Author Note: If you are a previous reader there were no changes to this chapter other then to combine what was previously Parts 1A & 1B into one chapter.

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SPN: Legacy and Heritage

Chapter 1: Headin' For Trouble

Spring 1832 - Connecticut

Samuel Colt really is a simple man who likes simple things. The fact that life was rarely simple didn't change that - it only made him work harder to have the simple pleasures. An average man of size and build, it was his piercing blue eyes and sharp mind that had always brought him notice. At 10, he took an apprenticeship at a nearby farm only to learn that he really preferred telling others what needed to be done. It was not that he didn't like physical labor; it was more that he was forever finding better ways to work but no one would listen to him. When he discovered a greater knowledge he could draw from, he devoured it with everything he had and then turned those ideas and knowledge back into the world with a drive and determination that would brook no failure. He was 15 when he met Sarah and learned all over again that his life of education was far from complete when she taught him the most valuable lesson of his life - love was the greatest thing of all.

Sarah was a delightful girl with sunny smiles and an equally curious nature, he knew instantly she was the one for him. She encouraged all his interests; a small but thriving business with his partner William Winchester, his passion for collecting books and learning, but most of all his desire for a perfect simple life with her. So he knew he had found everything he could want that warm sunny day in 1830 when she became Mrs. Sarah Colt and they began their promising life together. That was why when it all came crashing down two years later, he hadn't even seen it coming, he was 18 and his life had ended only to leave him standing

It had been a long, cold, dry winter that promised an equally dry spring. The forest life had made several encroachments out of the shelter of the tree line in their quests for food. When Jacob Miller was found in early February out behind his barn it was easy enough to guess what had happened. Then Constance Granger was found slaughtered near the riverbanks a few weeks later and the community knew they would need to be on their guard. After that, no one went anywhere near the forest alone. Still, when the Wainwright families were slaughtered in their beds, it only caused a mild panic. That is why it was not a stretch to think, at first, that the sad deaths of several in the community were simply from hungry wild life, particularly a pack of wolves. All signs pointed to them, the mauled bodies and close proximity to the forest lines. It was not until Samuel heard the screams and found Sarah's body that he started to think that perhaps they were wrong.

It had only been two months since he had lost Sarah. Two long months of questioning his sanity and grieving the loss of his perfect wife. Two long months of reliving the nightmare over and over – the howling calls mixed with her screams, followed him everywhere he went.

"Excuse me," a voice far way finally managed to pierce into Samuel's thoughts. Looking up from the bench by the river, Samuel squinted against the afternoon sun. Lifting a hand to his eyes, he finally took in a young man, travel weary and stained, upon a large chestnut horse.

"I am sorry to interrupt your thoughts but I am a bit lost," the youth said once he was sure Samuel was paying attention. "I was looking for the Colt farm. The last person I talked to sometime back said only to follow the river path." The lanky young man indicated the small walking path in front of Samuel's feet. "Am I headed in the right direction?"

Samuel stared a long moment before coughing slightly, "You." He had to pause again to truly clear his throat not having realized how long it had been since he'd last spoken. "You are, that is my fathers' farm," he indicated with a wave of his hand toward the grassy hill behind him.

The young man looked toward the indicated direction before turning his attention back. "Ah, I see, would you be Samuel Colt then?" He hopped down from the horse, "Names Remington, Elias Remington. I was hoping I could talk with you."

Samuel stared blankly at Remington for another long moment. "I am afraid I am not in much of a mood to talk," he answered gruffly turning his eyes back to the water.

"You have my condolences sir, truly you do." Remington let the reins drop and eased slowly toward Samuel. "Your loss is a terrible tragedy." He stopped all movement and sound as Colt's head swung toward him.

"My loss," he sputtered angrily, his face flushing as he stared at the boy before him. "What would you know of my loss?" he spat out. "Of any loss?" he added contemptuously as his eyes traveled up and down the young man's form.

Remington looked down a moment and sighed. "I know a good deal more then you might think," he said quickly before straightening his shoulders and looking Colt in the eye once more. "I only wish to ask after what happened with your wife as I believe I know what killed her."

The small flicker of guilt was instantly wiped away to be replaced by grief and horror. "My wife was mauled by wolves, Mr. Remington," Samuel's voice only quavered slightly before dying off. His gaze was just starting to return to the water when Remington spoke again.

