Alrighty then foolish children... I'm sorry I don't even know why I said that. You're not foolish, or maybe you are and I just don't know it. So I got a little tied up with History Repeats Itself and now I'm back with this one. YAY let's all be happy (much rejoicing). So erm... I have nothing to prattle on about (yes I said prattle because I just spent an hour listening to Poor Unfortunate Soul because it's an awesome song!) so without further ado I give you another chapter because I'm not exactly sure what chapter I'm on. LOL MOVING ON...

Disclaimer: I want it but I don't have it. So you can't sue me (sticks out tongue).

2 warnings! One... I'm not really sure if this warrants a warning but I don't know if some people are going to freak out that some... interesting stuff is going on in this chapter. A real turning point between Sparrow and Alistair. 2... It's a pretty freakin long chapter... I wasn't expecting it to run this long but hell why not?

Making Things Harder...

They had reached Brightwood without too much fuss. A bandit every now and again seemed to be the worst of their troubles. Although troubles could hardly be said as Sparrow realized they made a better team than she had thought. She would take down those in the distance, but anyone who had slipped past her aim would be caught by Alistair with his blade. Brightwood had grown quiet for some time, even the wind seemed to breeze by with hushed breath, the chill of the night and the vision of the imposing Brightwood Tower set both Sparrow and Alistair on edge.

"It's too quiet," noted Sparrow. Alistair nodded in agreement. She clutched her rifle, ready for anything. They stopped suddenly at the sight of a giant, what looked like an upside down triangle topped with a halo of what looked like metal shards. "Oh my..." Sparrow trailed off. The giant piece sent out bolts of lightning and the ground began to vibrate. Sparrow lifted her rifle to aim, though she had expected Hollow Men, they were regular men heavily armed, charging at them.

"Lucien's men are attacking," Theresa informed. Alistair looked around confused for a moment before realizing it was Theresa as she was clearly not with the party. "You must save Garth!" Alistair remained by Sparrow's side until the Spire Guards came too close. His sword clanging loudly with one of their attackers before he lifted his foot and planted it right into the armor of the Spire Guard. He bit back a curse as it was probably not one of his best ideas, but it did knock back his opponent for a short time.

Sparrow noticed more of Lucien's men advancing toward the Tower. "Damn," she muttered. Alistair finally swung his sword with all his might, beheading the final Spire Guard before turning to Sparrow. "We need to move now. Lucien's men are coming in fast. I can try to distract some of them, you should be able to make your way to the top of the Tower without too much trouble."

"And what about you?" Asked Alistair anxiously. He didn't want to leave her behind to die. He had enough of that on his conscious as it were. "I'm not leaving you to fight these men alone."

"I'll be fine," she assured him. Though he didn't seem like he believed it. "If I have enough time I'll meet up with you at the top. I'm just saving all the hard work for you." She smirked, and though he didn't like the idea, he didn't argue any further. "Plus I'll have Roofus with me, he's a hell of a fighter. You'll have enough on your hands." They rushed off to the Tower. More of the Spire Guards waited with weapons drawn. "Go now!" She ordered and Alistair sprinted ahead of her, his sword struck down two guards on his way but before Sparrow even knew it, he was already inside. She raised her rifle again, the once quiet night now exploded with the sound of shot after shot releasing. Roofus went to charge down one of the guards making his way toward Sparrow, he leapt onto the guard and with a vicious growl and a hard bite to the throat, the guard layed motionless.

Alistair had almost no trouble getting up the stairs. Only two of the guards tried to charge him, thinking they had the advantage of numbers, but the stairs were narrow and Alistair instead had the advantage of space. He jumped back at the first guards attempt to swing at him, still trying to readjust to the fact that he was no longer carrying a sheild, then swung his arm and knocking the guard off the staircase completely. The guard fell over with a loud 'OOF' before winding around and climbing back up the stairs. Alistair suddenly didn't think it was such a good idea, as he was now surrounded. The guard in front of him swung his sword in an attempt to swipe Alistair's head clean from his neck, but luckily he managed to duck in time and, while he was still crouched managed to thrust his own sword forward into the armor of his attacker. He spun around to meet his second attacker but, much to his fortune, his head was missing and he had dropped dead.

