December, 1979

'I'm looking for,' Remus panted out, sliding to a stop in front on the reception desk, 'Sirius Black.'

The receptionist (Tabitha Williams, her name tag read) blinked, astonished my Remus's sudden appearance. 'Er…just hold on a minute,' she said in her best professional voice as, much to Remus's irritation, she bent down to look through the hospital records. 'Ah, he's down to your second left, room two-o-eight.'

Remus muttered a thank you before taking off in the fastest sprint of his life, bumping shoulders with healers and other visitors as he hurried to get past them. His heart was beating at a furious pace; his mind conjuring up mental images of what could have happened to Sirius. He had never quite heard what Dumbledore had said after their brief meeting regarding the werewolf mission, which Remus had attended to as soon as he'd reached London. He had simply managed to catch the words "Sirius", "hurt", and "Mungo's" before he had dashed into the fireplace.

'Two-o-five, two-o-six,' Remus counted down as he passed each room, 'two-o-seven, two-o-' he stopped when he noticed a Medi-witch and wizard walking out of the door. The Medi-witch carried a tray full of potions (one, which Remus noticed, was Dreamless Sleep), and she kept glancing at the Medi-wizard worryingly as he painfully limped beside her. The man looked like he'd been kicked in the balls.

Remus let them pass before bursting in through the door. 'Sirius!'

Remus recognised that head of short, black hair anywhere, even if most of it was hidden beneath stark white sheets along with the rest of the body.

Sirius got up blearily upon hearing his name, his sheets sliding off his shoulders and pooling in his lap. 'Moony?' He blinked a few times before rubbing both eyes with his fists.

Remus's eyes rapidly scanned Sirius's form, searching for any sort of injury or mark that might indicate to what happened; if he was okay; if he was really as hurt as Remus's morbid imaginations had made them out to be. Somewhat satisfied when he found nothing, Remus fast walked to Sirius's bedside, carelessly brushing past the curtains that separated Sirius's bed from the next patient's.

'Hello, Padfoot,' Remus muttered softly, affectionately, as he stroked Sirius's cheek with the back of his hand.

Sirius smiled contently, leaning into Remus's touch. 'Moony,' his voice sounded tired, complementing the soft droop of his eyes. 'I knew you were coming. No one believed me, but I knew…'

The blue curtains behind Remus swung open noisily. 'He's right, you know. He was really restless today; wouldn't take his potions and when they tried to force feed him, he kicked one of them in the balls.'

For a second, Remus's mind shut down from sensory overload and the pain it took to process so much information together. He reached out to touch the figure that now sat upright in front of him, legs swinging merrily. 'Prongs? What the hell?'

James smiled cheerfully. 'Afternoon, Moony.'

'Dumbledore didn't tell me you were- fuck!' Remus got up swiftly and hugged James. 'What are you doing here?' he asked, disentangling, but keeping an anxious arm around James's shoulder. 'How did you - are you alright?' A sudden thought came up in his head. 'Is Lily alright? Shit, James, the baby-'

James grabbed his upper arms firmly and shook him. 'Calm down, Moony, everyone's fine, I promise. Lily's a little frazzled, but otherwise safe. She's at my mum's place.'

Remus heaved a sigh of relief, feeling embarrassingly sentimental and pulling James into another hug. James laughed but otherwise said nothing. His hold on Remus tightened slightly though, betraying the casualness in his tone.

'We met him, Moony,' James said quietly into Remus's shoulder. 'Lily and I, we met him. Voldemort.'

Remus felt his fist tighten around the back of James' robes from a mixture of anger, fear, and extreme hatred. 'Did he do anything to any of you?' he asked, possessive and protective of all of them suddenly. They were his friends, his family, they were… 'Did he hurt you?'

James smiled reassuringly. 'It wasn't too bad. Couple of bruises and wayward hexes. There were a lot of us, so we scraped through. Can't say it wasn't terrifying though.'

'Moony,' Sirius whined suddenly, alarming Remus who, in all his worry, had almost forgotten that Sirius was right beside them. 'Moony,' he said again, this time pouting and trying to hold up his droopy eyes long enough to look supremely pathetic. 'Prongs is stupid,' he stated, holding his arms out towards Remus like a child.

Remus realised he still had James in a sort of one armed hug and frowned at Sirius's petulant and possessive expression. James, however, simply grinned knowingly, squeezed Remus one more time before planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

'Moony!' Sirius spread his arms wider, hands opening and closing in a beckoning gesture.

Remus, disgusted by the amount of residue saliva James had left on his face and heavily puzzled at his lover's behaviour, pinched the bridge of his nose. He finally shrugged and indulged in Sirius when James's grin threatened to fall off his face and Sirius's whine threatened to make his ears bleed deaf.

'What's wrong with him?' Remus asked James, as Sirius pulled him tighter and snuggled into him, making soft happy noises that sounded more dog than human. 'He's acting odder than normal.'

'Ah,' James said in a mock grim tone, 'He takes five different kinds of potions everyday…they sort of make him a little…' James crossed his eyes as explanation.

'That's not true!' Sirius exclaimed so vehemently that he almost knocked poor Remus off the bed. He pulled Remus back before resuming his adamant position. 'I'm not…I'm not-' Sirius tried to cross his eyes, scrunching up his face and looking remarkably constipated.

James looked at Sirius pointedly. 'You see what I mean?'

Remus didn't know what to say as he watched Sirius give up and rest his head against Remus's chest, drawing patterns into his shirt that felt distinctly like little flowers and hearts. 'You're itchy,' he commented idly, reaching up to scratch Remus's day old stubble instead of his own.

'Don't worry; he'll drop off in a second or two.'

As if in reply, Sirius let out a large snore before snuffling into Remus's shirt.

'Well, that's a relief,' Remus remarked, gently pushing Sirius mouth close before the drool managed to soak his shirt completely. Out of habit, he rubbed Sirius's back soothingly, hand slipping under his hospital robes and finding a heavy set of bandages covering familiar smooth skin. 'What happened, Prongs?' he asked, the worried tone now back in his voice, as he fingered the circle of bandages that wound up from the small of Sirius's back, around his stomach, to just below his chest. 'What happened to all of you?'

'You know what happened, Moony, you're smart enough to figure it out.' James held up a hand when Remus tried to protest. 'I can't tell you the finer details, not here, not now.'

Remus nodded reluctantly.

