TO FORGIVE YOURSELF

PART ONE

"Oh, yes, the past can hurt, but you can either run from it or learn from it." The Lion King.

Well, this was unexpected, and Gwaine had a very short list of the times life has caught him unprepared—a short list according to him, anyway, because it was debatable—but definitely finding Elyan bursting out of the bushes alive had to be on the top five of that list.

Gwaine and Owen crossed the river in the same time it took Elyan to push himself to his feet. Gwaine engulfed him in a hug the second he was within reach and gave a short laugh.

"Elyan, mate, you—you are…" Gwaine said as he pushed Elyan to arm's length.

"Alive!" Elyan laughed with a raspy voice. Elyan's knight cape was missing, his clothes were a mix between sweat, splotches of mud and—if Gwaine was seeing right—dried blood, all in all, Elyan looked like he could take a two week's nap and eat everything in Camelot's kitchen and still be tired and hungry later.

"I can't believe this, it's… it's really you," Owen's said as he placed a hand on Elyan's shoulder, he gave a hysteric laugh. "The Gods are finally on our side."

"It certainly looks like that," Gwaine grinned before he eyed Elyan up and down and then behind him.

Owen followed his stare and for a moment the silent question ringed in the air. Elyan's smile died on his face. No one said anything, no one had to. It was part of the unwritten knight code, they were masters on silent questions and answers and this silence meant that no one else had come with Elyan. He was alone.

"I—uh, I will just check the perimeter, make sure we don't stumble into thugs, shall I? You go and get some rest, Elyan," Gwaine finished in a mumble before he took his sword out and dashed into the woods.

"Gwaine, wait—oh, for god's sake," Owen grumbled as Gwaine disappeared past the trees. Well, he would have been surprised if Gwaine had listened to him at all. Shaking his head he turned to face his remaining friend. Elyan's eyes were unfocused, his skin almost hidden under the dirt—Owen noticed then that he was barefoot—and Owen's physician true self shined through. Elyan was startled when Owen placed a hand on his upper back to guide him to the other side of the river; Owen grimaced, startling at the touch of someone else meant torture. "C'mon, lets get you something to eat, you look like you could eat a horse."

Once on the other side both knights were quiet, the only sounds that could be heard were the soft sounds of running water and the mumbles of Elyan as he ate, who was fiercely tearing apart a piece of roasted chicken and a loaf of bread, in between bites he managed to get gulps of water.

"Easy there, Elyan," Owen recommended gently. "You will throw up if you keep that up."

Elyan as an answer just stuffed himself with another piece of bread. While the not-anymore-more-missing knight ate, Owen made a quick medical assessment of his friend, looking for broken bones, burned skin, deep cuts, anything that could indicate what kind of treatment his friend had endured, to his surprise, he found nothing worse than a few bruises and minimal cuts, more likely born from running in the woods than torture, he did found a swollen untreated wrist—that he bandaged while Elyan insisted on eating with his other hand— and he was a few pounds under his weight due to malnourishment.

"Nothing hurts when you breathe?" Owen asked as he placed a hand on Elyan's back, examining his friend just like Gaius had thought him. "Breathe deeply, twice."

Elyan breathed deeply, alright, but if anything just to show how annoyed he was with Owen who had been asking him a million questions about his health.

"I'm fine," Elyan said stiffly. "No broken legs or arms, no burns on my back, no horrible injuries in my torso, I have all my fingers still attached, I'm bloody fine." He said tiredly as he finished the last bottle of water, the little food that the knights had brought with them had disappeared in order to feed Elyan but thankfully along with the food went his hunger. Elyan sighed merrily and he felt like he could sleep right then and there, however destiny had other plans, and by destiny he meant Owen.

"C'mon, on your feet, you need to take a bath," Owen said as he tried to pull Elyan to his feet. "I'll let you sleep afterwards."

"I'm alright," Elyan said stubbornly but let Owen practically drag him to the river, ordering Elyan to strip to his underwear and wash. "I don't need a bath, Owen."

"Elyan, you look like you have spent a month in the dungeons." Owen joked as he shook his head and shoved Elyan further into the little stream.

