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Heyo!

Oh...bless Jack's little heart, I still feel for him.

How does he feel being back? And how will everyone deal with it?

Read on to find out... ;D

Ruhe

Jack calmly awoke out of his slumber, his eyes heavily blinking open to stare at the ceiling above him. The room was bathed in the blues and greys of night, but he had no way of discerning the time. His chest still felt heavy, albeit his eyes had dried and the raw rage had subsided, leaving behind the crushing despair and the calloused shame of having had crawled back to this goddamn house. Back to the ones he had hardened his heart toward and the ones he had promised himself he wouldn't so easily forgive.

And yet…

He listened to the soft breathing of both Toothless and Hic lying on either side of him in their bed, the familiar warmth and scent of a space they once shared enveloping him in a shroud of security. Looking to the right, he saw Hic curled up with his back to Jack and facing the edge of the mattress.

He felt his eyes start to tear up again and his throat constricted as he struggled to hold back a renewed wave of sobs. Why did he decide to cheat on Lucy with him? Why did he always have to be such an asshole with every relationship he ever had? If only he had stopped himself…maybe then Lucy wouldn't have found out and…

Jack sucked in a hollow breath to hold himself back. He didn't want to cry again. Not in front of Hic.

Hiccup stirred a little in his sleep before settling back in the same position and Jack breathed a small sigh of relief. He was thankful that Hic slept like a boulder. Toothless on the other hand…

Jack looked to his left to check on the raven-haired boy. To Jack's surprise, he saw Toothless lying shirtless on his stomach, his head resting on one folded arm and his mouth slightly open as he slept. It surprised him, since Toothless never went without a shirt, save for showering. His eyes wandered over to Toothless's back, which from his position he could clearly see the thin, intricate scars that coiled their way across his skin. It had been a long time since he had had the opportunity to look at them…

Reaching a hand up slowly, Jack tentatively touched his fingertips to one of the definitive lines, the scars slightly raised but smooth to the touch. As gently as he could, he traced the pattern up, encircling Toothless's shoulder blade and brushing his hair to the side. Then Jack softly traced his fingers down, weaving their way across his spine, drawing along his hips and sides, before feathering his way back up to where he had started…

"Mm… That feels nice." Toothless sighed serenely, causing Jack to quickly retract his hand once he realized he had woken him.

He looked down to see that Toothless had opened one eye and was peeking up at Jack through his curtain of black hair.

"Sorry," Jack apologized as quietly as could so as not to disturb Hiccup. "I just noticed they're not as dark as they used to be…" he said giving the lamest excuse he could think of.

Toothless smiled gently at him and Jack turned his head to return his attention to the blue-grey ceiling.

"You sleep shirtless now?" he asked, partially out of curiosity and partially wanting to keep the attention on Toothless.

"Mhm," Toothless answered simply. "My therapist encourages it."

"Your therapist gives strange advice," Jack muttered as unintelligibly as he could.

However Toothless still managed to understand him, since he elaborated, "I actually suggested it." Jack glanced over at him curiously as he continued to explain, "I'm trying to accept what happened…and I can't do that if I keep hiding from it."

Jack watched him for a moment, and even in the darkness he could make out the assuredness behind Toothless's eyes. He seemed stronger than when he had last seen him. Maybe that was a good sign.

"Makes sense," Jack said returning his blank stare into the ceiling and crossing his arms across his abdomen. After a moment, he could almost feel Toothless's flurry of thoughts and Jack knew he was waiting for him to say something else. He wasn't entirely sure how Toothless seemed to know what had happened to him or why he was so quick to comfort him. After all… Jack had been an asshole to him as well…

"I'm sorry…for…throwing a tantrum," Jack stated stubbornly, not allowing himself to look anywhere other than directly above him.

"There's no reason for you to be sorry," Toothless murmured, still on his stomach, his voice somewhat muffled by his arm.

"How did you know?" Jack asked suddenly, him already feeling his voice start to feel tense and waver from the raw memory. He wanted to know why Toothless seemed to know so much about him when Hiccup hadn't a clue.

"Because I heard you say 'was'," Toothless replied gently in reference to when Jack said his girlfriend was pregnant instead of is. "And besides…" he said his voice trailing off a little before he admitted, "I know how much you wanted a family."

