Greetings one and all! I bet you know what this is... that's right, this is where I list the winner of our last voting in "Never, Ever, After"! As you can see, it was a really close race, Number Eight won by only one vote! I was honestly starting to wonder what would happen if we ended up with a tie... Hum... maybe I would have ended up trying to write two stories at the same time, or maybe I would have tried to mix them both together to see what would have happened.

Anyway, I got a total of one-hundred reviews on my last fic and I'm really hoping that I do better than I ever have before with this one, which I have named: "It Just Figures" I hope that you can survive the pun... ; Anyway, on with the story!

With love and peace,

Prinder

In first place: #8 with 22 votes.

Second place: #7 with 21 votes.

Third place: #2 with 17 votes.

Fourth place: #4, #12, #13 with 11 votes.

Fifth place: #1 with 10 votes.

Sixth Place: #6, with 9 votes.

Seventh Place: #10, #9 with 7 votes.

Eighth Place: #14 with 6 votes.

Ninth Place: #15 with 5 votes.

Tenth Place: #3 with 4 votes.

Eleventh Place: #5, #11 with 3 votes.

Warnings: Extremely angry doll inside. Has strange tendency to blow things up. Use caution. An AU in the making.

Rating: PG.

Summery: Milliardo hated action figures, so why he got the twelve-inch-tall Zero-One Gundam Pilot: Heero Yuy, "G.I. Joe-like" action-figure for his tenth birthday, he never knew...

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"

It Just Figures

By: Prinder

Chapter one: Milliardo's birthday.

Jake's Roller Rink, Milliardo's favorite place to come and play with his friends was were his mom and dad had decided to spare no expense on his party this year. Ten years old, he could hardly believe it! Soon he would be old enough to travel with dad and wouldn't have to stay at home with his mom and his little sister, Relena, who was only six. Though she was always sweet to everyone, she was still four years younger than him and she liked to get in the way of things.

"Milli! Hurry up! They're going to cut the cake without you!" Treize, who was only two months older than he and Lucrezia, and made sure that they knew it, said as he pulled on Milliardo's crisp white dress shirt, "Come along now, we don't want to be late, do we?"

"Okay, okay, I'm hurrying!" He said as he allowed himself to be pulled off the rink by Treize and to the table where he found his seat with his name written in calligraphy. Inwardly, he groaned when Treize was hustled further up the line as he was of "higher stature than the son of the Baron". Personally, Milliardo would have preferred a simple party where it was just he and his two best friends... not all of the royals and their kids along with them. Silently, Milli wished that his had sister there to distract everyone from him, as she usually does, with some new thing that she was sure to discover.

Milliardo smiled, sure as anything, Relena would be running around with half of the royals chasing her as she would "ooohh" and "ahhh" at the pretty colored, flashing lights, and marvel at a large sphere that was covered in mirrors above the roller rink. Some of the adults didn't even know what it was, even though it was really old, he had, however, overheard one of the countesses stating that it was known as a "disco ball" back in the pre-colony days. She also went on to say that she had read about it in a book. Milli rolled his eyes at the thought of her knowing what it looked like, as the book that she said it was in had no pictures in it; he had remembered seeing that book before in his father's study.

"Milli! Make a wish!" Lucrezia giggled as she snapped him back onto reality.

"I KNOW! I'm just taking my time, that's all!" Milliardo snapped, making up a quick lie as to why the candles were already half melted before he blew them out. All of the other children cheered while the adults clapped. Milli fought to hide the slight tinge of pink that welled up on his cheeks. It wasn't that he was shy, it was more to the fact that he preferred to be left alone to do his own thing rather than have everyone watching his every move. Again he wished that his sister wasn't sick so that she could distract everyone. She always seemed to know just when he felt the most uncomfortable and how to take the heat off his back.

With cake all finished, all of the guests produced, seemingly out of thin air for some, gifts. Milliardo grinned, there were at least some perks to having a large party with lots of rich people. Silently he counted up sixteen in total and pulled a notepad and pencil out from the inside pocket of his vest. Inwardly, he cringed as he heard all of the remarks about thoughtful it was of him think of writing a list of who gave him what. Milliardo rolled his eyes, he just wanted to make sure that he knew the names of the kids who got him stuff that they would know that he wouldn't like (as an example, Milliardo recalled when Edward, son of Count Ivan, purposely got him an orange sweater, black jeans two sizes too small, brown knee-high socks with matching ribbon to tie his unusually long platinum hair back) so he could beat them up later.

