The first week she was in Spain, she nearly got herself kicked out of the program. Assigned to her class and given a small bungalow up in the hills that was normally occupied by the art teacher who'd gone to Argentina for the summer, Caroline had all the pieces needed to puzzle together a new life with new experiences and she didn't appreciate a single second of it. She went through the motions in the class. Keeping herself emotionally vacant despite the eagerness of her students to learn all things American. She counted the minutes until 3 o'clock, when the class ended and she could escape to the bungalow and burrow under the blankets, despite the upper 80 degree days. She wasn't living. She was mourning. Grieving. The pain that continued to hit from all angles, choosing her most vulnerable sides and digging in deep threatened to consume her, despite the knowledge she had to move on. She didn't appreciate the beauty of southern Spain. The rolling hills, the amazing architecture, the breezy palm trees that swayed from the Mediterranean Sea. The water that sparkled like crystal when the sun was at its peak. The fabulous food and music that filled the small town every night. She ignored all of it, until the beginning of her second week, when the headmaster of the school called her in to his office and in halting English spoke sadly and told her that she was going to have to go home. He seemed embarrassed to tell her that her lack of enthusiasm was causing an issue with the other teachers and the students had noticed as well. Caroline had been mortified. She apologized over and over to the older man with the thick mustache and kind eyes. She pleaded with him to give her one more chance. That in a week, no less than that she would have everyone's minds changed. She just needed another chance. He'd hesitated, but agreed. Caroline left with a renewed strength. She went straight home and spent the entire afternoon cleaning, organizing and preparing some of the most fun and creative lesson plans she could come up with. She'd been knocked down, gotten up, only to be knocked down again. It had become a cycle and now it stopped. She wasn't going to waste away any longer. She had to move on, whether she liked it or not.

True to her word, she returned to school the next day ready to inspire her class and by the end of the day, they loved her class, they loved her and she was letting herself love them back. Even if her heart wasn't working on full strength.

And then as the weeks went by, it got easier. She thought of him less. Kept herself busy. Made some friends, did some traveling. There were still the mornings when she didnt know if she'd be able to get out of bed, but she did. She would go to the beach, watching the water out over the sea and just be. It refueled her and she was finally happy. Truly happy.

And now he was here. And it was more than she could comprehend. More than she wanted to.

She walked towards him. Her feet moving one in front of the other, although her brain had shut off completely. Her heart on the other hand, was hammering dangerously against her ribs, working double time.

His face wore a nervous smile and she imagined she looked as if she'd seen a ghost.

Maybe it was a ghost. No, not a ghost, more like an imposter or impersonator. Maybe, somehow here, four thousand miles away from Pittsburgh lived a man who looked and walked just like Sidney Crosby. Maybe he'd seen Sid on a magazine cover or on television and thought to himself that he had a doppelgänger, who just happened to be the most famous hockey player of the 21st century.

They were standing on a few feet from one another now. His eyes crinkled from the sun and the smile sat crooked on his face. It was nervous, it was apprehensive, it was hopeful.

"Hi."

Unless the doppelgänger had the same voice as Sidney and knew who she was, this was no fake.

Here, right in front of her was the real thing.

He looked good. Really good. The same but different. His hair was cut short, but hidden underneath his trusty black cap. He wore a tight gray shirt with loose khaki shorts. Flip flops on his feet, his long toes spilling out. He was tan, his face glowed and held that crooked, hesitant smile that made her heart flop.

Stop it, her brain shouted. A battle was brewing inside, between her head and her heart. Her instinct was to just jump into his arms, but her brain refused, her body frozen, unmoving. Uncertain to what exactly was happening.

It didn't make sense, but then again nothing had for some time now. Nothing should surprise her, not anymore.

"Wha..." to her horror, her voice cracked, clearing her throat lightly, she started again, "What are you doing here?"

"I had to see you." His voice was clear and sure, his eyes steady on hers and she had to look away. She couldnt look at him, not for long at least.

A tornado of thoughts, feelings, emotions tunneled through her and it was too much.

"Why?" Her tone was harsh, her head battling hard in the civil war of Caroline.

The nervous smile faltered and the confidence eroded away. He quirked his mouth, his nervous habit that rarely made an appearance.

"I miss you."

To her horror, her heart took a heavy hit and she felt the tears begin to burn. She wouldn't cry. Not now, not here. Not in front of him. Especially not after the mess she was the last time they'd knowingly seen each other. She didn't know what to say.

