It’s All Relative on the Hellmouth Chapter 4: When Harry Dreams, a buffy x-overs fanfic

Chapter Four: When Harry Dreams

Three hours after Harry had fallen asleep, Giles was still perched at his dining room table. He was attempting to do more research. But, his mind was rambling agin. This time his thoughts drifted to Lily. She was dead. It was painful. Like a cold rock lodged in his gut. The guilt was there too. But, Rupert Giles had grown accustomed to loss. He didn't whimper and wail anymore. He didn't try to drink the pain away. Although he wouldn't say no to a good scotch right now. Loss, pain, guilt, all these things developed a dull edge with time. He'd try to take joy in meeting Harry, rather than mourning the loss of a relationship with Lily. Best to keep busy until the pain receded.

Giles had decided to move the small green desk lamp down to the dining room table. He had considered moving all his things upstairs so as not to disturb Harry, but the boy had seemed dead to the world. And those books were heavy. He didn't mind only using the small lamp. The green tinged light reminded him of the late nights at the library. It was rather peaceful. The quiet of the house. The only sounds were the quiet hush of Harry's breathing and the flipping of the page. But, it was the sound of another person breathing that relaxed him the most. He wasn't alone. He spent so many hours here alone. Just the simple knowledge that another presence was near, that was more comforting than he had thought it would be.

Harry's mind was hardly at ease. The nightmares had found him again. He hadn't practiced his Occlumency. Although he didn't need to worry about blocking Voldemort's presence anymore, the calming exercise had a controlling influence on some of his nightmares. Without it, Harry was tossed headlong into a horror that wasn't his own.

"Bring them here," his cold voice hissed. His anger was growing, and already he could feel his magic simmering. It was ready. He watched cooly as a bedraggled pair were dragged in and dropped at his feet. Their knees were spelled to the ground, making it impossible for them to rise. Yet, they didn't cower as they should. He grinned slightly. That would make this more fun.

"S-so, more members of the fool's order. I'm running out of space for– what's leftover. Perhaps I should send the remains to the old fool. Let him deal with the trash." The more he thought about the idea the more he liked it. He'd show the fool what happened to his precious heros. Fools all. They'd realize that by the time he was done. They'd scream it.

He raised his wand, marveling at the bubbling power. He began. The spells he cast were silent. Indeed he never spoke to them again. There wasn't much point. They'd been dead the moment they were brought into the room. There was no point addressing the dead. Speaking of the dead, one of them was almost ready to go. He stepped onto the cold floor. He used his wand to move the body, so that the person was lying on her back. He had come to sense death. He knew when it was nearing. He gazed into the woman's eyes. He watched as death took hold. It was a fascinating sight he had never grown tired of. Watching the moment when death came.

He wondered what it was like to die.

But, he would never know. He had surpassed Death.

He examined the other body. Blood pooled around it, but the eyelids still flickered. He tired of this clinging on. He absently cast the killing curse. How odd it was. Killing didn't even require any focus now. Practice, no doubt, makes perfect. Perhaps he should practice some more.

Harry jerked awake, his breathing ragged. He fought the urge to scream. The magic was bubbling to the surface again. Red sparks seemed to jump around his skin. The magic bubbled. He closed his eyes, trying to gather some composure. But the magic wasn't in the mood to be contained. Harry fought against it.

Not more then a few feet away, Rupert Giles tensed as he heard a change occur in his nephew's breathing. The slow steady noise was becoming rapid, air moving in panicked gasps. He turned his head, wondering if the boy was having a nightmare. He was about stand up when he saw Harry jerk awake. The young wizard frantically tried to catch his breath.

"Are you alright?" Giles questioned. He watched Harry's back shake as he tried to get control.

"I'm fine," a cold voice hissed. The voice hadn't sounded anything like his nephew. It was higher pitched, and filled with hatred. Giles stood up shakily. He took a worried step toward the boy on his couch. He wished he could see Harry's face. He drew closer.

"Harry?" he questioned. He noticed that Harry's chest seemed to be calming. He moved to the other side of the couch. Now, he could see Harry, his face hidden by his hands. "Harry?" he asked again. Slowly the hands lowered.

"Sorry about that Uncle Rupert," replied an anxious looking Harry. Giles settled on the edge of the pullout bed, Harry's voice had returned to normal.

