Disclaimer: Well, considering I'm not richer than England royalty, I don't own Harry Potter. Or Twilight.
Story: The books happened. And then Harry decided to happen. So he did, living his life and traveling the world. Then Teddy comes into his care and he decides to settle down in Forks, somehow drawing attention even when he doesn't want it. Teddy is just exasperated and having his own fun.
Set after book 7, AU Epilogue and slightly altering the final battle.
Spoilers: Books 1-7 probably.
Warnings: ????
Pairings: Harry/Marcus, Bella/Carlisle, Alice/Jasper, Emmett/Rosalie, Esme/Charlie, Teddy/Leah, Sam/Jacob, Edward/Tanya…

A/n: For once, an early update. Don't expect it often. Do expect the story to start moving along though. And for those who liked the idea of a Bella/Volturi fic, expect the first chapter out as a gift and a little sample of what I'm going to do. And so -THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING, EVERYONE! I love them all and it makes me happy to hear from everyone.

Stranger Happenings
Chapter Six: Merry-Go-Rounds

Harry hadn't appeared for a week.

It was like he'd disappeared suddenly, but both Teddy and Scorpius were still there, as well as Hermione and her two children. But he hadn't come out of his room ever since the incident in the dining after hours.

It was making everyone worry.

"Can't you spell either of them fixed, Aunty?" Bella heard Teddy asking Hermione as she neared the door to the entrance to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, Teddy, but those glasses are specially made. I don't know what I can do for them. Nothing I've tried has worked so far. We'll just have to wait until the new pair shows up."

"And when will that be?"

"I'm not sure. I haven't gotten an inclination, Harry's not speaking to anyone, and we haven't gotten any word from the makers –whoever they are."

"I don't know why he can't just walk around with his eyes closed. He can still walk around without sight."

She heard Hermione sigh and she slowed her pace, guiltily wanting to hear more.

"We both know how excellent Harry's instincts are, but we wouldn't want to rouse any suspicions or questions on how well Harry walks around blindly. And he'll have his eyes completely closed, which would make everyone even more confused on how perfect Harry will be able to walk without his sight. Besides that, you know how Harry is. Better safe than sorry and he doesn't like to take chances with his eyesight."

Bella changed course, heading in the direction of Harry's room. She bypassed her sleepy dad, who trudged passed her with a strained smile.

He hated mornings if he didn't have coffee.

Smirking lightly at him, she directed him the opposite way he was heading, straight to the kitchen where coffee would be readily made.

"Hey, Dad. Don't mention you saw me on the way to the kitchen, alright?"

Charlie blinked in confusion at her. "Why not? And where's Harry anyway? He missed the last game day."

"Ms. Granger and Teddy were in there, and I think I overheard something I'm not supposed to. It has to do with Harry, and I think it relates to when I accidentally broke his spare glasses. I think there might be something wrong with his sight, other than the eye condition they say he has."

Charlie nodded, "Okay, Bells. Much as I like Harry and his strays, they are a secretive lot, aren't they? Well, pass on my 'hey's' then."

Bella smiled at her dad before kissing him on his cheek quickly and flitting off to find Harry in his room. When she was in front of his doorway, she raised her hand to knock and was surprised by Harry's voice on the other side.

"Come in, Bella."

Eyes widening, she opened the door and hesitantly stepped through it. The room was extremely extravagant, even more than the one she'd permanently retained there. Everywhere she looked, the color scheme was an array of dark shades of green, most emerald that matched Harry's eyes. The walls and some of the wooden furniture were mahogany, while the floor was a stained wood. In the middle of the gigantic room, the floor steeped down a step, marking a large squared area that could be described as a living room, with a comfortable but elegant looking sofa set, all facing towards a roaring fire in a majestic fireplace opposite the door to the room where she was standing and looking like it could've been made from jade.

His large, four poster king-sized bed was to the left area to the side of the fireplace, on a step up from the living room. And lying on the bottle green silk sheets, in black silk pajamas, was Harry himself, an arm thrown across his eyes wearily.

"Harry, are you okay? Everyone's worried about you and you haven't been out for a week. They…I'm worried about you," she faltered, her voice cracking a bit. She hadn't noticed how emotional she was getting.

