A/N: This is the first of the Valentine's Day challenge rewards, this one for CatrionaMalfoy/Virgina Riddle Malfoy. She left me pretty specific instructions, so if you hate it, it's all her fault. If you love it, it's all me. Simple, huh? –grin-

I've decided to write/draw the rewards in between Black Sheep chapters, so I'll write one chapter, then a reward, and so on, so the rewards will take a little bit of time, but Black Sheep has to be my main priority as a chaptered story (with a poor beta who will develop an ulcer if I do more projects) ;)

Drabble info/warnings

- Freestanding story

- Severe, but explainable, OOC-ness of the creature!-kind.

- Something absolutely horrible happens to Beast Boy

- Crack

Chocolates of Desire

Robin woke up from a knock on the door. He already knew from the sound that it was Raven. Starfire always called out as well as knocked, Cyborg's knocks shook the door, and Beast Boy had just never learned how to knock.

After shrugging into a robe, he opened. Raven's face was paler than usual, her eyes wide.

"I thought I should warn you," she rasped, like she was fighting not to scream.

"It's… bad?" Robin asked.

"Very."

"I'll be there soon."

Robin entered their main living-area and stopped dead. It was bad. Very bad. He had never seen so many pink hearts in his life.

"Merry Day of Love!" Starfire called to him from the open-plan kitchen part of the room.

"Merr… Happy Valentine's Day, Star," Robin answered, and sniffed the air. "Is that breakfast I smell?"

"Oh, yes, it is soon to be done!" the red-head smiled, floating in the air from pure joy. "Is it not lovely? Do you not like it?"

"Oh, it's… yes, it's very… pretty," Robin tried to grin. He might be gay, but he wasn't the pink-and-sparkly kind of gay, and his brain now threatened to just melt instead of processing any more decorations. Robin looked down at the floor to save himself, only to discover that it was covered by heart-shaped, glittering confetti. Great. His morning had started so nicely too… well, before Raven had knocked on the door… He had had a wonderful hot dream about that huge faceless man, and had enjoyed doing very naughty things with him until that knock. He was still a little horny, truth be told, but, fortunately, not enough for anyone to tell.

This was his fault, though. Not the dream, but the pink and glitter. Starfire had begged to be allowed to really celebrate the day this year and he had said yes, unless something more important came up. He had really counted on the villains of Jump to step up to the plate and cause some distractions, but no, it had been rather quiet for a few days, giving the alien time to… do this.

The smells from the kitchen weren't that bad, though. Something had been fried. Sausages perhaps? Robin liked sausage. No pun intended.

The rest of the team had now arrived and was carefully sidling up toward the kitchen, fully expecting to be attacked by one of the dishes at any time.

"The breaking of the fast can commence!" Starfire let them know. "Please, sit yourselves down!"

The Titans obeyed and gathered around the table which had some breakfast things like bread, milk and orange-juice already set up. There was a large empty spot in the middle of the table, though, and they all feared the alien goo which would, with all certainty, be placed there.

"I did try to locate traditional recipes of the Valentine, but I was saddened as I was not able to," Starfire told them. "But then, the day before the day which was the day yesterday, I saw a sign!" the girl opened the oven and took out a large plate, placing it on the table. "I was able to get very many with very little money!" she said happily.

Robin, who had identified the things on the plate, felt his stomach turn. The rest of them also stared at the pile with horror.

"What… is that?" Cyborg eventually asked.

"Well it is the Valentines meal!" Starfire said. "It is hearts!"

The Titans, even a certain green one, were very, very still and quiet.

"Hearts?" Raven said, looking a little bit sick and morbidly fascinated at once.

"Whose… I mean… from what…?" Cyborg croaked.

"Oh I got many sorts!" Starfire chirped, not yet having picked up on the general terror of the room. "I got some from the moo-animals… and those you put the money in… Robin, what was their names?"

"Err… pigs?" the leader asked.

"Oh, yes, the pigs! And the curly ones which go BAAAAH!"

The whole table jumped at the sound. Starfire, however, continued.

"I asked for more sorts, and the man asked me what kinds, but I do not remember all the animals. I did remember cats and dogs, but alas, he had none. He appeared upset that he did not. But please! Start! I have enough for lunch and the dinner-meal!"

The meals that day left suspiciously large napkins behind and the Titan's almost fought to clean up every time, and to keep Starfire away from the kitchen while they did that.