He found himself on the roof of the Tower, more men waited for him. 'Maker,' he thought tiredly. 'Even darkspawn didn't travel in this sort of horde.' Two tried to close him in and three more stood towards the door he needed to get in. He once more, brought up his sword and tried to keep up with the attacking men at once. He spun out of the way as the on his left swung his sword in a downwards motion yet the one on his right managed to slice into his left arm while he dodged the first. Alistair hissed in pain but didn't let the wound slow him down, Sparrow was counting on him and he'd see to it the job was done if it killed him. Which, at the rate things were going, he wasn't so sure it wouldn't. The comforting sound of a dog barking and growling and a rifle cracking loudly, meant that Sparrow was still alive and holding her own well.

"Oh come on where are they all coming from," cried Sparrow frustratedly. She opened fire as four more men came charging in her direction, she shot them all down easily but then four more men would repeat the process. "We need to figure out something else," she reasoned with Roofus who was still growling. "I don't think they're going away anytime soon." Two men startled Sparrow as she looked behind her and found they had fallen to their deaths from the roof. She glanced up to see Alistair panting as he looked over the side to where the guards lay mangled from the fall. His eyes caught Sparrow's for a breif moment before he quickly caught one of the guards charging in from behind. "He needs our help!" Exclaimed Sparrow as she watched him disappear from sight. "Come on boy!" She disposed of anyone standing in her way as she entered the Tower to catch up with her friend.

She quickly ran up the stair to the roof where Alistair seemed to have found himself in a mess of three against one. She aimed and quickly, one had fallen. The second one, shocked, had left himself and easy target for Alistair. And the third, though he was a little too close for comfort with his sword, layed dead instantly with a bullet between his eyes. She ran until she was at Alistair's side. "Are you alright?" She quickly looked over him until she noticed the wound in his left arm. "You're bleeding!"

"It's fine," he waved her away. "I'll be fine for now. Come on, I thought I saw someone run up to the top!" They charged off. One flight of stair, then another, then another until they heard a deep rich voice.

"I'm never going back there," cried the voice Sparrow guessed would be Garth. "You hear me?"

They reached the top where the room was lined in fire and rubble. Garth on the balcony with swords floating over his head in a circular motion. Another man, dressed differently from the rest of Lucien's men still inside the room, held a sword of some sort in his head. The sight of him sent shivers up Sparrow's spine as spike's poked out of his bald head like the triangular floating object that had brought the Spire Guards in the first place.

"You're wrong," he growled in a raspy voice.

"You think I'm afraid of you," taunted Garth. "You're a freak! One of Lucien's failed experiments! Nothing more!"

"You left too soon Garth," persuaded the Guard. "Lord Lucien's experiment was a radical success." The floating triangular objected high above Garth and the second man. "You are coming with me." The object sent out another bolt of lightning, this time claiming the man and Garth to the Spire. Sparrow was left with her jaw dropped in anger and disbelief that after everything they had just went through to get there, they would get there too late!

"There was nothing you could do," reassured Theresa. Alistair jumped in surprise at the sudden sound of her voice. "That was Lucien's Commandant and apparently he now controls a shard. An Old Kingdom weapon of great power. Lucien's strength grows ever more formidable as does his mastery of the Spire and it's awful machinery. Come back to the Guild," she ordered and then her voice disappeared.

"How does she do that?" Asked Alistair finally. "She's done it twice and I don't see her here do you?"

Sparrow, who was running her fingers through her hair and cursing though she was told it wasn't her fault, suddenly stopped and looked up at Alistair. "It's this Guild seal I recieved," she reached into her back pouch and held up a seal. "It allows Theresa to speak to me. She can see everything I do, and advise me if I need her."

"Isn't that a little invasive?" Thought Alistair. The thought of even Duncan speaking to him randomly was maddening. Sometimes, Alistair needed to be alone with his thoughts, especially when failure was on his mind.

Sparrow shrugged. "I have nothing to hide from the woman who cared for me for ten years," she replied. "Therefore she has nothing to invade on." Sparrow continued onward. "Beside it would be no different from you following me around everywhere. My privacy is just as invaded now as it would be if it were only myself and Theresa."

"Yes but you can tell me to go away anytime," countered Alistair. "She just comes out of nowhere. What if you're in the middle of-" He stopped. Just the thought of asking made his ears feel hot.

"The middle of what?" Asked Sparrow suspiciously. Her eyes narrowed and her arms folded.

"S-something private," suggest Alistair with a nervous smile. Sparrow wasn't buying it though. "Okay, so maybe I was talking about in intimate moments, it's not like people don't do... It."

