Memories
Summary- Bobby's new firm isn't doing too well, so he asks to go back part time at the old Practice.
Disclaimer- Why would D.E.K actually sue me? I'm not copying him or anything (*nervous laughter*)... ah why should I question the briliance of those people who deal with "The Practice?" I may as well just say it- I do not own any of the characters on "The Practice" or any of the item's and other thing's I mention. (Except Matt and Colin- they're all mine baby!)
Thx 2- Linnie, Imzadi, Monkeysw, and Claire, I can't thank you guy's enough, if it wasen't for the reviews it wouldn't be nearly as much fun ;). Imzadi, I hope you continue reading it even though Alan Shore isn't main (he's in this chapter), and your suggestion were really great, thanks. Monkeysw, your first fanfic was great! Linnie, I hope to fix the B&L thing soon :), thanks so much for the awsome review, and thanks to Claire for the really nice review. Hope you guy's still enjoy this, thanks, keep sending please ;)!
the drum role was nice...
Bobby wrecked through his wallet, his breifcase, then a bunch of old photo albums. He pulled out the scrapbook he bought and filled it up slowly, going through every picture. There were pictures of their family- the day Little Bobby was born, then the day of their weading. There were pictures of them at parties, them on countless numbers of vacations. Then there were pictures of the office- the first time Little Bobby was there, then Bobby had taken pictures of the whole place after he left, thinking he would never go back. Ha, some bs that was. It wasen't the money he cared about when he went back to the old firm. It was more like... homesickness. He missed the firm- Rebecca was with him now, he knew that. But there was Eugine, Jimmy, even Lucy at points. But Lucy was gone now, and even Eugine had changed a little. He was still the same Eugine- he always would be- but it was wierd having him Senior Partner. Lindsay, on the other hand was happy. And Bobby was a little jelous. How could she be happy with a blue- collar paying job and being a single mom with no boyfriend? He wasen't sure what he was missing. He was the one who was out and exciting- he had slept with another women after the breakup, he had the new firm. Why was she so much happier than he was? She didn't even see her son on weekends. He continued filling up the album, feeling a lot like a girl, but this was the only time he had been happy in a lonnnng time, besides his son and Lindsay, so he continued. He smimled at all the pictures- Fenway Park on their weading day, Little Bobby in the hospital the first day he was born. Bobby thought the pictures would make him sad, but they actually made him happier. Even though it was 4 AM, he continued until a little more than half of the album was compleated. Then he laid down on the couch, falling asleep. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
"Daddddddddyyyyyyyy..." He heard as Little Bobby poked him in the stomach over and over again. Bobby groaned and rolled over, but Little Bobby got his stool from the bathroom and stood on it, poking Bobby until he got up. He haden't had his son on a week day for a long time, but he always dropped him off at daycare on Monday morning, so he knew what he was doing. Bobby made Little Bobby his cerial as he played with his toy cars. When Bobby gave it to him, he looked confused.
"How comes I not wit Mommy today?" He asked, and Bobby shrugged.
"You fell asleep here, so we decided to let you sleep over. Okay?" Bobby said stressfully, putting papers in his briefcase.
"Otay." He said, eating his cerial. Bobby dressed and quickly grabbed a banana. Then he dressed his son, and they left. He walked in Young, Frutt, and Berlutie around 8:30. Everyone looked at him.
"Well, Mr. Eight-O'clock. Hello." Ellenor said smugly. Bobby nodded without looking her way and signed his time sheet, then sat down at his desk. Eugine walked out of his office.
"Bobby, you need to concentrate a little on the Vatona case. Anyway, Judge Harris had a family emergency, so Hiller's gunna be your judge for Vatona. There's a plus." He said, and Bobby nodded.
"Something wrong?" Eugine asked, but Bobby just shook his head. Eugine looked around and everyone shrugged, so Eugine just went back into his office. Alan walked over to Bobby.
"Something wrong? Because I've been seperated... many, many times. I'm sure I know just what to do." He said, smiling. Bobby looked down and bit his lip.
"Ya know, for a lwayer, I'm really surprised you get your clients to trust you." He said, and Alan nodded.
"Yeah, so am I." He smiled.
"You're very out-spoken." Bobby said rudely, getting up to go over to the bookshelf. Alan followed.
