A/N: Sup peeps!

I AM SO SORRY FOR POSTING SO LATE

It's just I had BAD writers block.

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I do not own Skulduggery Pleasant. Derek Landy does (and he has REALLY funny dedications. Anyone notice that?)

I looked behind me as we strode away from our former imprisonment. Looking behind me I saw a small cottage with vines crawling up its side and a butter-yellow door.

The perfect hideout.

Nobody would suspect this to have a prison underneath it. Or it to house two murderers.

I turned back around as we approached the jet black car. We climbed in and Skulduggery immediately shot off. That's weird. No 'seatbelt'.

"Seatbelt," Skulduggery said, as if reading my thoughts.

I clicked my seatbelt in.

"So, what are we going to tell the Sanctuary?" Fletcher asked.

"Everything," I replied.

"Even the part about you being Darquesse?" Fletcher asked, eyebrow raised.

"Everything but that," I corrected.

Skulduggery turned in his seat and looked at Fletcher. If he had a face, it would probably have looked shocked, although, you never knew with Skulduggery. Another thing was that the car never swerved once.

His skull turned towards me. "How does he know?" Skulduggery asked.

I turned around in my seat and glared at Nye.

"Him," I growled.

"Oh," Skulduggery said, turning back towards the road. Without looking at him, Skulduggery said to Nye, "you and I are going to have words when all this is finished."

I didn't think it was possible, but Nye seemed to cower in his seat even more when Skulduggery said that.

The rest of the ride was silent.

We speedily rode past green countryside and eventually went into town. Skulduggery stopped by the British Sanctuary's entrance.

"No," I said as Skulduggery started climbing out of the car.

He looked at me in confusion.

"This is the Irish Sanctuary's problem. We need to go there," I explained.

Skulduggery contemplated this for a moment.

"What about Tanith and Sanguine?" he asked, "they need to be taken care of."

"They're probably gone by now. Far, far away. We would probably just be wasting their time," I lied.

Tanith had knock Sanguine to the head pretty hard. He probably wouldn't be waking up for a couple of hours. But I felt like I had to do something for Tanith. Now we're even.

Skulduggery didn't ask questions. He just nodded his head and drove away.

"Fletcher," Skulduggery said, "I'm going to park this car in a safe place and you're going to have to teleport us there."

"I really don't feel up to it. I mean I just got kidnapped and-"

Skulduggery interrupted him. "That wasn't an option."

The way he said it made Fletcher silent.

Soon we made it to a parking lot outside a busy shopping centre. Skulduggery drove the car through the labyrinth-like parking lot and then parked the car. He tapped his collarbones and wax-like skin flowed upwards, encasing his skull. We got out and, making sure nobody was looking, Skulduggery quickly placed the keys to the car into the exhaust pipe.

We headed out of the parking lot and into the busy street.

Soon we found a dark alleyway and headed halfway down it.

Holding hands, I soon felt the dizzying sensation that came with teleporting.

We arrived inside the sanctuary, facing the chairs of the Council of Elders.

Four cleavers sprang at us.

"Damn. Again!" Fletcher muttered.

"Cleavers, they are welcome," Erskine said from his place on the middle chair, his voice booming in the cavernous space of the room.

The cleavers immediately fell back.

Erskine regarded us. His expression became slightly confused when he saw Nye.

The same was with Madame Mist and Ghastly who sat to Erskine's left and right.

"Skulduggery, Valkyrie, Fletcher," Erskine began, "I trust everything went well with your case."

"Well not exactly…" Skulduggery said.

Erskine raised an eyebrow.

Skulduggery turned to me.

"Ask her all your questions. I have some questions for myself as well."

Now everyone in the room faced me. Except for the cleavers, of course. They still stared blankly ahead but I could almost feel their eyes upon me, hidden by their visors.

I began my story, telling everyone everything. Except for the Darquesse part. Nye didn't say anything because he knew Skulduggery would rip him to shreds if he did.

I finished my story, out of breath. Erskine straightened up from his former position- he was leaning towards me, absorbing the information I gave him. The same was with Ghastly. Madame Mist, however, stayed in her position through the whole story, her posture impeccable.

Erskine seemed to look in to space for a few minutes as he regarded the information I had fed him. When he came back from his trance, he turned away from me and stared intently at Nye.

"Valkyrie, why did you spare this miserable creature's life?" Erskine asked me without looking away from Nye. His voice was incredibly calm.

"Well I figured that we still needed a doctor for the Sanctuary. Nye should still work here, but we should station three cleavers with him at all times."

Erskine digested this.

"Yes, but what if he decides to 'accidentally lose' one of his patients?"

Madame Mist answered that one.

"If he loses a life while working on someone, we order the cleavers to kill him," she said emotionlessly.

Nye started to object but Ghastly's voice echoed throughout the room.

"Enough!" he boomed, "the council of elder's have spoken, you may leave."

He pointed to three cleavers.

"You, you and you. Escort Doctor Nye here to the Hibernian Cinema."

The cleavers immediately sprang to action, forming a triangle around Nye and immediately marching off.

"Do you have anything else to discuss?" Ghastly asked.

"No thank you," Skulduggery said politely.

"Then you may go," Ghastly said.

Fletcher took hold of mine and Skulduggery's shoulders and we arrived in Skulduggery's living room.