Two weeks and not a single comment/review (ouch!). It kinda makes me sad to be honest. I was really hoping for some people to have things to say, comments, questions, maybe shouts demanding what the hell I'm doing... it's so rare for me to be posting a fic I haven't finished, or at the very least written more than half of it. I just finished chapter three, and it fought me like hell, am working on four and have yet to begin planning number five, beyond the basic idea of it... might also end up writing a sixth, no idea yet.

In any case, here's the second chapter and I hope you'll enjoy it.

Hunters

It's until almost noon the next day that they realize Derek's missing. Saturday morning's siblings-time. They'll have only a glass of juice or a cup of coffee before going for a run together through the preserve for several hours, stopping every so often to train, or sometimes just to play. It's their time, just the three of them. The last part of their weekly tradition has them having brunch in their favorite diner together before heading home. The week before they invited Derek to join them but he turned them down, Cora's quite sure that the only reason he accepted the invitation to dinner for Saturday evening was because Peter was the one asking (Derek probably felt he couldn't say no to the Alpha of the territory he's currently staying in, particularly with him being an omega now). It's why they haven't asked him again, not wanting him to feel pressured into something he just isn't ready for just yet.

On Friday night they didn't think much when Derek hadn't made it home by the time they had dinner. It wasn't the first time. So Stiles simply fixed him a plate and left it inside the microwave for Derek to reheat when he got in (it wasn't the first time, so there wasn't any need for notes). They get back home after their late brunch carrying a styrofoam container with waffles with fruit (everything completely organic, there's a reason that diner is their favorite!), and a to-go cup with a chocolate milkshake (his favorite, according to Cora). That's when they realize that Derek isn't in the house, and his dinner plate's still in the microwave, untouched.

Stiles hisses non-verbally as he understands the implications, his siblings growling, low and dangerous even before it hits them, just in response to the abrupt anger rolling off their older brother. A fury such that magic's almost sparking off his fingertips like lightning.

Stiles isn't even fully thinking when he rushes back out of the house and to his jeep, Cora and Jackson barely managing to jump into it before Stiles peels out of the drive. He doesn't even know where he's going. Though that part at least they manage to solve relatively quickly. All Jackson does is phone his girlfriend, he knows her mom works at Beacon Hills High as the principal's secretary (and substitute teacher), she has access to students' files, and Lydia has no qualm about accessing her mom's files, which allows them to learn where the Vermeils live.

The last thing Allison (Argent) Vermeil expects when opening the apartment door that Saturday is to find the Stilinski siblings on the other side. There's no trace of the friendliness when first being introduced or even the somber attitude they took when talking about the loss of Stiles's twin; they're angry… no, furious. And she cannot understand why…

"Where is he?!" Stiles demands, voice ringing with authority and so much power that Allison cannot help but take a step back, a part of her wants to reach for a weapon, to protect herself, but she feels almost like she cannot move.

"What…?" She's completely at a loss.

"Derek Hale," Stiles hisses. "Where is he?! I will not ask again!"

"Hey!" A male voice calls. "What's going on here?"

"Lets make a few things very clear." Stiles says, voice deadly serious. "We know exactly who you are…"

"My name is Christopher Vermeil, and I have no idea who…" The man begins, and while he does sound mostly confused, none of the Stilinskis miss the fact that one of his hands remains out of view, and what that's likely to mean…

"You're Argents!" Cora snaps, not at all interested in pussyfooting around.

"How…?" Allison cannot hide her surprise.

"You're Hunters, trespassing in our territory." Jackson states for good measure.

"Territory…?" Chris does a double-take.

A part of Stiles seems to realize that, while he's in no mood for long-winded explanations, they're getting nowhere, and that cannot be allowed. Derek's already been missing for… well, they've no idea how long (could be as little as 12 hours or as long as 30)! They need to find him!

"I am Stiles Stilinski," He introduces himself formally. "Emissary of the Stilinski Pack. Beacon County is our territory. You are Hunters who've been at least a week in town. Who were neither invited, nor did you request leave to be into our territory. Which means you're trespassing."

"We didn't know this was an established territory…" Christopher begins in what he probably thinks is a placating tone. "Not since the loss of the Hales…"

"You mean since Kate Argent and her accomplices burnt down the Hale House, with the family inside, killing almost the whole pack, a well-established, peaceful, innocent pack, not all of whom were wolves and with at least two children?!" Cora demands with a snarl.