"Wouldn't be that far off," Elyan said before he cringed, certainly not what he ought to say if Owen's pale face was anything to go by. "But I uh… I guess I'll take a shower." Elyan relented, his clothes clung to his skin and he grimaced every time he moved too much but eventually he got rid of it. Finally free of his sticky, muddy, bloodied clothes, he laid in the river for a few minutes, too tired to try to scrub the dirt off but relieved to feel the water around him. It's been ages.

Owen watched silently from the shore, true; his friend was not on the verge of dying but whatever torments Morgana put him through had damaged his body and soul, there was a look in Elyan's eyes that he didn't like, the terrors he endured or the things he saw, was Morgana cruel besides evil? And he couldn't help but wonder… if Elyan was here, where were the rest?

He felt a knot in his stomach that he refused to acknowledge, finding Elyan was better than finding no one, granted, and still he felt like running inside the woods himself. Bryan and Rowan were there somewhere, were they alive? Did they escape too but got separated on their way? He blinked out of his reverie when Elyan came out from the river, calmly taking the extra clothes Owen was offering.

Elyan's eyes shifted to the woods too before he started to get dressed.

"He won't find them, you know?" Elyan said in a monotone voice.

"Why?"

Elyan shook his head sadly as he looked towards his feet. "They never had a chance."

Owen tried hard to keep a composed face but he closed his eyes in defeat. He did not move or said anything; he had wanted to ask about the rest of his friends but the look on Elyan's face was enough to silence him. Questions will eventually be asked but he decided to spare them both for the time being.

"Take a blanket and get some rest," He almost ordered, recovering from the blow faster than it was healthy, his eyes trailing to the woods once again, this time Owen's eyes were hopeless. "Gwaine might take a while."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Saying goodbye to a friend was easier said than done, Merlin realized, especially when said friend couldn't talk back. It took a while and a lot of efforts but finally Merlin did it, in the end, he was left sniffling and scrubbing his face clean from the tears.

"You alright?" Arthur asked after several few moments. Merlin nodded jerkily. "You know? William was a very lucky man to have you as your friend, Merlin," Arthur said surprising him and Merlin both. Hearing Merlin said his goodbye had been hard on both friends. "Don't blame yourself for something that wasn't your fault."

The soft breeze blew gently as the warlock scrubbed his face clean.

"I wondered what could I have done to make things different… if I had taken the blame would he be alive? Or maybe if I had been paying attention, would I have noticed that Kane was going to shoot you? Would that have been the difference?" Merlin sighed softly as he turned to face William's tomb, "I mean… I used to think about it…"

"…But?"

"I have come to understand—with time— that nothing good comes from overthinking too much." Merlin said easily, "Once I asked the dragon why things happen the way they do; he said there's a plan for everybody and a reason to every action, everything must follow a course, we are just… pieces of a bigger plan. I have witnessed this many times as to not believe it, so I stopped thinking too much about things that cannot be changed; my father, Will, Freya… they are gone but not truly, not here." He pointed to his chest and smiled softly, realizing how stupid he was sounding and knowing perfectly well that Arthur was probably restraining himself from rolling his eyes. "Instead of letting the past hurt me, I focus on what can I do, right here, right now."

"That was… wise, I think." Arthur blinked, Merlin gets wiser by the day and Arthur, by all he was worth, still has trouble associating his manservant to this powerful sorcerer. Then he smirked. "Come to think of it, Merlin, if I had never bullied that poor boy years ago you would have never confronted me about it."

Merlin blinked, processing what he had heard before he laughed for the first time that day. "Wha—you honestly think that your pratishness was what started this? You really love to take credit for everything, don't you? May I remind you that I saved your life, you prat and that I would have saved you anyway, the only difference it would have made is that maybe I wouldn't have loathed you as much as I did then. Then, of course, I would have truly known you and hated you anyway."

"Oh, really, you should have said so!" Arthur said sarcastically, remembering all the times Merlin had been an insufferable servant

"In my defense, I thought you would cut my head off or something, so I relented and never answered back, ("I'm sorry what? You call that not answering back?" Arthur spat) then we became friends and it was easier to call you a prat and annoying and a clot pole without that fear." Merlin said simply.

Arthur blinked, unsure if that was a compliment or not.

"It amazes me, Merlin, that six days out of the week you find a way to insult my friendship in some way or the other but, strangely doesn't feel that way," Arthur said confused. "In any case, how did you and William ever got along? William looked even more of a prat than I did…uh, no offense." He said looking at the tomb.

