she went to gasp but it came out as a raspy cough instead. The ache in her head increased as she heard a little girl scream bloody murder. A charred hand came out to touch her, causing her to involuntarily fall backwards.

Upon hitting the ground, the weight in the air lifted and the coldness of the floor felt nice against her skin. The intense ache in her head subsided and was replaced by a dull one, and she had just realised she was panting heavily. Opening her eyes again, she saw the locker room as it was before.

Counting to five, she sat up and unsteadily ran out of the room to James.

"I just unlocked the door, so we can -" James paused when he noticed how distressed Heather looked. "Hey, are you okay? You're looking pale..."

"Fine..." she replied weakly. "Let's go."

"If you say so..."

Chapter 12 is over!

I didn't expect to finish it as quick as this to be honest, especially when I felt like it was a pain to write. I think that shows in some areas here.

And yes, this arc is going to be the Brookhaven area from the third Silent Hill game, combined with other events obviously.

Any Out of Character behaviour? Don't be afraid to let me know if you spot any.

Before I official conclude this author's note, I just want to say some things. Sort of like giving some credits, I think:

- The Silent Hill wiki is where I got a closer look at the Halo of the Sun and the Health Drinks to help me with my description.
- The Resident Evil wiki is where I found the Los Illuminados information.
- The text for the memos (keypad hint and puzzle, and the Stanley Coleman memo), are from Silent Hill 3. If you've played it, you should have recognised them outright anyway. The Silent Hill wiki is where I got the text from.

With me not being able to play the games at the moment, due to consoles not being accessible and stuff, these website helped.

So, see you next time in Chapter 13, whenever that comes out!

Improvements are appreciated, please tell me what I did right, wrong and how I can improve. If you would like, you could also favourite and follow this fic, as well as suggest ideas for future chapters. R&R and thanks for reading!