4. Magnetism
Pull me towards you, Push you away

Patience was frantic as she scanned her closet. Up till that time, her day had gone by pleasurably smooth. She had woken up at seven a.m. on the dot and had made it to Sadie's Script with time to spare. Work had been fine, she'd been able to find a good video store in the area, and she'd even picked up a book she'd been dying to get ever since it was released. Yet now the panic was on. Nearly every dress that Patience had was tossed out of the closet and scattered over the floor, the couch, and every other surface available. An hour ago her apartment had been spotless, yet now every article of clothing, footwear, and jewelry had been cast out of their compartments and now lay in a heap of fabric, chains, and leather in every direction; the woman couldn't even find her bed under all this!

What the hell did one where on a date with a billionaire? An incredibly stimulating billionaire!

"I wish Sally was here," Patience said to herself for the umpteenth time that night. It's Sally that has more experience in this area of knowledge not me, She thought to herself resentfully. And since Catwoman's napping at the moment, I've no idea what I'm supposed to do. Sometimes her other half lay dormant inside her for hours on end. Not saying that she disappeared, Patience could still sense her presence in a way; like a heartbeat almost. Her presence was triggered by strong emotions, such as anger or fear. That's when Catwoman kicked in. Her confidence, durability, and sensuality became especially apparent during times of distress.

Well I'm pretty distressed now, kitty! So where's the help?

She could almost hear the other half of her purring in her head. Sorry, I only work nights.

A knock sounded on the door. Patience panicked. Damn! Is that him? I said that I'd meet him there! How did he find out where she lived? The knock was persistent. "I'm coming!" she called to the person. She hopped over a chair and rushed to the door to spy in the peephole. She breathed in relief when she saw Dre. Growing desperate, Patience wrenched the door open.

"Hi Patience, my mom's working late today. I was wondering if I could stay over for some company and—," he looked around her at the mess on the floors and chairs. "Are you rearranging?"

"No. I'm just freaking out at the moment!" She turned and rooted through the fabric on the couch tossing aside green and yellow skirts with disdain. Dre took that as an invite to come in and shut the door behind him.

"Is all this for your date with TNT?"

Patience looked up, confused. "Who?"

"TNT?" Dre persisted, "The guy two floors above us. He helped you with your couch, remember?"

"Shit!" Patience had totally forgot about that. "Damn it! I did say I would go on a date with him, didn't I?"

"Yeah you kinda did."

"Crud! Is it tonight? I can't remember."

"I think you two agreed on Friday night."

She breathed deep. "Oh thank you lord! That's a relief."

Dre moved closer, studying the many colorful gowns and skirts. He was curious now. Since her panic had clearly not been for the man living above them, who was the gentleman who'd made her forget so easily about her first commitment? "So whose the guy you're going with tonight?"

Patience hesitated. Maybe there was a way of telling him without really saying his name. "Oh well he's a good guy... so far as I can tell." she added under her breath.

Dre sensed her reluctance to announce anything about the man's name. "Well who is it? Do you like him?"

"Well I just met him actually." Patience held a green gown up to herself and studied the reflection in the mirror. "Uh, this makes me look like an asparagus!" She tossed the garment aside and began rooting around again.

"You didn't answer my question, you know." Dre persisted, studying the garments thrown everywhere. He favored a long red ball gown with a red chain around the wais and neckline.

"Well he um… his name is Bruce."

"Bruce… what?"

Patience studied the cotton poke-a-dot dress in her hands, which was much too casual for a date like this. There may be a chance she could sneak his name through and the boy might not even recognize it. "Oh Bruce… Bruce Wayne."

"BRUCE WAYNE!" Dangit, the boy new him! "The boy billionaire! You're going out with a billionaire?

"Well I didn't know he was a billionaire. I mean… not at first." Patience went on to explain, summing it up for the boy. She was careful not to reveal too much about their meeting and the intimate vibes they had both been radiating. Dre probably wouldn't understand any of it if she did. "I bumped into him on the way up to Sadie's Script. He sort of… made me drop my portfolio and the pictures went scattering in the wind. We both ran after but the traffic got them first. Anyways, when we looked at each other… we had a bit of a moment."

"So you're dating a billionaire?"

"You make me sound like I'm no more than a petty gold digger. And I'm not dating him."

"But you're going on a date with him."

"Well yes. But it's just dinner." She insisted with snark. "And to be quite honest I don't think it's going to be anything past that! I'm not entirely fond of him."

"But you had a moment."