"If…if Jacob is my personal sun and Mike my sweet puppy…if Jessica and Angela were my partners in crime, and even the Italian brother vampires –if they were strange bonds to me…y-you would be my personal moon!" Bella inwardly frowned at herself, even as she started crying.

All of a sudden, she felt strong arms wrap around her, pulling her close to a warm body and securing her tightly in a caring embrace.

"Really now…I would've thought Edward was your personal moon, in reverse to Jacob's role," Harry amusedly murmured into her ear, even as he rocked her in comfort.

Bella quieted and thought on that.

"No. Edward…Edward isn't anything to me anymore."

And she finally and truly let her first love go.

He held her for awhile until she'd finally calmed down completely. Then he placed her right next to him, in the middle of the bed, and they both leaned back against the headboard.

"Better now?" he asked, not looking at her, but facing forward with his eyes closed.

"Yes," she said, staring at him. "Why won't you open your eyes even a little bit? There's practically no light in here, so your eyes should be okay."

There was silence for a moment.

"I don't have an eye condition. Not like that."

"…I kinda figured. I…heard Ms. Granger and Teddy talking in the kitchen…about spelling your eyeglasses fix."

"Do you remember the time where I told you I could do things? That I asked you if vague answers were enough? Will one be enough now?"

"Yes." She didn't hesitate on that.

"My eyes can hurt someone really badly…even do worse than hurt someone. It's too dangerous for me to walk around, even with my eyes closed."

Bella paused, "What if I were to help you around? I-I can hold your arm and direct you to places."

"I don't know…"

"Please, we all really miss you. And I swear, I'll take really good care of you. I won't let you fall down the stairs or anything."

"I do have good instincts, Bella," he commented wryly. "So I wouldn't be able to fall down unless I purposely do so."

"Then you can lead yourself around and it'll just look like I'm helping you. Please?"

Harry was quiet but then he hesitantly nodded. "Okay. But I need to wrap something around my eyes. We'll just explain it away as my eyes being really sensitive and intolerable to any light."

Bella held back a squeal and waited as Harry got off the bed and scrambled around for something. He held out a black strip of cloth that he tied expertly around his eyes before grabbing some clothes to change into right there. She blushed terribly and averted her eyes.

"I probably look like a Miraluka. Particularly Q'Anilia from the 'Knights of the Old Republic' comics," Harry commented as he dressed.

She nodded, pretending to know what he was talking about and even though his eyes were closed. She knew Harry probably knew she'd nodded and also probably that she didn't know what the hell he was on about.

"Alright, let's go make a splash, my dear," and she turned back around to see him holding out his arm for her to take.

Grabbing a hold of it, she led him out back into the world.

People gaped when they saw Harry walking around at the inn, amazed to see him walking about and confused why he had a black strip of cloth covering his eyes.

"Harry!" Jessica clamored over to them, wiping the dumbfounded look on her face before smiling widely. "You're here! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Harry waved it off. "My eyes are just really really sensitive, so I've been avoiding going out since I can't walk without my sight. Bella's offered to help me around."

"Great! And the rest of us can help too, if you need it!"

Mike and Jacob nodded, coming closer to the three. Angela and Ben were off to the side, waiting nervously.

"Oh, I did more recruiting, Harry! Angela and Ben are friends too, and I thought you would need more waitresses and waiters to help out in the dining area. The place is getting more and more busier by the day! Most of them live in Forks too, those freeloaders," Jessica grumbled.

"Ah, but they're paying freeloaders!" Harry waggled a finger. "And we'd love to have you as part of this dysfunctional family, Angela, Ben."

"You get a free room too, at his house," Jessica piped at.

Harry huffed, obviously glaring at her despite his eyes being covered.

"Do not. Like who has a free room at my beautiful, lovely, fantastical home?"

Bella, Mike, Jessica, Jacob and even Charlie who was passing by raised their hands.

Harry pouted.

Mike snickered, "You see, Bella and her dad practically live full time at his home. Jacob and I occasionally crash there with our own rooms when we need 'em, and Jessica has a room just to have one, especially to prep in."

Jessica sniffed mockingly, "I do sleep over sometimes, when it's late. It's my room there. I can use it for whatever purpose, and whenever."

Harry sulked. "Okay, okay."

"About that, since Bells and I stay here all the time anyway, I was thinking of selling the house…too many memories and all, and I think it's time to move on. So….can we officially move in?" Charlie gave him an innocent look.

