Wow, I can't believe how long it's been since I updated anything. Sorry about that but I'm back and writing now.

Thanks for all the reviews, I'm glad everyone is enjoying this fic so far. The song is Look After You by The Fray (yep, definitely going for a Fray theme).

Chapter 4: Out of Control

There now, steady love.
So few come and don't go.
Will you want to be the one I always know?
When I'm losing my control,
The city spins around.
You're the only one who knows,
You slow it down.

Oh, oh be my baby. Oh.
Oh, oh be my baby.
I'll look after you.

"What do you mean he's gone?" Kate asked as the words finally sunk in. "He's at the hospital, I talked to him there today."

The man on the other end of the phone was quiet for a moment. "One of our male orderlies saw him escaping."

"Then why didn't anyone stop him?" she demanded hysterically. Remembering Aaron was asleep in the next room, Kate forced herself to quiet down. There was no need to panic yet, Jack must be in the hospital somewhere. Where else would he go?

"Our staff member was, um, knocked unconscious before he was able to call for help."

Her heart sunk, knowing Jack would only hurt someone in times of desperation. What had happened to make him act so drastically? Now the familiar feeling of unease had settled in her stomach but she still wasn't about to give up hope.

"Have you searched the entire hospital?"

"One of the security tapes shows Mr. Shephard leaving the building. We are absolutely positive that he is not inside the premises," came the doctor's polite yet clinical reply. "I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour, but I was hoping you might be able to tell me anything about where he could have gone?"

Kate sucked in a deep breath, fighting to remain calm and keep her voice from breaking as she answered his question. "No, I don't know where he would be. He's not here. Have you already checked his house?" She knew without a doubt that Jack would not go back to his apartment, it was too full of bad memories. If she had to guess, there was one place he would be likely to visit, but she wasn't going to tell Dr. Fernbrook that.

The last thing she needed to do was ruin whatever medical career Jack had left by suggesting the hospital staff search the local bars. No, that was something she would do on her own. After all, Jack's escape was most likely her own fault. And despite nearly convincing herself that she wanted nothing more to do with him, Kate didn't seem to be able to let him go.

Not like this.

"Well thank you anyway. Sorry again for disturbing you and we'll let you know as soon as we find him," Dr. Fernbrook said, hanging up the phone. The line went dead though Kate continued to hold it like a lifeline. Through her fog she realized that the doctor had sounded so sure, so optimistic that Jack would be found.

They thought he was just another broken man now, a stupid junkie. They didn't know Jack like Kate did. She knew better. If he was able to escape without getting caught, surely he would be able to remain hidden for as long as he wanted.

Unbidden, her mind continued that train of thought, creating images of Jack stumbling through the back alleys of L.A., drunk or high. She had to find him before that happened.

Sighing, she got out of bed and changed out of her pajamas. After calling Veronica and asking if she would be able to look after Aaron for a little while, Kate sat in her son's room while she waited for the nanny.

She stroked Aaron's head and he smiled in his sleep when he felt her touch. Kate wished she could be so young and carefree, not that her own childhood had ever been so relaxing. Aaron had no idea how lucky he was.

"Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away," she sang to him softly, her quiet voice echoing loudly in the room. It reminded her of Claire, the young woman sitting in her tent and humming the same tune to the same boy.

That was part of the reason Kate continued to sing the song, it was one of the only ways she could feel close to all the people who'd been lost on the Island.

"Oh baby, what happened to us?" she asked, kissing her son's forehead. "Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket. Save it for a rainy day."

By the time Veronica knocked softly on the door, Kate had nearly convinced herself to go back to bed and let the professionals handle Jack. The only reason she drove off in her car, planning to spend the next few hours searching through various bars, was because she would never forgive herself if something happened to him.

Driving down the darkened streets, Kate tried to tell herself that she was doing this for her own benefit, not for Jack. She was done trying to save him, the tragic hero who'd fallen so far. She just wished she could believe her own lie.

Jack had no real destination. When he'd escaped there had been a plan, somewhere he'd wanted to go. Whatever it was, the idea slipped from his memory almost as soon as it came. The only real thought in his mind was that he didn't want to be in the hospital. Now he wasn't quite sure where he did want to be.

What he really wanted to do was find a bar and drink until he could no longer remember his own name. But he restrained; somehow it just didn't seem like the appropriate reaction anymore.

