I'M SORRY! I'm just so so so sorry about how long it took to get this chapter up. Uni's back, super busy, but I'll have the next chapter up a looot faster than this, I swear!

But look how looooong this chapter is! Longest I've ever done, I reckon, and that's with me cutting out heaps of stuff 'cos I was just getting so sick of it and wanted to get a chapter out.

Thank you, once again, for all your amazing comments and help. I can't say enough how much it means to me :)

I'll shut up now (so sorry, once again). Hope this chapter lives up to the wait!

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Chapter Three:

Maggie has never seen Dr. Hamilton look so tired- triumphant perhaps, in the way she smiles slightly as they approach, but tired all the same.

That means there were complications right? If she looks so exhausted?

But of course there were complications. Because Kara's a freaking alien and, powers or not, that has to make things medically more difficult.

"How is she?" Maggie demands, coming to an abrupt stop in front of the DEO Head Doctor.

"Tired, in pain, confused," the woman responds, "but alive. The surgery- while more invasive than we would've liked- was ultimately successful."

"More invasive?" J'onn questions.

Hamilton nods, her face grim. "There were several shards of Kryptonite in that makeshift bomb. They'd imbedded themselves quite deeply in her chest." From her pocket she pulls out a small container; J'onn takes it carefully, holding it up to analyze the small shards of what look so deceptively like a dark crystal. It's only as it catches the light that Maggie sees the glint of green; the sign of its more alien nature.

It'd been a bomb specifically designed for Supergirl as its target.

Oh Alex…

"But…" Winn pipes up from a few steps away, his face pale, "she's fine now, right?"

Dr. Hamilton hesitates, and Maggie's heart plummets. "She'll be fine in time. We acted as fast as we could, but the prolonged exposure to the Kryptonite in her system has resulted in her Solar Flaring."

"She doesn't have her powers?"

Hamilton shakes her head. "No, and unfortunately, as well as significantly slowing down her healing time, it means she's susceptible to all potential infections and effects of her injuries- perhaps even more so, considering that she has no immunity to even the simplest bacteria. But we have her under the sunlamps now and we're monitoring her closely. The fact that she's even conscious means that she's fighting. Barring any unforeseen consequences, I'm hopeful she'll regain her powers and make a full recovery."

A grim silence settles then, as the full weight of the doctor's words hits them all. From Maggie's perspective, it's just simply too hard to imagine Kara as anything less than the bubbly superhero she usually is. Alex had told her the limits of the Kryptonian's powers, one night after a particularly close call, but there'd been very few times Maggie had ever actually seen the terrible effects.

"Can we see her?" J'onn asks.

Hamilton frowns slightly. "Only two at a time, not for very long, and I cannot stress this enough: it's imperative that she stay calm, understand?" she turns to J'onn, her face hesitant. "She's been asking for Alex…"

"Not possible at this time," he says immediately. The doctor bites her lip, but offers little other protest.

J'onn steps forward, taking a moment to beckon Maggie forward, and together they follow Hamilton into Kara's room.

Ever since Maggie had learnt about Kara's powers, she'd had a constant struggle to balance the image of Alex's dorky little sister against the hero that was plastered across headlines and the front pages of newspapers and magazines.

Kara hid it well, but a pair of glasses and forced clumsiness couldn't quite hide the sense of otherworldly power in her blue eyes, or the strength that sometimes crept into the girl's posture when she wasn't concentrating. Some things, Maggie guessed, were too ingrained in a person's character to be fully denied.

But at this moment, she'd never seen Kara look quite so far from Supergirl.

Someone had changed her out of her uniform into one of the pale blue med robes, and it makes Kara's skin appear even more washed out than blood loss could've possibly caused. Her normally golden curls lie limp against the pillow, framing her face in a dull copper halo. But what struck Maggie the most is just how completely still the girl is. Gone is the undeniable power that seemed to thrum through her very veins. Gone was the bravado that made her such a formidable fighter.

Now, she appeared simply like just a young girl; hurt, alone and scared.

Maggie thinks Kara's given into unconsciousness once again when they enter, but the girl's eyes flutter open, blinking with glazed eyes against the gentle light from the sun lamps. And, despite the obvious pain she's experiencing herself, the first thing she does is gasp at the colorful array of bruises decorating J'onn's face.

"J'onn, are you alright?"

