Hey Descendents,

F.C. We heard the 'hint hint' loud and clear ;)

We're at it again today, so maybe we'll get another chapter out. (And hopefully, we'll finish up the conclusion of book 1.)

We hope you all enjoy our latest chapter, and we're back to including Twisted's questions at the end, so be sure to check those out.


The next morning… A Tuesday...

"T be ah thinkin' he can be settin' the meetin's up every dark night under the no moon." Harry grins as he shimmies further into the pile of blankets and pillows T was gathering for the new hangout.

Ah. He had a feeling that had been what had gotten the fire princess her spark back. "Well, that's fucking good. I wasn't sure how much more I could take of her being so… Honestly, it's been… Trying, having two T's to deal with."

Harry shrugs, "Mate, it be ah soundin' like she were just tryin' ta be what you all wanted her ta be bein', it just ain'nah her though."

"We didn't want her to change, just break and tag some shit with us," He frowns, as he runs a hand through his hair. Why was it so hard to have this conversation. "Just to keep Maleficent off our backs you know?" Oh. Because of the guilt. He was pretty sure the whole gang was feeling it. Even Mal, which was unfortunate because it just made her nastier.

"I don'nah be knowin' if ya be knowin' this 'bout me fire lass, but she can be ah takin' things ah mite serious." Harry eyes Jay before he looks back up towards the ceiling, "And she were uh needin' some space ta be figurin' herself out. She ain'nah be changin', just revertin' back ta old, bad habbits an' such."

"I don't remember her ever being this bad, man." Jay rubs his neck nervously.

"Ya ain'nah ever been there when she ah hidin' in her old room."

Jay hangs his head, with another pang of guilt. Great. "No, can't say I have…" He admits with furrowed brows.

"Well then yeah, course ya can'nah be sayin' ya be seein' this." Harry shrugs, "Gil and I be ah tryin' ta work with her. She were even gettin' better at talkin' 'bout herself there for ah time. And we all be knowin' how hard that be."

"Yeah, no fucking kidding." Jay scoffs. Fuck. She must have been so damn close to joining Uma's crew it made his stomach turn. He felt disgusted with himself. It sounded a helluva lot healthier than she was now at least. She was at least happier anyways.

"Mate…" Harry furrows his brow as he sits up, "Just be givin' her some time ta be findin' herself 'again. There be ah reason she ain'nah ever be pickin' ah side." He clicks his tongue, "She is happy hangin' out with you lot."

"I mean, I knew it was gonna take some adjusting, and man am I glad as fuck it happened." He admits, "She's actually been like, talking and writing again, which all of us were super fucking relieved about. Even the dragon."

"That be good ta be ah hearin'," Harry nods as a slow smile spreads across his face, "We were being ah concerned 'bout the not writin' too."

Jay nods, "I don't blame you, she's been doin' it since she could hold a chisel."

Harry chuckles, "Mate, I be ah rememberin' her usin' paper, and the little singe marks she be ah leavin' all over 'em."

He smiles. He remembered that vividly. Like the time she got banned from the library. That was a dark day- Well week for everyone. "She's certainly got a fuck ton better at controlling her nature since then." Jay nods in agreement.

"Ain'nah that bein' the truth…" Harry shakes his head, "An' here we ah be ah worried that gettin' her period be changin' that."

Jay grimaces. Why was that word coming up so much lately? He didn't need to know about that shit. He was so fucking outnumbered, that's why. Out of the six of them, only two didn't get them. And that was fucked up. He rubs his neck. "Yeah, I guess that's, ya know, fair."

Harry laughs when he sees Jay's face, "Don'nah be tellin' me ya be squeamish-ie with all them girls."

"Don't get me wrong, I've gotten my lamp rubbed with a red flow. I just don't want to hear about Deez' or any other girl in my gang, thanks. They're like my sisters. It's just… Ugh."

"Mate, ya ain'nah wantin' ta be knowin' how I be findin' out she be gettin' it then." Harry laughs deeply."

"You're so right," Jay grimaces, "I don't."

"Didn't she bleed on you?" T jumps down from the roof.

"Aye, it be ah scarin' her, thinkin' one o' us be hurt."

"What!" Jay glares at them. "One. Okay, yeah that sounds like Deez, two. I said I didn't want to know."

"Oh." T shrugs, "Well sucks to be you then, No unhearing that."

Harry rolls on the ground until he can bury his face in a pillow to muffle the sound of his pure amusement.

"Thanks." Jay rolls his eyes. You could always trust T to be honest when pointing out the obvious.

"Any time." He walks over to lean against the wall next to Jay. "So did you tell him bout Senior and Ursula working together to ruin their children's lives?"

Jay nods, "Yeah, and I'm onboard with undoing that damage, at least until I can talk Mal down on a few issues." He rolls his eyes, "Not that I really know what to do with the information though, it ain't like we can fight them."

"Fair enough, just good to know." T shrugs. "That the OVs do actually ban together to make their kids miserable…Or at least Senior does."

"It ain'nah like anyone be ah linin' up ta be watchin' the damn fireside chats." Harry grumbles, "Seems they may ah be usin' us for entertainment."