Jack turned his head sharply to look at him as he demanded incredulously, "How?" Jack had never before given any indication that he was interested in settling down. In fact, he had kept both Hiccup and Toothless from referring to him as their boyfriend because he was in such opposition to commitment. Not to mention he managed to screw up every relationship he was ever in. And Toothless himself had on multiple occasions told Jack off for being immature and flighty…not that Toothless was a pinnacle of morality either. But still…

"Because you told me," Toothless said simply.

"No I didn't," Jack argued, his voice actually shaking now and he had to struggle to speak at a soft volume. "I never told you anything like that before."

"Yeah you did," Toothless countered as he rolled onto his side and supported his head on one elbow to look at Jack more squarely. "After I first moved in," he said and Jack could tell Toothless had noticed the doubtful look on Jack's face. As he went on to explain, Jack could hear his voice soften as he reflected fondly on the memory. "After I moved in at the Guardians, you kept trying to get me to talk to you. I think you were just trying to make me feel more at ease so…you would just talk constantly. At first…it annoyed the shit out of me." Jack snorted scornfully. "But…I got used to it," Toothless added and smiled slightly at the memory, and it was that rare smile that Jack hadn't seen in a long while, it almost reassured Jack to see it again... He continued to watch Toothless as he went on and mumbled, "You must not have thought I was listening or something."

Jack really must have thought that as he didn't recall telling Toothless anything of the sort. He remembered talking to him, but then again, Jack would often talk to himself even when there was no one in the room.

"What did I tell you?" Jack inquired, curious as to what had happened that Toothless remembered so clearly and yet he had completely forgotten.

"You…" Toothless trailed off slightly scratching his head before adding, "You talked about how you were happier after Anna and the kids moved in… How you liked having so many people around and taking care of the kids… How it felt like one big family." Toothless kept the small smile on his face as he averted his gaze to look down as he recalled, "You said that you always wanted a family one day. Two kids. One girl and one boy. And you hoped the girl would have hazel eyes."

Jack didn't even realize that he was staring at Toothless with his mouth hanging open in utter surprise. Toothless remembered all of that…?

He felt like such a crybaby as he felt his eyes start to water and his vision blurred again. He sniffed and looked back up to the ceiling in a meager attempt at withholding his pride. It's just…he was so touched that Toothless had remembered all of that about him. He had never told anyone that before…

"Jack…" he heard Toothless start to say uncertainly, but Jack kept his gaze on the ceiling. "I know a lot has happened…and you're going to need some time. But…" he paused again before adding, "if you want to…I will get a ticket back home…to the Guardians."

Jack's battle with his tears was losing miserably as a stream flowed out from one eye. Why did Toothless have to be so nice to him?

But he didn't answer him. He couldn't answer him. He had no idea how he would feel in the morning, let alone in a few days. A month ago, he was mad beyond reason at both Hiccup and Toothless. Last week, he felt the nostalgia and longing return after Hiccup came to visit him at the library. And now…?

Jack inhaled a sob and wiped an arm across his eyes before wordlessly rolling onto his side and pushing his back against Toothless's chest. Toothless hesitated at first, but then gently wrapped an arm across Jack and hugged him against his chest. Whatever anger Jack still had against him at the moment was numbed. His stubbornness had given way. All Jack wanted…was for the hole in his chest not to hurt so much.

…

…

[What are you doing up so early on a Saturday?] Toothless heard Benedikt's voice enter through the kitchen doorway. After turning to look at his twin brother while in the middle of sipping his coffee, he watched as Benedikt quickly took in his appearance. [And dressed for work no doubt…]

Toothless didn't really feel like playing games right now, not after last night. So he cut straight to the point.

[I have to go in to finish a project I've been working on. The sooner I do so, the faster I can get that bonus we desperately need,] he said before taking another sip of coffee. [What's your excuse?]

Benedikt crossed his arms and leaned on the doorway as he answered, [Hoped to see you. Hoped to find you before you did something to evade me and from telling me why the hell you let Jack move back in.]

Toothless pursed his lips as he stared into the depths of his mug. He knew Benedikt wouldn't just shut up and let him handle it.

[It's none of your business, Bene,] he answered coldly as he raised his mug to his lips again, his breath blowing the steam gently away from him.

[Yes, it is my fucking business,] Benedikt rumbled in his attempt at keeping his voice down as he glided into the kitchen and stood directly in front of Toothless, who succeeded in avoiding his brother's gaze as he leaned over his darker-haired brother. [In case you forgot, he hurt you,] he growled.

