A/N: So this keeps on getting more and more reviews. But the request I was sent, wasn't exactly this. There was more to it. And I have to get to it. Soon. Now to answer a few reviews:

ParamoreXO: no worries ^.^ you know how I am with my Gwevin.

magykgyrl16: then you would say props to Crushed Hale.x. I just write it.

And all the others were just the basic 'update soon!', which I love because it makes me feel loved.

Disclaimer: Idea is Crushed Hale.x's, author is moi, Skylark Evanson, and Man of Action owns all the characters.

Weeks had probably passed since she had spoken to me last, just those words of gratitude. She allowed me to go places without her. She laid in her bed most days, too tired or pained to move much. She ate little. She wouldn't even wrap herself in a wing anymore to keep warm.

It was hard to say, but I was worried about her.

Emotions aren't something that the criminals here in the Null Void come across very often. And when I felt them, I had sent myself into a shell shock.

All Gwen did was nod and sigh and cry herself to sleep every night, leaving me to miserably pretend that I too was asleep in my own resting spot in our hole in the ground. She amazed me how bravely she had taken it without a weapon in hand or a focus in mind.

She had cast a spell over me; she made me do things I had once never imagined possible. Gwen had made me care. And that wasn't an easy thing to do.

When she finally spoke, it was out of nowhere.

"What are your plans to get out of here?"

I looked up from staring into the fire to see her sitting up and looking at me intently with those electrifyingly green eyes. She created a big distraction for me, her red hair always grabbing my attention; her eyes always pulling me right out of my raging thoughts.

"I don't really have any," I confessed. "I figured I'd just ride out the storm and hope for the best." I reached one hulking arm up to ruffle my hair a little bit. Her eyes were making me feel guilty for not trying to break myself out of here. "The Null Void... it sort of turned into my home."

Her eyes suddenly turned from their original state of lifeless and dull to determined and blood-thirsty without a moment's notice. "Kevin, we have lives to live outside of this Hell-hole!" She threw her arms up in the air, a slightly pained expression coming over her face as her eyes flickered to her injured arm before returning to me. "You've got a family out there and I know you do. I have my grandpa and my brother and my cousin and my parents and school and I, for one, want to get back."

I opened my mouth to say something, but she cut me off. I wasn't upset about it. After such a long silence, she was bound to be vocal and eager. And I wasn't about to take the words from her. She could talk as long as she liked. It meant I'd have to talk less.

"And if you don't want to get back to Earth and back to civilization for your family, then how about for baseball or football or friends or the future that you could have? You've learned a lot from here! Survival is something that people put on television! They're some of the most popular shows out there!" She took a long breath. Her emerald eyes pierced me eagerly. "Or maybe for someone out there who's looking for their soulmate. Everyone has someone. She's probably out there searching right now. And you're here, living this horrible life in a pit underground when you could be out there with her and with people."

People. The mention of the word reminded me what I had turned into. "I know, but I'm still an outsider. I'm still different than anyone. No one ever accepts monsters." My gaze had shifted from her back to the blaze that lay between us. "And inside, I'm always going to be a monster. Once a monster, always a monster." I poked a stick into the fire, watching the flames eat it right out of my hands as if it were a raw steak in the jaws of a starving dog.

"Don't look at it that way," she scolded. "Be positive. You're not a monster." The redhead had regained my attention; I found my eyes almost immediately back on her. "You saved me from being killed. You healed my arm."

"It's still mangled and mashed to beat Hell," I reminded her harshly, stabbing at the fire again with another stick, the sparks jumping off of it, small rabbits scattering in all directions. Then my gaze trailed back up to her. "You're not even near healed."

"But I'm alive," she breathed hopefully. Then, to my surprise, Gwen stood up on thin, shaky legs and came over to my side of the fire and sat beside me on the long log. I made sure my tail wasn't in her way so that she had plenty of space. This had to be the closest we'd been since she got here except for when I rescued her or caught her from falling in midair. "That's what counts. Sure, I'm not perfect. None of us really are. But I'm still alive. I'm still going to make it through this if you'll help me. And together, we'll find a way out."

Her eyes eagerly awaited my answer with a scared glow to them, her mind clearly fearing the rejection that she was sure would follow.

I thought over her words, about someone out there waiting for me while I sat contently in my hole. No one should have to wander the Earth alone. Not me. Not Gwen. No one.

So I asked, "What plans do you have in mind?"

A/N: now we're getting back on track to the request. So now you know what to do. Review it!

~Sky