"Maybe," Patience turned, pretending to look at more outfits while she hid her blush from him. "But it's nothing huge. It wasn't even that great." The boy didn't need heightened senses to smell the lie as she spoke.

"Yeah… sure. Then where are you going?"

"Hotel Casta Miro. I think he owns it or something."

"Yeah my mom says it's a pretty big deal. A guy she knew took her there on a date once. They're all fancy stuff."

The woman groaned throwing down a black dress and a white blouse. She threw her head back and smacked her hands to her forehead. An inhuman growl escaped between her teeth. Dre was startled by such a sound, but Patience didn't seem to notice a thing. She sank into the seat beside him. "I'm such a freak. What am I going to do? Huh? I've no idea what I ought to wear to this."

"Well I don't know much about dresses, (which is probably a good thing since I'm a boy)" Dre said, trying to be of some condolences to her dilemma. "But for an occasion like this, you should where something like a cocktail gown."

"I sort of figured that already, but I have several of them. So I'm still trying to decide which is the right one?"

"I dunno." Dre said looking around the room uncertainly. Why on earth was she asking him this? He didn't spend his days looking through dresses and trying them on. Boys didn't even care what they wore. Why should they care what girls do? He entertained a thought of seeing Patience arriving at the hotel clearly under dressed in nothing but sweat pants, flip-flops, and a t-shirt. He smiled a bit as he imagined what the high-society would think of her showing up to a date with a billionaire dress like that. Well I guess I do sort of care what girls wear, he noted as an afterthought. And it's not like he didn't have some idea about these things. His mom had asked him a few times on what to wear on a date. And in return he'd given his honest opinion. "Let's see? If I were a billionaire playboy what would I like to see on a woman?"

"Dre!" Patience cried with a slight chuckle. Dre smiled mischievously.

His eye caught a teal gown that had a green beaded kente-pattern neckline and was cut just barely below the knee. That's kinda pretty. He grabbed it and held it out to her. "I think you should wear this one."

Patience turned her head all the way around. She eyed the dress with disinterest for a moment, then her face turned suddenly to one of appeal. She could sense Catwoman perking up. Her head cocked sideways, much like the gestures of her feline half. She took it from his hands and held it up to herself in the mirror.

Hmm. Not too flashy. The neckline did provide an extra streak of glamour to the otherwise blank material. Least she wouldn't have to worry about a necklace to match, though she would need some earrings and possibly some bangles to adorn her otherwise bare wrists.

"Yeah," She said, as she turned a bit to study herself. "Yeah, I think this can work. Thanks."

"Your welcome."

There was a knock at the door that moment. The voice of Mrs. Parker came through. "Dre, are you over her?"

The door opened and his mother popped her head in. She caught the sight of all the scattered dresses, jewelry, and shoes strewn over each and every surface available and her brow raise in amusement. "Gee, Patience, I know you just moved in, but redecorating already?"

She laughed at the comment. Clearly Dre took after his mother. "Not really. Dre came over for company and caught me in the middle of choosing a dress."

"So is this all for the date you have with TNT?"

"Not really." She admitted with regret. "I sort of excepted another date yesterday without really thinking."

"Oh really," The woman was interested now. "So who is he, any one I know?"

Dre popped his head around Patience, a wide grin spread from ear to ear. "Oh, wait till you hear who it is, mom."

Patience pushed his head away, teasingly. "Well, his name is Bruce—Bruce Wayne as a matter of fact."

"Shut up!" The woman said, laughing in disbelief. "No way you're going out with Bruce Wayne the billionaire!"

Patience shrugged turning to go into her room and put her dress on. "Okay, you don't have to believe me."

"You're serious?"

"Some of the time."

"You're actually going out on a date with Bruce Wayne? Tonight?"

"Well yeah. Is that so surprising?"

"Uh yeah." Mrs. Parker said with a "duh" tone to her voice. "From what I've heard he's supposed to be some stud who takes women out for one night flings and then finds two more just like her the next night?"

"Well I'm not planning to get into any relationship with him." Patience said matter-of-factly. "He's just taking me out to dinner as an apology."

"Apology for what?"

Dre answered before Patience could open her mouth. "She and Mr. Wayne ran into each other at her new job, and he made her drop all her good pictures in her portfolio. Then the wind blew up and they was all lost in the passing traffic, so now he's taking her out as a way of saying sorry."

"Dre," His mother said ruffling his hair, "you should let people answer for themselves. So that's what happened, is it?"

Patience sighed. "Yeah, that's basically what happened."