Chris has no words but he blanches, Allison herself looks horrified… though they don't deny it, nor do they look exactly surprised… Stiles's fury ratchets up, enough they can all hear the crackling of electricity, at the same time the lights on the hall flicker and one comes dangerously close to exploding.

"Derek Hale is an honored guest of the Stilinski Pack, he came to us after the loss of his Alpha: Laura Hale." Stiles enlists the facts quietly. "Now he's missing… and here we have two Hunters, going by fake names, trespassing in our territory…"

"For all we know you might have killed Laura as well!" Jackson snaps. "What? Trying to finish what your relative started?!"

Stiles exhales quietly, holding back from closing his eyes. It's not like the thought didn't cross his mind as well, but they have no proof. Which is why he didn't mention it.

Allison for her part looks beyond horrified at the accusation, as does Chris for that matter.

"Listen to my heart." Chris says in a perfectly even voice. "My name is Christopher Argent, this is my daughter, Allison. We're Hunters, that is true. But we haven't hurt any wolves. We don't have Derek Hale, didn't even know he was in town! Last we knew, all Hales were either dead or in the wind. It's true we came to town under fake names. We did not report to any pack, because we weren't aware there was a new pack in the territory. And we didn't come here hunting any wolves. Truth be told, we're hunting two of our own… Kate and Gerard. They've been disavowed and declared Intolerable by the Head Matriarch back in France: Cécile Argent…"

Stiles doesn't need to look at either of his siblings to know Argent is telling the truth. Which… he's not sure which part surprises him most. They haven't exactly made it a secret, that Beacon County is Stilinski territory now, but then again, while Peter certainly has quite the network, he doesn't have the fame Talia Hale did, so it isn't impossible to believe that Hunters, particularly those in other countries, might not be aware of their pack's existence. The only ones they have an actual treaty with (if one could call a treaty to an agreement of non-violence as long as they don't step into the others' territory) are the Calaveras. But the part that truly surprises him is learning that the Argents are hunting two of their own, and not just that, they've been declared Intolerable… that's as good as a dead sentence in their world. Really, if he weren't so focused on Derek, on finding him, saving him, he might take a moment to fully process what it all means. But the situation being what it is they just don't have the time…

Stiles says nothing, he just spins around in place, practically stalking towards the elevator, which opens practically the moment he reaches it, his siblings rushing after him, neither of them paying any attention to the Argents' calls. If they weren't the ones to take Derek they no longer matter. They'll still have to deal with the whole trespassing issue, but that's just not the priority, not until they've found Derek and made sure he's alright.

xXx

They spend the whole afternoon combing through the town, trying to locate Derek, to find any possible trace of him, but there's nothing. It's not only that they cannot find Derek, but they cannot find a trail that tells them where he's been either. Instead they keep finding a different scent, one they don't like, at all…

"Wintergreen oil…" Stiles hisses.

Wintergreen oil is… it's supposed to a medicinal product, and for humans it is (some use them for all sorts of ailments, from headaches and menstrual cramps to arthritis and nerve pain, and a few others); but for Hunters… some use it very much like the lemon-flowers. Except wintergreen is sharper, more pervasive, and the one being used right then has clearly been enhanced with dark magic. Which makes Stiles's metaphorical hackles rise. He hates it, because while it's not exactly powerful magic, and he knows he could tear the spells with relative ease; it'll take time because it's been used extensively all around town, time he doesn't have as they need to focus on finding Derek! (which the wintergreen scent is making harder than it has any right to be!)

By the time evening comes Stiles has run out of patience. He drives the jeep back home, which surprises his siblings but they don't question him, because they know the look in his eyes, he has a plan… They cannot help their surprise though when they see him pull out the best map of Beacon Hills the family has, unrolling it across the dining table before heading into the study.

"Wait!" Jackson calls as he sees his brother return to the dining room carrying a knapsack, the one they all know holds his tools. "What are you doing?"

"Finding Derek." Stiles answers simply as he pulls an athame out of a side pocket. The knife is small, nothing like the various daggers he favors for close-combat; but then again, it's not a weapon, it's a ceremonial blade.

"Locator spells don't work." Cora points out, brow furrowed. "You said so yourself."

