Priestess Aishisu: Huh. I'm impressed, I must say. Ten reviews is quite a bit more than I expected to get. And they were mostly complimentary, which is nice. Don't you agree?

J (silence) Quill: Wait...I thought Number Four said he loved Three for 'four years', not 'two'. Ah well. I like how you write Number Two as an unbiased character, and he gives the reader an objective view of what's going on. Plus, his opinions can compare with the other characters which really helps.

First off, I think that you shouldn't be coveting your review count. I would much rather have a few well-written (and hopefully nice) reviews, rather than an onslaught of "OMG this is da best story in da wurld u better update cuz I lurve it! XDXDXD!!" They're nice to get, but they don't help much in the long run.

But the funny thing about this is that you have an amazing story, which is why I'm confused. If your story is so good, you shouldn't worry about how many reviews you get. I can understand that it's nice to have feedback to see if people are reading your work and whether or not they enjoy it, but don't write for the reviews--write for yourself. Besides, this story kicks butt, so don't worry about it.

Priestess Aishisu: I know, I know, my bad. I never really decided what they're age would be. Let's just say they're between ten and twelve. (When in doubt, say eleven) And I agree with everything you said about the reviews. It's always nice to get credit, but I do prefer a well-written compliment to a 'this rox! Update now!'

Possesed Angel: this is really great. please update. i can't wait.

Priestess Aishisu: And this would definitely fall under the category of a 'This rox! Update now!' which I had just mentioned. But thanks anyway. ::Smiles::

Numbuh M: Omgosh. It's so sad ;; Please make things happy again. I like it when things are happy But it's awesome. Keep on going! (You made tears come to my eyes..)

Priestess Aishisu: If everything were happy all the time, my fanfictions wouldn't be worth reading! No plot! I like writing tear-jerkers! They're what I'm famous for (and my suspense, and plot, and description, and characterization…and no, I'm not bragging. That's just what the majority of my reviewers praise me for. I'm also famous on Teen Titans fanfiction for being the first to write a Raven/Cyborg…

J.Dax: Pretty cool, can't wait for more.

Priestess Aishisu: Thank you.

Bit Star: The only complaint I have is that it's a little too angsty. Other than that it's a great story so far.
1/3 and 4/5 forever!

Priestess Aishisu: See my reply to Numbuh M

Odd'sGirl: Love your story! Although, I am more of a 3/4 fan, I really like your writing up to a point that I don't mind what the pairings are. Keep up the good work. I really hope there will be a happy ending!

Priestess Aishisu: I like 3/4, too. But really there are few pairings I don't like.

Deadly Tears: Hey, this is a great story you have here!

Finally I found a story with a 4/5 pairing in it. Sorry to those who are big fans of 3/4 but it's not really my fav. pairing and there's too many fics that center around those two.

(Shrugs) But anyway, I love this story so far and hopefully you'll update soon!

Priestess Aishisu: ::Bows:: Glad to be of service! You know, there would be more 4/5 fanfictions if you tried writing some. I'm just hoping (I want more 4/5, dammit!). No insult meant.

Jay Man: First let me ofer an apology for making the suggestion that you might neglect your other stories. This story is great although I am worried about the team. Good work.

Priestess Aishisu: Yes, it does make you worry, doesn't it? Not to worry, all will be righted in the next chapter. (Well, not exactly, but…::Shrugs::)

Mark: Okey. Sorry I flamed you in the first chapter. iguess it's not bad... just depressing. Please write more. In the meen time, on to the next story!

Mark

Priestess Aishisu: Thank you.

darkloner: The story is great. I wanted to see a Nigel-kuki relationship. I want to know how Wally will get over it and how he will fall for number 5. Please continue with the story.

Priestess Aishisu: You'll see a little of that in the next chapter.

Priestess Aishisu: Now, I recently received a very rude flame which I am not even going to dignify with a proper reply. It went a little something like this:

Cyndi: This whole 'playing musical chairs' with KND coupling is WRONG! If you read message boards, polls, and KND fansites, the vast majority support 3/4, 2/5, or 1/5. 1/3 is just too damn boring and arbitrary...as for 4/5...DON'T make me laugh my ss off!

