"Before All This."

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A/N: Hello people. Sorry for the wait. But the travel between my moms and my dads is with no internet ( I envy people who have the interenet in their CAR) so..ya know. Anyway, the library has Wizard Alone, so even though I can't buy it yet, atleast I can read it. So I'm in a good mood.

WARNING: If you're really sensitive..this is a tear jerker...get a box of tissues folks. and PLEASE don't hate me for the death in this chapter. It killed me to write it. but it was gunna happen!

Another note: I have thought a lot about this and have finally decided. THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL. This I promise. I've been having so much fun with you guys that I couldn't possibly stop this story now. I have the plot planned out, and it's all set to go. I'll start writting it as soon as I post the last chapter for this story. I repeat THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL!!!!!!!!!!!

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"You think you can kick my IRISH hide, now do you..."

"Yes...yes I do."

"Shutup, Kit." A voice scolded playfully, that Ronan placed as Nita's.

"Well, I can!"

"I know you can, Kit." Her voice rose. "And I'm sure Ronan knows it too. Right, Ronan?"

"Oh, yes." He replied sarcastically, and he could practically feel Kit huff.

"I'll have you knommmm."

Ronan laughed, and he heard Dairine snigger somewhere beside him.

"Well," he grinned. "She set him straight."

"Believe me. Neets set Kit straight a long time ago."

He chuckled, pulling her too him, and resting his head against hers.

"Seriously!" She continued. "Way before they were even dating."

"I resent that!" Kit's voice carried out.

"Kit, SHUTUP!"

Silence.

"So," Ronan said, trying to be serious but grinning all the same, "First we need to figure this out."

"Yes. I'm kind of confused. How are we going to talk to Ro, through the Lone Power."

"Why didn't we just go into Ro's mind, instead of talking to him through It?"

"Not possible. Since you're the...gentic base...of Ro, I would have been going straight to your mind. Ro's young for a power, but the Lone Power has been taking on forms so long that he now has one of his own. Ro can't do that."

"How do you know all this?"

"Brains, Ronan, brains."

"Whatever." He snorted, blowing in her ear. She hated that.

She shoved him, ignoring his cackles as he stumbled away, before turning towards the darkness.

"Ro?" She said softly, her hand suddenly buring with light. The light took form into a sixteen year old, and Ronan's mood suddenly took a dive.

Ro sat a few feet away from them, one knee propped up to his chest, his elbow resting on his knee, and his head resting in his hand. He was watching them boredly, one eyebrow raised, almost as if he didn't care anymore.

"You called?" He drawled, standing and bending over to help up his vessel. Ronan blinked at Ro's hand, before slowly, and cautiously taking it. They both glowed in Ro's light, and became one, Ro taking dominance as he looked at Dairine.

"Ronan will be pissed at that."

"Ronan, can bite my ass."

"You mean his."

"Whatever."

"What's up with you," She asked finally. "Can you just be...RO for one second?"

"I am Ro." He said, looking at his nails.

"Bull." And she put out her hand to him. He stared at it, before reaching out and taking it.

***

He knocked quietly, opening the door to her room. She was sitting on her bed, reading a book, and she didn't even look up when he came in.

"Hey, Ro."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, before laying down beside her, closing his eyes and letting out a breath.

"What's wrong?"

He looked at her again. She still hadn't looked up at him.

"Ronan's pissed at me." He finally spoke, after a long silence.

"Why?" She raised her eyes to him.

"We had a fight."

She put her book down and crawled up to him, leaning against his chest.

"I guessed that much. What about?"

"Control."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. He's getting tired of me popping out all the time."

"Understandable."

"I guess. He hasn't spoken to me in a week."

"And you just told me today? You guys have been doing a good job hiding it."

"Yeah..."

"You miss him?"

He sighed, resting his head on the pillow, and stroking her hair absent mindedly.

"Yes..."

"Lemme talk to him."

"Sure..."

His grip loosened, and she knew Ronan was in his place. He blinked, and then grimaced, his hand still stroking her hair.

"So he told you, did he?"

"He misses you."

"When he's ready to give me a little ounce of control over MY body, I'll be willing to speak to him again."

"Ronan..." She warned, touching his arm.

He sighed. "I know. I just don't like sharing you, that's all."

She sighed too, turning around and hugging him.