Dre's head snapped up once more. "Oh, and she and Mr. Wayne had a sort of "moment" together."

Sherry's eyes rose again. "A moment huh?"

"It wasn't anything spectacular," Patience insisted trying her best not to blush over the lie. "We just sort of clicked for a second and that was all."

"This is so exciting!" The woman squealed, not hearing what she'd said. "Is he coming to pick you up? What time is your date?"

"Look I really don't want people to find out about this. For one thing, it'll be really awkward to explain to TNT why I accepted a date from some stranger after I told him I'd go out with him."

"Well technically he isn't some stranger cause we can look up anything we want about him on the Internet."

Patience continued without acknowledging Dre's comment. "And second, if people found out, it would make me seem like some sleazy gold digger. And third, I really don't want a serious relationship with him."

"Why not?"

"Well because… he's just not my type."

"Type?" The woman repeated as though she'd heard wrong. "Type. Honey, Bruce Wayne is everyone's type. He's even other guys' type. I hear he's super buff."

"Well not me." Patience announced getting rather impatient. "I'm going out with him tonight because he's the one who insisted! Soon as this night is over, I'm cutting him out of my life for good."

"Well for a woman who doesn't like the man all that much, you certainly are going through a lot of trouble to look appealing for him."

Patience wanted to argue, but how could she. The mess in her apartment spoke for itself. Even still she desperately did not want to appear to have any sort of attraction for him. The emotions that raged through her during their encounter yesterday still haunted her. She just wished she could really make this a one time only occasion. Yet even she knew she was in deep with this. This wasn't going to be something that was just going to last for one night and then be over for good.

She wanted to sever all ties with him, each and every one. But how could she? She was being pulled towards him like two magnets. Patience might have wanted to stay away from him, but Catwoman longed for his company.

She could hear the purring in her head. We're together again. Nothing's going to ruin that this time.

Patience only wished she could understand. What dose all this even mean? If only Ophelia were here then she could tell her more. The thought of her old mentor, who'd supplied the newly appointed catwoman with as much knowledge about her history as she knew still made her ache for her old home again. Most of all though, she missed Midnight, the mystic cat that'd brought her back from the land of the dead so she could be reborn into something stronger. The ancient cat was even wiser as the catlady had been. For it was she who'd delivered each and every catwoman before Patience, as well as followed them through most of their journeys, stood with them through the dangers, and watched over them during their most perilous times.

If only she was with me now, Patience wished silently. Certainly Midnight knew something about this that not even she could understand.

Bruce checked his watch. He'd never before felt so jittery the way he was right now. Five past six it read. He'd checked it every ten seconds since he arrived five minutes ago. He'd already taken the liberty to order their wine for the evening; Rosairi White from 1952. He told the waiter that he wanted to have it with desert, so he ordered himself a scotch to cool his nerves a little while he waited. The alcohol wasn't helping all that much.

Where was she? He'd gotten here at Six o-clock on the dot, but the woman was clearly nowhere to be seen. He should've gone to pick her up—if he only knew where she lived. He'd better calm himself before he completely lost it, but it was proving to be very difficult. His other half would not be still about this no matter how much he tried.

Just as he was beginning to get impatient he spotted a familiar auburn-skinned woman walking towards him. His heart leapt in his chest at the sight of her. Though she was hardly more beautiful than any of the other women in the surrounding tables, his other half dubbed her as the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. The teal gown she wore was nothing short of dazzling and the jewelry was a perfect match. She was being lead by one of the waiters, but Bruce only had eyes for the woman coming towards him. He seemed to have a similar impression on her for as soon as their eyes met, the rest of the world disappeared.

God, she's beautiful, he said to himself as she neared the table. There was a voice saying something to the two. That's weird her lips hadn't moved, who was… they both snapped up when they realized it had been the waiter.

"—is Crep De Fowl based in cheese sauce and is served with a scalloped red potatoes and turnips." The man said in a thick French accent. "What would you prefer?"

The two looked confused as they stared at him. A long moment of uncomfortable silence enfolded them. It was quite obvious that the couple had no idea what the man was talking about. Patience looked down and discovered a menu in her hands. When had she taken it? And how did she get in this chair?

"I'm sorry, Drake," Bruce said for the both of them. "Would you repeat that?"

The waiter looked momentarily annoyed that he would need to repeat himself, but straitened again when he remembered this was his boss he was serving. "Yes we have a very nice selection this evening." He went on to explain the evening's specials, appetizers, and beverages. "And if you like we have prepared an excelent display of tiny cakes, chocolate mose, and parfies."