Harry rolled his eyes under the covering of his eyes, "You so got that look from your daughter, didn't you? You Swans…devious lot you are…Bah, why are you bothering asking? You two practically live here like everyone says."

Charlie gave him a cheeky grin, "Common courtesy. Thought I'd give you a heads up before you see the moving van and strange people coming into your home carrying stuff."

"…"

Both Swans were definitely adopting too many of his characteristics.

Still, that was strange. He hadn't even noticed that. At first, it had been just Bella who stayed over all the time, until she practically lived with him. And then Jacob started spending more time there and he'd gotten his own room to stay in for whenever he slept over or it was too late to make it back to the reservation. Then it was the same situation with Mike and Jessica like with Jacob. Charlie was more like his daughter, staying over all the time until he'd practically lived there too, when the man didn't have work. So including Hermione, the kids, and Draco having his own room if he'd ever wanted to stay over, Harry hadn't realized how many strays he'd picked up.

"You all just love torturing me," Harry went back to sulking."Hey, hey! Whatever happened to that Lauren girl? Is she still being a bloody twat?"

"Language, Harry," Hermione snorted, coming out from the door that led to the long hallway that connected the inn to Harry's house without having to go outside and walk the distance.

"They're Americans. Wouldn't know what I'm talking about."

But the rest were already writing it down on anywhere they could (like on the wrist, arm, receipts, scraps of paper…) for them to look it up later.

"I'm guessing that's something negative, so kinda yeah kinda no," Jessica's lip curled. "She's barely civil to the rest of us, but she's still hoping to see you and that you might want to hook up with her."

"Eww, gross. Too bitchy for me."

"Language," both Hermione and Charlie reprimanded with a roll of their eyes while the rest of them snickered.

"Harry James Potter! Where in the bloody hell are you?!" Draco yelled from the entrance of the inn, stomping towards them.

"Why does everything have to happen near the front of the inn?" Harry complained. "First Hermione and now Draco. What next? That idiot Ron?"

"Don't jinx us," Hermione frowned.

Draco stopped right in front of them, doing a double take when he saw Hermione, lips pursed before deciding to push it aside and address the Hermione situation with Harry later, when he caught sight of Harry and gaped.

"Your father's pissed off, huh? Sorry I was later than I told him I would be. Tell him something really personal came up and I actually and honestly couldn't make it. I'll be at the meeting soon, but I can't really run around without my glasses," Harry told his friend sincerely.

"Right…um, look. Father's told me to stay here to make sure you start finally coming to the meetings. So I'm going to be staying here for awhile, okay? I'll go back and tell him what you said and we'll talk about her later," Draco said, jerking his chin uncertainly at Hermione, who stiffened up.

"Merlin damn it! My house really is turning into a boarding house! It's more an inn than this place. Hell, why don't I just bloody convert my home into the inn and keep this place as an overdone restaurant?!"

"Live with it, Harry, live with it," Bella said sympathetically, patting his arm.

"Oh, what a crowd," an unfamiliar voice to all but Harry, Draco, and Hermione said.

Harry's eyes lit up, "Sanguini, my dear old friend!"

"Ah, Harry love," Sanguini returned the affectionate sentiment.

And to the utter shock of all, Harry plastered one right on Sanguini, who returned it with eager fervor.

Hermione whistled, "Everything does seem to happen at the front of the inn."

There was instantly loud growling from the top of the grand stairs, where Marcus was being held back by his two brothers, eyes completely black and lips curled into a snarl. Aro and Caius successfully dragged him away, Marcus confusing everyone except Harry and Sanguini who were quite busy.

"Now that was odd," Mike stared at the general direction the brothers had disappeared off to.

"Actually, not all that much," Hermione murmured, staring as well, but with a much more knowledgeable idea of what had happened.

So when she caught sight of the still fuming vampire, pacing angrily near the gardens, she determinedly walked towards him. He stilled at her approach, turning slightly to look at her in disdain and unfounded jealousy.

"Marcus, yes? Harry talks a lot about you," she tilted her head, staring at him.

"Does he?" Marcus sneered, the rest of his face blank.

She sighed, "Please, don't be too jealous."

He twitched, "I don't have a right to be jealous. There is nothing between us and I have no claim on him."