It's true. Locator Spells are tricky little things. It's easy enough to use one to find a thing, and even a place (as long as it isn't warded… then it becomes a battle of wills and power), people though… one needs to have a very personal possession of the person they are looking for, or something with their DNA (the spellweavers call it 'essence' but the point's the same), and a very good reason to be looking for said person. They certainly have a very good reason, but no anchor to use. There's one exception though…

"Blood magic…?!" Cora gasps in realization. "But…"

"Isn't that dark magic?" Jackson inquires.

"No specific magic is entirely dark or light." Stiles declares a bit distractedly as he sets up what he needs. "It's really all about intent. You can use magic to kill someone, but if it was to protect others, or even just because that person was already dying, in pain and you eased their passing… then it's not dark. Or you can use the most simple of spells, one for levitation, and use it to kill someone, to destroy something, not out of need, but simply because you want to… that's dark. And in both cases it wasn't about the spell. Blood magic… it's not dark, but it's complicated, and there's always a price…"

Well, strictly speaking, all magic has a price. But with most kinds of magic the price comes in the forms of the caster's energy, or the land's, at times perhaps the use of specific herbs, talismans and the like. Blood Magic is different, it's best known expression of it is sacrifice. That's why it's seen as dark magic by the most conservative magic-users. It's like most have forgotten that sacrifice, true sacrifice, is always willing. It's when the sacrifices are unwilling that the result of it can be called dark magic.

Stiles mutters a spell in some dead-tongue probably only Lydia would be able to understand before cutting open the palm of his hand, allowing blood to pool there a bit before he flicks his wrist, letting the blood splatter across the map.

"Cor…" He calls then, turning to his sister. "May I?" He gestures to her head with his un-bloodied hand.

"Wouldn't blood be better?" Jackson asks.

"Probably." Stiles shrugs. "I am using their family connection, and in their case, blood is at the core of it… but not this time. Blood Magic is tricky, and when a price is demanded for this spell, I don't want there to be any confusion regarding who will pay it."

It's clear his siblings don't fully understand what he's talking about, but they aren't spellweavers themselves so, what do they know? Cora just reaches to her head, pulling out a few hairs, making sure to pull them out, root and everything, before handing them over to Stiles, who makes a fist around them, letting his blood connect with the hair, before dropping them on top of the map and muttering a few more words.

There's a flash of light that only Stiles truly sees and by the time Cora finishes applying the liquid bandage to his hand the hair has disappeared completely and all the blood is coalescing on a specific point near the lower left corner of the map.

"Fuck…" Is all any of them can really say.

xXx

The first thing the siblings notice as they get out of Stiles's jeep, hiding it behind some big bushes just past the start of the dirt-road leading to the ruins of the old Hale House, it's that there's another vehicle there already. A plain, nondescript black van, with two people pulling things out of the back of it. Cora's snarling before Jackson fully realizes who's there.

"Should've known fucking Argents couldn't be trusted!" She snarls, already in beta-shift and just about ready to throw herself at the hunters and tear their throats out.

Jackson doesn't say a thing, but it's obvious by his stance that he's not exactly opposed to it.

"Cor!" Stiles snaps sharply.

"Stiles… we cannot let…" She begins.

He directs a single, very meaningful look at her before turning his focus to the Argents. Who are left watching confused as the black-haired were-girl straightens abruptly, her shift vanishing as she goes to stand at Stiles's right. At the same time Jackson takes position on his left. The movement is completely smooth, almost looks practiced, and it leaves the Hunters wondering if the boy is truly 'just' an Emissary…

"You have exactly thirty seconds to explain yourselves." Stiles states, voice full of authority and power (reinforcing the Hunters' belief that there has to be more to him than the Emissary of a small family-pack). "After that I'll take you down where you stand before moving on. I don't have the time to play games, and I won't have potential enemies at my back."

"My dad made a few calls, threatened a few people…" Allison shrugs, clearly not bothered at all by any of it. "There was someone who admitted to having met with Kate recently. Said she called in a favor he owed her or something. He got her a couple of generators, ammo and… some other stuff. Brought them here…"

"Of course, by stuff you mean torture equipment." Cora hisses, but she doesn't shift, and doesn't try to move against the Argents again.

"Why are you here?" Stiles finally asks.

"We're here to do our duty and stop an Intolerable." Chris states seriously.