"Here, Millardo," Lucrezia giggled as she shyly pushed a box that was carefully wrapped in light blue paper into his hands, "Open mine first."

"Uh... thanks Lucrezia..." Milliardo replied as he secured the package in his hands, still slightly baffled by her strange behavior as of late, she was getting way to giggly for his own good. Lucrezia used to be so level-headed about things, but lately it seemed like all she could do when he was in the room was giggle and blush when she talked. He made a note to try to figure out what was wrong with her later as he ran one of his fingers under one of the folds of paper to loosen the tape without tearing the decorative covering. He fought the urge to groan when all of the adults made strange "cutie" noises about how gently he treated the gift. Grownups are so easily amused. "Um... wow, thanks again Lucrezia... I really like it, I do..." He said in awe as he removed the delicate-looking glass sculpture, an eagle with piercing storm-gray eyes, "But, how did you know that I liked Eagles so much?"

"I just remembered the time we were out on that hiking trip two months and sixteen days ago, when we saw one and you wouldn't stop talking about how it flew right over our heads until we got back to camp," She replied with a shrug, as if it wasn't that big of a deal for her to remember something so ordinary.

"I do believe that it is my turn to present you with a gift," Treize said as he handed Milli a large box that contained a brand new fencing set, complete with mask and sword.

"Oh... wow, thanks Treize, this is great, but how am I going to beat it when YOUR birthday comes around?"

"I'm sure that you will manage," Treize replied loudly before leaning over and whispering in his ear, "But, now that you mention it, I've had my eye on this new game that's due to come out in two weeks and..."

"Yeah, yeah, I get what you're saying," Milliardo said with grin, how typical of Treize, he was always plotting something.

"Glad to hear it."

And so continued the line of presents... new court robes from the Duke and Duchess of Winchester. A snow globe with the Peacecraft castle, to scale no less-- from Earl Thomas Mathews of Dublin. Not to mention a host of other wonderful things. But, just when he was starting to think that no one was going to end up with a broken nose later, Edward strikes again, this time with a twelve-inch-tall "Action figure" (Milliardo grumbled later on that was just a longer way of saying: "doll") from the new hit Television show called: "Gundam Wing".

In the Year AC 195, Television in the form of entertainment was banned because it allowed people a way to argue openly about the high social standards made by the Anarchy that was the aristocratic elite. However, Milliardo and several other kids that he knew of, had a contact with an group of inspiring young adults that had come up with a device that, when hooked up to a portable TV, picked up on a hidden band-length (provided one had an access code) that played the taboo shows. Fan-toys, such as the action figure, were rare, and were highly prized, but where, however, subject to much questioning by adults when first seen. Milli knew that the best way to avoid being asked endlessly, was to never start acknowledging that you knew anything about it in the first place. The standard answers were: "It's just a toy." or "Never heard of it before."

In the show in question, Heero Yuy was a lone rebel teen, out to destroy an aristocratic underground organization, called Romefeller. While Milli adored the show and never missed an episode, he had this thing against a guy having a doll, Gundam Wing or no Gundam Wing, there was just no way he was going to be caught, dead or alive, playing with a doll. Edward was really going to get it this time!

Unfortunately, that would have to wait until there were no witnesses (I.E. prying adults that would end up getting in the way and/or getting him in trouble with his pacifistic parents). So, Milliardo decided to bide his time as he rode home with his family, plotting all the way about how painful an end he could arrange for soon-to-be-Count Edward.

Once they had arrived, Milliardo quickly dumped all of his things into his room, all that is, except the doll, and made a bee-line for Relena's room. If he couldn't give it back without looking spoiled and bratty, he would do the next best thing...

Pawn it off onto his little sister.

As he got closer, he suddenly found himself automatically going onto his tiptoes, not to avoid waking her up, but to avoid being spotted by the nurse-maid that was tending to her until she got better. Said nurse-maid had a thing about pinching his cheeks until they were sore and talking in a "baby" voice to those younger than she was. Milli almost snorted, that woman was so old that EVERYONE was younger than her. Once he got to Relena's door, he quickly opened it halfway before sliding in and closing it behind him.