"You shouldn't be here." she said finally, looking over at her class, who had stopped doing their schoolwork and were now staring at their teacher. "I have to go."

She looked at him now, her eyes distant, detached. She was hanging on by a thread. Thirty seconds in his presence and everything she'd worked for, every ounce of sanity she'd fought to get back, was dwindling quickly. How and why he was here was irrelevent. He wasn't her life anymore. She'd clung to a shred of hope and it had done nothing but nearly destroy her. She couldnt go back, not anymore.

"Wait!" His voice was frantic and it was then she realized he looked nearly undone as well. He dug into his pocket and pull out a thick wad of folded paper. His hands worked deftly to unfold the sheets.

"I got your letter."

Caroline froze.

She was beautiful. The summer had treated her well. As he'd walked across the vast lawn to the small pavilion, he'd seen her. His clear vision spotted her instantly. She was leaning over a young boy. Her hair was longer, lighter. It fell over her shoulders in cascading waves. As he came closer, he watched as her hand came up and lifted the tresses, exposing the slope of her neck. She was tanned, a sleeveless white tank top showed off her arms. She wore a multicolored skirt, that ended just above her knees. When she'd caught sight of him, he noticed her pink nose and furrowed brow. He couldn't believe that he'd found her. Only a few feet away she now stood. Looking at him like he had two heads. It didnt matter, he'd finally found her.

It started two weeks ago. He'd been in Vegas to attend the NHL awards. He hadn't wanted to go, but Pat had insisted. He was the favorite to win two awards and it would be a tremendous insult to the league if he didn't show up. So he'd gone. Smiled for the cameras and answered the questions that were asked. He won one of the awards and gave a brief acceptance speech. He skipped the after party.

After Chicago, he'd gone back to Cole Harbour, set up his training schedule but cancelled all other summer appearances. He just wanted to skate and be home. He couldn't handle much else. He hadn't spoken to Hayley again. She'd left hastily when he'd pulled away from her and awkwardly rambled on about what a mistake he'd made. He didn't blame her, he'd been a mess.

The NHL Awards were the one thing that he couldn't blow off, and now that they were over, he was looking forward to getting back to his hotel room, taking a hot shower and watching some tv. His life had dulled. Not dull, as in boring. Dulled, as in muted. As if a haze had dropped over him and he now lived in a fog. He'd have to move on, she was gone. The disaster with Hayley was the beginning. Slowly, he'd have to reintegrate himself into normal life, well his version of normal life. But not tonight.

He let himself into his room and looked down to see a white envelope at his feet. At first he just assumed it was a fan letter, slid under his door by some lucky girl who'd figured out which room was his, but when he opened it, he found the contents to be nothing but a small pile of torn up paper. Frowning, he looked at the contents more carefully and noticed the scraps were covered in a blue ink and familiar handwriting.

It was Caroline's handwriting. He knew it from the notes she'd put in his suitcase when he left for road trips or on his bathroom mirror when she had to leave before him in the morning, then the handwriting had told him to have a safe trip, or a good day or most commonly a simple I love you.

He shook free the contents from the envelope on a desk and sat down quickly to put the pieces together. It took a few minutes but suddenly the pages came together and the three page letter sat before him. He began reading, his heart in his throat.

And when he finally finished reading, the tears that sat in the corners of his eyes finally spilled over. How this had come to him was a complete mystery. He knew it hadn't been her and why had the letter been torn? Nothing made sense, except one thing. No matter how, he would find her and he would get her back. He had to find her.

It took a number of phone calls. First to her school, that provided little help. Most of the staff was gone, save for the school secretary who was only in for a few hours a day catching up on data entry. She had not had any information, but after some sweet talking, he'd managed to get the principal's cell number. He left a number of messages on Lamar Dixon's voicemail and waited anxiously for a reply.

After a few days, he realized he'd have to go another route. One that he wanted to avoid at all costs, but now had no choice. A quick search on his phone brought up the information he was looking for and taking a deep breath he dialed the Steubenville phone number. He prayed he'd get her mom. He'd fight anyone in the NHL at the drop of a glove, but he was terrified of talking to her dad.