"I know. I'm here to help people. Come on, tell me everything Bobby." He said, opening his arms, still grinning. Bobby turned around.
"I think you've been drinking, at least I've heard you do a good amount of that. I don't even KNOW you!" He said, slaming his hands on the counter. A few people turned their heads. Alan maintained his grin.
"Make new friends, that's my moto. And yes, I have been drinking, thanks for asking. Whoever told you that must know me pretty well." He said, winking. Bobby scratched his neck uncomfortably.
"Look, all I ask is that you stay away from me- I'm not in the mood today. Just don't talk to my wife-"
"You're EX-wife." Alan corrected him. Bobby clenched his fist.
"Lindsay. Lindsay, don't talk to her, don't make a pass on her, and please, please, don't offer her a drink." He said, and walked back to his desk.
"Not even a friendly diner?" Alan called to Bobby, but Bobby didn't look at him. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
"Lindsay Dole and Associates, how may I help you? Please hold." Lindsay said, passing the phone to Claire, who looked at it surprisingly, bitting her fingernails nervouslly. Lindsay rolled her eyes.
"Claire, take the phone! It might be a client." She said, and Claire took it slowly.
"Hello, Claire Watts speaking. Oh, hi Mom." She said, sighing with relief, and Lindsay smiled and rolled her eyes again. Just then there was a knock at the door. Lindsay opened it.
"Eugine, hey, come on in." She said, and her walked in, looking around.
"You did a great job with the place." Eugine complimented, and Lindsay nodded slowly.
"Yeah, thanks. So sit down, what's up?" She asked, and Eugine sat across from her at Lindsay's desk.
"The Vatona case... you and Bobby been working on that lately?" He asked, and Lindsay shrugged uncomfortably.
"A.... little." She finally said, looking down. Eugine sighed.
"Well look, whatever shape your in, if you guy's still can't work together, then I guess one of you should get off the case." He said, and Lindsay nodded.
"Everything's a little... wierd between us, and every time we get together after work to work on the case, something always happens." She explained, and he nodded.
"Then maybe you guy's should start staying late around the office. I'll pick up Little Bobby if you want one night, he could even sleep in Kendell's bed if Kendell isn't there. I mean, tonight I have something, but tomorrow or the next night, he's always welcome." He said, and Lindsay smiled.
"Thanks Eugine, but you don't have to do that. We'll get it done, wether it's one or two of us." She said, smiling fakely, and Eugine nodded and got up.
"Okay. Well, call me if you need anything Linds." He said, heading for the door. Lindsay smiled.
"Okay, thanks." She said, and he left. Lindsay sighed as Claire hung up with her Mom. She looked over at Lindsay.
"Everything okay?" She asked, and Lindsay looked down.
"Yeah, fine." She said, but then she turned to Claire. She knew she wouldn't 'feel' like it tomorrow, or they would just never get around to it. But they would now.
"Claire... you remember my son Bobby, right?" She asked, and Claire nodded.
"He's adorible Lindsay." She said as she ruffled through some papers. Lindsay smiled.
"Thanks. Listen, how would you like to get paid for watching him for a few hours?" She asked hopefully, and Claire turned to her.
"Where, when, for how long?" She asked, and Lindsay got up.
"I'm going to pick him up now, you know where the bin of stuff is for him to play with. You'll still be being payed as if you were doing work, just watch him for a few hours, I'll close the place. Just be my babysitter, I have to go work on a case with my ex-husband, and believe me, I'm as excited as you look." She said to Claire, who wasen't thrilled with the idea from the expression on her face. She bit her lip.
"I have lots of work to do Lindsay-"
"Please?" Lindsay said with a pleasing look, and Claire gave in.
"Thank you so much, he'll be good, I promise." Lindsay said as she walked out the door to pick up her son from day care. Claire rolled her eyes and continued working untill Lindsay and Little Bobby returned. Claire smiled as they walked in. Little Bobby held Lindsay's hand tightly and Lindsay lifted him up.
"Sweety, you remember Claire?" She asked, and he nodded silently.
"Well, me and Daddy have some work to do, so Claire is gunna play with you for a little untill me and Daddy finish our work. You know where all the toys are Baby." She said, getting ready to leave, but Little Bobby held on tight.
"I wanna come wit you." He said, and Lindsay picked him up again.