"...Milli...?" Relena whispered from her place under piles and piles of thick sheets in her bed. Apparently, the woman thought that baking the chicken-pox out of his sister was a good idea.

"Hush, keep it down... We're home."

"I can see that, Milli..."

"Quiet...!" Milli shook his head in bemusement, she was still alert as ever, despite the state of health she was in, "How are you feeling?"

"Like I dun wanna be in this bed anymore. When am I going to get well?"

"Soon, Relena, soon, I promise. Look, I've got something for you!" Milli said as he crossed the room and crouched down next to her bed.

"What is it Milliardo?" She asked, clearly curious.

"I felt bad that you couldn't come to my party and I wanted to give you something..." He said and he pulled the doll out from behind his back and placed it into her tiny hands, "Here, you can play with this while I'm away at school, so you won't get lonely when I'm not here."

"Really?" She sighed, "Your brand new toy, Milliardo? Oh thank you!" she cried as she launched herself out from underneath her blankets and gave him a bear-hug around his neck, the only place she could get her arms all the way around on him, besides his legs and arms, which she would only use for other reasons... none of which were by any means gentle.

"Keep it down, Relena! You don't want to wake up Ms. Michelle, do you?"

"Oh, I'll quiet, honest Milli, I will."

"Good. Now, can you let go of me? I need to get to bed before Pagan realizes that I'm not there." Milliardo rasped out, his voice practically caked with amusement.

"Okay," Relena replied as she allowed her grip to loosen as he pulled the sheets back over her, "Good night, Milliardo."

Milli smiled, "Good night, little sister," he said as he planted a small kiss on the top of her head before tiptoeing to the door and out of her room.

Relena looked at the doll that he had given her once he had left the room, it was dressed in a green tank top with tight fitting black shorts and yellow sneakers, in his hands he held a simple pistol and he came with an extra pair of pants, which were a pair of blue jeans, and two other outfits, a simple gray turtle neck sweater and black slacks, and a fancier suit-like outfit which, Relena supposed, he would have worn if he had an important event to go to. The face of the doll was rather handsome, in her opinion, with rich, thick, spikes of brown hair that shaded his deep, and vary realistic, blue eyes and a rather grim expression on his lips. Relena almost giggled, he looked like he just bit into a lemon. She turned her attention to the writing on the package which, after much sounding-out, she read softly, "Heero Yuy, pilot zero-one," she looked back at the doll, "I'm pleased to meet you, Heero." She smiled, she almost could have sworn that the doll's lips had twitched up slightly, almost in an attempt to smile back in reply. "I think that we'll be great friends," she said before she placed him on her nightstand, still in his box because she wasn't sure how to get it open yet, and went to sleep.

Meanwhile, as she slept on...

Heero finally, after almost an hour, allowed his eyes to blink, which was a risky thing to do when other people could have been watching, but, at this point, with the girl less likely to be believed if her "doll" moved on its own accord, he was willing to risk it. Carefully, he bent his arms, being mindful not to brush the plastic window in front of him, and allowed his muscles to relax. How long had he been like this? Even he couldn't remember when he and his friends had been tricked by their own trainers, this really wasn't making much sense, he couldn't understand why they did this to them. Heero ran his fingers through the chunky, thick, locks of his hair. How on earth was he going to get out of this one?

'Well,' He thought, 'there will come a time for that, but, when that time comes, I'm going to make them pay for this,' he narrowed his eyes as he pretended to aim his gun, 'one way, or another.'

It was strange, to say the least, how of this came to be. However, this was by no means the end, and, if Heero had anything to say about it, this was merely the beginning.

While Heero entertained thoughts of murder to the Real Romefeller Foundation, his back-stage comrades that had managed to escape his plight, were holding a secret meeting to figure out their next move...

"I never knew that Romefeller could sink so low! It's just too unreal that they managed to not only catch onto what we were doing, but take down Heero!" Duo, a jovial, yet morbid young man, with long, braided, Chestnut-brown hair and Cobalt Blue eyes, said with a sigh and a shake of his head from his slouched position in his chair in front of a large oval table where the remaining members of his friends sat.

A tall, though usually quiet and inverted in his thoughts, fellow replied, his long Auburn bangs brushed to perfection over on side of his face, hiding one out of two sagely Emerald Green eyes, "We got too reckless in our actions. They were bound to catch up to us eventually, Duo."