He kept moving, hoping that maybe he would find a reason not to drown his sorrows in alcohol like he had become so used to doing.

As Jack walked, occasionally he had to stop while a fierce shiver ran through his body. He ignored the painful cramps and shakes, wanting, no needing, a distraction from the flurry of activity inside his own head.

Seeing Christian at the hospital had been a shock that he wasn't quite ready to deal with. He tried to act as if it was normal to be conversing with his dead father but even in Jack's state, half-mad with withdrawal symptoms, he knew it was wrong.

If he had been somewhat coherent and clear-thinking, he would have tried to figure out the cause of his hallucination – for that's what Christian was. Jack wasn't really seeing his father's ghost, that much was obvious. But strangely enough, this time he had no interest in fixing the situation. Because seeing dead people was the least of his problems.

Once again his thoughts turned to Kate. The way her eyes welled up with pity when she realized why he wanted to end his life. He shouldn't have said anything, it would have been better to let her go on being mad at him. Instead now she felt sorry for him.

Jack hated having other people try to sympathize with his problems. They didn't understand, no one ever did. And he wished they wouldn't try to. Why couldn't everyone just leave him alone?

Not that it mattered anyway, after the way their last meeting ended Jack doubted he would ever see Kate again. There was an empty hole in his heart caused by her absence and knowing it would only get worse as time went on was doing nothing to improve his mood.

Another fierce wave of craving ripped through him, stronger than before. It was becoming harder and harder to resist the hold those damn pills still had on him. The symptoms weren't going to disappear, that he was certain of. And if he wanted to put his senses at ease, the easiest access to drugs was through his hospital. He'd stolen packets enough times to know where to find them.

The problem was getting there. His gait was becoming more and more unsteady because of his never-ending shaking, making it very difficult to walk. It would be a challenge just to get halfway to St. Sebastian's, if he hadn't been lost as well.

Seeing the bright neon lights in front of him, Jack decided to settle for a nice, stiff drink instead.

"Might as well," he said, giving in to his own pathetic cravings. "No one cares what I do anymore."

He walked inside and sat down in the smoke filled room until finally he was nursing his drink, waiting for his blissful oblivion to begin.

The first sip burned as the alcohol went down, a wonderful distraction from the other physical and emotional pain haunting him. He gulped it quickly, already feeling the warm sensation starting in the pit of his stomach.

And when he walked out of the run-down building many drinks later, Jack was feeling better than he had in a long time. Part of that was due to the packet of Oxycodone he'd found in his pocket while attempting to pay the bill. He had no recollection of putting the package there, but he didn't stop to think about it. Instead he swallowed all of the pills inside, which wasn't much. It was enough to give him a slight out-of-body feeling though and now everything was bathed in a friendly glow.

The combination of drugs and alcohol was making Jack restless – usually it just caused him to be extremely drowsy – and he ended up wandering the streets. As unsteady as ever, he hardly noticed the weird looks people were giving him while he wobbled across the road, not caring if anyone decided to hit him.

Eventually he wound up down by the beach, it was an unconscious decision to be somewhere familiar. After the Island, he'd always felt relaxed hearing the sounds of the ocean. At least that's what Jack told himself during trips along the shore with Kate and Aaron, or when he came out here alone with a bottle of scotch and sometimes a few pills. The truth was he just wanted to feel connected to that sense of leadership he'd had on the Island and being somewhere similar was the best way to accomplish that.

Originally he hadn't wanted to be the leader, had tried numerous times to place the role on someone else, though now that it was gone Jack realized he missed the responsibility. Having no one but himself to look after was not good for him.

He stumbled across the sand, flopping down on the cool, soft ground. Listening to the waves break and swell made him ache for times long gone. Despite the haze that clouded his mind, Jack wished Kate was sitting beside him.

He missed her smile, warm yet still somewhat reserved, and her eyes, a deeper brown than he had ever known, but most of all he missed the personality and actions that were uniquely Kate. Everything she did reeled him in, drawing him closer even though he knew he was only bound to get hurt.

"But I guess she finally made her choice," he muttered to himself, his words slurring. "She'd rather run away than stick 'round 'n deal with me. Hell, not like I ever gave her a reason ta' wanna stay."

That thought brought back all his previous feelings of desperation and abandonment from the night before, only now they were dulled slightly by his intoxication.