"Bobby, you liked Claire, remember? She's the one who gave you that teddy bear." She said, and Little Bobby nodded.
"I wanna come wit you though. I wanna see you 'n Daddy." He said, and Lindsay sighed and looked at Claire.
"One minute." She said, and Claire nodded and continued working as Lindsay put him down and crouched down to his height.
"Sweety, you love it here. What's wrong?" She asked puzzled, and he just shrugged.
"I was wit Daddy in the mornin. Why wus I wit Daddy?" He asked, and Lindsay remembered the night before when she let Little Bobby stay over there. She shrugged.
"I dunno. You were asleep already, I wanted to let you stay there." She said, and he looked down.
"Bobby, tell me what's wrong." She said, lifting up his little chin. He looked away.
"I wanna live wit bof of you. Not two houses." He said, and Lindsay looked down.
"Then what's the big deal if you stay here with Claire?" She asked, confused. He looked up at her.
"I dun wanna live here to. I wanna live wit you an Daddy." He said, and she laughed.
"Hunny, I'm not asking you to live here, just stay for a little." She said, but he shook his head firmly. She finally saw the toll this whole seperation was taking on her son. She was never really sure if it affected him before- only that he missed his dad and that was it. But he was really confused now- he actually thought she was making him live at her office. What was he talking about? But then she thought about it- first he was living at Bobby's, then at her mothers, then the last few times she had left him with Helen had been all nighters with Bobby, so he basically thought he was living there too. Plus the daycare center... the list went on. She felt like she kept dumping him places to do better things, or just important things... work would have to come tomorrow. She looked at him and smiled. Then she turned to Claire.
"Claire, change of plans. I'm gunna take a half day and spend some time with him." She said, and Claire smiled and nodded.
"Good idea." She said, then waved to Little Bobby. He waved back as he ran to the door. Lindsay lifted him up and opened it, talking to him the whole way. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------- "Bobby!" Eugine called, and Bobby got up and went into his office.
"What?" He asked, tired. Eugine looked at him.
"Sit." He said, and Bobby went over to his former couch and ploped down. Eugine sat down at the desk.
"You really need to work on Vatona. His trial his is three days. Take a break from Joey Herric for a while, we've got months till that trial." He said, and Bobby nodded briefly and got up.
"That it?" He asked, and Eugine looked at him.
"One more thing Bobby." He said carefully and Bobby rolled his eyes and sat down again, then looked at him.
"What?" He asked, and Eugine stood up.
"You know how it feels now?" He said, and Bobby looked confused, so Eugine continued.
"For me to be the one in that big desk, and you to be sitting on this little couch, it's a change of rolls." Eugine said, and Bobby rolled his eyes again.
"Eugine, yes. I know how it feels, you know how many times I sat on this couch?" He asked, and Eugine shrugged.
"No, I don't. But I know how many times I did being looked down on." He said, and Bobby frowned.
"Where is this comming from?!" He asked, looking around. Eugine sat down.
"I was just thinking." He said, and Bobby got up.
"Well do your thinking somewhere else. Is this over?" He asked, mad. Eugine looked at him calmly.
"Yes, Bobby. I think it is." He said, and Bobby slamed the door. If this case didn't get done because Bobby and Lindsay were acting like three-year- olds, something would have to be done. Eugine liked being senior partner. It was a lot of work, but he liked it. He liked the feeling that he was the boss, and that after 10 years of being below someone he was on top. Of course, it wasen't the same without Rebecca, Lindsay, and yes, even Lucy, but it was nice to be the boss. It was even fun to boss around the man around who had been HIS boss for the last 10 years. The firm was his now, and for some reason, Bobby didn't look that good when he wasen't the boss. He wasen't exactly the best worker when he wasen't senior partner either. And Eugine knew that if Bobby couldn't resolve his messed up relationship and become the lawyer he once was, something would have to be done. Possibly, someone would have to be fired.
*Okay, I'm SOSOSOSOSOSO sorry that took so long, I wanted it done earlier but I couldn't find the time to write. I know B&L didn't get back together, but I'll fix that soon I hope. The next part will be up as soon as I write it, but I wouldn't expect that to be too soon, so I hope you enjoyed this, and please, tell me what you think I need to make it better. Part 10 up as soon as possible, thanks for reading!* -Linz-
Summary- Bobby's new firm isn't doing too well, so he asks to go back part time at the old Practice.