"I'm so hungryyyyy…." Beast Boy complained after another hearty (pun intended) meal.

"At least you don't have to pretend to eat any!" Raven hissed.

"Not after Robin finally convinced her it was really meat too!" Beast Boy hissed back. "Did she think that the animals just produced hearts somehow? And she has only served that! No potatoes, no veggies… I've been living on a piece of bread from breakfast all day!"

"You have bread left? Where!" Cyborg demanded to know with a growl. As they had left Starfire to do the shopping and she had spent all the money on hearts, the cabinets were pretty empty.

"It's mine!" Beast Boy growled back.

"Friends!"

"Oh, no, no again?" Cyborg whimpered.

Robin, always the courageous one, turned to his red-headed friend with a smile.

"Yes, Star?"

"I have more surprises for the evening!" the young woman declared. "The day of Valentine is also a day of chocolate, yes?"

"Yes?" Robin said, and could feel the hope rise in the room.

"I have made these for all of you!" Starfire said and gave them a small box each. Robin opened his and saw a selection of delicious-looking chocolate treats, but a warning-bell rang in his head.

"Star, when you said you have made these… there's no heart in them, is there?"

"Oh, no. Would you like that?" the girl asked, looking concerned.

"No, no, I just… wanted to make sure. For Beast Boy's sake." Robin clarified. "So… it's just chocolate?"

"Yes. With Tamaranian filling!"

"Ah."

The hope in the room fell again.

Starfire had already moved to the couch and was talking about the night's movies, which all, somehow, appeared to be horror-movies. Robin had no idea what had went wrong there.

"I don't care, I'm too hungry!" Robin then heard Beast Boy mumble as the changeling grabbed a piece and bit into it. After a first taste he finished it off happily. "Not bad, it's sweet!" he grinned.

"I'll trade you mine for the bread," Cyborg offered, and his friend happily agreed.

"You can have mine too… my stomach is not… well…" Raven mumbled and piled a third box into the happy Beast Boy's arms.

Robin looked down on the treats in his box. They really did look nice, and he felt terrible about pretending to like the poor girl's cooking all day, so he bit into one. It had something pink inside which was sweet but spicy, and, as Beast Boy had said, not bad at all. Maybe hunger had something to do with it as well.

They sat down to watch the first movie and Robin slowly enjoyed the treats while Beast Boy scarfed his down.

After a while they all noticed the changeling begin to hiccup. It was hard not to notice as he changed into a different animal each time. When you suddenly share a couch with a Tyrannosaurus you know about it.

"BB, go drink some water or something!" Raven growled.

The hiccups stopped but a horrible sad, mewling sound was heard instead.

Robin growled in annoyance, not taking his eyes of the screen, were a very good-looking, half naked guy, was about to be chopped up by a ghost with a chainsaw. Or something. Good-looking half-naked guy was the important part.

"BB, really, just shut up, man!" Cyborg shushed.

"My friends? I think something is wrong with our friend," Starfire told them, lifting Beast Boy into her lap.

"The only thing wrong is that he makes a disturbingly cute kitten," Raven snorted after glancing at her team-mate in disgust.

"No… I mean… because he is pink," Starfire said.

The group, apart from Robin, because the guy on the screen had tried to run away and now his t-shirt was completely ripped off, all turned and looked at their formerly green teammate.

"He is," Raven stated.

"Oh, man, that's so gay! Where's the camera?" Cyborg grinned and then glanced at his leader. "Oh, sorry, Rob."

Robin only made a non-descript noise and shrugged. The guy was still hot. He didn't have a head, but he was still hot.

"Please change back?" Starfire told the pink kitten, who only mewled sadly.

"You can't?" Cyborg asked. "You can't change back?"

The kitten shook its little head.

"How? What happened?" Raven frowned, and then spotted the empty chocolate boxes.

"Oh, no."

"Oh, what, please?" Starfire asked.

"Star… the chocolate… I think that there was something in it that… well... that BB shouldn't have eaten."

"Oh, but you are a-o-kay, correct?"

"Errmm… yes, well… you see, BB loved them so much that we… gave ours to him." Cyborg explained.

"Yes, we were pretty full after dinner." Raven said. "Oh."

"Oh again?" the alien asked worriedly.

"Yes, well… Robin had some." The group turned to their leader who was still watching the movie. "Robin? Robin?"