Toothless flashed his eyes to meet Benedikt's as he tried to keep his voice calm; however, the venom still audibly dripped off of every tone as he said, [I remember. I also remember that I hurt him more than he ever has to me, so if you're going to try and weigh who has done the most damage, you might as well kick me out.]

Benedikt and Toothless stood perfectly, their gazes locked as they continued their stare down. But Toothless held his ground, leaning calmly against the counter, forgoing his coffee in order to show his resolve to his brother and force him to back down.

However, Benedikt was never one to let something go, especially after his promise to Toothless to do everything in his power to protect him. So Toothless decided to cool him down another way.

[If it makes you feel any better, I offered to get him a plane ticket back to America,] he said in a voice barely above a whisper. Ever since Hic's German has gotten better, he didn't want to risk him overhearing.

[With what money?] Benedikt demanded.

Toothless bit his tongue. They had money. Benedikt knew that. Toothless just didn't tell him he had found a way to funnel it back to them.

[With my bonus that I could get if you'd just move aside and let me work.] he annunciated carefully.

[You're just going to leave me here to play nice all day?] Benedikt demanded and Toothless knew better than to trust him to be nice at a time like this.

[No,] he answered. [Why don't you head out for the day,] he added as a demand instead of a question. [Go flounce around with that new piece of ass you found and let me deal with this.] And with that, Toothless set his cup aside and straightened up, colliding his shoulder with his brother's as he shoved past him.

[I allowed them to come over here on one condition,] Benedikt sounded as Toothless was about to leave the kitchen, causing him to stop his procession and turn his ear to listen as his brother continued. [I let them come in hopes that they'd help you get better. But ever since Jack got here, you only got worse. It wasn't until he left that you started to improve…and I don't want you to risk your health for his sake,] he finished coldly.

Toothless stood motionless and rubbed his lips together, contemplating his brother's words.

[It wasn't until he left that I realized I had to get better,] he concluded quietly. And with that, Toothless continued his way to the entryway, grabbing his jacket and exiting out the front door.

…

When Hiccup woke up, the sun had only just risen above the horizon, casting cool blueish light into his room while the sound of distant church bells announced that it was eight in the morning. Rubbing his eyes, he turned on his back to see Jack curled up in a ball on the other side of the mattress. Hiccup had forgotten briefly that he was there…it had been so long since he had shared this bed with anyone.

Jack looked peaceful as he slept. He was lying on his back with one arm draped over his head on the pillows and the other resting across his abdomen, his chest rising and falling with gentle, even breaths. If Hiccup hadn't seen how upset he was the other night, he wouldn't have ever thought something had hurt the white-haired boy.

Then he remembered how Toothless had comforted him…held him…been there for him when all Hiccup could do was stand by uselessly without a clue what was going on. Even though he had thought that Jack was angrier with Toothless than he was with him…even after he had apologized to him and they had…

Blinking and tearing his vision away from the white-haired boy, Hiccup had to strongly resist the urge to hold or touch him in any way…he didn't want to wake Jack up and welcome the onslaught of memories that his sleeping state was keeping at bay. However, he still wanted to do something for him.

Pulling on a spare grey t-shirt, Hiccup descended the staircase to make his way into the kitchen. The least he could do was make sure Jack would wake up to the smell of food. Hic knew that Jack would often lose his appetite when he was depressed, and even though he wasn't sure of Jack's current mental state, he still knew what he liked.

As he walked into the kitchen, Hiccup saw Benedikt sitting quietly at the table, doing nothing except staring straight in front of him with his arms crossed.

Hiccup stopped in front of the doorway and leaned on it to make his presence known. Benedikt glanced over at him briefly before pushing out his chair and standing up.

"Toothless has already filled me in on everything," he said curtly as he brought his mug into the kitchen and Hiccup heard him pour more coffee into it.

"You don't seem happy about it," Hiccup replied curtly as he crossed his arms defiantly.

"Yeah, well, I would not care if this didn't put an unnecessary burden on us," he said as he walked back into the dining room; however, he remained standing, leaning against the doorway connecting to the kitchen.

"What are you talking about?" Hiccup asked sharply. How could Benedikt possibly pin Jack's situation as being a bothersome inconvenience?

[He hurt my brother,] Benedikt said switching to German in a voice that closely resembled a growl.

