Outside of the meeting room, Clint could only sigh. While he had been looking up information on why his memory was different from everyone else's, he had gotten a bit bored of it. Well, not really bored. More too upset. So, he went to check on Coulson and the team of agents he was going to be working with. Other than Bobbi Morse, Melinda May, and Coulson, Clint didn't know much about the rest of the team. He had no idea if any of them were Hydra or not. But Coulson seemed to believe that Clint knew of every Hydra agent in the whole world so Clint could only hope that none of the agents in the room with Coulson were.
He was beginning to wish now that his reputation hadn't preceded him. So many agents tended not to trust him. Either he was dangerous and risky or stupid and cocky. No one wanted to believe that he took high risks so other agents on his team wouldn't have too. He watched from above and saw and understood more than many agents. So what may look stupid by him risking his cover to jump off a building to take a shot was actually him taking the only shot to save one or more agents on his team at risk of being killed or seriously injured. He knew what he was doing, knew how to land, how to fight and even how to run and hide. Why waste those talents to save his own self when he could instead use them and save others? It seemed logical to him but not so to many other agents.
Understanding the meeting was beginning to die down, Clint headed back to his room on the Bus with his mind distracted. Stupidly, when he arrived, he left his door open as he looked about the small room. There was a bed on the far side with most of the rest of the room taken up by a small desk and chair. On the other side of the room from the desk was a doorway to an attached bathroom. While he was pleased with the allowance of privacy, Clint was overall not pleased with the room. It was all together half the size of his Helicarrier bunk and not even the size of the closet that Tony had for him in Stark Tower. Slowly, he sunk into the chair and pulled out his hidden laptop. It still had a search function open on it.
He really wasn't in the mood to be chatty with any of the team that Coulson had assembled. Right now, as much as it may bother him, Clint needed to figure out how much his memory differed from this altered reality. He already knew that Natasha being dead was different. And especially the fact that he supposedly killed her. Coulson being alive was another. And S.H.I.E.L.D still being around was a third fact. Oh, never mind that Steve is either still frozen or being hidden by Hydra until they could get rid of him. Or maybe Steve actually died in this reality, Clint had no idea. But either way, there wasn't much Clint could do for Natasha. As for Steve, he wasn't sure what to do about him yet.
Sighing, Clint thought over the rest of the team. Tony Stark had to exist in this reality. There couldn't be a Helicarrier without him as the genius had actually built most of it and designed every part. Bruce Banner should exist as well. But what about Thor? He might sense the difference in this reality. Of anyone, he actually might be the most helpful. Without much hesitation, Clint typed his search into the function open on his laptop. A few seconds passed before Clint was staring in resigned silence at the response. NO RESULTS FOUND. He shouldn't have been surprised.
"Of course. We found the cube when we found Cap... No Cap, no cube. No cube, no Loki..." Clint muttered to himself before a thought crossed his mind. "But wait... Thor came to New Mexico first. His hammer was dropped there... Could S.H.I.E.L.D not have investigated?"
Shaking his head, Clint opened up a different search function that wasn't looking just inside S.H.I.E.L.D files. His search sadly brought up nothing in the S.H.I.E.L.D database on Thor or Mjolnir. But the internet was a different matter. Sadly all that entailed was old myths and legends about Thor, the thunder god and his evil imp of a brother, Loki. Not much like his actual meeting of Thor and Loki. Though some of the stories of the duo were fun to read. Especially ones that lead to Loki's humiliation and or severe punishment. Clint had to admit that sewing the guy's lips shut was a bit too far.
"Well, that was a dead end," he mumbled, depressed that the magical god of thunder was actually only a myth here. Dropping his head onto his desk, Clint thought about the rest of his team. Tony and Bruce. Could either of them help? Well... Maybe it'd be better to bring them together. "Bruce... Where are you hiding?"
Typing in the name, Clint was half surprised that it turned up a result. But he was even more shocked by what that file stated inside it. Bruce never took the military contract that was offered him. He never followed through with gamma research. In fact, he barely graduated college before being accused of stealing another student's science ideas. He was to this day still fighting the effects of it. Bruce also hadn't been allowed to practice science in a few years.