Disclaimer- Why would D.E.K actually sue me? I'm not copying him or anything (*nervous laughter*)... ah why should I question the briliance of those people who deal with "The Practice?" I may as well just say it- I do not own any of the characters on "The Practice" or any of the item's and other thing's I mention. (Except Matt and Colin- they're all mine baby!)
Thx 2- Linnie, Imzadi, Monkeysw, and Claire, I can't thank you guy's enough, if it wasen't for the reviews it wouldn't be nearly as much fun ;). Imzadi, I hope you continue reading it even though Alan Shore isn't main (he's in this chapter), and your suggestion were really great, thanks. Monkeysw, your first fanfic was great! Linnie, I hope to fix the B&L thing soon :), thanks so much for the awsome review, and thanks to Claire for the really nice review. Hope you guy's still enjoy this, thanks, keep sending please ;)!
the drum role was nice...
Bobby wrecked through his wallet, his breifcase, then a bunch of old photo albums. He pulled out the scrapbook he bought and filled it up slowly, going through every picture. There were pictures of their family- the day Little Bobby was born, then the day of their weading. There were pictures of them at parties, them on countless numbers of vacations. Then there were pictures of the office- the first time Little Bobby was there, then Bobby had taken pictures of the whole place after he left, thinking he would never go back. Ha, some bs that was. It wasen't the money he cared about when he went back to the old firm. It was more like... homesickness. He missed the firm- Rebecca was with him now, he knew that. But there was Eugine, Jimmy, even Lucy at points. But Lucy was gone now, and even Eugine had changed a little. He was still the same Eugine- he always would be- but it was wierd having him Senior Partner. Lindsay, on the other hand was happy. And Bobby was a little jelous. How could she be happy with a blue- collar paying job and being a single mom with no boyfriend? He wasen't sure what he was missing. He was the one who was out and exciting- he had slept with another women after the breakup, he had the new firm. Why was she so much happier than he was? She didn't even see her son on weekends. He continued filling up the album, feeling a lot like a girl, but this was the only time he had been happy in a lonnnng time, besides his son and Lindsay, so he continued. He smimled at all the pictures- Fenway Park on their weading day, Little Bobby in the hospital the first day he was born. Bobby thought the pictures would make him sad, but they actually made him happier. Even though it was 4 AM, he continued until a little more than half of the album was compleated. Then he laid down on the couch, falling asleep. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
"Daddddddddyyyyyyyy..." He heard as Little Bobby poked him in the stomach over and over again. Bobby groaned and rolled over, but Little Bobby got his stool from the bathroom and stood on it, poking Bobby until he got up. He haden't had his son on a week day for a long time, but he always dropped him off at daycare on Monday morning, so he knew what he was doing. Bobby made Little Bobby his cerial as he played with his toy cars. When Bobby gave it to him, he looked confused.
"How comes I not wit Mommy today?" He asked, and Bobby shrugged.
"You fell asleep here, so we decided to let you sleep over. Okay?" Bobby said stressfully, putting papers in his briefcase.
"Otay." He said, eating his cerial. Bobby dressed and quickly grabbed a banana. Then he dressed his son, and they left. He walked in Young, Frutt, and Berlutie around 8:30. Everyone looked at him.
"Well, Mr. Eight-O'clock. Hello." Ellenor said smugly. Bobby nodded without looking her way and signed his time sheet, then sat down at his desk. Eugine walked out of his office.
"Bobby, you need to concentrate a little on the Vatona case. Anyway, Judge Harris had a family emergency, so Hiller's gunna be your judge for Vatona. There's a plus." He said, and Bobby nodded.
"Something wrong?" Eugine asked, but Bobby just shook his head. Eugine looked around and everyone shrugged, so Eugine just went back into his office. Alan walked over to Bobby.
"Something wrong? Because I've been seperated... many, many times. I'm sure I know just what to do." He said, smiling. Bobby looked down and bit his lip.
"Ya know, for a lwayer, I'm really surprised you get your clients to trust you." He said, and Alan nodded.
"Yeah, so am I." He smiled.
"You're very out-spoken." Bobby said rudely, getting up to go over to the bookshelf. Alan followed.
