Hey everyone! (: (long, but important author's note alarm, please read!)

As you may remember, on the last chapter, I had asked you, if you guys want this story to become a Rogan one. But there were 4 votes (5, if you count mine, lol) and 3 of them were for "Leave Raquel alone - Her Story" staying a Runther fanfiction, since there aren't enough of them and stuff. Besides, I already started writing the story as Runther and wrote four chapters ahead, which are Runther, as well.
To the users, who voted for Rogan: I'm sorry, but maybe you want to go check out my Rogan oneshot, "Only three words"? And I plan on writing some more Rogan in the future. (:

Except for this thing I had to tell you guys, I want to let you know about the poll that I'm making at my profile. Please, even if this story is the first one written by me that you have ever read, please, go voting! The question is, what pairing I should write in the future about. And if you hate my writing, you can also choose the variant "Focus on writing 'Leave Raquel alone - Her Story'" ;D

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fortheloveofchocolate : I don't remember, if I have ever replied to one of your awesome reviews, but if not, then I apologize, because your reviews always bring a smile to my face. You have been there from the first chapter and I hope you stay for the last. Okay, that was dramatic, lol (:

Love : You actually were the person, that made my decision easier! If I'd be completely honest, I don't really wanted to change this story into a Rogan one, because I hate, when pairs are switched in the middle of a story, with a passion, and, mostly after watching Love & War It Up, I don't see Logan's character fitting into the male role in my fanfiction. I hope, you will keep reading this story! (:

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Chapter V

Rocky didn't want to be outside any longer, but Gunther was her only hope and she needed to find him. As she exited the apartment building, a little girl locked eyes with her for a second, then her eyes became wide and Rocky could tell she would cry the next second.

"I didn't murder Flynn," Rocky started saying, even if it was senseless, but the girl already ran away. It was costing her much not to start crying, too, but that wasn't helping her finding Gunther, so she decided to walk through the streets (the hood of her hoodie covering her face now) and see if he was taking a walk, too.

After a while she got tired (not only of walking, but of the whispers around her - people still recognized her) and decided to go home finally. In front of her apartment building, Rocky breathed out - a blonde guy was sitting at the stairs.

"Gunther!", she called, "I finally found you!"

"And I finally found you," he replied with a grin and stood up. "Your parents kicked me out, they said you weren't home, had gone crazy and I shouldn't talk to you," he was walking towards her, now sounding seriously. "What's going on?"

"Um, you know, parents, they are sure upset that Ty often isn't home," was the first thing Rocky managed to say. She remembered, that she was a bad liar forever ago and this didn't change.

"Ty was home," Gunther replied calmly and took Rocky's shoulders gently. "You may think you don't have a reason to trust me yet... so I suggest you will tell me what happened in your life when you're ready to tell, okay?"

"Okay," Rocky tried a little cracky smile. "But what about you tell me about yours? And where are you actually living now?"

"I rented an apartment." Rocky noticed the second change after his looks: Gunther wasn't talking as much as he did before.

"Um... if it's not too much... can't we go to your apartment and talk there?", Rocky questioned, sounding insecure.

"Sure, why not." He didn't lose a word about how wonderful it was today outside - she sure had her reasons.

"Here it is," Gunther announced and pointed to the door of the apartment 4F. He opened the door, gesturing Rocky to enter. "Ladies come first."

She remembered how her and CeCe had talked about their dream-boyfriends and Rocky was saying something about how her boyfriend should be a gentleman. CeCe had replied, "Yeah, say stuff like 'Ladies come first' and open the door for you" "Yes, like that," Rocky had said. "Trust me, a guy is only doing that to look at your butt," and they had laughed until their stomachs hurt.

Her stomach hurt now, too.

"Rocky? Are you fine?" She didn't notice that she had came in and sat down on a little chair that was probably used to put your shoes on.

"Yeah, yeah," Rocky replied and stood up to take a look at the apartment.

It had a hall with a wardrobe (who needs a wardrobe in the hall?), mocha-colored walls and a dark brown carpet without any pattern. Gunther went into the kitchen and Rocky followed him. He opened the dark blue fridge that almost seemed little to Rocky, compared to the one they had at home, and took a look at the inside.