She refrained from growling but she did glare at him. "Harry isn't a very emotional person. He…isn't very showy about how he feels. Not too often at least, and nothing really deep. And most importantly, he doesn't like getting attached. He's gotten attached too many times before and he's been burned for it, so now you never really know with him. You don't know where you stand when it comes to him."

Marcus hesitated, but he wanted to know more, so instead of being hostile he settled for neutral.

"Harry likes you. Maybe even love you in time. I can tell. I've been his best friend for years, so I'm attuned with him enough to get a feel on his emotions. The connection's lessened a bit with our distance, but here with him again it was like we were never separated. So I'm sure of how he feels towards you. But he doesn't want to get attached to you, so he's fine with being playful and teasing. He doesn't want to get too serious…he's never been too serious in a romantic relationship. He hasn't trusted or believed in anyone enough to try. But I know you can be different.

"…I…When we were in boarding school, Harry and Ron were my best friends. My first friends…but the truth was, it was always Harry. I know, in the end, that if wasn't for Harry Ron would never have befriended me. And I know, that Harry was always the one I could count on and the one who was always dependable and understanding. Out of the two, Harry was more of a best friend and who I could always turn to and seriously connect to most.

"Marcus…in our seventh year we had to take a little detour and hunt some things down…but Ron had left us and it was just him and me. And we were afraid. Afraid and hopeless. I can't tell you all about it, but…I didn't lose my virginity to Ron. At that time, Harry and I sought comfort from each other and lost our virginity then."

Her eyes were tearing up, and no matter how much he wanted to snarl at the thought and confirmation that his Harry and the woman in front of him had been together at one point, he couldn't help feeling awkward at having to deal with an emotional woman. With her crying and him not knowing what to do because he was normally emotionally reticent, he did what he could do.

He thought 'What would Harry do?'

Harry was good at this emotional shit, and was a natural. He would know what to do and wouldn't have a problem figuring out what he had to do or have a problem doing it either. So imagining Harry in this situation, which he had to keep in a growl at that mental image, Marcus awkwardly leaned forward and wrapped her in a hug.

"I-I chose the wrong friend, Marcus. I could've been happy with Harry. So I'm begging you. Please, don't hurt him. Don't break him."

Marcus continued with his awkward comforting, wondering if he should use his power now to reassure himself that this woman didn't have a chance any more with Harry, or if he was still afraid of finding out his own connection with the man…

"Fuck, I don't know."

Bella rolled her eyes, digging out a carton of strawberry ice cream. She was craving.

"This Sanguini is a past lover, but you were never in a relationship with him?"

Harry snorted, "It wasn't a relationship, per se. I experimented a little with him during my sixth year, met up again with him during the end of my seventh and went out a couple of times, and then when I was traveling he was with me several points in time and we'd fucked during that time. We weren't, you know, together together."

"You have an exciting life, Harry. And an odd way about describing your relationships. So he was your first?"

Harry looked a little uncomfortable, but he shrugged it off.

"No…Hermione was."

Bella choked on her ice cream.

"I thought she was just a friend?"

"She was –is. Look, Bells, something dangerous and life threatening was going on at the time and we were scared shitless. We really thought we could die at any moment. Ron had left us and we had no one else. You combined being scared, hopeless, lonely and wanting comfort and you have me and her trying to find some sense of balance in the thick of things. I was a wreck and spiraling down, and she was lonely and depressed and frightened –but most of all, she wanted to lose her virginity if she was going to die the next day, the next hour, next minute. So we decided on it and…and –" Harry's voice cracked. "She told me she was glad it was me that she was going to have her first time with. Even at any other time, she wanted to choose me for her first time. I think…I think there might've been something there…but you know. Old wounds and roads not taken. Things can't go back."

Bella nodded solemnly and briefly thought back to her and Edward.

Old wounds. Time to move on and choose another road.

"Can you take my virginity too?" Bella asked nonchalantly.

Harry sputtered, shaking his head in bewilderment and then choosing to stare at her.

"What? Why?"

"Well, you know. You took Ms. Granger's and you two were just friends. We're friends. I trust you and I wouldn't mind having my first time with you."

Harry groaned, glaring at her balefully.

"So not funny, Bella. Your dad would kill me too. Why don't you ask one of your guy friends? They're closer to your age anyway."