"See, that's the problem with all you Hunters…" Stiles exhales.

"We're trying to do the right thing here!" Allison hisses.

"Perhaps, but you're still focusing on the wrong thing." Stiles states evenly. "You've completely forgotten what Hunters exist for in the first place. What your duty is supposed to be."

"We Hunt Those Who Hunt Us." Allison says in a proud tone, first in the original French, and then in English.

"Yeah, yeah, you make it sounds oh-so-noble… but what about the innocents?" Stiles says the first part in a drawl before turning abruptly serious. "What about the humans and the werewolves whom you could have helped, could have saved, and you didn't because you cared more about 'hunting' the guilty than protecting the innocent?!"

"We're Hunters…" Chris tries to justify himself.

"Then I have no use for you." Stiles states, unforgiving.

"You do not understand boy…" Chris starts.

"No! You're the one who doesn't understand: Hunter." Stiles cuts him off. "I care very little about your motives, or your Intolerables. We're guardians for this territory, and all who live in it, even those who might only be here temporarily. That is Our Duty! Today we're here to rescue Derek Hale. If Kate, or any of her accomplices get in our way, we'll deal with them. If they try to hurt us, we'll fight them. If she tries to kill me, or any of mine, I'll end her. It's as simple as that."

It's clear Chris doesn't quite believe him. Stiles imagines he sees him and sees a teenager, a boy, one who talks big but cannot possibly have the strength (and the stomach) to truly kill someone. He doesn't understand that when Stiles talks about duty he truly means it. And how far he's willing to go to protect those who're his. Stiles… he knows himself, he might not be a bad person, but he's not good either. He'll protect, he'll fight, and if necessary, he'll kill. And while he might not like it, that doesn't mean he'll regret it either, not if he does it to protect those he holds dear. Like his siblings, and though he might not realize it: Derek Hale as well.

In the end the Argents manage to convince the Stilinskis to let them help, Cora and Jackson cannot begin to fathom how, or why; Stiles… he's not fully sure himself. He just keeps getting this strange feeling whenever he looks at Allison, like he can trust her, like they understand each other, like they're connected somehow… To most people it'd make absolutely no sense at all. But Stiles isn't normal, at all. He's a Spark, a Mage, one who's looking to be the most powerful of the generation (at least in his branch of magic, he'll never even try to compete with Wyatt where witchcraft is concerned). Christopher… Stiles doesn't trust him, not really, he gets the sense that he's not a bad man, not really, but he's not entirely good either; then again, if 'goodness' was a requirement to like someone… yeah. It's not about that, but there's just something about the Hunter, Stiles cannot lay his finger on it, in any case, it's not the priority: rescuing Derek is.

The plan they make is pretty simple: most of them will stay outside the house, using the treeline and bushes as cover as much as possible, they'll do their best to draw the attention of Kate, and whoever she might have with her. Stiles, making use of his magic, would do his best to go unnoticed as he slipped into the house, found Derek and got him out.

It's not a bad plan, and most of it goes without a hitch: Allison detonates a smoke bomb of some kind, and either the sound or the smoke itself gets the hunters inside the house to come out to investigate what's going on. The Argents and Stilinskis take them down one by one (just knocking them out and restraining them, they won't kill unless it's absolutely necessary). Stiles goes through the ground-level slowly, keeping watch on anything, but the place is completely empty. He gets to the back-stairs eventually, and while they don't look like much, he does believe they can take his weight (the ones at the front of the house are totally destroyed). His magic though pulls him down instead of up, so that's the way he goes. In his opinion it's absolutely insane, are the hunters waiting for the place to fall on their heads or something? Then again, it's not like he thought much of their intellect in the first place so…

Derek's completely alone when Stiles finally finds him, deep in the basement, just before the entrance of what looks like a half-collapsed tunnel system (it was supposed to be an escape route for the pack, Stiles knows, he also knows they were barricaded before the fire ever began; between that and the mountain ash… there was no way any of them could get out. If Cora, Peter, Laura and Derek hadn't been out already…). Derek's hooked up (literally) to a generator, the constant low-level electricity keeping him from being able to shift or use his abilities. He's also chained to the wall. It's awful, so much that even with his propensity for reading whatever case of his father's (or anyone else, really) he can get his hands of, Stiles feels he's gonna be sick. He thinks it might be that this isn't a stranger being tied up, being tortured, it's someone he knows, someone he… cares about. The worst part is how honestly surprised Derek looks when he sees Stiles slip into the room (torture chamber), like he didn't expect anyone to rescue him, to even think to look for him. Still, much as Stiles hates that he knows it's not the time to argue with Derek about that, so instead he gets to work on turning off the generator, unhooking Derek from it, and then getting him out of those shackles (it's probably a good thing Stiles can get quite intense on things, when he was still young he was curious about how to slip restraints -just in case-, he started with normal handcuffs, then zip-ties, ropes… and while there were some that he needed a bit of magic to make it work, metal shackles he can handle easily enough with just a couple of lock-picks).