Of course luck was not on his side. It had been a chilly conversation and luckily within moments, Mr. Reid put Caroline's mother on the line. He simply told her that he needed to get in touch with Caroline and asked for the name of the school where she was teaching. Mrs. Reid kindly gave him the information and wished him luck. She'd always been in his corner and he was grateful.

From then everything moved quickly. He made the arrangements necessary. Set up appointments, made the phone calls he needed to make and then booked his ticket. A sixteen hour flight landed him over an hour away in the city of Malaga. He took a taxi the 50 miles east to the town where she was staying and found the school with ease. He hadn't slept in 48 hours, but he didn't care. He spoke terrible Spanish to the groundskeeper and through a lot of gesturing figured out where Caroline was.

And now here he was. There were so many questions. So many things to talk about. And she was having none of it. Not that he blamed her. He'd been hard headed and uppity. But he believed, they could sit down and figure it out. There was no other option.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the papers.

"Where did you get that?" Her voice unmistakably shaky.

"It was delivered to my hotel room, two weeks ago in Las Vegas." he explained. "I have no idea how it got there, but I'm glad it did."

Caroline's eyes stared at the contents in Sid's hand, a blush blossomed over her already warm face and a look of realization grew, the wheels churning clearly.

Finally she spoke, "It doesn't matter," she said hollowly. Her eyes flickered to his, "It doesn't matter," she repeated, "I have to go, you have to go."

Now it was his turn to say, "No." His voice firm.

"Why are you doing this?" she looked at him miserably, her eyes bright with unshed tears.

"Because I love you. And I know you love me too."

She blinked and the tears rolled slowly down her cheeks.

"Things are different now."

"Why? His voice was soft but defiant.

"Because I saw you," she said, so quietly, looking at him sadly. Her gaze then shifted to the schoolhouse, where Señor Alvarez was now looking out into the wide yard and specifically at the small scene unfolding a short distance from the pavillion. She wasn't going to lose this job.

"I'm sorry, I have to go," she said hurriedly.

Sid was completely confused but spoke quickly before she left. "Have dinner with me tonight. Please. Caroline, I came all this way, please just talk to me. Tonight, is all I'm asking, then if its what you want I'll go. I promise."

Walking away, she brushed at her cheeks, but nodded. "Alright. Meet me here, at 3 o'clock. I live nearby, we can walk."

Sid grinned, he couldn't help it. "Ok," he said.

Ok.

The day dragged, Caroline was clearly distracted, but tried desperately to stay on point with the students. Her mind was flying in a thousand directions. He'd come for her. As much as her head bullied her heart into not feeling anything, she couldn't help but wonder what possibilities lay before them. She didn't get it though. She saw him with that girl. He was over this. Why would he do all this?

The letter. He'd gotten her letter.

Cameron. It was the only answer. But why? She'd chewed out the woman, told her off. Why would she turn around and give Sidney the letter? For a moment she panicked at the idea of Cameron reading the contents, but then realized she wouldn't let herself care. That letter was nothing but total honesty. Caroline refused to be embarrassed of her feelings, not anymore.

He loved her. He'd said that, she reminded herself. He still loved her. Did she still love him? Did she even need to ask? Of course she did. But was it enough?

Sure enough at 3 o'clock, when she exited the small brick building, there he was, hands deep in pockets standing by a fountain.

It was surreal. Were they supposed to make small talk? Sure they could talk when they got to her place, but right now...it seemed absurd to talk about the weather when so much lay between them.

"Hello," she said hesitantly coming up to him.

"Hello," he echoed.

He moved towards her and she welcomed his light embrace. He didnt try to kiss her, just a quick hug that clouded her senses. He made her brain fuzzy. He always had. Whether looking at her with love or anger, he made it so hard for her to think clearly. His hands were light on her arms, as he pulled her close, his head rested briefly against hers and his smell was everywhere. Then he pulled back and they looked at each other somehow a little bit closer to the way back.

They walked. He asked her about the school, how she liked it, what the kids were like. She answered his questions and tried to make small talk about the local farmer's market and the interesting cultural differences she'd noticed so far. It was pathetic small talk, but it would do for the 15 minute walk to her home. She wondered where his stuff was. How did he even get here? Was he staying at a hotel? How long was he staying?

There were so many questions and she was overwhelmed by the answers that were to come.

Finally they came up to the small white stucco building, up the hill and identical to the hundreds that surrounded it.

She let them into the small home and set down her school bag and purse.

"Would you like a glass of water?" she asked lamely, stupidly trying to play the part of hostess.

