A/N: You all be grateful I don't have the heart to kill Stella!

Disclaimer: I own nothing… NOTHING1 DO YOU HEAR ME?!!!!!

"No."

"You go to hell!"

"Now, now Father Leon. I'm sure if we ask nicely, Demetry will let us in." Abel said consolingly. "Demetry will you please let us in to see Stella?"

"No."

Abel sweat dropped.

Demetry put a finger up in the air. "Further more, I plan to strap her to a bed and put her on a boat to Kenpei, and then lock her in a tower for the next hundred years!" He declared loudly.

"Demetry you had better be nice to my friends or I'll make sure that you can never continue the Titan line!" Stella's weak voice yelled from the other side of the closed door.

Vanessa walked up the hallway, pulling irritably at her red jacket. "Come on, Deme." She said, using a nickname she had picked up from Stella. "You're going to let Stella see her friends!"

Demetry bowed his head miserably. "Little advice friends: DON'T MAKE FRIENDS WITH STRONG, TROUBLESOME OPINONATED WOMEN!"

"I HEARD THAT!" Stella and Vanessa chorused.

Then last the Fathers saw of Demetry was him being dragged down the hall by his collar by a homicidal world leader. Abel laughed lightly at his predicament and entered Stella's small room. Immediately Stella's eyes locked onto his, and she smiled cheerfully.

She was a lot less pale and her eyes brighter than they had been three days ago. Abel had been told that as long as she didn't start jumping around like a maniac, she would be physically ready to be moved in a few days. Which of course meant that she had to fight the system and attempt to move that day.

"Hey! How come he gets to be in here!?"

"Correction: why is he allowed to be in here?" Tres said monotonously, staring off into the white wall. "I am here to assist and monitor in the healing of Miss Stella Iceheart."

Stella smiled. "So what's going on, guys? Can I get out of this bed now?" She had been asking that for three days, but her brother had gone halfway to his promise. Her right hand was handcuffed to the bed.

"Lunch!" Ion marched briskly into the room. "Here you go guys." He set down a tray and pretended to wipe the dirt from his hands. "Can someone tell me how is it that I've gone from respected Earl and one of the heads to the Queen's court to maid to a bunch of priests?"

Stella giggled. "Thanks for that visual." A look crossed her eyes. "Hey Ion, hand me that bottle of ketchup."

Ion narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Stella, you know you are not allowed to have anything except what the doctor gives you."

"Yeah, I'm going to eat ketchup, Ion." Stella said sarcastically. "Just give it." Ion gave her one last warning glare before he handed it over. Everyone watched as she uncorked the bottle and dribbled some over her hand. "DEMETRY!" A few seconds later, a panting Titan stood in the center of the room, having knocked Leon over to get there.

"What? What's going on? What?"

Stella lifted up her hand and smiled sweetly. "Your stupid handcuff made me bleed."

"Ah! I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Soooooorrrryyyyy!!!" Demetry continued to repeat as he unlocked her. When she was free he lifted the handcuffs to his nose and sniffed. "Hey this isn't blood! You tricked me."

"Duh." She said, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him back. "Now if you would all please leave. I'm getting dressed and I'm getting out of here." She went over to the wardrobe, retrieved her clothes and set them on the bed.

"No you're not. Stella, get back in the bed." Demetry said sternly.

"Fine have it your way." Stella shrugged and began to pull at the hem of her hospital gown.

"No! Out! Out! Out! You perverted priests!" Demetry roared, pushing them all out of the room.

After he had successfully slammed the door behind him, Abel chose to spoke. "You know, Demetry, we are priests. It would be unethical for us to allow a young girl to undress in front of us."

Of course, it was then that Leon decided to open his mouth. "Yeah, but I'll bet if we weren't priests she's be a fine…"

Demetry was looking at Leon with fire in his eyes. "What… were… you… saying?"

"Suggestion: Father Leon it is suggested for your utmost health that you retreat." Tres said.

"Right. In other words, run away!!!!!!!!" Leon yelled and bolted down the hall.

Abel looked at Demetry. "Why aren't you running after him?"

Demetry shrugged and licked a fang, just like Stella did when she had malicious thoughts running through her head. "Nah. I'll let him run and then use my super Titan speed to kill him."

"Ehehe…" Abel said, sweat dropping.

"Mmm, now." Demetry said, and a moment later, he was gone.

"I will assist Father Leon." Tres said, marching forward.

"Well that was interesting."

Abel whirled around. Stella was leaning against the doorframe, and to him, she looked amazing. Now that white wasn't reflecting off of her already pale features, he could see a bit of red in her cheeks. Her curly hair was brushed and wasn't pulled back, so the red streaks just made her look a little bit healthier. She had on a dress Seth had loaned her, thankfully the woman was a bit small for her age, so Seth's clothes that wouldn't fit her until the year after or so, fit her perfectly.

Even though Stella had vehemently protested wearing a dress in the first place, Astha's clothes were too long and Ion's clothes too wide. No matter how much she hated the dress, Abel had to admit it looked nice on her. It was a blue summer dress, the same dark color as her eyes. Originally, Seth had picked out a pink dress, but that was going too far. It had a V-neck, and was slightly tight along the chest and abdomen area. Her almost nonexistent sleeves and the bottom half flowed nicely, ending in a cloud shape pattern at the bottom. Of course the girly affect was spoiled by her worn combat boots, which stretched halfway up her calf.

Stella smirked. "Now how's about you and me round up the troops and get back to the Vatican." She winked. "I have a feeling the Cardinal's going to have some very un-Cardinal-like words for me."

A/N: Yay! Happy chapter to get away from all the angst!

So that's it, right? Everyone's friends and happy and healthy. Stella's not being shipped off by her brother. The perfect happily ever after, right? Wait, WTF! Whose crashing my happily ever after!? Oh! Bad shit it up back in the Vatican!