"Are you sure you are alright?" Giles questioned. Harry merely nodded. Giles examined the boy. He looked rather shaken. Giles sat still for a moment. Confused about how to act, Giles decided to downplay the situation, he didn't want to embarrass the boy. He stood up and began to walk back to the table.

"I'm sorry if I bothered you," added Harry. Giles paused again. There was something in Harry's tone that was troubling. He'd spent his last few years with mostly teenagers for company. There was a sadness in Harry's voice, such deep sadness. If anything, Giles had learned that most teenagers hid sadness like it was a sin.

"Harry it wasn't a bother, I was up anyway. Was it a nightmare?" questioned Giles. He noticed his nephew's head nodding in response. Yet, Harry seemed genuinely shaken by this dream. Nightmares weren't usually a problem for someone Harry's age. Giles reluctantly went back to his chair. He peered over at his nephew. Harry had settled back down but, it wasn't difficult to tell that he was still awake. Rupert turned back to his books. Should he say anything? What should his role be here? He felt like he should talk to the boy. But was it really his place? Still, as the minutes passed, and Harry showed no signs of drifting back to sleep, Giles felt he should do something. Rising again he crossed over and took a seat in a recliner that was facing Harry.

Harry was leaning back, but his knees were crossed. His breathing had settled. Yet, he doubted he'd be getting anymore sleep tonight. The images from his dream had been too gruesome. Even now, as he attempted to practice his Occlumency, the images kept appearing in his mind. And, there was no comfort in saying it was only a dream. Harry knew exactly what it was. But, the worst thing was, Harry not only saw everything through Voldemort's eyes, he could feel it all. He could feel the glee, the curiosity, he could feel his magic responding. Well, not his per say...not for the first time was Harry regretting the particular method he had used to defeat Voldemort. Harry tried not to think of that now. But, again the images came unbidden. He shuddered. No he definitely wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.

"Harry..." a voice interrupted his thoughts. With a regretful roll of his head, Harry opened his eyes. His Uncle was seated in a chair across from him. The man seemed to be fumbling for his words. Great, Harry groaned in his mind, his uncle wanted to talk. Harry really wasn't feeling in the mood for a probing conversation right now. He stayed silent and waited for his uncle to make up his mind what to say. Rupert Giles rubbed his hands.

"Well, I those nightmares can't be fun," Giles said. As soon as the words left his mouth, Giles rolled his eyes. 'I'm terribly insightful' thought Giles to himself.

"No, not really."

"Do you have them often?" Giles asked curiously.

"Yes."

"Well, if you need any help..." Giles's voice trailed off.

" I assure you- eh- Uncle Rupert...I can handle them." Harry's voice was firm. Yet, Giles didn't feel he could let the matter rest. He removed his glasses and began to clean them with a handkerchief.

"Well, obviously you can't, if you keep having them" stated Giles. Harry paused for a minute. He could feel anger begin to course through his body. He wasn't usually this quick to anger, but his dream had left him a bad mood already. He clenched his fists under the blanket.

"What do you know what I can and can not handle," growled Harry. He really didn't mean to take his frustration out on Giles but the man was getting on his nerves. What right did a man he'd met only a few hours ago have to act like a parent?

"Um, Quite." Giles paused for a moment. "Still, It might help to talk about it," probed Giles. Harry's eyes flashed. What the Hell. He had better not be getting the 'It's Better To Talk About It' talk. He'd had enough of that one to last him a life time. He didn't need this. Stupid Muggle. What could he possibly know? Harry's head jerked up. Where had that thought come from? He'd never looked down on muggles before...okay so maybe he hated the Dursleys. But not because they were muggles. The magic was bubbling again.

"I have to go. A walk." His voice was filled with a sense of desperation. Harry jumped off the bed. Giles stood up a surprised look on his face.

"What...I?" Giles stood still for a minute. He was completely astounded by Harry's reaction. He took him a moment to notice that the boy was heading for the door. "No, Harry wait...You have to wait." Giles rushed to his nephew and placed a hand on his arm. With a pull Harry jerked away.

"Keep your hands off me," Harry growled. He fumbled with the door.

"Harry, Sunnydale isn't safe after dark!" Giles called.

"I can take care of myself." Harry's voice was firm and tinge of the coldness from earlier had seeped into his words. He ran outside into the street.