"Was that what you saw or what they told you?"

Samuel's entire body jerked at that and he stood quickly. "I do not-," he shook his head and backed away so that he could look into the face of the young man, "I do not know what you think you have heard but my wife was killed by wolves. There have been several others that were killed by them as well. The weather-," he suddenly stopped and threw his hands up. "I do not need to explain myself to you, some wanderer!"

Remington held his hands up in surrender and moved back a step dropping his voice like he was gentling his horse. "Mr. Colt please, I mean you no disrespect. I am very sorry for your loss and simply wished to ask a few questions. I will be on my way though as I see all I have done is upset you more and that was never my intention."

Samuel let out a breath and then another as the lump in his throat caused his eyes to mist over suddenly. Blinking his eyes harshly, he cleared his throat again. "Are you some kind of writer for one of those penny rags?" he asked, peering suspiciously at the young man.

"No sir." Remington stilled again and settled into a relaxed stance as he watched the other man. "A simple hunter is all. I," he paused trying to find the right words before he continued, "I hunt down things other people do not or can not get rid of."

When Samuel said nothing to that Remington continued. "I was hoping to ask you a few questions to confirm that I have the correct assumption in mind before I go after it. From what I can find, you are the only living witness."

Colt stared at the young man trying to take in everything he'd just said. Swallowing thickly, he began, "You should not be going after this alone. You are too," he stopped and waved a hand at the young man in front of him.

Remington gave a dry laugh. "I am too what? Too young?" At Colt's nod of agreement he gave another bark of laughter. "Well I suppose you might be right but I have hunted for a long time and had the best teach me all they know. I believe that qualifies me for this," he gave a slight smile to take the edge off his words.

Samuel blinked and then with a wary sigh dropped back onto the bench. He was just so tired, all this talking had been more then he'd done in over a month. Dragging himself back from his thoughts before they could pull him back into the abyss, he waved a hand toward Remington to have a seat as well. Watching him sprawl out comfortably in the grass, Samuel took along deep breath, "What is it you wish to know?"

Remington pulled a blade of grass up, twirling it between his fingers a moment before chewing on the end lazily. "As much of what you remember from that night and can tell me, even if it should seem insignificant or even extraordinary. Anything you can tell me."

Samuel shook his head at the enormity of that request. There was no way he could do that. Really, what was he thinking even talking to this stranger when he had not even been able to tell his family more than his Sarah; his Sarah was... It felt as though a fist had closed around his throat, slowly choking him as the sound of her screams filled his ears once more.

A hand on his shoulder shaking him roughly snapped Samuel from his memories. "Mr. Colt. Samuel." Remington leaned over him shading the sun as he looked at him in concern. "Samuel," he said again as Colt's eyes focused back on him once more. "You do not have to say anything," Remington told him quietly. "It is too much for you, I can see that." Leaning back, Samuel found himself blinking several times as the sun burned brightly into his eyes.

Remington watched Samuel a moment before pulling his long legs toward him and crossing them. "Would you mind if, perhaps, I tell you what I think I might be hunting? Maybe you could just confirm if I am on the right path?"

Samuel watched him a moment fighting to get himself and his voice back under control, something about this young man reassured Samuel though he could not put his finger on it. There was something about Elias Remington that set all of Samuel's alarms at ease and made him think more of him as one of his brothers than the stranger he truly was. It was the eyes he suddenly realized, they spoke the same understanding of the darkness and pain that tore through Samuel. He was a kindred spirit he thought and then shook his head, pulling away from the abyss once more. Too much of his time was now locked in thought and for the first time in a great while, Samuel found himself wanting to come out of those thoughts and perhaps take some action, though he knew not what it was just yet.

"I know that people are saying that it is wolves and well, they are not entirely wrong, it is just that they are not entirely right either," Remington finally said quietly as Samuel watched him closely. "I know that you will think this a bit crazy but I have seen things, hunted things that are not entirely what they seem to people. And this has caught my attention in the manner that others have before them. I just need to know not what you saw, perhaps, but what you might have heard?" Remington tried hopefully. "That night, did you hear anything strange just after dark?"

Samuel blinked twice and then shook his head, "It was like any other night. Quiet, the night was settled," he said with a thick voice. "I was asleep early when I heard the screams," he stopped abruptly and then shook his head. "I will never forget her screams," he whispered, his voice full of anguish. "They follow me even now in the bright of day."