Patience seemed to already know what she would eat. "I'll have the trout with the potatoes and a glass of milk please."

"And I'll have the chicken steak with the brown sauce and a side of risotto."

"Very well. I shall return with your salads shortly."

They watched their server go. A very uncomfortable silence stretched between them once he was gone.

Patience looked around her for something to use as a conversation starter. Bruce seemed to do the same. Damn! And he'd had so many questions for her before she'd come in. He wanted to know everything about her but now he couldn't even seem to think of a stimulating topic.

"Nice place." Patience blurted glancing at the strange square pool towards the entrance, which was clearly for decoration only. "Yours, right?"

"Yeah I bought it two years ago."

More silence. It lasted for approximately three agonizing minutes. Their dinner was starting out much the same way coffee the day before had begun as well.

"So where did you use to live before you came to Gotham?" Bruce asked, attempting a different approach because in truth he really was interested.

"I use to live in Raven City. It's just a hundred miles away from here."

"Yeah I use to do business in Raven. Have you ever heard of Hedare?"

"He was my old boss!" She couldn't believe Bruce use to know her now deceased employer. "I use to design adds for his beauty cream."

"Yeah we did some deals together. His wife wanted to see if Beau-Line could be used as medical treatment in replace of plastic surgery."

"I bet she did." Patience muttered without thinking.

"Did you use to know her?"

"Laurel Hedare? No not really. I use to think she was a nice person until I heard that she knew her beauty cream was toxic but she still wanted to open it on the market."

"I heard that she was exposed by some woman who called herself the… Cat burglar was it?"

Bruce sensed something change about her suddenly. For any other normal person it would've been totally missed. But Bruce wasn't normal, not in the slightest. It seemed almost like something inside her jumped.

"Catwoman." She corrected him quickly. She wore a smile when she did. "It was Catwoman. Heard of her?"

"I read a few articles and watched some news but I'm not too familiar with those kinds of people." In truth he was actually fascinated by her. Another rouge guardian like himself was quite interesting to hear of. Not only that, but she'd also assumed an alias with an animal premise like he'd done himself. Course he doubted she'd picked the name because it was what she feared most of all the way he feared bats. "What about you?"

"Same," she said shrugging. "I just don't see how people can get kicks out of dressing up in those hokey costumes in an attempt to scare these… "villains" like the maniacs in Arkham."

Bruce had to chuckle a bit. "Then why did you move to the capitol of theatrical criminals?"

Patience smiled, showing off her plump red lipstick. "I saw an opportunity for a job and I took it."

"Couldn't you have found a job in your old town?"

"Why? Do you think I shouldn't have come to Gotham?" She'd meant it as a joke but he took it far too literally.

"Of course not!" He all but shouted, making several of the surrounding tables look around at him. His face went briefly red but softened when he spoke again. "I'm happy you came to Gotham, I just figured that a big city like Raven would have plenty of job opportunities for an artist of your talent."

"Well to be truthful I really needed to get away from my home for a while."

"A while?" He caught the indecision of those words. "So you are planning on going back?"

"Eventually, most likely. Though if things work out then I might stay."

Bruce felt Batman tighten in his chest with her words. Whatever happened, if she lost her job or if she just decided to go home, he could loose her again! Not ever again! Batman seemed determined to make her stay in whatever way he could think of. At least there was still a "might" in her sentence. Bruce pulled out the charm.

"You told me that you went to Egypt. I'd like to know more about that. How was your trip?"

"Very enlightening." She used the same term before, he noticed. She leaned on her hand as her face took on a fare away expression while she recalled a comforting memory. "The pyramids were dazzling. And the tombs were something to believe."

"You told me before you went there for research. What were you researching?"

"Hieroglyphics and myths mostly. I'm into ancient gods and heroes. It's sort of like a hobby of mine." That was partially true. In truth she'd gone there to study a few of the Egyptian catwomen in the hopes that she'd be able to better understand what would happen to her, but she couldn't tell him that. "Art is my passion but I find it refreshing to study a little history once in a while and it's always best if your able to study it up close."

"Yeah I can believe that."

"What about you?" She leaned across the table with sincere interest. "You said you went traveling a few years ago. Where to and why?"

Bruce readied himself. "Well like you I went for informational purposes, I guess you would say." If that information included thinking and living as one of the poor, criminal, and desperate in order to study their way of thinking. Then there was also the business with the shadow sages but he couldn't possibly tell her that. "That and I needed to get away for a while as well. I went to a few places actually. India, Vietnam, Mongolia, China…"

Patience sighed dreamily. "I would've loved to have been able to visit China. I just didn't get that fare I guess."