***

Something beneath Ro's eyes flickered, and his mouth began working. Suddenly, a white screech echoed through the darkness, and they were snapped back to the splitting room. The Lone Power was face to face to a glaring Ro and Kit, was holding a stirring Nita in his arms, and now the real Ro, who was standing protectively in front of Dairine. It no longer looked dark and handsome. Bags were under It's eyes, and veins were popping up everywhere. Twice. It had been fooled twice.

"DORINA!" He screeched, pointing his hands at the four on the ground, wanting to kill...to kill.

"No!" Ro cried, running forward suddenly, and taking the full blast. Dairine cried out, but Ro was beyond reason.

"DORINA COCHRUNATA!" He yelled, putting up his hands towards the Lone Power, who screeched and dissapeared, and Ro was falling...falling.

"No.." Nita sobbed, watching him fall. Kit pulled her to him, watching Ro with a pained expression. Dairine ran forward, crouching down towards his fallen form.

"Ro.." She whispered. He grimaced, weakly opening his eyes, and smiling at her.

"Dairi...Dairi, it's okay..."

"Of course it is.. Why wouldn't it be?"

"I'm..I'm done my job here, Dairi. I have to go."

"No. Powers can't die! They can't!

"Not die. I would never give that to my 'brother.' But I needn't be here, Dairi."

.

"Then...then where will you go?"

"Somewhere...." He coughed, reaching up and pulling her closer. "There's a place, Dairi. A place where everything is preseved the way they want to be seen. A place where everything is as it is held in the heart. You know where that is."

"Timeheart." She whispered.

"Yes. When I said my job was done, I wasn't completely telling the truth. I took form of an irish hero, with the knowledge that I would someday be needed in the future, by a girl who would control my heart. I took form as Peach, because I knew she would be needed to aid you with your Ordeal. But I took form as Ronan, because I knew you needed someone. My existence was for you. And as long as you live, I will. I'll always be there, whenever you need me. In timeheart."

"In Timeheart." She repeated numbly.

"Now you take care of Ronan for me...okay?"

She laughed through her sobs. He kissed her, wiping away her tears. He closed his eyes, and suddenly his presense was gone, a ringing emptiness. But then, Ronan gasped, and clutched himself in pain, and the emptiness was filled.

"Ronan." She whispered, pulling him to him and stroking his hair in comfort.

"It hurts.." He mumbled, twisting uncomfortably.

"I know, sweety. I know."

He sobbed, still clutching herself. And it hit Dairine that she had never seen him cry before. But he was in serious pain, that she could understand. Ro had been hit, and therefor Ronan's body had taken the blast. He clutched her arms so tightly, his knuckles turned white.

"Nita.." She gasped. "Nita!"

Nita and Kit came over, Nita immediately crouched down, assesing Ronan's wounds. Finally she stood, and shook her head.

"I can't heal these," She whispered apologetically to her sister. "They're too dark."

"Then...then what are we supposed to do? We can't take him to a hospital.."

She sobbed again, and turned away. She couldn't watch him in such pain.

"Why don't you try, Dairi?" Kit said, crouching down also and touching her shoulder.

"Healing's not my specialty..if Nita can't.."

"True. But his wounds are dark, Dairi." Nita said, catching on.

"So?"

"Well...in a slightly cliche kind of way, you could say you're his light."

Dairine blinked slightly, then looked at her hand that had previously glowed with light. Suddenly, she understood.

"Ronan?"

He whimpered.

"Take off your shirt." ( A/N:That was for you Wonder Jenny, or any other fangirls out there)

He obeyed without question, maybe because his pain was so intense he didn't care anymore. Dairine gasped softly. Red gashes were all across his chest, bruises and scratches lined his face. She lifted her hand, which was now glowing in light, and she sweeped her fingers over the wounds, the skin and tissue repairing itself. When she was done, Ronan slumped against her.

"Dairi.." He whispered, blinking up at her.

"Shh. You need your rest."

She watched as he closed his eyes, and stroked his back until she felt his breathing even out. Then, she stood and faced the others, grinning back at them.

"Let's go home." She whispered. "I've had enough."

They nodded, and Nita turned to Kit.

"Can you carry Ronan?"

"Ugh..do I HAVE to?"

"Kit!"

"Oh, fine. But you're lucky I'm so strong."

"Oh yeah, Kit. Those muscles are so big!"

"Hey. One more word out of you, and I drop your boyfriend."

"You wouldn't."

"Oh, I would."

"Whatever.."

Tbc...

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Alright folks! This is the last action packed chapter. That's right, next chapter will be the last. I have to leave for my moms, and I can't write there, so I'm going to try and gte everything up today. Please, Review!