Meanwhile on the other side of the city in a large lime green mansion an ugly, skull headed, peg legged, monstrosity stomped along the halls. He was in a mood as foul as his breath and more terrifying than his homely face.

"Scratch!" the alien shouted.

A creature with a white, faceless head wearing a green suit appeared before him. "Yes?" he asked, his voice sounding slightly warped and echoing.

"Where is Snowman?!" he demanded then seemed to change his question to a statement. "Wait, I know where she is, why is she still there!?"

"Do you wish for me to bring her back?" Scratch asked, politely.

"Darn right I do!" he snapped. "Get your rear in gear and bring back my space time witch!"

"I will tell Itchy and the rest to head out." and he vanished.

The alien continued down the hall. That group of lame brains better do something right for once. But then he stopped and changed his mind, he'd just remembered he'd taken care of it earlier by use of another of his subordinates. He summoned the white creature back with a large bang of his cane.

"No need," English spoke up when Scratch had returned. "I've already sent the Handmaid to search for our wayward universe."

Scratch looked unsure about that, or he seemed unsure since he didn't have a face. "Are you sure that's wise, sir?" he asked him cautiously. "the handmaid has tried escaping on many occasions so what makes you think she won't try again?"

English simply smiled maliciously. "Oh, she won't," he said. "I can assure you of that."

The white being decided not to question him. If the mob boss was confident she wouldn't try to get away then he would just have to take his word for it. "Very well, sir."

Well this conversation is going nowhere, Slick realized with annoyance. He was going to have to cut it off before it wandered into further stupidity.

"Never mind!" he snapped, turning away from her when she tried to say something else that was pointless. "Just forget it!"

Snowman let out a sigh. "Very well then, Slick," she said, making it apparent she had either lost interest, just didn't feel like discussing it, or was annoyed at him for repeating himself for a third time.

"Good!" he snapped.

"Good..."

"Shut up!"

Snowman sighed and turned her body away from him without another word. Now he was just being childish. Why couldn't he just go if he didn't feel like discussing this further Why did he have to have the last word? If he didn't feel like continuing he should just leave so she allow herself to do some healing. Her body was still sore when she moved and now she was getting a headache.

He seemed content with leaving her alone now anyway, choosing instead to walk into the kitchen area of the apartment and fix himself a drink. He downed it in a single gulp, the liquid burning his throat. It helped him feel better after a moment and he sat down on a barstool at the island separating the kitchen from the living room, grumbling to himself.

This whole thing was getting stupid, he told himself. Just plain stupid and Snowman was being stupid for acting the way she was. If she wanted to stay there longer she was going to have to get over herself and stop being such a stupid witch. It would do everyone a lot of good if she just cooperated with him. Why was it so hard to do?

Spades Slick looked back toward his bedroom where the female was resting. He could/should just go in there and remove the problem permanently. but he didn't have a death wish and he wondered why he was even considering this again. He wouldn't do that and part of what she said just now inside that room made him want to do it even less for some reason.

He had taken her in without thinking and even made an effort to help her.

"Because of that..."

Don't even repeat yourself. that excuse is just silly now.

He set his drink down and sighed, placing his head on his fingertips. He swore under his breath. "No, I really shouldn't be telling myself that. Its not really true anymore."

So then what was true? Did he suddenly develop red feelings for her as the loud mouthed troll kid would have implied? Nah, that wasn't it either.

He just... cared.

It was weird and made no sense but that was just how he felt.

Slick grabbed his drink and downed it in one gulp. What stupid logic. It was time to get good and smashed and completely drown the feeling before it decided to mature.

Snowman had managed to actually fall asleep after Spades had left even when she'd heard him pounding around in the livingroom afterward. However she'd only been sleeping for an hour when she was awakened by the sensation of a soft hand touching her shoulder.

She sat up suddenly, breathing in sharply as she turned toward the person with her hand raised as if she were going to strike at them. If Slick was in there to harass her again after he'd been the one who wanted to end the discussion so help her-

To her surprise it wasn't Spades Slick at all, it was the Handmaid, her boss's personal servant . Snowman stared at her momentarily, her entire body tensed and ready in case the troll girl decided to do anything to her. The Handmaid stared back at her without a word, though her duo colored eyes said plenty.

Finally when she was given no explanation she asked. "What are you doing here?"

The rust blooded troll didn't answer her right away even after being asked. She simply sat down on the bed and looked the former queen of Derse over. It was making Snowman nervous how slowly and carefully she did it. This girl was planning something.

"Stop that!"

"He wanted me to find you," the troll girl finally responded.

"He? You mean Lord English?"

She nodded. "He told me if I don't bring you back Doc Scratch is going to punish me severely."

"So I guess you're going to be taking me back then." Snowman said, dreading the thought of returning to the felt mansion.

"You know I should," she told her. "and you know what will happen if I don't."

"If he wanted me so badly he could have come and gotten me himself," she told the girl. "he knows where I would go so why isn't he here instead of you?"

"Because he said I had to do this." she didn't look happy about it either.

Snowman couldn't blame her. In the few times she'd been exposed to the young troll the girl had seemed so unhappy and lonely. It seemed extremely obvious she didn't even want to be there.

"If you don't is he going to take something away from you?" she asked. That was always how this girl was punished.

The girl looked away from her. Of course she wasn't going to talk about that and didn't seem happy that Snowman even mentioned that.

"Never mind," the former queen of Derse frowned at her. she wouldn't ask again. "I'm going to tell you now though I'm not going to come willingly."

"He wants you back,' the handmaid said again. "You must come or risk both our lives being worthless."