It's better this way, he thought, stumbling down to the waterfront. Being clearheaded enough to watch himself sinking further and further into drug and alcohol abuse was not something Jack enjoyed. And he realized, once again, why he liked having his thoughts worn-out to the point of stupidity. It was the only way he could function.

Now some insistent part of him was demanding he go swimming; hopefully being in the water would give him a chance to relax. Not even bothering to untie his shoes, Jack stepped right into the ocean.

The cold temperature shocked him back into reality, making him wonder if this would do any good at all. And in that moment, Jack desperately wanted someone to stop him. Even though he was just taking a swim, he felt a trickle of fear run down his spine.

"No one's comin'," he said aloud, the words sounding final somehow. A tear slid down his cheek and he didn't bother to brush it away. What did it matter now?

He waded further into the water until he was submerged up to his waist. Then he began to swim out further, finally kicking off his shoes and watching as they sank beneath him. The sight made him laugh, his head spinning from the cool night air and the liquid courage of the alcohol.

"This 's good," he told himself, treading water over a particularly deep spot. Wanting to float on his back, Jack ungracefully attempted to roll over, nearly sinking as he did so. It was difficult to maintain his balance but he managed to drift along on the water.

Staring up at the sky made him realize just how amazing this was. Just living, being able to wake up and experience the world around him. Times like this, when he was so high that he could barely think coherently, were the times that he felt the most alive.

"Can't spend all day starin' at the scenery, though. Life's gotta take over at some point." And he had nothing left to live for, of this he was certain. Everything he'd ever cared about had drifted away the day he'd gotten off the Island.

"Goddam piece o' land," he mumbled almost incoherently. That Island had taken away all that had ever mattered to him. His friends, his sister, he even missed Locke's faith-filled rants now. And he'd gone and screwed things up with Kate too. She couldn't even stand being in the same room as him, he'd seen that during their last goodbye at the hospital.

Jack couldn't be a father to Aaron, he was most likely permanently suspended from ever working at St. Sebastian's again, he had no one to care about and no one cared about him. So what the hell was left?

"Nothin'. That's what."

He sighed and relaxed again, listening to the soft roar of the waves. The calming background noises helped him let go of his thoughts and simply float. He looked up at the sky again, squinting to catch a glimpse of the stars but they were hidden behind the smog-filled sky.

Still, raising his head to the heavens and praying that someone out there would hear him, Jack whispered softly.

"Forgive me."

As time went by, the waves grew more and more rough but he didn't swim back to the shore. This sense of peace he was experiencing was one he hadn't been able to find in a long time. And he wasn't about to give that away, until a huge wave rose up and pulled him under the water, deep below the surface.

Sinking further and further down, Jack struggled to find the energy to move. His peace and calm had been shattered, though he wasn't thinking straight and he couldn't remember how to move his limbs.

He kept his mouth closed, trying not to give in to his need for air. His eyes closed on their own – the effort it took to keep them open was too much – and he focused on the patters of light that danced across his eyelids.

His air supply was running out quickly though, but no matter how hard he tried to swim in the right direction, Jack couldn't move fast enough. Black spots began to fill his vision and just as he was about to fall into unconsciousness, his lungs protested forcefully, demanding air.

He gasped and tried to inhale, a natural reflex, but all he could taste was water. It was everywhere, everything. There was no escaping the crushing weight of the ocean as it spun him around and around.

And now that the end was so near, Jack understood that he didn't want to die. Not really. Not when there was so much to live for. He'd been foolish to once think he could give everything up in a moment. No, that wasn't him; it was in his very blood to go on until the end.

But now he may not have a choice.

Unable to tell which way was the surface, Jack swam in the direction he was already facing, hoping it was the right way. Each stroke took more and more energy, energy that he didn't have. In his desperate panic he continued to hold his mouth open, despite the torrent of water that tried to enter, drowning him from the inside out.

Finally it became too much and he gave up. For once in his life, Jack took his father's advice and let go. Of everything.

He choked, searching for air one last time without success. Just as he was about to pass into unconsciousness, he felt something grab a hold of his leg. Trying to muster up enough strength to shove the mysterious object away, Jack discovered that he couldn't even move his arms anymore.

The last thought he had before fading into darkness was of Kate. He saw her in his mind, tears streaming down her face as if she was sad that he was disappearing.

