Never, Ever, After
By: Prinder
Warnings: Slight swearing.
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe.
Summery: Relena really should be more careful about what she wishes for…
Disclaimer: *Grumble, grumble* *sigh* …I do not own Gundam Wing, nor will I ever own it. I am just a poor, pitiful wannabe-author that isn't worth suing, so, if you please, just don't.
"Denotes speech."
'Denotes thought.'
Denotes writing.
"Denotes over a phone or any other form of com-system"
(Denotes my interruptions.)
Chapter 4
When her eyes snapped open at the sound of the alarm clock going off, she wondered when she had fallen back asleep, but, as she glanced around her sparsely furnished bedroom, she felt a dreaded, sinking, feeling within her stomach; Heero wasn't there. 'Was it all just a dream…?' her subconscious asked as she sat up and flipped the covers off of herself and read the blinking numbers on the digital clock: Five-fifteen am. "Why was it set for so early? I don't need to be at work until six…" she pondered aloud.
"Oh good you're up! I thought that I was going to have to force you out of bed again this morning. My, my, you certainly look well rested!" Mrs. Jones said as she opened Relena's bedroom door, a cheery smile spread lightly across the old woman's lips as she handed the youth a, neatly pressed, cream colored pant suit, and a pair of low heeled shoes.
Relena found herself silently thanking the blessed woman for bringing shoes that wouldn't 'kill' her when she tried to walk and headed for the bathroom to change saying, as she went, "Elena, you're right; I am well rested, though, I can't understand why, I can't remember exactly when I went to bed, but, I know it was really late when I finally turned in. By the way, Elena, why the early wakeup call? I don't have to be at work until six."
"Miss Anne Une wanted to see you in her office this morning; she called last night but I didn't have the heart to tell you until now, you were so tired when you went to bed… anyway, she mentioned something about taking you up on your offer a few days ago, whatever that means; she said that you would know what she meant." Mrs. Jones replied.
"She must have been talking about the guard detail; I asked her… actually I must have yelled at her, I was very stressed out that day and when that happens I tend to snap, a lot… I asked her to reassign a bunch of the Preventers that she had sent to protect me." Relena replied as she hopped into her shower to get ready for the day and, as if on cue, the videophone rang. "Elena, can you get that for me? It's probably Josh." Relena asked, pushing the strange nagging feeling in the back of her mind aside, thinking that it was just jitters from the memories from the vivid dream that she had had.
"Alright, hang on, I'm old I can't move vary fast…" Elena told the still ringing phone as she made her way over to it and took a set on the bed, "There… Hello, Peacecraft residence, Elena Jones speaking, may I ask who this is?" Mrs. Jones said as she pressed the 'call' button.
"Mrs. Jones? What are you doing in Relena's room at this hour?" Joshua questioned as his face came on the screen.
"That's really none of your business, Mr. Muller; the more pressing question is what are you doing calling Miss Relena at this hour of the morning?"
"I was only calling to ask if she was feeling better, that's all, and this is the only time that I can talk to her before I have to go to work." Joshua replied, taken slightly aback by the older woman's demeanor towards him; she was usually much more gentle spoken with him then this.
"Rubbish! Your father works in the same building as she does, if you really wanted to talk to her you could easily make an appointment like everyone else." Elena stated, seeing right through his charm.
Joshua sighed on the other end of the line, "Where is Relena?" he asked.
"Getting ready for a meeting." Came Mrs. Jones tart reply.
"Really…I thought that she didn't have to be at work until six…Well, no matter, most likely something important if she's getting ready this early. How is she feeling this morning? Or have you even asked her yet?" Joshua questioned, not fully realizing the slight venomous sound in his words.
"I have asked, she's feeling better; she's slept better last night then she has in weeks." Mrs. Jones replied, not missing the implications behind his words as Relena walked out of the bathroom, towel drying her hair with one hand and securing the last button on the coat of her suit.
"Ah, there you are my lovely, I was almost worried that I wouldn't get the chance to speak with you before you had to leave. How are you feeling, Relena Dearest?" Joshua asked, spotting the blonde woman from over the slightly hunched shoulders of her secretary.
"I'm well, thank you!" Relena said tartly as she pulled her hair up into a low ponytail and began to look through the papers in her briefcase; absentmindedly she noted that her pills were nowhere to be found within it.
"That is wonderful to hear, I take it that the medication did its trick, did it not?"