Maggie doesn't blame her; bruises and swelling are almost painful to look at, but it's still so unbelievable to see Kara express concern over an injury so meaningless in the face of her own.

"It's nothing you have to worry about," he says, stepping closer to her bedside.

Kara turns to her instead, wincing against some internal strain. "Maggie?"

"Hey- yeah, I'm here," she responds, stepping forward quickly.

"Where's Alex?"

Maggie looks up at J'onn, completely unsure as to how to respond. Distantly, she's aware of Dr. Hamilton shifting slightly in the corner she'd respectfully held back in.

"We've got her," Maggie eventually says, "she's here, and we're helping her as best as we can."

"It wasn't her- please," Kara's eyes shift to J'onn, "you have to believe that."

Her words are laced with a frantic exhaustion, and it's not hard to see how ragged her breathing has gotten even in the short time they've been there and Maggie's all too aware of Hamilton's orders to keep Kara calm. With that in mind she takes Kara's hand in her own, the difference in their temperatures yet another example of how things are so horribly, horribly wrong, and whispers to her softly.

"No one here's blaming Alex," she puts the memory of Winn's accusing comments to the back of her mind, "we just want to help her- and you."

Maggie's well aware that her words are practically identical to those which J'onn had used to reassure her earlier but, if she's being honest, she'd be willing to tell Kara anything if it'd offer her one degree of comfort.

The girl swallows slightly, and even this small motion looks like it requires an inordinate amount of effort. Her hand, the one that's not gripped in Maggie's own drifts down to her chest, where beneath the blankets the Detective can just make out the bulge that can only be masses of bandages.

"I tried to help her."

Maggie squeezes Kara's hand tighter. "We both did."

"It was my fault."

"No," she states firmly, "you're not to blame for this."

"You don't understand…" Kara says breathlessly, her eyes pained and glassy, "I did this. It… it all happened because of me."

(Despite what Alex had said about the potential significance of K'Nex's claims, there's actually very few people in attendance when they first walk in.

There's a podium at the front, and a few reporters milling around a table sporting a coffee jug, what appears to be orange juice, and several precarious stacks of paper cups, but there's actually very few people Kara can recognize. It's such a far cry from the last press release she'd been to, with the release of Jack Spheer's Nano-technology and the auditorium packed with people, that Kara blinks, standing uncertainly by the door while Alex lets out a dry, "well, this is inspiring."

She gives her sister a gentle shove, before making her way towards an empty couple of seats, beckoning Alex to follow when it looks like she's hesitating.

"You know any of these people?" Alex asks as she takes the seat to Kara's right, nodding her head towards the others in attendance.

Kara furrows her brow as she scans the people around them, her sensitive ears also searching for a familiar cadence or speech pattern. But, just like she'd suspected when they'd first entered, they're surrounded only by strangers. She shakes her head. "But I'm not who Catco usually sends to these sorts of things."

"Why are you the one here?"

"Oh, I just owed someone a favour. He covered for me for that whole Oklides debacle last week."

Alex snorts, no doubt remembering the mess the DEO was still cleaning up from their latest alien convict. The last Kara had seen, Winn was still trying to figure out how to clean the toxic orange ooze from James' suit.

"Well," her sister comments, her tone more reminiscent of someone struggling to contain their usual sarcasm, "I reckon you totally got the better deal here, Kar, I mean look," she nods towards the rapidly emptying food table, "that guy there just took four cookies. Imagine how many you'd be able to sneak."

Kara hums, looking appraisingly towards the food remaining, then back towards the bags now resting at their feet. Alex's could probably fit a fair few in there…

"Oh, no no, no way. It was just a suggestion, Kara Danvers, and you're not using my favourite bag as a smuggling means. This is exactly what mum means when she calls me a bad influence-"

"I'm sorry to interrupt," comes a sudden voice, abruptly ending their conversation. Kara blinks, smiling reflexively up at the stranger, then blinks again when she registers his appearance. It's not that he cuts an especially strange figure; his dark hair curls softly to just above his shoulders, high cheekbones casting soft shadows and a strong jaw covered in a shade of stubble. But it's his eyes, a green so pale they appear almost grey, that are startling. The man smiles gently. "But I couldn't help but overhear; are you Kara Danvers? From Catco magazine?"

Kara grins, polite yet questioning. "I am?"

