A/N: Thank you, everybody for your reviews; you're awesome!

Here's the deal with this chapter: The way I'd initially had this chapter planned out, there was significant action at least by the end of it. But, as it turns out, I needed this chapter for some more exposition. I just got to a certain point and thought: Gee, this would be a good place to stop this chapter. (I think the way this chapter ends is actually kind of cute.) By next chapter, I promise there's gonna be whumpage and more gore!

"Good-bye, my little Abby," Bethany whispered as she kissed the babe's forehead and took in her fresh, clean infant's scent one last time. "You have no idea how much I'm going to miss you, but I have to do this."

Bethany knew Abby could not understand her, but nevertheless, she needed to say the words so that she herself could stay strong and do what she needed to do. After putting Abbey in her car seat in a gentle motion, she flipped the hood of her sweatshirt over her head, put a blanket over Abby then carried the child to the steps of the orphanage she'd selected. The red-brick building looked solid, safe. She wrapped on the door loudly and rang the doorbell and wrapped on the door again until she saw lights flick on. Bethany then ran, leaving behind the last of her kin.

She drove the little Ford Gary kept for her back toward Van Auledge. No tears came as she shoved away memories of the baby she'd just abandoned and allowed notions and barely formed plans to crash around her mind. Perhaps now she could accept that war was headed her way.

WWW

As the blue and red ambulance lights spun soundlessly, they illuminated the yellow exterior of the Freemont hotel and the jagged, leafless trees.

"Aw, man," Dean said. "This is all bad."

Sam only nodded slowly. Unlike many 'crime' scenes, there were very few people gathered around. The paramedics, Lynn and Kenny, were by that point in time wheeling a collapsible cart out form the back of the ambulance and rushing to the barely conscious woman on the ground. Two police officers were knelt at her side, trying to talk to her and reassure her. Toni was looking around and Dean saw her gaze rest on Sam. He saw recognition in her eyes and maybe a little relief, but mostly terror.

Toni's paper-white flesh made her wounds –vicious lacerations on her face, torso arms and legs –exceedingly apparent to Dean and Sam, but only Sam made a move toward the other hunter.

Dean pulled him back by the crook of the arm and nodded toward where several other officers –probably the sheriff and his deputy –were talking to a teenaged girl whose face was streaked with tears. She was, undoubtedly the one who had discovered Toni and perhaps what had attacked her.

"Let's get what we can from here first, and then we'll go to the hospital." Dean said as they watched the paramedics work with speed and efficiency.

"Okay," Sam said with obvious reluctance.

In what seemed like an eternity –but was only mere minutes –the scene cleared and Dean and Sam made there way to where the teenager was being hugged protectively by a woman Dean could only assume was her mother.

"Hello," Dean said, addressing the shaken girl. "We are with Animal Control, and we were hoping you could tell us if you saw anything tonight that could help us in our investigation…" She didn't seem to be paying attention and her mother looked at him with disapproval.

Dean heard Sam sigh and realized he was approaching the situation incorrectly.

"Hi," Sam said, keeping his voice soft. "My name's Sam; what's yours?" The girl blinked as though seeing the two for the first time.

"Alice," she said quietly.

"Hi, Alice," Sam continued with his infinite patience. "Could you tell us what you saw when you found that girl? It might help us catch what did it."

Alice shook her head sadly. "I was just taking out the trash and I found her like that, all cut up." It seemed the girl wished she could offer more information, but was just as happy she hadn't caught a glimpse of what did it.

Sam nodded sympathetically. "She's very lucky you found her when you did. Thank you for your time."

WWW

Gary had almost made it to the end of his shift when the young woman was brought in, a bloody mess. Stitching her up wasn't especially difficult, but the conversation he would have to have when he got home would be.

Five days ago, he'd come home from a double shift to find Bethany holding the infant in her arms. Her jaw was set firmly and her silver eyes blazed with both affection and protectiveness. Abigail's parents had died and, in a case of what Gary thought had to have been temporary insanity; Bethany shanghaied the baby away from whatever danger she had perceived. .

"Things have changed," Bethany had said; "and I just need to know that she's safe." She'd then looked at Gary with a softened, almost pleading expression. "She's the last of my family."