"Sex," Sparrow raised her eyebrow. "I don't do it." Alistair suddenly felt like he was standing naked in front of Sparrow. More so than he did when he actually was naked in front of her. "I did have one occasion where I almost did but common sense seemed to have found me before it was too late."

"Common sense," repeated Alistair suddenly not uncomfortable with this discussion but interested in what could have happened. "Why ever would your common sense tell you not to, you know, do that?"

"Alistair it's okay to say the big boy word," teased Sparrow. "Sex. I chose not to sleep with him because, well one I was sixteen and he was twenty one, two he was pressuring me, and three he was a pig when I found out he was sleeping with my friend." Roofus growled and barked. "Roofus took care of him didn't you boy?" She scratched his ears for a second, Roofus wagged his tail and tilted his head upward approvingly.

"I don't think I even want to know," Alistair closed his eyes painfully at what she was insinuation that Roofus 'took care of him.' He shook off the images and continued beside Sparrow on their way to the Guild once more. "So why didn't you tell me your real name the first time we met?" He brought up after a long time.

"Huh?"

"Well you told me your name was Sparrow," elaborated Alistair. "But when you were reading your sister's diary, it said your name was Lily."

"Why didn't you tell me that you were really Prince Alistair," she turned the table.

"Point taken," he sighed. "But just so you know, I think Lily is a much better name for you than Sparrow." She said nothing in reply, just looked at him with a curious look before continuing on. Their walk back was kept in an unusual silence, awkward and uncomfortable. Sparrow glanced over at Alistair as though she wanted to say something when something shined and caught her eye. Blood pouring down his arm and trailing off into his palm.

"Alistair," she exclaimed and stopped suddenly. "You're arm! I almost forgot you were hurt!" Alistair apparently had barely noticed the wound as well. He was surprised when he looked down to his left bicep and saw the same thing Sparrow had seen. "Here stop for a second, I might have something for you." She pulled out a bottle and rag and carefully studied the wound. "It's pretty deep, it's a wonder you weren't stumbling around." She soaked the rag before placing it gently on Alistair's wound. He hissed again and tried to snatch his arm back but Sparrow's grip was too tight. "Oh quit whining you'll be fine."

"Ow ow ow," complained Alistair. "Maker woman must you have such a vice like grip?"

"Yes," she answered. "Otherwise you'll get away! Now shut up and hold still." She tied the rag around his arm before they carried on. "It doesn't look that bad now. Keep this there and I'll resoak it in an hour." Alistair huffed but Sparrow didn't listen to him. "Also," she sighed. "I didn't tell you my real name because I haven't been called Lily since I was ten. Rose and Theresa called me Sparrow and it just stuck with me ever since. I wasn't trying to hide anything from you. No one knows me as Lily anymore."

"You don't owe me an explanation." Alistair and Sparrow continued. "You had your reasons for not telling me. I understand."

"I know that," she shook her head. "It's just that I don't want any secrets between the two of us. So if you're a mass murderer or something, now would be the best time to tell me."

Alistair chuckled at that. "No no," he replied between giggles. "Just a minor obsession with my hair and unholy love for fine cheese. Oh and the whole 'King Maric's son' thing. But mass murderer, no. A few maybe," he teased. "But not enough to be deemed mass."

"That's not comforting at all," Sparrow raised her eyebrow. "But at least we're getting it all out in the open." They approached Hero Hill once more, this time taking walking up the side, much to Alistair's delight. They stepped into the cullis gate together where Theresa stood expectantly.

"Sounds like you coud have used my help after all," said Hammer approaching Sparrow. "I knew I should have come."

"The only thing we would have gained," agrued Sparrow. "Is two lost Heroes and one is bad enough!"

"What Sparrow speaks is true," Theresa stood in. "We cannot allow Lucien to keep Garth. You must get him out of there."

"We could always ask nicely," Alistair mumbled under his breath. Sparrow jabbed him roughly before glaring at him. If looks could kill, that wound on his arm would have been the least of his problems.

"'There' being the Spire," asked Hammer incredulously. "We don't even know what's inside that thing, much less how to get there."

"We could always knock on the front door," Sparrow mimicked Alistair's sarcasm. He frowned for a moment but playfully jabbed her back. Both pursed their lips to keep from giggling in the middle of something so important.

