This is a pile of alternate endings for the last story. They swap out the 'see me in my office' one that's there. Anyone want to guess which of these I originally had as the ending? It wasn't the one i posted.

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Four days after Mustang's epiphany and subsequent mental crisis Ed waltzed back into town. She had managed to get shot during a fight but it was just a graze on her arm and the adrenaline had pushed her through the rest of the encounter successfully. It'd been so much fun! Maybe she did have a problem...

Speaking of problems, she'd have to explain her absence in his bedroom. Sick mother? That should work, no time to give warning and she'd just left. But that would have to wait until tomorrow. Tonight she wanted a hot bath and to clean some of this dirt from the trip off herself.

Plus she'd have to see if Mustang had moved on while she was away.

That thought sent a ping of pain through her heart but she pushed it away. She couldn't make a commitment. Not to someone she knew wanted a family one day. Ed shook her head to clear her thoughts, tomorrow was a work day, she could bring in her report and see if he'd lined up another date. Or if he didn't mention anything she could see if he brought someone else home at night. Simple solution.

Nothing was mentioned at work and it was weird he didn't respond to any of her quips, especially when he'd been so nice sending her out of town. The only time he paid any attention was when Havoc pointed out the hole in the arm of her coat. Then she received a very intense, very intimidating stare down until she ducked out of sight. What kind of a pissy mood was he in? Not that it really mattered, she could help him relieve some stress tonight.

A few hours later, Ed watched Mustang return home. Alone. She waited a while before heading over, checking the window and climbing in. They'd started leaving the blind fold on the window sill so she could pick it up on the way in. Everything was where it should be. And there was Mustang, passed out on a recliner with his book on the side table. She crept forward with the blind fold, not noticing her foot caught on a thin thread on the ground. A bell went off at the window. She spun to see what was happening and was too slow turning back around.

!*

Mustang knew Ed was faster than him. Knew he had to have her in hand before he could reveal he knew the secret. His distraction worked and he was able to catch her wrist before she realised she was in trouble.

So they stood there, an obvious growing panic on Ed's face as he glared at her. He pulled his handcuffs from his back pocket and attached her wrist to one side.

"Stop pulling or you'll hurt yourself."

"You're going to kill me anyway and I've lost a whole arm before. Winry can make me a hand."

"Ed stop it. I'm not going to kill you, no matter how much i really really want to right now."

Ed stopped trying to dislocate her thumb but still kept as far back as she could. She'd definitely never seen Mustang so angry, heard about it, but hadn't seen it.

The distance she tried to put between them didn't matter and with a bit of effort Mustang was able to drag her to the bed and toss her onto it, attaching the other end of the cuffs to the bed frame. This was much easier when he could see. He used a tie to do the same to her other wrist then finally he grabbed the blind fold from where she'd dropped it on the floor and slipped it over Ed's eyes. She tried to fight him but he knew all of her buttons and in short order she was restrained and visually incapacitated.

Mustang leaned back. Her legs were still free and he knew from experience they were strong legs, but he couldn't bring himself to make her that helpless. Not without her asking him to, like that one time…

Dammit. Focus!

Ed started swearing and Mustang went to the bathroom and returned with a med kit and a face cloth, then shoved the cloth into her mouth. "Ed shut up."

She did, but only because he was being so calm. Was there really no punishment? She spit the cloth out but stayed silent. Without her sight she didn't know where he was until the bed sank on her right. He still wasn't talking and she flinched when his hand ran up her right arm to the bullet wound she'd received while she was in Rush Valley.

"Did you do this yourself?"

She puffed up, "I didn't shoot myself Mustang!"

He didn't change his tone, correcting his question and asking as calmly as he said it the first time, "Should i redo the dressing on it?"

She hesitated. Flushing with embarrassment. It was hard to do a bandage with only one hand, was her shotty first aid that obvious?

He sighed, "I thought so."

Ed had no idea what was going on. Why was he being so nice to her? She'd seen how mad he'd been but instead of beating her into the ground he was re-dressing her wound. She had no counter attack for this! Maybe that's why he was doing it. To throw her off. Well she wasn't going to fall for it. She'd told herself: no relationships.

Mustang had left to cleanup and when he returned he still hadn't said anything. She felt him settling himself on the bed beside her and she steeled herself for the yelling.

"I think I know why you did it."