"No...Harry you don't understand." Giles rushed to his door. He looked out into the night. He was willing to drag the young man back in if necessary. Yet, when he reached the porch, Harry was nowhere to be found. Giles stepped onto the sidewalk and scanned the surrounding area, he saw no sign of where the boy had gone. 'He must have used some magic' Giles thought, his inner voice making some attempt at calm. Yet, his spirits dropped. He hadn't meant to drive the boy away. What if Harry had decided never to return.

"But...I didn't even do anything?" Giles said to no one. He was very confused. Even though he wanted to search for his nephew, Giles saw no other option than to go back inside. He doubted he'd find the boy if he didn't want to be found.

An invisible Harry was already around the block. He stormed down the streets, his magical energy sparking. It hadn't been this bad since right after he had defeated Voldemort. He sighed in relief when he spotted an empty playground. He dropped the invisibility spell, and settled himself on the merry-go-round. He needed quiet to get this under control. He folded his legs and took deep breathes. The annoying presence in the back of his mind growled at him, yet he still steadily pushed it back.

"What we got here?" a voice rang out through the air. Harry ignored it.

"What's he doing? It's not as much fun if they don't run." This was a woman's voice. Harry ignored her as well. He needed to focus if he was going to get this under control. He shut his senses down and tried to concentrate on his inner battle. Yet, the annoying voices didn't seem to take the hint.

"I don't know, I kinda like it when they're easy," a different voice grunted.

"You would, that's why you're so fat." a fourth voice chimed.

"Hey kid," the first voice was back. Out of nowhere, a strong hand grabbed his arm. It gave him a sharp tug, and Harry landed in a pile at the base of the merry-go-round.He stood up slowly. His eyes still closed for the moment. He heard the voices around him laugh. Harry opened his eyes.

"Vampires," he hissed quietly. And, indeed they were. Four vampires. Two skinny looking men, one woman with dark, red hair, and a man with a barrel-like chest. They circled him casually.

"He's hardly even a snack," argued one of the skinny vampires.

"I don't know, I kinda like him," said the female vampire. She fluttered her eyelashes at him flirtatiously.

"You like every kid with dark hair," their leader complained. "That's how we got stuck with him." The leader jerked a thumb at the other thin vampire behind him.

"Yeah, no more newbies," the barrel chested vampire grunted. The female rolled her eyes at the men present. Then she shrugged.

"Fine...but I'm hungry." Her face morphed into its demonic form. She jumped with superhuman speed toward the boy. She grabbed his neck with one hand, and his shoulder with the other. As she leaned in, she noticed that the boy had closed his eyes again. She didn't like that.

"Open your eyes," she commanded. With a flutter of lashes, his eyes opened.

"Are you sure you want me too," the boy's voice hissed. The female vampire backed away. His eyes. They glowed red. Inside her something trembled in fear. She backed into one of the other vampires.

"Incendio" the cold voice whispered. The word sent chills down all their spines. But, before they even had a chance to think about running, their skin burst into flame.They burned slowly. All four vampires shrieked as their skin cracked and burned. Soon their cries silenced, the flames flicked pleasantly for a moment before they burned out, leaving four piles of ash on the ground.

"NO!" a voice cried out into the silence. Harry's eyes ceased to glow and became their usual emerald green. He grabbed at his head. Cursing under his breathe, Harry ran from the playground, seeking to avoid the new fears that had been dumped on him.

Buffy Summers had been nearing the end of her patrol. It had been another tough night. She should probably patrol more, but she was dead tired. She'd battled another set of well trained demons, not to mention only getting a few hours of sleep in the early evening. She needed a rest. Still, It seemed like that was not to be. Just as she was nearing her street, she heard a group of voices. She could tell by their tone that the voices belonged to vampires, and they seemed to have discovered a new victim. She hurried to the left and gave a frustrated sigh. 'Didn't people know to stay inside after dark in Sunnydale,' Buffy thought. The voices sounded as if they were coming from the playground, she could cut through the trees and get there faster. Buffy hurried. Just as she was nearing, a symphony of cries met her ears. She blinked as she noticed the park light up, fire throwing shadows everywhere. She quickened her pace, now she was running.