Remington leaned toward Samuel, dropping his hands over his knees as he thought a moment. "I am sorry to ask this, however, was it your wife's screams that woke you that night?"

Samuel paused a minute but, unable to think to clearly about that moment, merely swallowed and nodded. "All right then, you heard the screams, awoke and then…" Remington looked at Samuel carefully. "You then ran outside to your farrier's shed?"

Samuel was caught up in his nightmare suddenly; the night cold around him, the lingering scream of agony in the air as he ran toward his workshop, ran for his Sarah. But as he cleared the doorway, he knew there was nothing he could do. Blood, so much blood everywhere…

"Samuel!" Remington shook him roughly again before Samuel found himself once more sitting in the sun, that night weighing heavily on his shoulders.

"Did you hear anything else, I know this is difficult but when you found your wife," Remington winced along with Samuel. "You did not hear anything else perhaps? Grunts?" Remington paused and took a breath, "Talking perhaps?"

Samuel looked over at the young man in surprise, "Voices? How could there have been voices?" he asked with a startled grunt and then turned fully away from Remington. "There was only myself and my wife at our house that night, we sit back a ways from others so there could not possibly have been anyone talking or whispering." His voice shook with the fear and uncertainty he had been carrying for the last two months. "There were no voices, there were no other people to be heard so there could be no voices."

"Of course," Remington said as he stood slowly. "I thank you for your time Samuel Colt. I am truly sorry for your loss and I promise you," he stopped waiting for Samuel to look at him. "I promise you that I will hunt down what did this to your wife and I will kill it. I will not let it harm anymore innocents." He nodded firmly as he stared into Samuel's eyes. Then, grabbing up the reins, he easily mounted the horse and gave a slight click to the chestnut, turning to head back the way he came. "God be with you Samuel Colt," he called back before continuing on the path and around the bend.

Samuel found it was nearly dark before he could move again.

"What do you mean you are leaving, Samuel?" His sister Ellen watched him as he moved quickly back and forth between the dresser and his saddlebag settled on top of his bed. "You have said little more then four words in nearly two months and now, now you are off with no word on what you are doing and why?"

Samuel stopped and looked at his sister as she stood, hands on hips in the doorway. She was a pretty thing with her cheeks flushed and hair a bit frazzled now in her anxiety and frustration. He loved her very much, his little Ellen, but now he really did not wish to talk with her. He needed to get moving, needed to catch up with Elias Remington, stop the foolish boy before he got himself killed. Shaking his head Samuel gave a slight smile to his sister, "Ellie dear, please, I am in a bit of a hurry now. We will talk, all of us, when I get back. Now I have something I need to do."

"Samuel." His sister's hands dropped and she approached her brother carefully before reaching for his arm as she looked up into his face. "You came to papa's farm nearly destroyed. I have watched as you stared off into nothing lost to all but your grief these many months," she paused and fought the tears that threatened. "This is the first time in so very long that you have looked alive, looked more," she stopped, tears welling heavy in her eyes as she silently pleaded with her brother. "Do not leave us Samuel," she pleaded softly.

"I will not leave you, Ellie, I will never leave you," he answered her softly, earnestly as he patted her hand. "But right now, I have something to do and I have lost enough time gathering wool. So please, just let me get my things and I will talk with you in a few days." He patted her hand once more and gave her an encouraging smile before turning away and closing up his bag. Mentally listing what else he might need, he wondered where he had last seen his pistols.

Without a backwards glance, he slipped from his room and down the back stairs heading out into the early evening gloom to the stables. He quickly gathered up his saddle and rifle, efficiently putting the horse to rights before hefting himself up into the saddle and heading in the direction he had last seen Elias Remington.

It was not that much of a stretch to figure out that the boy was headed back to Samuel's home in New Jersey; he only hoped that Remington had not gotten too far ahead of him. With luck and a bit of God's grace he would catch up to Elias, Samuel thought to himself as he set his horse into a trot. The feel of the wind in his face and hair removed the last of the cobwebs from his mind as Samuel felt himself slip back into the world around him, the world he had lost touch with after that awful night so many months ago. Pushing those thoughts away he told himself that he would grieve later, now was the time to stop a foolish boy from a deadly path.

