A.N. Well hello again folks. Been awhile hasn't it. I guess I should probably introduce you to my newest creation. It's a songfic to Nickleback's song Savin' Me off their new C.D. All the Right Reasons (I don't own it) I think the circumstances are fairly self explanatory but if you don't get it tell me and I'll clarify it for you. Telling it here would wreck the plot.

Note: Italic's memory, bold lyrics, normal story, and Bold Italics dream

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Disclaimer: Don't own the characters or the song. The plot however is mine.

Nickleback - Savin' Me

We lost. The great unstoppable, ambitious human race had lost. We'd won the battle but had never stood a chance in the war. Once lush grasslands lay barren and parched cracks breaking the fragile soil, unchallenged wind whipping it up into the air. All of Earth looked like this now, the only life the odd hardy plant determinedly holding its ground, or the track of one of the many starving predators searching for a meal.

Cities were skeleton, glass windows echoing lost and broken dreams. Steel beams and towers swayed in the wind. Cars sat rusting on the curbs, and papers blew around like frolicking ghosts. Boney dogs wandered the streets now left for dead when their owners abandoned the city in search of some sort of safe haven. They were dangerous, not only reverting to more feral instincts but also lacking the respectful fear of humans that their wild brethren processed. Nothing lived in this city, in a toxic, garbage filled bay on a rocky island stood a giant tower, its proud windows shattered and the gleaming steel turrets and the hopes they represented were spotted with rust. It creaked ominously in a strong wind and ghosts danced through its corridors. Skeletons rested where they had fallen, a testament to the battle that its occupants had fended off before fleeing to safety with the rest of the population. Or so the world believed.

If one stood on the top of the tower you could see one of the safe havens that humanity had carved out for them-selves. The force-field around it shimmered with a soft silver blue light and the sky scrapers that it housed were as proud as those of the original city had been. On the roof facing this new city stands a statue. He is crouched down easily on the ledge the buffeting winds not even seeming to touch him. Gaze locked on the new city filled with a mixture of bitterness and anger causing one to wonder what artist reflected in its carving. Suddenly the wind gusts and a few locks of hair sway revealing that this isn't a statue at all, but instead, a man. He blinks then rises. His movements causing the dirt that coats him to loosen and shake off revealing emerald skin underneath. He is lean as a whip the harsh conditions out here having weathered him down to sinew and bone. Toned his body and tempered his mind so that if those who had once known him met him today they wouldn't recognise him. Under Nature's harsh rule he had thrived, being the only person capable of not only surviving the new climate but also the multitude of viruses and diseases that had bloomed up during the fighting, killing as many as the war had.

Sending a last look at the city in the distance he turned away and crossed the roof, either not noticing of refusing to acknowledge the rubble strewn around him. The once proud and bright black and yellow T off the inhabitants of this tower had been defiled by the elements and the war itself. When he reached the other side of the roof he stops and looks out over his realm. The crumbling walls and broken glass, broken dreams and the ghosts of memories and better days were his people now. None of his thoughts reflected in his eyes though, they were cold and hard as the land around him and the bitter as the wind blowing towards the sea. With a twist of his lips he shook his head and dove off the edge of the tower, the wind cynically cold on his cheeks as he surrenders to instinct and memory.

Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'

The teen was in the middle of the street, his body covered and dirt and blood, bruises marring his otherwise emerald features. Every muscle within his lean frame screaming from the stress and strain that he'd put them under for the inhabitants of this city, at the danger he'd gone into at the words of his leader. The street around him was cracked and broken, the stress of the unintended traffic, and the strange new alien climate taking their toll on the once pristine black pavement. Around him doors were open on buildings and windows were already broken. A dry dusty wind danced around him exploring the city behind him. Before him was a silver blue wall, on the other side was peace, and safety. Through the glow he could see them.

