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Previously: After the firefighter's benefit ball where Tony had learned of the double dealing of his own company, Ed managed to comfort him and anger him, all in one night.

Pepper's POV – Mid-November 2009

Pepper entered the Malibu mansion, glancing around the empty living room. Even though JARVIS had informed her before coming that Tony was busy, she had at least expected to see Ed lounging around somewhere like she had grown used to but… The young woman wasn't anywhere to be seen.

With a confused hum, Pepper glanced towards the stairs leading towards the lab downstairs, wondering for a moment if Ed would be down there with Tony.

But JARVIS had said only Tony was busy.

Pepper decided to try Ed's room first and headed in that direction. As she walked, Pepper wondered if she should offer to get dinner with the teenager. It had been a while since the last time they had gone for some take out and, knowing Ed and her insatiable appetite, she wouldn't refuse a meal.

Pepper just needed to determine what they would have to eat.

Maybe Ed would be in the mood… mood for…

Pepper had arrived at the doorway to the room and had slowed to a stop, staring in surprise at the sheer mess. It almost looked like it had gotten worse since last time. Papers and books were strewn across the floor, bed and even the nightstand and dresser were barely visible anymore.

Ed was in the middle of it all, on the floor, a pen in hand as she... furiously scribbled in a notebook, a deep frown on her face. Pepper watched for a moment as Ed stopped writing, stared intently at the page, at a pile of papers to her left, back to her page and –

She ripped it out of the notebook, crumpled it and flung it to a corner where many other crushed papers lay. Those actions seemed… more violent than usual.

"Did something happen?" finally asked Pepper, slowly inching her way into the room.

Ed hadn't seemed to have heard her as she restarted writing in her notebook, her frown looking like it had deepened.

Well, the lack of a response wasn't new to Pepper. Tony had done the same in the past and Ed seemed to have the same tendency in focusing so intensely, she didn't hear what was going on around her. No matter how much they denied it, Ed and Tony were more similar than they wanted to acknowledge.

"Ed?" she tried again with a stronger voice. The teenager jerked up in surprise, turning towards Pepper, eyes wide. "Did something happen?" she repeated.

"Why do you ask?"

Pepper sent her a look but it didn't seem to get the teenager to reveal anything. Pepper sighed, massaging her head as she said, "Even though I'm almost happy I missed the actual argument this time, what happened between the two of you?"

Pepper knew. Her gut feeling was that, once again, Tony and Ed had gotten into a fight. Usually they had their disputes while she was around and she always had to intervene. This time, however,…

Whatever happened must have been after Tony had abandoned her at the benefit.

He had said he was going to get them some drinks but…

He had never come back.

She didn't particularly care for those actions.

"Usual shit," replied Ed with a shrug, answering the previous question.

The problem was, Pepper did not believe those words. "That's a lie," she said, crossing her arms. "Ever since coming back from Washington, the two of you bicker. Whatever happened in the last 12 hours, was an argument and a bad one from the looks of it."

Ed took a deep breath but didn't answer, focusing on rearranging stacks of papers, not even looking up at Pepper.

"Ed, what happened?"

The teenager grumbled before saying, "Ask the asshole. If he comes back, he'll be in the workshop downstairs."

Pepper's eyes widened at that statement. Not at the name calling but… She had assumed Tony was already downstairs considering JARVIS had said he was 'busy'. He had gone out?

And… If he came back…?

"Where – where did he go?" whispered Pepper, her mind processing through different reasons and explanations but nothing was coming up as a reasonable answer.

Ed leaned back against the bed, taking a deep breath. Pepper had noticed that, even though Ed always seemed ready to argue and fight with Tony, she got her emotions under control before addressing Pepper. Even during an argument early on, before the Washington trip, when Pepper has stepped in – again – Ed, who had just been yelling at Tony, had changed her tone when addressing Pepper. Had it been the nicest? No. But it was leagues better than how she had just been talking to Tony.

"He's being stupid," said Ed dryly, seeming to have reigned in her emotions, the snappiness gone from her voice. "He's trying to fix his problems by himself. We fought and he went off alone."

That hadn't exactly answered Pepper's question considering how vague it was but it had been a start. "Ok, thank you for that. I'll head downstairs then…"

Ed nodded before she glanced towards the ceiling, cocking her head to the side. "Sounds like he's back," she stated which confused Pepper. Had the teenager heard something? Well, she had read that younger people were able hear at higher decibel levels than adults but...