"Stiles…" Derek begins, sounding a tad constipated, he clearly has no idea what to say.

"Sh…" Stiles murmurs, so quietly he can barely hear himself. "We need to be quiet on our way out. We'll talk once we're back home."

They will. They most definitely will. The Stilinskis have been trying to give Derek time, let him have his space, they knew he wasn't ready for… much of anything really. But perhaps if they'd tried harder to include him, to make him feel like part of their pack, they would have found him easier, perhaps Kate wouldn't have been able to take him at all; it's also possible that he'd have left, and then they wouldn't have known if/when Kate went after him so… perhaps it's best not to dwell too much on 'what ifs'… this is the hand they've been dealt, and they will do their best with it. Like they always have.

Stiles realizes the moment he steps off the staircase and back onto the ground-floor, that it's much too quiet. When he went down he could hear gunshots, and growls, and shouting, and now… nothing. He raises his arm to stop Derek silently when the were almost steps past him. It's a good thing he does, he realizes just seconds later, as they reach the front-yard and find none other than Kate Argent, she's holding Cora by the hair, against the front of her body (probably to use her as a shield), her other hand is holding a knife at his sister's throat. A quick look around lets him know Jackson's on the ground, twisting and groaning in pain, Allison beside him, pressing a piece of clothing against his chest, probably to try and staunch the bleeding. If wolfsbane was used (of which there should be no doubt, they're dealing with hunters after all), Jackson isn't going to heal until they deal with that. There are several men unconscious around the clearing, and Christopher Argent, gun in hand but down, it's obvious he's trying to talk Kate down, and it's just as obvious that it's not working.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are…" Kate sing-songs in a childish tone.

And really? Cheesy villainous taunts? Where did the bitch learn those? Is there some kind of 'Villains R Us' 'Villains Anonymous'? And yeah, Stiles knows he's not exactly sounding sane, but he never claimed to be!

"You must know, I hate it when people try and take my toys." She goes on, her voice cold, harsh, though at least she isn't faking that little-girl voice, which almost made Stiles feel sick.

"Well, I hate it when psychopathic bitches try to hurt my pack so…" Stiles calls in a drawl as he steps onto the house's front-porch.

He can feel the very tips of Derek's claws brush his lower-back as the older were reaches for him, tries to stop Stiles from stepping out, from putting himself in the line of fire. Stiles feels deeply for Derek. Everything he's been through, everything he's lost… while Peter and Cora being alive means he still has family, it also points out at something having been very wrong with his sister. A sister who abandoned two thirds of her pack (a sister who didn't actually inherit the Hale Alpha Spark, yet somehow was an alpha…), a sister who lied to him, who died on him… It's too much. And clearly, Kate being back in the picture, kidnapping him, torturing him cannot have helped matters any. Stiles wants nothing more than to bundle Derek up, get him some hot-chocolate and cuddle him until the were stops being so… broken. Hold him, help him, so his wounds (physical, mental and emotional) can finally heal…

But to do all that first they need to deal with Kate Argent.

"Little boy, didn't your mama teach you how to treat your betters?" Kate says in a chiding tone.

"She sure did, what difference does that make?" Stiles snorts. "You're not my better, you're not anyone's better. Nothing more than an old, perverted, murderous, psychopathic bitch."

With each word Stiles takes a step forward, only what he's doing is less walking and more… slinking, the smooth, almost sensuous moves of a predator. Kate, even half-lost in her insanity as she is, cannot possibly miss that.

"Stay where you are!" She snarls, just for a moment sounding even more animalistic than the weres around them.

"Or what? You'll kill my sister?" Stiles almost rolls his eyes, though he stops moving forward, just briefly looking up, at the night-sky, the dark clouds gathering.