"What did you mean, you saw me?" he asked, his gaze intense. His fingers tapped nervously on the top of a kitchen chair.

So they were just going to dive right in, she thought.

Channeling an inner strength, now that she'd gotten over the shock of him being here, she spoke, "Before I got here. I had orientation. A language course. It was in Chicago. My last day there, I saw you. On the street. You didn't see me, obviously. I wrote that letter because I wanted you to know everything. Not just what happened with Pete, but everything about me and you and us. All the things I felt. I didn't want to have any regrets." She'd been staring at the tiled kitchen table up until now, bravely she looked up at him. He was staring at her, surprised, but calm. "I went to the hotel where you were staying." Her cheeks burned at the admission of her stalking. "I was going to see you, give you the letter, tell you before I left how sorry I was, about everything. But then there you were in the lounge. I saw you with that woman." Her voice caught a bit, but she continued, "I saw you leave with her. So, I left. But I saw Cameron, in the bathroom. I threw away the letter. It didn't matter anymore. We spoke...Cameron and I. And then I left and I came here. She must have found the letter and given it to you." Caroline shrugged, "So I guess that's it."

Sid pulled out a chair and sat heavily into it. Then dropped his head into his hands.

Caroline just watched him. She didn't want to cry, but she was getting dangerously close.

Finally, Sid looked up, he looked so weary. "I didn't sleep with her." he said hoarsely.

Caroline colored immediately, she wasn't sure she wanted to talk about this part.

"I was miserable that night. I've been miserable since I left your house. I had thought that would help, but it didn't. I kissed her. That's all. I kissed her because everything hurt and I just wanted to feel something other than sadness."

Caroline nodded in understanding.

"I love you Caroline." Sid said looking across the table at her. "I never stopped loving you. I don't know what could happen for me ever to stop loving you. Everything got so messed up and I was so mad and hurt and I thought that it would just be easier if we weren't together, but I was wrong. I know its been a while and a lot has happened, but I don't want to lose you. Your letter, it was amazing. And it made me realize so many things. I made a lot of mistakes but I want to fight for this, for us."

Caroline worried her lip, and sat down too. She put her hands in her lap and stared at them.

"I love you too Sid." She shrugged and looked up at him, "I always will. But I didn't like who I was with you. It's hard saying that. Especially with you, here, in front of me. I didn't like how I was, especially at the end. I became so desperate, so needy, so scared that one false move and you would leave. I was lying so much to you and to myself and I hated it. I made such a terrible mistake, but thinking that you wouldn't understand is what I am most sorry about. I didn't trust you. I didn't want Pete, I never wanted him. I was so stupid, but that's all it was. Stupidity. My heart, it's always belonged you. I don't think it knows where else to be. I was childish, I know that deep down, even if for a second I wanted to know how to hurt you, the way you hurt me. And that is just so fundamentally wrong. And seeing you with that girl, woman. I don't know, it made me realize how easily I can break. And how you must have felt, when you found out from Pete what happened. I can't take that back. That hurt. I did that to you. And now I realize, maybe you were right. Maybe things run their course, serve their purpose and move on. You needed me this year. And I needed you. And now...I don't know, maybe we don't need each other anymore."

"You really think that?" Sid's voice was hoarse and he was looking at her like she'd broken his heart all over again.

She blinked hard and the tears fell freely.

"I think that's the truth. That letter. I meant every word. I love you, I hate what I did and I hope you can forgive me. But I'm not cut out for this. I can't do this again. I'm not strong enough." She looked away, too ashamed to look him in the eye.

"Well, unfortunately I disagree." His voice was so matter of fact that she couldn't help but stare at him in surprise.

"Huh?"

Sid shrugged. "I don't believe that. I don't believe you. You hide behind not being strong enough but I know that's not true. I was wrong Care, I was an idiot thinking that there was some sort of expiration date on this. I know deep in my heart that we are meant to be together. I know it like I know the sky is blue and 2+2=4. I didn't do a very good job of making you understand that. And it's something I want to work on. I know I said I wouldn't do things and I did them anyway. Like the way I speak to you sometimes." Now it was a flushed Sidney who had to look away. "I did some thinking over the past few weeks and I realized that I don't always treat us as equals. I could have said no that night. Or at least made some compromises, but I didn't. I truly thought being at the rink was more important. But it wasn't. Being there for you needs to be my number one priority if this is going to work, the right way. I need for us to be on a level playing field. I should have said no to Cameron from the beginning, or at least tried not to do everything at once. I want to make you happy, but I also want to fulfill obligations. But you shouldn't be on the sacrificed side all the time. I...I should apologize to you. Because I remembered. I remembered you trying to tell me about what happened and I wouldn't let you talk, I steamrolled over you because I was so concerned about myself and I know that needs to stop, but I refuse to give up on us. I refuse to believe that you're not strong enough. The shit you have put up with is staggering. From me, from my family, from the fans. I went to see you. The day you left."