I would just like to say: the vast majority is a lot, but not everyone. I may not like 1/3 much, but I do like 4/5. and you know what? You're not the only one in the world. I'm entitled to like what I like, and it's a fanfiction so I can use any pairing I want! So go to hell and stay. It's where you belong.

Wally moaned and turned over, looking at his alarm clock. 11:38, it read in glowing scarlet lines. "That can't be right," he muttered angrily. "It was 11:38 last time ah checked."

Why was he having so much trouble sleeping at night? Actually, he knew why. He kept hearing Abigail's words, and seeing those pain-filled hazel eyes. You've already pushed Numbuh Three away, and now you're pushing me away. Soon you'll have no one left. He told himself he didn't care, but he obviously had to care at least a little if it was keeping him awake at night.

He turned over again, trying to get comfortable. Unbidden, unexpected tears came into his eyes and fell onto his pillow. "Ah'm sorry," he whispered, voice choked with tears. "Ah'm sorry."

Then his eyes widened, and he sat up in bed. What if…?

It would be silly to think he could solve it all by apologizing, and he certainly didn't think he could, but he had to apologize if he didn't want to lose his mind with guilt.

And if he didn't want to lose one of the most wonderful friends he had ever had.

Abigail sat up in bed, blinking. Her thick dark hair fell unbraided past her waist, wavy from being in her trademark braid so often. The door was swinging slightly. "Whose there?" she called. No reply.

She heard another sound and kicked off the sheets. She had on a knee-length blue tee shirt with a pattern of gold-and-silver birds. "Hi, Numbuh Four."

Wally, who had hidden under the couch when he noticed her move, got up. She heard him chuck something under the ground. "H–How did you—" he stuttered. "Umm…I gotta go…"

She moved so fast his eyes couldn't follow. The next thing he knew, she had flung him onto the bed and pinned him there. (Not for that, you perverts!) "Oh, come on! Not this again!"

"Yes, this again," she snapped. "And if you're here to insult me or tell me everything only to claim ah 'wouldn't understand' and put up all those stupid walls you seem to have formed around yourself, Numbuh Five is going to throw you out that window before you even realized you said anything!"

In spite of himself, Wally felt himself recoil fearfully. He had known Abigail for years and years, and rarely had she seen her this angry. And it was all the worse because he was aware that he would certainly deserve being thrown out a window, but the worst part was that he could still see that goddamned hurt in her eyes that had made him come to apologize in the first place.

"Ah," he stammered, trying to think as he stared at her. She looked different without her braid and cap. She looks pretty, he thought, and mentally slapped himself. Where the hell had that thought come from? "Ah…Ah'm sorry."

Abigail blinked, probably thinking she had heard wrong. "Huh?"

"Ah'm sorry," he repeated. "Ah know ah've been a jerk, and ah know you were just trying to help. Ah just—ah was upset, and ah needed to lash out at someone. Ah don't like feeling scared or weak, and when ah do ah fight. Ah know you might never speak to me again, but—" The tears were starting again, and this time he didn't stop them. He himself hadn't realized how much this was hurting him until this moment, and it was a relief to let them all out.

He sobbed out a year's worth of pain, all accumulated in the last week, and Abigail didn't even need to take a moment to think about what to do.

She put her arms around him and let him cry, not caring that her nightie was getting drenched. Instinctively, Wally reached out as well and put his arms around her waist without thinking about what he was doing. For a few minutes the only sound was of him weeping, but eventually he managed to calm down and look her in the eye for the first time in days.

He managed a sheepish smile, but his still-wet eyes were pleading. "Forgive me?" He tried to sound as if he didn't care, but there was a hint of desperation in his voice that Abigail didn't miss.

"Of course I do," she replied tenderly, and Wally beamed for what felt like the first time in years. Suddenly everything seemed too overwhelming, and he finally did what he hadn't been able to do since he broke up with Kuki (though not really, since they were never a couple in the first place)—he fell asleep right on Abigail's bed.

Abigail smiled. It felt like years since she had been able to do that. Moving quietly so she didn't wake him, she lay in bed next to him and fell asleep.