Them! The ones he had trusted the ones he had laid his life on the lines for. They were stepping out of the large black chopper that had just landed. As always he was the first one off, glaringly bright suit ripped and torn and covered in dust. His mask was as it always was though even from this distance the teen could see the fatigue around his leaders' eyes. His usually gelled black hair hung limp and windblown around his face the odd curl daring to show itself and the owner to tired bother with it. Next was the alien. She wasn't from earth yet because of that her differences were acceptable in the almost medieval superstition that had infected the population. The green teen's blood roared at the injustice though it wasn't at her that his anger was directed. Third was a tall broad black man, his cbernetic parts glittered under the shields light. He too was acceptable to the people because he was an essence of their technology and the people understood that. Finally, her dark blue cloak wrapped tightly around herself the only indicator of self-consciousness she stepped out of the chopper. Her hood was up but he could tell by the body language that she was exhausted, both mentally and physically.
Oh, I reach for you

The teen collapsed onto his knees in disbelief as he watched the choppers blades stop and the pilots crawl out of the cockpit. As the ground crews hustled to chain the chopper down, he stared on in disbelief while a part of his mind accepted that he known that they weren't coming back for him. It had been said in the sadness of the pilots' eyes when they'd taken off, and in the unease in the movements and motions of the mayor and police chief when they'd climbed aboard as well. A shout slid from his lips as he watched his family slowly disappear one by one into a waiting car and he dropped onto his stomach as the door was closed on them. Though no sound reached him through the shield his mind supplied the noise of a cell door closing. Tears filled his eyes and from his position on the ground his arm reached out, sore raw fingers held out in a plea that would never be answered as the car began to move away…

…The man snarled at the memory and just before he hit the fast approaching ground, with a survival instinct that had lain unnoticed before his sentence, at the last possible moment his body blurred and a green eagle with a white head took his place. With an almost imperceptible tilt of the wings he changed directions, wingtips just brushing the surface of the water as he suddenly began to hurtle up.

Well I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come please I'm callin'
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin'
Riding the wind current the green bird soared over the abandoned husk of Jump City. As he flew his sharp eyes glancing over the rubble as well as the odd skeleton that still remained. He knew the destruction to well now and over the years he had come to take as little notice of it as he used to take of grass and trees. Suddenly he spotted what he'd been searching for, swinging around he circled once and then focusing in on it he shifted into the smaller more agile form of a hawk. He tucked his wings in close to his body and flew like a bullet towards the ground.

… "Titan's Go!" a tall brunette called as the teens assembled behind him sprang into action. Over the sounds of explosions and blows the familiar comments slipped in and out as though they weren't fighting for their lives.

"Come on show Cy what you got!" a tall black teen said as he pummelled his fist repeatedly into his opponent. He was a both a close quarters and a range fighter but due to a lack of natural speed he preferred to use his sonic cannon but he was tough enough to take and give hits that were only second in strength to the alien girl above him that was their air support. She fought her battles above the ground in a deadly dance whether fighting close to her opponent of blowing them away with a well placed starbolt she was a fearsome sight.

"You chose a unfortunate time to harm our home." She said as she wove her way around the two robots who tried to shot her down. One landed a hit and the red-head fell to the ground momentarily stunned. She sat up groggily and quickly covered her head with her arms as they fired at her again. When the dust shifted they paused as they saw the black shield that was fading from around the alien beauty. The two robots hesitated confused when a voice came from behind them in an icy monotone.

"No one hurts my friends." They turned to see a girl rise up and when she raised her head her eyes were glowed a searing white, "Azerath. Mentrion. Zinthos." She raised her arms and two boulders glowed black and rose from the ground crushing the attackers between them.

"Yo Dude, you need to take a bath." A small teenage boy said from the ground as he cast a smug look at the villain who turned to see who had spoken and was rewarded by being pushed off the bridge into the river by a large ram's boney horns where he exploded with the sharp crack of electricity in water.

"You aren't going to win." The brunette said as he danced in a deadly duet with his opponent, avoiding fatal blows with an uncanny speed. There was a muffled shout as the green teen was thrown a hundred yards down the bridge. He pulled himself onto his hands and knees and shook his head trying to clear it. He looked up and watched as his friends fought each with their own skills and each completely focused on the battle at hand. Once more he was the first one out of the fight...