"Come on, Trowa. You know better than anyone that we never let our guard down for an instant!" Duo barked back at the taller man, now known as Trowa, his eyes alight with fire-like disgust.

"We can't go rushing into anything. Especially not now," added a platinum blonde with bright Aqua Blue eyes, his whole posture seeping with, high society, pomp and circumstance.

"Yeah, I know. But still, isn't there any--"

The last, but not least, of the small band of men, cut in, "It would be too foolish, even for you, Maxwell, to go charging in blindly when we don't even know what they have done with him, where he is, or even if they've kept him alive or not." He was clearly from some Asian decent and, if asked, he would say it was Chinese, though his almond shaped eyes of Blackish-brown would give that away easily enough not to mention his light-weight robes and shoes. With his slick jet-black hair pulled into it's tight stub of a ponytail behind his head, he looked more like a kung-fu master than the scholar that he was.

"I am still unclear as to what exactly happened. Wufei, can you tell me what you saw?" Trowa asked the Chinaman. His head bowed, eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest as if in deep thought.

Wufei, the Chinese man, nodded his head once in acknowledgement as he began retelling the events that had happened only a few days before, "While you were on your run to secure our route to the next point of operations, I was with Heero and Quatre going over the next set of stunts to be done for the episode broadcast next week. Suddenly, while I was going over the steps with Heero, Duo charged into the room saying that the alarms went off and that we had a brake-in on our hands.

Quatre told Duo to run ahead and set up the shuttle so that we could make a getaway while we still could while he went to find you. Heero and I said that we would hold off the troops as long as we could.

By the time that you had reached us, I had already suffered from a bullet wound to the side and Heero I knew was damaged more than be let on but he insisted that we all run for it and that he would be along shortly after.

When we got to the shuttle, Duo said that Heero managed to send a communication order for him to launch the shuttle and get out of there as soon as the rest of us were on board."

"So, the question is, what do we do now?" Quatre asked once Wufei had finished, killing the silence that seemed to be choking the Willpower out of his friends. As they all sat in quiet contemplation, Quatre looked around the room at each of these young men.

Duo, wild with a "devil may care" attitude and, even though he smiles and jokes around, he still holds a shadow of depression in his eyes that lets everyone know that he is a force to be reckoned with. With a knack for the stealthy and for getting into places where one ought not get into, he makes a great reconnaissance man.

Trowa, the tallest among them, the orphaned son of a soldier and circus performer. A strict upbringing, sometimes bordering on abusive where the father was concerned, gave him a tactical and militaristic mindset unrivaled by anyone alive today, not to mention his skills as a master for undercover work, where it helps to look and behave older than one actually is.

Wufei, by far the shortest among them in stature (albeit, only by an inch or so) but strong and unwavering in his beliefs and expectations for the world. Once a renowned scholar and martial artist, he uses his skills to do research and organize stunts.

Than there was himself, Quatre, the heir to a wealthy Colony-based business tycoon. With his fathers high reputation and social standing, he plays an intricate role as the eyes and ears to what is going on inside of Romefeller as well as being able to bring in resources which would have been otherwise impossible for them to get without looking suspicious. Top that off with being the lead strategist for their group, and he more than made up for his unwillingness to physically fight anyone.

But without Heero, the mastermind behind it all, as well as the skills to keep their broadcast lines spy-free and hacker-proofed, not to mention his almost super human strength and speed and dare-devil tactics. They were thoroughly stopped dead in their tracks until they could find him, least they all be caught and the fall out from them being captured would be many of the loved ones that they fought to protect in the first place would be hurt, or worse, silence. Permanently.

'Heero... where are you...?'

The next morning, Milliardo, after stopping to help Relena get Heero (who was ecstatic with the thought of being able to move his legs again) out of the cardboard and plastic box and removing all of the twist-ties, was driven to school in his own, personal, red limo.

"Good Bye, Milliardo! I'll see you when you get home!" Relena called as she ran after the automobile. Heero held firmly around his torso by her small hands as she went, silently, Heero thanked his training because he was sure that he would have passed out otherwise from the lack of oxygen and the rough jarring of his muscles and bones.