How did that fit in with Tony returning?

"Maybe he'll answer your question. Or maybe you could talk some sense into him," continued Ed, sounding less annoyed as she went back to her papers. "The two of you seem close…"

Pepper felt heat creep up the side of her neck at those words along with the images from the benefit, of when she and Tony had almost kissed on the terrace. She mentally shook those images out of her mind, reminding herself that Tony had LEFT her after that almost kiss.

Besides, she didn't think she EVER managed to talk some sense into Tony…

"Alright," said Pepper, keeping her voice even. "I'll see you later."

Ed shrugged but waved, still staring at the sea of papers around her.

With a deep breath, Pepper carefully made her way out of the room, more questions floating through her mind than when she had arrived. She should have known better than to think a trip to the Stark mansion was going to be a normal one…

Coming to the bottom of the stairs leading to the workshop, Pepper noticed the broken glass on the floor and the missing door. Her eyes widened at the sight and she felt panic rise within her. What had happened?! Had...? Pepper took a deep breath, thinking the situation over. Considering JARVIS nor Ed had mentioned a break in, Pepper realized she shouldn't need to worry.

Yet.

Taking another deep breath, she carefully made her way through the pieces of broken glass, slowly pushing larger chunks aside. What had happened? Had it been a robot? However, she almost laughed at that thought, remembering how 'soft-spoken' the robots were. They would never intentionally break something.

Perhaps it had been Tony with whatever 'non-weapon', the 'flight stabilizer', he had been working on and had fired. The ricochet of it had been violent enough. Maybe he had fixed it since… since…

Pepper stopped upon seeing Tony.

In the position he was in. At the annoyed comments he was making.

He was on a raised platform with multiple robotic arms reaching towards him as they tried to…

"What's going on here?" whispered Pepper in disbelief. What was Tony wearing…? It looked like an elaborate metal suit of armour coloured in red and gold.

Tony glanced behind him, finally spotting Pepper as the robotic arms were attempting to remove the suit.

"Let's face it," stated Tony. "This isn't the worst thing you've caught me doing."

Pepper ignored that comment, slowly walking closer and studying the suit of armour and noticing… "Are – are those bullet holes?"

It had been less than 12 hours since the benefit…

What in the world had happened?

A week later

Even though Tony had somewhat explained the double dealing, the flight to and the resulting fight in Gulmira, Pepper still didn't feel like she had the whole story on what had transpired after he had left her at the benefit.

And she wasn't even considering the subject or cause of the fight between Tony and Ed.

The week had passed by in a blur for Pepper as she attempted keep the same manner of professionalism to convince the employees at Stark Industries that nothing had changed all the while hundreds of thoughts filtered through her mind.

Even though she was horrified that the company, that OBADIAH, was selling Stark Industries weapons to the enemy, what scared her more was what Tony was planning on doing about it.

He had been SHOT AT the last time he had gone to fix the problem. And that was what she knew about. He was probably keeping the worse parts of the story from her…

Would – would that happen again?

Would…?

Would it get worse?

Pepper had attempted to talk to Ed about the situation, about possibly convincing Tony to think the next steps through, but the teenager was being stubborn and was refusing to even be in the same room as Tony. Besides, apparently the original fight they had had, had in part been caused by Ed talking to Tony about the problem he was trying to fix.

However, what had been said exactly… that was still a mystery.

Pepper was almost tempted to get JARVIS to show her the video feed of the fight.

Almost.

But… She didn't want to push those boundaries just yet.

She cared too much about both of them to invade their privacy in that way.

Pepper was in a tough position and wasn't sure what to do anymore.

Except for trying to get some answers one last time.

Ed hadn't been in her room or ensuite when Pepper had checked so, instead, she made her way downstairs to try and talk to Tony.

At the bottom of the stairs, she was glad to see that the pieces of glass had finally been picked up from the floor, even though the door frame remained empty. Stepping into the lab, she easily spotted Tony in the middle of working on that same metal suit. She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before taking several steps forward.