Merlin chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Will used to say that I will never amount to anything special, I mean, he thought I was special but even then he said I brought more troubles than solutions to his life… I guess we just got along because we were outcasts in our own village. In the beginning we weren't as different as you think, things changed for him when his Father died; he grew bitter and angry. He lost faith in humanity, he lost his faith in me, he began resenting my magic, not because he thought I was evil but because he thought it was going to get me killed. When I moved to Camelot he didn't even show up to say goodbye."

Arthur hummed. "You told me that William lost his father's to Cenred's war, which was why he resented the crown and royalty, no matter the country. I thought he was just stubborn, a coward really. I remember being surprised to see him fighting against Kane of all people…he was a brave man, a loyal friend."

"He was," Merlin smiled softly and his eyes shined gold, a second later a few roots from under the ground sprout to life, adorning the tomb with beautiful green patterns.

"I misjudged him before I got to know him; he reminds me of the fact that there's a past attached to everybody, Merlin. Our past shapes us, yes, but it doesn't define us." Arthur's eyes stayed glued to the tomb, admiring the white flowers. "Even if we sometimes want to change the past those are the moments that led us here, for good or bad."

"That was wise… I think," Merlin joked but stopped when Arthur's smile didn't reach his eyes. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, Arthur. I know it's different than with Will, talking about your Mother can't be easy."

Arthur blinked before he scoffed, shaking his head. "The first person I lost wasn't my mother, Merlin. I love her but I never knew her, funny, don't you think? But no, it's not Mom… I don't remember her face or the way she looked, I don't even have the vaguest memory of her voice. Her death didn't hurt me Merlin, the space she left behind is what it's almost unbearable… she was probably the first person I missed but she wasn't a person I lost. I just never had her."

Merlin blinked, he had never thought about it that way and he decided that he was happier having known his father for a few days than never in his life like Arthur.

"Then who? Who was your first loss?"

"It…it was a friend too." Arthur glanced analytically at Merlin before looking down, anxiously toying with the grass as he gave a long suffering sigh. "His name was Edmund." Arthur finally said. "And I killed him."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Arthur opened his door just and inch and peeked outside at the guard stationed to the right side of his door and glared at him. Guard Leon had been assigned as his personal guard a few weeks ago and at the young age of nine Arthur Pendragon realized that he didn't like him. At all.

First of all, every time Arthur passed nearby the guard will mess with his hair. Arthur hated it. He wasn't a kid anymore! (Apparently, since the moment he had turned nine, Arthur considered himself a full grown up) Secondly, Leon called him 'Arthur', and even though it wasn't exactly bad it unsettled the little prince who was used to be called 'Prince Arthur' everywhere he went, and thirdly; Leon never did as he was told, or more specifically; he never did as Arthur wished—which was a miracle by itself, one thing that Arthur had learned at a very young age was that he gets everything he wishes for… but that had changed two weeks ago.

Not only had Leon been assigned as his personal guard, but his father had banned chocolate exactly two weeks ago. The worse day in existence according to Arthur. Who bans chocolate anyway? Arthur had gone to see his father and the king had said words like 'hyperactivity' and 'unhealthy' and 'doing it for your own good' but really, the only unhealthy thing about this was how much Arthur was suffering for a piece of chocolate.

Arthur had survived the first week, however, by the day eight of this chocolate deprivement he called Leon inside his room, Arthur just silently offered the guard a piece of gold and told him to get him some chocolate.

"Why?"

"Please?" Arthur said trying this new word that Lilith insisted he used, she had said that 'everything can happen when people use 'please' and 'thank you'' well, she lied because Leon refused to follow his order.

"I'm sorry, Arthur, but not even you can defy a king," Leon said and returned the coin. Arthur tried the same routine for the next six days but to not avail, Leon was unmovable on his decision.

Well,if no one was going to give him chocolate he will have to go and find it himself.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Arthur watched amused from behind the curtains of his window as Lilith looked around the room for him to no avail, confused she called Leon inside, after a quick talk and a look around they discovered that Arthur was missing. Leon sighed, shaking his head.

"Where did he go? I swear I haven't left my spot all day."