"Who is Bruce Banner?" a voice asked. Clint attempted to not jump out of his skin even as he turned to see his ex-girlfriend Bobbi leaning in his doorway. He snapped his laptop closed in anger which was rather ridiculous as Bobbi was on the team that was supposed to help him and if he was going to be a good team leader, he'd have to inform them of stuff like this. Bobbi snorted, rolling her eyes at the action even though she wasn't wholly surprised with Clint's reaction. That was one of the reasons they didn't work out. Clint was far to secretive for her likes. The archer's eyes narrowed as he went to ask what she wanted. But her next words made him pause. "That a secret lover?"
"Bob," Clint warned, using his old nickname for her. Bobbi held her hands up in defense, recognizing his tone for what it stood for. Clint turned more in his chair to fully face here. She had no right to poke his buttons there. It was far too soon. No matter how okay Clint seemed, he was almost in shock over the loss of his family. In fact, just that comment alone nearly spiraled him into a PTSD moment. Thankfully he was able to stop himself from falling into the memory.
"Sorry, I know. Too soon," she replied, keeping her voice even. Clint frowned. It hadn't even been a day since his entire family was murdered and he had gotten so wrapped up that he didn't even really remember. His face darkened and he spun back around to face the laptop. Bobbi dramatically sighed. She had only been joking in a similar way to what he would have said. Honestly she didn't think it'd be that be a deal. Shaking her head, she looked back to the closed laptop. "So. Gonna tell me who this Bruce Banner is?"
"Someone I knew once," Clint murmured. It was a half truth. He did know Bruce but in this reality he wasn't so sure their paths ever crossed. Bobbi wouldn't know everything about him in the reality... Could she?
"Just like you personally knew the Black Widow?" Bobbi questioned in a tone that Clint knew meant she didn't believe it. No matter how she acted in the meeting room with the rest of the team. She trusted him but it was nothing like the trust that Coulson showed or even lately the other Avengers. Clint frowned and shook his head. "Yeah, Coulson told us."
Clint scoffed. He had assumed as much. While he had listened in, he didn't hear everything that Coulson told the group. He had only joined for the end when Coulson explained that they were protection detail only and to not seek Clint out to bother him about what happened to them. Right now, Bobbi was already breaking that rule. "Would have come out sooner or later."
"Seriously, what's going on?" Bobbi asked, moving into the room to sit on Clint's bed. Clint exhaled deeply as he turned and looked at her again. "I know Coulson didn't tell us everything."
"You wouldn't understand," Clint whispered, turning back away from her. Bobbi slammed her hand down of Clint's desk. Clint glared at her. Almost threatening her with his eyes. She didn't seem fazed. Long ago, she used to back down whenever Clint gave her this look. But once they broke up, it was almost as if the gaze was useless. Not that Clint was surprised, he had once admitted to her that he'd never hurt someone he cared for for he feared if he ever did, he'd turn into his father.
"Bullshit!" she cried, her eyes now daring Clint to lie to her. Clint tossed his laptop aside and jumped to his feet so that he stood over her. Bobbi didn't look worried that he'd hurt her, but she certainly was surprised at his reaction. It was almost like she didn't expect him to attack her. Clint was ready to though. Especially if she kept pushing him like she was. While he still cared for her, right now others that he cared for was in danger and if she wasn't going to help him, she was in his way. And he had warned her, if she had ever gotten in his way of helping someone, he'd take her out, lover or not.
"My family is dead! Killed by a man I last remembered in jail! My friends are either dead, missing or never existed! Everything is different and I don't know why!" Clint shouted at her. There was a tense moment as Clint waited for her to react and Bobbi waited for Clint to elaborate. After the moment was over, Bobbi smiled as if she had learned everything. Clint's gaze hardened, expecting the worst. Bobbi wasn't Natasha. She couldn't have picked up all the secrets that Clint just accidentally let loose. Natasha would have been satisfied but there was no way Bobbi could be.
"Was that so hard to say?" she inquired, tilting her head to the side. That was his last button. She sounded like Natasha. Didn't matter that she wasn't or didn't even look like the red headed assassin, but hearing those words at this moment was the wrong choice. Whether Bobbi knew it or not.
"Get out," Clint hissed. Bobbi's smile dropped into a frown. She had been doing their normal banter. What had changed?
"What?" Clint moved to allow Bobbi passage out of his room. Bobbi didn't move, still confused about the archer. Clint couldn't be that different in this other reality, could he? Her eyes flicked over him, trying to get a read on him. That just made him tenser and close himself off even more.
"Get out."
