Finally got around to writing the next chapter. I finally figured out who to pair Sally with, after much consideration.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters (except in my imagination) but I still love them all dearly. They all belong to Terry Pratchett. The rest of the story is mine.

VANT A LIFT?

The Low King Rhys was took Vimes' request quite well considering. Maybe it was because he knew that with Vimes 'no' was not a considerable answer.

'You mean after this, all Vimes wants is for me to provide a secure cell for the grags upon their return?' Rhys had actually looked puzzled at the request.

'And for me to remain in the City Watch, your majesty.' Sally quite surprised at this point.

'Yes, yes, that is all fine. Tell Vimes that I will do as he asked. Were there any other demands?'

'Yes, your majesty, the same one but repeated in a louder voice.' Sally felt nervous telling the King this.

'That definitely sounds like the Vimes I know. Enjoy your new life in the city. Lots of new opportunities.'

With that the audience was concluded, and Sally was escorted above ground to face Vimes once more. As she had expected she found him in his room, with Young Sam playing on the floor and Sybil fussing about packing for their departure.

'Lance-constable von Humpeding reporting!' Sally smartly came to attention.

Vimes looked over. 'Ah, how did the meeting go, lance-constable?'

'The Low King Rhys agrees to your demand, sir. And he asks if there is anything else require from him. Are you sure you don't require me to resign, sir, afterall I would understand if you did?'

'No, you have the makings of a good copper, lance-constable,' said Vimes. 'You have a duty to the oath you took. We shall be returning to the city tomorrow. You can either travel with Captain Carrot and Sergeant Angua, or if you choose you can return with one of the dwarf envoys to the city.'

'Thank you sir. Permission to leave?'

'Granted. And remember, lance-constable, we are all Watchmen.'

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As Vimes' coach departed for Ankh-Morpork, along with Sybil and darling Young, Sally braced herself at the prospect of travelling back in the company of Carrot and Angua. The past day Angua had been nice to her, trying to help her join in conversations and such, but Sally still felt uncomfortable in her company, especially with Carrot around.

Even though Carrot was well and truly Angua's, Sally still couldn't help liking him. After all, who couldn't like Captain Carrot. And even though Sally had gotten over him, she couldn't stand the thought of a trip watching Carrot and Angua enjoying each other's company. It seemed still but Sally couldn't help it.

'I guess I'll take Vimes' second option, the dwarves will be much easier company,' thought Sally. She began to walk towards the dwarf mine. 'The Low King would be happy to let me travel with his envoy. And once I get back to the city I can sort out the Carrot problem in my mind. I envy Angua, but she deserves happiness as well. Though she has one advantage over me. At least she is completely human three weeks out of four. Normally people can't tell with her, only rumors of a werewolf in the Watch. But look at vampires, immediately people separate you from the human world. Even with the League of Temperance...'

'Hey there! Want a ride back to the city?' Angua's happy voice range out through Sally's thoughts. She looked up. Sure enough, Carrot and Angua looked out of their coach expectantly.

'Vimes gave me permission to return with a dwarf envoy,' Sally replied. 'And I have a few things I need to sort out before I can return to the city. I guess I'll see you there.'

Carrot looked surprised. 'Well, if that's what you want to do, I guess we'll keep going.'

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Another cart had driven past, Sally had hardly noticed it, but it stopped a little way ahead. A cheerful voice called out:

'You headink to Ankh-Morpork? Vill you consider travelink vith us?'

'Pardon?' replied Sally, surprised by the accent that marked the speaker as a vampire.

He looked down at her, smiling. 'Oh, I forgot. Otto Chriek, official photographer for The Times. I vondered if you vould like a ride to Ankh-Morpork?'

Quite confused, Sally replied, 'but why do you think I am headed for the city?'

'Obvious, I recognised you as vun of Vimes' Vatchmen. So I thought I'd be nice. Vill you grace us with your company?'

Grabbing the opportunity, Sally pulled herself onto the strange cart, introducing herself. 'Sally von Humpeding. I was actually going to return with the dwarf envoy.' She looked around curiously. 'Um, who do you mean by 'us'. Who else is on this cart?'

Otto patted his camera. 'Me and my little friends. Admittingly they are not very talkative. So I thought company might be nice. Black Ribboner, I'm guessing?' Sally nodded her head. 'I am vun as vell,' Otto continued. 'It's hard not to be in the modern city. Personally, my desire is the perfection of light and shade. Resulting in a couple of mishaps, but I am over that now…'

Sally listened to Otto's chatting, relaxing with the swaying of the cart. Slowly she dozed off.

I finally got this chapter typed. It probably sucks but oh well.

Thanks to my boyfriend vampire phoenix for beta reading for me.