Her head turned toward his voice. What was happening?

Mustang had thought for days about this conversation, "I think I know why you lied to get into the military and why you didn't want to tell me who you were. It took me a while to figure it out, but I'm pretty sure i've got it."

Ed waited in cautious silence. She wasn't going to volunteer anything.

"Resources are more widely available for men. It just makes sense that if you were already young and a target, that you'd want to hide who you were for easier access to research materials. I get that."

He sighed.

"What i don't get, or didn't get until just a few hours ago, was why you continued to hide it after you got your limbs back and got Al back into his body. I was thinking, 'why didn't she tell us, why couldn't she tell me'. Especially after almost six weeks of sleeping together. And then I realised that that was the answer. It's been six weeks of sex almost every day. No time off."

Her silence was confirmation. She wasn't asking what he meant.

"You can't have children can you?"

Her jaw clenched to cut off any emotion that could leak through. It was enough for Mustang.

"And you know I want a family, so you figured if you hid who you were you could just have your fun with me and then disappear."

The tone of the conversation was shifting and Ed was having a hard time switching gears from the sadness that engulfed her when she thought about no kids, to the mental defense she felt she'd need in a moment.

"So yes, i'm angry. I'm very angry. You hid who you were, used me, then you were going to run away. With no explanation as to why. Justified in your own belief that i wouldn't want you if you couldn't have children."

Her own belief? What was happening? Was he ok with her inability to have kids? Ed's heart was going to explode. Did he want to keep seeing her?

"That said, i think we should take a break for a while."

The words hung in the air and Ed felt herself falling apart. She was losing control of her emotions from the repeated back and forth. She couldn't stay here, she didn't want to break in front of him.

!*

Mustang watched as Ed seemed to curl in on herself, pulling at the tie and the cuff hoping to get free. He'd meant 'take a break for the last week before her contract was up', but judging by her reaction she'd probably forgot that it was almost time and that he couldn't date his employees. At least he knew she was into this as deep as he was.

"Ed, you know i can't date my employees."

Her mood didn't change and he rolled his eyes. As much as he enjoyed putting her through the same thing he went through, he didn't actually want to see her suffering.

"Ed! Your contract is up next week."

She slowly stopped trying to curl into a ball. She was out next week?

"There you go. On the same page now?"

She took a moment before responding. "You're such an asshole! Why would you make me think it was over?"

"From the woman who's been lying to me for four years?!"

"I had to!"

"Sure Ed. But you're forgetting that you're still in trouble and still tied to my bed."

"So?"

"Well, since you're so good at conversation i figured we could have a talk. About all the things you've been lying to me about. Because I won't have this relationship be based on lies."

"Let me out jackass."

"Bring up communication and now she asks to get out.."

"Shut up."

"Ed." Mustang climbed on top of her and sat on her hips so he was looking at her face. He leaned over and cupped her cheek. "You're mine now, tied up and blind folded. We're not "even" until six weeks are up. So for my first night, instead of sex i want answers, like your real name and real age, and for every true answer i will reward you." He leaned closer to whisper in her ear and watch the shiver roll down her spine. "And if you thought i was good before, you haven't seen anything yet."

Who was he kidding, he'd never be able to go on a break.

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Note: i am aware that the FMA universe uses guillotine handcuffs, not just Liore. But go with me on this, it's more fun.

!*

Four days after Mustang's epiphany and subsequent mental crisis Ed waltzed back into town. She'd almost managed to get shot during a fight, resulting in a small hole in the arm of her coat and the adrenaline from the close call had pushed her through the rest of the encounter successfully. It'd been so much fun! Fun?... Maybe she did have a problem.

Speaking of problems, she'd have to explain her absence in his bedroom. Sick mother? That should work, no time to give warning and she'd just left. But that would have to wait until tomorrow, tonight she wanted a hot bath and to clean some of the dirt from the trip off herself.

Plus she'd have to see if Mustang had moved on while she was away.

The thought sent a ping of pain through her heart but she pushed it to the bottom of her thoughts. She couldn't make a commitment. Not to someone she knew wanted a family one day. Ed shook her head to clear her thoughts, tomorrow was a work day, she could bring in her report and see if he'd lined up another date. Or, if he didn't mention anything, she could see if he brought someone else home at night. Simple solution.