The hawk flared its wings and opened its talons wide catching the unfortunate rodent easily he took off without stopping simply flapping his wings and using his remaining momentum to change directions, the lifeless body clutched in the iron grip of his talons. He took to the skies searching for a suitable place to eat his meal.
Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be

He dropped onto an abandoned roof top near the south side of town. From here he could over look the fire gutted shells of buildings that had once been homes and businesses. They'd been burned during the war, over a hundred houses gone in hours, putting over two hundred people, mostly families on the streets. That was when they decided to move people to the safe haven. That was when they had secretly begun the culling. Still in a Hawk form he began to tear at the rodent, devouring it quickly and efficiently, eating everything except a few scraps of fur and a few other things which were indigestible. The hawk hopped along the edge of the building then shifted back into a man sitting on the edge, feet dangling. He could feel another memory coming and with a sigh he pushed it away turning his face slightly into the prevailing wind, it rustled through his thick wild locks once a pure emerald they were now threaded with black and red. He leaned back on his elbows turning his face to the sun now sitting almost at its pinnacle, the warmth was comforting and he closed his eyes for a moment.

This was one of the few simple things that he took pleasure in anymore, a meal in his stomach, no matter how pitiful and the warmth of the sun on his face. There wasn't anything else to be had, he hadn't had any communication with a human in years except for the odd group of fighters that slipped out of the safe haven every now and then to collect data from the old city. Once in awhile they would contact him to do some scavenging for them if they believed that it would take some time to find the items. Time that they couldn't spend safely outside the shield without fatal side effects, effects he was immune to.

His lips twitched in a wry smile as he watched a tuff of fur from his meal dance away over the roof. He wasn't sorry for that. Over the years the people within the shield had taken to treating him like an animal, no better then a dog that spent all its time waiting to please its master. He was bitter and resentful about not being allowed to enter the city, about not being allowed to say good bye to his friends but it given the choice now he doubted that he would want to enter the shield now. He'd become accustomed to the harsh beauty of the lands encroaching on his empty city and as lonely as he was he wasn't worried about being alone. He had reluctantly begun to treasure his solitude, even considering avoiding the odd patrol that ventured out of the shield but there was more in this graveyard then just him and they patrols were either to arrogant or to foolish to realise the danger that they would undoubtedly place themselves in. But still… he sighed. He missed his friends, he missed them so badly sometimes…

…Emerald eyes were focused on the phone with the intensity of an addict on a drug just out of reach. They were in a face too thin and belonged to a body nearly at the point of starving. He wasn't used to fending for himself in conditions like these, he wasn't used to being by himself and a part of his mind was still convinced that it had been a mistake and that they would phone him soon and tell him that they were sending a chopper to pick him up and bring him inside. He would spend hours sitting in that same position waiting for a call that never came only leaving to find the first edible thing that came to hand before running back inside terrified that he'd missed it. The one call that could have saved him from this wretched existence and show him that he hadn't been forgotten. When the first call came he was so excited that he'd been sent into the first of many depressions when it was only an order for him to bring all blueprints in city hall to the gate in the shield. That was it, just an order, no how are you, nothing but "Bring the blueprints from City Hall." He had of course, in a blind stupor vaguely hoping that they would let him inside but instead all the gate did was open wide enough for the rolled up papers then shut behind them.
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me
The man dropped off the roof onto the shattered pavement below. Once the fall, over three stories would have injured him, maybe even killed him, however he'd long since learned the art of landing. He knew every back alley of the cities skeleton by heart and there wasn't anything that he couldn't find if necessary. He strolled down the streets, a Lord patrolling his border. As he moved there was a lethal grace about it, as though his muscles were liquid steel as they rippled under his skin easily visible dressed as he was in only a torn pair of jeans. The soles of his feet toughened with years of travelling over these sharp edged streets. He steps were silent as a stalking panthers and though his thoughts were far away his senses were on alert. Nothing on the streets that knew him would dare challenge the green man but habit had turned into an instinct that would not be forgotten. The dry wind blowing seaward carried with it the scents of the creatures it had passed whispering their story and it's own to his nose. The soft creaks, whistles and groans of the buildings around him told him of creatures that drifted through their halls.

