Story: One Must Always Expect the Unexpected

Author: The Evil Pink Squirrel of Doom

Summery: Susan falls in love with someone who had been right at her side since entering Aslan camp. However, there are many difficulties for a gentle queen and a centaur general. Susan/Oreius.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but if I put on my ruby slippers, and click my heels three times, click…click….click…damn I got nothing, it all still belongs to the god known as C.S. Lewis, and Disney, who seem to own all.

Important Author's Notes: 1) for the flashback, I realize that Susan would have no clue as to the thoughts flying through Oreius's head. However there was so much I wanted to get into this chapter, I felt that the best way for me to do so was to simple do a flashback. 2) Hinds are half human, half deer, and have 7-inch tall horns. The blood of a golden hind was one of the few things that could kill a god in Greek myth. They were silver, bronze, gold, black, or white. If a precious metal color, then there fur was made of that mineral. Thus making them a considered, a prize catch during the hunt. It is believed in some myths that they had the ability to turn into a human.

When Doves Cry

(I don't own Prince either, oh well)

Susan kicked at the white sand beneath her feet at she walked along one of the many sandy shores of Trigan. She

wore a wine colored sleeveless, v-necked dress, which scooped the valley just between her breasts. In her hands, she

carried simple black sandal like heels. Narnia's eldest queen was frustrated beyond belief with no way of fixing the

problem. She sighed into the soft, cool, sweet smelling tropical breeze, and once more went over her problems.

The Splendor Hyaline had reached Trigan just over two weeks prior, and what a boring, maddening two weeks it

had been. From the moment they reached the warm sands of the islands, the crown prince had been giving her, his

utmost attention. He asked to escort her to nearly every meal, meeting, and any other activity which may be taking

place during the day. He was a handsome man, with light blond hair, stunning blue eyes, brood shoulders, well-

tanned skin, and standing at just about six foot three, he was nearly every women's dream man. However, to her,

he was annoying, and arrogant, the opposite of the centaur who invaded her mind every time she closed her eyes.

Many times within the last two weeks, she had found herself drifting off into a fantasy world with the head of her

army. Often times she would do so whilst sitting across from him in the numerous meetings they had to attend.

The General on the other hand, seemed to evade her as if she was a deadly sickness. He had, ever since there last

evening on the ship, treated her just as he had when he first met her, and when she had first been crowned. The

very same treatment he gave her siblings, and other heads-of-state. He did not speak to her without a distinctly

formal tinge to his voice, and never without reason. He had not requested her hand to any activity since escorting

her down to her chambers on board the Splendor. It was as if there actions in front of her quarters that night on the

ship had never occurred and it made her heart break whenever she thought of his disinterest. To make matters

worse, the head advisor for the royal family of the Trigan Islands was a female hind, with whom the general had,

from Susan's understanding been spending most of his free time. It was difficult, and painful for the queen whenever

she saw them running along the shores, from her balcony in the palace, or saw the hinds arm entwined with the

Generals as he lead her to dinner. During which he sat at the opposite end of another long table, which was set up

across the room, from where she, herself sat. She often found herself gazing at Oreius longingly, while he was

speaking with others of his stations "level" as Prince Racine had put it when she had suggest to the prince that perhaps

the general would enjoy perhaps dining with them one evening. "I'm sure he much prefers the company of fellow warriors,

and advisors then us boring royals. Furthermore, my dear, it would just hinder our conversations with the other sovereigns if we

were to invite him to dine with us. Wouldn't you agree?" In response she had just smiled, and nodded as was expected of

her. As she ran his words over in her head yet again, she was reminded just why she disliked the man, he was most

defiantly out of contact with his people, and far to egotistical to be considered even remotely normal.

Mean while, it was difficult for her to be so close and yet so far from the centaur she cherished above all else. She

had tried to speak with him several times since reaching the shores of Trigan and always he gave only a few words,

and quick end to the conversation. One evening, about four days prior, she had asked him if perhaps he would escort

her whilst she went swimming in the ocean on the far side of the island. The conversation had not ended well. Susan

lowered herself to the soft, cool sand of the beach, the tide nipping lightly at her toes, as she stretched her long legs

out, bit by bit, she allowed herself to drift into the dreadfully sad recollection

Flashback

Dinner had just ended, and Susan raced to catch up to the centaur. She nearly slipped on the floor several times in her velvet,

midnight blue gown, as she searched for Oreius. Finally, she spotted him speaking with several other centaurs, a couple of big cats

and a faun from her delegation. It was not until she came nearly upon them, however, did she see the golden fur of the hind, which

seemed to practically be clinging to the General's side. Her steps slowed, and she became aware of a nervous feeling twisting in her

gut. Soon she was nearly at the centaurs side, watching as the group bowed slowly as they noticed there queens approach. Oreius

turned slightly, and bowed. As he did so, Susan was reminded of how he had done the same, when Aslan had first excited his tent, at

the arrival of her family into his camp, so many years ago.