Bella sniffed, "Jacob has a crush on me. I don't want to encourage him and end up letting him down. Same with Mike." Then she looked thoughtful. "I could ask one of the Italians. I do rather prefer to be with a vampire as a human. Not Marcus though. He's fixated on you. Probably not Caius either. Too sour for me. It'll have to be Aro then."

Harry snickered, "Good luck with that. And you could try Marcus. I wouldn't mind sharing him."

"He would. I could always stick with you like I said."

"I thought you'd prefer a vamp?" he teased.

"You're something supernatural."

"But I'm still human."

They shared a laugh over that and Harry leaned forward to take a bite of ice cream from her, before she took the spoon and carved another spoonful into her own mouth.

There was a hesitant but strong knock at the door.

Harry groaned, stretching. "I don't want to leave. You'll probably finish off the ice cream too."

"Will not!"

"Will too. Pig."

She stuck her tongue out and he chortled as he walked away to answer the door. When he opened it, he didn't expect a group of teenage boys, led by an older male, to be standing in front of him, shirtless and lost looking. They looked a little like Jacob, all with tan skin and dark eyes and hair, which was cropped short.

"Hello, Mr. Potter. I'm Sam Uley, this is Jared, Quil, Embry, and Paul. We've all been urged to look for jobs, and well, we heard you had openings. Billy especially recommended it."

Harry eyed them critically (and despite being blind at the moment, his senses were inhumanly perfect thank you very much), "We do have a dress code, you know…though, I could open up a Chippendale section or a shirtless waiter night thing…" Harry started mumbling to himself as he walked away, leaving the Pack at the door.

"Don't worry, guys. This is normal Harry behavior. You get used to it," Bella appeared, grinning at them. "Hey Quil, Embry. Long time no see. Nice officially meeting the rest of you. I'll show you around the inn. Harry will probably assign you your jobs later, once he focuses again and stops thinking maniacal ideas. We'll just head through the connecting hall to get there."

She led the way and soon enough was directing them to where everything was. On the way there, the group passed by a screaming Scorpius and Teddy, running away from Hugo and Rose dressed up in dresses and makeup. At the end of the tour, she led them to the staff room, where Jacob, Mike, Jessica, Angela and Ben were loitering for a quick moment.

Sam immediately adopted a sappy look on his face.

Bella noticed and looked to where the direction of Sam's gaze ended.

Jacob Black, her resident Quilete best friend.

Ohh nice, older man secretly adoring her adorable but oblivious best friend.

Her inner Harry was cackling in enjoyment.

"Esme, there's a medical conference I'm being invited to in Seattle. It's sort of mandatory," Carlisle commented softly, staring wearily at the invitation.

"…It's close to Forks," she commented just as softly.

"Too close," he muttered.

Esme closed her eyes painfully, wanting to cry.

"You could always sneak another photo to replace your other one. She won't notice," she tried to comfort him.

"You want one of Charlie if I can swing it?" he cracked a half-hearted smile at her.

She gave him a weak smile. "Can I just come with you?"

"…Should we even go?" he whispered.

There was a melodic tune playing and he found his phone staring at the new text.

Go. It'll be fine.

"Alice says to go."

Esme looked hopeful, "Can we really?"

Carlisle gave a shuttering breath.

"Just a glimpse. We won't be disobeying Edward's orders if we only restrain ourselves to a little glimpse."

Esme snorted bitterly, "He's our son, Carlisle, and we're listening to him? Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

Carlisle put his head in his hands, "Bella's Edward's. She always was."

He started to dry sob, so Esme came closer and hugged him.

"But was she really?"

He sobbed harder at that.

"So the medical conference I have organized is good to go?" Harry talked into the phone. "Good, good. You invited Dr. Cullen too, right? It wouldn't do for him not to be there –his medical expertise is invaluable and desirable. Great! I'll be there," he hung up and headed straight to the inn, catching sight of his younglings loitering around the diner area, which was nearly empty for once.

"Hells Bells! Come 'ere," he hollered, with Bella giggling and coming towards him.

He'd introduced her to the wonders of AC-DC, and she'd been a fan ever since. And he'd taken to calling her "Hells Bells" (a song of theirs, though the two of them joked that the nickname had more than one connotation to it for Bella). Still, there was only two reasons why Harry would call her that –one, he wanted to be overly affectionate, or two, there was something he wanted from her.