"Come along now, little princess, back to bed for you," Her mother said gently when she caught up with her daughter, "You are still sick, you have to remember that."

"Aw, but Mommy...!"

"No buts, now back inside, young lady."

"Aww, okay..." She whimpered as she sulked her way up the steps of the mansion before stopping, remembering Heero in her hands, and looking into his deep life-like eyes and said, "...It's one thing you'll learn about here," she paused to look around, "I get told what to do a lot. I sure do miss Milli, he would let me have fun. Let's play with my doll house, okay Heero? I promise I won't make you play a girl or anything." And with that, she trotted up the stairs on a pair of chubby legs and back into her room.

True to her word, she never made him do anything embarrassing, with the notable exception of maybe making out with her Barbie dolls when she was 12 and just getting into romance stories. Thankfully for Heero, that phase ended rather quickly for her and she focused her attentions on making a more "manly-looking" doll house for him to live in. Heero could not help but smile at how she grew and changed from year to year, how she matured and became a young woman but still kept to herself and her room, and him.

One night, almost eight years since he had first come to Relena's home. His house that she built for him with walls all the way around for privacy (one of them could be removed by opening the latches on either side of the back) and large enough for him to move about it with ease. He sat in his kitchen of silver and dark gray, thinking and writing on a small scrap of paper that she had cut and set out for him to make a "grocery list" for the morning.

In some ways, he suspected that she knew he was alive, as she never gave any of her other toys the same care and attention as she did him, but he was never able to prove it. "Hum..." He murmured as he got out of his metal and fake leather chair and walked over to his window, stopping long enough to raise the blinds and to absently awe at how much detail she put into the doll house, and looked out at her sleeping in her bed, the same bed she was in when he had first seen her, when he was given by Milliardo to his little sister.

"...Do you know...Relena, do you know?" He whispered into the darkness as he watched the slow movements of her chest raising and falling with each breath.

Suddenly, the door to her room flung open and Heero quickly took five steps (what he deemed an adequate amount) away from the window so that he would not be seen as he listened to an adult Milliardo, with long silver-blonde hair and icy eyes, dressed in commoners street clothes and a bag slung over his shoulder, shake his sister awake.

"Relena, Relena, Damn it... Relena get up!" He spoke in a hushed and urgent tone as she opened her eyes and tried to make sense of the interruption of her dreams.

"W-what...?" She muttered groggily before fully waking up and snapping her arms onto her brother's shoulders, finally grasping the importance of her alertness, "Milli, what's wrong? Where is Mom and Dad, is everyone alright?"

"I... No, Relena, they aren't alright, but we have to get out of here, and now."

"I- I don't understand. What is going on?" She questioned as she climbed out of her bed and tossed on her robe.

"What I don't understand is how you could have slept through that explosion!"

'...Explosion...? I didn't hear anything.' Heero thought as he moved into his living room, the place where Relena had left him at the end of the day before she went to bed. If she remembered him, he would have to be where she left him or she would suspect.

"Explosion, Milliardo? What happened?"

"There is no time to explain, we need to get out of here before they find us." Milliardo replied as he moved to her bookshelf and opened the passage behind it as they were instructed to do if something were to happen when they were kids.

"Before who finds us? Milliardo, you are not making any sense!"

"Keep your voice down. They might hear you... I don't know who they are, but they are in all black and they bombed the parlor where Mother and Father were having their evening tea... I think that was the last one that they will ever have. The parlor was blown almost completely off of the house. Now let's go." He replied as he adjusted the bag over his shoulder, Heero figured it was full of supplies as Milliardo wasn't the type to take things that were useless, and waited by the passage way opening.

"...R-right...Let me just get my things together." Relena stammered as she grabbed her backpack and put some simple clothes into it and, of course, Heero, before running into her bathroom and getting dressed and grabbing her "diddy bag", which was filled with the necessities that every young woman wouldn't live without, and her money stash, "just in case," she told herself as she waved it in her brother's face as they went into the passage and Milliardo closed the door behind them. "Yuck, so many cobwebs, I hate spiders," Relena remarked as she knocked the sticky gray-white strands out of her way.

"You'll get over it," Milliardo snapped, "Hurry up." He picked up his pace and they soon were moving in a brisk walk, trying to remain silent incase they could be heard through the stone walls.

