Summary: Long ago, a war began between two demon clans. From this war came tears, blood, and a child. Now the remnants of one of those clans have joined forces with the most dangerous wizard alive, Lord Voldemort. Harry must fight his way through a maze of fear, hate but most importantly love. Can he be true to himself before it's too late? Or will he succumb to the mind-numbing darkness? Only one way to find out...

Disclaimer: If I owned HP would I be writing this crap? Brianna, James, Lucien and the Portillo-Martinez family are mine; ALL MINE! MWAHAHA!... Okay, I'm done now...

Warnings: This story contains yaoi. Meaning there's some hot M/M action in here somewhere. If you have a problem with this...I do NOT care! My suggestion to those who do is this: Go take your homophobic ass to the nearest bar, drink yourself silly, and then promptly jump into your crappy ass car and drive off a bridge. Do the world a big favor. You have been warned...

Criticisms are welcome flames are not!

And no, I did not pick out the name of this fic after I heard the title of the 6th book. It's in the sixth year, btw.

This means someone is speaking Spanish, thinking to themselves, or a word is being emphasized.

Chapter 10: Quest

"Ah, my boy. I didn't expect to see you so soon." Ollivander looked anything but surprised. In fact, he looked downright amused. "Come, come." He motioned inside. "I believe it's time for afternoon tea."

Lucien followed Ollivander and was slightly disconcerted when he realized the man was leading him to the back room. Lucien tightened his hand around the wand in his bag as he tried to slow his thumping heart. He was suddenly very protective of his wand, but he knew, somehow, that Ollivander didn't mean any harm. Lucien felt comfortable in the little shop.

The inside of the room wasn't that different than what Lucien remembered. Coffee table, two chairs, and a fireplace. The only differences were the tea setting placed pristinely on the table and the wall with the bookshelf was gone, replaced by a large window. Lucien could see all the people outside milling about before he realized what he was looking at. He was seeing the street in front of the shop. He was about to ask Ollivander but the wand maker shook his head. He started pouring a brown liquid into their cups. "Tea first, then questions."

Lucien nodded and sat down. He took a sip of his tea and tried not to wince. "Lemony."

Ollivander chuckled. "Not a lemon type of lad?"

"I wouldn't say that."

Ollivander smiled and placed his hand about an inch above Lucien's cup. He held it there for a few seconds before sitting back and gesturing towards the cup. Getting the hint, Lucien took another sip. He nearly spit it out. The tea now tasted like regular mint. "What are you, Mary Poppins?"

"I believe you have much more important questions to ask me," he dodged with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah," said Lucien softly. He had been so ready to ask the questions he needed, but now that he was about to get some answers, he was nervous. Summoning up his courage he asked the most obvious one he could think of, "Mr. Ollivander, you seemed to recognize me earlier." Pause. "Is it because I look like my dad?"

Ollivander sighed. "Please, my boy, call me Nathaniel or Nathan if you prefer. Your father called me Olli." To Lucien's resigned face he continued. "Yes, I knew your father. He saved my life on several occasions."

"So he was a good guy?"

"He was amazing," said Ollivander, taking a sip of his tea. "That man was the strongest being that I have ever met. He was a leader when the idea suited him. Your father didn't care about much in the world, but when he did, he devoted his entire existence to it. When last I saw him, you and your mother were the only things he thought about. Both of you were his entire world."

Lucien sat quietly for a moment. He played with the locket under his shirt.

Nathan noticed. "Ah! The locket." He held out his hand. "May I?"

Surprising himself, Lucien pulled his treasure over his head and handed it over. He felt naked with out it, almost unprotected, but something in him told him that this man was alright. Lucien knew that he trusted Nathan completely.

"Yes, your father gave this to your mother. Truth be told, the child never could keep his hands off it. When they let you hold it, you never stopped fiddling with it either."

"What was she like?" Lucien swallowed the knot in his throat.

Nathan handed back the locket. "I never got to know your mother very well," he admitted. "All the knowledge I gathered, was taken in the brief moment they took refuge in my store. You were left the journal I assume?"

"Yeah, I've only read a few days worth, though." He reached into his bag and pulled out the diary. "They were here? In the shop?"

"Yes, briefly. Your mother slept for most of their stay here. They had been on the run for quite some time."

"On the run? From who?"

"A very dangerous, demonic power, one that is still in existence today. At least what's left of it."