I'm sorry, he thought. And maybe someday she would hear him. But for now, all he could do was fight the threatening darkness as it closed in on him.

His desperate strength came too late, however, as he already fell deep into the lull of unconsciousness.

Goodbye...Kate.

Racing to one bar after another, Kate spent the new few hours searching in vain for Jack's familiar form. She walked into all kinds of different clubs, some trendy and some hidden between 24-hour convenience stores and discount clothing shops. The worst places were the ones that reeked of cigarette and other types of smoke, the ones filled with demons she wasn't ready to face. The kind who stared at her with red-rimmed eyes, peeking above their amber filled glasses. Or worse, the men awaiting her at every bar stool and booth. Beckoning, calling, taunting, their eyes raked up and down her body.

Whenever she walked into one of those bars Kate forced herself to remain calm, to ignore the whistling and crude comments made behind her back, and most of all to not think of Wayne. These were the very places he used to spend hours going to, which was why each new pub she entered nearly made her shiver in fear and turn right around.

But she didn't give in to her own personal weaknesses. She had to find Jack. Reminding herself of what she was doing so late at night slinking through one alcohol filled room to another was the only reason she hadn't broken down in frightened sobs yet.

"I will find him and bring him back to that goddammed hospital," she coached herself, "if it's the last thing I ever do."

Taking a deep breath, Kate winced at the heavy odour of smoke clinging to her jacket – making a mental reminder to throw it away once she finally returned home – and pushed open the creaky wooden door to a particularly shabby excuse for a pub.

Again she was met with the scents she was fast becoming accustomed to. It was her own personal hell and it seemed never-ending.

She clenched her fists, walking briskly past the prone forms of men slumped against benches or stools. Sitting down on a chair that protested squeakily, Kate waited to catch the bartender's attention.

"What can I do for ya', miss?" the man beside her asked. His words would have sounded polite if they hadn't been accompanied by a sneer that chilled her to the bone.

"Have you seen a man come in – " She was cut off by the drunk's deep, wheezy laughter.

"Been plenty o' men 'round here, lady. Ya' gotta be more specific."

Kate grimaced and almost turned away from his unnerving stare. It made her stomach clench to think about Jack spending his time in a place like this, drowning his sorrows in a dirty glass resting on a crumb-covered table. But the bartender was ignoring her. Or pretending to be busy so he could listen to her conversation, Kate wasn't sure which. Either way, he would be no help.

So she turned back to the other man, the one who'd tried making conversation with her. "He had short brown hair, a jean jacket and a bandage on his arm."

There was that chuckle again, making the stranger sound unhinged and dangerous. "Well now, that do sound kinda familiar. I don't remember seein' no bandage but there sure was one mopey guy sittin' down at this very counter when I came in. Real fancy type, ya' could tell by the way he held himself. All them rich guys try ta' tone it down, but they can't hide who they really are."

He paused for a moment, distracted by a hacking cough that emitted from his throat. Kate cringed and leaned back in disgust.

"Donno where he went though," the man continued. "Took off after a few drinks."

Kate was about to thank him when he put a grimy hand on her shoulder. "Look honey, whatcha doin' with a guy like that? Now if you're lookin' for a good time, all ya' gotta do is say the word." He winked at her suggestively and she wrenched away from his surprisingly tight grasp.

"No thank you," she said coldly, still trying to be polite. He had just provided very helpful information, after all.

For a moment she thought he would put up a fight, but the man shrugged and leaned back against the counter. "Suit yerself, missy. I hope ya' find what you're lookin' for."

Kate shuddered, striding out of the bar before her own emotions got the best of her. She didn't slow down until she was safely inside her car with the doors locked. Only then did she allow the tears to stream down her cheeks, finally letting her fear show.

After a while she wiped her eyes, promising not to cry anymore. She still had to find Jack, but at least now she had something to go on. He'd been at the bar, of this she was certain, so he couldn't have gotten far. She would just drive around until she found him.

"It's not so bad," she said aloud and was ashamed to hear her voice crack. "Dammit Kate! There's nothing to be afraid of here." Despite her weak assurances to herself, she still tried something she hadn't done since the Island. She began to count.

"One...two...three...four...five."

Surprisingly, when she was done her fear had lessened slightly. It wasn't completely gone, just pushed away enough so she could function, but Kate was amazed Jack's technique still worked.

