I was planning on putting this up yesterday, but I just didn't have the time. Sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pendragon.

Well, I don't really have much to say about this chapter. But I just realized I don't really explain what happened on the Queen Mary. Oh well. That's not the important thing. But just as a recap: Courtney was trying to convince Mark that Andy Mitchell is actually Saint Dane, and since Andy Mitchell suddenly became a genius and Mark's other best friend, that wasn't really going over very well.

And since Courntey is technically a stowaway, she's locked up in a prison cell. Isn't that nice?

This chapter is mostly a journal... or, part of one. I really was not comfortable writing it, since I don't think I came close to what Bobby sounds like, but...

Okay, it's time for me to shut up. So, here's chapter two of "The Truth". Hope you like it, and review, please.

Chapter Two: The Journal Part One - Spader

Sorry I haven't written in so long, guys. But then again, since time between territories isn't relative, it might have been only hours for you since I last wrote. There wasn't much going on with me... and then a lot happened all at once.

It's the beginning of the end. I think I may have said that before, but I've written so many journals that I can't remember everything I wrote. But if I have, it really is the beginning of the end now.

I don't know who's getting these journals anymore. Hopefully, you'll have found Mark by now, Courtney. I'll write it to both of you, because it feels weird not writing to Mark. And he'll read this some day. I hope.

But Courtney, I just want to make sure you know that this isn't your fault, because it's not.

That was how far Courtney got in reading Bobby's latest journal when visitors arrived to see her. More accurately, Mark Dimond and Nevva Winter had shown up to see her.

She did her best to shove the new journal into the corner without smashing it too much. It was easily the longest journal Bobby had ever sent; it must have been about a thousand pages long.

"Mark!" the blonde girl cried when they walked in.

"He wanted to see you," Nevva said coolly. She walked out, to leave the two alone. "I'll come back to get you in a while, Mark," she said, more friendlily, over her shoulder.

"Andy Mitchell can't be Saint Dane," Mark started, once Nevva was gone.

Was that what he had come to her about? "C'mon, Mark, you know how he works! This is exactly what he does! You never know who he really is until it's too late!"

"You're just saying that."

"I'm not!" Courtney insisted. Then she sighed. She held up the papers she had shoved in the corner. She hoped they weren't out of order. "Want to read the latest news in Halla?" she asked with half a smile.

Mark's eyes brightened. It was so long since he'd read one of Bobby's journals. He was mad at Courtney, but he had to know what was going on with his best friend. "Sure."

Courtney held the stack out to him.

He shook his head. "No, it was your turn to read."

So the two acolytes got comfy on the floor of the prison cell of the Queen Mary, and Courtney began reading from the beginning.

"Sorry I haven't written in so long, guys. But then again..."

- -

I know you're going to blame yourself. But don't. It isn't your fault.

It all started about two months ago – two months for me, anyway – when Courtney broke up with me. Well, I guess we technically were never going out, since all we did was kiss once. How lame is that? But being a Traveler that flumes around saving Halla all the time doesn't exactly give you time to have a social life.

I told Courtney I was going to Ibara, and I left her with Patrick, to get any information she could. To be honest, I lied. I really just needed to clear my head.

And since the flumes would put me on Ibara where I needed to be, when I needed to be there, I figured I had some time to do that.

When I got to the flume, I called out the first territory I thought of. "Eelong!"

I didn't think it would take me anywhere, but I was proved wrong when the flume came to life. Once I settled in for the ride, I remembered that there were two flumes on every territory. We had forgotten that.

When I got to Eelong, I looked at the clothes that had been left at the flume. There was one set of clothes for a klee, and a few sets for gars. I picked out the gar outfit that looked the most intact. As I changed, I looked around. The flume was in a small cave.

I crawled out of the cave (it got smaller before it got bigger) and then saw that the cave was in the side of a mountain. All I could see beyond that was trees. I couldn't see Leeandra, or Black Water, or anything... other than rocks and trees.

But I also didn't see any gar-quiqs. That was a good sign. That's always a good sign.

The plan was to make my way through the forest until I could find someone that could help me. It took a long time. I won't bore you by describing the whole trip.

But soon I was in Leeandra. From there, I could make my way to Black Water. I remembered the way.

I wanted to see Spader and Gunny. I missed those guys. And I had no doubt that Spader could help me clear my head and get ready to start the fight against Saint Dane on Ibara.

I remembered the way there, but the trip was a lot longer than I remembered. I did make it there before nightfall, though.

"Pendragon?" Gunny's voice sounded exactly the same as I remembered.

I couldn't help but smile as I heard the next voice.

"Hobey-ho! Pendragon!"

Spader.

No offense, Mark, but if I had to name another Traveler as my best bud, I'd pick Spader.

He came running over to me, Gunny walking up behind him. Both of them were smiling.

"Hey, guys," I said.

"How'd you get here?" Gunny wanted to know.

"There's another flume out in the middle of nowhere." I shook my head. "It took forever to get out here."

"Shouldn't you be fighting that demon Saint Dane, mate?"

I told them that I needed a breather for a little bit. Again, the flumes would put me on Ibara where I needed to be, when I needed to be there. And I told them about everything that had happened since I left Eelong... up until I got to Third Earth. Up until Courtney dumping me for my best friend.

It upset them to hear that we had lost Quillan, but they knew I had done my best.

"You never were very good at Spinney-do" was all Spader had to say.

We all laughed. I wondered if Gunny laughed because me and Spader did, or if Spader had told him about Cloral.

Then they told me about what had happened on Eelong since I left. Eelong had come a long way - the gars and klees had come a long way. I felt good hearing them tell me about all the progress that had been made; they were obviously proud. They were teachers here on Eelong, after all.

The weird part was that I couldn't stop staring at Spader. I would just start staring at him for no reason, and then I would catch myself and look away. But not long after, I would be staring at him again.

It confused the hell out of me.

At first I told myself that I had missed him. Spader was my best Traveler bud, after all, even though he can be hotheaded when it comes to Saint Dane. Not that I blame him. Saint Dane did kinda kill his father.

And I had missed him. But by the end of the night I realized it was something more than just that.

I left that night, leaving them a note. I knew I couldn't tell them that I was leaving; they would want to come with me. I hadn't been to Ibara yet, and I didn't know which Traveler would be able to best help me. I explained that in my note, though I didn't say where I was going.

And I didn't want to tell Spader goodbye. I didn't think I could. I was afraid of saying something I would regret.

More than anything, I just wanted to get away from Eelong. From Spader. Though I didn't want to leave him stranded here – I didn't want to leave him period – I didn't want to be near him for a while.

I didn't want to face the fact that I might be gay.

- Kuramastrass -