'We lost a few men,' James continued solemnly. 'The healer says I should be able to get out by tonight or tomorrow morning. I'll explain everything to you then.'

'What about Padfoot?' he asked, absently moving Sirius fringe out of his eyes.

James shrugged. 'I don't know. Padfoot was in a real state, Moony. A day earlier and you would have gone mental; legs broken, arms bleeding, and that wasn't even the worst of it. In fact, they healed those easily; it was his back that really suffered the damage. His skin was totally burnt off and there were traces of Dark magic under his flesh, and they didn't know how to-'

'I don't think I want to hear anymore, James,' Remus said, feeling nauseous. 'I really don't. I'm just glad you're all safe, that's enough for now.'

James looked at him apologetically. 'I don't suppose you'll be sharing the finer details of your mission with us, eh?' he asked, obviously trying to change the subject into something more comfortable.

Remus hoisted Sirius up a fraction, so that his head was now comfortably cradled in the crook of his neck. 'I don't think I can, Prongs. I mean Dumbledore said-'

Their conversation was interrupted by a loud crashing sound, and Remus was only able to catch a glimpse of platinum blond hair before the door banged shut.

'Was that Elf?' Remus looked at James questioningly, to which James simply shrugged. Remus glanced back at the door thoughtfully. Making up his mind, he gently laid Sirius down on the pillows. 'I'll be right back.'

'Elf!' Remus couldn't figure out why the boy was running away from him, and he sped up out of sheer curiosity. 'Elphias, will you please stop?' He finally caught up to the young boy at the entrance of Mungo's, placing a firm, restraining arm on Elphias's shoulder and making him turn around swiftly.

'I'm really sorry, Remy!' Elphias cried out suddenly, startling Remus. 'I tried, hones'!' He really did look desperately sorry, and Remus would have appreciated it more if he knew exactly what Elphias had done to be sorry about.

'What are you talking about? Elf, what-'

Elphias tugged at his hair lightly 'I was suppos'd to watch Mr. Black's back, but I-'

Remus grabbed Elphias by the forearms, squeezing tightly. 'Quiet! Don't you know better than to talk about things like this outside?' Elphias looked more frightened than ever, and Remus realised that he was holding the poor boy a little too hard. Apologetically, he rubbed Elphias's upper arms before letting go. 'Sorry; look, why don't you come back to my flat for a cup of tea and we'll talk there. Does that sound all right?'

'But-'

'Come on, no one's told me anything yet, and I'd like to know what's going on.' He smiled reassuringly. 'You look like you could do with something to eat.'

'I-don' know where to apparate to,' Elphias said nervously. 'I don' wanna cause no trouble or nothin'.'

Remus waved it off, grabbing Elphias by the wrist before he could protest any further and apparating to the front of their flat door.

'Sit down, make yourself comfortable while I make us some tea,' Remus said, getting in and hanging his keys on the hook. 'You can dump your coat on one of the chairs if you like.'

Elphias shook his head, wrapping his arms around himself from the cold. 'You got a very nice 'ome,' he commented courteously, sitting down on the couch.

Remus raised a sardonic eyebrow as he looked around the piles of discarded clothing, dirty plates in the sink, and bit of what looked suspiciously like black dog fur scattered on the floor. The two of them were messy enough when Remus was around, but Sirius seemed to have gone to the point of disgusting these past few days alone. Remus shook his head hopelessly and put the kettle to boil.

'Tell me what happened, Elf.'

Elphias nodded, glancing up briefly at Remus and then quickly looking down. 'Please, Remy, don' be angry.'

'I won't be angry,' Remus said gently as he rummaged inside the fridge to find something edible. 'I'm sorry if I came out a bit brash earlier, Elf. I just came back home today and everything's a complete muddle. I hope you understand.' He salvaged a few pieces of bologna and a packet of bread with flourish.

Elphias shifted uncomfortably in his seat. 'I was walkin' Mr. Black 'ome when we spotted 'em Death Eaters. I tried to stop 'im, I did, I swear it, but 'e told me to send for help and he'd fight. I ran back as fast as I could to help, and tha's when I saw one o' 'em shoot the Kedavra, you know.'

'The Killing Curse?' Remus asked, horrified, and nearly dropping the plate in his hands. James had told him it was bad, but he hadn't for one second thought the Avada Kedavra might have been used.

'Tha's the one. An' Mr. Black couldn' move neither 'cause 'e was trapped under his bike and was tryin' to shoot curses the whole time.'

Remus's fists clenched and unclenched; he needed a fag. 'Merlin. How did he escape?'

'It was shite amazin', Remy, 'e transformed! Into a dog!' Elphias's eyes lit up with childish excitement. 'The curse only grazed his fur a bit.'

Remus remembered what James had said about the injury on Sirius's back and felt his throat tighten. It was a close miss, a lucky one; had the curse touched flesh instead of fur, Sirius would be dead right now. A degree lower, and Remus would be facing the dead body of the one person he'd ever fallen in love with.

'Elphias,' Remus said seriously, now pouring the tea into two individual cups. 'I need to ask you a question and I want you to give a truthful answer, all right?'

Elphias nodded, looking a tad intimidated by Remus's sudden stern tone.

'Did anyone else see Sirius transform?'

'No,' Elphias replied confidently, sitting up straight. 'No one but me.'

Remus closed his eyes from relief. 'Good. One lump or two, Elf?'

'Five.'

Remus dropped the sugar into the cup, stirring absently. His hand was shaking from the sheer need of cigarette, but he quelled it down.

'Remy?' Elphias watched Remus unsurely as he laid the tea and sandwiches on a tray. 'There was this Death Eater. I don' think he saw Mr. Black, but…but I think 'e was tryin' to 'elp us…sort of.'

Remus's head shot up and his eyes sharpened.

''E blasted the pipes on the bike 'xactly when Mr. Black transformed. I mean, it could 'ave been bad aim, but it looked deliberate to me eyes. I could be wrong.'

Remus remembered the Death Eater that had helped him and his father during their first attack. 'Did you see him, Elf?' he asked, his heart beating for the answer that was to come as he lay down the tray on the coffee table and sat down beside the boy. 'Did you see what he looked like?'

Elphias shook his head apologetically. 'They was wearing masks, Remy, I didn't see none o' them.' He bit into a sandwich, swallowing quickly. ''E was a bit short though, sorta round too, if you catch me drift.'