"General Oreius, may I steal a moment of your time in private, please?" The words sounded comfortable enough, she assumed, coming

from her lips. She did not want to sound demanding, or upset with the centaur, nor to eager to get him alone to speak, especially in

front of the others.

Oreius lowered his head slightly at the queen's request and took a deep breath. He had on purposely been avoiding the monarch in

any setting, which did not absolutely require his attention in an effort to help him control himself. It was driving him crazy not to

be able to be near her, and perhaps to even have a more pleasurable ending to a situation as the one that had occurred the last night

on the ship. He had thrown himself, into obtaining the trust, and friendly alliance with the top advisor of the Trigan crown. He

knew full well the hind was taken with him, he also knew that if he was to wed her, then a stable, and permanent bond would be

struck between there two lands, a bond which Tolov, an old faun, and chief advisor to King Edmund who had come along would be

damned to let the centaur forget. The only bond stronger of course, Tolov had said would be a marriage between Queen Susan and

Crown Prince Racine. That thought, made the centaur fill with anger. Anger, which he knew he had no right to feel.

"Of course, your majesty." Oreius turned to the hind at his side and gave a slight smile. "I'm sorry my dear Nicolette however duty

calls. I will see you soon." He lifted the hind's hand to his lips and gave it a soft kiss. Susan felt pain ripping at her heart as he did

so, and turned quickly moving down the hall. She knew the general would promptly follow in her stead.

Oreius watched the queen hurry away, through the groups of people, and down the hall. He gave his comrades one last look, before

disappearing into the throng of people leaving the dining hall. It took him a moment, but he was able to catch the young queen

without putting off to many people, as his large form pushed through the crowds.

Susan entered the parlor of her chambers and turned to watch as the centaur trotted in behind her. She spun around, as she saw him

look at her, in an effort to hide the embarrassment, and tears as they threatened to fall down her face. Once she had regained her

composure, she turned back to the head of the Narnian army.

"General, thank you for speaking with me, would you care for a drink?" The general shook his head, but did enter further into the

room, his eyes seeming to land everywhere but on her. Susan took this as a bad sign, perhaps after she had been so forward the

general felt uncomfortable being around her. Oreius on the other hand was trying to get rid of the thoughts plaguing his mind.

Many of his fantasies with his queen began with her asking for a moment of his time and leading him to her chambers. Although

they were within her parlor only, he was quickly able to pick out which door lead to her sleeping chambers. The realization of being

so close once more to her, and her sleeping arrangements at the same time assaulted his mind, and forced him to fight his body, in

order to give some appearance of propriety. He softly clicked his left fore hoof, on the marble, lifting it once more, and repeating the

action in an effort to regain his composure. He had been doing so well, keeping far from the monarch, although when he was near

her he longed to feel her, and to beat that ruddy Prince into a bloody pulp. His eyes scanned the room, as he carefully tried to

empty his mind, of his daydreams. He decided suddenly to take a more formal approach, perhaps that way it wouldn't end with him

doing something, that while there was no doubt would be pleasurable and erotic, could cause him to lose his command and shatter

his heart, in the morning when the queen realized what had happened.

"My Queen, you requested my presence?" He stood with his back, straight, strong hands laid across the hilts of his two swords, and

he forced himself to look into the queen's eyes. Susan, felt herself blush slightly under the generals sturdy gaze, and his choice of

words, calling her, his… She took a shaky breath, 'it's now or never, he seemed to want you aboard the Splendor, although perhaps

it was just a momentary flair of passion.' she thought, hoping what she was doing was not to abundantly inappropriate.

"Do you recall General, the last evening upon the Splendor Hyaline?" Oreius was taken back for a moment at the queen's soft voice.

For a moment, the memories of that night flew through his head, his ears twitched, and he felt the room growing much warmer. He

became conscious of the fact that he had been standing before the queen for a few moments.