The man nods, bringing a hand out of his coat pocket to offer her. She shakes it, ever more gently when she hears the rapid beat of his heart, can feel the increased pressure as it thrums beneath his skin. He's nervous, but not about meeting her, thank goodness. She catches the sharp movements of his piercing eyes, the minute glances he's throwing to their surroundings. He's uncomfortable here, she realizes, her curiosity piquing. What kind of reporter wouldn't be at ease in a place like this?

"Oh, uh, this is my sister, Alex."

Alex smiles politely, and shakes the man's hand, but her eyes are filled with the usual wariness that life as her sister and a DEO agent has enhanced.

"Are you a reporter as well?" the man asks, shoving his hands back into the pockets of the dark coat he's folded into.

Alex shakes her head. "I work for the government, but in college I studied bio-engineering. I'm just here to help Kara."

"Oh? And what do you think of what K'nex is trying to claim?"

Kara glances at her sister as Alex tilts her head, considering the man and the potential motives. "I think they're trying to achieve what are lot of people are trying. If they've managed it," she shrugs, "then that's great. But there's been very little progress on this front even in the world's leading pharmaceuticals so until they provide solid evidence, I don't buy it."

To his credit, the man absorbs this with little more reaction than a raised eyebrow and a contemplative nod. "It's a common perspective," he responds, "but a rather negative one, in my opinion."

"Well, let's just say it's easier being surprised rather than disappointed."

The man laughs at this, to Kara's great relief, and it's a strange mixture of humor and agreement- there's a slight hitch at the end, as if he's biting off his voice, as if his brain suddenly realizes the truth in the words.

Once again, it's an interesting frame of mind, and there's a part of Kara that almost wants to focus on him instead, on finding out his story. Because if there was anything that Snapper Carr had managed to solidify in her mind, it was that everyone had one.

"Sometimes you've just gotta sift through the societal clichés," he would've growled at her.

"You could sit with us, if you wanted?" she says in a rush, pushing the rim of her glasses further up.

She can feel Alex's stare, but keeps her gaze on the man's wide eyes, as if an offer to join someone isn't one he's been on the receiving end all too often. "Oh, wow, thank you, but uh," he jerks his thumb over his shoulder, towards the podium, and gives a small grin, "I've actually got to go up there. Thank you though, I'll look out for you guys later."

And with that, he retreats before they can get another word in. Kara stares, mouth slightly open as, taking a small stack of papers from his bag, the man starts setting out his things on the podium.

In the slight noise as the people around them start taking their seats and starting various recording devices, Kara turns to her sister. "Is he-?"

Alex's face is slightly apologetic. "Looks like it."

"So did we just-?"

"Yep."

Kara slumps in her seat. She can already hear the berating Cat will give her if she doesn't come back with any facts because she was too busy making things awkward between her and the apparent head speaker. But it's fine, she tells herself as she presses start on the recording on her phone, because it hadn't been too bad- maybe it could've been better, but she hasn't burnt any bridges yet.

Alex reaches across and grips gives her hand a squeeze. "Sorry."

"No," Kara replies immediately, "he asked for your opinion; you said what you believed. I won't ever blame you for that, Lex."

Her sister looks like she wants to say something more, but then the man gives the room a small smile, and starts talking.

"Hello, and thank you for coming today. My name is Carter Montgomery and, along with my father," he nods his head towards a man at the front. Kara crans her neck, but just barely catches a glimpse of a tall man, strongly built, with greying dark hair, before Carter continues speaking, "we are the current directors of K'nex Ltd."

The door behind them swings open, and a couple of heads turn in its direction as a late straggler sneaks in. Carter Montgomery patiently waits for the door to finish groaning shut and for the slightly blushing reporter, her eyes fixed to the floor, to find a seat.

"I assume you all would've read the invitational address that was sent out, and judging by the number of empty seats here, you've come to the conclusion that our latest attempts to tackle the drug immunity crisis have been unsuccessful."

He's not trying to deny or whining about how unpopular his company is. He's facing it, headfirst and steadfast and unwavering. It's… brave.

"And we'd like to report that our efforts in this area have remained, for the large part, just as you've predicted; unsuccessful."

A ripple of laughter echoes through the room, and Kara frowns. Carter doesn't really react though, but he can't hear what Kara can; the exasperated sighs, the people already packing up and the ones muttering about the wasted time and effort it took to get here. They're all dismissing him, and Carter's just standing there, accepting it.