"Yeah, well," Hiccup responded bitingly in English despite Benedikt's switch. "We've all hurt one another. Seems to be our thing, I guess."

[Well all I care about is Luka,] he responded back and shaking a finger at Hiccup. [I can't watch him deteriorate out of compassion for you two ungrateful…] he bit his tongue and turned around before saying something he'd regret.

But Hiccup could still imagine the colorful pejoratives the blonde-haired twin was going to say. He was having to fight more and more to stop himself from throwing a punch.

"I want him to get better just as much as you do…" Hiccup responded in a gentle tone.

[No you don't,] Benedikt said firmly, causing Hiccup's eyes to widen in surprise.

How dare Benedikt even imply that he didn't care about Toothless as much as he did…

[You just don't understand,] Benedikt elaborated. [Luka is the only family I have left,] he growled, letting every syllable escape with a hiss. [Watching him lose it like he did was just…] and he trailed off, inhaling sharply and looking out the dining room window.

Hiccup exhaled. He knew that Benedikt cared deeply for his brother, especially after everything they'd been through together. He just wished Bene didn't doubt his intentions so much…

"Look," Hiccup breathed, "Just leave this to me. You weren't letting me in before, but I can handle this now. Let me deal with Jack and when Toothless…" he stopped suddenly realizing a significant element was missing. "Where's Toothless?" he asked suddenly realizing that he wasn't there.

[At work,] Benedikt answered curtly.

Work…Toothless would really leave for work right after what happened last night?

[He said he has a project he has to finish if he has any hope of getting a bonus,] Benedikt clarified after seeing the concern on Hiccup's face.

"Oh…" he said, still disappointed that Toothless was gone…more so that he'd have to speak to Jack completely alone…

[Well, I'm going to disappear for the day,] Benedikt interjected. [If I come back and Luka's alter is out, there will be hell to pay,] he added threateningly to Hiccup.

[Don't worry,] Hiccup added switching to German out of spite. [He won't be.]

…

…

Nico and Luka burst through Nico's apartment door panting and with adrenaline coursing through their veins. Nico couldn't handle it. His throat was dry and his lungs were burning, threatening to burst through his chest in their desperate attempt at obtaining enough oxygen to offset the amount of energy they had exerted in their flight. Bodily affects aside, Nico needed to numb his thoughts.

[What're you doing?] he heard Luka panting behind him as he reached up into his kitchen cupboards and pulled out a bottle of bourbon.

Ignoring him, Nico still answered his question after unscrewing the cap and taking a swig out of the bottle, not even caring about getting a glass.

[Come on,] Luka said, his voice too casual as his heavy breathing subsided, [I told you we'd be alright.]

The burn of the alcohol searing down his throat was the only thing that kept Nico from raising his voice [You call almost getting shot, alright?] he asked completely flabbergasted.

[He wasn't going to shoot you,] Luka said and the amount of confidence the guy managed to randomly procure normally would have impressed Nico, but right now it made him want to punch him.

[How can you be so sure?] he asked letting the annoyance hang on his tone before taking another swig of liquor.

[Because you listened to me and didn't take the brick with you,] Luka explained, his face growing serious and Nico turned his head to look at him and was instantly caught in his gaze. [You did well, though,] Luka added. [Not many people could have stood up to something like that on their first go.]

Luka…was actually complimenting him? After Nico had almost fucked their whole operation up?

Nico felt his nerves steady as the alcohol kicked in and he exhaled while passing the bottle along to Luka. He knew Luka had been cutting back with drinking, but after an episode like today, he figured it might be a welcome exception.

Luka's eyes flickered down to the drink and he looked at it for a moment before taking the bottle and tilting it back to swallow a sizable gulp. He lowered the bottle and gasped as he stomached the burning liquor. Nico found himself watching his every movement again and had to force himself to tear his eyes away and gaze at the wall in front of him.

[You going to be alright?] Luka asked, his voice still serious, to which Nico just nodded his head.

[What happens now?] he asked monotonously.

[Now…] Luka started but then paused. The pause caused Nico to involuntarily look at him again, which he knew was a mistake. He didn't want Luka to suspect anything that went on in his mind. [Now we talk to Fabien and have Sergei transferred to another warehouse with a bonus and in addition we will give him a small amount to deal how he wishes.]

