A/N: WHOOT! THERE! I have OFFICIALLY stopped procrastinating. XD

…Well, sort of. This has been hanging around in my notebook for a few weeks now, so it's not like I had to actually write anything in order to upload this. –ahem- But I expect to have it finished soon. Hopefully.

I'm expecting this to be around five to six chapters, maybe more. It depends. –shrugs- Anyway, hope you enjoy. x3 This is a pairing I haven't seen much of… who knows, it might catch on. X3

Very, very slight AU; spoilers for Grim Tuesday and Drowned Wednesday with mild spoilers for Mister Monday. Totally inspired by Rain's idea… her pairings rock.

Disclaimer: I don't own Keys to the Kingdom or anything in them, etc, etc. I only own… counts on fingers Tirus and his group (except for Tuesday), Grayfurre… and uh, any other random Denizens and Rats that pop up here and there. Heh.

They still called her Drowned Wednesday. And though she was no longer their mistress, she was still feared throughout the Border Sea.

Some claimed to have seen her, no longer monstrous but small and slight, sad, shimmering with faint light the color of the sea. Some said she forever lurked about the Line of Storms, and any ship that strayed too near would end up sinking, drowning, lost in the perpetual turmoil of wind and waves. The Border Sea no longer held a Leviathan lurking in its depths; it was haunted. And in the dead of night, a whale's song or a seabird's cry would cause Denizens to shiver in their sleep.

Yet Lady Wednesday was dead; there were those who had witnessed it. She had been ultimately consumed by Nothing and lost to the Void forever. Wednesday's Dawn in particular grew frustrated, though try as she might, she could not quell the rumors spoken in whispers throughout the Border Sea.

And still… some stories even Dawn could not explain…

It had been a year since the fall of the Far Reaches, and already it was clear that filling Grim Tuesday's Pit would be no simple task. Thousands of Denizens still worked there; those that Dame Primus, Monday's Tierce, and Monday's Noon could not relocate. Yet now, their only work was to destroy the place that had imprisoned them for hundreds, even thousands of years, and they went at it with a will.

Tuesday himself was one of those workers. He had changed greatly in one year. At first he had resented the work, but as the anger over his defeat faded, he began to regret much of what he had done as Master of the Far Reaches. He stoically accepted Dame Primus's judgment, pushing himself harder than his companions and seldom speaking.

Then one evening, change arrived in the form of their work gang's leader, Tirus. Passing Tuesday on their way back to their camp, he winked. "Good work today," he said, and would have continued on his way.

But Tuesday froze. "Why?" he whispered, and Tirus turned. "What have I done to deserve kindness from anyone? For ten thousand years… I have done nothing but harm, to everyone and everything. Now I can only try to repair the damage I have done… but you, all of you, have treated me with the same camaraderie you give each other. Something I do not deserve, not after what I did to you. Why?"

Tirus remained silent for several seconds. Then he smiled. "It's all in the past," he said gently. "You were not in your right mind; you were overtaken by that same madness that has overtaken the rest of the Morrow Days. Now, you are no longer our cruel master Grim Tuesday. You are merely one of us."

After that day, Tuesday finally began opening up to his companions. They were like a family to him, and for the first time he was content, happy with his work and no longer consumed by greed.

One day, as they were all at work, a Denizen named Serren dashed up to them, beaming and looking happier than they had ever seen him. "I'm going home!" he shouted joyously. "Back to the Silver Ray!"

"What?" Tirus turned with a grin.

"Dusk Monday's Noon… he's allowing everyone from the Border Sea to return home! Wednesday has given up her Key!"

Tirus clapped him on the back. "That's wonderful," he said. "The sea… how I've missed it, but I can't bring myself to leave before the work here is completed. Go on back to your ship. I know you've earned it."

"So," said Tuesday quietly, almost to himself. "Drowned Wednesday has fallen." He looked over at Serren. "What happened to her?" he asked quietly.

"She died," said Serren simply. "She was consumed by Nothing, but not before she relinquished her Key to Lord Arthur. He lifted her curse so she could die free. Architect bless them both!"

"Aye, she was a kind mistress when she was in her right mind," said Tirus, his Border Sea accent more marked than usual. He raised his right hand as if in salute, and the others did likewise. "To Lady Wednesday!"

Tuesday hesitated a moment before he spoke. "To Lady Wednesday," he whispered.