Buffy paused when she reached the play equipment. She looked around. There was no one here. She scanned the area more throughly. Then she noticed it. Near the merry-go-round was four piles of ash. Someone had dusted four vamps? Who could do that, well besides her? She sighed. Another mystery. Well, it would have to wait until morning. She needed some sleep. She decided to tell Giles about it tomorrow

Giles had stayed up much of the night waiting for his nephew to return. But, he had finally fallen asleep around four in the morning. He would be awakened at nine in the morning by an irritated teenager.

Around five in the morning, a rather tired, but much more composed Harry returned to his uncle's house. He stood outside for a long while wondering what he should do. Should he knock? But what if his Uncle was asleep, he didn't want to wake him. Was he even welcome? Still, Uncle Rupert had seemed like a rather nice guy. Harry doubted the man would become too aggressive if he awoke to find Harry in his house. In the end, Harry decided that he needed a few more hours of sleep. Then, he'd find some way to apologize to his Uncle.

Harry managed to sleep for three more hours. He awoke to find the house still quiet. Remembering his promise to make things up to his uncle, Harry decided to make breakfast. Perhaps the man would be in a better mood if he had hot food before him. Harry was a good cook. Doing much of the cooking in the Dursley household since he was seven could do that. But, he really didn't mind cooking. Especially breakfast. It was a good meal. He was a tad disappointed in his Uncle's pantry though. Did the man only make toast? There were only two eggs, some frozen rashers of bacon.

"Luckily I'm a wizard," muttered Harry. Harry drew his wand and muttered a spell he had learned from Mrs. Weasley. She had taught it to him one summer. Harry had spent the usual half of the summer with his relatives, who had fed him little. Vernon had complained about the cost. Somehow that concern had leaked into Harry's mind. When he arrived at the Weasleys he hadn't eaten much either, knowing that they had their own financial difficulties. When Mrs. Weasley had finally called him on it, Harry had confided his reason. After much muttering about his terrible relatives, Molly had shown him a simple spell that kept the Weasley family so well fed. The spell managed to multiply food items. For instance, one egg could become two dozen. Harry smiled, a sad smile, as he remembered those meals at the Weasleys.

Harry busied himself away from memories. He scrambled the eggs, watching in a satisfied way as they crackled on the stove. He pushed them around with a spatula. A little salt, a little pepper. Perfection. Harry placed the eggs on a plate with a heating charm, ensuring that they would stay hot until his uncle awoke. He was plating up the bacon when he heard the door open, and a female voice called out,

"Giles!" The voice sounded slightly familiar, but Harry was avoiding hot grease at the moment so he didn't stop to question his recollection. He heard the footsteps cross the living room, and begin to climb up the stairs. Harry listened as a hand knocked on what he assumed was his Uncle's door.

"Geez Giles, way to care. You still asleep?" demanded an annoyed female voice. Harry set the dishes down and began to walk out of the kitchen, he paused at the door frame.

"I'm sorry Buffy, a late night. Is there a problem?"

"Not really, but there could have been, I could be broken and bleeding." Harry gazed from the kitchen doorway as Buffy and his uncle came down the stairs. His uncle was wearing the same clothes he had worn yesterday, although they were in a more rumpled state. Harry cringed as the guilt washed over him. It seemed his uncle had been worried about him. Giles shook his head at the girl before him, but he had an amused smile on his lips.

"I do apologize Buffy, I..." Giles's voice broke off, he had caught a glimpse of black hair in his apartment. "Harry?"

"Eh...morning Uncle Rupert..." Harry grinned hesitantly.

"Harry?" Buffy had stopped dead as she stared at the boy in the kitchen. "Wait, did you say Uncle Rupert?" asked the blonde.

"Eh, how do you know each other?"

"Eh, how do you know each other?" Both Giles and Harry asked at the same time. Buffy snorted in laughter. The group stood in silence for a moment, the only noise being the occasional nervous giggle from Buffy.

"How about some breakfast?" asked Harry.

"Excellent, " declared Buffy.

"You cooked?" asked Giles. Harry nodded. The three headed into the kitchen and soon emerged with plates full of eggs, bacon, toast, and tea. Buffy was a little disappointed in the lack of coffee, and chose juice instead. The threesome settled around Gile's table, shifting the many books out of the way so that there was room for their plates. Soon the quiet was filled with sounds of people chewing. Giles coughed.

"So, how did you two meet?" questioned Giles.

