Yay! Story ends here! Wackyness ensues and I also get to play and advertise my other story coming out really, really, really soon. Especially since I've finished writing it.

Kay: (Enters room and opens mouth to begin speaking)

Jaelen: Kay, we can't speak right now.

Kay: What do you mean?

Jaelen: (Points at sign hanging on door) See? "This room is reserved for shoutouts before the story. No one, that means you Kay, can speak in the reserved space." See? She's got you cornered.

Kay: (Pout)

Me: (Smile) It's all in the timing and commands! I can control my id!!!

^^ Reserved Space ^^ SHOUT OUTS!!!!

(Checks e-mail repeatedly in one day.) No reviews? I've officially scared them off. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, KAY!!!!!!!!

Kay: Oh yeah, I'm good. (Gives a smug grin)

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No one ever achieved worthwhile success who did not, at one time or another, find themselves with at least one foot hanging well over the brink of failure. –Anonymous

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Trowa paled to hear the scream that should have been silent, and so near. Without a second thought, he flung himself into the room he heard the scream coming from to find a body re-knitting itself on a table, and Quatre beside it, completely blacked out. A knife handle stuck out of his back. Trowa was frozen in place, refusing to believe the sight before he slowly walked to Quatre's dying form.

With all the blood loss, he was certain that it was too late. Blinded by grief, Trowa ripped the knife out of Quatre's slack body and slammed the blade into the chest of the undead boy still being remade. There was a pause in the activity before it collapsed. It was once again a corpse.

The man was laughing insanely in a corner and Wufei was dealing with him. The healer was completely lost. Duo was only watching Trowa's grief with a watery wide-eyed look and he could only lower his head.

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Quatre found himself in a room in the sewers. This was not his normal room. And then, he remembered: he had been stabbed. And there, there was Trowa, crying over something.

Quatre looked over Trowa's shoulder and saw his body. I will not die. Quatre glared at the slack form and willed himself to enter again. I will not die! There was a whoosh about his body and he could feel a voice in his heart. Not yet. Not yet is it your time. Go back.

"I WILL NOT DIE!" he bellowed, sitting up, his hands going to his head. There was a soft clunk beside him and he looked over to see Trowa's prone form. He had fainted dead away. Duo looked about ready to faint as well. "What? I will not die."

Duo suddenly started laughing.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK!!! Anyone want a challenge fic? I'm not too sure how to challenge people, so I'll just ask if people want a challenge. Give me a review (ulterior motives as well!!) with your name (not necessarily real name) with a way to reach you, preferably by e-mail. I have an idea that I won't be able to write, believe me, I've tried. So, ask for it. COMMERCIAL BREAK OVER!!!!!! ____________________________________

Cleaning up after the shapeshifters proved to be easier than one would expect. Three were dead: Mamoru, the boy, and the healer. The man, whom all the shapeshifters they could find called Master, was totally insane. He was no problem at all. He even let the spell off in one round of pleading (threatening). Daichi was unconscious most of the time, so he was simply restrained and all was well. Nobu, as he called himself, was quiet and agreed to come easily, apologizing that he had, "hurt the Master Quatre so."

The "Master Quatre" he spoke of had used all his energy in not dying, and ended up sleeping in Trowa's arms most of the time. So, at the time Nobu had stated it, Quatre had been sleeping and Trowa had given him a glare that told all that words could not. If he still had the spell on the time, he surely would have spoken a very colorful language, and not in a good way.

The return home was uneventful until his sisters saw him. For some reason or another, they had waited at the hospital for him.

Quatre had been smiling, walking with help from Trowa, until his sisters ran out the door, glomping him instantly. They did not let up until a doctor that Trowa had run to get, yelled "Oh my, look at that wound!"

At the idea they were hurting him, the girls jumped away and let the doctor examine Quatre's back. When pronounced that he would live, the sisters sighed in relief and Quatre nodded knowingly.

"What hurt you, Quatre?" Iria pleaded, but Quatre only shook his head. He was right now back in his room, letting his sisters try to clean him up after the doctors had done all they could with the wounds.

"I don't know, Iria," Quatre insisted. Iria gave him a look that clearly said she did not believe him, but that she would not bother him, and she left the room, letting the two sisters attempting to wash his hands work.

"Quatre, what is this?" one of the sisters asked. Quatre looked at the silvery blood Mamoru had spilled and swallowed hard.

"I'd rather not say," he said. "Why?"

"It's not coming off."

Quatre lifted one of his hands and stared at it. The blood had dried on his arm, covering it like a glove that would not come off. "Oh well. It will in time. I'll just have to wait."

Trowa entered the room and Quatre launched himself at him, hugging him tightly. Trowa did a double take before the teen used his senses to check the surroundings. Only Duo and two sisters. With an internal sigh, Trowa returned the sign of affection and earned himself an "aah!" from the sisters and a look from Duo which clearly said he saw blackmail material.

Trowa gave Duo a look that promised death and Duo high-tailed it out of the room as fast as he could. Quatre tightened his grip and then pulled away, a wide grin on his face. "It's good to be out of that, huh?"

Trowa let his eyes smile to answer Quatre and Quatre's smile grew. "Sometimes, I think we should switch places again. Like we were before. Just to frighten the others."

Trowa's face cracked a slight grin. Imagine, him talking a mile a minute as Quatre stared moodily out the window. "It might work."

Quatre nodded and embraced his friend once more, and not for the last time.

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Yeah, that's the end. Sad to say and pathetic at that. Well, just for those who care, I'm working on something new, so check it out. I'm posting a teaser on this chapter because I wanted to, and I think it's my best story yet.

Fe Desplazada: Displaced Faith (Misplaced Trust) _________________________________

'Strange,' Wufei thought to himself as he looked at the young man. 'He looks familiar.' He heard a sharp murmur of pain before the subtle scent of power started to radiate off of the man again. Wufei quickly mentally rebuked it, and his efforts caused the boy to awaken with a gasp. One look at those blue eyes with his hair tied back and short, his body clean and white again, and Wufei felt his heart rate speed up. He knew who this was. All of her children carried those eyes. 'Lady Catherine Winner!'

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Ho hum. Sad, pathetic end.

Kay: You better believe it.

Me: Maybe. . .

Jaelen: MY POWERS GROW WEAKER!!!! NOOOOOO!!!

Kay: Muahahahahaha! The good mood ego is lost!!!!

Litane: Kay. . . Snap her out of it.

(Off-stage: Rinoa: HELP!!! WHY AM I FLOATING???)

Kay: I can't. She can, though.

Litane: What do you mean?

Kay: The authoress can snap herself out of it.

Me: SUGAR!! NEED SUGAR!!!! (Laughs)

Kay: See?

Me: So, review if you wish, but I shall still post Fe Desplazada! Just watch me! I shall have it up and I shall enjoy having all (counts really fast) fourteen chapters up. REVIEW PLEASE!!!

~ Kay Kylo (Kay: That name is still mine.)