On the road to New Jersey

Samuel had sat some time on the bench considering what Remington had said, but it was the parting words of the young man that finally dragged Samuel Colt from his downward spiral of grief. The thought of Remington going to face what was out there, alone and truly ill equipped had been like a bucket of cold water over him and forced his unused muscles to move for the first time in a while. It was not as easy as it once had been to climb the hill back to the farm and Samuel promised himself that he would work on that from now on. It did no one any good to let himself go, he chastised himself.

His Sarah would be so upset with him to know that he had stopped living. A sad shake of his head and Samuel let go of his grief focusing on the dimly lit path into town. A quick stop at The Holmes Tavern told him that Remington was not there and Samuel turned back into the night before anyone could inquire about his health and give their condolences. He knew it was rude and that his father would be unhappy with his behavior but, really, he had been unhappy for so long now it was only one more to the list, Samuel decided. No, now it was more important that he caught up with Elias Remington and stop him from getting killed.

The morning light two days later found Samuel nearly back to Paterson and his home. He slowed, taking a small bit of pleasure in the way the light turned the trees to a soft golden red and made the birds stir to begin their day with a song of chatter. He sighed, morning had been Sarah's favorite time as well; he swallowed the lump before it could take over.

"Good lord in heaven, Remington! You nearly killed me!" Samuel cried out angrily as he brought up the reins of his horse with an abrupt motion that set his horse back nearly on its hindquarters. Looking down at the long shadow that stepped out before him, Samuel felt his heart pounding hard in his chest.

Remington gave a tired smirk to Samuel as he reached over and caught up the reins, "You seem to pay little attention to what is going on around you, Samuel Colt. I have called to you several times now."

Samuel frowned down at Remington and then slowly eased off his horse; it had been some time since he had ridden that hard his back reminded him painfully. Trying to ease his discomfort without showing it to Remington, Samuel steadied himself and checked the buckles on his horse. "I do not believe you," he said with a huff that only received a bark of laughter from Remington.

"Well I have to say I am surprised to see you here," Remington finally broke the tense silence before nodding his head toward a small overhang next to the road. "What brings you out here?" Remington asked as he walked toward the small camp he had set up.

"Keeping your foolish self from getting killed," Colt barked back, still flustered and upset from the surprise meeting. Looking over the small camp that Remington had set up, he looked to the younger man and found himself surprised by how alert he was. "You have come some distance in a short time and yet it looks as though you have traveled not at all," his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Remington leaned down and pulled a pot from the small fire, pouring out the liquid into a cup and handing it over to Samuel. "I find a good cup of coffee does wonders for the soul," he said with a slow smile.

Samuel took the cup, a bit of gratitude creeping into his eyes as he settled himself carefully across from Remington. "I really did come out here to stop you. I can not let you go after these animals, not alone," he added taking a long sip of the hot liquid and then sighing happily.

Remington shook his head as he settled back on the ground, leaning against his saddle. "I really do not think I am going to need your help, Samuel. I do know what I am doing and having you along is going to be more hindrance then help, I assure you."

Samuel shook his head emphatically as he leaned toward Remington. "I can not let you, in good conscience, take on this fool mission alone. They will rip you to shreds and I will have another death on my hands. No, I am here and you will either take my help or you will get on your horse and go back to where ever you came from," ground out Samuel as he angrily thumped his leg with is fist and glared at Remington.

Remington blinked his surprise for a moment before a long laugh escaped him. "Well, Samuel Colt, it appears there is still life left in you after all!" At the huff of irritation from the other man, Remington stopped his laughing and settled down. "I am guessing you shoot," Remington assessed him soberly.

"I not only shoot, I hit everything I aim at," Samuel said with an indignant wave of his hand as he settled back against his saddle.

"Good, I will need someone to watch my back," Remington said. Shifting he stretched his legs out, "I will be resting for a while. We hunt once it is dark; they do not come out until then. You are welcome to stay if you wish it, get some rest. It is not the most comfortable but…" He shrugged and with a shift settled his head against his saddle and closed his eyes.

Samuel sat for a moment, they weren't more then two hours from his home but when he thought about trying to sleep there he decided the ground, hard as it was, would give him more rest then his martial bed. With a shift he settled himself as well and closed his eyes. Hunting in the dark? That would definitely take all his attention and strength if he was going to get Remington out of this mess.

Samuel woke with a start unsure what exactly it was that had brought him back. He had woken twice earlier, the last time dozing off without even realizing it, that was, until the shadow above him shifted. "Do not move," Remington's voice barely reached him and at that moment Samuel realized they were not alone.