"That kid is more brilliant than any of us give him credit for," Lilith said in doom and closed her eyes in defeat, "Better find him before Uther does" and with that she left, his personal guard trailing behind her in their quest to find the little prince. Arthur grinned to himself and congratulated himself on his plan.

Obstacle number one; gone.

Arthur quickly made his way out his room and dashed down the least used corridors and hallways in hopes to not be seen, he arrived at the first floor of the castle a few minutes later, it was going to be impossible to leave the castle by the front door but… Arthur looked to his right and smiled, he looked around once more and once sure no one was watching Arthur climbed the window—with some difficulty— and then jumped to the other side, right into the royal gardens. Arthur grumbled as he finally untangled himself from the bush he had fallen into and looked around; the gardens were empty and the sun was high in the sky. After a moment of confusion, he started to walk to the left, following the dirt path that will lead him to the back of the castle and eventually to the servant's entrance door.

He had seen Madam Rossmerta— the cook—enter the castle from that door way too many times before so Arthur was sure that if he could sneak past the servant's doors he would eventually find the place where the food was stored and then he could find the box of chocolates he was looking for; all he had to do was sneak inside and hope to not be seen. He followed the garden until he came across with the border of the trees and the path that led to the entrance.

That's when he encountered his second obstacle; the entrance itself. The servant's door was huge and filled with people coming and going, carrying things around as guards and knights shouted instructions. Food was being brought inside by wheelbarrows, servants were running up and down the path with cloths and vases. The path seemed filled with people and he scrunched his face, he wasn't about to stop now, was he? Knights of Camelot never back down.

He spotted Sir Godric among the people on the entrance and Arthur perked a bit. Arthur had many teachers but Sir Godric has to be his favorite one, he was the one assigned to teach him sword fighting and he had been nothing but a good teacher to him.

You see, at the young age of five, the little prince of Camelot understood that the amazing knights he saw every day actually trained to become knights, and once he discovered they did this every day, Arthur had made it his life goal to escape supervision and sneak into the training grounds to watch them train, however, his little escapades were discovered shortly after by Lilith, who had explained to him in great detail what would happen to him dare he disobey and go missing ever again.

"I will have to tell your father, Arthur. You are the prince, you can't just go missing, do you have any idea what could happen to me shall anything bad happen to you? I was so preoccupied" She added gently after an earful where the little prince almost teared up. "Where did you go, anyway?"

"I just like to see them train…" Arthur had mumbled.

"The knights?" Lilith asked amused.

Arthur nodded and then hugged Lilith. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again just don't tell Dad."

The next day he was surprised when Lilith came into his room around that hour and just carried him—as much as he hated/loved to be carried—to the training grounds.

His Father had been there—the first time in four whole days that he had seen him!—and he feared the worse, unconsciously he clutched Lilith's shirt harder; he had been caught, his father will yell at him, he will banish him to his room forever and probably cancel his upcoming six-year-old party next month. That would mean no chocolate cake and Arthur was sure right then and there that he would die.

"My king," Lilith said as she bowed, managing to keep Arthur firmly in her grasp. "Here's the prince."

Uther nodded and looked at his kid solemnly. "It has come to my attention that my son has been… sneaking into the knights' practice without permission, Arthur," Uther said gently. "Is that true?"

Arthur looked at his hands and nodded silently.

"And you think that's wise?" Uther pressed. Arthur shrugged and looked towards Lilith who always came to his rescue, this time, though, she just lowered him to the ground. Arthur would have been astonished if he knew what that word meant.

"I just wanted to be a knight," Arthur said after a moment and then he looked up to his father. "Like you."

"Becoming a knight, Arthur, is a very noble duty and an honorable dream," Uther said with a gentle smile. "Is this your wish, son?"

Arthur nodded and Uther smiled proudly.

"Then, at this very moment I Uther, King of Camelot, name you, Arthur Pendragon, as the youngest knight in training on the realm," Uther had said in mock seriousness, the infant went rigid, arms stiff with huge blue eyes staring up at him. "Arthur, I need you to understand how important this charge is."

"Yes, Da—Father." Arthur nodded as the rest of the knights watched amused from the distance. Was little prince Arthur really going to train with them? They liked the kid but he was only five!

"One day, Arthur, you will be King, and a King needs to know to defend himself because—"

"I will be the best knight ever, where is my sword?" Arthur interrupted as he bounced on his feet and Sir Godric—general of the Knights— just had enough tact to not laugh in front of the king.