The black-haired teen had been scratching at his face for a while. Something was stuck to it and he didn't like it. When his friends called he finally managed to pull it off.

"Dude, your mask!" Cyborg exclaimed.

Robin got somewhat startled and dropped the irritating thing. His love-interest on the screen had long since disappeared, much to his annoyance, and he stood up. He was tired of just sitting still, he had to move! In a flash he was out the door.

"Wow… I mean… blue eyes? Who knew?" Cyborg said.

"Yes…" Raven frowned. "But I'm pretty sure the pupils aren't supposed to be slitted."

Robin was having fun! He had discovered that he had too much damn stuff on, and after ripping off his cape, his gloves and the heavy boots as well as his tunic, he felt a lot better. He had also lost his belt, although that had been fun to play with at first, because it had all these strange small round things in it which rolled away when he touched them. After pouncing on one, however, it exploded, creating a horribly smelling smoke. He decided to leave the stuff behind.

With the wind caressing his naked chest and arms the teen felt free as he sniffed the air. He had played, he had hunted, but now he needed something else. A stronger urge were taking over here, and he was going to find a way to satisfy that calling. Soon.

He landed in an alley where a rough-looking biker was busy mugging an old lady. Robin sauntered up to the man and sniffed.

"Who the hell do you think you are, weirdo?" the man spat.

Robin wrinkled his nose and snorted. This was not the right guy. He left the man to his business and jumped up onto a fire-escape far above his head from a standstill.

A little while later a lean man in a tattered cape got the surprise of his life as he climbed out of a window only to have his neck sniffed by someone hanging upside down outside it.

"Hey kid, what…?" the thief said as the curious blue-eyed young man sniffed him closer.

Robin liked the scent, he really did, but it still wasn't right. He took off. "Hey come back! Come on, at least leave me your number?" the thief called after him, but Robin didn't listen.

He was annoyed. Frustrated. Here and there he picked up on a wonderful scent, but it always seemed to disappear just as quickly. He kept looking, but they were all wrong, wrong WRONG!

He landed on a roof down by the docks. The right scent was strong here but it led nowhere. Well… if he couldn't find the man, he would make the man come to him. Robin walked around on the roof, rubbing against the walls, marking his territory and covering the man's scent with his own. He then started calling. It didn't register with him that the sounds coming out of his mouth were deep growls, soulful mewls and pleading yowls, loud enough to make dogs several blocks away start to bark. To Robin, he was simply calling out.

I'm here! Where are you? I need you! Come!

Slade was sitting in his lair, quietly contemplating if it was too late to send Robin a Valentine's-card, just to mess with the young man's head, when a sound like metal being ripped apart reached him. He tried to ignore it at first, but, as much as he liked to deny the fact, he did have a heart, and it was clear that the creature making those sounds needed to be put out of its misery.

The man sighed and stood up. Having to bash the brains of a puppy in, which had probably been hit by a car, was not, in fact, what he liked to do on Valentine's Day. He had only written that on an internet questionnaire for fun once. The man sighed again. Either he had to leave the city or make a move on his bird soon. He couldn't continue like this. It was getting beyond pathetic to spend the night doing personality quizzes. Especially as the last one had sorted him into something called Hufflepuff. Slade didn't know what that was, but it sounded silly. He probably shouldn't have chosen black and yellow as his favorite colors but it was the closest to his own… maybe it had something to do with choosing the badger as a favorite animal too? Slade rather liked badgers. Vicious creatures. Never let go when they had gotten a good bite in.

As soon as he set foot outside, he noticed that the sound was coming from a nearby roof. This was strange, but the cruelty of man no longer surprised the mercenary. He quickly made his way up and swung himself up on the last ledge. He almost fell down again when he was suddenly face-to-face with a wild-looking creature that seemed to be grinning like the Cheshire cat. That was not the only thing cat-like about the young man. His pupils, his movements, and, above all, the very pleased purring now emitting from the boy, were also clear signs.

Robin was ecstatic. He had come! He was here! He moved back a little to let the larger male enter his territory. The man was wary, Robin noticed, and he suddenly realized that his chosen mate might think that he wanted to challenge him. That was unacceptable of course, as the last thing the teen wanted to do was fight. He quickly sank to his knees and started to butt the man's metal shin guards with his head.