Gary was at a loss for what to do. Bethany had said that if there were any more attacks, then they would find Abby somewhere away from Van Auledge. After the second hunter, Saunders had been killed, Bethany made no effort to deliver the baby to a safer town and he didn't bring up the subject. Now another had been attacked and he would be forced to. Thankfully, the girl who was now in the ICU didn't appear to have been bitten.

After exchanging notes with fellow doctors and filing some paper work, Gary walked through the waiting room to get to the parking lot but was intercepted by the two young men he'd earlier banished from the ER.

It was nearly two-thirty in the morning; he'd had no idea Animal Control officers were so persistent.

"Hey, doc," the shorter one said, walking up to him. "Mind if we have a word?" Gary sighed heavily.

"Look, boys," he said, scratching his chin. "I told you, she's probably not going to come around until tomorrow. She'll be fine."

"Is there anything she might have said?" asked the one with a mop of brown hair on his head. His eyes showed a little more concern.

"No, I didn't get to speak to her myself, but I'd be willing to bet money that it's whatever's been killing people these past couple of months. She's very lucky to be alive."

Gary turned again to walk away.

"Was she bitten?" The first one asked, his doggedness becoming a tad frustrating. Gary really had to get home.

"Not that I can tell, she was just very badly clawed, or…cut." He answered hastily. "You should be able to talk to her tomorrow. Goodnight."

As he made his exit, the two Animal Control officers headed toward the exit as well. At first Gary thought they were following him, but realized they too were just going to their car. (Of course, Gary had a longer walk to his car because the staff parking lot was situated so much farther away. But that was okay, he needed time to think.) He watched them get into a car; a damn nice one too. If he wasn't mistaken it was an Impala.

WWW

Ignoring the ache in her arm from where a bullet had grazed her, Audra met her father's gaze. He kept his breathing even and his posture relaxed, but his pale green, gold-flecked eyes betrayed the fact that he was beyond irritated. She and Nathan had failed in dispatching the young woman hunter because they showed weakness. She already despised herself for that but she hoped her father didn't.

SSS

Kiser looked at Audra; he knew he'd trained his daughter to be wiser but it seemed the mate she'd chosen had clouded her judgment. The boy was soft and that reflected poorly on the pack. Yet, he knew that not all the blame could be laid at Audra's feet, perhaps he himself should have taken action in getting rid of the hunter.

"Nathan is soft," he began in a low voice.

"He's still learning," Audra countered in a voice that Kiser could tell she was keeping just below a simmer.

"You insisted on taking him with you; now he's injured and the hunter is still alive."
"Like I said; he's learning."

"Then he shouldn't have gone."
"Oh, so this is all my fault?" She was angry now.

He breathed a deep sigh but said nothing.

"This whole thing is ill-conceived!" With the exception of Nathan, the speech of the rest of the pack members was peppered with both old and new vernaculars. "Do you really think other hunters won't show up in her stead? We should just move on."

"This is our territory now." Kiser said in an eerily calm voice. "No hunter is going to run us off."

"But what about…"

"Just you never mind her." Aggravation was creeping into his voice now. He knew who Audra was thinking of.

His daughter was loyal, he knew that. For a moment, he could see the six-year old ragamuffin that he had taken as his own child more than ninety years ago, but the memory was quickly banished by the golden eyes that were currently glaring at him.

"I'll finish the job tomorrow," he said "and we won't kill any humans for another month just to be sure." He mustered his best paternal smile and brushed locks of dark hair out of Audra's eyes. "It will all be taken care of."

WWW

On returning home, Gary had expected to find Bethany by Abby's crib where he had left her. The only thing he found was a note in the crib written in Bethany's elegant writing.

Gary,

I was right; things have changed. But things will get worse before they get better and it is for that reason that I have to take Abby, the only blood family I have left, away from Van Auledge. I suppose I knew it would happen sooner or later. I don't know when I'll be back; we still need to talk.

-Bethany

He could practically hear her soft voice, pent up with emotion as though she were right next to him, saying the words aloud. Relief and sadness both filled him. Abby was out of danger but that parting could very well mean the end of Bethany's connection to Van Auledge. He knew Bethany was strong, but he wondered if she could handle more than one other werewolf with only the meager help he could provide.

He wondered what made Bethany pick Abby up in the middle of the night and take her God-only-knew where. Surely she wouldn't have heard about the attack on the young reporter. She acted on instinct, which, for the most part served her well. The same impulse that brought Abby into their lives had taken the child out of it.