"Alright, Harry. What do you need?"

"Why do you think I need anything?" Harry asked innocently.

"Harry."

He shrugged, "Look, I need to go to a medical conference this weekend in Seattle. You're coming with me as my assistant. Being that I'm 'blind', you'll need to lead me around there anyway. I'll clear it with Charlie."

After an hour or so of being led around by Bella when he'd first gotten out of his room, he'd given up and became restless, choosing to walk around himself. It was easier on him and he could get more things done without being slowed down because he'd had to fake being helpless. Everyone else there was surprised at him maneuvering around perfectly, but got used to it and chalked it up to another Harry thing.

"Jessica, you're in charge while we're gone. Your pay's doubled this week, so make sure you watch over these slackers. Paul, Jared, Quil, Embry –you're waiting with Jacob. Sam, you're bartending, alcohol section."

Sam cleared his throat nervously, "I'm only 19, sir."

"Don't call me 'sir'," Harry pouted. "Jeez, why do you younglings –"

"This isn't Star Wars, Harry," Charlie interjected, just walking in.

"Why do you younglings insist on 'sir' or 'boss' etc? That's it –just call me Ringleader on the job. This place is a circus, especially with all the animals I'm collecting. As for you Sam, you bloody look older. I'll just get Charlie to look the other way."

"I bloody won't!" Charlie protested.

"Ah, a proper Brit," Harry nodded his head sagely, ignoring Charlie's protesting. "I'll teach all you need to know about bartending before I leave, Sammy my boy."

He ignored the scheming mini him in his head that noticed Sam glancing at Jacob with a slight glaze of red on his cheeks, and that Jacob kept glancing distrustfully at Sam and his group (mostly Sam though –then again the young man was acting suspicious with his glances).

He also ignored how Sam and his gang smelled even more of wolves than Jacob.

"Curiouser and curiouser," Harry commented under his breath, before he turned on his heel to disappear.

He passed by one of his godsons, Teddy screaming (occasionally tossing out a screamed "Traitor!") and dressed in a dress and makeup and running away from Scorpius, Hugo, and Rose. He'd have to talk to Teddy about understanding and loving him no matter what, drag or no drag…

Scorpius stopped and stared sheepishly at him, letting Hugo and Rose continue the chase without him. "Hugo and Rose are my age," he said, as if that explained everything. Which it probably did.

"Right…Hey, your dad sent over your 'Thriller' jacket. It's in black and Slytherin Green," Harry turned cheery.

"Yes! I want to be just like you, Uncle Harry. It's the same design, right?"

"Mmhm, just different colors. It's in your room."

"Wicked!" and Scorpius ran to his room instead.

Harry continued on his way, finally catching sight of Marcus brooding in his gardens. So he did what any normal person would do when confronted with brooding vampires.

Harry glomped Marcus cheerfully.

"Harry," Marcus greeted stoically.

"I'm starting to feel odd about my age, Marcus!" Harry whined, still hanging onto the vampire. "Charlie's completely older than me, and everyone else is younger than I am! The closest one to my age is Sam and I'm still several years older than him!"

"…Harry, I am several centuries older than you. You shouldn't be talking about your age with me."

"Psh. You're a fossil, so what?"

Marcus growled playfully, earning him an approving look from Harry and an interested smile.

"Draco is the closest to my age though. Then again, so is Hermione," Harry said thoughtfully.

That's it, Marcus wasn't going to take that idle –even if Harry hadn't meant anything by it.

Possessively, Marcus tugged Harry closer and surprised him by kissing the hell out of him. Then Marcus moved away like it was nothing and left Harry behind, a huge smug smile uncharacteristically plastered on his face.

Harry, for once, for a rarity, was left bewildered and speechless.

That never happened to Harry nowadays.

Started 12/8/08 –Completed 12/13/09

A/n: As with Scorpius, Hugo, and Rose, I had to adjust with the ages. Technically, in 2008, Bella should be 21, Jacob 18, and Sam 22. To keep with the HP timeline, I made the events that happened from New Moon closer to 2008. Any more questions and I'll try to answer.

Blackest_appologies: Thank you! And yes, Hermione was always going to run back. There are times where I do like Ron, but sometimes I don't. This fic is a don't. Marcus jealous is amusing to me. Here's an update and enjoy. Thanks for the birthday wishes!