"Clint," Bobbi tried, now suddenly wanting to apologize for her actions. Clint pointed to the door. Slowly, she stood, watching the archer the whole time. Not once did she see any sign that Clint wasn't completely serious. It was about now that Bobbi realized she pressed too hard and may have made too light of the situation. She had no idea what to do to fix this and even if there was a way. But she knew that she had screwed up, big time. It'd be forever until Clint even looked at her normal again. "Look, I'm sor-"
"Bob," Clint sharply interrupted. Wisely, Bobbi stopped talking. "I don't want to hear it."
"Fine," Bobbi huffed before walking out of the room. She had now turned to being in denial about her actions and was getting pissed off at how he was treating her even though she technically deserved far worse. Once in the hall, she stopped and looked back at Clint. He had turned and watched her leave but didn't stop her. She had a pissed off look on her face now. "This better be worth it and not just some cry for attention cause your family died."
Clint didn't reply. There literally were no words to say back to her. Instead, he smartly just slammed the door closed onto her face. Once alone, Clint sighed deeply before leaning his forehead against the door. Outside he heard Bobbi softly swear at him before stalking off. Grunting, Clint looked back at his laptop. There was only one more team member to look for. Iron Man... For some reason though, Clint already knew that Tony didn't create Iron Man. Or if he did, he wisely didn't announce it. Sighing, Clint looked anyways.
He was right. Tony Stark did exist. Iron Man didn't. Apparently, Tony never went to Afghanistan to do a weapons demonstration with the Jericho missile. Because he wasn't there, Obadiah never had him kidnapped by the Ten Rings. Tony never met Yensin and had to build the arc reactor to survive. And he also never had to build the first Iron Man suit to try and escape.
"Shit," Clint grumbled, dropping his head down onto his desk once again. He had no idea who to contact now. Everyone else he had met in the other reality, he had been introduced too by another Avenger. Without them, there may not have been a way for them to exist as Clint knew them. A minute or more passed as Clint racked his brain for anyone who could help until the silence of the room was ruined by a light tapping on the door. Clint paused to listen to it, suddenly recognizing that it was doing a beat of a song. A song that Coulson used to sing to Cooper and Lila whenever he was over babysitting them and putting them to bed. But it was also a song that Clint had heard Coulson hum when on a tough mission. Whenever Coulson knew Clint was tense and needed rest, Coulson would hum it or even sing it. Clint snorted before getting up and opening the door. Of course, Coulson was standing there looking worried.
"I saw Bobbi stalking down the halls," he said as if that was a question. Clint rolled his eyes and sat back down in the chair. He really didn't want to talk about her right now. His mind was still lost in thought about people who might be able to help him. Coulson took that as an invite to come inside the room. Smartly, he closed the door behind him. "She wanted to know everything?"
"Yeah," Clint muttered, dropping his head gently down onto his desk. Everything seemed clouded in confusion and pain. He may need to take a break. Coulson huffed before sitting down on Clint's bed.
"That bad?" Coulson asked, not understanding the real reason for Clint's distress.
"Who's on the Avenger's Initiative?" Clint countered, not moving his head from the desk. Coulson frowned. Clint wasn't supposed to know about that. Yeah, he had mentioned the Avengers before but Coulson didn't think anything of it. Considering his silence, Clint seemed to understand what was going through the older agent's mind. "It was enacted where I came from."
"We don't really have a name for it. Right now, we got some teenager with spider powers," Coulson started. Clint snorted.
"Parker? Really?" he mumbled, turning his head slightly so he could see Coulson. The older agent nodded, almost not surprised that Clint knew about him. In fact, Coulson was trying really hard to put aside everything he once thought and just go with the flow on this one. "He wasn't on the list. Got added afterwards and even then hasn't been accepted in yet. Steve and Tony both think he might be too young."
"We got a few enhanced," Coulson suggested, knowing that Clint was asking cause he wanted to build a new team. And if Hydra was in fact a reality, it may only be this new team that could take them down.
"Who?"
"Daisy Johnson. Wanda Maximoff. Pietro Maximoff-" Coulson started. Clint's head snapped up. Coulson nearly jumped to his feet at the sudden movement. He did have his hand on his hip where Clint knew his gun was stashed but Coulson relaxed before Clint even thought to comment.
"Pietro's alive?" he called, shocked. Coulson frowned, staring intensely at Clint's face. He hadn't thought of the fact that Clint could have met more people.