Relena found she was silently struggling not to tell him that she hadn't taken any of them yet before replying with, "Yes, like a dream."
"Marvelous! I'll be letting you go now; I don't want you to be late for your meeting! I love you, bye!"
"Tootles!" she replied as she waved with the tips of her fingers at him cutely; trying to portray the sweet, naïve, little girlfriend role while her eyes said differently.
"Tootles? Miss Relena, I'm old and even I don't say that!" Elena chuckled once Joshua had hung up.
"I didn't have time to think of anything better, Elena." Relena replied as they walked downstairs and outside to wait for Pagan to bring the limo to the front of the mansion. Relena stood admiring the sunshine and the rich scenery that was the gardens for a moment before turning to look at the elderly woman and ask, "What do you think of him, Elena?"
"Who do you mean? Mr. Joshua?" Elena questioned, turning her head to study her employer.
"Yes, what do you think of him?"
"…Pardon me for saying so madam, but, he seems frightfully odd he does." Elena replied.
"How so?"
"He just doesn't seem to add up right, you know, Miss Relena? He seem fairer but feels fouler, if you get what I mean."
"While everyone else looks foul but feels fair?" Relena laughed, enjoying how Mrs. Jones liked to quote that one line from the book The Lord of the Rings.
"Not everyone, Madam, but most." Mrs. Jones replied as they climbed into the back seat of the limo as he pulled up and were soon headed for the Cinq Kingdom Preventer base where Une was waiting for them.
Upon their arrival, they were escorted into the base, flanked by the five Preventer bodyguards who, up until an hour or so ago, had made themselves scarce whenever Relena went out in an attempt to avoid further hampering the poor diplomat anymore then they already had; with two Preventers on each side, Preventers Stingray, Seal, Dolphin, and Turtle, and one covering the rear, Preventer Eel, they were led into Preventer Earth's part-time office, which she only used when she was at the base as she was usually stationed elsewhere, before being asked to have a seat and Une dismissed the guards.
"How are things Miss Vice-foreign Minister, I trust that everything is going according to your requests?" Une asked as she paced the room, her hands held firmly behind her back before stopping to study the trio; Mrs. Elena Jones and Mr. Pagan Fuller looked well enough for wear, though, Elena was beginning to signs of arthritis in her hands and Pagan's hearing was getting worse every day; it would be hard to brake the news to Relena that her staff was getting to be too old to be working and she would soon have to make them retire; Relena herself was looking better then she did on her last visit to the Lady's office and was wearing less makeup then she had had ever worn in months, a sign that she must have been sleeping better.
"Though I would rather be without them, they aren't as much of a nuisance as they were before, no, in fact I was starting to wonder when they would actually show their faces again." Relena smiled.
"Preventer Stingray tells me that you gave his men quite a shock when you stormed in here that one time, but, he assures me that they have been, and I quote, 'minding their Ps and Qs around you ever since' end quote." Une said wryly, enjoying the slight pink tinge that graced the youngest of the surviving Peacecrafts' cheeks.
"Yes… well, I cannot say that I can blame them; I was rather high-strung that day." Relena mumbled just as there was a knock on the door.
"Enter." Une commended as her secretary, Miss Lynn, peeked her head in.
"Ma'am, a Mr. Jessie is here to see you." Miss Lynn said, her voice sweet and soft sounding to the ears.
"Good. Send him in." Une replied as the door opened all the way for a tall, bonze-tan skinned young man walked in dressed in full Preventers uniform and an unruly mop of mossy-green hair and sharp, falcon-like, green eyes to walk in.
"Jessie McCall reporting for duty ma'am." He said as he gave a salute.
"At ease, McCall I would like you to meet…" Une started to say but to Relena, Preventer Earth's voice seemed vary far away.
'His hair! I saw Heero with that hair in my dream! What's going on here?'
"Miss Relena? Are you alright?" Une questioned, snapping Relena out of her reverie.
"Hum… Yes… what did you say?" Relena asked, glancing up at top-ranking Preventer.
"I said; I'd like you to meet your new bodyguard, Jessie McCall, Preventer Smoke." Une replied slowly, eyeing the politician carefully.
"Oh, that's right, forgive me; it seems that I really out of it for a moment there, pleased to meet you, Mr. McCall." Relena said as she stood up to shake his hand.
"Likewise." he replied.