"I met Harry yesterday morning, at the Expresso Pump," Buffy explained. Giles nodded. 'So they didn't really know each other' Giles thought. But, Buffy wasn't done speaking. "Then I ran into him when Willow and I went out to lunch, and he Oz, Willow, and I went to a movie last night."

"Well..." Giles's voice trailed off. It seemed his slayer knew Harry better than he himself did, he tried not to feel jealous.

"How do you know each other?" Harry asked. Harry eyed the pair questioningly. They looked like two peas...from two completely different pods, separated by a fence and a moat. That was no more obvious then this morning. Buffy was wearing a bright flower-patterned halter top and white shorts. Giles's was dressed in slacks and a frumpy sweater. They didn't seem like the kind of people to be friends, but Harry could tell from their earlier camaraderie that they got along very well.

"Giles is kinda like my mentor," Buffy explained. Harry raised his eyebrows at his uncle. Giles removed his glasses and began cleaning them.

"I was...I was the librarian at her school," added Giles. Harry nodded. He could tell they were lying. Or, perhaps not lying, just not mentioning something. Still, he was used to that and didn't let it trouble him. People had been lying to him his whole life. If they wanted their secrets, they could have them.

"Gosh! I can't believe I forgot!" Buffy said, she slapped her head. "Your name is Rupert!" Buffy exclaimed.

"Yes it is," stated Giles. He eyed Buffy curiously, as if she might have lost her mind.

"Harry was looking for his uncle Rupert all day yesterday, Willow and I even tried to help. There couldn't be two English people named Rupert in Sunnydale. Oops sorry Harry. I always call him Giles," explained Buffy. The blonde turned and glared at Giles. "God, Giles vague much, you didn't even write Harry your address."

"Yes, well amusing as this visit might be, did you have a reason for pounding on my door this morning?" questioned Giles. He took a bite of his eggs.

"Oh yeah, last night on pat– I mean when I was taking a walk last night, I eh– saw something you might be interested in."

"Like what?" Harry asked a little curious about what might draw his uncle's attention.

"Um–a bird. Giles loves birds, you know he keeps all those books on birds, and he has binoculars and everything." Buffy blabbered on. She was lying again. Harry merely nodded.

"Yes, I'm quite a rabid bird watcher," Giles added somewhat reluctantly. Bird watching? Honestly. He had much more pressing matters to attend to. Really, he'd prefer to just be honest with Harry. Wizards knew about the existence of vampires and such, he could no doubt handle the news of the Slayer. Still, it was really Buffy's information to give. If she wanted to wait, than that was her business.

"Actually Giles, if you want to come with me now I can show you...eh- where I saw the bird. It was interesting."

"Can it wait until after breakfast?" Giles inquired. Buffy shrugged her shoulders and took another bite of the eggs.

"This is really good Harry," Buffy said as she chewed. "I never would have pegged you for the domestic type." Harry grinned at her, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"I've had a lot of practice," responded Harry. He frowned down at his plate. Giles shot another look at his nephew. The boy was an odd mixture. Last night he had been so distant, and now in the morning he seemed to be a personable young man, if not a little shy. He wanted to discuss what had occurred at night with his nephew. But, the lad seemed to get very distressed by even the suggestion of a discussion. Giles was really at a loss. The boy before him was very different from the other teenagers he knew.

After everyone was finished eating breakfast, Giles and Buffy went out for their walk. Harry knew that they really just wanted to go away to talk about something, but he let them think he was fooled by their charade. Still, Harry didn't get into as much trouble as he did by waiting behind. As soon as the pair left, Harry turned himself invisible and followed them out. He stayed a good bit behind them, but they didn't seem to notice. The pair seemed involved in a conversation, as Buffy guided Giles to their destination.

Harry was a little surprised when they stopped at the park he had been to last night. He eyed the location. There didn't seem to be anything unusual about it. The piles of ash from last night had mostly drifted away. Only a few small circles of charred grass remained from where the vampires had been. Harry closed his eyes, trying to forget what he had done. They were vampires. Blood-sucking fiends. Who knows how many they had killed. He'd been correct in killing them, right? Still, what worried him more had been how he had killed them.

"When I arrived they were already toast, Giles." Harry overheard as he neared his Uncle and Buffy. Giles kneeled down and examined the ground. Indeed, he was examining the charred marks.