"He's dead where you come from?" Clint bit his lip lightly and turned away. Coulson immediately understood. That was Clint's cue that he had been hiding something. Something that Coulson should have picked up on a long time ago. The tense way Clint always was around him. Avoiding full on eye contact. Shocked tones. Coulson had thought all of that was due to the situation but now he could see. "I'm dead too."
"Well... Not sure. I think Fury is just hiding you away... He... Uh... Kinda used your 'death' to get us all to work together," Clint stuttered, still of the belief that Coulson could never actually die. There was a long pause as Clint thought back to that day and Coulson thought about what could have happened. Then Coulson chuckled, making Clint look back at him stunned. It was almost as if the older agent had expected this answer. Clint frowned.
"That's Nick for ya," Coulson laughed, having known that Fury would have done something like that. And knowing how close he was to Clint, he wouldn't be surprised. That had to have meant that Coulson knew everyone on the team as well. So, did he still know them. Clint shook his head at the man which just made Coulson smile more. "Who's on the team?"
"No one from here," Clint mumbled. Coulson gave him an annoyed look that basically told Clint that he wanted to know even if they weren't the same here. Clint exhaled a quick laugh. "Well... Thor, the god of thunder and Prince of Asgard."
"The Norse God? With the hammer?" Coulson questioned, raising his hands in the motion of swinging an imaginary hammer around. Clint laughed and nodded. Considering what the myths told of Thor and Loki, the archer wasn't all that surprised about his handler's question.
"Yeah. Uh... He kinda got in trouble with his Dad. Got him and his hammer banished here where he met some people in New Mexico. He fell in love and then... Something in Asgard happened and suddenly he was being attacked and got his power back just in time. He swore that he'd defend Earth after that. Bout a year goes by and suddenly, his brother, Loki... Well... He comes for revenge or some stupid ass crap. Does a whole deal of damage, the Avengers come together and we defeat him," Clint glossed. Coulson raised an eyebrow knowing that Clint skipped a ton of details on that one. Clint sighed, knowing he wasn't going to fully escape that one. Especially seeing as he still had so many issues with that time and was accidentally dropping lots of cues for Coulson to follow. "I'll... write a report later. I don't want to fully get into it."
"Okay. Who else?" Coulson pressed, knowing that he shouldn't press Clint into revealing more than he wanted too. Clint was on the edge of a cliff and Bobbi already had the archer one step closer. Coulson was determined to get him back away from the dangerous edge, no matter how much Clint tended to prefer the edge due to his sight.
"Uh... Well, the Black Widow..." Clint admitted. Coulson chuckled for a moment before he realized that Clint was telling him the truth. Clint gave him a sidelong gaze, daring him to question the archer on Natasha's recruitment again.
"Oh." Clint nodded.
"In my reality... I questioned the need to kill her. You... You listened to me and we actually recruited her. The three of us... We became STRIKE Team Delta. Nick Fury's best team," Clint softly told the agent. Coulson frowned, trying to remember back to that mission. He hadn't had time to read the report through like Clint and May had. "I read the reports... I think in this reality I was going to question it again but... I was threatened and was forced to cover it up."
"Can you prove it?" Coulson wondered, thinking that this whole thing may be bigger than either man had anticipated. Clint shook his head and Coulson took out his phone to get Fury to look into the mission. Whoever threatened Clint back then may have been Hydra. "Okay. Well, we got a Norse God and the Black Widow and I'm assuming you. That can't be it."
"No... We also had Dr. Bruce Banner," Clint said. Coulson's brow furrowed as he tried to remember if that was an important name or not. Clint shook his head. "He's a no one here. But... He took a military contract. Worked in gamma radiation. Tried to become or even replicate the Super Soldier Program."
"Did he succeed?" Coulson asked when Clint paused. Clint thought about it before chuckling.
"No. Not in the way they wanted. Gamma radiation wasn't the key. There was an accident. Bruce got hit with the stuff and it created an alter ego. We called him Hulk. He was a large green... Well, Rage Machine."
"'Rage Machine'?" Coulson reiterated. Clint nodded.
"Best way to describe Hulk. He came out when Bruce was scared or really angry. Mostly when the military was attacking him in an effort to get him under their control. Bruce was on the Helicarrier when... When Loki was there. It was after that, that he started working with Hulk. We actually learned that Hulk was more of a defense mechanism. Hulk cared for Bruce as much as an actual person. He wanted to protect the man and be friends with us. That's what we were last working on," Clint explained. Coulson just stared at Clint as if the archer had grown another head. Clint chuckled. "Hard to believe, I know... And damn, I wish I had something to prove this but... I don't."