"Yes, your majesty I do recall that evening, I recall it well in fact." Oreius nearly cringed at how strained his voice sounded, as the

baritone words left his suddenly dry mouth. Susan glanced up at his from under her long lashes, and took a step closer.

"I mentioned that perhaps I would like to go swimming in the ocean, we agreed that I should take an escort with me." Her lips moved

seductively as she spoke, at least it was seductive to the fully-grown centaur before her. Oreius groaned internally, he shifted his

weight, and tried to think logically.

"Yes, I do recall that decision being made Queen Susan." He watched as Susan took a couple steps closer to him, one of her hands

reached up to brush a strained of hair from in front of her eyes, which came to rest on his.

"I was thinking about it at dinner General. How wonderful it would be to go for a late swim this evening, it will be nice to feel the

warm ocean surf hitting my body rather then staying stuffed up in this cramped palace." Oreius, froze, he wondered if the queen

realized what she was saying. Was she asking him what he thought she was? He had explained to her, who normally went for late

night walks on the beach, and late night swim. Once more the extreme longing and need he had, felt on board the Splendor came

back to him, in ever-increasing force. To make matter's worse the queen was approaching him in a thin silk midnight blue, sleek

dress, her eyes dark, he permitted himself to picture what would happen if the dark look in her eyes was lust, the same kind that was

ripping through his own body at that moment. It took all his power not to ask her how quickly she could change into something

else, so they could leave. On the other hand, they could just skip the swim all together and head straight to bed.

"Your majesty, if you wish to go for a late night stroll and swim, I will be happy to assign a contingence to go with you. I have

several men whom I trust not to try anything unbecoming to you." Of whom I am not one, he added in his mind. He stopped at the

look of displeasure and disappointment on the young queen's face.

."But you, you will not join me. I was thinking that maybe it would be easiest if just myself and someone else went. Someone like

you, General, unless of course you have other plans, with perhaps the head advisor to Prince Racine's family, what's her name?"

The queen's voice cut through the air like the blade of a knife. Susan knew she was being short, improper, and showing her envy of

the hind, but she did not care at that moment. She realized at that moment she had moved exceedingly close to the large centaur,

she stopped her movements, and took a step back. Biting her lip nervously, like Lucy often did whenever Tumnus was around.

"Her name is Nicolette. It's not that I have any prior engagements Queen Susan, however I thought that perhaps you would be more

comfortable with a couple of my men at your side." He held back his next comment for a moment, before he decided that his

commission was not worth the pain that being around the queen brought him. Even if she did not understand, what she did to him.

How his heart jumped at hearing her voice in the same room. How his body seemed to respond to her presence in the same room, be

it near, like now, or far, like at dinner. His voice sounded foreign as he continued to speak, allowing his envy of the crown prince

to show drastically.

"What I meant your majesty, is that perhaps you would like to request that Prince Racine join you. I've noticed you both appear to

be… pleasant." Susan stopped, and stared at the centaur as if he had a second head. She had wanted to go with him, for a bloody

reason, and here he was spouting off about Prince Racine, all he had to say was that he didn't wish to join her. All he had to say

was that he preferred the company of that hind, to that of hers. But, instead he was bringing that arrogant prince into the matter.

She ran a hand through her long hair, and looked at the floor, tears once more stinging at the sides of her eyes.

"I did not plan to ask Prince Racine to join me General, I did not want him to join me, I wished for your pleasant companionship…

however as you are apparently disinterested in accompanying me, then perhaps I will request the Princes presence. Now if you will

excuse me, I have some things to which I must attend, prior to going and requesting Prince Racine join me for a lovely walk beneath

the stars and perhaps a stimulating swim in the warm ocean waters, with only the moon to light us. Seeing as how the man, who I

had planned on spending my evening, has declined, and made clear his disinterest in the matter." She turned quickly and began to

move swiftly towards the doors of her bedchambers, and out of the parlor, which had suddenly become a dangerous, cold, and

frightening place, full of rejection and pain..

It took Oreius a split moment to realize what had just occurred, he had royally messed things up, and now the queen was moving

quickly in the direction of her bedchambers, unfortunately to escape his presence, rather then to increase the pleasure of it. It made

his stomach twist just to think that the queen was running away from him, and from any chance, that he might have had with her.

