Sorry this took so long to update, but my muse was acting up. I haven't been able to write anything for awhile….

Disclaimer: I do not own Chrono Crusade, however I do own Ted my evil butterfly…. How that has anything to do with anything, I have no idea.

Chapter Two:

Part One: Just a Dreamer I

He had been walking through shadows since he had left the world he had grown up in. There was no one to accompany him, it was cold, and he was hungry. Still, no thoughts of turning back entered his mind.

Behind him was a world where his own father, his very own flesh and blood, had lied and betrayed him. Back there, there was nothing but coldness, deceit, and bad memories. And so he had decided to leave that place, and search for the only person who meant anything to him know: his mother.

So now, he was walking between worlds. He should have been alone. No one traveled Outworld like this. But he was not alone.

As he walked, he saw a light. As he got closer, he realized it was a column of light, and trapped inside that column, was a girl.

She was blonde and tall and slender. Aside from what looked like a gossamer shawl, she was naked. Her skin was white, so much so that she looked as if she were made of ivory.

There was something wrong with the light. Not like the shadows. The shadows were soft and harmless, while the light was sharp and somehow colder that the rest of this in-between place.

He reached into the column and grabbed the girl by the wrists. Her skin was deathly cold. He pulled her gently into his arms. He wrapped them around her slender form. He felt her awaken, and shudder against him. She is my destiny, he thought without knowing why.

The light seemed to groan and shake. It seemed angry. But it also seemed to have lost its power. The shadows were moving in on it, consuming it. Soon, there was nothing left.

Shadows began to surround the two people as well. He looked around as the shadows nudged the girl. They were strangely warm were they touched his skin. They began to pull the girl away from him. He instinctively held her tighter at first. But he knew, just as he had known that the light had been bad, these shadows could help this girl. He let her go and watched as the shadows enveloped her in what was almost a loving embrace.

More shadows began to surround him. He suddenly felt very tired. He closed his eyes, and then—

Well, I'm just gonna end it here….

Just kidding !

(I'm such a bitch . )

I feel bad for being mean…. So….

HEREZ A BUNNY!

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Yea! Now back to the story!

Part Two:

The Morning After

I

Paden slowly opened his eyes. Sarena's gonna kill me for sleeping so late, he thought. Then he realized he had no idea were he was.

He sat bolt upright. A shock of pain went up his spine into his forehead. He clapped a hand to his face, and moaned. He swayed on the spot- but he stayed upright. As soon as the room wasn't spinning, he took a look around.

The room was small, and sparsely furnished. There was a small bedside table to his right, next to a window, and a small dresser to his left, by the door. He was wearing a lose fitting nightshirt and lose fitting pants. His own clothes had been set out for him. They were washed and repaired were they had been ripped in the previous night's fight. He got up and changed, leaving the nightclothes folded neatly on the bed. He hurt everywhere, but that was what he got for using the gift. He walked out the door, not knowing what exactly he was going to do next.

II

"Well, I still don't see why he has to be here…" Remington said, slumping in his chair. Sister Kate walked up behind him, and said sternly, "It is our duty to look after the unfortunate— " She walked to the front of the chair and looked Remington in the eye. "… No matter what our past experiences have been with them."

Remington sighed and put his head in his hands. He didn't dare argue with Sister Kate about Paden. It wouldn't do any good. He new she was right about the part about helping people, but for goodness sake, this was Paden they were talking about here!

"Well?" Sister Kate asked.

"Well what?" Father Remington mumbled, his hand still in front of his face.

Sister Kate raised an eyebrow. "Rosary?" she said.

Remington sat up in his chair. He shook his head, stood up, and walked briskly out of the room. He had actually forgotten to check up on Rosary this morning, even after last night. What in the world was going on with him lately?

The answer was simple: Paden.

III

Paden was walking down a hallway. He passed about five nuns as he walked. They glanced at him out of the corners of their eyes. Paden ignored them; he was used to this by now.

He didn't now were he was going, but he had to go some were. He passed a few doors, but none seemed right. Then he heard singing. It was low and distant, but getting closer. As he came to a door that was smaller than the rest, he stopped. This was the door. He knew it. Why it was or what it was he didn't now. All he new was it was the door. He opened it.

And there she was.

IV

Remington walked towards the room were he was sure he would find Rosary: the reading room. He had never in his life met someone who was so in love with books. She had probably read at lest half of the books in that room.

He smiled. Rosary had that effect on him. She had that effect on everyone. She was just that type of person. She could just cheer you up like that, because she was just a really good person.

Remington's smile faded. That's why what happened to her a year ago was so awful.

V

There she was, in a burst of sunlight, so different from the cold light of that in-between place. She sat on a window seat with an open book in her lap. Her attention was on the window, her low clear song drifted through the room. Then she heard the door open.

She stopped singing Her head turned and her long golden hair sparkled. Her radiant blue green eyes turned to Paden's, and he felt a quivering sensation in the area of his stomach. My god, she's so beautiful, he thought.

And then she spoke.

VI

Rosary had lost interest in her book as the sun roes over the trees and filled the room. It made he think of the old song Grammy used to sing when she was making breakfast. She didn't even notice she was singing until she stopped.

She heard the door open, and someone walk in. she turned. It was that boy, the one she remembered, and somehow couldn't remember. "Good morning," she said.

He just stood there, so she said, " Thanks for saving me last night." For a another second, he still didn't say anything. And then:

"What makes you think I saved you?" It was stupid, there was no reason to try and hide his gift, but still, he did.

Rosary blinked. "Well, you must have done something. I mean, I was dead. And if your trying to tell me that Azmaria or Remington did something…" She trailed off. " Look. Whatever you did, I can't thank you enough. I thought I was really done for this time."

"Well I—" Paden began before he realized everything she had just said. "Wait… What do you mean this time?"

"I mean I've died before—" Rosary said before the opening door interrupted her.

Note 1: Okay, I now the thing about Remington and Paden makes no sense, but I'm not even sure what happened between them.