"You like China?"

"Not the politics." She said with disdain. "But the culture and art do interest me. The boy and his mother next door to me lived in china for two years. He even visited Wudang Mountains. While he was training for his kung-fu tournament, he climbed all the way to the top. He told me there was this small pool and if you drank from it, then you would never be defeated in a battle."

"Yeah I know." Bruce said without thinking.

"You do?"

"I went there once and saw the pool for myself."

"You did? What was it like?"

"Refreshing." He sighed leaning back with the memory of the water's taste. After that long hike up there, it had truly been the most delicious drink of his life. So far the water had proven to be truthful. He had yet to be defeated in battle.

Patience sighed yet again. "Hopefully I'll be able to make it there someday."

"I recently took a trip there. Perhaps you would like to join me next time."

Patience stared. Was he serious? Surely he couldn't be serious. A trip to China was a lot of money, and he barely knew her! His smile said otherwise though. She studied his face and found that he was completely earnest.

"That's kind of you. But I can't accept that."

"It's no trouble at all. I take women on trips with me all the time."

Something inside Patience twisted uncomfortably when he said that. Other women? She gave him a heated glare and it was then that he realized what he said had been rather incriminating. She gathered her things and got up unexpectedly.

"I think you have me mistaken for one of your one night flings, ," he flinched inwardly when she addressed him formally and even had the gall to refer to some of his past affairs. He knew right then and there that he'd sent their relationship right back to the beginning. The woman continued, her anger growing with each word. "May I remind you that I'm here on your request, sir? It was my assumption that you were actually interested in me, though now I can plainly see what this evening really means to you."

"No wait," He grabbed her wrist before she could pull away from the table. A shock jumped through their veins upon the contact, though thankfully it was nowhere near as strong as the first time had been. He didn't let himself pull away this time. Whatever the cost, he couldn't loose her again! The shock dulled to a gentle warmth creeping up and down their arms. Patience found herself sitting down again to listen to his explanation.

He had a desperate sort of expression on his face while he spoke. "I don't think of you like that, Patience. I've never thought of you like that. I'm sorry for offending you. I was speaking merely to lighten the mood. My intentions were not meant to insult."

"Then tell me something." She dearly hoped she wasn't crossing the line with her question, but she had to know if what he was feeling was as strong as the emotions raging in her. "Why do you find me different from any of the other women you've taken out? Why should I believe you when you say those things?"

Bruce avoided eye contact for a long moment. Then he turned directly to her. "There's something… about you… I can't place it but I feel like I knew you at another time."

Patience tried with all her being not to respond. She nodded with fake amusement and could hear the voice of Catwoman hissing with displeasure in her head. It was with her best acting skills that she did not react. "Well that's… interesting."

He waited for her to finish that sentence, but all she did was stare cold and intently at him. When the silence stretched and it was apparent that she wasn't going to respond anymore to his statement, Bruce was distressed. "Don't… don't you feel the same?"

She looked up to the ceiling, thinking, "Mmm… no." Now she was just playing hard-to-get and she was being a real bitch about it.

Her words were as if she'd physically slapped him. His face went red suddenly and it looked like he'd taken quite an interest to the scotch in front of him. He swigged it, hoping to cool his nerves a little better, but it only achieved the opposite. His voice didn't rise past a whisper when he found his voice. "You don't feel… anything?"

She flinched when she felt a strong growl rising in her throat and knew that it was Catwoman clawing at her voice box for control.

Don't you dare! The feline growled, trying to scratch her way for domination. Patience shoved her back down, struggling to win the inward battle raging within the single body. Her muscles froze up, and her knuckles clenched under the table till she felt the half-inch nails digging into her palm. Her face remained smooth though, as she answered him.

"I can't say that I do, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce felt his muscles contract when she said those words. He could feel Batman inside him, but most importantly, he could feel his rage. She's lying! He roared. I know it's her. It is her! I can sense it. And she can too!

It was all he could do to keep his demon from taking control suddenly and jumping up to shake the woman angrily. His knuckles clenched under the table and the nails dug into the palm until they nearly broke the skin.

Though his face remained dutifully calm, Patience could distinctly smell his potent rage. It was quite apparent that he was doing his best to keep a cool head in this interesting conversation. But Patience wasn't taking any chances with it. He seemed just as strong and well trained as she was, possibly more so even.