All because he had made a decision to keep his distance in order to help himself from acting inappropriately towards her. He still

was not sure, that she felt anything for him, however her irrational actions, made it appear so.

Before the massive centaur realized what he was doing, he moved and grabbed the gentle queen's arm, and turned her to face him.

He moved his hands to grasp at her upper arms.

"You don't understand, all you've done is spend time with that Prince, it's not that I…" The powerful centaur grinded out through

his teeth, stopping suddenly, he found himself moving to kiss her passionately, to show her how badly he wanted her, to allow her to

realize how badly he needed her, in everyway a male and female could be together. He froze though as he heard her horrified gasp,

and felt her small fist pounding into his sternum for a short moment, before her arms dropped to hang limply at her sides, as his

harsh words hit home, tears silently falling down her cheeks. Suddenly he became conscious of his actions; he dropped his hands

from her arms, and tried to move back towards the door. His eyes landed on the ground, after stealing a glance at her face, he stared

at her feet, waiting for the storm that was brewing behind her dark eyes.

Susan was stunned to say the least, when she had made the choice to flee to her bed chamber, she had thought that the general

would allow her to go without a word prior to leaving the room himself. Probably to visit with the hind, Nicolette? She was not

sure, and at that moment, Susan realized she was not sure about anything. Fear pounded in her every nerve, as her mind tried to

process what had just occurred, as she had headed to her room she'd felt a powerful hand reach out and grab her, flipping her form

around like a small doll. She had been alarmed when Oreius had grabbed her, and he'd spoken harshly. In her panic she'd began to

hit him, although she knew she would be unable to hurt him, in fact she was sure he could take her out with a flick of his finger.

Just as sure as she was that Oreius would never hurt her, well physically anyway, emotional he had proven his indifference in the

matter. As soon, as her arms dropped to her sides, his followed. Now she stood stock still, she knew tears had spilled over onto her

cheeks. Susan watched as Oreius reached up and rubbed his hands over his face, before they once more fell to his sides. He appeared

just as worried as she felt, and his gaze landed at her feet, after a glance at her face. Susan, did not know what to do. Should she

yell and scream for help? No, she didn't feel like she was in any danger, he hadn't actually even hurt her, but she understood that

something was wrong. It was the General who spoke first, regaining what little ability to think and coordinate the action with

speaking before the queen.

"My Queen, please accept my utmost apologies, I had no right…" Susan finally felt herself break, the fear and rejection spilling

over into each and every word she spoke.

"No, General Oreius you did not have any right. None what so ever, for many of the actions which you have just taken, including

to speak to me in the manner in which you have." She spat the words at him, surprising herself slightly at the cruelty of their

sound.

"My dear Queen Susan, I feel…" Susan's mind reeled at his words, she normally felt giddy when her called her his, but at that

moment it sounded like he was begging. Begging was not something she had ever seen, nor heard the centaur do. He had always been

the strong, silent type, the kind of man who knew exactly what to say when. Didn't like the sound, or the feeling it gave her. She

flung herself around, and back towards her room, unable to look at the massive creature before her.

"General, I am not yours, just as you are not mine." Oreius wanted to correct her, to say he was hers, that he had been hers since she

had been lead by the beavers to Aslan's tent years ago. Her were still stern, still cruel, still harsh, but slightly quieter. Oreius felt

his heart splinter with the venom in the young monarch's words. He had always dreaded hearing the statement from the gentle

queen of Narnia, he had long awaited a day that she realized, she, was the only one he called his. He had waited for the time when

she came to understand that it was never my king, or my queen Lucy, just her, just my Queen Susan. He didn't have a moment to

really think before the enraged sovereign went on, speaking more words which he had dreaded hearing from her deep ruby lips.

"Now, I must ask you to please leave my presence before I do something brasher then what you have just done, something that would

require me to inform my brothers and sister what has occurred." Oreius was unsure if she meant to include a warning of telling her

siblings what he had nearly done on board the Splendor, but he knew one thing, she was dismissing him from her company, in a

most official manor.

Susan began to move, as she did so she felt her body and mind spinning out of control. She suddenly was experiencing extreme

dizziness, as she began to try and leave the room. A move, which she quickly realized, with some sense of dread, was a disastrous

one.