"You are as impatient as your mother…" The king chuckled and gave a long sigh, then he did something uncharacteristically of him; he ruffled Arthur's hair and Arthur grinned up at him. "Alright then, this here is—"

"Sir Godric." Arthur interrupted for the second time and then he began pointing to the knights behind his father. "And that is Sir Lionel, Sir Perseus, Sir Alarid, Sir Drew, Sir Mannon and Sir Ronan,"

Arthur grinned cheekily towards his father, expecting to hear some compliment, whoever the king just sighed tiredly as Lilith giggled softly. Arthur was a handful at times.

"Very well, Sir Godric here will be your new teacher. Lilith will escort you to your room before and after practice every day, you will pay attention and do as they tell you, am I being understood?" Arthur nodded vigorously. "You will be the youngest knight ever in the ranks of a king, you think you can do it?"

"Yes," Arthur bowed clumsily. "I'll be the best knight you ever had!"

"I know you will," Uther smiled softly. Then, from within his robes, Uther extracted the tiniest of shields and a wood sword. Arthur's eyes grew incredibly big as he took them, he giggled softly before he quickly turned towards Lilith to show her his new weapons. As the little prince babbled, the knights were all exchanging glances and amused smiles behind the king, had they just witnessed Uther being soft to his kid? Uther turned on his spot to assess them with a cold stare and the knights dropped their smiles and went rigid.

Uther smirked internally, it was good to be king.

In that moment, Arthur's stomach grumbled softly and he was remembered of his mission: chocolate, right. He looked to the servant's entrance once again. Arthur hummed softly, pondering his options, that's when he heard a voice behind him and he huffed. Of course, of all people she had to find him first. Really, this girl was a problem the second she came to live in his castle.

"Arthur? What are you doing here?"

"Nothing," Arthur said turning around, there staring up at him with bright green eyes was Morgana, the girl that had come to live with him a few years ago, her dark curly hair was tied up in a ponytail and her lilac dress was torn by the knees. "What happened to you?"

The girl pouted and looked down at her dress. "I was following you and then I jumped out the window… I think I broke it."

Arthur blinked, could dresses be broken? He didn't know so he didn't say anything. Morgana then stared down at her torn dress and began sniffling.

"My father will buy you a new one," Arthur said in a hurry.

"Really?"

"Really." Arthur nodded vigorously. "Ten different colors if you want, just… don't cry." He added with disgust.

Morgana blinked and then smiled widely, she was missing a tooth and anybody else besides Arthur would have called her cute. Arthur Pendragon, though, found her just annoying. "Alright!"

"What are you doing here?" Arthur asked as she motioned her to lower herself to the ground.

"I wanted to see what you were doing," She deadpanned. "What are you doing here? You Father said to never come here." She whispered as she hurriedly went to hide behind the tree with Arthur and peeked from around the bushes. "He said to not mingul with them."

Arthur shrugged, he wasn't going to waste his time explaining his delicate plan to find chocolate to the girl, however, before he had time to dismiss her, the girl shrieked and Arthur actually lost the balance on his feet and fell. He didn't know girls,—or humans— could make such sounds. Before he had time to stop her Morgana had dashed from behind the bushes and went to hug a girl with honey skin and curly brown hair that was nearing the path along with her mother.

"Gwen!" Morgana screamed delighted and went to hug the girl. The servants around laughed at the sight as the girls began talking and babbling incessantly. Arthur rolled his eyes; girls, he didn't know why they existed besides making his life complicated.

With Morgana out of the picture, he began to observe the entrance once again, the stream of people had died down considerably and Arthur suspected that he could follow the line of the trees and then hurriedly dash inside the door, he could probably sneak inside without being seen.

He smirked. He would have his chocolate today, not matter how. He will even gift a piece of chocolate to Leon, just to make a point.

Arthur followed his plan, nearing the entrance as he took cover in bushes and trees, eventually the line of the trees died and Arthur knew it was now or never, in that moment, though, he doubted when he saw a maid angrily looking around, he dashed back inside the bushes and kneeled, he had never seen her before but Arthur instantly thought that he was looking for him. A minute later she looked in his direction.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

"Edmund! What are you doing there?!" The woman screamed and Arthur blinked, Edmund? A voice answered from above him and Arthur confused beyond belief looked up. A kid, at least a couple years younger than him, was perched on the highest branch of the tree Arthur was hiding by.