Of course, her eyes started welling up with unshed tears as soon as she thought about their first meeting on the Island.

"Okay, Jack. I'm going to find you. And then we are going to get this sorted out," she vowed, because it was becoming clear that she couldn't just cut herself out of his life forever. She needed him too much.

Maybe all we really need to do is talk, she hoped. The last few weeks of their relationship together had been filled with too many silences, too many things left unsaid. Maybe now was the time to lay all their cards out on the table and say what they were both really feeling.

"We will figure something out, Jack. I promise."

Driving up and down the many streets of L.A., Kate was about to give up when she caught a glimpse of the ocean and nearly smacked her forehead at her own stupidity. Where was the one place Jack could go that was as much like the Island as possible?

Pulling up to the beach, she stepped out of her car and winced when the wind slammed it shut behind her. Down by the water, the breeze she'd barely noticed farther inland had increased considerably. It flung her hair against her face, making it difficult to see.

Kate pushed the tangled strands away from her eyes, scanning the sand for signs of Jack's presence. She caught sight of footprints leading into the water and her heart began to beat fiercely in her chest.
A flash of colour glinted among the waves and Kate sighed in relief until an image of Jack's cold, lifeless body popped into her mind.

"Jack!" she shouted at him but he didn't hear her among the roar of the waves. The ocean was getting rougher, tossing his body around in the water.

Hang on, she thought frantically, dashing into the cold ocean. She shivered as the freezing temperature went right through her skin. The waves crashed against her legs, showering her with drops of frigid water.

Gritting her teeth, Kate pushed herself forward until she was deep enough to fully dive in. Before the coldness got a chance to freeze her in place, she started swimming. Cutting a path through the rough white caps, each stroke brought her closer to Jack's limp body while the movements kept her warm.

Her vision was focused solely on Jack so she noticed right away when a massive wall of water collapsed on top of him. It swept his body underneath the surface, too deep for her to see. And he didn't come back up, coughing and shivering, like she expected him to.

Kate didn't stop to think. All she could to was act.

A fierce cry tore from her throat, even surprising herself. She took a deep breath, holding in as much air as possible.

Then she plunged her head beneath the water, propelling her body downwards.

Squinting to see amidst the churning waters, Kate finally caught a glimpse of what she was almost certain was a leg.

Jack! Her mind screamed loudly, urging her onwards. Once she was close enough, Kate reached out and grabbed one of his flailing limbs. Jack was sinking fast and she scrambled to pull him back to the surface.

At one point she accidentally pulled off his sock – wondering briefly why he wasn't wearing any shoes – and Jack nearly slid back to the depths of the sea before she could regain her hold on him.

Just as Kate thought her lungs were about to burst, her head broke above the water. She gasped heavily, panting from the exertion of towing Jack's unconscious form behind her.

You're not done yet, a voice in her head pointed out. Seeing that Jack was still not moving, Kate gathered her remaining strength and began the long swim back to shore.

Her entire body was screaming in agony when she finally felt sand beneath her feet. The last thing she did was drag Jack as far away from the waves as possible before she collapsed. Lying on the sand, Kate didn't want to move until she could breathe without panting.

But a strangled gasp behind her caused her to leap to her feet. She saw Jack hunched over, resting on his knees and coughing violently. She watched silently as he heaved up mouthfuls of salt water, shivering as he did so.

A spark of anger ignited in Kate's mind but she ignored it for the moment. There would be plenty of time to talk with Jack later. Right now she needed to take care of him. He'd always looked after her, no matter how horribly she treated him. And it was time she return the favour.

She sat down beside him, rubbing his back softly. Jack flinched at her touch and Kate saw how soaked he was.

I probably don't look much better, she realized. But she was worried about how blue his lips were and how still he had become. It was as if he'd frozen as soon as she laid a hand on his shoulder.

"He's going into shock," she said aloud, startling Jack out of his stupor.

"Kate?" he asked, wonder filling his voice. His teeth started to chatter and Kate wished she had some way to warm him up. Her own body wouldn't do much good since her clothing was wet too. She had a blanket in the back of her car that might do the trick, but she wasn't sure how to get him to move. There was no way she could carry him anymore, no matter how much she wanted to.

"Jack, we need to get going, okay?" she told him softly. He frowned and stared off into the distance.

"Am I dead?"

She glanced at him in shock. "What? How can you say that?"