"There is one who might know," Theresa glanced at Sparrow and Alistair who straightened up immediately, waiting for their next location. "When Lucien left for the Spire, he essentially abandon half his staff. His old butler, Jeeves now spends his days at the Cow and Corset." Alistair once more bit back a quick snicker at the name. Sparrow remembered Jeeves from that fateful night. Instructing the girls on how to behave in front of Lucien.

"His butler," repeated Hammer thoughtfully. "I bet he saw his share of dirty dealings." She smirked at the thought as she picked up her hammer to leave with Alistair and Sparrow. "Well, if it means a trip to the pub, we'll just have to make that sacrifice."

"The task requires tact and delicacy," Theresa held out her hand to stop Hammer once more. Alistair was really starting to feel sorry for her, she was going to be stuck in that Guild forever at the rate Theresa was going. "Something I believe you are unfamiliar with Hammer." Sparrow bit her bottum lip to keep from saying anything, especially with the way Hammer was scowling at Theresa for a second, now two, and three. "Why are you staring at me?" The answer should have been obvious, even Alistair couldn't believe Theresa would act oblivious to Hammer's anger.

"This is the part where you say 'no offense'," answered Hammer through grit teeth. She threw down her hammer and her arms up into the air. "Hmf, looks like you two are on your own again."

"There is no time to waste. Go now," Theresa instructed as she had before. "Go to the Cow and Corset in Bowerstone and talk to Jeeves." Once more Alistair and Sparrow were off.

They wasted no time and began rushing towards Bowerstone. The venture was only a few short hours before they found themselves in front of the massive Inn. Sparrow leaned over the bar and inquired about a man named Jeeves. "Look Sparrow," sighed the bar keep. "If I knew everyone's name who came by here it could be a bad sign for my business. Now the Cow and Corset is always busy. He may be here, he may not. That's all I can tell you."

"You don't have the time to remember everyone's name," Alistair crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "But you remember Sparrow?"

"I- Erm... Well-," he stammered. "She is after all a celebrity."

"You're hiding something from me," Sparrow growled angrily. "I suggest you tell me what it is now before I invite myself through your Inn and you'll see how well your business does after I kick down every damn door. I think these people will turn their patronage somewhere more private."

"Alright," sighed the barman. "He's upstairs. I didn't tell you because everyone has tried to get in to see him for some book. They get angry at him and storm off. I lose business this way!"

"Why not throw him out?"

"He pays well himself," shrugged the barman sheepishly. "Any way, you know where he is now, go speak with him."

"Stay down here with the barman," ordered Sparrow. "Here," she dropped a few coins into the barman's hand. "Whatever he's drinking I'm paying for it." She left Alistair alone before stomping up the stairs to the second room. Nothing special about the room would have suggested that Jeeves would be waiting around the corner. A bed, a dresser, and the heavy scent of alcohol could have been anyone.

"So for a thousand I could by a house and-," he stopped suddenly and glanced in Sparrow's direction. "I see you!" Sparrow stepped out from the far left side of the dresser into Jeeves view. If it wasn't for the drunken state he was in, he looked exactly the same as the first and last time Sparrow had seen him. An older man with thinning white hair dressed finely. "Well well well," he circled Sparrow a few times. "Another offer? Dear me! So many inquisitive minds!"

"Another offer?"

"So many who wish to know all Lucien's dirty little secrets."

"I don't wish to know. I have to!"

"Well, everything you want to know is all written down, and I know where. And here's something else that's written down: my price. Don't let anyone else see it!" He tossed her a piece of paper. Sparrow eyed him carefully one moment before gasping. 'One Thowsande Goldde Peeces and Notte a Panny Less!'

"One thousand," cried Sparrow. "Are you mad? Why should I give you a thousand gold coins for information?"

Jeeves smiled sickly, "Well you know," he stopped behind her. "I'm sure you and I could work something out." Sparrow, smelling the strong smell of alcohol and his body far too close to hers, nearly jumped across the room. She shook her head furiously. "Then that," he gestured to the paper still in Sparrow's hand. "Is my finally offer. Take it or leave it."

"But that's all the money I have! How am I suppose to eat?"

"Lucien's diary is a riveting read, I assure you. I'm sure some private collector will make a nice place for it in his equally private home. Now unless you've got a preposition I suggest you leave me to my whisky."

"Fine," she threw her pouch onto his bed. "There's you money, now can I please have the location of that diary? This is important!"

He looked through the bag delightfully before nearly squealing. "My thanks! It's a juicy little collection: I assure you, you wont regret it."