There was really no way of gauging Bethany's activities; she was like a coin whose sides were jarringly different. She could display the wonderment of a child as well as the wisdom of a woman much older than she looked. But the other side of her, the side that fortunately Gary had rarely seen, was intense and –he wasn't too big to admit it –terrifying.

His stomach growled at him but he really did not feel like eating. He slouched in his recliner in the former nursery and without really even being aware of it, fell asleep.

WWW

"Man, this sucks," Sam thought aloud as he rolled onto his back on his Queen-sized bed.

Dean rolled onto his left side, facing the door but Sam couldn't tell if the movement indicated aggravation or if Dean was simply shifting in his sleep. Why would Toni not have called them for help? She'd had herself convinced that what they were dealing with was werewolves and then probably found out otherwise; the stubborn little…Sam knew it was really no different than what his father would have done or what Dean would do.

But then another, more disturbing thought occurred to him. Toni was found at the place she was staying. All of the other attacks had taken place in much more isolated locations. The attack on Toni was much closer to town. What if she hadn't found them? What if they had found her? Dean had said these things were smart; would it be unreasonable to think they knew that people were after them? If so, shouldn't they be watching to make sure nothing was going to sneak up on them in the night and puree them? He sighed and rolled over onto his right side, facing the wall. Toni would be safe in the hospital and they had an arsenal to protect them but morning wouldn't come soon enough for him.

When he finally fell asleep, he dreamed of claws and teeth and of silver eyes watching him.

SSS

In the morning, Dean had convinced –or perhaps not convinced, but wheedled –Sam into returning to The Freemont Hotel before the hospital; saying that Toni would still be at the hospital but the trail would be getting colder by the hour.

They both looked out the car window as Dean let the Impala roll to a stop on the pavement behind Freemont's and saw police officers and what looked to be a scouting group. He rather doubted that the ammunition in the rifles some of the men carried would do any good. A large German Shepherd was cowering behind its master's legs, tail tucked and ears down. Sam discreetly glanced from the dog to his brother and back to the dog. He was really not surprised to see that Dean was showing more enthusiasm for a hunt than the canine tracker.

"Guess we'll have to come back later," Sam ventured, making a point of looking at the clear sky and suggesting that the integrity of the trail would not be disrupted too much by bad weather.

"We can go and pick up the trail out ahead of them."

"You really want to risk getting shot with a .22, Dean?" Sam asked, cocking a thumb toward the armed men. "Let's just go see Toni; she'll be able to give us a better idea of what we're dealing with anyway."

"Yeah, yeah;" Dean said as his mouth twitched into a frown of obvious disappointment. "We'll go see your girlfriend." He shifted the car's gears and drove off. Sam rolled his eyes.

WWW

So what was she going to do? She would need help beyond what Gary could offer. He was dear to her; so should she shuttle him off to some town so that he wouldn't be harmed like she did with Abby? As much as she would like to guarantee Gary's safety (not to mention the rest of the town's) she knew it was a ridiculous thought. Gary could no sooner be shooed away from Van Auledge than she could.

And what of the hunters? Over the years, she'd encountered very few of them and while they would be assets to her cause, Bethany knew that forging an alliance with men who had likely lost loved ones to creatures like her would be beyond difficult. She really didn't see another option, though. They had their silver bullets and she had her teeth and claws.

WWW

The hospital doors slid open mechanically as they stepped into the building, each brother glad the other wasn't a patient. They were given directions to Toni's room and then found it easily enough. Before they could enter, her doctor –Dean couldn't remember, but he was fairly certain the guy hadn't introduced himself. He thought it was odd; most doctors seemed to be all too eager to introduce themselves as Doctor Whoever to establish that they had spent what, to Dean, was an inordinate number of years in school and that they nobly gave of themselves to save lives. Not this guy, though.

"Boys," the doctor said in a voice that he was probably trying to keep friendly; "Miss Shay is awake; you can go on in and talk to her if you like."

"We wouldn't leave otherwise," Dean said in a too-cheery-to-be-serious voice as he grinned.

The doctor smiled in return but it was the smile of a man who wanted to be able to laugh and be friendly, but had too much on his mind.

They walked into Toni's room and she regarded them with her green eyes that were dimmed and despondent. Dean guessed that it had little to do with any drugs that may have been in her system.