Remus frowned; it wasn't the same person. This meant that there was more than one Death Eater who was on their side. Who were they? Did they know of the Order, or were they already working for it? Dumbledore, for all his talk, was a secretive old man; perhaps, they were his spies? Or maybe…maybe they were regretting their decision; maybe they were under the Imperio and fighting it; maybe…there were too many maybes.

'Fuck,' Remus exclaimed, drinking his tea swiftly and scalding his tounge.

'I don' know wha' 'appened after that. The others came, an' Mr. Potter said to take Mr. Black to Mungo's. 'E said I wasn' to come back to fight wit' the others, an' that I was to not leave Mr. Black's side.'

Remus nodded. That sounded very much like something James would say. 'I need a favour from you, Elf, a very important favour. Is that okay?'

'Anythin', Remy,' Elphias replied sincerely, placing a hand over Remus's.

Remus smile uneasily. 'I need you to keep Sirius's Animagus a secret. He's unregistered and if someone found out, it would mean big trouble for him. You haven't told anyone, have you?'

Elphias shook his head vigorously.

Remus heaved a large sigh of relief, feeling a burden being taken off his shoulders. 'Thank you. Thank you so much, for everything.'

'You really love 'im, don' you?' Elphias asked suddenly, his hand enclosing tightly around Remus's as he looked at the werewolf with an unreadable expression.

Remus, taken aback at the forwardness of the question, simple blinked for a while. 'Yes, I do,' he replied, seeing no point in hiding or denying it.

Elphias nodded sadly, taking his hand off of Remus's. 'Then I'm very sorry for all the worry I caused you. I didn' me-'

'Elphias, will you shut up!' Remus snapped. 'The whole time you've been rambling about how everything's your fault and how sorry you are, when as far as I can see, you're not even at fault here. For God's sakes, if it weren't for you, Sirius wouldn't even be alive today.'

Elphias blinked rapidly, looking down at the carpet. 'You're the only one who thinks that, Remy. Everyone else-' Elf's voice cracked unexpectedly and he took a breath to steady himself. 'Everyone else says that it woulda never 'ave 'appened if someone else woulda been with Mr. Black. They say Dumbledore shoulda never have bough' a child like me in the first place.'

'They're just-'

'The Prewetts died, you know,' Elphias stated miserably, still not taking his eyes off the floor. 'In the fight, against five of 'em Death Eaters.'

Remus's body went rigid with shock. The Prewetts? The two brothers whom Remus and Sirius had always flirted with; always had fun with and laughed with? They were the two most brilliant fighters in the Order and the bravest as well. Remus felt a sudden sense of loss at their death and at the same time, a traitorous part of him was thankful that it wasn't James, or Lily, or Peter, or Sirius.

'They had a funeral yesterday.' Elphias sniffed. 'Mary – Marlene – said I wasn' to come 'cause Mrs. Weasley was real upset and it wouldn' 'ave done to have me there.'

Remus frowned, wondering why someone like Marlene, who had always been so kind back in school, would say something like that. Remus placed a comforting hand on the middle of Elphias's back. 'Look Elf-'

'I'm quittin', Remy.' Elphias said, and Remus was surprised to see large tears fall from his eyes. 'I'm quittin' the Order.' He wiped his nose on his sleeve. 'I didn' sign up for this...these killin's, an' these mindless fights. I'm not fit for it either, so I should just go back 'ome. I was better there 'neways.'

Remus rubbed Elphias's back comfortingly, feeling horribly sorry for the poor boy. 'Listen, hey, listen to me. You're just scared, Elf and its okay to be scared, but it's not okay to give up this easily. You saw that attack, right? You saw it, and this was only one of them. These people…these Death Eaters do this sort of thing everyday…they kill people for no reason, they cause trouble, they hurt people, only because they think they're higher than the rest of us.' Remus smiled kindly when Elphias looked up at him. 'They killed my father too, you know, and I gave up for a while…just like you.'

Elphias looked at him with teary, admiring eyes. 'But you came back?' he asked softly.

Remus smiled and slapped him lightly on the cheek. 'I came back.'

'Why?'

Why? Sometimes Remus asked himself the same question, and the answer was too complicated, too vast to put into simple words. So he said the next best thing: 'I found my own reasons to fight, and so will you…'

Suddenly, Elphias pulled Remus into a tight hug, sniffling lightly and rubbing his eyes on the cloth of Remus's shoulder. Remus patted his back awkwardly, not sure what else to do. 'Do I 'ave to find it now?' Elphias asked, his voice still small but gaining back a little of his characteristic cheek.

Remus laughed loudly, ruffling Elphias's hair. 'It'll come to you in time. Look, thank you for everything. I wish we could talk longer, but I promised Pron-James that I'd come back to the hospital. It's been a long time, and I haven't seen any of my friends properly.'

''S o'right. I got work; Mrs. Shuman only gave me a couple o' minutes break to visit Mr. Black. She'd be righ' furious if I don' get there soon.'

Remus disentangled from Elphias's prolonged hug. 'Be good, try not to shag her, eh?'

Elphias laughed but didn't comment any further as he straightened his scarf and cap. 'Ta, Remy,' he whispered, leaning forwards and pressing a swift kiss on Remus's cheek before walking out the door.

Remus watched the door close behind him, one surprised hand pressed to the cheek where Elphias had kissed him. He smiled and shook his head in exasperation. 'You'll never change.'

XxxxX

Sirius got out of the showers to find Remus sitting at the table, hunched over a pile of papers and scribbling at a furious rate. He was momentarily reminded of earlier years in Hogwarts just before a test. Sirius shook off the unexpected wave of nostalgia and walked over to his lover, looping both arms around his shoulders and kissing him on the cheek.

'Come to bed, Moony,' Sirius whispered against Remus's skin, trailing soft kisses down his jaw.

Remus met Sirius's lips briefly before going back to his writing. 'Did you take your potions?'

Sirius pouted. 'I had them after dinner in front of you, remember?'

Remus raised an eyebrow, surprised that Sirius was still awake. Dinner had been two hours ago; had he taken a nap in the bath?

Sirius nudged Remus's cheek insistently with his nose.

'Just give me five minutes, Padfoot. I'm nearly done.'

Sirius scowled, gently taking away Remus's quill from his hand and putting it away. 'No more work, Moony, you just came back.'

'Padfoot,' Remus protested weakly, one hair already tangling in Sirius's damp hair as the Animagus nibbled at his ear. 'Wait.'

'I missed you pathetic, you know.' Sirius whispered, one hand now snaking down to lift Remus's shirt in search of skin. 'You've become like a disease now…more than ever…like plague or somewhat.'

