It's been a while, so I'll just be honest: I was lazy. I've been lazy for the past many years. I'll probably be lazy for the rest of my life. Still, I'll try to met the obligations. So, for the first time in almost forever, I'm updating these stories. I'll start by using the chapters I already have written. When the time comes, I'll write more. Deal? I wrote the first eight chapters or so about three to four years ago, but didn't type them up. Now, typing is almost fun, so type is what I'll do. Please, review! I mean, these stories were written when I was around thirteen. I doubt they're near perfection. I don't own T.P.'s characters (but I do wish I could be locked in a room with Neal without his wife…)

When Gods Attack!

Chapter 3

"Where are we?" said Neal not for the first time that day.

And (for once),

"I… don't know."

Kel did not have an answer.

There they both sat in the center of a large circular room with no windows, nor doors, but infinite light. Neal looked around.

"You know, Kel, for such a large room, it really doesn't contain much. I mean, there is just this lavender loveseat (ew), that old fridge, this cheap-looking stove, and a TV screen (without a remote, might I add)." Neal paused and looked at Kel only to see her openly staring at him with her lips slightly apart. "What?"

"…How do you know those words?"

"How, that's simple," began Neal. "I just…" His voice faded away as he realized an important fact: he did not have a clue.

Suddenly, the TV screen lit up. "You are in the Realm of the Gods!" thundered Mithros. A pale hand was seen daintily slapping him across the face only to be connected to the Goddess as she pushed Mithros out of the way seconds later.

MightyOne: Hey! I bought the camera!

GoddessGirl: I bought the house, so back off.

"What he means is," she began, taking a deep breath, "you'vebeenkidnappedandcarriedofftoanalternatedimensionforyourdismayandourownprivateenjoyment."

"…"

"…"

"…So, basically, no one is going to find us any time soon?" Neal asked.

The Goddess touched her chin, tilting her face just enough for a good picture. "Pretty much."

"Well," grumbled Mithros, "Now that my fellow Goddess has given my plans away, I have only to say that you must do a certain thing before you can escape your miserable plight! THAT ALONE WILL SAVE YOU! MUAH, HA, HA, HA!"

"…Okay."

"cough cough Hmm, well… We're off! Enjoy your time together!" yelled Mithros as he backed away from the screen.

"P.S.," whispered the Goddess, "the answers to your questions are as follows:

We won't hurt you.

Kel, you're not dead.

You take care of yourselves.

No, I'm NOT available, Neal.

We filled your memory with these words.

Kel, when you complete the task, you will go almost directly home.

The closer you get, the more clues given.

I won't always give the clues.

Yes, Neal. I think I'm hot-stuff, too.

I wish you luck on Mithros' Quest!

Bon Voyage!" With all said and done, the screen quietly clicked off.

Neal and Kel sat staring at the screen in a disturbed silence, both stuck in thoughts of all the people they won't see, places they won't go, and things they won't do.

"I may never see Dom again…," whispered Kel to herself as tears clouded her vision, and, just like that, the unbreakable knight had been broken. Then, the oddest thing occurred. Neal got up, walked over to Kel, and rocked her as she cried. "I don't know what's happening to them."

"Neither do I, Kel."

"He could be dying somewhere…"

"Shh… My wife is missing, too."

"We could have had a future."

"You still can."

"Not when he's not here."

"But, he is here." Kel hopped up, almost shocked.

"Well, where is he?"

Neal stood up. "He's right here," he pointed, "in your heart." There they stood for a while, leaning in each other's arms, using the other as a safeguard against the dark thoughts that lay in the shadows of their minds.

Kel shifted. "I guess, Neal… but what happens when I can't find that?"

Neal didn't dare to answer.