Ed fell asleep easily after a long hot shower and her busy week of mission activities, sinking straight into fantastic dreams of Roy Mustang.

!*

Mustang's spy at the train station reported in, Ed had arrived back in town. He thanked the girl and hung up. If Ed was back in town he'd have to finally choose one of his many revenge plans and he still wasn't sure which one he liked the best.

He looked down at his Sunday pile of 'catch-up' paperwork, up next: a status report on the situation in Liore. ...Liore… How many times had Ed been too Liore? Twice? He thought back to the report he'd read, how Ed had even been arrested at one point…

Idea!

Mustang abandoned the paperwork. His new plan required some supplies, time to go shopping.

He arrived at Ed's apartment just in time to see her exit the bathroom in a towel, and even from his ground level vantage point he could see it was pulled up to her arms, covering her chest. He was momentarily distracted until she disappeared out of the window's view, then headed to the apartment's front desk armed with paperwork saying Ed was his [employee, he'd had to clarify], a pocket watch, his dress blues, and most importantly, his sexiest smile. The older lady at the desk didn't stand a chance and handed over the spare key for Ed's apartment with hearts in her eyes.

Mustang took the stairs slowly, giving Ed more time to pass out. He'd never seen anyone sleep as soundly as Ed. Maybe because she had been sleeping for two, but probably also because she always had her brother or someone watching over her while she slept. There was absolutely no reason for her to ever be wary of sleeping alone. He smiled wickedly, until now.

He listened at the door for movement, and when he didn't hear anything after a few minutes, he silently let himself in. Peeking around the corner to the bedroom door. There she was, as expected, passed out in bed, pajamas riding up and barely concealing anything. The boy-Ed illusion in Mustang's psyche finally shattering completely, but he found he was having a hard time holding onto the anger he'd been feeling all week. Here she was, "lies" exposed not expecting anything, and he couldn't do it. Couldn't maintain the rage. His plan had been to handcuff and torture her, he'd even picked up the special 'guillotine handcuffs' they'd used in Liore so she couldn't free herself with that annoying slap-clap alchemy. But looking at her now… damn. He couldn't torture- wait, yes he could! his plan evolved in his brain as he thought about it.

Handcuff and torture. Sleeping Ed.

He rounded the bed to the far side and removed his coat before sitting on the side edge of the mattress, Ed mumbled something that sounded like his name, she really was a deep sleeper. He ran a hand lightly along her arm, coaxing it up and through the slats on the headboard, then repeating the move on her other arm. Once they were both through separate bars he leaned forward and brought out the special handcuffs. Locking her wrists into place on the wrong side of the headboard. She didn't wake up, innocent Ed. Still asleep.

He made himself comfortable on his side, lying down on the bed beside her. Throwing a leg over hers before running a hand over her stomach, down to her thighs, and back up to her wrists before returning to her stomach. Then repeating it.

Slowly Ed worked her way around to consciousness.

"Mmmm Roy."

He decided to reply using his best bedroom voice, "Yes?"

Her brow furrowed and Roy could see her eyes moving behind their lids. He hadn't stopped moving his hand over her skin. Her arm tried to pull back from it's restraint and she frowned when it wouldn't come down.

"Hmm?" She was still partially asleep and it looked like it was taking some time to grasp her surroundings. He knew he could help with that.

"Welcome home Ed".

!*

Ed's dream evaporated as her eyes flew open. There was Mustang. Not blindfolded, in her bed, calling her by her name.

Fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He was smiling at her as her panic set in. Why the hell couldn't she get her arms free? How had she slept through this? He was going to kill her for sure. Slow torture by fire. She pulled harder at the cuffs.

"Stop that, you'll cut your wrist open."

Ed ignored him, or couldn't hear him in her panic. She tilted her head up to see what was locking her hands. Shit. those things, Liore handcuffs. And they were behind the headboard bars, one of them would have to break if she was getting out of this.

"I said stop!" Mustang's voice finally cut through her frantic attempt to smash the cuffs against the headboard. Or maybe it was his hand, coming to rest on her very exposed neck. She stopped. Her eyes wide as saucers as they locked onto his. She was so dead.