"Oh no, I'm gonna kill you! All of you!" Kate snaps.

"Well then, that doesn't really give me much of a reason to stop moving then, does it?" Stiles points out. "If, regardless of what I do, you're still gonna attack us…"

Stiles notices half-absently the moment Kate comprehends what he said, but his attention isn't really on her anymore, but on his sister. Cora, who's eyes were directed to the cloudy sky until then, looks down in time to meet his eyes. They know each other so well, have since they became siblings, in the aftermath of fire, and fear and so much loss… she knows exactly what he's thinking and moves her left arm, just slightly, just enough for Stiles to glance in that direction. It's a whole conversation in a couple of looks and gestures. He smiles. It's not a nice smile.

When Stiles was small, his mom would tell him: "You're a storm, Mischief. You have lightning in your soul, thunder in your heart, and chaos in your bones…" She probably didn't mean a literal storm but well, Stiles has always loved storms…

Kate never sees it coming. Not surprising, really. People talk about listening to the thunder, and that's because the lightning itself is actually soundless. It's why when the dark clouds above them shift and lightning strikes, there's nothing Kate can do to defend herself. She's dead before she's even aware of the danger. And by the time the thunderclap rings across the clearing, loud and piercing like a gunshot, by then it's all over.

It's almost a full minute before the Hunters are moving. Allison says nothing as she watches Stiles levitate several guns to himself, opening bullets until he finds what he wants, a snap of his fingers is enough to get the ash he needs to treat Jackson's injury. Which allows the young were to stop whining in pain.

"Phone Lydia," Stiles orders the moment he's finished.

Jackson half winces. Of course, because they're mates, and the injury was quite serious, there's no doubt that Lydia will know he was hurt. She'll be worried.

"Aren't you worried about your sister?" Chris finally asks him, though he sounds more curious than recriminating.

A snort calls both Argents attention to said sister, who's right then getting on her feet, dusting herself off. She looks completely untouched, aside for the slightest trace of blood on the side of her neck, it's like the lightning didn't touch her at all… Because it didn't. Stiles… he's not stupid, and while he might be willing to take a gamble when the situation calls for it, he'll never risk his loved ones. The handmade thread bracelet his sister wears… it might have originally been meant as a simple gesture of friendship, from one child to another. Nowadays it has enough magic to protect Cora as much as possible (like for example, from a bolt of lightning that was powerful enough to kill a psycho hunter on the spot). She's not the only one to wear such a piece either, Lydia has an anklet, Jackson an armband, and their father's watches' wristbands that fulfill the same purpose. (Stiles actually offered to make Cora something better, when he first got the idea for the protective amulets and began working on the pieces for everyone else, but she refused, wanting to keep her thread bracelet, wonky and all, it meant a lot to her, the offer of friendship, of family that Stiles made to her, the offer that changed everything for her, for them all…).

It takes a while for the storm-clouds to be fully gone, and by then the sky has grown fully dark, evening well-past. The Stilinskis are beyond exhausted, Stiles especially. It's never easy, calling on a storm, it's actually the highest form of magic he's capable of, and not something he ever does lightly (wouldn't have, if Kate weren't so deranged Stiles feared any lesser spell would take too long and not work in time).

Cora reminds the Argents that they better present themselves to her Alpha before the weekend is over (or else). When they question what she's planning to do about the hunters she informs them that another pack member will be making an anonymous call to the sheriff's office and they will be all arrested (for either 'hunting' illegally in the preserve, possession of regulated weapons; or, chances are that if they were so willing to answer Kate's call they'll have priors and will be arrested for those. It's not the first time they've had to deal with hunters trespassing into their territory, they're perfectly capable of dealing with it without giving the supernatural away). Then she's pickpocketing her older brother (because there's no way he can drive safely when he's practically asleep on his feet), packs them all in the jeep and drives home; where Lydia's already waiting, having placed the call to the sheriff's department. Tomorrow will take care of itself (and they'll have to face their fathers, whom they didn't call to tell them when everything was going down… but that's a worry for the morning).

And that's chapter two. Anyone wanna guess what's coming next? Please, I'd really, really like some feedback! What you like, what you don't, what you'd like to see, what questions you really want answers to...

In any case, with or without reviews/comments, I'm grateful for all my readers. See ya around!