"Hey, you busy?" asked Tony before she could say anything. He was fiddling with several items on the desk, barely having glanced in her direction. "Mind If I send you on an errand? I need you to go to my office. You're going to hack into the mainframe and you're going to retrieve all the recent shipping manifests. This is a lock chip." He finally looked at her, holding out an item that looked like a larger USB key. "This will get you in. It's probably under executive files. If not, they put it on a ghost drive, in which case, you need to look for the lowest numeric heading."

Pepper had wanted to get some answers about the fight but… She decided this request took priority and needed to be resolved. It had been bad enough that Tony had gone to Gulmira by himself earlier that week and had been shot at but now…

"And what do you plan you do with this information if I bring it back?" she asked, already having a feeling what the answer would be.

Tony went back to his suit, testing some of the wires. "Same drill," he said, confirming Pepper's fears. This had not been the conversation she had hoped to have but… "They've been dealing under the table, and I'm going to stop them. I'm going to find my weapons and destroy them."

"Tony," she sighed, already feeling worry begin to bubble within her. "You know that I would help you with anything but I cannot help you if you're going to start all of this again." She didn't want him to get SHOT at, she didn't want him to get hurt…

"There is nothing except this," he nearly snapped, putting down his tool. "There's no art opening. There's no benefit. There is nothing to sign. There's the next mission and nothing else."

Each word was painful to hear, a stab in her. He was willing to throw everything in his life away to destroy those weapons. And he was asking her to help him do that.

To help him fall into a downward spiral which could result in… in…

"Is that so?" she asked shortly. "Well then, I quit." She tossed the lock chip onto the desk and turned around, not wanting to let him see her that agitated.

"You stood by my side all these years while I reaped the benefits of destruction," he stated, making her stop. "And now that I'm trying to protect the people that I put in harms way, you're going to walk out?"

Pepper glanced behind her, breathing deeply. "You're going to kill yourself, Tony," she whispered, trying to keep her voice strong and even. "I'm not going to be a part of it."

She didn't want to be the one who had helped kill him…

"I shouldn't be alive," he stated offhandedly, sitting down, "unless it was for a reason. I'm not crazy, Pepper. I just finally know what I have to do. And I know in my heart that it's right."

She exhaled slowly realizing she had been right with her assumption: she was not able to talk Tony out of anything. And his mind was made up. Even though she didn't want to help him go along with his dangerous plan, she knew he would get it done one way or another.

Maybe – just maybe – if she was there along the way, she could help limit the damage.

She walked back to the desk, picking up the lock chip and examining it intently. She was going to help because…

"You're all I have too, you know," whispered Pepper, lifting her gaze eyeing Tony carefully. He wasn't looking in her direction but she knew he was listening. "And, like it or not, you and I are all that teenager upstairs has too."

There was a subtle twitch in Tony's features at that last comment and Pepper took it as a small victory before turning around.

As she headed back to the staircase, she caught sight of Tony's reflection in the remaining glance, at how he was staring after her.

She couldn't help but smile softly.

Stark Industries

Pepper allowed herself to close her eyes for a moment, focusing on the elevator music that played in the background. She had timed her arrival at Stark Industries so that there would – should – be no one around.

She could do this.

The moment the elevator doors opened, she lifted her head, keeping her body relaxed before stepping out.

As expected, the surrounding desks were empty as Pepper made her way to the large doors leading to Tony's office. She placed a hand on the handle, hoping briefly that no one had snuck into the office itself before carefully pushing the door open.

A quick scan of the room showed her that it was empty and she stepped inside, double checking behind her in case anyone had seen her go in and had followed.

Still no one.

That was good news.

Once in the safety of the office, Pepper hurried to Tony's desk, taking a seat behind the computer. Moving the mouse, the login screen appeared, prompting her for the username and password.

Pepper ignored it, instead reaching into her bag for the lock chip. The moment she inserted it, she nearly jumped at the 'Security Breach' message that appeared on screen.

Tony knows what he's doing. It should work. She kept repeating those words to herself as she stared at the message, holding her breath as her heart pounded in time with the red flashing.

And then… She was logged into the computer. It had worked.

Pepper didn't bother taking a moment to celebrate as she began searching through the files, knowing her time was limited. At any moment, someone could just step into the office. She needed to find those shipping manifests and get out as quickly as possible.

She didn't exactly know how long it had taken because of the constant pounding of her heart but she did manage to find the ghost drive.

