Keefe
Chapter 13
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Disclaimer: I own absoulty nothing in this 'fic except the plot and Keefe and anything to do with him.

Thanks to: (In no particular order)
racle: We'll, they've, first of all, not known where she was, until she came back and visited. You'll just have to keep reading I guess. It will begin to explain itself.
Darkbird1345: Thank you. I will.
Athena884: No, sorry, it's not Malchior. Better luck next time though.
Voltor: Sorry, it wasn't any of the Titans.
Mutsumi: Thanks, I will.
lash619: Sorry it takes me so long to update, I've been very busy. There will be a Titan Tower update in the next chapter. I think. :-P
kittykat: No, it's not Lucho.
Pookey: Actually, I don't know who it is. I just know who it isn't. ;-)
Terra Logan: Believe it or not. The only pairs I am really working hard on are Keefe and Raven, so there shouldn't be much with the other couples.
jessica: Thanks! I actually wanted to write novels when I was younger. Still do, come to think of it.
DarkHeart: Of courseRaven is OOC. She's on a completly different planet in a totally different situation! I know I would be pretty OOC in that situation. But yea, she does miss Titan Tower.
the-lost-raven: Wow, tell all your friends I said thank you.
MysticSistaKitsune: Keep it away!
cindycindy549: No clue who it is. Guess I'll figure it out this chapter LoL.
HannaBanana: Uhh, thanks?
Ravens-Rage: I'll try.
yin: Hehe, they guards are assholes cause I was having a bad day whenI wrote that chapter.
Lessa-13-2004: No clue who is in the bushes either.
SnowhiteandtheSevenDragons: Hehe, I'm guessing Chesmer is an open community? I thought they would try to get her back, but right now, it's just prudent to keep her on Chesmer.
AnimaeGirl: No clue!
711: Thanks!
mintchipicecream: Wow, thank you! No, it's not Lucho.
JuniorBins: I have no clue where it's going, haha.
choco taco: Thanks. I will.
Rose Gamgee: Wow, thank you for reading my fic then. I'm flattered.
Yumi Yakahumi: Hmm don't know who she found.
veela: Thanks, I will.
willy: Thanks, I'll try to.
linorie: Gracias!
ravenrocks: OKAY OKAY!
YOU STINK: I'm the idiot? You can't even spell the name of my fic right! Why should I comply to what you demand of me? I have my own agenda, and I don't need a little brat rushing me to get this stuff done. My fics are a privledge, not a right.
AAA cars: Thats what I thought to. An old married couple LoL. Guess I've gotta make 'em younger if you know what I mean. :nudge nudge wink wink:
m&m: Sorry! Here's a new chapter.
comickid: Wow, I would love for this to be published, but sadly, they don't publish fanfictions.

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A man stepped out of the potted plants. He was old. He had dark hair, that was turning grey and slightly grizzled at the temples. His face was a mess of wrinkles, and his teeth were rotten.

"I beg your pardon, but... Do I know you?" Raven said politely.

"You don't remeber me?" He flung out his arms out in a gesture of confusion.

She shook her head. He was standing a bit to close for her liking, so she began to edge towards the door. Her plan was to escape and to flee back to her apartments.

"I knew you for ten years and you just forget me like that?"

"I'm sorry sir. I don't know who you are. Perhaps you have mistaken me for someone else?" She knew that wasn't the case.

"I'm your Godfather, Raven."

These words had no impact on her whatsoever.

"I don't have a Godfather."

She turned and ran as fast as she could back to Keefe. That man was starting to remind her of psychopathic killers.

After locking, bolting, deadbolting, and putting the guards on watch, she looked around the bedroom. Keefe was laying in the middle of the floor, asleep,with a half empty bottle of whiskey near his fingers. There was spilt alcohol around his mouth and on his chest, and his breathing was very shallow,

Raven became concerened immediatly. How often did he do this? He obviously blamed himself for his family's death, so there was a distinct possibility that this was not the first incident.

She knelt next to him, and prodded his cheek. "Keefe? Keefe honey, are you okay?" There was no response. She used her gift and transported him to the couch, where she sat him up on a pillow and covered him with a blanket. Taking a damp towel, she wiped up some of the whiskey he had spilled on himself in his drunken stupor.

She tended to him throughout the night and into the morning, and when he finally came to conciousness, Raven was to be found asleep kneeling on the floor with her head in her arms, which had happened onto Keefe's legs.

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Waking up with a pounding headache and bad hangover was not the best way to start the day, Keefe thought to himself.

He stretched, and something slightly heavy was leaning on his legs. He saw Raven there, with a towel, now dry, still in her hands.

In a dry, scratchy voice, he called for the guards. They had a hard time getting in, due to all the locks Raven had placed on the door. But they succeeded in the end. He had them carry her to the bed and to call a maid in to clean up.

When the maid came in, who, in fact, was a very sweet, middle-aged woman who had taken care of the King since he was a child, Keefe asked her to start a bath for him. She clucked her tongue, but did as she was asked, picking up pieces of glass from the broken bottle of whiskey as she headed to the bathroom.

The bath was drawn and Keefe got up, intent on getting into the warm water.

"Is there anything else I can help you with, Sir?" Her thick Irish accent made Keefe feel soothed.

"Is Raven okay? I'm worried about her."

"No, dearie. She's just exauhsted. That odd man last night, then coming back to find you passed out on the floor will work wonders on a young girl."

"Odd man? What odd man?"

"Oh, nothing like that, my lad. Not what you're thinking. I heard rumors that she had an encounter with a very strange man last night. Scared the dickens out of the poor girl."

"She's okay though?"

"Of course, my boy. Just let her sleep, then when she wakes up, maybe you two should, ahem, kiss and make up."

"Brent and Thomas sure do have big mouths."

"That they do." She chuckled. "Is that all I'm needed for? Then I'll just go ahead and clean up the whiskey, spray a little scent into the air to get rid of the smell, and get on my way. Got a castle to clean you know." She winked.

"Thank you ma'am."

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Raven woke around lunchtime. Keefe was sitting at a desk, leafing furiously through some paperwork, and trying to keep an eye on Raven at the same time. Let's just say he isn't very good at multitasking.

"What are you working on, Keefe?"

"Oh thank the gods. You're awake! How are you feeling my dear?" He was so sweet and tender that Raven thought something bad had happened to her that she didn't know about,

"Am I dying or something?"

"No love. Why do you ask?"

"You're acting wierd." She patted the bed next to her, and he sat down. "How're you feeling?"

"Have one bitch of a hangover, but that's basically it. But, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine. I was just sleeping, that's it. It's not like I was in a coma or anything."

"I know. But I just feel bad for what happened last night."

"How about we just don't talk about it, and say that all is forgiven?"

"Sounds like a good idea."

"Good. Now, how about a tour of outside the castle?"

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