He paused in the centre of the street his mind focusing once more as he heard the rap of steps where footsteps should not have been. His eyes narrowed and the emerald orbs flashed as they swept the area. Another patrol, no there hadn't been one in years. Swiftly he followed the sound back to its source, every step and movement controlled to the hair. He wove through crumbling brickwork and falling timbers silent as a shadow. Suddenly he paused and looked up at the ceiling catching a glimpse of a shadow dashing into another doorway and slowly he followed it. The thrill of the stalk rushed though his veins and he moved on after it. Carefully he made his way though the tumbled interior of the shop. Chairs were over turned and shattered and the floor was littered by the merchandise that had once filled the shelves. Nothing but him breathed in the show room so he carefully wove through the debris towards the back room searching for the person that was what it had to be. Nothing else had that two beat gait.

Slowly he eased into the back room of the store his eyes adjusting to the dark and his senses sharpening to aid him. He saw the black form against the far wall, it was darker then the darkness that surrounded it and he listened but he heard no breathing form it, no heart beat. A low growl started unconsciously in his throat as his skin began to crawl at the aura the thing gave off. Slowly the black thing turned around and he snarled lower in his chest a warning rumble that wouldn't be silenced. The things burning red eyes focused on him then widened in surprise and it took a step back as well clearly it hadn't expected to encounter another living thing. Its form seemed to flicker and shift before his eyes never the same shape never still it seemed to seethe with a restless energy. Suddenly the red eyes faded to white and a startled voice came so heart breaking familiar from this shadow without a mouth to speak just before the flicked out like a ghost. "You're alive!"

Heaven's gates won't open up for me
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you
These city walls ain't got no love for me
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I'm callin'
And all I need from you
Hurry I'm fallin'
The man stood in his lair on the west side of town. He could have moved into any of the lush mansions that dotted the rich side of the city or any building that might have caught his fancy, even the mall if he'd felt like it. He hadn't. Occasionally he would stay in one of the abandoned houses in the city, when the mood took him or the need arose. Once the reality that he was trapped in a life sentence had settled on him and he'd given into it. Abandoning the red phone he had clung to in the early days he'd wandered the city. A crew had shown up a few days later and had given him a small brown paper wrapped package. Inside had been the magic key to the city. The dead city had been given to him. On his bitter days when he managed to see the ironic side of his situation, he told himself that he'd make a killing on the market if the people every left the safe haven and returned. Those were the good days. The bad days weren't worth mentioning or even remembering.

Instead to pass the time he'd built a house. It wasn't anything spectacular and he'd made improvements to it over the years. He'd scrounged and scavenged from across the city to build it. The original structure had been red bricks held together by his fourth attempt to figure out how to make cement. The first three attempts now served as rock hard blobs out in front of it in various stages of success. Originally it had been a square one room thing with a tin roof supported by steel beams. As the years progressed and he had more time on his hands as he'd learned how little he truly needed to eat in order to survive, which meant less searching for food, he'd altered the original design. Enlarging it and making it a round hut shape he'd redone the roof and created a small smoke hole in it cleverly sheltered and hidden in case he'd ever wanted a fire. Beams crisscrossed the ceiling under the cone shaped roof. Supporting a half loft made of three layer of plywood where a pile of blankets scavenged from various malls and houses thrown on some stolen cushions made his bed. A pair of tires hung from the ceiling suspended by yellow rope made chairs and a piece of plywood on a hinge with a fold down leg made a table if he desired one. More cushions laid along the east wall formed a sort of couch and a large wooden trunk stored his few treasured possessions. He'd added rooms and usually had at least one in progress but none of them were actually connected to the original structure. More like a separate house ten feet away. It was in an unusual location one that he'd chosen for its geographical features rather then its location in comparison to his main scavenging grounds which were nowhere close by. Some instinct had driven him to make his lair here and to hide it well which he had done as best as he could. He had others strewn about the city but this was his first and his favourite.

It was where he had fled to now, confused and wary of the strange creature that had invaded his territory. It had seemed vaguely familiar to him yet at the same time totally forign. He walked to the steel bound trunk and twisting in the combination on the lock he opened the lid and withdrew a battered photo album. The once impeccable black leather surface with the proud yellow T in the center was as sacred and worn as the man holding it. Reverently he flipped it open and ran his finger gently over each face in the photographs and other memorabilia that was tuck within the thick white sheets of paper. Every picture led to a memory in his thoughts but he wasn't interested in them he flipped through it searching for the one picture that he craved. Finally he found it.