'Thank you for the compliment. I missed you too…just-' Sirius's hand went lower and Remus lost coherent speech for a while. It took all his strength to move Sirius's hand away from his crotch. 'Look, just go to bed and I'll be right along, I promise. I just need to-'

Sirius, disgruntled, removed his hands and occupied them in scanning through Remus's papers. 'What is all this? Daily Prophet, The Guardian, Telegraph, Mirror…what are you doing, Moony?'

Remus arranged the papers neatly in place. 'Research; I'm trying to see if I can find any werewolf sightings. Get a head start on my next mission. You wouldn't believe it, but these sort of things are more common in muggle tabloi-'

'You're going again?' Sirius asked, his face suddenly falling to an expression of disappointment and incredulity.

Remus nodded. 'Soon, yes; Dumbledore reckons the werewolves might join our side; they don't seem too keen with Voldemort anyway.'

Sirius looked at his disbelievingly, as if Remus had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. 'But you just came back, Moony! You can't go again!'

Remus frowned, turning in his chair to face Sirius properly. 'I'll be here for another month or so, Padfoot, and I'll only be gone for a couple of weeks. It's not that big a deal.'

'I-No, Moony,' Sirius said stubbornly, crossing his arms across his chest. 'I don't want you to go.'

Remus rolled his eyes in exasperation. 'You know I'm going to, Padfoot, no matter what you say.'

'I'm your lover, your best friend; surely my words hold some significance to you!' Sirius yelled, slamming the table with his fist angrily.

Remus sighed, taking Sirius's hands in his. 'Padfoot, this is my chance…this is what I've been wanting for so long…a chance to actually mean something.' He entwined their fingers, squeezing tightly, willing his lover to understand. 'Do you realise that everything I say could determine whether or not our forces can expand; that every word is influential.' He looked up into Sirius's defiant grey eyes. 'This is my chance to make my place in this war. No one else can do this.'

'What about me?' Sirius asked, in a small voice, tugging at Remus's hands lightly. 'What about what I want?'

'I thought you wanted to fight, Padfoot. I thought, if anyone, it would be you who would encourage me to go ahead and try my best.'

'I do,' Sirius replied, thoroughly conflicted, 'but I wanted to do it together…all of us…but you seem to be always getting ahead of yourself…moving away from us…from me.'

Remus breathed deeply, pulling Sirius closer so that he stood between Remus's knees. 'Padfoot, I'm not going anywhere. Look, your internship's starting soon, too. You'll be off to some foreign country, fighting away your own battles. I'm not complaining; this is what we each have to do. And you'll be so busy then, you won't even notice I'm gone.'

Sirius looked away. 'I'd like you there when I come home…'

Remus looked at his lover searchingly, noting the way he avoided Remus's eyes, the way his jaw twitched periodically, and his grip on Remus's hands tightened then slackened. 'Sirius, that's not the real reason at all, is it? I can tell you're searching for excuses. What's this really about?'

Sirius shrugged, not denying Remus's accusation. 'It's nothing. I just wanted you here with me. It's not too much to ask, is it?'

Remus frowned thoughtfully. 'Are you scared I'll get hurt, is that it? I told you, Padfoot, these people; they're nothing like what you imagined. They're-'

'Considerate, and kind, and welcoming,' Sirius recited tiredly. 'I know. I still don't like them.'

'Padfoot, you're being irrational.' Remus wondered if those potions were making Sirius delusional or just plain stupid.

Sirius's eyes were ablaze as he looked up at Remus sharply. 'Tell me, Moony, do they understand you? Do they take care of you better; do they know how you feel and how horrible it is for you half the time? Are they-' He hesitated here, continuing in a softer tone. 'Are they your friends, your equals?'

Remus shook his head in bewilderment. 'I really don't understand what you're trying to say here.'

'They make you feel at home, don't they?' Sirius snorted. 'Like you belong somewhere?'

'I suppose,' Remus replied, still confused. 'Padfoot, you're being really weird and oh-' Remus stilled as comprehension finally dawned on to him. 'Oh. Oh my God, I can't believe you! You're jealous!'

'Am not!' Sirius defended, trying to dislodge Remus's firm grip on his hands.

Remus chuckled, whether out of relief or incredulity, he himself couldn't tell. 'You are; I can tell! You think I might find someone more like me and leave you for them, don't you?'

'No.' Sirius replied haughtily. 'No, I know you won't abandon me?' His answer came out more as a question than a statement, causing Remus to laugh even louder and pull Sirius on to his lap.

Remus kissed him soundly on the lips. 'You daft, insecure mutt, I can't believe you're more scared of me ditching you than me dying!'

'I don't want you to die either!' Sirius said, eyes wide with sincerity and shock of anything of the sort ever being suggested.

Remus smiled, stroking Sirius's hair out of his face affectionately and kissing him on the cheek.

'They're more suited to you than I am, Remus. They're just like you and no matter how hard I try, I can never see you the same way they do,' Sirius said miserably, resting his head against Remus's shoulder. 'I can never understand what you're going through.'

'I wouldn't want you to. It's horrible.'

Sirius snuffled against Remus's bare neck. 'They'd know that, wouldn't they? They'd know everything about you…all your desires, your wants, your needs…they'll know all of it. And then you'll realise you're better off with them instead of us, and-'

Remus rolled his eyes. 'Padfoot, shut up right now before I hit you.'

'It can happen; I left my family to be with people who understood me. You can leave us for the same thing. You-'

'What's my most favourite thing in the world, Padfoot?' Remus interrupted.

Sirius looked up at the sudden change of subject. 'I don't know. Cock?'

Remus slapped his forehead. 'Never mind. What I was trying to say is that I'm happy the way we are right now. I'm happy with you, and Prongs, and Lily, and Wormtail.' He rested his hands in the small of Sirius's back, rubbing small circles with his thumb. 'The four of you mean everything to me, and I'd rather kill myself than willingly give you all up.'

Sirius smiled, apparently satisfied with Remus's answer, and rested his head back on his lover's shoulder. 'I love you,' he murmured softly.

Remus shook his head, only barely controlling his laughter should he fuel Sirius's volatile temper again. Sirius's prescribed potions seemed to enhance every aspect of Sirius's nature, especially the melodrama. 'You've been watching too many of those soaps, Padfoot. Getting sentimental over trivial things and dragging me along with you. Come on, take me to bed, you bloody nance.'