"Hey, Toni," Sam said softly.

On her pallid features, a laceration extended from her left temple to her mouth; another spanned the length of her forehead and a third slashed across the bridge of her nose and across her right cheek. Dean would have to use all of his self-restraint not to call her 'Chucky' no matter how much the girl irked him. That would be in poor taste, right? He thought.

The right side of her mouth went up and the other remained still, it was like a version of Mona Lisa was smiling at them most morbidly.

"Call me Val," she said quietly, not really looking at either of them. She brushed several red locks off of her face with her left arm, which sported more cuts. "Uh...last night…those things…"

Dean knew that the next step –the only step, really –in the conversation would be for Val to tell them what she saw. The words just seemed to hang there in the air for too long. Suddenly, knowing what these things were was only half as appealing.

SSS

In front of the two other hunters, Val felt humiliated but at the same time she was grateful that they were there. After last night, she knew that she couldn't do this by herself. After waking up in the hospital, she was amazed that she hadn't bled to death in the parking lot she'd dragged herself to. Now she just had to find the words to tell them what she'd seen. Nothing like facing a monster you couldn't handle to take you down a few pegs.

She wasn't sure they could be anything other than werewolves. She'd seen beasts like that in movies and ancient art but now she knew that they weren't merely exaggerations. They apparently thrived and were not governed by the lunar cycle.

She took in a deep breath and wondered what her mother would do or say. She couldn't very well leave. She really had no choice but to team up with Sam and Dean and that scared her; but because being alone in it scared her that much more she hoped she could convince them to let her help.

I miss you, mom, she thought.

SSS

Sam watched as Toni –No, wait; it's Val now, he mentally amended –met his gaze and then Dean's. She was obviously hurting, probably mentally as well as physically, but more importantly, she had something to say.

The girl took a deep breath.

"It was a trap," she said simply, as she looked from one to the other. Her face then crumpled into a scowl –as much as her injuries would allow, anyway. "This 'woman' knocked on my door sayin' that this thing attacked her boyfriend. So I followed her into the woods—"

"Unarmed?" Dean asked.

"Of course not; I'm not a complete idiot." she said, clearly more than a little aggravated by his suggestion. "Can I talk?"

Dean looked at the floor, assenting to the continuation of Val's story.

"I…this thing…it…" she let out a harsh breath and when Sam thought she was going to begin to hyperventilate, she began laughing hysterically. The monitors began to beep faster, adding an abnormal sense of hilarity to an already abnormal situation.

Sam looked over at Dean who looked every bit as bewildered as he felt. She continued to laugh and they continued to stare until the door opened. They spun around to see Doctor Sam-Couldn't-Remember-His-Name in the doorway, obviously concerned. "Is everything okay?"

Val's laughter became a hiccupping giggle as she put a hand over her small mouth. "I'm okay, Doc," she said, grinning winningly at him. "Dean here just told me a good joke." The doctor blinked at them and then stepped in the room.

"Well," he said, looking at Dean expectantly; as though he himself really needed to hear a joke. "Let's hear it."

SSS

Dean gave Val a look that said, 'You're lucky you're already in the hospital,' then tilted backward on his boots, trying to think of a real knee-slapper. For some reason he wasn't in a very funny mood.

"Um…" Dean said, wracking his brain for some joke that would be half-way decent to tell a doctor. "Uh…a guy walked into a bar and said 'ouch.'"

Val started giggling again and Sam looked at him while the doctor smiled, clearly humoring Dean. Guess I'm off my game, he thought. Dean expected the doctor –who was, judging by the Hawaiian shirt he wore under his lab coat, a Jimmy Buffet fan –to say something like: "I'll have to ask you boys to leave. Not only because Miss Shay needs her rest, but also because you can't tell a joke to save yourselves." But instead, he asked the three hunters if they needed anything and when they said 'no' he left.

Val continued to giggle. "Oh, c'mon," Dean said, "it wasn't that funny."

She sobered a little bit and shook her head. "No, it really wasn't."

Dean looked over at Sam, who was eying Val intently. "What did you see, Val?" he asked.

The girl looked as though she couldn't decide if she wanted to cry, scream or laugh some more, but then her features deadpanned. "A werewolf," she said simply.

Dean and Sam looked at each other and then at her, waiting for more intel.