"What were their names?" Lucien silently wondered why he hadn't thought to ask that before. "The note my mom left me was only signed 'D.'"

"Drink your tea, lad." Lucien obeyed. Nathan made sure he had taken a big enough sip before continuing. "I cannot tell you. I swore a blood oath. You would not like to know what would happen if I attempted to break that magical promise."

Lucien nodded. He could understand that. He was going to make sure that blood oaths and demonic powers were on the curriculum this summer, though. Lucien held out the diary to him. "Is this demonic power you told me about in here? Did D write about it?"

"I don't see why not," Nathan replied pensively. He took the leather-bound book from Lucien's hands. He flipped through it for a few pages, until he stopped at the place he was looking for. Nathan handed it back with a blank expression.

Instead of seeing that clean writing of his mother's hand, he saw a drawing of a man. His father. Lucien stared at the picture drawn in charcoal. The man was sitting at a window with a book in his lap. He looked so sad. A name was written off to the side but it was a sloppier hand than his mothers. "Lucas." Lucien repeated the name, trying out the taste. He liked it. Lucien looked up at Nathan in supplication. He didn't trust himself to talk.

Nathan smiled. "That, as you see, is a picture of your father, Luke, he liked to be called. The drawing is a product of your mother's. Very talented as I recall. The child was around 16 when that was drawn. The entries after that are about your parent's romance and their mutual trials. Although the tough times came not long after that portrait was drawn, they loved each other deeply from the moment they met, apparently. Yes, their love was meant to be, Lucien. They prized each other above all else, but they both loved you more. They were willing to give everything to save your life."

"And they did, didn't they?" Lucien asked in a somber voice. A single tear raced down his face. "Maybe if they didn't have to protect me, they'd be alive, right? They're not here now because of me."

"No," whispered Nathan. He went to kneel on the floor in front of Lucien. He took the boy's hands. "You were the reason they lasted as long as they did. You gave your father humanity. You gave your mother a way to survive the coming nightmares. The ones at fault will be punished, Lucien, of that I can assure you."

A bell resounded the room. Lucien wiped the tear away. "You have a customer, right?"

"Yes, but they can wait."

"No," protested Lucien giving him a watery smile. "Go do your job. I could use few minutes alone, anyway."

Silently, Nathan gave Lucien's hands one last squeeze before he walked out of the room. Lucien was left alone in silence. For a few minutes, he allowed himself to digest all the information he had just been given. It was mind-boggling. Not only was his dad, Lucas, not normal but both of his parents were on the run. His mom, D, must have been frightened. And she had to have had him young. Only 16, Nathan had said.

He looked at the picture again. It was positively breathtaking. The hair was perfect, almost separate strands that fell in his eyes. The hands were elegant. Lucien could tell just from the drawing that there was a lot of power in those hands. But the face was what captivated him. Lucas looked exactly like him, exactly like the picture in Lucien's locket. They had the same long nose and face, same lean body, although Lucas was slightly more muscular, and the same wide mouth. The main difference between father and son were their eyes. Lucien remembered from the actual photo in his locket that his eyes and hair were more like his mother's. He briefly wished that he had a better picture of her.

Lucien turned the page. He wanted to read more of D's handwriting. He had a feeling it would comfort him.

Dear Diary,

See that picture I drew? That's a real guy. I was actually able to draw a person. And it turned out good! I drew it in Lemming's. I was sitting there trying to read my book when I looked up and saw one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen. I know I shouldn't be saying things like that about a guy but he really is gorgeous. He looked so sad! But he seemed, I dunno arrogant. I pulled out my sketch book and started drawing. It took me almost 40 minutes. I was surprised he was able to keep still that long. I would be fidgeting.

I can honestly say that I figured I was being sneaky because he hadn't said anything yet. Stupid me right? I was just finishing up the shading, staring at the paper when I heard this voice behind me, "Wow, little one, you're very good." I screamed! Out and out screamed. It was the guy! His voice gave me chills. And when he laughed I nearly died. "Would you like an autograph?" He sounded so arrogant! In all honesty I couldn't say anything. I sat there staring like a fish. He gave off a rumbling laugh. I sunk lower into that stupid wood chair.