She got up, much against Catwoman's intent. "I sorry Mr. Wayne, but I'm not looking to get into a relationship with anyone right now. And it doesn't appear we have much in common."

He reached for her, but she snatched her hand away before it made contact. "Don't… touch me!"

He looked… so hurt when she said that. Patience nearly wanted to apologize, and if Catwoman had had her way she would've been groveling for forgiveness. But no, her human side wouldn't stoop that low and to be honest, neither would her other half all that much. She just needed to get out of this restaurant before she completely lost it. She turned quickly and called over her shoulder as she left, "Sorry for taking up your time!"

Bruce stood up to follow her, but at that moment their waiter returned with their meals. Bruce swerved to miss the man and the plates of food. He ran after her, dodging tables and other guests as he apologized over his shoulder. "Sorry but I don't think we'll be eating tonight. Just put it on my tab, kay Drake."

"Yes sir."

He ran out the front doors and caught Patience just as she was climbing into the back of a taxi cab. He waved his arm desperately and sprinted for it. "WAIT!" But of course, she didn't and the car drove away just as the man was about to reach it.

His heart sank with the sight of the yellow bumper, he'd probably never see her again after this. Batman wanted the roar with furry and loss.

Gone! Gone again! And I let her go! Why did I let her go!

He watched the car drive down the road and felt his insides ice up. Something was happening. Something horrible! His head wiped to the building opposite just as a one of the windows on the ninth floor burst into flames. Glass and debris rained out on the street like confetti at a deadly party. Stone and concrete fell in large boulders, enough to kill the bystanders walking below. Bruce changed his direction and went after a couple that was about to be pulverized. He reached them just in time to tackle the man and woman to the ground. A second too late and their heads would've been under a rather impressive sized piece of stone balcony.

He heard screeches from tires and turned just in time to see Patience's taxi swerve sharply in order to miss the falling pieces of burning wood, stone, and metal. It swiveled dangerously in a perfect hundred-eighty degree turn and halted only after it smashed into a bright red fire hydrant. Water shot up with the violent impact, drenching all those in reach and especially the mangled car.

Bruce forgot about the people on the sidewalk and instead flung his whole body towards Patience. "Please don't let her…" he couldn't finish that sentence for fear he would somehow jinx it.

He flinched when he saw the door kick out suddenly to reveal a dark high-healed shoe. A bulky body emerged from the front passenger side of the car and looked to be carrying something like a body in its arms. His first thought was that the driver had been able to get Patience from out of the back seat and was now dragging her out unconscious and injured. He doubled his speed. When he neared it however, he saw it was Patience who'd been hauling the driver from the car instead.

"The crash knocked him unconscious," Patience called over the roar of fire and screams of terrified victims. "I think he's got a concussion but he'll be alright once we get him in an ambulance."

Right at that moment, as if she'd foreseen it, sirens could be heard in the near distance. Bruce suddenly felt foolish for thinking Patience would be injured in a tiny accident like that. He couldn't understand it. Patience didn't seem any stronger than any other woman, but he felt that it would take much more than that to injure her.

There was a distant boom and they looked up to see more fire burst from a different window a few floors above from the last one. They watched as gunshots could be heard from the same floor. Bruce and Patience looked at one another at the exact same time.

"I'm sorry but I have to go!" They said in perfect unison. They looked confused for a moment but continued their explanation together. "I don't want to leave you but I need to do something before this gets out of control."

They looked confused once more at their synchronized explanations then apologized at the same time and sprinted away in opposite directions.

OHMYGOSH! I can't belive how many people are likeing my story already! (insert delighted squeal) Thank's so much you guys for liking and reviewing this story. I was worried no one would like it but you do and I'm so happy. YAY! XD

As you can see, I have planned on giving Dre a little more influence in the story after all.

This chapter is a little longer than the last one and I'll try to have the next one in by next week or the ne after that. I might not have it in for a while but I hope this one will tide you over for a moment. It's a suckish place to leave off, I know but I was so excited to get the new one in that I couldn't wait to post it. So here you go, hope you like it, review if you do, review even if you don't.

P.S. If you guys have ideas you would like to share with me about this story's direction I'd like to here them cause, to be a little honest, I'm a little uncertain where this fanfic might be going right at the moment. I mean I have a general idea what I'm going to do but scenes are a little iffy at the moment. So leave me a comment or send me an email if you have some good ideas-heck send me an email if they're bad ideas, I'm not picky-I just like getting mail.