"Our lives are already worthless," she told the girl. "You're nothing but a slave and I'm only allowed to exist until the power I'm given no longer can save my life. We're pawns, we both know it." Yes, even though Snowman had fun using her powers to get on Spades Slick's nerves she knew eventually something would happen that would make his hesitation leave him.

She looked away again, her attention wandering out the window at the purple night sky. The troll seemed to be lost in thought, her mind off in other places.

Snowman frowned, wondering if the girl was even aware where she was anymore. She seemed to constantly let her attention wander elsewhere as if she'd rather live in a fantasy than in the real world. Who could blame her anyway after how Doc Scratch treated her?

"You have to come," the Handmaid finally said, looking at her. "Now don't fight me on this. Just come along willingly so neither of us have to have more trouble than we want."

Snowman on the other hand had no desire to go back. That would be suicide because she was pretty sure if she went back at that moment she would probably die a slow and painful death which would spell doom for everyone else and wasn't fun for her either.

"No."

"You don't have a choice, Snowman," the rust blooded troll told her, leaning over to grab her arm. "Don't make things harder on yourself."

Snowman kicked at the girl's stomach,. contacting it hard enough to push her away. If this girl intended to bring her back she would have to fight her to do so. The troll took in hard and hit the back wall with a heavy thud. She grunted and fell to the floor, moaning as she was winded by the blow.

Snowman took that opportunity to get off the bed and rush to the door. Well limp quickly to the door since she wasn't completely healed up yet.

"Wait!" the handmaid shouted after her.

Nope, that wasn't happening. She was not going to allow the troll to drag her back to the mansion, especially in her condition. She could hear the girl chasing after her though which made her run faster though it was extremely painful and she wished she didn't have to.

"Snowman, stop it!"

She heard a thumping behind her and turned just as the Handmaid tackled her to the floor. She rolled onto her back and started kicking at the girl in an attempt to make her release her hold on her. No way was she going anywhere without a fight!

Just then the door burst open and someone shouted. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Snowman turned her head and the handmaid looked up. Spades Slick stood in the doorway, a shot glass in hand, looking as if he'd been interrupted in the middle of something important.

When he saw the troll girl he glared at her, baring his teeth. "Who let you in here!?" he demanded.

The Handmaid stared at him briefly before she grabbed Snowman and attempted to take her somewhere else in time.

"Oh no, you don't!" he shouted, leaping forward and managing to grab onto the girl, thus also time traveling with her to another point in time.

When they came out of the time warp all three were somewhere else entirely. It looked like the middle of a desert with dunes and gritty sand that would get into your shoes and stay there even when you tried to clean them out. Snowman recognized it as the way the moon had looked before the carapaces had made a settlement there.

"Let go of me!" the troll shouted at the male gangster who had a tight hold on her.

But Slick held on, his black gloved finger tips digging painfully into her arm. She gritted her pointed teeth and tried to kick him off the same time she attempted to keep a hold on Snowman. It resulted in a wrestling match between the three as they fought with one another, kicking up sand and dust and making a huge mess of the scenery and themselves.

The tussle brought them up against a rock formation which unintentionally stopped the entire confrontation when Snowman's back hit it and they were all sent into a different time in the universe. Now they seemed to be inside the makings of a building that would eventually become Spade Slick's apartment house.

The Handmaid paused in her struggle, her rust colored eyes widening when she saw where they were. Now this wasn't in her plans at all. By then Slick, taking advantage of her being distracted had managed to yank her off of Snowman. He threw her to the ground and pinned her there, glaring at the troll with white hot eyes.

"All right you horned vermin," he snarled. "Talk!"

She kicked at his stomach, trying to get him to release his hold on her. "Get off me!" she shouted. "I don't answer to you!"

He slapped her face, attempting to make her stop struggling. 'You do now, brat!" he snapped at her. "You answer me, explain what you're doing breaking into my apartment and attacking snowman! Answer! Tell me this instant!"

"No!" she kicked at him again. "I will not answer any of your questions!"

"You will or your pretty little face won't be so pretty anymore."

The Handmaid wasn't intimidated by his threats. Compared to the one she received from her master his were pathetic. This only ticked Slick off even more and he raised a as if he were going to punch her in the face

.

The troll stared up at him definitely, showing no fear at his threats. It almost looked like she was expecting him to do just that and he wanted to, so bad but he held himself back, sensing if he did it wouldn't end well.

The Handmaid was sneaky if he wasn't careful she could send him to a random point in time and leave him there to die. But Snowman on the other hand wasn't worried about it at all. She'd recovered enough to take action and action she did, grabbing a brick from the building supplied and cracking the handmaid over the head with it.

The troll let out a grunt and then blacked out, laying limply on the ground.

Spades stared for a moment then looked up at Snowman who was kneeling over slightly, breathing heavily and gripping the brick in her hands. She locked eye with Slick and released the brick, allowing it to clatter to the ground. She then slowly slipped to the ground and rested.

Spades meanwhile took off his tie and used it to tie up the female troll as he asked Snowman. "Wanna tell me what that was all about?"

She'd taken a cigarette out of her coat and lit it. "No." she said after taking a drag. "I do not."

Of course not. that would be too helpful.

"You never do," he grumbled finished up typing the troll. "that's one of the thing I hate the most about you."

She looked at him, her expression that of exhaustion. "We don't always get what we want."

No, we don't he thought, straightening up and looking her over. He wasn't sure why but for some reason he was worried the handmaid might have harmed her further.

"Are you alright?" he asked suddenly.

A/N

I decided I want to finish writing these midnight crew fanfictions even if nobody is reading them anymore.