Jay snorts in derision. "Yeah, that's about right." His nose twitches when he picks up the scent of that goop shit coming off of T. It was like the kid's signature scent. The night he figured out he was a she, he hadn't paid much attention to anything besides that fact … But if the cuts on his back were any indication, it would make sense why he wore so many layers. "Are you injured again?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at the idea. At this point, he was about to just assume T was always injured.

"Kinda." T shrugs as he shifts his weight. "S'no big though."

"What the hell did you do this time?"

T shrugs, "It was an acci-"

"I dare you to fucking finish that damn lie," Jay growls. He was so tired of this shit.

T blinks before he rolls his eyes. "I found a new plant and wanted to see what it did." He shrugs.

"And what it be ah doin'?" Harry questions.

"Burn off skin, apparently." T shrugs. "Which is good to know." He crosses his arms over his chest.

Jay narrows his eyes, "Oh yeah, how much skin did you burn off this time?"

That shuts him up for a moment. "Enough?" He shrugs.

"Where?"

T pushes off the wall. "I actually didn't have much to share besides the whole Senior Ursula shit."

Jay jumps to his feet, "Oh hell nah."

Harry stands slower, his head turning between Jay and T, "Somethin ah on yer mind Jay?"

"Just you know, playing a game of connect the dots." Jay responds.

"That is so not your job, that's Deez's department." T rolls his eyes

"Well, she's still recovering, so you get me." Jay crouches low, "So sorry to disappoint."

T takes a deep breath before he pulls up his pant leg.

Jay's eyes narrow at the nasty marks all over T's calf. Even with that shit, there was no way T wasn't feeling that.

"Happy?" He rolls his eyes before dropping it.

"You did that with a fucking plant?"

"Yeah, I did. It spread real fucking fast. Which means I'm allergic or that shit is potent. Either way no big." He crosses his arms over his chest.

"So ya be findin' ah new plant, and ya just be ah tryin' it out?" Harry shakes his head, eyes still glued to T's leg as if he could see through the pants.

"How do you think I figured out to make the medicine?" T shrugs, "Trial and error."

"What ya be ah thinkin' it were gonna do?"

"I don't know, I didn't put in my mouth first I'm not a complete idiot. It was just new and I wanted to know what the sap would do."

"So ya be ah covering yer leg that Ursula be ah injurin'?" Harry tilts his head to the side and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Well, it was already bruised."

"Bull fucking shit T." Jay frowns. He'd given the kid way too much time to think after the first question. Good to know. "Every time you fucking get hurt you end up burning it?"

T swings his head back to Jay, "What?"

"No, don't think, just answer." Jay snaps his fingers.

"Cause they need to be." T blurts out.

Jay opens his mouth to argue, but stops. He believed him, "Okay but why though?"

T shifts in discomfort.

"Nono," Jay snaps again, "answer."

"Because I'm not supposed to leave my room." He blurts out again.

Harry and Jay share a short eye glance before Harry chuckles, "What idiot be ah tryin' to enforce that…" He shakes his head before he leans back against the wall, "Mate, I be glad ya ain'nah bein' stuck behind walls."

T shifts in discomfort. "Me too."

Jay bites at the skin of his lips, "Me three." He admits before he plops back down on the blankets, "What an asshole."

T shrugs, "Kinda, yeah." He shifts his weight. "I'm uh… Gonna go now."

Harry waves him off with a frown, "Ya ain'nah bein' in any kind ah shape ta be practicin' anyways."

"You guys were gonna practice?" T asks as he pauses and turns around.

"Duh, we talk, we pry, we fight." Jay shrugs, "Ain't that what we always do?"

"Even ah 'fore this shadow be ah showin' up." Harry grins.

"Huh." T crosses his arms, "I can still fight."

"You go first Harry, I'm gonna sharpen mine."

"Ain'nah this gonna be fun?" Harry chuckles as he pushes off the wall and walks over to the ever-dwindling pile of swords.

"When isn't it?" T questions as he follows him to swords.

This just kept getting weirder and weirder. T might not have parents or a parent, but someone was keeping him, poorly, held prisoner. Someone who made him think he had to burn himself to cover the evidence of his adventures. And if T could get out, why go back? Unless it was a powerful OV But if that were the case, wouldn't they know? OVs didn't tend to keep secrets very well. It was one of the reasons their plots failed so often before they'd found themselves in the barrier.

Still… It was another piece of the puzzle.

And good to know that snapping seemed to be an effective method to not think of lies. He'd been working on his trial and errors, after all, compiling different ways to get the kid to share something about himself. And every time he did admit something, it both made complete sense but didn't at the same time. Tonight though? Tonight with two short sentences he'd learned more about T than he had after years of knowing him.


Yo!

Sup what I assume is mostly bitches... (Correct me if I'm wrong Male readers!)

Have you missed the meetings with Harry and Jay... and always eventually T?

What did you guys think of the snapping interrogation technique that Jay came up with? What did you think of T's responses?

Were you surprised by Harry and Jay's reactions? Do you think their reactions were reasonable? Or were you hoping for something different? What would you have done?

On a not chapter review related note... Would you guys be interested in knowing what songs we used for character inspiration? If you would tell us what character we should start with.