And do you know what he did? He reached OVER me, took my charcoal out of my hand and signed his name on the drawing. Lucas. I like that. He was so close. When he was done he didn't move off of me. He turned and smiled that creepy smile and said "Hi, I'm Lucas Drahveen. Please call me Luke. And whom may I ask is the lovely artist?" I swear his face was 3 inches from mine. I didn't know what to do so I told him my name! Like that! Finally he gave me my personal space.

But he didn't go away. Oh no. He pulled up one of the chairs and sat it RIGHT NEXT TO ME. He kept complimenting me. I never thought my eyes were all that pretty.

I was excited to see that he had a cross on. I asked him what church he belonged to. I tried so hard not to squeal like a little girl when he told me he was "in the market." He even asked which one I thought he should look into. I know. I'm crazy. That is possibly the only explanation because I invited him to the ice-cream social! Insane right? He even offered to pick me up! And I agreed! I needed a ride anyway Da's out of town. and I don't feel like riding the bus. I gave him my addy and just like that he was gone. Swept out of the place. Said he had "previous engagements."

I get to see Luke next Friday.

Is something wrong with me? I know I shouldn't be feeling this way about a guy. Da tells me it's wrong. I'm only 16. Oh well nothing I can do about it now. I'm so tired.

g'night

D.

Wow, Lucien thought as he closed the book and put it on the coffee table. He was amazed. He had just read about his parent's first meeting. Luke was so cool! And D; she seemed nice. Lucien looked at his hands and sighed. He never could draw. He figured that's why he encouraged Annita so much. The girl had talent.

His tried not to focus on the guilt D seemed to be carrying around but his mind kept going back to what she had said. "I shouldn't be feeling this way." "I'm only sixteen." What kind of world did she live in where she couldn't even be attracted to someone of the opposite sex? What kind of dad would tell their kid that being a human is wrong? Lord knew that Lucien had jumped onto the boyfriend bandwagon young. He couldn't remember Mamasita and Papi trying ever to control him that way, and he was gay.

He looked up when the door opened and Nathan walked in. He seemed haggard. When the man wobbled Lucien stood up and helped him to his chair.

"Are you ok?" Lucien asked, shocked.

"Yes, yes," Nathan replied impatiently, waving Lucien into a sitting position again. "I'm not as young as I used to be. These students are starting to make me feel my age."

Lucien ignored the waving hand and poured some more tea for his friend. "You don't look that old, Nathan."

Nathan's head was against the back of the chair, his eyes closed. He chuckled under his breath. "Try several hundred years, lad."

Lucien nearly dropped the teacup but was able to hand it back without incident. He let his mind run over this information for a few seconds and found that he wasn't surprised. He supposed he needed to get used to weird things like that. He was a wizard now, after all. Lucien looked back up. Nathan was giving him that strange smile again.

"You seem to be taking all these changes in your life in stride."

Lucien hid a scowl. Damned if that man can't read minds. "Kinda have to, don't I? I can't do much about it. If I whine it'll only make things worse. If I try to deny it, it'd be an insult to everyone who's helped me so far. You, Hermosa, Hagrid- and what's so funny?"

Nathan had started laughing quietly. He turned to Lucien and said, "Your mother said the exact same thing, all those years ago. So brave a soul in such a tiny body."

"I thought you said you didn't know her very well."

"I didn't. At the time I wasn't truly trusting of Luke. He had saved my life but that didn't mean I had to give him a look at my back. I decided to listen to their conversation. Luke was worried about D and he had asked the exact same question I just did you. Your answer took me back. You are so much like your mother, Lucien."

"So, I'm not like Dad?"

"In times of duress I would like to see how you fare, but from what I've seen, no. You are considerably more your mother's son."

Lucien stared at the diary for a few second, letting silence set in again. He liked that for some reason. Being similar to the woman who wrote that book gave him a sense of strange belonging. He couldn't wait to get back to an inn to read more.

"I believe it is time for you to take your leave."

"What," he practically shouted, standing up. "But I want to know more about my parents. I have Mom's diary, yeah, but what about Dad? I could learn so much more, Nathan. For all that you've told me, I know next to nothing about him!"

"Lucien," said Nathan with kind eyes, "All that has been allowed for me to tell has already been said. The information you need to know is in D's journal. Let that be your compass."

Lucien hung his head.

"But if you wish to hurry things along somewhat." Nathan paused while Lucien's head shot back up. "You might be able to find the light on your first step to the path in the woods. Go in a Westerly direction until you come to an old run down house. It looks a great deal like a manor. Go inside the right entrance. That is very important. The right entrance. There you will find an interesting answer. And remember to keep to the path, Lucien."