"Ed relax. Breathe at least. I'm not going to murder you." then a mumbled "not like this anyway" before returning to his bedroom voice, "I have something else in mind." Ed squirmed as his hand on her neck started moving again, trailing its way up and down her skin. "I have a proposition to make. You can decide to opt out if you'd like, but if you do i'll leave right now and file the paper work to have you disgracefully discharged and you'll never set foot in my office, or bedroom, ever again."

Ed tried to keep the painful shock of that sentence from showing in her eyes but judging from the smirk on this face she'd failed.

"Listen Jackas-"

"No YOU listen Ed. This is a very reasonable proposition, if you could swallow your pride for a bit" He leaned in, "and i know how much you can swallow" She blushed and turned her head up to look at the cuffs again, pulling a few more times for good measure while he continued, "i think you'll like what i have to say."

His roaming hand went under her shirt and she arched up into his touch in spite of herself. Her eyes closed to take in the feeling and she missed the smirk on Roy's face. "See? This is why I think you'll like my offer. So stay still a moment and hear me out."

Ed hesitated, which Mustang took as permission to continue, "There are three steps to this. Number 1. You, right now, handcuffed to the bed, tell me your life story. Everything. Top to bottom, side to side, back to front WHOLE story." he stopped her from nodding, he wasn't done yet, "At the same time, my fingers will be … creating magic, between your thighs. I will not let you finish."

"Not let me finish?-"

"Second item. Once you've completed your story you will beg me for forgiveness. Alternate apologising and begging however you see fit."

She scoffed at him. Beg for forgiveness? Whatever, that wasn't happening. Roy's smile didn't falter, "I will help you with the begging because i will bury my face between your legs, and i know you've never had a problem begging me while i'm doing that."

She blushed bright red at the memories of those nights.

"Third and final item. You will tell me how much you love me while i move slowly up your body and fuck you. Just like you almost did last week."

Ed shivered but wasn't able to form any coherent words after that last statement.

"I'll take that as an agreement. Now let me just grab your blindfold and you can start explaining everything."

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Ed stepped off the train and moved to the side to grab her luggage. Usually she didn't have any but Winry had called her with a list and now she had all these supplies that needed to be shipped to Resembool. She was so preoccupied with her items that she didn't hear Mustang until he was beside her.

"Welcome back Ed."

Now why did that send a shiver down her spine? The tone of his voice? She dismissed it, she was dressed as Edward, she must be mistaken.

"Hey Mustang, what's up? Any particular reason you've decided to stalk me at the train station?"

She didn't look up while sorting her things onto a cart so she missed his mischievous expression.

"Several actually, but let's start with your report. I didn't want to read it written in crayon again so how about we do this verbally and I'll write it down for you later."

"Can't this wait until tomorrow?" She turned to face him finally, all her purchases piled up on the cart. "I have to get these to the post office and ship them to Winry before it closes for the day."

"No. But you can tell me while we do that." He grabbed the cart and pushed it over to the in-station post office. Convenient since most of it would have to be shipped by train.

Ed started the story as Mustang wrote notes into a notepad, asking questions along the way. She'd finished mailing the items and hesitated as Mustang started walking toward the exit, still questioning her, and she had to jog to catch up.

She continued her story as they walked, her nervousness increasing the closer they got to her apartment. Was he going to follow her in? Had she tidied up before leaving? A flash of her bed flitted through her thoughts, covered in clothes and underwear she'd left out while packing. Fuck.

Mustang could see Ed was getting more and more agitated the closer he brought them to her apartment, which was good because she wasn't paying attention to the questions he was asking, some of which he'd repeated because he was running out of ideas.

He followed her up the stairs to the second floor and they stopped at her doorway.

"Just a few more questions Ed, we can finish inside."

Finish inside. Hah! He shook his head as she tried to make some excuse about tidying up, then pushed the door open from above her head after she'd unlocked it.

He'd confronted Hawkeye about Ed yesterday and she'd laid it all out for him. The reasons, the consequences, the current situation with Ed's anatomy. He was no longer angry, well, a little angry. But mostly curious. Curious to see how nervous he could make her. Other things too, that he couldn't remember right now as Ed ran into her bedroom to presumably tidy up. He would have followed her but something caught his eye in the living room and he wandered over.

More laundry. Underwear to be specific. Looks like she was half way through doing it, some in a pile, some folded and sorted.

With a gleam in his eye he sat on the couch and waited until he could hear Ed leaving the bedroom before starting the job before him. Folding and sorting and placing things in the nearby laundry basket to be put away.