Caroline's eyes widened.

"I flew in from Halifax, that Monday. I had...let's just say, a discussion with my dad. I realized a lot of things about his and my relationship and you and me and how I do to you what my dad does to me. And you knew I was doing it and you let me, because you'd rather take the hurt than put any added stress on me. Your neighbor told me about what happened. The reporters, the harassment, the phone calls."

Caroline squirmed in her seat. The memories of how awful those weeks were came flooding back. The cruelness of the fans, when they'd found out their hero had been wronged by her.

Sid's eyes were soft on hers, "You've taken on so much since we got together. And you never complained. Not once. Not after all the mistakes I made and then you make one mistake and I crucified you. I talk down to you. I treated you like you weren't as important as my career. That you weren't my entire world, when that's exactly what you are. I'm so ashamed of what I put you through and what you had to go through these past few weeks from the media and the public. I didn't know, but I should have. And I'm so sorry Caroline, I'm so sorry."

Caroline didn't know what to say. She wasn't expecting him to be so aware of all that. She knew that he had a tendency to scold her and she would take it, instead of giving it right back. She tried so hard to tread the line of supporter and her own person. But sometimes it was just too hard. She hated to admit that it reverted back to who they were. If this was ever going to work, they had to be on even ground. 50/50. But how to do that?

Caroline took a minute to ensure that her voice stayed steady. "I know you hold people to a certain standard. Especially those close to you. I know that, I respect that. I didn't want to make anything harder for you. But I can't lose myself by doing that. I can't sacrifice my feelings and needs just so you can skate through without added stress. But I can work on being more understanding."

Hope blossomed in Sid's chest. Was she saying what he thought she was saying. Was this still salvageable?

Caroline recognized the look in his eyes and gave a worried look, "I just don't want to end up in the same place, six months down the road."

She was uncertain, but not out of reach. He could bring them back, they could get to that place again.

"So we'll take it slowly. Work on being better to each other. I think its fair to say that...certain parts of our relationships come easier than others."

The twinkle in his eye was mistakable, as Caroline felt the familiar heat creep up her neck. How was he able to stay so composed, when she felt like a bowlful of jelly talking all this out?

"You make it sound so easy." Caroline said a slight tremble to her voice.

Sid shrugged, "It is. Loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done. Being who I want to be for you has been the hardest. But if I don't fight for this, then what's the point of anything?"

Caroline was quiet. The heartache, the sleepness nights, the endless tears, it had taken so long to get to this place. Could she take the gamble and try again?

Suddenly she felt tired and overwhelmed.

"I thought I was finally over you." She said softly, the light tears swimming in her eyes.

He refused to flinch, but kept her steady gaze, "But?"

She shook her head and swiped her eyes. "It has be different this time."

A grinned spread over his face and he jumped from his seat.

He was to her side in two strides.

"And can take it slow?" she managed to squeak out, as he yanked her up from her seat, pulled her into his arms. He nodded, his fingers brushing across her forehead so tenderly. He was so close again, she could make out every freckle and scar on his handsome face, the crooked smile close up. The golden flecks in his eyes danced and he nodded slowly. "Yes, whatever you need."

She smiled back, truly smiled for the first time in months. His arms around her, his body so solid and so close. All the homesickness that had clouded over her for weeks dissipated. He was home to her.

His face grew serious, his eyes so intent on hers. "I'm going to kiss you now, Caroline."

Her heart started beating double time and the clench in her belly returned after being gone for so long.

She nodded, "Ok."