"Well, they were obviously burnt, although I'm not sure what might have done it. I'd hazard to guess it was a demon. There are few species that are known to have fire capabilities...But, that doesn't really make sense. Vampires wisely tend to avoid these particular demons. They would certainly not surround one, and as you say...make with the puns..." Harry hadn't been able to stop himself from gasping when his Uncle had mentioned demons. Demons? Why was his Uncle familiar with demons? Demonology really wasn't a popular branch of magical learning. Harry himself only knew about it because of Voldemort's interest in summoning them. Thankfully the madman had chosen another path of destruction, but Harry could still remember the tense few weeks when Snape had mentioned the possibility of demon rising.

While Harry had been lost in memories, Buffy had been straining her senses. She could have sworn she had heard a noise behind her. Almost like someone had gasped. Now that she concentrated, she could hear the subtle sound of breathing and the soft crackle of dry grass being stepped on. She glanced casually at the ground to the left of her. There! The dirt had moved slightly. Buffy clenched her hand into a fist and swung with all her might.

SMACK

Buffy felt her hand ram into something. That something however was not the resilient slam of demon hide, nor the sturdiness of vampire flesh...in fact it felt warm and squishy and very human.

"Bloody Hell!" A voice croaked from the ground. Buffy's eyes widened. She moved toward where the person had fallen, and blinked in surprise when a body materialized.

"Harry?" Buffy questioned. Giles turned, and leapt to his feet when he spotted his nephew on the ground, clutching his chest in obvious pain.

"You sure can pack a punch," Harry wheezed. He clutched his chest gingerly.

"Buffy!" Giles's eyes flashed angrily at her. "What were you thinking," he fumed. Buffy's face began to go red. She jumped up ready to yell right back, when a softer voice beat her to it.

"It's not her fault Uncle Rupert," Harry said as he winced. He coughed into his hand. His chest was really starting to burn. "I was kinda invisible." Harry explained.

"What-oh..." Giles rubbed his forehead.

"Yeah Giles, geeez." Buffy shot him an angry look.

"Well I'm sorry Buffy...I should have known you wouldn't..." Giles fumbled with his words while Buffy relaxed. Harry coughed into his hand again. He pulled his palm away and was unhappy to note the blood that had come from his hacking coughs. Giles spotted the red at the same time Harry did.

"Good Lord, I think you may have broken a rib, punctured your lung..." Giles reached a steadying hand behind Harry.

"What..." Buffy's face turned ashen. 'Could that kill somebody?' Buffy wondered. "I'm so sorry, I didn't..."

"We'll have to get you to a hospital," said Giles firmly.

"No, I'm fine." Harry attempted to sit up. He hissed in pain as he put pressure on his chest. "It didn't puncture, I can tell. Probably just jabbed the lung a bit." Buffy's eyes widened. What was this kid playing at?

"Uh uh," Buffy shook her head. "You're going to the hospital if I have to drag you there myself." She growled at the young man. He didn't have time for this macho guy crap. She didn't want his death on her conscious. She shot a look at Giles. His face was just as scared as she was. He couldn't take losing this kid.

"No really, if you can just prop me up. It's a bit easier if I'm not on my back." Buffy shot Harry a quizzical look. Giles leaned in and helped the boy rise. Harry didn't make any noise of pain this time, you had to look in his eyes to know that he wasn't fine. Buffy watched as the boy flicked his wrist. Out of nowhere, a stick shot into his hand. Buffy stared. 'What was he going to do with that?' she wondered.

"Costa Sarcire" muttered Harry. Buffy watched in surprise as a blue light drifted from his wand, and seemed to soak into his skin. In a moment Harry sighed in relief. He than stood up without any pain. Giles remained kneeled on the ground. Staring up at Harry with a slight look of disbelief on his face, then he seemed to relax.

"Healing charm?" Giles asked.

"Yeah, particularly for broken ribs. I tend to need that one a lot." Harry grinned at the pair of them. Giles stood stiffly. Buffy bit her lip. Harry's face quirked into a smile, he shot Buffy and Giles an amused look.

"So, bird watching huh?"

A/N: Hope you enjoyed that chapter. As ever, the more people who review, the sooner I update. I truly meant to update yesterday, but there seemed to be some gliches uploading documents.I must say, I've truly appreciated all who have reviewed. I'm glad people are enjoying it. Chapter five is almost complete. Expect to see it soon and expect some long awaited action. Finally, a fight scene!