She shoves her hand in the air, and listens as surprise spreads through the room.

"Yes, Miss Danvers?" Carter says, those strange eyes wide and surprised.

She holds the room's entire attention now, and can feel how this has made Alex tense up at her side. "Ah, yes, I'd-" she stands, "I'd just like to ask, how do you personally feel about your progress?"

Carter's brows furrow. "How do I feel?"

Kara nods. "Yes, I think that all too often, progress is judged relative to what other's think should have been achieved in that time. I'm asking for your personal opinion."

There's silence for a few moments, and when he speaks, Carter's words are measured. "I think… progress on this front in any situation will be difficult. We've made some discoveries, as have several other companies, and I'm hopeful that that will continue."

"So maybe if you had more support- not just necessarily monetary- you might have more success on this front?"

There's another long moment of quiet. "Yes… I believe that would be true."

She smiles in success, nods once, and sits back down. The room remains silent, until Carter smiles back at her and looks to the rest of the chairs.

"Okay. If there's no more questions, then that is the end of today's brief. Thank you all for coming, and I hope to see you sometime in the future."

Alex stares at her. "That was ballsy."

"You reckon?"

"Well yeah, it was awesome."

There's a lightness in her chest that Kara only feels when she's done something Alex is proud of. It's childish, and probably not the best in terms of her self-reliance, but something she continuously strives for.

She grins, reaching for her bag. "Okay, we've still got the rest of the day, you wanna go find some lunch-?"

"I'm interrupting again."

Kara turns, pleased, but not entirely unsurprised, to find it's Carter. Behind him is a man Kara vaguely recognizes from what little she'd seen of him before as his father. He's tall, far taller than Kara, and shares the same strong features and pale, piercing eyes as his son. There's something sharper in his smile though, when he extends his hand to shake her own, that has Kara tensing.

"Kara Danvers. Christian Montgomery. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Oh, uh wow, I didn't know I anyone was so eager to meet me."

"Of course! You always present an interesting angle" his gaze moves to where Alex is standing at her side, "but you must be the sister, yes, Carter briefly told me about you too."

Alex grips his hand, but Kara can tell that whatever unknown reservations she has about this man her sister is feeling too, if just because Alex is choosing to remain unresponsive and cool rather than dignify him with an answer.

Mr. Montgomery looks instead to Kara. "I'd like to personally thank you for your question just then. It's not very often a small company like us receives support from a media representative like yourself."

There's a slight lilt to his words, barely noticeable except to her sharp ears, but enough that it has Kara wondering as to where this man's exactly from. Maybe somewhere like Iceland? With those uncommon eyes?

She waves off his words. "No please, those guys weren't playing nice. You didn't deserve that."

"Not many people care what others deserve," Carter responds from behind his father's imposing form, quiet enough that Kara isn't entirely sure Alex would've be able to hear. The slight turn of his head and flash in his eyes tell Kara that Christian, however, did.

"Because of that," he says, "we'd be honored to have Catco write an editorial about us- written by you, of course, Ms. Danvers. K'nex is a small business, and we'd be appreciate any media attention given to us."

"Oh wow," Kara fiddles with the edge of her glasses, shifting her stance slightly, "that's a very generous offer, sir, and I'm flattered- really."

"Of course, we'd be completely willing to provide you access to our primary labs. I'd be happy to give you and your sister a personal tour, in fact."

Kara blinks. "Right now?"

"Hmm," Christian turns to his son, who merely stares back at him, "I don't see why not. Unless you have other plans, of course."

She immediately looks to Alex. "Would you mind just giving us a second to talk it over?"

At his nod, her and Alex step away a few paces. She can tell immediately from the look on her sister's face that Alex is wary.

Rightfully so, Kara muses, she hadn't grown to be such a successful agent by letting her guard down.

"I just- I don't like it, Kara."

"I know, I don't really either," she looks back over her shoulder, but Carter and his father aren't even looking over at them, "but they don't seem dangerous. The father's kinda creepy, but we'll be careful. We'll call J'onn and let him know where we are. We'll stick together and keep our eyes open. It'll be fine."

Alex gives her a look.

"Okay, you're badass, and I have laser-vision. I think we can do anything."

"If that was true, Maggie and I wouldn't have a job anymore."

Kara bounces slightly. "Oh, come on, Alex, aren't you curious?"