"I better not for one thousand gold coins," mumbled Sparrow folding her arms angrily.

"I buried Lucien's diary for safekeeping," he handed Sparrow a map. "This is the map to it's location." Sparrow noted the lake, and inwardly smacked herself on the forehead. 'I came all this way just to go back?' She almost screamed. On the back left a note to a more specific location.

'Lest the fire waters I am so fond of imbibing these days burn the memory of from my mind, here are the instructions for finding Lucien's diaries. Perhaps I can sell them one day and make a profit off the old tyrant.' Sparrow bit back a laugh and recognized the dialog of old Jeeves she met in her childhood. So proper and well educated unlike the smelly man standing before her now. Her thoughts for an instant flashed to Alistair, a trained sword both as a Templar and as a Grey Warden left to become a wandering drunk after having been abandon. She tried to press back the thoughts and continued reading. 'In Bower Lake, lying in the shadow of the hill named after Heroes, are the stumps of three trees. In that spot I have buried his diary.'

"Excellent," she exclaimed happily.

"I would show you were it is myself, but..." He grinned before opening the pouch once more. "I have some money to spend!" He laughed like a giddy school child before rushing off.

"He is far too cowardly to double cross you," spoke Theresa. "The map will lead you to the diaries." The assurance was nice, especially if it came from Theresa and so Sparrow rushed down the stairs to meet Alistair, who was saving a mug for Sparrow.

"I've got the map," she reported happily before taking a long chug, emptying the whole mug much to Alistair's surprise. "Come on, we shouldn't waste any time!" Much to Alistair's dismay, they found themselves running once more. Sparrow whistled for Roofus who barked happily as he caught up quickly to his mistress. They reached Bower Lake and Sparrow lead them excitedly to Hero Hill. Alistair didn't understand at first, were they just going to return to Theresa empty handed? Finally Sparrow, who was almost too excited to speak, gave away the location. "Okay so according to the map, we shouldn't be too far from the diaries. Roofus do you smell anything yet?" Roofus like before stuck his golden snout in the air and took three breat sniffs. With a small hop he barked telling Sparrow and Alistair he did indeed smell something.

They rushed off until they found themselves just to the right of the hill in the shadow, like the map instructed. Roofus stopped for a moment and began growling. "Roofus," cautiously Sparrow took a step forward until the ground rumbled and stood on two legs. "Oh... crap!" Sparrow and Alistair dove out of the way as a boulder smashed into bits on the ground. The large beast smashed his mighty hand to the ground where it rumbled once more and knocked Alistair off his feet. Sparrow run in circles around the troll until she noticed the large, maggot like, tendrils sticking out of it's body. Suddenly she came to an idea. Her rifle raised and she shot one open tendril on it's body. The troll gave the closest thing it could to a cry of pain, before it picked up another boulder and threw it in her direction. She threw her weight down so that she could tumble and swing herself back on her feet and keep moving. Alistair, back on his feet, was at a loss. He couldn't shoot, but he certainly couldn't get in close enough to swing either. Instead, Sparrow finally called to him. "Distract it!" Which for Alistair was an easy enough task. Once the troll had it's back turned on Sparrow she began to shoot until all the tendrils seemed to have exploded from her view. It was the front she was more afraid of there would be no way Alistair could distract the large creature and she'd still be able to find a clear shot.

Alistair ducked under a boulder narrowly colliding with his head. "Any other methods would be nice!"

"I'm thinking," yelled Sparrow. Finally, she did the only thing there was left to do, she stood in front of Alistair and shot the first tendril and then another. The troll angril slammed his fist into the ground once more, knocking the team off their feet once more. The troll wasted no time in trying to smash his attackers while they were down and a large rock was sent in Alistairs direction. Sparrow quickly climbed on top of her friend before she rolled them over. Still on top, stradling she aimed for the remaining tendrils, not noticing the kickback from her rifle or the hell it left Alistair in as her hips moved on top of his. With one final shot, the troll began sinking back into the earth, leaving the day still once more. "Huh," she wiped the sweat from her brow as she looked down at Alistair. "That wasn't so bad was it?"

Alistair's face twisted uncomfortably. "Please get off of me," he pleaded almost painfully. Sparrow, finally realizing the suggestive position they were left in and that she was sitting on something strangely hard, jumped off him with a hot blush.