Another howl sounded off in the distance eerily familiar and jarring to Samuel. It was Remington's strong grip on his arm that kept Samuel from jumping up but he was unable to stifle the gasp that escaped with his realization of what lay in the dark around them.

"They are close," Remington said quietly as he gave a slight tug. "Coming from the west." As they shifted, Samuel tried to unlock his muscles but found it difficult from the shock and too little use. "Up there, we have a better chance." Remington pointed toward the large oak branch above where they had been resting.

Managing a jerking nod in response, Samuel barely managed to lift himself up onto the lower branch when another howl came, this time closer and from the opposite side of the clearing. Samuel started feeling his grip slip on the branch but a strong hand grasped his wrist and Samuel managed to steady himself. With a look to his left he nodded that he was all right and Remington let go, climbing higher into the tree. Samuel hefted himself once again and settled back into the protective darkness of the tree base. Catching a glimmer of light off Remington's pistol he knew he was settled in as well.

Pulling one of his pistols from its holster, Samuel checked to make sure it was loaded and ready before scanning below them, feeling the growing tension wring him tighter and tighter. The horrid squeal of his horse as it was attacked drew Samuel's attention and he only managed to keep himself from falling by tightening his grip around the tree. Rustling sounded below them, grunts and what almost sounded like whispers filled the silence between the dying screams as Samuel held tightly to the tree trunk, old and new memories nearly overwhelmed him before he pushed them away forcing his full attention on what was going on below.

Aiming carefully as a shadow moved below, Colt shot; a meaty thunk and grunt told him he had connected, a grim smile taking over his face as he shifted slightly pulling his other gun from its holster and aiming once more. He was stunned when, just as he was about to shoot, the shadow below shifted and suddenly latched onto his ankle with its claw. A shocked grunt escaped as he felt himself being pulled from the branch. As he slid from his perch, Colt aimed blindly below him and fired once more.

Landing with a heavy thump on his back the air rushed out of him, stealing all thought from him at the same time. The next few moments were a blur as he struggled to get his breath back and used the butt of his revolver to strike out around him. Hot breath, foul and damp washed over his face, the sound of a shot deafeningly close and then a heavy weight falling on top of him, claws resting shallowly in his side and arm.

"Samuel!" A hand shaking him and a voice from far away calling him finally started to penetrate the fog with the return of his breath. "Samuel, answer me!"

Blinking, Samuel gave a small nod before turning to the heavy weight resting on his arm. There, in the shadowed light of the moon, lay a large hairy lump. "Is it?" he managed to wheeze out.

"Yes, they are dead. Take my hand," Remington pulled him out from under the body and helped him up. "Did it bite you?"

"No," Samuel said distractedly as he continued to stare at the body. Remington however was more intent on inspecting him and on finding the cuts on his arms moved quickly to the now banked camp fire pushing Samuel down. Ripping the remnants of the shirt out of the way, he grabbed up a large flask and liberally poured it over the wounds.

"I do not wish to find myself having to hunt you, Samuel, so sit still and pay attention," Remington growled at him. Once Samuel turned his attention back, he met Remington's hard stare with one of stunned surprise "Are you sure it did not bite you anywhere?"

Samuel frowned and then shook his head, "Not that I know of. It sunk its claws in my ankle, a bit on the side." He pointed tenderly at his ribs and arm. "But that is all. I thought it might but then you shot it," he said with relief.

Remington nodded, reaching over and prodding the fire back to life as he fed it more kindling. Turning back he began a careful inspection of the wounds, pouring more of the liquid from the flask over them before he was satisfied that they were running clean. Reaching into his pack he pulled out bandages and began wrapping the wounds. "We will know for sure tomorrow night. It is the last night of the full moon. If nothing happens then," he trailed off with a quick look to Samuel's confused face before returning his attention to the bandages.

"I am unsure of what you mean, Remington," Samuel frowned at the man as he wrapped the injured arm tightly. "It is as I told you, just wolves," Samuel said with a nervous laugh and a shake of his head. Turning back he looked to where the hairy body lay only to gasp in shock. Pushing the other man from him, Samuel stumbled to his feet quickly moving to stand over the body on the ground. In the fire light he stared in horror and shock to see not the hairy lump of wolf that he had seen earlier, but a man or at least what was left of the man. Turning his eyes slowly back to Remington who sat behind him, he tried to comprehend what he was seeing and found it almost too difficult.