'Mm,' Sirius replied, rubbing his nose against Remus's neck and following it up with a kiss.

'And don't fall asleep on me.' Remus slapped Sirius lightly on the bum. 'Last time you dozed off mid coitus and I was left in the most uncomfortable position.'

'You try staying awake with that shit in your system,' Sirius replied, burying his nose into Remus's hair. 'Mm, smells nice.'

Luckily for Remus, Sirius kept his word and did not fall asleep halfway through sex. No, as the Gods of Irony would have it, he fell asleep before it, with Remus underneath him and still sitting on the chair. Apparently, the argument had cost valuable energy that could have been used in some mind blowing sex, or in Sirius's constantly exhausted state, some passable sex.

Remus sighed, frustrated and more than a little bit aroused. Tipping his head back in the chair, he looked heavenwards and cursed, 'You're having a laugh about this, aren't you, you sick bastard.'

It was just one of those days, Remus supposed, when he'd rather not question the sanity of this world and simply carry his lover to bed.

XxxxX

The great thing about New Year's Eve was that there were always special features on every channel. You could spend hours watching the telly and still never get bored because there was always something to watch, always something to entertain. For two bored boys like Remus and Sirius, the television was their only sanctuary.

So by six, when they'd run out of things to do around the house, the two of them had kipped on the sofa with the remote; Remus laying fully on his back with a little help from expansion charms, and Sirius on top of him, lower body resting between Remus's legs and his head pillowed by Remus's chest. The beer bottles were balanced precariously on the edge of the coffee table, practically begging to be tipped over.

They'd started their little TV marathon at six sharp with the two hour special of The Paul Daniels Magic Show, where the boys laughed themselves silly when the audience "oohed" and "aahhed" with wonder at the poor attempts at magic. Sirius had coined it as the best show yet, topping his previous ratings for The Young and the Restless. They had then continued with The Muppet Show (completely upon Sirius's insistence; really!), Superstars, Coronation Street (where Sirius had a bit of a crush on Kevin Webster and was thoroughly disappointed when he wasn't featured in the episode) and so on and so forth.

'That still hurts, you know,' Sirius commented, when Remus's hand had strayed under Sirius's t-shirt to trace the large patch of unnaturally smooth flesh where the spell had hit.

'Was it fun getting it' Remus asked, his cool hand resting there and feeling oddly pleasant, 'running around in your motorbike and hexing everybody?'

'Yes,' Sirius admitted, 'but only up to the part when I thought I was going to die.'

The corner of Remus's mouth lifted. 'Did your life flash in front of your eyes, then?'

Sirius shook his head, looking slightly dejected. 'Not much, but I had a few thoughts here and there.'

'Well, that's a first.'

Sirius cuffed Remus up the head. 'I thought of how you'd be disappointed in me for going and doing something stupid after you explicitly told me not to.'

'Well, if it makes you feel any better, I personally don't think that plunging headfirst into danger while outnumbered infinity to one is stupid at all,' Remus reassured, resuming his stroking of Sirius's back.

Sirius smiled and wiggled a little to get comfortable. 'Thank you.'

'I think it's bloody idiotic.'

'And brave?' Sirius asked, looking up with wide, hopeful eyes.

'And stupid,' Remus deadpanned.

'Now you're just contradicting yourself!' Sirius exclaimed vehemently, getting up to sit on Remus's stomach.

Remus shrugged, grinning. 'I can't help it. Your idiocy is contagious.'

'Cruel, Moony, you are so cruel.' Sirius clutched at his heart, faking extreme pain. 'You wound me with your words, spearing and stabbing into my crippled form…'

Remus tugged at the waistband of Sirius's boxers. 'Should I kiss it better?'

'And then you bribe me with your sensuality. It's lowly, love, makes me feel like a slut,' Sirius kneeled closer so that his face was only inches apart from Remus's when he breathed the next few words, 'a cheap whore to your ministrations.'

Remus raised an eyebrow. 'I didn't think it was that much of a problem. From what I gathered,' he cupped Sirius crotch explanatorily. 'you seem to quite enjoy it.'

'That's not quite the point, is it? The point is…' Sirius lost his train of thought as Remus's hand did unspeakable things to him.

'Yes?' Remus asked, not bothering to stop and grinning cockily.

'Well, blimey…er…the point is, that my thought process is somewhat malnourished.' Sirius, with great reluctance and determination to win their little battle of wits, removed Remus's hands. 'Moony, be a lad and get me a sandwich, won't you?' He said offhandedly. 'Feed my hungry mind.'

Remus's brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest. 'Get it yourself. I'm not your wife.'

'You would be if the fates were cruel enough,' Sirius murmured, loud enough for Remus to hear.

'What's that supposed to mean?'

Sirius shrugged. 'I'm just saying that if one of us were to be a woman in our next lives, it would be you.'

Remus glared daggers into his lover. 'Are you mental? Unless you haven't noticed it up your arse enough times, I have a bigger prick than you do!'

'Only because you're taller!' Sirius exclaimed, his genitals feeling very insulted and defensive. 'Look at your hair; long and silky, and always smelling like one shampoo or another.'

Remus sat up abruptly, throwing Sirius off the couch. 'It's called grooming, you bastard, but you wouldn't know, what with all the fleas you've got.'

'That was just once, you twat!' Sirius cried war as he pulled Remus down on the floor.

'Why you little-' Remus straddled Sirius's hips, pushing him down roughly on to the floor as he pinned the Animagus by his wrists. Sirius let out a howl of pain the instant his back collided with the floor, and Remus let go quickly, horrified and cursing himself for forgetting about Sirius's injuries. 'Fuck, Padfoot, mate, are you all right? Fuck, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-'

Sirius took the opportunity to flip them over, so that Remus was now underneath him with both his hands pinned to the side. 'You're too easy, Moony,' he commented, licking Remus's bottom lip.

Remus's mouth dropped open in shock. 'You arse! I nearly died there!'

'Care about me that much, do you?' Sirius asked, grinning and using one hand to caress Remus's jaw.

'Fuck, you stupid fuck, I'll kill you! I'll-' Remus freed both hands from Sirius's grip and did the one thing he knew would drive Sirius mad: he tickled him.