The fact that Alex hesitates is answer enough, and Kara grins in triumph.

"Fine," Alex sighs, "but I'm calling J'onn first. I'm going to have him on standby, so if anything goes wrong you know he'll overreact and probably call Clark to come bail us out."

Kara rolls her eyes in amusement. "No he won't, he still hasn't forgiven Clark for the damage he caused last time he was at the DEO."

"That was you as well, Kara Danvers, J'onn knows it was you."

Carter Montgomery and his father guide them towards a restricted carpark, and then towards an outrageously blue car. Kara knows Alex is still on guard, as she undoubtedly always is, and she herself remains slightly unsure. But Mr. Montgomery is still happily prattling on about one of his theories- unaware, perhaps, of how little his small audience is paying attention- and their car is so conspicuously bright that it's hard to see them as any sort of threat.

At least, that's what Kara tells herself.

She knows this is a risk, knows that this isn't what Alex had had in mind when she'd agreed to come along today and that it really isn't fair to ask her to do this. But there's a story already playing in the shadowy edges of her consciousness, an idea forming with increasing intensity, and she just knows this will be something she'll regret later if they don't pursue it fully now.

Isn't this what she promised herself when she chose a reporting career? To pursue a story, no matter how small, if she felt like it deserved recognition?

Didn't Carter and his father deserve even this small agreement to help?

Alex is sitting on her right, and she's got her phone in a firm grip. She'd called J'onn updating them on where they were going, who they were with and how long they were expecting to be there. He'd responded by telling them to stay on guard, for Alex to keep her phone on hand and to call if anything went wrong.

There was a message there that Kara understood even just hearing this through Alex; J'onn would only relax his guard when they'd called again to confirm their safety. Until then, Kara knew, the Martian would be looking out for them.

So with her powers, and the combined forces of the best the DEO has to offer, what could possibly go wrong?

It takes roughly twenty-five minutes to arrive at K'nex's primary lab, enough time for them to get to a series of low-built just outside of the city, closer to the docks more than anything.

Kara knows enough about independent research labs to know that security and privacy is paramount, so she isn't entirely surprised when they encounter several armed guards and entry protocols that involve a handheld scan for metals and a look through their bags. They don't try to take either of their phones though, which is a relief to them both, but as they enter through the doors it's impossible not to miss the security camera lenses winking in the corners, tracking their each and every move.

Kara looks around. K'nex's lab is obviously not as high-budget as Alex's back at the DEO; she can recognize more of the machines than the very few she can't. Its off-white walls glow dimly in the overhead lights, illuminating the small space packed almost completely with various tables. And while there's a myriad of experiments seemingly in progress, there's no one attending to them; the four of them are alone, it seems. Kara wants to slow down, to analyze each and every part of what's going on, but Mr. Montgomery urges them almost immediately towards the back of the room, to where a set of double doors sit inconspicuously.

Kara scans the room quickly, but apart from Alex's strides behind her and Carter's own- slightly hesitant?- footsteps, they're indeed alone. A subtle blink with her x-ray vision shows very little as well, simply what appears to be, if the impenetrable lead counterweights are what they seem to be, an elevator to a lower level.

That's apparently where Montgomery seems intent on leading them, and now Kara's steps are hesitant. She's not overly fond of underground spaces, dark and so far from the warmth of the sun. She'd much rather the bright and airy space of her loft, or of the offices in Catco. She shoves her apprehensiveness down, blaming it on Alex's own unease rubbing off on her, and enters the elevator when the doors trundle open.

Alex steps in beside her, Carter following, and his father bringing up rear, pressing the button to take them down to the only other level.

"Now this is really special," Mr. Montgomery is saying, "this is where we keep several of our ongoing projects. Antibiotic resistance is our primary focus, of course, but we do mingle with other areas as we go along."

The elevator starts moving, jolting its way downwards, and a gasp tumbles from Kara's lips.

A strange mixture of pain and exhaustion pulling deep at her bones.

She knows this this feeling, recognizes the effects with an equal measure of dread.

Because only Kryptonite can make her feel like this, and the implications of that are too difficult for her to consider.

Alex is at her side in an instant, a steady hand on her elbow, whispering, "Kara, hey, what's wrong?"

