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Surprise Chapter. It's not very long, but we hope you enjoy.


One Month After the Well

Gil frowns as he whiddles his second cat of the night. It had been a long couple of weeks. Hyades still didn't seem ready to talk to anyone, though that didn't stop him, Uma and Harry from trying. He was getting worried they weren't getting out to the crypt enough to keep her from going mad or sinking into a depression.

He was supposed to have the night off so he could go see Deez, but he'd opened his mouth one too many times and now he was stuck on night watch. Again.

He frowns as he whiddles away another chunk of wood. This night was dragging. Just like all the other nights since T stopped coming around. He lets out a deep sigh as his eyes lazily sweep the perimeter. Yep. Not a soul in sight.

He carves out an ear, giving it simple detail. Was T still laid out? Or was he just ducking? It had been forever since he'd seen him, but the damage he took from dragging Deez down the well must've been ridiculous. He lets out another deep sigh. He wished he knew where T stayed. It would be nice if he could check up on him for a change. He also wished he had the courage to ask Carlos if he'd seen him since the well, but he was sure Uma would view that as a betrayal. He shifts his stance as he turns his attention to the world outside the barrier and frowns. Things would be so much different for all of them if they weren't trapped here.

They wouldn't have to have these stupid rules about who could talk to who and what they could talk about. They wouldn't have to explain every single why, where, how, or when. They wouldn't have to worry about it. They would just be free to be normal fucking kids, instead of having to constantly watch their back and every shadow. The paranoia grew old years ago for him, he didn't understand where the others got their energy to stay so vigilant. If shit was going to go down it would. If it wasn't, then it probably still would. That's just how the isle was, but that didn't mean he didn't wish for more for all of them. And he meant all of them. None of them really belonged here.

How different was it over there in Auradon? The broadcasts always made it look so… Peaceful and pretty and… He lets out contented sigh. And safe. How wonderful it must be to go to bed every night, not worrying if your father was going to wake you up at four am shit faced to make you dress up in woman's clothings to entertain his friends at the bar. Albeit it had been years since he'd been forced to do that. Thanks to Uma.

He smiles as he turns back to his wooden cat. For every shit task Uma had ever given him, she more than made up for it in patience, care, and most importantly safety. Uma meant safety. She always knew what to do and say, and always kept her word. The waves could rock them, but as long as Uma was around he knew they could sail any storm the isle threw at them.

"Oy! Gil me lad!" Harry chuckles as he starts up the gangplank, "I be ah comin' ta keep ya company."

Gil can't help the smile as he puts away the chunk of wood and carving knife. "Thanks man, it's pretty boring without-" He stops himself, " People- to keep you company."

"Aye, it be that." Harry pulls himself up to perch on the side of the ship near Gil, "And what is it ya be ah workin' on mate?"

"N'other cat. Keeps my hands busy and my mouth shut… But not enough 'parantly."

"Aw," Harry frowns and leans in closer, "Ya ain'nah still sore Uma be makin' ya work yer energy off are ya?"

"Nah, not at all. My fault for not shuttin' up. Can't help it, stuff just blurts out before I can stop it is all." Gil shrugs, "Can't be sore at the Captain for doing her job." He lazily grins.

Harry smiles as he claps Gil on the back, "That be the spirit mate." He turns to look out over the dark ocean water towards the barrier, "But I be ah gettin' if ya were, nights all alone with nothin' ta be keepin' ya company but the barrier can be ah mite... " He tilts his head from side to side, his eyes squinting as he looked around, "Difficult?"

"Ain't that bad Harry," Gil grins, "Shrimpy keeps me company, but she got sick of modelin' and chased after something I couldn't see."

"She do be ah prissy little beast." Harry laughs, "I be sure it weren't nothin' more than her own damn shadow. She ain'nah caught ah rat yet." His laughter slowly dies before he looks back up at Gil, "Look mate, I know ya be ah worryin' bout Deez. But she'll be ah comin' round. She always does."

Gil pouts, "Not without someone getting her though."

"I know." Harry frowns, "Ya be knowin' it ain'nah yer fault, right?"

Gil lets out a breath so deep his sternum adjusts with a pop. "I know but… I still don't like it."

"Aye, I admit it still don'nah be feelin' good." Harry lets out his own sigh. With quick movements he kicks off the railing, landing behind Gil with an arm around his neck, "But ya be ah listenin' here sweet boy." He grunts with the effort it takes to get Gil in a headlock and pull him down, "I be ah thinkin' long an hard 'bout this," He ruffles Gil's hair with an affectionate noogie, "What if I be ah finishin' up the night watch for this here ship while ya be ah usin' yer time ta be ah checkin' on our fair fire princess?"

Gil's eyes brighten up as he turns to look at Harry hopefully. "Really?" He asks not at all bothered by the affectionate action, as he stays calmly pinned.

"Aye." Harry grins and releases Gil, "I knew that be ah puttin' the wind back in yer sail."

Gil stands back up with a renewed bounce in his step as he jumps and hugs Harry to him tightly. "You're the best mate a guy could ask for."

"Aye, I know." Harry preens, "But ya ain'nah ta be sayin' ah word to the rest of the crew-"

"O'course not." Gil quickly agrees, "Not a peep, promise." He continues excitingly.

Harry nods once and continues, "And don'nah be lyin' if Uma be askin' about it later."

Gil nods in understanding, "I won't."

"Good lad." Harry grins and shoos Gil away with his hands, "Off with ya then, be tellin' the princess we be ah missin' her somethin' fierce."

"I will Harry, thanks again." Gil smiles in appreciation and tightly hugs Harry once more before he plants a quick kiss on his cheek. He releases his friend and turns away with a blush. "Yer the best mate!" He calls out excitedly as he rushes towards the Catacombs.


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