Sirius burst out laughing even before Remus's fingers touched his skin, rolling on the ground, clutching his stomach, and trying to shield himself from Remus's waggling fingers. 'Ha ha – Moony, stop – ha ha –' He fell to his side, Remus still towering over him, tears now streaming down his face and breath coming out in laboured gasps. 'You know I'm ticklish there – oh god, stop – ha ha – I love you – he he – I worship you –'

'Oh for the love of Merlin, cut the foreplay and just shag already.'

Both Remus and Sirius got up so fast that their heads knocked together. Remus screamed 'Prongs!' the same time Sirius screamed 'Lily!', and both hastened to stand up and fix themselves. Sirius, whose boxers had ridden alarmingly low, blushed, grinned cheekily at Lily and hoisted them up. It was an odd thing really, how uncomfortable Sirius and Remus were to show affection even in front of their best friends, who had always approved of their relationship, encouraged it even. In fact, Sirius and Remus had never gone farther than holding hands or a chaste kiss on the cheek when around them.

'Odd though, James,' Lily said, a finger tapping her lip thoughtfully as she watched Remus and Sirius straighten up. 'For some reason, I always thought Sirius would be bigger of the two.' She angled her cheek for her customary greeting kisses from the boys.

'Nah,' said James, moving to embrace the pair in a one armed hug. 'Unfortunately, among the four of us, Remus remains the most blessed.'

Remus rolled his eyes. 'Yes, well, God felt sorry for my lycanthropy, so he gave me a large cock.'

'Amen.' Sirius grinned, patting Remus's stomach lightly and even Lily looked southwards appreciatively.

James smirked and rubbed his hands together. 'Well, get dressed; we're going out. I can't believe you lads walk around in that shit, flat or not.'

'What's wrong with what I'm wearing?' Sirius asked, grabbing a pair of jeans from under the sofa and slipping them on, much to Lily's disgust.

James eyed them pointedly; Sirius was wearing a pair of boxers and a scruffy t-shirt that James knew had belonged to Remus since fifth year, while Remus was in his socks and underpants with only a long sleeved Oxford covering his modesty or blessing, depending on the way you looked at it.

'Your shirt's got a rip on it in the elbow to start with. And Moony, put some frills on those pants and they look like the ones my grandma used to wear.'

Sirius snorted. 'Quite the fashionista, Prongs is. You'd think he was the ponce.' James threw Sirius's jacket at his face. 'Where we going, then?'

'It's New Year's Eve or have you forgotten?' Lily asked haughtily. 'We're having lunch together at that little café down the road. Wormtail's bringing a date, so the three of you need to behave. I don't want her frightened off of him even before they start.'

'Can't you give us an easier task, Lily darling?' James asked cheekily, earning a glare from his wife.

'Padfoot, put your scarf on. I don't care if it doesn't match with your leather jacket,' Remus admonished, as he pulled on a blue jumper and followed Lily and James outside.

Sirius almost grabbed for the keys to his bike before remembering that it was in the garage for repair.

'Hurry up, come on!'

'Keep your pants on!' Sirius grouched, locking the door behind him.

'What, my frilly, grandma ones?'

XxxxX

Remus slid Lily's soda across the table to her as he sat down on the stool beside hers. 'How have you been feeling, you know, with the baby and everything?'

'Putrid,' Lily replied, taking a generous swig from her can. 'James isn't letting me do anything around the house! It hasn't even been a month, and he's already driving me up the wall!'

'Well, that is the Marauders' first child,' Remus explained, 'it's bound to be overprotected. I'm surprised Padfoot hasn't hired a bodyguard for you yet.'

Lily groaned in annoyance. 'Don't give that man any ideas. It's bad enough having to stay home all the time.'

Remus put down his drink in surprise. 'Home? Prongs made you leave your job?'

'Ha!' Lily exclaimed defiantly. 'He wouldn't dare! They fired me.'

'What? Why? I always thought you'd flourish in Potion Brewing.'

'Oh, I did, but I'm muggle born, aren't I?' Lily replied bitterly. 'Bit of a hazard keeping me around with all those attacks going on. Voldemort might just decide he wants to kill me and come bounding into the lab.'

Remus chuckled. 'Somehow, I'm sensing a bout of déjà vu here. Don't take it to heart, Lily, I get it all the time. Only thing is, they're afraid I'd rip them apart before Voldemort has a chance to get to them.' He gulped down the last of his drink in one go, experiencing unwanted fizz up his nose. 'What did my ex-employer say again? Ah yes, a leopard never changes his spots, and a werewolf never decides to go vegetarian.'

'That's bullocks,' Lily snapped.

Remus smiled. 'No, it's true. I've got this unusual fetish for meat that drives Sirius insane.'

Lily hit him on the arm. 'Oh hush, you know that's not what I'm talking about.'

'Look, Lily, forget it,' Remus said, brushing her concern and sympathy off. He didn't like anyone pitying him, and he was more than used to being feared by people. 'I wanted to ask you some questions. Do you mind if we move away a bit while the others are still occupied?'

Lily glanced over Remus's shoulder where James and Sirius were harassing Peter's date, Patricia. Lily almost felt sorry for her; almost, but felt she deserved it. Throughout their conversation together, she'd been haughty, rude, and very annoying. In other words, she'd been a pure bred Slytherin and greatly appealed to the schoolboy-bully side of James and Sirius. For the first time in her life, Lily had let them be.

She looked back at Remus. Seeing his anxious face, she let him guide her to one of the more secluded tables. 'What's the matter?' Lily asked once they'd settled down.

'It's this thing that happened during my journey back home,' Remus whispered, leaning close to her so that the conversation remained between the two of them alone. 'I can't seem to explain it, and I've looked through tons of books, but there's nothing like it. It's this…' He waved his hands around, searching for the right word. '…feeling I have when Padfoot's around?'

'What? Love?' Lily asked, grinning cheekily.

Remus's expression told her that the joke wasn't appreciated. 'Look, I don't know how to explain it because I don't get it myself. I-' He pursed his lips, wondering whether to continue or not. 'I had a heart attack on Christmas Eve. Or at least what felt like a heart attack, really. I'm nineteen; I don't think it's possible to have one at this age.'

Lily raised an unbelieving eyebrow. 'How do you mean?'

Remus sighed in frustration. 'Lily, I had a heart attack at around six to seven, do you understand what I'm saying?'

Lily looked confused. 'No, I don't think I do.'

'Padfoot…Sirius was attacked around the same time and if my assumptions are right, then that Avada Kedavra spell hit him exactly the same time I collapsed.'