"I tried to tell you," Remington said quietly before turning away and putting things back into his bag. "You did not want to believe, you can not force someone to believe, Samuel. I would never want that for anyone," Remington's voice tinged with heavy sadness.

Samuel looked back down at the body and then caught sight of something a few feet away and blinked in surprise to see another body, this time a woman's. Spinning back he saw that Remington was now standing only a few steps behind him, he pointed to the woman's body in shock unable to say anything.

"I will take care of this," Remington said as he handed a clean shirt to Samuel. "Go, get off that ankle." Remington turned him away from the bodies and back toward the fire. "Please, Samuel, just go sit and rest, let me handle this." Nodding dumbly Samuel took the shirt and made his way painfully back to the fire dropping down next to his saddle once again. Turned away from the bodies behind him, Samuel could only hear the sound of movement as Remington moved the bodies away from the fire and further into the tree line.

"What, what happened?" Samuel finally asked when Remington returned and settled across from him. "It was a wolf when it landed on me, I felt its fur, Elias! I am going mad," he said in a strangled voice. "What the hell was that?"

"You are not nor are you going mad, Samuel," Remington soothed. "They are, or were, werewolves," he added quietly as he stared hard at the shocked man across from him.

"What?" Samuel gasped, disbelief clear in his tone. "What would make you think such a, an amazing thing?"

Remington continued to stare him down for several moments, appearing to carefully choose his words before he spoke again. "For those who cannot accept, do not have the strength to look into the dark around them, they are simply wolves. But there are some who can see the truth, Samuel Colt, and we hunt them for what they are."

Samuel shook his head in continued denial as he took in what Remington was saying. As the fire crackled around them and the night began to return to its former rhythm, it was several moments before Samuel could look at his companion once again. Finally he asked the question he had longed to ask since he had first heard the wolves whispering mingled with his wife's screams. "Where did they come from? What are they doing here?"

"The evil abyss that surrounds us all, Samuel Colt. They are Lucifer's agents walking the earth in the cover of darkness with no mind more then to destroy innocent lives," Remington declared in a stark voice that spoke of shared destruction and pain.

It was then that Samuel understood. It all made sense to him suddenly and the truth of it all struck home.

"I am sorry, Elias." Samuel's voice echoed the stark pain but he shied from asking more of his new companion. Something that shone in those depths mirrored his own anguish and Samuel knew that was something that words lacked the depth of expression. Remington simply nodded back before turning his eyes to the fire.

"What can I do to help?" Samuel finally asked, breaking the still of the night around them.

"Go home, grieve in peace and know that," he pointed toward he shadows, "there are innocents that will never be disturbed by them now."

"And forget all that I have now learned? Close my eyes to the truth that I know?" Samuel demanded incredulously.

"Yes. Your wife, the others, have been avenged, Samuel Colt. It is time to get on with your life." Remington settled back from the fire, shadow taking his expressions from Samuel's view.

"That is not possible," Samuel refuted with the finality of the newly converted. "I have seen the darkness and it has seen me, Elias Remington, an ordinary life is no longer possible. I wish to help you, to help others as you do. I can think of no greater purpose than that."

Elias gave a weary sigh as he watched the other man across the fire. "I really do not think you cut out for a lonely life of wandering, Samuel." Holding up a hand, he forestalled the continued arguments and settled his saddle behind him rather tired now. "We shall talk more in the morning, all right? We have a long ride back to your fathers since there is only one horse now. Let us sleep and I will think on this."

Samuel closed his mouth, lips firmly thinned as he watched Elias settle down to sleep once more. Thinking it unlikely that he could sleep anymore, Samuel laid back staring up into the clear night sky turning over all that he had learned and seen and what it meant for his future. Despite what Elias might say now, Samuel Colt had decided his old life was over and the new one, while darker and more dangerous then he could have ever imagined, was exactly where he was headed.

It was his destiny.

Authors Note:

I'm not usually one to beg but ... *gets down on my knees* Any thoughts at all would be greatly appreciated even if its to say you hate it. Heck I'm ok with that :) So please just a comment or too would be ever so greatly appreciated!

My undying love and gratitude as always to Katrina for her amazing beta work that makes this so much more then the mad ramblings of my mind!!