"Where will we go, Milliardo?" Relena asked in a hushed voice, barely even a whisper by some standards. Heero, who was unusually apt at hearing even some of the slightest of sounds known to man, was finding himself straining to hear her.

"Treize, he will hide us for tonight, I think." Millirdo replied as he opened the hidden door at the other end of the passage, leading outside, and glancing around to see if anyone was close enough to be a threat. The yard was deserted and silent... 'Too quiet,' Milliardo thought with a sinking feeling in his stomach, 'What if I can't get her out of here? At least one of us has to survive long enough to make them pay...I would hate to see her ruined because of this. She's just too sweet to be stained by revenge. I have to get us both out of here, I HAVE TO!'

"Milli! Will you hurry up?" Relena scolded, halfway across the yawn and perfectly safe.

Milliardo growled childishly at the nickname and soon caught up with her saying, "Don't ever do that again, I was looking for those guys in black. What if they were watching for us?"

Relena rolled her eyes as they walked through the brush that hid an opening through the stone walls at the edge of the property, "Our home is a large place, Milliardo, I don't think they could have gone through all of it yet. Chances are that they don't even know that we aren't there anymore," she with a sour tone in her voice. The kind she always gave when people started ordering her around, Heero recalled with wry amusement.

They seemed to walk on forever into the night, stopping only once to phone the police about the attack (they refused to give their names, only saying that they knew and respected the Peacecrafts) and quickly moving on to Treize's home where Treize himself ushered them in through the back door.

"This smells suspiciously like Romefeller," Treize commented once they had told him everything they knew about what happened.

Relena, sitting on her knees and fiddling with Heero and his tank top (she was trying to get him changed into something warmer and Heero, for the millionth time since he met her, thanked the fact that people who had done this to him were so kind as to give him tight-fitting boxer-briefs to save him some dignity) stopped what she was doing and looked up at them curiously, "Romefeller? The organization of the Royals and Aristocrats? Why would they do something like this?"

"Why wouldn't they? Don't you remember the series that doll you are holding came from? It spoke about the evils of Romefeller all of those years ago, why else do you think that it was suddenly knocked off the airwaves?" Treize questioned, "Your family represented everything that wasn't what they were trying to achieve. Just be grateful that you are alive."

"But more to the point. What do we do now?" Milliardo spoke, voicing a question that was on all of their minds. The room went deathly still; not even Relena, who was always one to fidget, seemed willing to budge. Heero could only watch as Treize stood up and walked over to the large bay window in his room, pushing back the rich red curtains to peer out into the night.

"I suppose that Milliardo and I could infiltrate Romefeller and destroy it from the core on out," He said, pausing halfway through his speech as if working out the plan in his head on the spot, "However, that would not be easy and would take many years to accomplish. So it might not be our best bet."

"And what will I be doing while you two are off playing war-heroes?" Relena demanded, her hand fisting tightly around Heero, giving away her upset, though time and practice had made it so that only he could tell.

"There is a friend of the family. A man who worked for Mother and Father as an ambassador. The Dorlains will keep you safe until--"

"No Milliardo! No, I won't do it," Relena cut in, launching to her feet, fists clenched at either side, "I won't stand back and let you go off to a place where you might be killed!"

Milliardo sighed as he calmly stood up and filled one of the tea cups that had been sent in by one of Treize's maids with the calming liquid. He knew this argument was coming, "Relena, I'm the oldest and I know what's best," he said, his back turned to her.

"No you don't! You're just as lost and confused as I am. Besides that, you're the heir, not me, if anyone should get their hands stained in blood it should be--!"

"Relena, listen to your older brother," Treize interrupted the irate young woman's rage, "He alone, out of the two of you, stands the greatest chance at getting in without drawing attention to himself. Plus there is the fact that he knows how to fight and pilot the mobile suits that they use these days, whereas you clearly do not."

Milliardo slipped his tea before turning to regard his little sister, gently lowering the frail china back onto the saucer in his other hand as he said, "That settles it. Relena, first thing in the morning, I am taking you to stay with Minister Dorian."

And There you go! Lo and Behold! The First Chapter in God-knows-how-long. Sorry for the delay, life and circumstances beyond my control (such as my note-book with all of my ideas going missing), put this fic on hold until now. Well You know the drill. Read, enjoy, and Review folks! Let me know how I've improved!

Prinder