Slade looked down on the half-naked teen and was glad that he was wearing a mask, so no one could see him gaping. Who in the world… what in the world…?

The build, the hair and the green tights suddenly came together and formed a picture.

"Robin?"

The creature looked up and nodded with a grin, making a very happy little mewling sound as he continued to rub himself against the man's legs.

Robin was glad the man had said his name. He loved it when he did. He tried to say it back, but it didn't quite sound as it usually did. Slade was standing very still, though. Was he still worried about getting attacked? A part of Robin preened at the thought, but, of course, calming his mate was essential, or the actual mating might be violent. Not that he minded a bit of that… To calm Slade down even more, Robin threw himself on his back in front of him.

Slade was on the verge of freaking out at the teen's sudden move. Robin was writhing on the ground in front of him, practically rolling from side to side, mewling like he was in pain, although it was very clear he wasn't. Flipping over to his hands and knees, the teen then pushed his ass up in the air as far as it would go, wriggling it in the man's direction and stared imploringly at him over his shoulder, backing up closer to Slade when the man still didn't move.

It was a very perfect ass. Small, round, firm… Slade felt the palms of his hands tingle. Robin made a distressed little noise and rolled over on his back again, spreading his legs wide and reaching up toward the man with his hands.

Well. The boy wasn't subtle, that's for sure.

Was his mate stupid, Robin asked himself? But, finally, Slade kneeled down, at least. Instead of ripping Robin's tights off and burying himself to the hilt, he just grabbed the teen's jaw, though. Robin arched up at just being touched and showed as much throat as he could in submission. The man seemed more interested in his eyes, however.

"Robin? Can you understand me?"

Yes! the Titan nodded as much as he could.

"What happened? Can you talk?"

Yes, but I don't wanna talk, I wanna FUCK! Robin said, at least in his own head. What came out were mainly growls.

"So that's a no, then…" Slade muttered.

Robin, desperate to move things along, sat up and licked him.

They both drew back, Robin smacking his lips and frowning, and Slade trying to process the fact that… no, he just couldn't even think about it right now.

The teen looked up and understood what the problem was. How silly. Slade was still wearing his mask. He reached up and scratched at it.

"No," the man said sternly, making Robin pull away again and duck down a little.

But you got to take off that thing to kiss me! Don't worry… I won't tell…

The sound from Robin, first a little annoyed and pleading before morphing into a seductive purr full of promises, was not lost on the man. He thought he understood the gist of it, but that didn't mean he agreed.

"Robin, something has happened, possibly something dangerous. I would not mind screwing your little hopefully-temporary-deranged brains out, but I have to make sure you won't suddenly die on me first. Stay here."

Slade left to go back to his lair to fetch some lab-equipment and possibly contact the Titans. He didn't want Robin to know where this place was, though, because he quite liked it. It lacked a certain amount of cog-wheels, but if was homey instead. And the best thing about it, of course, was that the Titans hadn't found it yet. Oh, and free cable.

Stay? STAY? What did Slade think he was? A dog? Robin hissed in annoyance.

The mercenary opened the door, glanced behind him and walked in. Robin was standing in front of him.

"How… where… how did you get in here?" Slade stuttered. Except that the man never stuttered. Ever. So whoever listening must be mistaken.

Through the door, of course… you held it open for me! Very gentlemanly… Robin purred. I like that… but you can be rough with me… here… want me against this wall? Or this one? Or the floor?

Slade watched as the teen pressed himself chest first against one wall and then another, pushing his ass out as far as it would go. And it would go far… and Slade wanted to follow it all the way… when the teen was about to fall on the floor again, the man tried to get his wits together and grabbed his arm. The pleased sound as he dragged Robin into his lair would hunt his wet dreams for the rest of his life.

He needed to get to the bottom of this, no pun intended, and if anyone knew what the hell was going on, it would be the hero's friends.

Slade sat down at his computer terminal and instantly had a squirming and purring teen in his lap. He tried everything to make the boy leave for the amount of time it took to make the call, even going as far as scrounging up pieces of paper and throwing them for the teen to chase. That only worked for the first ten times, however. Locking him up somewhere seemed like a good idea, until Slade realized that the only doors with locks had them for a reason; they contained sensitive, important and expensive things. He didn't want to take the risk.

As Robin seemed pretty calm at the moment, just purring and pawing at Slade's chest leisurely, his head tucked under the man's chin, he decided to make the call.