'Collapsed? Remus, are you sure?' Lily looked at him skeptically. 'I mean, look, everyone feels that little twinge of worry about the people they love. It's a sort of instinct that we've learned to ignore over the years, you know, but I swear every time James gets into trouble, it's like an alarm goes off in my head. Same with my mum…she always knew if we were lying, or something was wrong.'

'I don't think so,' Remus replied confidently. 'No.'

'Maybe your instinct's stronger because you're a werewolf,' Lily tried as an explanation. 'I mean, your magic is entirely different from ours, isn't it?'

'No, look, it's not that simple. I just-' Remus clutched at his chest, mouth moving but not finding the right words to convey his message. 'Sirius feels it, too. At first, I thought it was only me, but when I came to the hospital to see him, he told me he knew I was coming.'

'Sirius was drugged, Remus, he-'

'He knew before he was drugged,' Remus insisted, putting his hands down on the table. 'He put up a fight because he wanted to see me. He knew, Lily, and I have no idea how.'

Lily didn't see how he could have; the mere idea was ridiculous. 'It's just intuition, Remus. When you love a person hard enough, you generally become tied to them. Like an invisible bond that keeps you linked together, do you see?'

Remus looked unconvinced. 'The pain, Lily; how do you explain that? I thought I was going to die, it was that fucking intense. I've never had an episode like that. I mean, with Padfoot, it's always been there.' He rested his head on his hands, massaging his temples slightly. 'The sixth sense that you've talked about: you know, being able to feel when someone's around or distressed. That's all right; my parents did it too sometimes. But this, this is impossible, isn't it?'

Lily looked down at her hands thoughtfully, trying to find some kind of explanation for such behaviour. Anything that might point out a reason to what was happening. To be honest, she had never heard of such a thing, and she still doubted Remus had interpreted what he was feeling right. Still, the werewolf was rarely ever wrong.

'Remus,' she tried finally, placing a worrying hand over his, 'this may seem like a stupid question, but have you and Sirius ever done an Unbreakable Vow? You know, maybe a fun experiment when you're drunk or something of that sort?'

'What?' Remus made a face. 'No, we know better than to try things like that.'

'I'm just saying…it just sounds a lot like it.'

Remus shook his head. 'No, Unbreakables are different. The composition is different; you don't feel your partner's pain or presence. You're just obliged to them by a pact of death.' He spoke with the confidence of a man who had studied too much and too hard for his NEWTS. 'Nothing would happen if one of them dies; as long as it's out of the contractual promise, your life's yours to keep.'

'Do you think you would have died,' Lily asked nervously, 'if Sirius had the other night?' She didn't like the idea of it. If this thing that Remus was experiencing was true, she understood that it could do more harm than good.

'No, no, I don't think so.' Remus ran a hand through his hair, brushing his too long fringe out of his eyes. 'I'd have felt it probably, shared some of the pain, but I think it's more of a mental connection than a physical one, do you see?'

Lily frowned. 'So what you're trying to say is that as long as this bond – friendship or love -between you and Sirius remains strong on both sides, your connection to him remains intact, like an alarm or maybe a shared soul?'

Remus laughed weakly. 'I don't know what I'm saying. I've never come across something like this before, and you make it sound disgustingly romantic.'

Lily smiled. 'I'll look it up for you in the library or something. James' dad has some good books, restricted books; maybe I'll find something there.'

Remus nodded, pecking her lightly on the cheek. 'I owe you, then.'

'You know, you and Sirius never cease to surprise me.'

'Oh, I know,' Remus said, grinning widely. 'Sometimes I find myself flat on my back in shock.'

'Are you sure that's not Padfoot trying to suck you off, Moony,' James asked, joining their conversation and slinging an arm over Remus.

Remus's face went an unnatural shade of red.

'Don't be crude James,' Lily admonished, to which James simply smirked and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

'So what have you two been doing alone? Chatting up my wife, were you, Moony?' James joked, punching Remus lightly in the jaw.

'You know me, Prongs, always the Casanova.'

'Who's this other Casanova I hear about?' Sirius asked, popping in from behind Lily and resting his chin on her shoulder. 'Is he available? What's his number?'

'Are you done annoying Patricia, then?' Lily asked, giving Sirius's nose a squeeze.

'She got boring,' James said airily. 'One can only stand her voice for so long.'

'And she has a limited vocabulary, too,' Sirius continued. 'She only ever says one thing.'

'Well, I never!' Sirius and James chorused in high pitched voices before bursting into laughter.

'Hush, she'll hear you,' Lily scolded. 'You can at least try to be nice to her, for Peter's sake.'

'Psh,' Sirius waved it off. ''Moony, Wormtail's booking a pool table for us. Fancy being my partner or do you want to find your feminine side and continue talking to Lily about makeup?'

Remus rolled his eyes. 'Padfoot, neither you nor James know how to play pool.'

Sirius shrugged nonchalantly. 'It's a game of sticks and balls; I think I'm familiar with the general concepts.' He winked cheekily at Remus and blew a kiss. 'Besides, I gather you're quite the expert?'

'Lily, you don't mind being stuck with Patricia for a while, do you?' James asked, a hand on Lily's cheek; his tone suddenly changing from young prankster to doting husband. 'It's only for a little while, the boys and I'll only play one game.'

'He makes you sick, doesn't he?' Sirius stated, disgusted at the display of affection.

'Enormously,' Remus finished, standing up.

Lily stuck up two fingers. 'I'll be fine, love. You boys go ahead and have some fun. I'll deal with her.'

Quarter to twelve, Lily was exhausted and quite frankly, annoyed of being nice to Patricia and listening to her wondrously boring tales of how rich her family is, how they believed in pureblood heritage, etcetera, etcetera, with grated, mouldy cheese on top. Occasionally, she'd overhear fragments of the boys' conversations and laugh out loud, quickly apologising when Patricia looked at her oddly.

Funniest of all seemed to be Remus and Sirius, whose dynamics she'd never quite noticed until tonight's conversation with Remus. They really were quite close and no matter how much they tried to hide it, their relationship was more than obvious to the watchful eye. It was lovely the way they contrasted each other and melded together like pieces of a puzzle. To Lily, what made Remus and Sirius's relationship truly unique was that they were just two best friends living together in the end: they took care of each other; fought as fiercely as they loved; helped and supported each other through troubled times; and teased each other mercilessly.

Lily watched Remus struggle to teach James and Sirius how to hit at the right angle. Sirius was being insufferable on purpose, she could tell, and it was probably just to rile Remus up. She laughed aloud when Sirius asked Remus if he was 'sure the sticks weren't meant to go into the holes instead'.