"Preventer Earth, I would like to ask what you intend to do with all of the other guards already watching over Miss Relena, what do you intend to do with them?" Pagan asked, his voice slightly shaky and gravelly with age.
"They will be reassigned to aid in helping with repair work on Dome three." Une replied before returning her gaze back to the Vice-foreign Minister and Preventer Smoke, also known as Preventer One, and said, "Preventer Smoke is be with you at all times when outside of your house, while you are their you both are free to do as you wish; Preventer Smoke is one of my best soldiers, outside of the Gundam Pilots, and is quite capable of handling any situation that you may, or may not, come across. Preventer Smoke, you are to respect the Vice-foreign Minister's space at all time, regardless of weather you are on duty or not; this is a twenty-four hours, seven days a week, job, you do not hang up your hat at the end of the day; is that understood?"
"Yes Ma'am." Jessie replied.
"Good. You are all dismissed. McCall, you will return with them to the Peacecraft estate; I will send your roommate later with your things." Une said as Jessie nodded in reply, saluted and followed the other three out of the office after Relena had finished with her goodbyes.
"We will have to forego returning to the mansion I'm afraid or I'll end up being late for work; I'm sorry if this doesn't coincide with your plans Mr. McCall." Relena said once they had made it to the limo
"It's fine." Jessie replied as he watched the trees go back outside the window.
"Mr. Jessie, allow me to be frank with you, I do not feel as if I need a bodyguard; regardless of how good you may very well be, I don't need anybody's protection so, after today, I'll just go about my normal routine and you are free to do whatever you want with your time, think of it as a vacation with full pay and all expenses paid." Relena said sternly, drawing his attention away from the window at into her Aqua-blue eyes, "So, do we have a deal?" she asked as she extended her hand for him to shake.
"Absolutely…" He began, her face lighting up with a look of triumph, "…Not." he finished with a smirk as her smug look slowly faded away.
"Miss Relena, we've arrived." Pagan said as he gently pushed the brake peddle, allowing the limo to come to a slow stop so as not to jar his passengers.
"Thank you Pagan." Relena said as she, Mrs. Jones, and Heero piled out of the car before she turned to him and whispered harshly, "Don't think that this conversation is over with, Mr. McCall."
"I wouldn't dream of it." He replied, making her growl angrily under her breath as she stalked her way up the ten steps that led into the building and rode the elevator up to the third floor where her office was located, all while he followed diligently behind her. Heero was really starting to enjoy pressing her buttons like this and, because of his false identity, he could pick on and tease her as much as he wanted without the fear of people assuming it "out of character" for the stoic Wing pilot. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy every minute of this.
"Just what are you grinning about?" Relena questioned as she turned around to face him, surprising him slightly that she knew what he was doing.
"Nothing of importance."
"Oh really, how so? Enlighten me!"
"You…" He replied as he took a step to the left, two steps forward, and a step to the right, effectively going around her and continuing on his way.
"And just where do you think you're going? How is it that you know where my office is?" she demanded as she hurried after him. Though she may have been unable to admit it, Mr. Jessie McCall's personality was strangely refreshing in comparison to all of the starch-shirted politicians that she was used to dealing with.
"Ever heard of a think called a map? There's one wall back there." He replied as jerked his thumb behind him as he continued on.
"Fine. You can be in my office all day if you want. I don't care." Relena said, making Heero freeze in his tracks.
"What?" he asked tonelessly, his back facing her.
"I'll be at a conference all day today, isn't that just grand? I was going to just pick up a file or two that I needed in my office but then I remember that I had packed them in my briefcase before I left the day before!" Relena said, her voice only sounding further and further away. It wasn't until Heero twirled around, however, that he figured out why, she had turned and walked over to the stairs and was now in the process of running back down to the ground level, giggling all the way. Needless to say, Heero didn't waste a beat after that to take off after her.
"Relena! This is crazy, you don't know who you're playing with here." Heero said as he chased her down the first flight of steps.
"I don't like bodyguards and do you know what? It's because, when everything else is said and done, they'll all the same! All you care about in the end is your blasted paycheck and someone to play the universe's babysitter! I'm not going to be forced into that!" She called back from the second flight, once again very thankful that Elena hadn't given her high-heels.