A woman sat in a lotus position each ankle resting on opposing thigh. She was clad in a black leotard and her dark blue and black cloak hung to the ground below her. Her eyes were closed and her body relaxed head bowed forward slightly. Above her rose an ebony shadow that sucked all the light around it away creating a white outline around it. It appeared faintly bird like, a dark bird, a raven. It's hard eyes glowing white and fierce over some great distance that was beyond the mortal plain that he and the others could see. At the time he'd thought he'd been so sneaky taking a picture while his team-mate had been distracted and didn't see him. Only later did he discover that the ebony projection of his friends' soul-self had only been captured on his camera film because she had allowed him to capture it. Why he had never figured out but then, she had always enjoyed confusing him.

Could it have been? He wondered his eyes narrowed in consideration at the prospect of it. Suddenly his eyes flickered to the right as thought he could see through the thick brick walls into the night beyond it. With a decisive movement he stood and replaced the photo album in the trunk and silently shut the lid, snapping the lock back into place. He turned, his head cocked to one side as he heard that strange sound again, soft and fleeting, a sound that wasn't a part of his city, it that gave the impression of something darting from one source of cover to another. Moving too fast for the eye to follow, a blur of sound like a blur to the eye. His dark green lips drew back in a half snarl that revealed glitteringly white canines that were both too long and too sharp to be human. He turned in a half circle tracking the sound as it darted around behind him checking the exterior of the building. It stopped with him facing the single heavy vault like steel door. It had taken him days to haul the door to this place but he was most proud of it. Suddenly he didn't believe that it would be much of a barrier against what was standing on the other side of the door. He scented the air and caught a faint scent hanging in the air that drifted in through the smoke hole from the creature that had run past it. It was smoky and soft like rainfall at twilight, mysterious and sensual. His eyes narrowed, as his body tensed. Then the sound came again, this time moving away from the small hut in the middle of nowhere back towards the glittering dome on the other side of the dead city.

The man sat down, adrenaline slowly draining away and being replaced by a feeling that he couldn't explain. Almost like a sense of abandonment that he could trace back to the source. He kicked dirt over his fire killing the dancing flames and the flickering light. In the darkness he leapt easily into his loft bed and curled up on the cushions pulling the blankets over his lean frame. His body fell almost instantly asleep with the ease of long practice, his mind on the other hand continued to work and for the first time in five years he dreamed…

He stood on the edge of the tower once more only now the signs of battle and wear were gone. It was pristine in the way that only memories could be. Inside he could hear the sounds of life, people moving, talking living. He knew who they were but the names wouldn't come to him. He heard a car horn behind him and he jumped turning to face a city that was thriving with life and teeming with people each and everyone caught up in their own lives. He could have cried with the sweetness of it.

"Hey man what are you doing up here?" a deep voice asked and he turned to face the speaker but no one was there. flash

He was standing in a long corridor and shadows filled it. There was a movement ahead of him and he saw that it was the shadow from that day. He ran after it and it fled before him just as he was about to catch it the thing would be far ahead of him again. He leaned forward putting more speed into his sprint. Suddenly the shadowy corridor was gone and a woman stood before him, dark blue cloak drawn around her body. He skidded to a stop and as he watched the shadow that he'd chased shrank down into her pale form. He tried to back up but his feet seemed to be frozen to the floor. Slowly the woman raised her head and looked up at him, the hood of her cloak pulled over her head casting her face into shadow. The only features revealed were a pair of violet eyes that widened in surprise at the sight of him.

"It is you, you're alive-"

He sat up on the blankets breathing hard and fast, his heart inside his chest was pounding a mile a minute and a thin layer of sweat slicked his skin from head to toe. He leaned over his crossed legs covering his face with his calloused hands and took a few deep calming breaths as without thought a word he hadn't thought of or spoken since the day his sentence began slid unnoticed from his lips…
Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be

"Raven…" I sat blot upright in my bed as a low masculine voice flirted against my ear. I looked around expecting it to be Nightwing or Cyborg daring to bug me as they did on occasion. No one was there. I looked around momentarily confused and slowly swung my legs over the side of the bed a chill slithering up my spine at the touch of the cold floor on my feet. I cast a glance at the glowing blue numbers of the alarm clock on the side of my bed and felt my jaw drop as I saw the time. 9:00 am! Sending my soul-self through the barrier yesterday must have sapped more energy they I thought. I summoned my cloak from the closet and drew it around my shoulders ignoring the fact that I was dressed only in a pair of baggy silver pyjama pants and a black fitted t-shirt I left my room. There was something that I knew I needed to see by daylight with my own eyes and I didn't want to miss it.