Several folders were in it and some held manifests and shipping orders, just as Tony had said they would. They next folder…

Pepper frowned, having opened the one entitled TOP_SECRET SECTOR 16. Inside were blueprints of… an immense suit of armour?

"What are you up to Obadiah?" she whispered, recognizing the concept from the suit Tony had built. Was Obadiah trying to recreate it? At a larger scale?

How had he known about it?

Tony had not allowed Obadiah to see what was in the workshop. Pepper even figured that the concept of the gold and red suit of armour wasn't on the Stark Industries servers.

So…? How had he done it?

Pepper shook her head as she closed the folder, wanting to get back on task. Those were questions for a later time.

The next folder, titled ULTRA_SECRET SECTOR 0XX, only had one video in it. Opening it, Pepper saw a group of men, their faces mostly covered in scarves or other fabrics, surrounding one person in particular, the one with a bag over their head. She didn't understand what was being said as –

Her eyes widened as the bag was pulled off and Tony sat there, staring at the camera in confusion.

Pepper took a shaky breath as he typed in the quick command to translate what was being said in the video.

"You did not tell us that the target you paid us to kill was the great Tony Stark," an automated voice said over the man's words. "As you can see, Obadiah Stane –"

"Oh, my God," whispered Pepper in shock.

"– your deception and lies will cost you dearly. The price to kill Tony Stark has just gone up."

Pepper didn't need to – didn't want to – hear anymore of the video and she closed it, taking a shaky breath as she digested that news. She initiated the copying of all the folders on the ghost drive as... She was still trying to wrap her mind around the situation… Not only had Obadiah been double dealing but had been the reason that Tony had gone missing for three months.

That video was proof enough to –

"So –"

Pepper gasped in surprise, jumping slightly as she looked up, seeing the last person she had wanted to come across standing at the doorway.

"– what are we going to do about this?" asked Obadiah as he slowly entered the room.

Pepper watched him, staying perfectly still at the desk, hoping he didn't hear the pounding of her heart. He was still walking as he hummed in a questioning manner, heading towards Tony's liquor display. The silence was almost unbearable for Pepper as the two of them continued to stare at each other as if waiting for the other to crack.

She didn't know what the question referred to and she didn't want to offer an type of response that could potentially blow her task to oblivion.

"I know what you're going through, Pepper," said Obadiah as he uncapped the decanter of whiskey.

Pepper ignored that comment, especially considering he had wanted Tony killed… Besides, what he understood was beyond her. Instead, she glanced briefly towards the screen, noticing sadly that the files were still in the process of copying.

She needed more time.

As Obadiah lifted the decanter, his gaze was locked on Pepper as he said, "Tony. He always gets the good stuff, doesn't he?" And he proceeded to take a whiff of the whiskey.

Pepper hesitantly smiled and nodded, not particularly caring for the double-meaning nor the intense staring. However, she needed to stay at the computer until the copies had finished and she needed to act as calm and unbothered as possible to be able to leave with the incriminating information.

As Obadiah began pouring himself a glass of whiskey, Pepper ever so slowly moved the newspaper on the desk closer to the computer to hide the lock chip. Another glance at the screen showed that the files were still being copied and she bit back a groan of irritation.

Obadiah had finished pouring his drink and was making his way around to her.

Acting quickly and discreetly, Pepper moved the mouse enough to open a drop down menu to activate the screensaver, just as Obadiah was within distance to see what was on the screen.

He stopped walking, standing over Pepper's shoulder and, from the corner of her eye, she noticed how he was focused on the computer and not on her. He wanted to know what she had been doing.

"I was so glad when he came home," said Obadiah slowly, as if he was making the words up as he went along. "It was like we got him back from the dead."

Pepper schooled her features, not wanting to react to those words.

Not when the person saying them was the one to order the kill on Tony.

She took a steady breath, trying to ignore the overpowering scent of Obadiah's cologne as he circled around her and took a seat on top of the desk.

"Now I realize," he began and Pepper could finally turn towards him, to actually look at him. "Well, Tony never really did come home, did he? He left part of himself in that cave. Breaks my heart."

Pepper hesitated at that statement. Even though there was immense hate for the man in front of her, she didn't find herself disagreeing with him.

Tony had left a part of himself in that cave but it was the worse parts of him.

The Tony she had seen for the past several months was different, more responsible and – dare she say it? – more considerate to the world around him.