Heero, having grown very tired of the running game, decided to grab the railing and, using his momentum to swing himself over it, jumped down and landed on two stories down, just as Relena was nearing the last step and said, in a deep and menacing tone, "You don't have a choice." and with that, they walked out of the stairwell and back to the limo where Mrs. Jones and Pagan were waiting.
"Do you have everything, Miss Relena?" Elena asked as they climb in.
"I'm all set. To the airport, if you please, Pagan."
"Certainly Miss." Pagan replied as he shifted the limo out of the parked position and headed for the highway.
"Where are we going?" Jessie asked, once again his eyes focused on what was going on outside of the vehicle rather then what was going on within.
"Saint Petersburg, Germany; Miss Relena has been asked to give an update on the status of the mars colonization project." Mrs. Jones answered, her head turned to regard the Preventer youth as he continued to gaze blankly out the window.
"Why there and not just broadcast it from here? It would save time that way." He questioned.
"Unfortunately, ESUN thinks differently, they feel that it would be better if I address the topic while I'm there aiding in settling a dispute between France and Russia over god-knows-what they're arguing about," Relena sighed, as they walked into the airport, "There isn't a day that doesn't go by without somebody griping over something that somebody else has! Not even the colonies are immune to it, it seems, just two months ago I had to settle a mining dispute between L2 and L5 over some asteroid that supposedly both colonies discovered while two scavenger ships were out looking for old Mobile Suit parts! It's all very nauseating sometimes, you'll have to excuse me, I can be very outspoken over the subject."
"Understood." came his reply as they boarded into Relena's private jet and took their seats.
"I'll go and see if I can assist the pilot with anything." Pagan said as he ambled his way into the cockpit.
"And I'm going to touch up on my makeup before we take off. You dears play nice now while I'm away!" Elena said as she slowly removed herself from her seat between the two youths and, chuckling lightly as she walked off, went to the back of the jet where the restrooms were located.
"Sure will!" Relena replied cheerfully before turning to study the Preventer who had taken the isle-side seat and, with a perfect poker face scrolled over her features, she said, "I don't know who you think you are but, as sure as I still breath air, you aren't going to be at that meeting, Mr. McCall. God so help me, if I see so much as a spiky-haired shadow… I'll--" She was cut off by the distinctive ringing sound of the communication system, she reached over to the screen that was imbedded in the seat in front of her and answered the call by saying, in an aggravated tone, "WHAT?"
"Relena! How dare you speak to me in that manner?" Joshua demanded as his face appeared on the screen while Heero found himself unconsciously clenching and unclenching his fists when he heard Joshua's conceded response.
"Oh, sorry Joshua, you caught me at a bad time, I was busy speaking to… hang on a moment…" she said, pausing a moment to Jessie and saying, "Would you mind? This is a private conversation."
To which he replied with, "No, I don't mind at all, please, go on."
"Go. Away. Now!" she said as she tried, in vain, to push him out of his chair before giving up and turning back to the screen, attempting to ignore him. "Sorry Josh, he's not cooperating at the moment," she said as she shot the Preventer a sideways glare.
"Don't worry about it dearest…" Joshua replied while Heero fought the urge to be completely immature and make gagging sounds in the back of his throat as Joshua continued with saying, "As soon as you arrive in Germany I'll be there to beat some manners into that uncouth Neanderthal."
"My hero…" Relena begin, rolling her eyes at the thought; Joshua was, quite literally, a pushover when it came shows of brute strength. Relena was sure that he was going to end up looking something akin to a grease-splotch on the cement if he chose to pick a fight with a full trained Preventer. "No, really, Josh, I can handle it." she replied.
"Well… if you're sure… How have your headaches been?" Joshua asked, making Heero involuntarily sit up straighter as he watched the diplomat and waited for her response.
Suddenly feeling the hair on the back of her neck rise, Relena quickly glanced around the room; half expecting Heero, whom she still didn't realize was actually Jessie, to appear out of thin air before she replied, stuttering a little, "O-oh, uh, yes, th-that…" she paused to clear her throat, "I-I ahem! My head is still throbbing a little, but it's a dull comparison of what it once was." Out of the corner of her eye she caught Jessie slumping back in his seat, looking somewhat miffed at something. 'Just what are you hiding anyway Mr. McCall?' she wondered.
"Really? Take some more of those pills and you should be fine then, okay, Relena Dear?"