His reply was enough to break her heart even more, if that had been possible. "You're here."

Kate sighed, trying to control the tears that were threatening to spill down her cheeks. "Oh, Jack. Can we talk about this in the car? You look frozen and I don't want you to get hypothermia."

It was as if someone had flicked a switch inside him and suddenly Jack came to life. He burst out laughing, the sound startling Kate in the silence that had settled along the beach.

"I'm not gonna get hyp – hyperopia," he muttered to himself. For the first time that night Kate smelt the alcohol on his breath. In the past few minutes she'd completely forgotten that he'd came here from a bar and was probably too drunk to have any idea what had just happened.

"I thought hyperopia was far-sightedness," she replied, not sure why she was playing along.

He chuckled. "Hey, ya' turnin' inta' a doctor on me Katie?"

She clenched her fists as her childhood nickname rolled off his tongue. Don't react, she coached herself. He has no idea what he's saying. It doesn't matter.

She couldn't lie to herself, though. The truth was it did matter, more than she wanted it to. If Jack hadn't started acting this way in the first place then maybe they would still have a relationship together. And, though Kate wasn't about to admit it, he was scaring her. Jack sounded too much like Wayne, something she wasn't prepared to handle. She'd never thought the two could be anything alike but clearly she was wrong.

"Dammit, Jack!" she shouted, causing him to flinch. "I learned that from you. Don't you remember how much you bragged about playing that prank on Sawyer? How could I ever forget?"

She smiled slightly, but Jack's reckless laughter made her shiver and wrap her arms around herself. He continued laughing, oblivious to the thoughts spinning around in her head.

"What were you doing out there?" Kate asked when the silence became too much for her. Jack frowned in confusion, not knowing what she meant. "In the water? Why would you go swimming when the ocean was so rough like that?"

"Oh, it wasn' wavey like that when I first swam out. It was nice," he replied, slurring slightly.

Kate raised an eyebrow, wondering what he wasn't telling her. Oh god. Was he trying to kill himself again?

She shuddered. "You can't keep doing this, Jack." Waiting until she knew she had his attention, Kate ran her fingers through her damp hair nervously.

"Doin' what?"

"Trying to off yourself every chance you get!" Kate practically screamed at him.

"I wasn' tryin' ta'... kill myself, Kate. I jus' wan'ed ta' go fer a swim," he defended weakly.

Her fingers itched to strike some sense into him but she wasn't the kind of woman who went around hitting people, so she balled her hands into fists at her side. She didn't want to have this conversation now, not when Jack was so out of it.

Standing up, Kate attempted to brush the sand off her clothes but it remained clinging to her body. She didn't even want to think about how messy her car would be after this.

Sighing, she bent down and hoisted Jack to his feet as well. He stumbled slightly, slamming into her and almost sending them both sprawling into the sand again. Somehow Kate managed to maintain her balance, supporting Jack all the way to the car.

He sank heavily into the backseat while she wrapped a blanket around him. She studied him for a moment, judging whether or not he was going to throw up any time soon.

Her mind was put at ease when he drifted off to sleep right in front of her eyes.

"Oh Jack," she breathed, sliding into the front seat. The entire drive home, Kate fought to keep her attention on the road and off of Jack. She'd always enjoyed watching him sleep, on the rare occasions that she was awake before him. He always looked so peaceful and she wondered all the time what he was dreaming about.

The times when Kate wasn't completely distracted by Jack's silent presence, she tried to figure out what she was going to do with him. She knew a call had to be made to Dr. Fernbrook so the hospital wouldn't keep worrying, but she had no idea what to do after that.

"Guess I'll let him sober up first, then we can talk."

Jack grunted softly from the backseat, as if agreeing with her. Kate spared one more glance back at him. Her heart melted as she stared at him, so relaxed while he was unconscious; the troubles of the world not pressing down on him and threatening to crush him beneath their weight.

"Maybe it's my turn to fix you, Jack," she whispered to herself. He deserved that much, after all, he'd been the one to fix her.

Up next: Jack needs some TLC. Kate's solution: hot chocolate. ;)

As soon as I can find the time I promise to update another fic. Which one would you like to read next?

a) Remembering

b) Unpredictable

c) Another chapter of You Found Me

d) The epilogue for Fun with Feathers

Thanks for reading, I hope you liked the chapter. :)