"I know. I'm here to help people. Come on, tell me everything Bobby." He said, opening his arms, still grinning. Bobby turned around.
"I think you've been drinking, at least I've heard you do a good amount of that. I don't even KNOW you!" He said, slaming his hands on the counter. A few people turned their heads. Alan maintained his grin.
"Make new friends, that's my moto. And yes, I have been drinking, thanks for asking. Whoever told you that must know me pretty well." He said, winking. Bobby scratched his neck uncomfortably.
"Look, all I ask is that you stay away from me- I'm not in the mood today. Just don't talk to my wife-"
"You're EX-wife." Alan corrected him. Bobby clenched his fist.
"Lindsay. Lindsay, don't talk to her, don't make a pass on her, and please, please, don't offer her a drink." He said, and walked back to his desk.
"Not even a friendly diner?" Alan called to Bobby, but Bobby didn't look at him. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
"Lindsay Dole and Associates, how may I help you? Please hold." Lindsay said, passing the phone to Claire, who looked at it surprisingly, bitting her fingernails nervouslly. Lindsay rolled her eyes.
"Claire, take the phone! It might be a client." She said, and Claire took it slowly.
"Hello, Claire Watts speaking. Oh, hi Mom." She said, sighing with relief, and Lindsay smiled and rolled her eyes again. Just then there was a knock at the door. Lindsay opened it.
"Eugine, hey, come on in." She said, and her walked in, looking around.
"You did a great job with the place." Eugine complimented, and Lindsay nodded slowly.
"Yeah, thanks. So sit down, what's up?" She asked, and Eugine sat across from her at Lindsay's desk.
"The Vatona case... you and Bobby been working on that lately?" He asked, and Lindsay shrugged uncomfortably.
"A.... little." She finally said, looking down. Eugine sighed.
"Well look, whatever shape your in, if you guy's still can't work together, then I guess one of you should get off the case." He said, and Lindsay nodded.
"Everything's a little... wierd between us, and every time we get together after work to work on the case, something always happens." She explained, and he nodded.
"Then maybe you guy's should start staying late around the office. I'll pick up Little Bobby if you want one night, he could even sleep in Kendell's bed if Kendell isn't there. I mean, tonight I have something, but tomorrow or the next night, he's always welcome." He said, and Lindsay smiled.
"Thanks Eugine, but you don't have to do that. We'll get it done, wether it's one or two of us." She said, smiling fakely, and Eugine nodded and got up.
"Okay. Well, call me if you need anything Linds." He said, heading for the door. Lindsay smiled.
"Okay, thanks." She said, and he left. Lindsay sighed as Claire hung up with her Mom. She looked over at Lindsay.
"Everything okay?" She asked, and Lindsay looked down.
"Yeah, fine." She said, but then she turned to Claire. She knew she wouldn't 'feel' like it tomorrow, or they would just never get around to it. But they would now.
"Claire... you remember my son Bobby, right?" She asked, and Claire nodded.
"He's adorible Lindsay." She said as she ruffled through some papers. Lindsay smiled.
"Thanks. Listen, how would you like to get paid for watching him for a few hours?" She asked hopefully, and Claire turned to her.
"Where, when, for how long?" She asked, and Lindsay got up.
"I'm going to pick him up now, you know where the bin of stuff is for him to play with. You'll still be being payed as if you were doing work, just watch him for a few hours, I'll close the place. Just be my babysitter, I have to go work on a case with my ex-husband, and believe me, I'm as excited as you look." She said to Claire, who wasen't thrilled with the idea from the expression on her face. She bit her lip.
"I have lots of work to do Lindsay-"
"Please?" Lindsay said with a pleasing look, and Claire gave in.
"Thank you so much, he'll be good, I promise." Lindsay said as she walked out the door to pick up her son from day care. Claire rolled her eyes and continued working untill Lindsay and Little Bobby returned. Claire smiled as they walked in. Little Bobby held Lindsay's hand tightly and Lindsay lifted him up.
"Sweety, you remember Claire?" She asked, and he nodded silently.
"Well, me and Daddy have some work to do, so Claire is gunna play with you for a little untill me and Daddy finish our work. You know where all the toys are Baby." She said, getting ready to leave, but Little Bobby held on tight.
"I wanna come wit you." He said, and Lindsay picked him up again.