"Heh," she nervously laughed putting her rifle back. "I um... I... Sorry about that! Heh, heh heh." Alistair said nothing, he seemed to focused on the sudden tightness in his pants. "Well who gets... excited after that?" She finally yelled at him.

"It's not my fault," defended Alistair. His cheeks just as red as her own. "It was you, where you were sitting. Your weapon knocks you back... repeatedly!"

"And that gets you off?"

"No! It's just a reaction."

Roofus ended their heated debate by barking and digging at the ground. Sparrow, still giving Alistair the evil eye met with Roofus and began digging. Like Rose's diary, the book was strangely very well intact. Sparrow opened the diary only to find strange symbols and figures that she couldn't read. What did it mean?

"Good work," Theresa voice made Sparrow jump suddenly. How much did she know just happened? "But it will do you little good without a translation. Bring it back to the Guild." Sparrow looked at Alistair for a moment, comtemplating an apology for her anger. It wasn't Alistair's fault that his body reacts like most normal men, it wasn't like he was trying to make a move on her though.

"We should get going," Alistair suggested. "I'm sorry I-"

"Please," she held up a hand to stop it. "You were right, it wasn't your fault. It should be me who has to apologize not you. I'm sorry I was so angry."

"No harm done," he smirked. "Just don't send Roofus after me." Roofus barked and wagged his tail before leading the way up to the Guild.

"Very well," she teased. "I mean he looked so tempted to do it too." They laughed and entered the Guild. "I'm beginning to grow tired of the sight of this place." She joked.

"I know what you mean," said Hammer. "I've been here for ages. At least you get to leave!"

"Welcome back," greated Theresa. "I trust finding the diary was not too difficult." She raised an eyebrow between Alistair and Sparrow. Making them both feel very uncomfortable. "Now," she held out one of her long hands. "Bring it to me- I will translate it for you."

"You can read that," asked Hammer astonded that a blind woman could read. "But... your eyes are, you know..."

"As I have said to Alistair, I can see other worlds than this one."

"And in other worlds you can see? I don't understand."

"Me either," agreed Sparrow. Alistair just shrugged, having no idea what it meant either.

"Shh," Theresa hushed the room. They waited anxiously to what this could lead to next. "Westcliff. Lucien is recruiting guards from Westcliff." It wasn't a suggestion, or a guess. Theresa was one hundred percent sure she was right.

"Oh come on," Hammer waved her hand dismissively. "Westcliff's a dump, full of brawlers and thugs. The only thing there is that arena."

"The Crucibal," explained Theresa more specifically. "Those who win it are physically tough, and mentally weak."

"The perfect combination," said Sparrow thoughtfully. "They're less likely to oppose him." Theresa nodded.

"Lucien is recruiting the winners as guards," She looked to Sparrow as though her eyes actually did function. "You must enter the Crucible in Westcliff, and emerge from it victorious. It's the only way to the Spire- the only way to get to Garth, and rescue him."

"At last," Hammer reached for her weapon again. Sparrow and Alistair braced themselves for Hammer to be turned down once more. "Some action!" She wasted no time for Theresa to oppose her decision. "Last one there is a rotten hobbe!" She raced for the cullis gate. Leaving only Alistair and Sparrow to face Theresa.

"This research will prove invaluable," said Theresa. "Now... You should go after her, before her enthusiasm wears off. Though I wonder if it ever does." Alistair and Roofus went ahead of Sparrow, both had disappeared to the top of Hero Hill.

"Where's the fire," asked Sparrow sarcastically.

"I'm sure Alistair is trying to get the blood to move to far more than just one area," said Theresa with a cheeky tone. Sparrow gaped for a minute before turning red. "Go they will be waiting for you." Sparrow said nothing, just let her head hang as she shook it. Theresa really had to bring it up didn't she.

"Stupid old bat," she muttered as she stepped into the cullis gate. No doubt that Theresa had heard her, or that she didn't miss Sparrow sticking her tongue out at the old woman as she disappeared.

(A/N: What an ordeal. I probably extended that FAAARRR more than I should have. Yes the title is a pun! And OH! Before I forget, this fiction as it says in the description is probably going to jump up in a little while. Yes that does mean that the do will be done and so on and so forth. But for now, I'm not actually sure but I'm just going to say that's it for right now. Oh and if this chapter is crappier than usual, I apologize. I just drank a whole two liter of Pepsi Max, I'm barely sitting in my seat as it is. So you know the drill. Read, review, and remember: I love you!)