As the communication-link opened, the Titan's sitting-room came into view, and all the Titans, except Robin of course, and for some reason that green one, were present and stared up at him.

Slade stared back, as coldly and controlled as he could.

"Hello Titans. Lost something?"

"R-robin?" The ugly alien looked upset.

"We were worried, man!" the tin-man yelled, for some reason addressing his leader instead of Slade.

"What happened?" Ah, the goth-girl. The only one, apart from Robin, who seemed to have a brain. At least she wasn't loud and annoying.

"Meow?"

"When did you get a pink cat?" Slade asked and then took in the rest of the room. The man almost terminated the call. "What happened to you? Were you attacked?" All that pink was clearly somehow connected to pure evil. Slade shivered.

"Valentine's Day Tamaranian style happened," Cyborg said.

"The pink cat is Beast Boy. He can't turn back. We believe he was poisoned by a Tamaranian chocolate recipe," Raven told the villain.

Slade raised an eyebrow behind his mask. It was clear the group was in shock. Not one of them had yet to yell-

"Let Robin go you bastard!"

Ah. There it was.

"I'm afraid he has decided to stay, for now. I can't get rid of him," Slade told the yelling waste-of-metal. "Have you come up with an antidote yet?"

"Like we would tell you, you-"

"Cyborg, be quiet."

The goth again. Slade quite liked her, he decided, if only in a platonic sense of the word.

There were no platonic sensations about the way Robin's ass rubbed against his groin, though.

"Thank you, Raven. I'm not holding him hostage, but he seems to be… acting very peculiarly."

"He only had one box of chocolates, Beast Boy had three. Cyborg has run some tests and it doesn't seem to be harmful. All results indicate that they should both be back to normal as soon as the substance leaves their system."

"Good, that's all I needed to know," Slade nodded.

"Now," Raven interrupted him before he had an opportunity to close the link. "About letting Robin go…?"

"Oh, I have no intention of doing that… at least not yet," Slade smirked. "Oh and-" he searched for the name for a moment, "Starfire?"

"…yes…?" the redheaded girl, who had been very quiet and sad-looking, glanced up at him.

"Thank you. Expect a large bouquet of flowers shortly," Slade smirked and ended the call.

"Now… what to do with you?" he leered at Robin, who only made a hopeful little sound and pushed himself harder against the man's groin. "Brilliant idea. Just a moment." He stood up, making Robin slide off his lap to the boy's annoyance. Slade then made a short phone-call to a florist and then looked down at the teen clinging to him, seemingly trying to get off on his leg. "I think I'd better put you to bed…"

As soon as Robin spotted the bedroom, he tore himself away from Slade and rushed in, throwing himself on the bed and rolled around, reveling in the way the man's scent covered him. Now he just needed to be covered by the real thing as well.

"Sex burns a lot of calories, Robin, and since that should burn the chocolate-chemicals as well; let's fuck some sense into you," Slade smirked.

Robin wasn't sure exactly what the man was talking about, but he still agreed.

The teen's pupils dilated until they were nearly round again, making his eyes look almost completely black, as he took in the sight of his chosen mate taking off his armor. Slade wasn't quick about it though, not quick enough for Robin at least, and his body shook with excitement.

"You know that you are going to hate me in the morning, right?" the man chuckled.

I'll hate you now if you don't hurry! Robin answered with an irritated yowl.

"If you are in such a rush, why don't you remove your tights?" the man suggested.

You are a genius! Always thought you were, actually… did I ever tell you that? No, I think I remember mostly snarling at you for some reason… well, no matter… Robin chattered excitedly as he quickly pulled off his trousers. Am I pretty? he added. I'm gonna make myself look good for you! he then purred and lifted a leg so he could curl in and lick his inner thigh.

Slade's mask had not been designed to drool through. This was perfectly understandable, since Slade never drooled. Ever. At the moment, however, he experienced a highly increased production of saliva and he had some trouble swallowing. That was all.

"I might go to hell for this… but I'll never regret it…" the man mumbled, and tore his top off, quickly followed by his trousers.

Robin made a low, awed sound deep in his throat, and his eyes looked huge in the teen's angled, naturally catlike face.

Slade smirked and entered the bed, which made the teen crawl away a little bit.