"It wasn't anything I've seen outside of the movies," she said. "I mean one of them had a wolfish head and its body was…different; bigger. On its hind legs, it had to have stood seven feet tall, maybe more." She tilted her head to one side as though pondering something. "It was kind of the color of a Golden Retriever. The other one was mostly in human form, but she had claws and golden eyes. She was a bitch, to say the least."

Sam and Dean stood silently, taking in the information. Alright, Dean thought; so it is werewolves but this really didn't make a whole lot of sense.

"They don't like silver," Val said after a moment. "I slashed one with my knife and I got off four shots with my .38 before they ran. I hurt the one in wolf form pretty bad; I think, and just grazed the other one. Lucky for me, they both turned tail and ran."

"Pun intended?" Sam asked with a light smile on his lips.

"Uh, yeah." Val said with good-natured sarcasm in her voice. The tension that had been looming in the small hospital room seemed to dissolve, as though the three were suddenly seeing eye-to-eye for the first time.

The only thing they could do now was attempt to come up with a plan of action.

"So…" Val said with a small bit of timidity in her voice. "Are we joining forces?"

Dean looked over at Sam, who was looking back at him with a 'Whaduya think? Please, oh please,' sort of expression.

"Do we have a choice?" Dean asked.

She smiled a nervous, if not genuine smile and then said, "Okay, first things first. If we're going to be staying in town, I'd better do as the doctor orders but I'm not entirely fond of this hospital gown. Can you guys go to my room, pick up my stuff and my car and take it to wherever you're staying. And bring me some clothes?"

"Aren't you asking a little much?" Dean asked, a little miffed that she was giving orders.

"Just one more thing?" She asked. "I managed to throw my gun and knife into the dumpster…"

"No," Dean said, although he would probably put himself in a trash bin just for the sake of saving a gun and knife.

"Please," she said, clearly trying to bat her eyes at him pleadingly.

The door to the room creaked open and Doctor Whatshisface stepped in with a nurse. "How are you feeling, Val?" he asked.

"Peachy-keen," She said cheerily.

"Good," He said, not paying much attention to Dean or Sam (Dean was willing to bet he was trying to avoid any more stupid jokes). "I'm headed home in a little bit, and I just wanted to make sure you didn't need anything."

"Well," Val said. "Not that I don't enjoy your company, but I kind of want out of here."

The doctor smiled and nodded as though he'd expected it. "I think I'll be able to let you out of here tomorrow," he said.

Val huffed in disappointment and looked from Sam to Dean and shrugged with her eyebrows. The doctor then redirected his attention to them.

"Did I introduce myself to you boys?" he asked.

They both shook their heads.

Around a yawn, the doctor said; "I'm Gary Bishop, if you need anything, just ask. Oh, and just call be Gary." He picked up Val's chart. "Oh, by the way, I saw that car of yours; she's beautiful. An Impala, right? What year is she?"

"She's a sixty-seven," Dean replied, as his chest visibly swelled with pride.

"I had had a red, sixty-eight Chevelle once; that baby flew. Got quite a few speeding tickets with her." Gary stared off into space for a moment, maybe picturing himself once more behind the wheel of his Chevelle, just cruising down the road without a care in the world.

Maybe this guy's not a hack after all, Dean thought.

"Could you guys step out for a couple minutes until we've checked Val over?" Gary asked, quickly, the nostalgic moment clearly having distracted him from his work.

"Sure," Dean and Sam answered simultaneously and walked out. Dean noted the look on Sam's face; his eyes were wrinkled with a small, thoughtful smile. What does he know that I don't? Dean wondered.

WWW

"Dean," Sam said, in what was probably an unnecessarily hushed voice. "When we were at the library, did you see the print of that white wolf on the wall?"

Dean rolled his eyes upward slightly, trying to recall whether or not he had seen said picture. Sam had a feeling he knew the answer.

"Nope, why do you ask?"

"I was looking at it and the librarian told me it was by a 'Doctor Bishop' painted it."

"So?"

Sam gestured toward the room they'd just left. "Doctor Bishop –Gary –painted it. The wolf's eyes in that print were so intense; it was like they were staring straight into you."

"Well, Sammy, that's what you get for spending all of your time in creepy-ass libraries; eyes start to follow you," Dean said with a smirk as he started walking.