"Sorry about that, i just had to clean up some-"

Mustang watched her freeze up as she realised what he was doing. He folded the last set, placed it in the basket and moved it aside. The blank expression he'd put in place when he'd started the job was slowly growing into his know-it-all smile and he leaned back on the sofa bringing his ankle up onto his other knee. "Any injuries to report on this mission?"

Ed shook her head, her eyes moving from door to window to mustang to laundry.

"Ed come sit down."

She didn't want to, he could see it plain on her face.

"Ed. Sit."

She was shaking her head as if she could deny the situation out of existence. When she took a step back Mustang got up. "Stay here Ed. If you run then the consequences will be worse."

She finally met his eyes and he could see the sadness, "I had to. For you, and everyone. I had to!"

"I know. Come sit down. I want to hear the whole story."

Ed gave in, Mustang didn't look like he was going to attack, though his calmness probably meant they were over. Maybe if she explained well enough, she could at least stay in town, still see him.

Her heart hoped.

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Havoc sat transfixed. Her entire neck, the front of her arms and wrists, and her neckline were all lightly purple.

"Ed are you ok?"

Why did people keep asking her that? "Of course! I think they're kind of cool. They don't hurt, and getting them felt wonderful…"

Havoc's eyes went wide. "Holy shit, you're one of those people."

"Those people?"

"The ones that like pain and danger and, well, Mustang." His attention turned to the only other person in the room. "Riza did you know about this?"

Riza rolled her eyes and sighed from the biggest desk in the room where she'd been sitting with her feet up.

"I already tried Jean, she's as thick headed as he is."

"Hey!"

"Sorry. Just trying to snap you out of it. Feel free to join us in the real world of actions-have-consequences at any time."

Ed ignored them, grumbling to herself, "I know what I'm doing." Mostly.

Hawkeye had heard her though, "Good, because guess what?"

Ed turned toward where Riza was gesturing: the door. And there was Mustang, staring at her. In her tank top. She watched as his eyes travelled over her arms and shoulders, watched as confusion and hurt and anger passed over his features, watched as Havoc teleported to the other side of the room behind Hawkeye. There goes her shield.

Momentarily distracted by Havoc's disappearance, she hadn't noticed Roy had crossed the room to within striking distance. Though, with bruises all over her, he was clearly hesitating. Finally he made a decision, grabbing the front of her tank top and dragging her into his office.

Riza could hear the lock slam into place. Good thing Ed actually was good at dealing with consequences.

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Another in the same line.

!*

Havoc resumed staring at Ed until the noise in the hallway faded away.

"You're a wo-"

"Yeah"

"And you're the-?"

"Shut up."

"But-"

"Doesn't matter."

"I think it does matter" Havoc countered, "It does matter Ed because i think he's falling for this woman, that's you, and he's going to lose his mind when he realises the truth."

Ed had the decency to look ashamed, "I can't have a relationship Havoc. If he gets too far into it I'll break it off."

Havoc rolled his eyes and lit a new cigarette, "Well that was an obvious lie and you're clearly in as deep as he is. What did he do to you? You look like you're addicted."

She was beginning to see that she was but wasn't ready to admit it.

"It's fine."

"Well then, can i see the bruise? Since he's got us all out looking for it."

Normally Ed would say no to any type of personal request, but for some reason she was strangely proud of her first hickies. She pulled her gloves off, tied her braid farther back, and took her coat off.

!*

Later that night Ed found herself thinking about Havoc's reaction to her hickies, she'd thought it was over the top at the time, but with some time to reflect on it… well, maybe she was in a bit over her head. Apparently Mustang didn't give women hickies. He didn't care enough to see them again.

Ed felt her ego inflating and immediately smashed it back down, this would have to be the end of it. She'd thought he wouldn't fall for her, she'd been counting on it, but if Havoc was correct then she had to pull the plug on this.

Thursday would be her last night with him. It hurt so much, but it was the right thing to do.

!*

Roy woke up Friday morning with the blindfold on, again, marvelling at how easily he fell asleep when he was with his mystery woman. His mind was completely relaxed when he was with her and he wondered if maybe his subconscious knew who she was and trusted her. His ability to pass out so completely that he didn't even hear her leave went against all his military training.