Just as Oreius moved to leave, he saw her. Susan swade, and began to collapse, he reached out and lifted the monarch into his arms,

before her slender form could hit the ground. All the thoughts of their confrontation sprinting from his mind, as he held the gentle

woman in his arms. Her warm body tucked tightly against his. Carefully, he carried her through the room. He shifted her in his

arms, so that he could move to turn the knob of her bedroom door, one large fore leg kicking it open. Memories from the hall in

Cair Paravel nearly two months before flew through his mind. How good her breath had felt on his neck, her chest pushed up

against his. He tried to concentrate on what was at hand, he shouldn't be thinking like that, especially after she had made it quite

clear she no longer required, nor wished for his presence.

The General entered the bedroom, taking a moment to glace around nervously. He had always envisioned carrying the queen into

her sleepingchambers, with a slightly different scenario in mind. He felt his body begin to betray him once more, and he felt

disgusted with himself. He was to blame for this whole mess, and now his body was rebelling against him, showing his need, rather

then allowing him to focus on the situation which required his attention. He knew she had only passed out from extreme emotional

distress, it often happened with new recruits prior to heading out to their first battlefield. He froze as he placed the monarch upon

the emerald cover, Susan had snuggled in closer to his form, he could smell her hair, and warm flesh pushing against his leather

covered torso. She was murmuring soft words to him, words he could not make out, but they made him want to hold her tighter. She

breathed deeply, and he forced himself to remove her form from him as it fought to pull his down with him. Taking a deep breath,

he began to leave the room. As he did so there came a sleepy disoriented call from the bed. The call made him stop and heart pound

once more. Every hair on his body stood on end, as he heard the velvety voice.

"Oreius…" Susan had opened one eye slightly and was looking at him as if he was a figment of her imagination. His title dropped,

he wondered for a moment if he should do the same, could he simply call her, Susan, after what had occurred. The queen had just

expressed a immense want to regain the exceptionally formal relationship they had when she first came to Narnia.

"Yes, my… your majesty?" His reply was unsure and confused, he dreamed of hearing her say his name without his title, without

formality, he had dreamed of her saying it to him in her chambers, while she laid on her bed. The only thing he wished to hear was

don't leave, but instead was forced back to reality.

Susan, at hearing him call her, your majesty, came back to herself slightly, and realized what she had nearly done. She could very

easily made a fool out of herself, well more of one then she already had. The queen realized what she had to say, more to protect her

own heart rather then to express a need for a return of propriety between the head of the Narnian military.

"Don't ever touch me again, General." Susan closed her eyes once more and began to drift off to sleep. She silently continued to

scold herself for her improper use of the centaurs' name. She had thought for a moment that he was a dream, not unusual for her. It

had only taken her a moment in her daze to recall what had just happened, and she felt the need to protect herself.

Oreius sighed and moved out of the room, he tried to avoid the hind, or nobody else. However, had, in the end, been approached by

her with the suggestion of going out to the beach. He had turned her down kindly, by telling her that he felt ill. The hind had

smiled, and told him to get some sleep, and hoped he'd feel better. His mind, wondered if perhaps wedding the hind, would not be

the best course of action for not only his kingdom but also his now shattered heart. It was not a lie it was very much a fact, and he

did go straight to bed, feeling as if he never wanted nor deserved to awaken.

End Flashback

Susan leaned back slightly, she wanted to cry at the memory. She never meant to hurt him, she had been frightened

at the prospect of him being so close, only mere moments after turning her down.

"All he had to say was that he didn't want me." She softly spoke into the breeze. Since the incident, which was what

she now called it in her mind, he had not spoken to her, but for a couple required words and never was in private

with her. There relationship was more strained now then it had been just after leaving the ship, and not nearly as

exciting. Susan found herself even more jealous of the time Nicolette spent with Oreius, and her stomach always

tightened when she thought about what had happened. The hind had basically become a permanent attachment to her

general. She scolded herself as she often did lately, he was not hers, she was not his, she had said as much. She was

still upset, more at the way he had begun acting after there encounter then at his grabbing her. Truth be told, in

many ways it had been very erotic, and she often dreamed of how the situation could've ended up had she not

panicked, and fought away from him. She wished he had finished his sentence, that he had crashed his lips to hers, as

it appeared he was going to. Susan bit her lip, as she tried to recall the smell of him, the safe feeling her body had

felt with his strong arms wrapped tightly around her. When he had picked her up without a moments thought, she

had been confused as to why. Why had he done such even after she had vindictively excused him from her presence.