"Suddenly shy?" the man chuckled darkly. "Here kitty-kitty-kitty…"

Robin was shy, or at least a bit overwhelmed. His submissive instincts had kicked in full force now, and he didn't dare do anything too aggressive. He slowly, slowly crept closer, and Slade, enjoying the almost hypnotizing hold he seemed to have on the teen, kept still. For now.

Robin started sniffing the kneeling man, up and down and up again, the small puffs of air, driving Slade nearly insane. Then a small pink tongue darted out and licked at the man's neck. Apparently deeming this enough foreplay, Robin turned around and presented his very pretty little behind to the man once more. The look the teen shot over his shoulder was very demanding.

"You make me feel cheap..." the mercenary muttered. "But very well… if it's fucked you want to be, it's fucked you're going to get." Slade reached for a bottle of oil which just happened to be on his nightstand, with no connection to the paper towels next to it, or TV on the wall in front of the bed, whatsoever. The TV, that just happened to be hooked up to a surveillance-camera or two in Titans Tower. In Robin's bedroom. But, as clearly stated just now; the oil just happened to be there.

He slicked up a finger and gently prodded the teen's entrance, which, as Robin had spread his knees and bent forward on his elbows, was in perfect view. As Slade was being careful, Robin just pushed back. As the teen seemed eager for more already, the man added a finger, which was greatly appreciated. A third one as well.

Come on! Fuck me already! I don't want your short fingers, I want that long, thick cock! Robin complained.

Again, Slade had no trouble understanding him.

Robin took the cock like a pro, while still being as tight as the virgin Slade suspected, and hoped, he was. Mere enthusiasm couldn't begin to describe Robin's view on fucking in general and being fucked by Slade in particular. He met every thrust, constantly begging for more, and the man was happy to provide. Very happy.

Robin was soon pushed up against the wall, much like in the hallway earlier, but kneeling on the bed, crying out with every thrust.

"This… is… better than… a card, isn't it?" Slade growled in his ear, getting a long affirmative yowl as an answer.

Soon thereafter Robin decorated part of that wall in a very nice, off-white color. Slade deposited his load in a somewhat less public place a moment later.

As soon as Slade's member slid out of his body, Robin flopped on his side and curled in to lick himself clean. He could. Slade was envious. That faded soon enough, however, as the boy continued to lick him clean as well, completely unconcerned by any ick-factor.

As they both were clean, and half hard again, Robin returned to lie beside the man and started to paw at his mask, making sad mewling sounds.

"Well… perhaps I should. Maybe you will hate me a little bit less in the morning if you actually get something out of it… apart from a good fuck, that is." Slade said, almost to himself, except… yes, you guessed it; Slade never spoke to himself.

He took the mask off, to Robin's great delight, and a lick on Slade's lips turned into a full kissing session. This turned into the missionary position. And then a sixty-nine. And then that developed into a 'cow-girl' position, although Slade was unsure if that term really applied here.

An attempt to freshen up failed as the shower-wall was christened as well, and then it was back to bed for another missionary, although no missionary had ever sounded the way Robin did.

"MEEEEOOOOOWWW! OOOOWWW! OOOhhh… oh… oh… gawd... eees… yes… yes… yes! SLADE!" Another stain was added to the covers.

Slade hadn't missed that Robin suddenly was a bit more verbally advanced. If only a little. His eyes had also returned to normal.

The man sighed on the inside. Fun's over. Back to snarling and kicking.

"Oh, god, Slade that was awesome…" Robin panted, his eyes half closed.

Or maybe not, Slade's mind added hopefully.

"Glad to oblige."

"Give me… five minutes and you can oblige me again," the teen grinned.

"Five? I can be ready in four," Slade smirked.

"Three," Robin challenged.

"You're on."

Two minutes later they were both deeply asleep, but they made up for that the next morning.

When Robin limped back to the Tower the next evening, Beast Boy had turned green again, but it was to be over a week until he could turn back to his old, annoying self. The meta-human then swore off chocolate forever, which lasted for about two hours.

Robin had, in the same spirit of self-improvement, decided to swear off sleeping with villains. Robin was stubborn and had amazing will-power, so he lasted almost three hours. Then Slade called.

The End.

A/N. I warned you. Didn't I warn you? Well, I don't much like warnings, anyway. That's why I have many broken, mentally unstable readers, but hell… they give the best reviews… ;) See… a challenge! Prove yourself! –grin-