"As you can see, I don't have any food right now. Are you hungry?"

Yes, she was, even very hungry - she hadn't eaten anything for a day or something -, but she replied, "No, I'm good."

"Okay, then let's go to the... other room," Gunther said and led his guest to the door. They stepped into the room behind the door and now Rocky could understand, why he had called it 'the other room': in the left corner there was a bed with blue and white striped bed clothing, in the middle of the room there was a small TV in front of a neutral light sand coloured couch and on the right side there was a bookcase with a chair. The interior somehow reminded Rocky of a Sims' flat.

Gunther took a seat on the couch and she took that as a sign to sit down next to him, which she did. He was looking at her for a moment, before asking, "So, what do you want to know?"

"Whatever you want to tell," Rocky answered and for a second, she was looking like the little Raquel she had been once, who was waiting for her father to tell an interesting story.

Gunther seemed amused about her face expression. "When I was leaving for the Old Country, I didn't know what was happening there at the moment. Nobody knew, so I left and when I was there, I found out, that there was a war."

Rocky had always imagined Gunther's home country as a peaceful place, where people were milking goats most of the time. "Why?", she questioned.

"It was a revolution," Gunther replied, "a war between the crown and normal people."

Rocky raised her eyebrows. "Why would people fight against their king or queen?"

"It's kind of difficult to explain. See, in America, there is democracy, right?" Rocky nodded. "Well, because of in the Old Country there is a king and a queen, it's called monarchy."

"I know what monarchy is," Rocky replied a little bit annoyed.

"Wait, that's not all. In the Old Country it's called monarchy, which means, that there's a king and a queen, but the people still have freedom, they just can't choose the monarch. But does this mean, that it really is like that?"

Rocky answered quickly, "Of course it does. You can't just call a country monarchical, if it isn't, that would be a lie."

Gunther smiled sadly. "I see, you don't really know much about politic things. You can tell people all the things you want and they will believe you, if you do it right. If you make them believe. Unofficially, Old Country is a dictated country, led by a man who hasn't got a clue about anything, but has an evil and clever helper. Back then, when I was living there, I was too young to understand the fact, that everyone had enough. They couldn't dress the way they wanted to, couldn't eat the food they wanted to, couldn't read the books they wanted to and nothing was going to change. They have waited for years and now the battle has began."

"On whose side did you fight?", Rocky questioned curiously.

"On my own," Gunther replied. "In this war you either live or don't, the interests of the population weren't actually Important anymore."

"It must had been tough," Rocky said quietly and bit her lower lip. She felt Gunther looking at her, but she didn't dare to look back.

"Yes, it was. But there were also good things," Gunther answered and smiled. "It was like a zebra: there are black stripes, but then comes a white one. After tough times, someday, came happy moments. And because there weren't that much of them, they felt even better and you always had a motivation, when the tough times came again."

Rocky nodded, almost smiling at the poetic answer Gunther's. "Now the tough times are over, aren't they?"

"I hope," the blonde said and scratched the back of his neck.

"Do you... do you have to come back again?" Rocky questioned with widen eyes; she knew enough to have an idea of how awful a war is.

"I don't think so. But the laws, now, in the war, are very complicated and can be changed the next second," Gunther sighed.

Rocky looked up to the clock on the wall and then to Gunther, her eyes widen in shock. "Holy crap, I have to get going!" she exclaimed.

"I'll walk you," Gunther suggested politely, but Rocky shook her head.

"No, thanks."

She stood up and walked to the door; Gunther opened it quickly.

"Do you remember the way?" he asked, worryingly.

"Yes, yes, I do"

"Then you're welcome to come anytime you want," Gunther said and flashed a honest smile to Rocky.

"Thanks, Gunther, I really appreciate it," she replied, trying to smile and it actually worked.

"No need to thank, bay-bee!" he used his old catchphrase, making her laugh for the first time in these years.

"See you!" Rocky said and ran down the stairs in rush.

Gunther was looking at her back and wondering, if he could live his old life as Tinka's twin sibling who sparkled brighter than the sun and danced on Shake It Up, Chicago again.

He had a lot to find out about what had changed the time he wasn't there.