A/N- Wassup everybody?

Paramore's awesome, that's what's up.

Well…. Enjoy this part! It's a bit short but OH WELL. BUILD A BRIDGE AND GET OVER IT.

Sorry about that. Random things make me angry.

Waffles.

AAAARRRGGGGHHHHHH!

I do not own Skulduggery Pleasant. Derek Landy does. Who is extremely kick-ass.

I shot up into a sitting position on the sofa, sweating buckets and breathing heavily.

'It was just a dream. Only a dream' kept going through my head like a mantra.

I looked at Skulduggery but thankfully he was deep in meditation.

Fletcher was another matter.

Before I woke up, he was on a different sofa, dozing. When he heard the springs of the sofa I was sleeping on creak loudly and my heavy breathing, he immediately teleported to my side.

"What's wrong?" he asked, spreading his arms wide in an effort to protect me and his eyes searching around us for any sign of danger.

"Nothing, Fletcher. It was just a bad dream," I sighed, pushing away his arms.

"But I heard you scream," he said with a puzzled expression.

Oh. I screamed?

"Just a bad dream, Fletcher."

"I heard you mumbling in your sleep as well," came Skulduggery's voice from the corner.

Guess he wasn't meditating.

"What was I saying?" I asked.

"Stuff like 'Darquesse' and 'necromancers' and 'The Death Bringer'. You also added a few 'Fletcher's' in there as well.

My eyes went wide and my face went red.

"W-what?" Fletcher asked, his face also a slight shade of pink.

"I'm joking," Skulduggery said.

"Ugh! Skulduggery!" I yelled, hitting his arm.

Skulduggery just shrugged.

"Anyway, how do all these fit together?" Skulduggery asked.

I relayed them my dream.

Skulduggery's face was straight, as always, but Fletcher's face was bone-white.

"Why didn't I see this before? It makes perfect sense," Skulduggery muttered to himself.

"What does this mean?" I asked him.

"I don't know," Skulduggery said, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Well I know one thing," Fletcher said.

We both turned to him with surprised expressions.

He faced Skulduggery.

"You're going to have to talk to China Sorrows."

"No," Skulduggery said calmly. Too calmly.

"Why not?" Fletcher asked, "If China was forefront in Valkyrie's dream, she has to be important."

"Because we don't know if that was a vision yet, all we know is that Valkyrie's subconscious is very smart," Skulduggery said in that same terrifyingly calm voice.

"But what if it was?" Fletcher asked, his voice rising, "what if it was a vision? We need China on our side, even if you do hold a grudge over her!"

Skulduggery snapped.

"She killed my wife and kid!" he roared, "I will never forgive her!"

"What if it was for the sake of the entire world?" Fletcher yelled back.

Skulduggery lunged but Fletcher disappeared just in time.

"I'm going to kill him," I heard Skulduggery mutter under his breath.

"Skulduggery!" I yelled.

He looked over at me, his skull blank.

"I think Fletcher's right," I whispered.

Skulduggery began to fly. He propelled himself up and headed for the doorway.

I took hold of his foot.

He looked down at me.

"Skulduggery," I began slowly, "I know it's hard to forget those you love, but this is one of those times where you have to. Forgive and forget. China was bad then, but now she's good. Just like you."

He tilted his head, looking at me quizzically.

"How so?" he asked.

"You were Lord Vile, but now you're good. Just like I'm trying to be good but I now that somehow, someday, I'll turn into Darquesse and kill lots of people."

Skulduggery floated down and I let go of his foot. Once he was on the ground, he grabbed my shoulders.

"Valkyrie. I am still a very, very bad person," he said slowly.

"I do not believe that," I said fiercely.

Skulduggery sighed and let go of my shoulders just as Fletcher flashed back into the room.

"Is it safe now?" he asked when Skulduggery didn't leap at him.

"Yes, Fletcher. I won't kill you," Skulduggery sighed. Fletcher instantly relaxed.

"So what's happening?" Fletcher asked, sitting down.

"We're paying a visit to China Sorrows."