"So," said Lucien trying to understand. "I go West, stay on the road, get to this manor and suddenly I find out what I want to know?"

"Nothing is ever that simple, my dear boy, you should know that by now."

"No," Lucien said in a wavering defeated tone. "Of course not. Because easy would be boring." He perked up as he did the math in his head. "Hey, I have to meet Hermione at around 2. Will I have enough time to do this thing?"

"Yes, I believe an hour and a half will be quite sufficient. Now, off you go, lad." Nathan tried to stand up but Lucien placed a hand on his shoulder to keep him still.

"It's alright, Nathan. I remember where the door is. You just relax and finish your tea."

"Patronizing whelp," Nathan's tone was friendly.

Lucien presented him with a simple smile, grabbing D's diary as he did and gently placed it in his bag. He gave little wave of farewell as he walked out of the shop and headed West.

He felt surreal almost. So far things had been going by in a daze for him. It wasn't until now that he had a chance to slow down and actually process the last three days. Damn, has it really only been that long? Lucien thought, kicking an old hat out of his way. The day before yesterday he was picking out presents for the twins and making lunch with Abuela. Now he was on some weird Forgotten Realm type fantasy quest to find out about his birth parents while trying to learn magic to boot.

Yeah, definitely feeling surreal.

It wasn't long before Lucien had left the town and had come to a forest. There was moss covering everything, he couldn't find a way through. He assumed the large pointy things way high up were trees. The moss covered trees could be seen in either direction. There didn't seem to be any end. For a moment Lucien thought he had gone in the wrong direction, but then he remembered what Nathan had said.

"You might be able to find the light on your first stepping stone to the path in the woods."

Subtle, Nate. Reeeeally subtle.

After what felt like thirty minutes of searching, Lucien was about ready to give up. He couldn't find a freaking path much less a damned stepping stone. He pouted and crossed his arms petulantly. He sat on the ground with a "thump." Lucien picked up a stone and was about to throw it at the trees when he felt something sticking in his thigh. Lucien, took his wand out of his long pocket and stared at it for a moment. He would have hit himself if he weren't so focused on how to get into the creepy-ass forest.

Feeling nervous and a little bit stupid Lucien pointed his wand at the offensive wall and said, "Um, open sesame?" Nothing happened.

Okie-Dokie. "Abracadabra?" Nope.

"Can you let me in, please?" It was a stupid idea anyway.

It took only about nine more tries until Lucien wanted to burn down the whole damn thing. He sat again and tried to brainstorm. He looked at the stick in his hand, wondering if he should break the useless thing in two. He was tempted to do just that when another thought dawned on him. Again he was reminded of Nathan's words. Find the light.

Standing again, Lucien raised the Stone up into the treetops. "I would like some light... por favor."

Nothing happened for all of a minute with Lucien just standing there, feeling more and more idiotic as the seconds ticked by. Suddenly there was a tinkling sound like bells coming from the forest. It got louder until Lucien felt like he was surrounded by millions of tiny wind chimes. Then everything became blindingly bright. Lucien eventually had to shield his eyes from the light. He made sure to use the hand not currently occupied by the wand.

Once things were quiet again, Lucien braved a glance between two fingers. He nearly fell backwards as he saw the scariest door he had ever seen. More like a gate actually. It was huge. And black. What Lucien had thought was a forest was a giant stone wall. The things that he had taken for pointy branches were gargoyles with open wings. Feeling like a dear walking into a hunting ground, Lucien slowly walked forward. He stopped right before he got to the door. Now that he was this close he could see there were weird symbols outlining the frame. He vaguely remembered Eduardo teaching him something similar. His little brother had called them "runes." Lucien was close enough to the door to also see that it wasn't made of regular stone at all. For that matter neither was the entire wall. The material looked like black marble. He knew because Annita had gone through a rock sculpting phase not too long ago.

"Ai, Dios mios," Lucien muttered under his breath. "Someone has muy denero."

Going on a hunch, he pressed his hands to the gate door. Slowly, ever so slowly, it creaked open.