"Hey Rae what're you doing up here?" A buff Blackman asked stepping onto the roof. He was built like a weight lifter or a professional football linebacker, both of which was a contradiction to my 5'5 lightweight dancers build. A breeze ruffled my violet hair teasing a strand to dace across my face. Impatiently I brushed it back and continued my watch. It wasn't a real breeze just as the waves that rolled ceaselessly against the shore weren't real. They were created by cunningly designed and hidden fans and a special wave maker respectively. The barrier didn't allow anything so beautifully, simply complex through. Nor was the golden sun that shone down on the two of us real either. It was filtered through the barrier to minimise UV exposure and the barrier spread the light so that there were no harsh contradictions, no need to wear sunglasses to ease the light. I'd never felt so restless against little things like them before but now they chafed on me like harness leather did on an exhausted horse.

"Hello Rae, you listening to me? I asked you why you're on the roof." Cyborg walked up beside me, his hologram flawless to my eyes. I glanced at him and gave a wry smile.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I responded with the ease of familiarity. He draped an arm over my shoulders, and I shook my head and looked back at the glittering wall of the barrier further out over the water. Beyond it from this angle I could just make out the dilapidated form of the original tower, the home that I still longed for on many occasions.

"Try me." He tone was easy so I did.

"I was out there yesterday." I said softly pointing my chin to the ruins of the city. He looked at me one eyebrow arched.

"You know you're no supposed to do that." He told me and I nodded.

"I saw someone." His blue eyes narrowed as he looked at me puzzled, confused, but not doubting. He knew me well enough to know that I'd seen what I'd seen and I wouldn't tell him otherwise.

"Who?" he voice was soft. Suddenly my eyes caught a movement that they'd been waiting for. I held the binoculars in my hand to my eyes focusing on the distant rooftop. A smile twisted my lips and my shoulders relaxed. I'd been right I had seen him.

"Look at the tower roof, tell me what you see." I told him pushing the button on the binoculars causing them to zoom in close enough now for me to see the man and almost enough for me to see his face.

"Holy-… Is that?..." for once even Cyborg didn't have the words for what the digital zoom of his eye revealed to him.

"That's who I saw."

"It almost doesn't look like him." He murmured and I smiled again.

"Do you know anyone else with green skin?" I asked him when Cyborg answered no there was a hint of awe in his voice. Suddenly he sobered.

"That means that the rumours, about the cullings…" I looked at him for a moment.

"We can't be sure, there are two versions of the story remember, one that he wouldn't come-"

"-and one that they wouldn't let him. I know Rae but… I still have a hard time believing that he would volunteer to stay behind." I nodded as well.

"I know I know but at least we know that he's still alive now." I said softly and Cyborg nodded and sighed in agreement with me. No mater how reluctant it was.

"You're right Rae. You're right." His voice was thick with frustration.

I murmured softly to the distant figure on the roof. "I still can't believe it myself. After all these years you're alive, I just can't believe it…" I

Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

He was crouched on the edge of the roof as he had been sitting for the last few hours. His eyes fixed on the barrier over the water and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was looking directly into a pair of eyes. Slowly he rose stretching the muscles of his back which were only slightly stiff from holding the same crouched position. He cast one last look at the barrier glittering over the water then dove head first over the ledge. He spread his arms wide as though welcoming gravities fatal embrace. Softly as he pelted towards the shattered rock below he thought a word he'd almost forgotten whispered past his ears and at its gentle coxing he pulled out of his dive shrugging off the temptation to accept gravities final kiss.

"…Beast Boy…"
Hurry I'm fallin'

A.N Well that's it review it and tell me what you think of the whole thing. Good bad or piece of crap.

p.s I'm currently stuck once more with writers block so if any of you out there have an idea for a one shot you might want to share let me know!