So, because since so many of you guys love this story, I'm going to leave it and possibly create a new plot for Percabeth.

Sorry for the so late update. Been so tired lately.

I'm not going to put a disclaimer because i'm lazy today.

M.K. sat on her bed, absently brushing her hair. A smile crept up her face when she heard a familiar soft knock on the door. She set the brush aside and hurried to answer it.

Nod stood on the other side. Her smile melted away as she noticed the sling that supported his right arm. The slight hint of pain in his forced smile. The small bandage on his cheek.

"What happened?" She gently brushed her fingers across the bandage on his face.

"Boggan ambush. I'm fine really." He insisted.

"Come on." She shut the door behind him. Nod flopped down on the bed.

How on earth can he say he's fine? She mused, pushing stray locks of hair away from her face.

"So what have you been doing?" He broke the silence.

"Not much really. It's boring."

Some more awkward silence.

M.K. rested her head on her hand and lazily concentrated on a vine on the room's wall. It immediately responded to her thoughts and curled around the window and across the room.

"How's training?" She asked.

He scratched the side of his neck, "Ronin's like he always is. Except a little bit grumpier."

She laughed, swatting his good arm, "If Ronin hears you, he will kill you."

"Why? It's true!" The door creaked open.

"Hey, Mub. Grub." The snail bowed his head, "Your Majesty." His leafmen helmet tilted forward.

She rolled her eyes, " 'Your Majesty' makes me feel so old."

Nod frowned, "What are they doing here?"

"They visit every now and then."

"How?"

"How what?"

"How do they get here?"

"Oh, Noddy-boy. We can't tell our secrets, you know." The infuriating slug curled his eyes inside his head (does that even count as a head?)and mocked him behind M.K. Nod had the urge to draw his knife. No one would miss him anyway. Well, maybe a passing patrol would notice that he was gone, but-

"Can I kill him?" Nod asked, resting his hand on his sheathed knife.

"What?" M.K. gave him an exasperated look.

"Can I kill him?" He repeated, now using his knife to point at Mub.

"What? No!" She exclaimed.

"It'll just take about five seconds."

"You couldn't kill me even if I was blind, Flat-face." Mub rolled his eyes.

"Oh, you want to test that theory?"

"Nod!" M.K. watched him begin to stand up.

"Really didn't want to do this in front of baby girl but-" Mub towered over the leafman and seemed to swallow his head.

"EW!" She shrieked, "Mub, get him out of your mouth! That is unbelievably disgusting!" She covered her eyes with her hands.

She heard a "Sorry, baby girl" and in Nod's voice "YUCK!" There was a thumping of feet and the sound of running water.

M.K. peeked through her fingers. She saw Nod in the bathroom, washing his face. Grub stood off to the side with an amused look on his face. It was a wonder that none of her guards had heard them.

Nod emerged from her bathroom. The fist bandage on his face had peeled off and he held another one pressed to the wound.

Mub smiled triumphantly. M.K. glared at him and he shrunk away.

"Poor baby." She laughed at his expression. He flopped himself on the bed and rested his head in her lap.

Grub spoke, "We should get going. Um, Yo-M.K."

He dragged Mub out.

Nod closed his eyes as M.K. ran her fingers through his hair. Soon, he was asleep, slightly snoring. She held back a fit of giggles and rested his head on the pillows. She was just about to inch off the bed when one arm curled around her waist.

She looked back and saw that he was sound asleep. Huh?

M.K. tried to pry his arm off. No use. When did he get so strong?

So she just settled and fell into a dreamless slumber.

Phew. I had to do a lot of thinking for this chapter. I dunno why.

Fang: She's lying again!

Me: Why do you think I'm always lying?

Fang: Because...you are.

Me: *stands up and leaves*

Fang: Where are you going? I'm one of your voices in your head. Wherever you go, we go.

Me: Dang it...

Review please.