Nico had lost himself in Luka's face again for a moment, but suddenly found himself being torn back to reality, [WHAT?!] he shouted completely astonished. [We need to fire the bastard!]

Luka narrowed his eyes, causing his gaze to be evermore piercing, as he explained, [Firing people only breeds animosity. Besides, guy is smart. And he has guts. We want someone like that on our side, even if it's only to keep him quiet.]

Nico held his breath as he held Luka's gaze. He still couldn't believe that Luka would reward someone who had threatened to kill him like that.

[You're the boss,] he grumbled as he tore his gaze away and took another swig of bourbon.

Luka smirked at him slightly before reaching out for the bourbon. Nico handed it over to him, avoiding his eyes. He hated when Luka looked at him like that…

[Is it weird to you?] Luka's voice rasped as he had taken another drink.

[Is what weird to me?] Nico muttered crossing his arms in front of him and leaning against the refrigerator.

[That after hours I'm your boss?] he clarified slightly bemused.

Nico didn't answer for a moment. It did feel strange to him that Luka's personality shifted whenever they engaged in dealing. He was so…intense all of a sudden. And his whole aura burned with such a confidence that it made Nico feel as incompetent as a child. At the office he always seemed so withdrawn…almost timid, so much that Nico couldn't help it but find him alluringly adorable. He couldn't help but want to spend time with him, even if it meant committing a felony. Luka was like a magnet to him. He was unpredictable, fiery, and elegant. Nico found himself constantly wanting to be absorbed by Luka's fire.

[Nico?] Luka asked after Nico had clearly not answered him, despite staring straight at him.

[Uh…] Nico stammered averting his gaze and trying to quell the heat rising in his face after letting his thoughts drift off like that again. [I mean…I have no idea what I'm doing…so I guess I really don't mind listening to you.]

[You don't think I'm giving you an unfair cut, do you?] he asked, voice still serious.

[No!] Nico said as he steadied himself to look back into Luka's piercing green eyes, [Not at all. This is the most money I have ever had at one time. And besides…I know you wouldn't do that.]

A knowing smirk crawled up Luka's face which almost caused Nico's heart to stop.

[So what's on your mind then?] Luka asked and Nico knew the game was up. Luka could always see right through him.

But Nico was stubborn as all hell and just shook his head while grabbing the bottle again and taking his…fifth drink? Who the fuck cared…

[Nico.] Luka demanded as he took a step closer to him, which forced Nico to have to look up slightly in order to look at him now. Nico was fairly tall, but Luka still had a good couple inches on him.

His own breathing sounded as loud as a jet engine to him in that moment as he tried to string together the words he had trouble remembering.

[Did you ever make up with your boyfriend?]

Fuck, Nico could have punched himself. He couldn't have thought of anything else to say?!

Luka shook his head slightly, his eyes smoldering, as he cocked his head and murmured, [I'm unattached.]

[Ah.] Nico said as he turned his body to the side and leaned against the fridge again.

[Why so curious?] Luka asked and Nico could feel those smoldering eyes burning through him as Nico fought to keep the blood from rising in his cheeks out of embarrassment.

Nico shrugged, trying to be nonchalant about it and said, [You just haven't mentioned anything and I wanted to make sure you were ok.]

There, his brain finally succeeded in creating a reason that passed it off as just being a concerned pal.

[You can't stop thinking about the night we kissed,] Luka stated bluntly, causing Nico to feel like an anvil had just been dropped on his head.

Caught. Luka was bound to catch him. Nico had long accepted that the guy would outsmart him in practically every area. Willing to use just about anything as an excuse not to answer, Nico grabbed the bottle and quickly took another swig.

But after he had lowered the bottle, Luka had moved to standing in front of him and supporting his weight with one arm against the fridge. Nico felt suddenly nervous at how close Luka was to him…and also at how trapped he felt. He could easily get away, but he was frozen like a petrified rabbit in front of a wolf.

Luka lowered his head and Nico could feel his hair tickle against his cheek as he heard Luka's voice husk in his ear, [You liked it after all, didn't you?]

Nico was still frozen, his breath raggedly escaping through his nose. He didn't know what to say…or at least didn't want to say it out loud.

But then his body jolted after he felt a hand suddenly cup him through his pants, but he was still pinned between Luka's arm and his head.

[You're semi-hard just thinking about it…] Luka whispered clearly amused.