"Yeah, okay…" she said as she waved her hand slightly, dismissing the question as if it meant nothing as she watched her bodyguard tighten his jaw slightly, not enough to usually draw attention, but enough for Relena's well trained eyes to catch.
"So, well… aren't you going to at least tell me his name?" Joshua questioned, his face turning red at the fact that she appeared to be ignoring him.
"I'm Preventer Smoke, my name is Jessie McCall." Heero replied as he stood up and moved so that he was behind Relena's seat so that he could tilt the screen up so that he could memorize the face of the man that he was going to strangle when they arrived at their destination.
"McCall hum? You don't look Scottish to me." Josh sneered.
"My father was a mixed Scot and Japanese and my mother was a full blooded Jap." Heero replied; he had already planed ahead for these shorts of questions.
"That so? How interesting. So tell me, Jessie, where are you from and just how did you come to be a Preventer?" Joshua asked, leaning forward slightly on his desk as if to study the deathly quiet boy that was leaning over the Vice-foreign Minister's seat.
"Classified." Heero said, smirking when the man on the screen began to turn red.
Unfortunately, Relena wouldn't let him see what was bound to happen next as she quickly stood up, excused herself for a moment, and, grabbing the nineteen-year-old soldier by the ear lobe and twisting it slightly to indicate the pain she could inflict if he resisted, pulled him up to the cockpit and said, in an icy manner, "You have caused enough problems for me today. You, Mr. McCall, will. Stay. Put. Until I come back. Is that clear, soldier?" She didn't wait for him to respond and, with a curt nod to Pagan, she turned on her heels and left.
"I see that you've gotten on her bad side, Master Jessie; do you want to talk about it." Pagan said as he and the pilot, Mr. Young, chuckled.
"Hn." Heero mumbled and quickly went after the fuming diplomat, finding her speaking, once again, to Mr. Muller.
"Josh, please, try to calm down! You're overreacting!"
"I am not overreacting! That low-class, snotty, rude, piece of gutter--"
"Don't say things like that! I'm sure he didn't mean to offend you! It could vary well be possible that that kind of information is classified."
"I'm the son of the Chief Secretary of State! He has no--"
"It's not just you! He's talked like that to everyone today, including me!"
"How. Dare. You! You're defending him! What is he to you, huh? Your friend? Your other boyfriend? Oh, I know, MAYBE HE'S YOUR LITTLE WHORE, you cheating, self-centered--"
"STOP IT! He's nothing of the sort! How can you just sit there and say those things to me? Don't you know how much it hurts me when you call me things like that?"
'He's abusive, why is she putting up with it?' Heero thought as he slipped easily into the shadows where, much to his surprise, he found Mrs. Jones watching and listening in as well.
"That only proves your guilt! You're hurt because you know they're all TRUE!"
"No! No, they're not! Joshua, stop it! Stop trying to confuse me with lies!"
"I know what you're thinking. How could we have let it go on this long? I never knew Mr. McCall, I never knew he was like this when nobody else was around; I don't think that anybody did besides Himself and Miss Relena, I don't think she would have ever told anyone, she always felt like she's deserved it, in a way. That's what they always think, the ones who get treated like this that is, that they've earned every slap, every word, everything." Elena whispered.
"Why don't you go look in the mirror, you hideous, overweight, COW?"
"Stop it! I don't want to hear anymore! No more!"
"She's stronger then this; she should have walked away from it by now." Heero glared, hiding the pained look in his eyes when he saw her start wiping away her own tears roughly with the back of her balled up hands while the man on the screen continued his verbal assault.
"That's just it, she doesn't want to; she's too afraid of what would happen to the next girl that he would get a hold of, I think, she doesn't want to be responsible for someone else's pain." Elena replied as she schooled her features out of their saddened frown.
"If you're hurting, it's your own fault!"
"…She doesn't want to be responsible…" Heero echoed.
"You're right, it is my fault! It's my own fault for getting involved with YOU!"
"You have a sweet soul, did any every tell you that Mr. Jessie?" Mrs. Jones asked.
"…Someone else's pain…" He whispered as he stared out in daze as he watched Relena hang up on the line.
"If not, it's a real pity too… You're really sweet under that gloomy looking face of yours."
"Elena…?" Relena called from her slumped-over position in her seat.
"I'm right here, Miss Dorlain." Elena said as she, after giving Heero's hand a reassuring squeeze, walked out of the shadows and took her place next to the younger woman.
"Can you please get me something to drink? My throat is parched."