Kara can barely answer. There's a fire burning in her lungs, and every rapid breath scorches her veins, but she has just enough presence of mind to remember the others that are there. She forces herself to straighten, despite the exhaustion curling her spine. "Sorry," she gasps, the smile on her face probably little more than a grimace, "not such a fan of enclosed spaces."

Alex's hand is still on her elbow, and she feels it tighten enough to almost be painful. Kara looks up, trying to convey to her sister the pain she's in and how they have to get out now but her throat is closing up in the horrifyingly familiar way and she can't breathe.

Distantly, she can hear Alex talking, probably trying to draw away attention, but then the next thing she knows is that there's a hand on her chin, forcing her face up, and Kara has just enough time to see Carter's face, his jaw set harshly and a myriad of emotions in his piercing eyes, before someone- Alex, presumably- shoves him away.

"Don't touch her, you son of a bitch."

She knows what he's seen though, as pain lances up her face, that it can only mean that a corresponding river of green must be rippling across her skin, visible to practically everyone.

"She's Kryptonian," Carter yells out, dropping his hand and backing into the wall of the elevator. Kara can't quite identify the emotions in his voice; it's not disgust, at least, but not outright fear either. Maybe something more akin to apprehensiveness?

In the next instant, the elevator trembles to a step, and Kara flings her hand out, using her dwindling strength to force open the doors and pull her and Alex away from the other two. It's a desperate attempt to get away from whatever source the Kryptonite is being emitted from, but a vain one. Because second she has to gather her bearings- a smaller room than the one above, darker too, no windows or exits except the elevator they just used to get down, lit only by dangling industrial lights that do little but create more shadowy corners- is a second in which another wave of nausea just rolls over her.

She shoves Alex behind her, preparing for an attack of some sort, but Carter and his father merely take a few steps forward, out of the elevator and into the room.

"Well," Christian Montgomery says, "this is an unexpected development.")

Kara stops talking abruptly, shifting onto her side and groaning slightly and beside her, a machine beeps as if in protest. It's painfully obvious that all this talking has taken more strength than she currently has, and suddenly Maggie's overcome by a wave of guilt at forcing her to do so.

Hamilton pushes past her and J'onn. "That's enough. She's in too much pain for your interrogations. Get out- get out now."

"No no-" Kara says, gripping Maggie's hand only the more tighter, "Alex- I wanna talk to Alex."

"Kara, you know that can't happen right now-"

"No! Please, I jus' wanna see her."

Her words are slurring together now, exhaustion dragging at the edges, and it's hard- just so damn hard- to see the girl who's saved the world an unknowable amount of times reduced to this.

But the love she felt for those she cared about would always be Kara's weakness.

And right now it was crippling her, more than her actual injuries ever could.

Maggie pushes back against Hamilton's insistent grip. "Kara- I'll look after her, I swear- Kara-"

But then the girl gives another cry of pain, crumpling back onto her bed with her hands clutching her stomach and writhing under some horrible, internal pain.

Hamilton returns to her patient's side, and this time it's J'onn that's gripping Maggie's shoulder, stopping her from running back to bed. She manages to get one last look though, sees the pain and exhaustion and worry that's twisted Kara's face, before the door swings shut with a horrible sense of finality.

And then, once again, it's just her and J'onn.

Alex has no account for time.

The seconds drag for an eternity and her minutes bleed into each other until the only thing that marks the passing of time is her increasing difficulty to focus her mind and the pain that radiates with each rapid beat of her heart.

The doctor's have been in twice, each time taking a sample of blood and to note something about her rising temperature, but barely make eye contact let alone speak to her.

She doesn't need their muttered comments to know something's wrong with her. There's a part of her mind, horribly familiar, that's telling her in sly whispers of how she's been here before. Recently.

She needs… she just needs something.

"You've been keeping secrets," J'onn had told her.

"Stop Alex, just don't come any closer," Maggie had begged.

And Kara… she couldn't stop thinking about Kara.

And the memories. The memories of hell.

So, lot's happening in this chapter. Kinda moves on with the story, but obviously there's still lots to come before we reach the present time stuff.

Bleh, I'm not too happy with the timing or dialogue in this chapter, but hey, maybe I'll do some rewrites once I've finished this monster.

Thank you soo much for reading, if you could leave a comment telling me what you think, or ways to improve (desperately needed here, I reckon :p) it'd be amazing. Next chapter definitely won't take as long, haha.

-F