Did he still have a way to go? Yes. The still mysterious fight with Ed and the discussion she and Tony had just that morning were proof enough. However, where he was now was leagues away from where he had been before his capture.

"Perhaps that… psychologist he's seeing will put the pieces back together," stated Obadiah, staring at her intently. "I can't say for sure though since I couldn't find anything on her for references."

Oh no… Pepper realized that he was now dragging Ed into this. "She came highly recommended," she replied, thinking quickly. They should have seen this coming, that he would dig for information. How much he had put together was another story…

"Really?" He even had the cockiness to tilt his head to the side. "By whom?"

There was a moment of hesitation before Pepper realized there was someone's authority he would not dare question and it could buy them time. "Peggy Carter," she replied, keeping her gaze steady as she stared right back at him. Pepper could only hope that that answer would be enough to divert the subject off of Ed and her fake persona of Gracia, the psychologist.

"And, as for Tony," continued Pepper, "he's a complicated person." Obadiah was staring at her now as he took a sip of his drink, almost looking as if he was schooling his features. He must not have liked her answer, of her bringing up Peggy. "He's been through a lot. I think he'll be alright," she added, nodding more to herself, to remind herself that he was.

Obadiah seemed to be thinking that statement over. "You are a very rare woman," he said and Pepper forced herself to smile at that comment. "Tony doesn't know how lucky he is."

Pepper needed to push herself to chuckle as she looked away, unease settling in. "Thank you," she said, attempting to actually look at him. "Thanks." This whole situation had been enough for her and she hoped the files had finished copying. "I'd better get back there," she said, pushing herself up. As one hand reached for her bag, the other went to the newspaper, sliding it just so that she could unplug the lock chip.

She just hoped the movement was subtle enough to not alert Obadiah.

He didn't seem to be following her as she circled around the desk and she reminded herself to take even and casual steps, almost slowing down just to make sure she didn't power walk out of there. Her beating heart didn't help her keep calm but she needed to, just for a few more steps.

"Is that today's paper?" asked Obadiah, making Pepper almost stumble to a halt her eyes wide.

She was almost to the door!

Refocusing once more, Pepper glanced back at Obadiah with a soft smile and a, "Yes.".

He was already heading in her direction a somewhat welcoming smile on his face with his hand outstretched. She barely had time to lift the newspaper and it was already in his hand.

"The puzzle," he explained, stopping too close to her and pulled the newspaper away, holding it up.

"Of course," replied Pepper, nodding a few times and forcing another smile in an attempt to mask the unease she felt at his proximity.

It took a moment before Pepper took a deliberate step back and turned to walk out the still open door.

"Take care," said Obadiah.

It was only after a few steps that Pepper had enough courage to look back to nod and send a smile in his direction. Even if her entire being was telling her to run out of the building, she needed to maintain her composure.

Opening her closed fist, Pepper eyed the lock chip and the green light on it, the indication that the files had been copied successfully.

She had a moment of relief as she headed to the stairs, not trusting the elevators: she just wanted to get out of the building as soon as possible and couldn't risk the elevators malfunctioning.

Pepper didn't kid herself with the current situation: she knew that, the moment she was out of sight, Obadiah would check what she had been doing on the computer.

He may even see that she had gone snooping and had copied files from the server.

Her only hope was that he wouldn't cause a scene in the office to stop her. If he did, he would be exposing the documents she now had on the lock chip.

That lock chip was her key to a successful exit.

Just to be safe, she picked up the pace slightly.

The more flights of stairs Pepper descended, the more she felt her heartbeat hammer in her chest as she thought over what she was going to do once she was out.

Her initial plan had been to go back to Tony's mansion with the information but… Wasn't there anyone who could –

"Miss Potts? We had an appointment."

Pepper had reached the lobby by then and her gaze snapped up to see Agent Coulson sitting comfortably, looking up at her with his overly calm expression.

"Did you forget about our appointment?" he asked and Pepper found the answer to her previous question, a plan falling into place in her mind.

"Nope, right now," she said quickly. "Come with me." She motioned with a tilt of her head as she marched past him.

"Right now?" he asked, scurrying to pick up his bag and following her.

"We're going to have it right now. Yeah, walk with me."

"Okay."

She was thankful that he went along with the whole situation, keeping pace next to her.