"No... I get it," Coulson soothed. Clint rubbed his hand through his hair and looked away from Coulson. The older agent sighed. "Was that it?"
"Two more members... Well, original members," Clint replied. Coulson waited. After a moment Clint sighed and turned back to the agent. "Steve Rogers and Tony Stark."
"Who and who?" Coulson called back, surprised at the names even though Clint had mentioned Captain America before. Coulson had dreamed that Steve would sudden reappear in this time line but he never expected Steve to still want to fight after the war was far from over. Clint gave him a soft smile as if he could tell why Coulson was so surprised.
"Captain Steven Rogers, unfrozen after 70 years on ice. And Anthony Stark after a disastrous visit to Afghanistan," Clint stated. "I don't know if Cap is still frozen or if in this reality he was found... He may have been found and either died, was killed or is being kept hidden from S.H.I.E.L.D. But I don't know."
"Where?" Coulson softly commanded. Clint stiffened. He had almost forgotten his handler's personal love for the long missing Super Soldier. Honestly, Clint wouldn't be surprised if Coulson demanded they get him or at least check on him.
"Uh... Greenland... 52.956 degrees West. And 72.491 degrees North," Clint recited. Coulson frowned at him making the archer chuckled. "You made me memorize it in case Steve ever asked. Which... He never did."
Coulson nodded before standing up. Clint frowned but did nothing to stop the agent as Coulson left his room and closed the door. The archer sighed. Of course that would be something Coulson would want to work on. For a moment, Clint was tempted to just let Coulson search for Steve but then he realized something. Steve would be coming into a world where he knew no one. S.H.I.E.L.D was starting to fall and the Avengers didn't exist. The poor guy wouldn't be able to help even if they did find him. Groaning, Clint got to his feet and chased after Coulson. He was almost stunned to find Coulson already at the front of the Bus, telling Agent May the new destination.
"No," Clint ordered. Coulson and May turned to look at the archer. "Leave him there. It's... It's better for him."
"But..." Coulson went to argue. Clint shook his head.
"It was hard enough on the poor guy in my reality. No need to bother him now when I barely understand what's going on," Clint muttered. Coulson frowned.
"I'm assuming then that I should continue our first flight path?" May questioned. Clint nodded but May wasn't looking at him. She was focused on Coulson. After a minute, Coulson nodded as well. Feeling her part was done, May turned back to the controls. Coulson turned to Clint but the archer was already walking away. Growling to himself, Coulson turned and followed.
"I'm beginning to think this whole thing is a mistake," Clint muttered. Coulson shook his head and grabbed the agent's shoulder.
"No. We will solve this," Coulson stated. Clint shook his head now, his eyes briefly caught someone walking toward them before shifting to the side. He half wondered if they were still listening but at the same time, he just didn't care anymore. "We can fix this. In your reality, your family is still alive. S.H.I.E.L.D is fine, the Avengers are together..."
"You're dead," Clint shouted. Coulson paused, they had really glossed over that before. But now, seeing the pain and rage in Clint's eyes he knew there was more to his death then Clint first let on. Something bad happened that caused him to die.
"What?" Coulson wondered, trying to get more details on his death than Clint seemed to want to give.
"You're dead. Killed by Loki on the attack on the Helicarrier," Clint snapped sounding more distressed than anything that Coulson had ever heard from the archer before. Coulson frowned before realizing what Clint wasn't saying. The archer didn't know if he wanted to fix this reality now. Either loose his whole family and all his new friends or lose Coulson all over again. "It... It was my fault."
"I refuse to believe that it was actually your fault," Coulson tried to soothe. Clint shook his head.
"When Loki came to Earth he had... Tony calls it his 'Glow Stick of Destiny'. Thor claimed it had some sort of Mind Stone attached to it. I don't really know much about it. Just that one second I was ready to shoot him between the eyes, he pressed the tip against my chest and the next second, I wanted to please him. He was my boss... No, my master. My everything..." Clint described. Coulson silently listened, knowing that he probably didn't tend to talk much about this matter. Clint sighed. "My first job was to get Loki to safety... Fury threatened that safety, so I shot him in the chest. He survived, thankfully. But the New Mexico base was destroyed. We lost 100 people that day."