"It was just…never mind." Sam sighed. Dean wouldn't understand unless he saw the picture for himself…if even then, Sam thought, adding a mental jab at his brother. Besides, it wasn't like Gary had a pet werewolf or that the animal in the print was depicted as a towering, slobbering, killing-machine. Was it really surprising that someone would commemorate art to a local legend? Still, those silver eyes conveyed so much that…

Sam decided to drop it; there were, after all more pressing matters at hand.

"Let's go get her stuff," Dean said.

Sam grimaced at the 'let's'. He still couldn't shake the feeling that Val wasn't safe.

"What now?" Dean asked with raised eyebrows and looked around the hallway with mock suspicion. "Did another painting just look at you?"

"No, Dean," Sam said, as his eyebrows bunched closer together and he shook his head. "I think one of us should stay here with Val."

"Dude, she's in a hospital; I think she'll be taken care of," Dean insisted as he pulled his keys out his jacket pocket and twirled them around on his right index finger.

"Do you think so?" Sam asked. "Dean, you said yourself that these things are smart, what if they knew Val's a hunter? What if they know we're hunters? All of the other attacks took place in the woods, away from town. Don't you think it's a little weird that these things showed up at Val's door and used her as a squeak toy?"

"Yeah," Dean conceded, "it is a little weird."

Overhead, the voice of what sounded to Sam like a very cranky receptionist, squawked over the intercom: "Would Doctor Hirsch please report to the second floor nurses' station, Doctor Hirsch."

Dean and Sam both looked up at the ceiling and then back at each other with mutual aggravation at the abrasive sounds that came from up above.

"I'll go, then," Dean said with a casual shrug as he continued to twirl the keys around and around. "Did that name sound familiar to you?" he asked, looking back up at the intercom.

Sam was not quite dumb enough to miss what Dean's ulterior motives were. Dean was just waiting for the opportunity to go and pick up another trail.

"Huh-uh, Dean," Sam said, swiftly plucking the set of keys from Dean's finger. "How dumb do you think I am?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?" Dean asked as he scowled sourly at Sam.

"You're not going out there just to track these things and get yourself killed." Sam protested. He was very tempted to use his height to his advantage and dangle the keys out of Dean's reach. "I'll go."

"Yeah, right. Gimme my keys, Sam;" Dean said, holding his hand outward, expectantly. "Besides, they probably only hunt at night and it's only about three."

Sam wasn't going to give over the keys so easily. He began to raise them upward, but then had an even better idea. Sam switched the keys to his left hand and jutted out his right hand in a fist. Dean smiled and followed suit, accepting the challenge.

They moved their fists up and down three times. Sam's hand remained a fist, or rather, became a rock and Dean's index and middle finger jutted out, forming scissors.

So predictable, Sam thought triumphantly, but he knew what the next words out of Dean's mouth would be.

"Nuh-uh, Dude," Dean said as he stuck his fist back out for a re-match. "Best two-outta-three."

Sam rolled his eyes. Fine, he thought, ready to defeat his brother a second time; have it your way.

One, two, three…

Sam again let his hand remain a fist, but he soon found his brother's flat hand covering it. He blinked. Had Dean actually just beaten him in a round of Rock, Paper, Scissors?

"Not so predictable now; am I Sammy?"

"Whatever," Sam said, "You still got one more." There's no way he won't use scissors again, Sam thought.

One, two, three…

Twenty Minutes Later…

Dean slouched irritably in the Taxi as it made its way toward the Freemont Hotel. Though he'd managed to beat Sam at Rock, Paper, Scissors (as much as it pained him, he'd used Paper twice instead of Scissors, knowing that Sam wouldn't expect it twice) he'd forgotten about having to get Val's car and drive it back, making his own keys obsolete.

A/N: Thanks for reading! The next chapter is really gonna pick up the pace. (I don't skimp on details so just think how much whumpage you'll have to look forward to!)

The only werewolfy reference in this chapter is toward the end when 'Dr. Hirsch' is being asked for over the intercom. I really couldn't resist doing it. Dr. J. S. Hirsch is from 1981's An American Werewolf in London; he was played by John Woodvine; and for some reason, he kind of made me laugh.

If you were wondering, there's not gonna be any DeanOFC or SamOFC (sorry, if that's what you're looking for) and I don't do slash. If you have any other questions, please ask. Remember: I love hearing from you!