After a few more steps, Pepper glanced behind her and spotted Obadiah on the second floor, staring down at them intensely. However, he didn't move. He just watched them. At least she had been correct: he wasn't going to cause a scene.

"I'm going to give you the meeting of your life," she stated, glancing towards Agent Coulson. "Your office."

It had been several hours from the time Pepper had fled Stark Industries with Agent Coulson and she still had not managed to feel any more comfortable with what had and was currently transpiring.

The jarring realization that OBADIAH had been the one to pay someone to kill Tony…

It still made her insides twist in horror.

As Agent Coulson was assembling a team to go back to Stark Industries and arrest Obadiah, Pepper pulled out her phone and hit the speed dial for Tony's number.

In all the chaos, she had only been able to try two other times to get a hold of him but neither one had been successful.

The third try didn't look all that good either…

Why wasn't he answering? She wondered, biting her bottom lip in worry.

"Miss Potts?"

Pepper looked up and Agent Coulson motioned for her to follow. She would be accompanying the agents considering she could easily get them on the premises on top of knowing the layout of Stark Industries and where sector 16 would be located.

Even though she had no idea what Obadiah was using it for.

As she walked alongside the agents, he took a chance and hit the speed dial number once again, bringing the phone to her ear.

One ring.

Please…

Two rings.

Tony, pick up…

Three ri-

It stopped ringing. Someone had picked up and Pepper's heart skipped a beat, hope flaring at… at…

"Tony?" Why wasn't anyone answering? "Tony?" Still no answer. "Tony, are you there? Hello?"

And then, all Pepper heard was a dial tone.

A… dial tone…

"Miss Potts, did you get through?" asked Agent Coulson, slowing down to walk beside her.

She shook her head, staring at the phone.

He needed to be alright.

He was going to be alright.

Pepper picked up the pace to keep up with the other agents, reigning in her fear. It wouldn't do anyone any good, not now, not with the situation at hand.

Besides, Tony wasn't alone.

Pepper mentally reminded herself that, once this whole affair was over with, she would need to get Ed a cellphone to be able to contact her.

In the meantime,…

Hopefully it worked.

She pulled up the video call function on her phone, finding Ed's tablet after some searching. She was thankful that both her phone and the tablet were Stark tech and therefore were able to communicate with each other.

It took a moment after hitting the button 'Call' for the connection to be made before it began ringing. Pepper stared at the screen for –

Disconnected.

Keep it together, she thought to herself, pushing away the dark scenarios that crept up. I still have options.

And she hoped that, this time, someone would pick up.

And they thankfully did after only one ring.

"Pepper?" answered Rhodey, sounding puzzled.

"Oh, thank God," she breathed, happy to be speaking with SOMEBODY. "Rhodey, I need you to do me a favor. I need you to go check on Tony at the house."

"Is he in trouble?" asked Rhodey in confusion.

"He may be. I don't know. Possibly. Obadiah had contracted terrorists to kill Tony. That's why he was missing for all those months. And now that I have proof of it, I – I believe Obadiah may go to Tony. But I don't know if he will. But can you –?"

"Wait, what do you mean? He paid to have Tony killed?" repeated Rhodey, confusion clear in his voice.

"Obadiah, he's why Tony was kidnapped and held hostage. They wanted more money from Obadiah when they found out that –"

"Pepper slow down. Why would Obadiah –?"

"I don't know why," she cut in, exasperated.

"Okay," he replied, seeming to finally understand. "So, Tony's supposed to be at his home?"

Pepper nodded as she walked into a parking garage alongside the other agents. "I'm hoping he still is," she replied. "But they're not answering," she continued, keeping up with Agent Coulson in particular.

"They?" repeated Rhodey but Pepper didn't want to get into that conversation just yet… She just needed him to check at the house.

"Please, just go over there and make sure everything's okay," she whispered.

There was moment of silence before Rhodey said, "Of course. I'm heading there now."

Relief washed over Pepper at those words. "Thank you, Rhodey," she said before hanging up.

One problem had been taken care of so now, onto the next one.

"I know a shortcut," said Pepper as she got into the passenger's side of Agent Coulson's vehicle.

She just hoped that Rhodey got to the house in time.

This is probably the longest uninterrupted POV that isn't Ed's and I hope the readers have enjoyed it! Y'all probably have an idea of what's coming up! ;D

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