He tossed the cloth to the side and got up for a glass of water, noticing on the way back that there was a note on his nightstand. The writing was vaguely familiar, he read through.

Roy,

With the help of a co-worker, I realised yesterday that i might have taken this too far. I know you want a family eventually and I'm physically unable to produce one for you.

I am ending this. You won't hear from me again.

E.

Mustang sat frozen as anger and heartbreak fought for the driver's seat in his brain. The letter was cold and abrupt. So much so it wasn't believable. You couldn't have sex like that and just cut everything off so easily, the scratch marks on his back proved it. When women didn't like you, they tried to soften the blow. Those letters would say things like, i'm sorry, and i know you'll find someone else, and you'll make a good father some day.

No, this letter was forced, she obviously loved him and was breaking it off for his benefit. She'd given him weeks and he hadn't found her and now she was gone. No more chances. Unless… The 'E'. She'd never told him anything about herself before. And now this?

She wanted to be found. Why even sign the damn letter otherwise.

Determination stepped up, he'd left another hickie on her. Today was his last chance to find her. Find "E".

But what was 'E' ? A first name? A last name? A nickname?

He'd find out. He even knew someone good at deciphering code. Today would be a good day.

!*

Mustang was late to work, later than Ed, which was unusual. He didn't need a code breaker to get a list of employees' names with E in them, so he'd spent the morning visiting most of the women in the office that had Es in their names. Nothing. Plan B was Ed, that kid was really great at deciphering coded messages.

He appeared in the doorway of the team office and called Ed immediately. "My office pipsqueak. Now."

Hawkeye raised an eyebrow as Ed jumped out of her chair. There were a few things wrong with this scene. 1, Ed did not have any reply to the 'pipsqueak' comment. 2. Ed clearly thought Mustang had figured her out. 3. Mustang had in fact not figured it out or he wouldn't have called Ed a pipsqueak. Riza moved her work to a desk beside Roy's door. She was NOT going to miss this.

!*

"Sit Ed."

Ed sat.

Roy raised an eyebrow at her easy compliance but pressed on. "I need you to help decipher this." He slammed the paper down in front of her on his desk as he stood next to her.

Ed looked at it for barely a moment before staring at him wide eyed. She looked like she didn't believe him.

"This Ed! Look at it! I need to find this woman. I need to find any other clues on this paper as to whom she might be."

Ed shook his head, "Ro-Mustang I can't."

"Edward Elric! Read the damn paper." Edward Elric
"No!"

"Just take a look, I'll give you a moment." Mustang turned away from Ed. His brain had hit something and he needed a moment to process it. And possibly have a silent melt down at this new information. E Elric. Two Es. That wasn't enough on its own and he tried to erase that thought from his brain but Ed's height took its place. And after that, automail scars, hair, attitude, temper, mannerisms, stealth, skill, trust. Each thought taking shape in his brain, solidifying into the only possible conclusion.

He felt slightly ill then remembered the hickie, the one final check.

He turned back around, "Ok, then Ed. I'll find her on my own." Mustang extended his arm to shake hands. "Congratulations by the way. The last day of your contract. You made it." He smiled, forced sincerity.

Ed stood up and slowly reached forward to shake his hand. If anyone had ever been asked to knowingly place their hand inside a crocodile's mouth, Roy was sure this was the expression they would have. As soon as their hands connected Roy pulled her forward, grabbing her wrist with his other hand and pulling her coat sleeve up to her elbow. He turned her arm outward.

There it was, the hickie he'd left last night. Right in the centre of the inside of her forearm. His head snapped over to meet her eyes but she was still staring at the hickie in shock. When she finally realised he was staring at her, waiting for an explanation, she began to shrink in front of him, trying to duck down and away.

Bad idea, Mustang loved the chase and Ed's silent submission gave him so much more power. He'd found her, the mystery woman, hiding under his nose the entire time.

Now he had control.

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The original ending for the previous chapter is the first one here. Haha, i didn't try to hide it. Can you imagine how long that chapter would have been if i'd posted that ending instead? jeeze.

I might add more to these as we go, i'll let you know in other chapter notes if there's something new for this one.

If anyone wants to use any of these ideas or if this sparks an idea, please please write it and tag me! None of us own this and i would definitely love to read any works from any of these chapters / endings. Please tag / message / whatever me so i can read it! *heart*