'They're rather close, aren't they?' Patricia commented, looking at the boys in disgust. 'Practically queer.'

'James!' Lily called out in a sickly sweet voice, fed up with the snotty woman beside her. 'Come here for a second, won't you, hun?'

James looked at her questioningly but jogged up to where his wife was sitting. 'What's wrong?'

'Let's all of us get out of here,' she whispered so that Patricia couldn't overhear.

'Why? The party doesn't start till twelve!' James gestured to the slowly gathering crowd around the television, all waiting for the countdown to start. 'I thought you wanted to dance later?'

Lily shook her head. 'We'll kip some place quiet and watch the fireworks instead. Doesn't that sound romantic?' She rubbed his arms lovingly.

James's resolve was already weakening. 'Yeah, but-'

'James,' Lily sighed, looking pointedly forwards.

James followed her gaze to the pool table where Remus had bent down to pick up one of the balls, (which Sirius had "accidentally" hit too hard and dropped) his arse facing one of the side pockets. Sirius took the opportunity to hit a perfect shot, exclaiming 'balls deeps, eh, Moony!' as the last yellow ball and the eight ball rolled into the corresponding pocket.

James groaned. 'He's going to get us thrown out, I just know it. He's been making bad innuendos at Moony all night.'

Lily laughed softly. 'I think it's a bit cute, actually.'

'I think it's mental. Moony says it's those potions he's been taking. I say he's just using that bit as an excuse to do whatever he wants.'

'Sirius is just trying to be with Remus the best way he can, James. I mean, it's New Year's Eve. It's not fair to them if everyone else has a date and they supposedly don't. I really want to take them someplace where they can be themselves with us.'

'You spoil them' James replied, but there was a hint of adoration in his voice. 'Well, if that's what you want…fake pain.'

Lily blinked in confusion. 'What?'

'Pretend you're having pregnancy pains. We can ditch Patricia and Wormtail that way, and ask Remus and Sirius to help.'

Lily immediately let out a cry of agony, clutching her stomach.

XxxxX

'I can't believe you did that!' Sirius yelled as the four of them ran across the street, hand in hand, ignoring the outraged cries of "hooligans!", "bloody teenagers", and the loud honking of cars. 'You sneaky bitch, you had me and Remus worried for a minute there!'

Lily laughed as she pulled them into an alley. 'It was all James's idea. You can beat him up later for it!'

'Lily wanted the four of us to watch the fireworks at midnight!' James cried out in defence as Remus and Sirius glared at him.

'Fireworks!' Remus screeched, whether out of anger or because he'd run into a stray garbage can, one could never tell. 'You did all that to watch fucking fireworks? Are you completely, absolutely mental?'

'James, you take Sirius, and I'll take Remus,' Lily ordered, as they met a dead end.

'Wait, where are you taking us?' Remus cried out as Lily grabbed him by the arm and apparated to-

'Godric's Hollow,' James presented, spreading his arms wide.

Sirius and Remus watched awe struck at the wide expanse of field and flowers. You could barely make out the outline of the small suburban neighbourhoods from this distance, glowing brightly from all the Christmas decorations. The area they had apparated in was still relatively empty, the nearest house around twenty kilometers away and the only source of light being the fireflies that roamed beside their feet.

Lily breathed contently and flopped down on the ground. 'Lovely, isn't it?'

'I've never been here before,' Sirius said, sitting down as well. 'Mother didn't approve of it much. Said it was filled with Mudbloods and Muggle lovers.'

'Lily and I are planning to buy a house here once the baby is born, to give it a nice magical environment,' James said quietly. 'We're not sure yet, but if we win the Quidditch finals this year, I might actually have enough money to do it.'

'Wow,' Remus whispered, as Sirius's head rested on his shoulder.

Fireworks erupted into the night sky with a great 'bang' as the clock struck twelve in the middle of the street, and the four of them watched the array of different colours shoot across the sky in mysterious patterns. It felt wonderful to be here, to still be alive; and Lily felt a pang of sorrow for the Prewett brothers. Silently, she wondered if this war would ever end; if one day, all of this would be talked about only in history books and novels. She looked up at the sky again, cooing as the words 'Happy New Year' spelled out in front of them in sync with the last chime of the clock.

Dutifully, Lily turned away from Remus and Sirius, looking into her husband's brilliant hazel eyes and smiling softly. She kissed him, wrapping her arms around him in an affectionate embrace. 'I love you,' she said quietly and knew somewhere beside them, there was an echo of the same declaration.

It was the beginning of a new era and they were set out to change the world.

XxxxX

Well, first of all I'd like to say that all the TV shows mentioned are very much real and stuff that my parents used to watch. Also, I'd like to apologise for a couple of things. From a lot of your reviews, I've found out that Elphias Dodge is apparently a lot older, around Dumbledore's age. I'm really sorry about the mistake, but I honestly don't remember reading in any of the books regarding Elphias's age. I can't undo it unfortunately, but I'll definitely remember it if I ever write another fic. Also, I was told that my last chapter wasn't quite up to the mark. No worries, I appreciate the criticism because it's gotten me this far. So, I've put in a little more effort into this one in hopes that it'll be okay. Feel free to point out anything you don't like.

Enough of my rambling. Go ahead and review while I reply to my fellow reviewers who haven't left a reply address.

Nicole: Um…sorry it took so long for an update, but I'm back and hoping that this chapter was just as enjoyable if not more. :) debzzz: Lol…thank you! I'm guessing you're much happier now that you know I haven't decided to send Sirius's head rolling across the ground. AizSaku: Um…hope this was soon enough for you. Thank you for your lovely review! Antares: Lol…the tomato thing…it sort of sounds amusing, doesn't it. I've been trying to find it on download for ages! I still haven't watched it, but the curiosity's getting to me. Fanchiiskiitha: I think I've answered all your questions. :) Hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you so much for the review! A Person: Dodge is even funnier now considering that he's supposed to be one of the oldest members, and I turned him into a sixteen year old. Thanks for reviewing. Kyshal: Lol, thank you so much. Hope you liked this chapter! Zenna: Lol. The story you've read is the mindless ramblings of a useless university student. Hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reviewing. GoldSilk: I've never actually watched the movie, so I'm really curious as how tomatoes would look if they had teeth. I used to eat them raw like apples when I was younger, god knows how. Cheers!