Hey guys, c'est moi, la worym! My sugarbowl is still on strike (he wants better wages) but I've decided to give chapter fifteen a shot. Please forgive me, but it's a tad short. Please find it in your hearts to forgive me. Also, school has started and that means homework. :hiss: I heard that I might not be allowed to answer reviews in my chapters (Due to the laws of not my choice. I rather enjoy answering reviews). Since I'm not sure, I'm going to answer them anyway. If any of you know if it's true, please let me know in a review. Also, my new story is in the works. I don't like how it turned out, so I'm going to rewrite chapter one before I write chapter two. Please read it. Anyway, review answers;

To Rose: I will update more often, I promise.

To Chief-Marmoset: I love your name. It reminds me of a friends story in which marmosets play a role. If you want to read it, her name is Romanshoes. It's really funny, and the character, Crystena, is based off of me::beams: Yes, I do act like that sometimes. :sheepish grin:

To anotherchance: As soon as my sugarbowl and I have reconciled, I will send him (chock full of sugar XD) to haunt your driver friend. Though the other day, a driver was nice enough to stop as he was pulling away to let me on the bus. So maybe not ALL drivers are mean; just some of them. Or maybe I got a saint among bus drivers. I do try to be prompt, because I know that some of my favorite stories haven't been updated anywhere from months to years, which can get pretty darn depressing.

To Yazmari::Salutes: Yes ma'am. I will attempt to do as you have requested, sir, I mean ma'am.

To Zeetah: Thank you, I do try really hard to make my characters human. I have never encountered a mary-sue, but I do know that readers hate them. So, as much as it pains me, I give my characters flaws. Like Molly and Rick being afraid to admit their feeling and Mia, who is afraid of, well, you'll find out.

To Celestial Secrets: Sounds good. I went ahead and typed the small scenes that :hint hint: appear in this chapter, can you tell me what you think?

To Batya: No actually the sugarbowl thing came from when a friend of mine (rauka, read her stuff!) and I were munching Air Heads. I had one too many, and started spewing a huge load of brilliant fanfiction ideas, and this escalated to a fiction about me her and my sugarbowl, and our encounters with a huge load of random anime characters. I haven't finished it quite yet, but it might go up soon. Keep an eye out for it.

To Lady Venya of the isle: Thank you.

Also, a quick greeting to all of my new reviewers who joined the crew during chapter fourteen.

Guys, just cause I'm anal retentive, I need to have 125 reviews before chapter sixteen goes up. So please (stealing from rauka, a friend on this quote) obey the pretty button at the end of the fic. Thank you.

Last Time: (Lots of authors do this, and I've decided to do the same, What do you think? Good idea or bad?)

"The door's not there."

"WHAT?"

"WHAT?"

Mia nodded. She went over to her closet door and opened it a small crack slowly. She looked in cautiously and then shook her head. Then she opened the door all the way. The three companions looked in. There was nothing but Mia's clothes and shoes. There was a moment of silence and then

"You really need to clean your closet out, Mia." Rick said calmly.

Mia smacked him upside the head.

"How can you joke at a time like this? What are we going to do?"

"Well, the first thing YOU are going to do is calm down." Molly said sternly.

Mia took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"You're right," She admitted begrudgingly. "There has to be a reasonable explanation for this."

All three thought for a moment, and the Rick said

"Maybe we all need to be wearing our links for the door to appear."

Molly glanced at Mia, who shrugged and said

"It's worth a shot. Let's try it."

So they all tied their links on and Mia opened the closet door. As she opened it, she thought

'Please let it be there. It sounds strange, but I feel more at home there than I ever did here.'

Now:

The three friends peered anxiously into Mia's closet. To their joy the door was there. Mia rushed over and yanked on the door handle. The door wouldn't budge. After a few moments of tugging at the handle, Mia slammed her fist against it in frustration. Then she leaned her forehead against the door and closed her eyes. She turned around only when she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Rick, with Molly one step behind, both looking at her with worried expressions.

"Are you okay, Mia?" Rick asked quietly, giving her a searching look.

Mia sighed forlornly and ran a hand over the carvings in the door. Without turning around, she said

"I don't know. I've lived here my whole life, and we were only there for a week. But it felt…it felt like home."

Mia didn't have to turn around to see the weird looks that her friends were giving her. She could feel them on her back. Finally, Molly broke the silence.

"You aren't…you aren't thinking of, of staying, are you?"

Mia shook her head dejectedly. She turned and said

"I'm so unsure of so many things right now. I don't know what I'm going to do. I mean, Tortall has nothing to offer me."

Rick grinned cheekily.

"Almost nothing; are we so soon forgetting about a certain inventor who someone whose name will not be mentioned seemed to be VERY fond of?"

Mia glared and then grinned.

"Okay, okay, scratch my last statement. Make it almost nothing." She said, making air quotes with her fingers.

Rick laughed, but Molly still looked upset.

"Mia, what if you stay and I never see you again? I can't replace you."

"Well, DUH! I am one of a kind after all." Mia said in a fake haughty voice.

"Yep, no one is as annoying as you are, Mia." Rick said casually.

Mia smacked him upside the head.

Molly laughed, and for a moment, the previous conversation was forgotten. Mia rubbed the back of her head and said

"So, how are we going to go about fixing this little dilemma?"

GAH! It's still REALLY short! Please don't stop reading! I'm sorry! The next chapter requires me to do some research (reading through the TP books to base the next bit on) before I can begin to write it. How ever, if there's someone whom I can trust would be willing to help me with my research, would you please email me? As a matter of fact, if you want to email me for any reason pertaining to the fic, including berating me for slow updates, I love hearing from my readers. I check my email every few days, so I should get back to you pretty fast. SO, with that said, I must bid you adieu, until the next chapter!

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