"Oh," Coulson sighed, seeing Clint truly for the first time. It was now that he could see subtle differences in the archer. Many for the best but some for the worse. Clint nodded, not knowing what was going through Coulson's mind.
"Loki made me create a base. There we worked on some project for him. Day and night. Never resting, never eating. Doing nothing but working. Almost a day later, Loki comes up to me. We have a mission in Germany. While going there, Loki tells me he's going to get captured by S.H.I.E.L.D and I was to be in control. We got what he wanted and he was taken by Natasha, Steve and Tony. At some point they met up with Thor and all arrived at the Helicarrier with Bruce. They were all there for a few hours before... Well... I attacked..."
"You attacked the Helicarrier?" Coulson asked, surprised. Clint nodded.
"Explosive arrow on Engine Four. Then we used the opening from the explosion to get into the Helicarrier. I split up the team and headed into the vents. From there, I snuck toward the bridge. Fury and Hill were distracted by one part of the team so I took my shot. It was an arrow that had a computer drive on it. The file corrupted the system and shut down Engine One."
"Without two engines, the Helicarrier started to fall," Coulson gasped, almost picturing the attack in his mind. He had forgotten what a strategic mind Clint had. Clint nodded. "Was that what?"
"No... Tony and Steve fixed Engine Four. But Loki was getting released from the prisoner cell. I was fighting Natasha and getting cognitive re-calibration," Clint huffed. Coulson gave the archer a confused look. Clint snorted. "She hit me really hard on the head. Broke Loki's control."
"So what happened to me?" Coulson wondered. Clint sighed.
"You went after Loki alone... Loki used his magic to make an apparition of himself and then stabbed you from behind. The... The weapon came through your lungs and just skimmed your heart. Fury said that they called you within a few seconds," Clint mumbled. Coulson frowned.
"Wait, Fury told all of you?" Coulson questioned. Clint now frowned and looked to him. Slowly he nodded. For a moment the duo stared at each other. Then Coulson chuckled. Clint's frown deepened. "I'm not dead."
"What?"
"Fury has a project. T.A.H.I.T.I or something... He found a way to bring people back from near death. It wasn't fully finalized but knowing Nick, he'd certainly use that on me," Coulson laughed. Clint just stared at Coulson in shock. "Knowing Tony Stark, if he's anything like the Tony Stark of this reality... He has major trust issues. And I know you do as well."
"We all kinda do," Clint muttered, thinking back on all the times he still felt his handler was around. Hearing that Coulson was dead was nothing like watching Pietro die, or finding his family murdered. Coulson nodded, not realizing the effect this could have on the archer.
"So, for the best of the team, I'm avoiding all of you," Coulson replied, sounding almost pleased with himself. Clint lightly growled now. Annoyed that he had been beating himself up for so long and the man may actually be alive. "That means, when this is fixed. Don't come looking for me. When the time is right, I'll come back to you."
"I have to go," Clint mumbled before rushing off. He passed by various members of the group that Coulson assembled on his way to his room. Once there, he closed the door with such force that the room shook for a moment. As the vibrations diminished, Clint's rage only increased. He shouldn't be surprised that Fury and Coulson lied to him in the other reality. But he was upset that they did. The knowledge of Coulson's death hit him harder than the other Avengers. Fury never thought to maybe let him know? Give him some sort of sign? Well... Clint had to admit, he knew the truth. If he did know about Coulson, he'd probably go looking for him. A thought crossed his mind before grabbing his laptop and typing in the search function. The results was something that he expected, but didn't mind. "Sokovia."
On time this week, lol. Glad everyone seems to be liking this story.
Little Clint and Little Darius are doing well. Both got over their illnesses and most of the rest are okay as well. I happened to fall the day before and hurt my knees… Hopefully it's just a deep bruise but the x-ray showed something else might be going on. Waiting on more news from that. Not much happened this week other than that. Pretty boring week. Hope everyone enjoys.
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Sammygirl1963 - hee hee. I'm leaving you so confused. I love it but at the same time feel bad, lol. I'm currently editing so far ahead right now that when I got your review I was confused cause I thought I had explained everything but then I realized what chapter you were on and laughed. I half hope your guesses and thoughts are confirmed to be true, but for now, here is the next chapter and hope you continue to enjoy. Also thanks for the thoughts for my family.