"Hi mom!" The kid waved and the woman huffed exasperated.

"Get down from there right this instant, young man! I have been looking for you everywhere!"

"Coming!" The kid yelled as he expertly began making his way down, it was when he was almost at the bottom that he stopped, seeming to notice for the first time that Arthur was there. The green eyes of the kid locked with the blue eyes of Arthur and he furrowed his brow. The kid opened his mouth but Arthur hushed him and shook his head.

"Edmund?" The woman called and the kid turned to see his mother, he finished lowering himself to the ground and with one final stare towards Arthur he dashed from behind the bushes and went to his mother. "I'll be in the kitchens for a few hours, go and find Gwen, Elyan, and the others to play for a bit, alright? But no climbing."

"Alright."

"Promise me." The woman demanded, lowering herself to the ground and the kid nodded, his dark curly hair following his movement, she smiled, kissed his forehead and patted him on the back. "Off you go then."

Arthur waited a few minutes before he risked to look up the bushes again, the woman and the kid were gone and once again the path was somewhat empty. Arthur looked around and above—just in case another annoying kid was hiding in the trees—and dashed inside the gallery.

He quickly went to hide behind some boxes and once sure that he was safe Arthur's blue eyes went huge. He had never seen so much food in one place, boxes upon boxes and stacks upon stacks of vegetables, fruits, cheese, bread, barrels of wine and water. Arthur giggled amazed. With so much food no wonder why his father loved to eat so much.

He looked around and began searching for the chocolate boxes. They had to be somewhere around here. After a few minutes of wandering around, he heard noises above his head, confused he looked up to see the same kid from before perched at the edge of a box that was higher over his head. The kid was biting happily on an apple as he carelessly drummed his feet against the wooden box. Arthur blinked, so much for promising his mother not to climb.

"Hello!" The kid said enthusiastically.

"Uh… hello." Arthur stared at the kid up and down, his curly black locks and green eyes contrasted with his tanned skin.

"Catch!" The boy said and Arthur had just enough time to catch the apple that the kid tossed in his direction when he had an idea. He dropped the apple unceremoniously—the kid made an indignant noise—and from within his shirt Arthur pulled out the daily golden coin that Leon just refused to take.

"You know what this is?" Arthur asked and the kid tilted his head.

"A coin?"

Arthur nodded. "You know how much worth is this?"

The kid shook his head. Arthur didn't know either but he always saw how other's people eyes went huge when they spotted them. "You could buy a castle with it!" Arthur whispered and the kid hopped off the box. Now standing one in front of the other Arthur noticed that the kid was a few inches shorter than him and was now staring up at Arthur with doubt. "I will give it to you if you help me to find the chocolate boxes."

"I love chocolate." The kid grinned after a moment. "I'll help you."

"Uh… thanks." Arthur said with a soft smile, uh, this was even easier than he had thought, he handed the coin to the boy. "Just don't say anything to—"

"Mom! Where is the chocolate box?!" The kid yelled, stepping to the side looking for his mom around the gallery, several servants turned his way as his mother exited the kitchens, the kid grinned when he saw the confused face of his mother, "We can buy a castle if you tell me!"

Arthur stared at the kid in horror before he began running to another aisle, however, Madam Rossmerta was already there and caught him by the back of his shirt. She had always have a sixth sense to know when Arthur was around and the prince soon gave up his silent fight when Madam Rosmerta called for Sir Godric.

"Prince Arthur? What are you doing here?" Sir Godric asked when he stepped inside the gallery and spotted the little prince behind held by the cook, then the image of Leon and Lilith running down the gardens came to his mind and the old knight sighed, "I have the feeling that you should not be here, isn't it, child?"

"Take him back to the castle," Rosmerta said with a sigh as he passed Arthur to Sir Godric's hold. The knight took his hand and gently but firmly lead Arthur out the room. Arthur glared at the kid the whole way and when Edmund went to open his mouth Arthur turned his face. He didn't see the troubled face of Edmund's, and he certainly didn't care when the kid waved him goodbye.

A/N: Well part 2 is waiting, I hope, for you guys.