It took Lucien's brain a few seconds to process what his eyes were seeing. A slew of plant life could be seen for what looked like miles. Trees with all sorts of flowers in bloom were straight to Lucien's left. To his right was a cornucopia of weird bushes and ferns. He looked down and saw that the path itself had golden flower petals and some kind of purple ivy to cushion his feet.

"Follow the yellow brick road," Lucien mumbled to himself in a high, squeaky voice before mumbling, "Guess there was a forest here after all."

Starting down the flowery walk, Lucien briefly thought of where exactly he should be going. He scanned his surroundings again and stopped. He had to stand on tip-toes to see, but there, not too far away, was a tower. The rest of it was obscured by the trees. He was about to take a step off the road and through the trees when something stopped him. Something Nathan had said. "And remember to keep to the path."

Jeez, Lucien thought. Give that man a medal for the longest running cryptic advice ever!

He sighed, shoving his hands in his pocket. He figured that he would find out how this ends somehow. Sooner or later he would get to where he needed to be. Lucien checked his watch. He didn't have to meet Hermione for another hour and a half anyway. He continued his trudge across the soft petals. He didn't want to find out what happened if he didn't follow Nathan's advice.

"Mierda."

After what seemed like forever he finally saw his destination. At least he saw more of it than he had before. He could make out several towers now and if he really squinted he could catch the twinkle of light in one of the lower rooms of one of the towers. He couldn't be sure, though; it was still so far away. And Nathan expects me to get there by two? Yeah. Right. He was very disconcerted to find out that he needed to meet Hermione very soon.

That's when he looked straight in front of him. There was a fork in the road. The castle, for that is what it looked like now, was straight ahead. All he could do for a few seconds was glare until he finally snapped. He pointed an accusatory finger at it yelling, "Ok, this is not cool now!"

Lucien calmed himself with a few deep breaths. He could do this. It's just a stupid road. I can deal with a frickin road.

Lucien figured he should just suck it up and pick a way. Still feeling a little upset and a little embarrassed -He had yelled at a road after all.- he started walking right.

He nearly fell over when he head a little voice say, "No. No! Not that way. Not that way!" The first sentence was a normal voice range but the second time it sounded like a shout. The voice was so quiet he almost missed it.

Lucien whirled around to try to find the source. He couldn't see anything. Shrugging, deciding to go with the flow, he started walking left only to be stopped by a deep, crackling voice, "Do not trod that road!"

Lucien threw his hands in the air in frustration. He had a desperate need to know what was going on. He kept his ears out for the voice again as he walked right, and sure enough he heard a tiny voice say, "No. No!" It seemed to be coming from all around him. Finally he looked down. And continued to look. Then he started to stare. What he thought were petals were actually tiny flowers. Flowers with the faces of babies. Flowers that were talking to him.

"Hi," he said. What else do you say to talking flowers? "Which way to the hash smoking bug? He owes me a toke?" Lucien thought absently to himself.

"Hello. Hello!" they cried back to him. The only flowers that he could see the faces on were the ones right in front of him. Their mouths were moving at the same time but he could only hear one voice. "We helped you. We helped you!"

Lucien scratched his head and tried to think of a reasonable way around this situation. Finding none, he gave in. He squatted down so he could be closer to the strange plants. "Well, thanks for that. What did you save me from, by the way?"

"That way is ugly. That way is ugly!" They started shuddering and shouting, "Bad. Bad!" They said it over and over again like a chant. Then slowly, like a wave, the flowers around him started vibrating only to recede back into stillness.

"Alright. Alright, I won't go right." Lucien said, trying to placate them. "But why didn't you want me to go the other way? I have somewhere I really need to be, guys."

"Not us. Not us!" they yelled angrily.

For a moment Lucien sat confused until he saw they were looking above his head. He stood and looked up. All he saw were the overhanging branches of the tree that was sitting at the base of the fork. Lucien looked the tree up and down to find a boulder at the bottom of it. A few seconds later he did a double take to look at the center of the tree's trunk.

The first thing that ran through Lucien's mind was that it was strange to see a tree like this growing in a spring time forest. One time he had asked Angel to plant a tree like this in the yard. Lucien had always thought it was pretty. He always thought this kind of tree felt "safe." Angel had told him that it only grew in snow. The second thing that ran through his mind was that the tree was glaring at him. There were three knots in the trunk. They formed a mouth and two eyes that were looking at him steadily.

"Uh... Howdy." he said while thinking, Omigod. It's a fucking Ent.