Sid smiled and bent his head, his lips brushing against hers, ever so lightly. The softness of his lips she'd missed so dearly. Her lips moved against his, their bodies finally rejoicing that their heads had finally caught up with their hearts. His arms closed over her tighter, as his mouth pressed harder against hers. She moaned and instantly his tongue took advantage of the open door her mouth had given him. His tongue was light, searching but hesitant, but when it found hers, they tangled instantly. Slowly they moved together, reacquainting themselves with one another. Quickly the sweet slow burn turned heated and slightly frantic. His mouth began to plunder hers and she gladly sped up to meet the eagerness. She felt her brain go to that fuzzy, intoxicated feeling as she concentrated on the sensations of his mouth and the delicious things it was doing to hers. He pulled her tighter and she could feel his arousal clearly against her thigh. It was enough to bring her back to earth. He was right. There were certain aspects of their relationship that came very easy. Reluctantly she pulled back, her mouth swollen and cheeks warm. Her heart flopped at his equally swollen lips and flushed cheeks.

"Slow." She said telling herself just as much as telling him.

He nodded.

Suddenly she became very aware of her surroundings and the two different worlds they were living in. The opportunity to try again was more than she could hope for, but how would it work when he left in a few days and they were apart until the start of training camp in late September. Reality reared it's ugly head and the euphoria that filled her when his mouth met hers, drained out of her.

"What's wrong?" his brow furrowed as he leaned his forehead against hers.

Pulling away, she began to ramble. "How long are you visiting for? How is this going to work? How we work on this 4000 miles away from another? Maybe we should just wait. See how we feel in September. Start over then. I just don't think I can have this taken away again." She gestured between the two of them, her voice high and fast. Her nerves taking over and scrambling her brain.

"Caroline, take a breath." Sid said kindly, his hand on her arm, moving slowly up and down her soft skin, soothing her instantly.

She did as he instructed and as a reward he brushed his lips lightly across the corner of her mouth.

"I had an idea," he said, his voice quiet. "What would you think of me staying here for the rest of the summer?"

Caroline stared at him befuddled.

"Well, not here, here. But here in town. Would they allow that? I made some calls and I can travel to Malaga during the day, there is a hockey club in the city with a pretty decent facility. And then in the evenings we can do things together. You know...date. We never really got to do a lot of that in the beginning. Weekends too, I mean I know you have your trips but I thought I could tag along. Do you think that would be alright?"

Caroline's mind was swimming but she nodded, "Yes, some of the other people in the program brought their spouses and significant others, but Sid, can you do that? What about all your commitments?"

"Cancelled. Cleared my summer schedule completely. I was really betting on this going well." He grinned boyishly and Caroline found the tears welling up again...only these were happy tears.

"Are you serious?" she asked, her voice wavering.

He nodded. "Totally serious. I rented a place in town and already had all my gear shipped here. I can start training tomorrow and schedule my day however I want, which means, I can be back here by midafternoon. We need this Caroline. You and me. No distractions. We can find that balance and take it back to Pittsburgh. We can make this work. I believe that. I love you, Care."

She launched herself into his arms, her mouth pressed against his. It was like a mirage. A dream. She clung to him tightly, proving to herself that this was real. That this was happening. There was still a lot to work out. This time the stakes were high, as neither could survive another broken heart. But she had hope and she had him and finally her head and her heart could find peace.

***Author's note: Ah so of course this took about 10 different drafts, trying to get it quite right. I feel like I get too wordy in the make up scenes, I definitely make these two quite evolved pretty quickly, both owning up to their faults so quickly and easily, but to be honest, I just want everything to be okay again. I chalk it up to the fact that I've characterized both of them as very eager to please type of people, so hopefully this all makes sense. Sooooo...now this means that the story is indeed wrapping up. But I'm at least devoting two chapters to pure happy fluff, filled with lots of sickening sweetness and lots of sex (I do want some build up...although its been way too long!). I realize that to my poor readers that it really has been one drama after the next and we all need some good old fashioned fun and sweetness. I feel like this story has really gone in many directions and not exactly how I anticipated. It's had it's ups and downs for sure. I feel like I got better as a writer, but my plots were weak at times. Idk, I get very critical of myself. Any who, I am so appreciative to all of you who have stuck with me and been such supporters. Really without you all I would have prolly given up around chapter 4. So don't worry, there is still a little more to come. Thanks again for your reviews and feedback, its a great motivator. I must say I'm bummed about Team USA, but definitely not bummed about all the great Sid action we are seeing in Sochi...holy hotness in all that red and white! He can tap my maple tree anytime (lol, that was terrible).***