Even though Luka had admitted it for him, Nico still refused to say the words aloud. He didn't want to admit that Luka turned him on. That he couldn't stop his own personal obsession with how beautiful he was or how amazing it was fooling around with him just that one time. He didn't want to admit what he thought.

[What does this mean?] he shuddered as he felt Luka's breath softly billow against his ear, causing torrents of electricity to shudder down his spine.

Luka pulled back in order to look Nico in the eyes. Nico flickered his gaze between Luka's lips and his eyes, which looked back at him curiously, but significantly softer than they had before.

[It doesn't have to mean anything,] Luka admitted quietly. [There's nothing wrong with wanting to have a little fun once in a while.]

Nico held his gaze, letting himself get lost in the green of his eyes. His own breathing still shook from nervousness and he could smell the bourbon on Luka's. But Luka lowered his head back down along Nico's and Nico felt him delicately place a kiss against his earlobe. Nico forced his gaze up to the ceiling in a meager attempt at keeping his thoughts coherent.

[But-] he struggled to say; however Luka cut him off.

[Don't worry,] he whispered, [It's not the first time I've fooled around with a straight guy.]

Straight…Luka confirmed he was still straight. Nico had a hard time dealing with this definition at the moment as he found himself wanting to undress a man. A shiver then ran through him as he felt Luka's teeth scrape against his earlobe and Nico thought his eyes might just roll into the back of his head.

However, he still stood frozen, not really sure how to proceed or whether he even should proceed. That small part of his mind was still afraid of where this would go.

Luka raised his head again to look back into Nico's eyes, as if daring Nico to take the plunge. God…he wanted to… Nico tried willing his own body to move and stop standing there like a gawking idiot. Luka's face then broke out into a warm smile as he recognized the source of Nico's hesitation.

[Relax,] he breathed, his voice growing more reassuring, [I'm not going to stick it in you or anything.] Then his gaze flickered down to Nico's belt area before raising his eyes and adding, [But I will make you feel good…] And with that, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Nico's, whose shellshock lasted for a fraction of a second before he accepted Luka's warmth and the touch of his lips and let himself slowly make out with him. Luka leaned his other arm against the fridge, effectively pushing himself more against Nico and trapping him there, but Nico didn't find himself caring that much. He opened his mouth and tilted his head to the side as he accepted everything that was Luka. His smell, his taste, his touch…he wanted all of it. Luka's magnetic draw had finally captured him and Nico was not about to try and fight it. He pushed his tongue into Luka's mouth and delighted in licking underneath to flick the metal barbell. He felt Luka pull back slightly, which he reciprocated and broke the kiss to look back up into the raven-haired boy's eyes.

[What if I wanted to put it in you?] Nico asked boldly before his brain could stop himself. Instantly he wished he could shove his own foot in his mouth.

Luka's expression remained neutral for a moment, before his brazen smile returned and he challenged, [You'll have to convince me to submit to you, first.]

...

Hm...so I stopped it there because I didn't know whether I should continue.

Several people asked me to write a shmexy scene with Luka.

Except that I have my reservations about writing one between him and Hic/Jack.

For reasons I will reveal later.

However...Shall I continue anyways?

Fate is in your hands ya'll. ;D

Special Thanks to:

MaxAngelofDeath for your follow/favorite.

violets fire: glad you liked it! They will definitely have an interesting conversation, that's for sure...

Tigermike83: Appreciate it! I wanted to write about something that people tend to avoid talking about. I'm glad you found it realistic.

Elder The 1st: Well, as I said, I'm making this up as I go. The scenes come and go...and as for the name, if you have other suggestions I'll take them. I realized after I started writing his alter character in that it was difficult to distinguish the two. But...maybe I'll just refer to him as the alter. But yeah...weren't expecting the smut scene, huh? Technically they aren't allowed on here, but so many people do them anyways. I'll be removing it shortly here and just keep it on Ao3. However...there will be no shortage of drama I hope.

Kigen Dawn: Glad I surprised you. Yeah they probably do need a vacation...but I'm mean to my characters :} We'll see how it goes...I plan on including some cameos at some point.

Teddy: hahahaahahaha I love your reviews so much. Let me know what you think of this one and whether I should continue that last scene or not ;D

Kei-Kat: Glad you liked it! Yeah...there's a reason that I want to keep Luka's alter away from Jack and Hic...But we'll see...

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