"Bobby, you liked Claire, remember? She's the one who gave you that teddy bear." She said, and Little Bobby nodded.
"I wanna come wit you though. I wanna see you 'n Daddy." He said, and Lindsay sighed and looked at Claire.
"One minute." She said, and Claire nodded and continued working as Lindsay put him down and crouched down to his height.
"Sweety, you love it here. What's wrong?" She asked puzzled, and he just shrugged.
"I was wit Daddy in the mornin. Why wus I wit Daddy?" He asked, and Lindsay remembered the night before when she let Little Bobby stay over there. She shrugged.
"I dunno. You were asleep already, I wanted to let you stay there." She said, and he looked down.
"Bobby, tell me what's wrong." She said, lifting up his little chin. He looked away.
"I wanna live wit bof of you. Not two houses." He said, and Lindsay looked down.
"Then what's the big deal if you stay here with Claire?" She asked, confused. He looked up at her.
"I dun wanna live here to. I wanna live wit you an Daddy." He said, and she laughed.
"Hunny, I'm not asking you to live here, just stay for a little." She said, but he shook his head firmly. She finally saw the toll this whole seperation was taking on her son. She was never really sure if it affected him before- only that he missed his dad and that was it. But he was really confused now- he actually thought she was making him live at her office. What was he talking about? But then she thought about it- first he was living at Bobby's, then at her mothers, then the last few times she had left him with Helen had been all nighters with Bobby, so he basically thought he was living there too. Plus the daycare center... the list went on. She felt like she kept dumping him places to do better things, or just important things... work would have to come tomorrow. She looked at him and smiled. Then she turned to Claire.
"Claire, change of plans. I'm gunna take a half day and spend some time with him." She said, and Claire smiled and nodded.
"Good idea." She said, then waved to Little Bobby. He waved back as he ran to the door. Lindsay lifted him up and opened it, talking to him the whole way. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------- "Bobby!" Eugine called, and Bobby got up and went into his office.
"What?" He asked, tired. Eugine looked at him.
"Sit." He said, and Bobby went over to his former couch and ploped down. Eugine sat down at the desk.
"You really need to work on Vatona. His trial his is three days. Take a break from Joey Herric for a while, we've got months till that trial." He said, and Bobby nodded briefly and got up.
"That it?" He asked, and Eugine looked at him.
"One more thing Bobby." He said carefully and Bobby rolled his eyes and sat down again, then looked at him.
"What?" He asked, and Eugine stood up.
"You know how it feels now?" He said, and Bobby looked confused, so Eugine continued.
"For me to be the one in that big desk, and you to be sitting on this little couch, it's a change of rolls." Eugine said, and Bobby rolled his eyes again.
"Eugine, yes. I know how it feels, you know how many times I sat on this couch?" He asked, and Eugine shrugged.
"No, I don't. But I know how many times I did being looked down on." He said, and Bobby frowned.
"Where is this comming from?!" He asked, looking around. Eugine sat down.
"I was just thinking." He said, and Bobby got up.
"Well do your thinking somewhere else. Is this over?" He asked, mad. Eugine looked at him calmly.
"Yes, Bobby. I think it is." He said, and Bobby slamed the door. If this case didn't get done because Bobby and Lindsay were acting like three-year- olds, something would have to be done. Eugine liked being senior partner. It was a lot of work, but he liked it. He liked the feeling that he was the boss, and that after 10 years of being below someone he was on top. Of course, it wasen't the same without Rebecca, Lindsay, and yes, even Lucy, but it was nice to be the boss. It was even fun to boss around the man around who had been HIS boss for the last 10 years. The firm was his now, and for some reason, Bobby didn't look that good when he wasen't the boss. He wasen't exactly the best worker when he wasen't senior partner either. And Eugine knew that if Bobby couldn't resolve his messed up relationship and become the lawyer he once was, something would have to be done. Possibly, someone would have to be fired.
*Okay, I'm SOSOSOSOSOSO sorry that took so long, I wanted it done earlier but I couldn't find the time to write. I know B&L didn't get back together, but I'll fix that soon I hope. The next part will be up as soon as I write it, but I wouldn't expect that to be too soon, so I hope you enjoyed this, and please, tell me what you think I need to make it better. Part 10 up as soon as possible, thanks for reading!* -Linz-