Her mind was jumbled as she tried to recall what he felt like, and format what it might have been like if he had

stayed the night with her, even if it had been just laying in bed. She rose from the sand slowly, it was late, and

dinner would be served soon. A glance at the castle showed many of it's current inhabitants were moving towards

the dining hall, candles in rooms where extinguished, and she could see people beginning to mingle within the great

hall. As she turned she spotted a shape coming into view down the beach, it was quickly approaching her. She felt

her breath catch in her throat when she realized who it was.

Oreius approached the queen with trepidation. He had gone out of his way not to be in her presence, not to speak to

her. It seemed the closer he was the deeper the pain sliced. The more he heard her gentle, silky voice, the more he

needed to feel her, all of her. When he as not with the queen he could pretend it had all been some horrid

nightmare, he could pretend nothing had happened, good or bad between them. He slowed as he noticed the queen

standing up, and turning to face him. He felt his blood run cold at the memory of venom filled words slicing through

him. "I'm not yours" and "Don't ever touch me again." He watched as she began to almost float towards him, the light tide

was lapping tenderly at her feet, and her wine colored dress clung to her figure, allowing him to make out the swell

of her breast, and curve of her hips. 'She looks like a siren', he thought for a moment. As he reached her, he

thought about how he was just out here to check on her, make sure she was alright and announce to her that dinner

was to be served promptly, he had meant to send one of his men out to find her, but he had felt an unbelievable need

to escape Nicolette's company, while enjoyable it was not what he longed for. His plan was to leave quickly after

speaking with her, and not get to close, that way he hoped it would be easier to remain out of her way, later on.

He stopped before her, his tall, massive form glowing in the soft moonlight. Susan, played with a strand of her hair

nervously, before looking up into his eyes. She felt broken, and alone. She wanted to tell him how sorry she was for

the whole thing. How it was her fault, that she had been hurt from his rejection, but understood that another held

his heart. She longed to explain that she understood he wanted no part of her in the manor which she had suggested,

if at all. However, like normal, he got to speaking first.

"Queen Susan, I came to tell you dinner is about to be served, and it may be best if you were to return to the castle.

It is not a good idea for you to be out here after dark, without an escort." Susan snorted slightly at the generals

words. She had tried to get an escort to walk with her the week before, and that had ended, well, it had ended in

disaster, was the only to describe it.

"Thank you General Oreius, I can take care of myself though, thank you." She watched as he nodded sadly and

turned, to leave her to her own devices once more. It was then that the queen spotted the man coming down the

beach, he was already close enough to make out, the regal, overly extravagant dress and she felt her heart bleed

once more at the realization, that she would be forced to spend yet another evening in the company of Prince

Racine, while the centaur she loved was close by. She took a sharp glance at the centaur who now stood almost

frozen in his spot, he too was watching the Trigan crown prince coming down the shoreline.

"Your majesty, I will go and give you both some privacy. If you'll please ex…" Susan felt fear flare up in her belly,

she knew she saw anguish fly through his eyes. It was the same feeling she felt when she saw or heard of him with

the Trigan Islands head advisor. One more chance, she thought, just one more, it's not like I can be broken anymore

then normal. With that she decided to stand her ground, and refused to move.

"General, if you could wait one moment, it is you who said I shouldn't go out after dark, without a proper escort."

Oreius nodded his head in quiet confirmation. His heart beat nearly stopped as the handsome prince approached

them. He could only prey to Aslan, that the queen was not trying to fully break personal ties with him, by excusing

him in the presence of the prince, like some common servant. He sighed and realized that was what he was, the

queen could never, and would never love him. Especially after how he had acted the last couple months, still though

he stood by the elder queen of Narnia. He waited for his sentence to be finalized, but what happened instead

completely blew his mind.

PLEASE REVIEW! It took me a long time to write this chapter, and reviews are the cause of my speedywriting, while they don't make me write, they help me take the time to sit down and put them on paper. But, Please no flames, I can't take them when I get home after work. I could also use some extra support, the Detroit Red Wings, the best team in the NHL blewa 2-0 lead going into the third period, were defeated by the Oilers 4-3, and eliminated from the playoffs by a team that made them by the skin of there teeth, so yeah major blow to me tonight. Oh, for those of you wondering I work for the Red Wings part-time, and as a CSU and ligustics specialist for the area of Wayne County, including Detroit, the rest of it.