"Hello, Child," replied the tree in a kind voice. The way he/it had said "child" made Lucien think that the word should be capitalized, like it was a title.

Lucien shrugged it off and said as respectfully as he could, "I'm sorry, but why can't I go that way?" He paused and added, "Sir."

The tree's branches waved back and forth and the ground around Lucien quaked. If he hadn't moved into a crouched stance that Pedro had taught him, Lucien would have fallen.

In a big booming voice the tree answered, "The path in which the Golden Kan wish you to travel holds death."

"Death…The golden – huh?!"

"The Golden Kan, Child. Those are the flowers you are so fond of speaking to." The tree looked down in disdain at the tiny flowers, before turning back to Lucien with kind eyes, "I am Nosys."

"Greetings, Nosys," Lucien replied humbly as he bowed once. Without realizing it he started to speak in a voice he reserved for his parent's more important business partner's. He knew he could sound older if he wanted to. "I'm sorry if I seem impudent, but like I said before, it is very important that I get to where I need to be. I cannot go either way on the cross road, I know I can't go back, so may I have your wisdom on the best course of action?" Lucien felt that it seemed the best choice of words for the situation.

Again a wind seemed to blow across them. Nosys's branches trembled lightly. The Kan fluttered again. This seemed quieter than last time, like they were laughing. Lucien's theory was confirmed by The Kan giggling. Great, Lucien thought. I'm getting mocked by foliage.

"Neither The Kan nor I said you could not choose," said Nosys in what appeared to be a smile.

"But you told me not to go that way." Lucien pointed left.

"Yes, Child, but I did not say you could not travel the other path."

Lucien nodded and looked down at The Golden Kan, realization dawning. "And you guys want me to travel the other path that way?" He pointed right as they smiled up at him. He blew air through his lips in frustration. If I'm late, Hermosa will probably flay me. She didn't seem like the kind of person who liked to be kept waiting. I bet she could get me through this.

Lucien was starting to feel sore. He had been walking for a while. Looking around the area for something to sit on, he decided the boulder at the base of the tree's roots seemed to be the safest choice. Sighing deep, Lucien tried to sit as carefully as possible.

"What the deuces!? Get off of me!"

Lucien immediately jumped to his feet. He stared wide-eyed at the seemingly innocent boulder that was glaring up at him. That is Salvador Dali surreal.

"What is the matter with you, human-child?" asked the rock in the same rough gravely voice before. He sounded more amused than miffed, although, Lucien had a feeling that gruff tone never fully left the rock's voice. "Haven't you ever seen a Najuve before?

"Um, let me think- NO!" As polite as Lucien had been taught to be, this was almost too much.

"No need for alarm, Child," said Nosys in a calm voice that rumbled through Lucien's chest. "This is my friend and long time debating companion, Geyoffrey."

"And he's called a Najuve?" He momentarily forgot that it was rude to speak about someone as if he wasn't there.

"Bwahahahaha!" The rock was laughing at him.

It took all of Lucien's will power not to scowl. He did however put his hands on his hips. Carlos, when he chose to speak at all, called the stance his Superman pose. "I amuse you?"

"Yes, boy! BWAHAHAHAHA!"

Despite Lucien's personal promise of decorum, he was about to move in to kick the annoying thing. Luckily, he was stalled by Nosys's voice. "Pay no mind to Geoff, Child. He harbors a cruel sense of humor." Nosys glared down at Geoff before continuing. "He, unlike the Golden Kan and myself, is not a magical being in and of himself. My friend here was turned into a rock by an evil being. Before that, he was a normal human."

Lucien smirked. "What'dya do? Turn down an evil sorceress or something?"

"Priestess. Priestess!" the Kan cried with a giggle.

Lucien cackled viciously. "Nice one, George. Real ladies man."

"I'll have you know she tried to seduce me! And my name is Geoffrey!"

"All of which is beside the point," Nosys interrupted yet again. "The Time has come for you to Choose, Child."

Lucien froze. Why does that sound way too ominous for my comfort level?

A/N This will PROBABLY be my last post for a while. I say probably because, again, things don't always work out how I plan. I'll be in California for a while, and I haven't prewritten anything yet. I know what's going to happen next, I just don't know how to put it in story form. Sorry.

As always, please review. If I don't get reviews, I don't think people are interested and that scares my plot bunnies away. Hope you enjoyed this installment. Ta