"Right away Madam." and, with that, Mrs. Jones stood up and went to retrieve the requested liquid.
"Heero, you can come out now; no one is here to see you except me." Relena said dully as she turned to focus her attention at the jet's port-whole shaped window.
"How did you know?" He asked as he stepped out into the light.
Relena's eyes widened slightly at the strange feeling of Da ja vu and, slowly, she replied with, "You're the only person in the universe that can make the hairs on my head stand on end."
"Not even Jessie McCall?" Heero asked as he strode over to her and crouching down so that he was at her eye level, surprising her so much so that she whipped her face around and met his green contact-tinted eyes, making her gasp.
"It's you!" she cried, jumping up before forcing her racing heartbeat to slow and schooling her expression to mild, snobbish, annoyance as she replied, "I did not want a guard when I thought you were Mr. McCall and I do not want one now. If you're here because of some order you might as well just pack your things and leave as soon as we land."
"Why do you let him push you around?" Heero asked, disregarding her words.
"That's none of your concern!"
"I'm not going to leave until you tell me." Heero said, taking a seat and folding his arms over his chest; a silent challenge.
"Get comfortable then, because you're in for a long wait."
"I have all the time in the world."
"Attention all passengers; we will be arriving at Saint Petersburg airport momentarily. Please return to your seats and secure your trays and seatbelts, thank you." The pilot's voice said over the communication system and Mrs. Jones walked slowly back to her seat, the glass of water in hand.
"I'm sorry Miss Dorlain, but you'll have to drink it quick I'm afraid."
"No, it's alright Elena, thank you." Relena replied as she was given the glass and took a sip.
"It's alright Miss Relena, don't mention it." Elena replied as she seated herself in between the two once again and fastened her seat belt to prepare for the landing before turning her head to face the Preventer and saying, "Just be your sweet self."
Upon arrival at the airport, they were quickly ushered into the waiting, white and gold, limo and taken to the hotel where they dropped off their bags and, after having another heated argument with Relena, Heero and the others were on their way to the conference.
"Speech?"
"Check."
"Reading glasses?"
"Check."
"Notes?"
"Check."
"Self-destruct devise?"
"That's not funny, Elena!" Relena chided as the two women ran down her the check-list, making sure that they had everything.
"Master Jessie." Pagan began, trying to get the young man's attention, which was once again focused out the window, before saying, "I received a call from Preventer Two while you were checking our rooms for bombs, bugs, people in the shadows--"
"Get on with it." Heero interrupted the old man's, strangely amused sounding, voice.
"Yes, sir. He said to inform you that he and his men were already in place and awaiting our arrival."
"Good." He replied with a nod before returning to gazing blankly out the tinted rear window, watching for cars that could possibly be following them.
"Could to step on it Pagan, you old goat? We have a deadline to keep!" Mrs. Jones laughed as Pagan sped up suddenly, making Heero almost hit the window behind them face first before turning his head and glaring at the two forever-young adults.
Relena could only giggle at the scene for a moment before she was lurched forward by the sudden stop, her seatbelt keeping her in place, while Heero tumbled back, as he wasn't wearing his, and landed with his rear-end in on the floor with his back bent in an odd angle with his chin pressed firmly on his chest, his arms crossed with the fingers of his right hand tapping on his left's upper arm with annoyance.
"We're here, Miss Relena." Pagan announced.
"Thank you Pagan. Oh, and Jessie?" Relena asked as she climbed out of the limo.
"Yeah?" Heero responded as he twisted himself around so he could set himself upright once again.
"Try not to kill yourself before the meeting is over."
________________________________________________________________________ Yipes! I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date! No… that's what the rabbit says… Actually, I just got tied up the past few days and, after the day is through, I won't be able to update until, at least, next week; I'm going to be busy helping my Grandma retile her basement floor. Oh lucky me…. -_-; I'm so glad I love my grandma, otherwise this might end up being one of those Un-fun chores that I hate… kinda like cleaning…
Anyways, I think I have around five-to-seven more chapters of this fic left and so, after these next few chapters, I really want you all to take a look at the list of Fanfic ideas of mine in my FF.net Profile and tell me what you like; on chapter seven I'll be listing them all here at the bottom of the fic so that you can read and vote when you're ready. Remember! EVERY VOTE COUNTS! You guys are the ones who will be deciding which one I write next!
