A/N: Again, so sorry for the delay, it may doesn't seem like it but I have a life! Again, thank you so much for the feedback : reviews, followers, favoriters ( it isn't a word... yet!) : YOU GUYS ARE ALL KIND OF AWESOME !
So thanks to Linoria, Lilywonders, Kimmeke95, Poseidon's Unclaimed Daughter, Sage5, seguist and Carpe-Libri for following/adding in their favorites this fanfiction.
And thanks to Linoria, Lilywonders, crazy diva, Kaya, Kejae, Guest and AlexisFlare for the fantastic reviews :) I replied to some of them:
AlexisFlare : thank you so much! Pfiou, I can breath again and sleep with both of my eyes closed ;) Enjoy your reading !
Guest : Thanks for the review and sorry for the confusion, I'll try to fix that :)
Lilywonders : Thank you :) And don't worry, I don't plan on stopping this fanfic ;) Hope you'll enjoy this new chapter as much as you loved the last one.
Kaya : I know, it's sad that the "real" Neal is dead, but I kinda had to kill him (that made me sound like Dexter Morgan : justifying my crimes, telling there's a good reason for it to happen XD) for my storyline to work. And Bryce took Neal's place before making a deal with Peter and start working for the FBI. As for Mozzie being suspicious, just read this chapter ;) Hope you'll enjoy it and thanks again for the review !
Lilly : Thank you, and the others will find out.. Eventually.. ^^" Enjoy your reading !
crazy diva : Last but not least :) Yep, Neal's dead, kinda sucks... Sorry if it made you sad :/ I love that you loved Sarah and Neal's meeting's, Bryce yelling at Chuck's and Bryce becoming Neal's parts 'cuz those were the one I enjoyed the most writing about :D There will may be Bryce's whumpage, I can't tell you for sure : I've changed so many things in the story since I've started writing this fanfic. As for when Bryce became Neal, I already answered to that question (look up !). And for the drama and confrontation, keep reading and enjoy ! ;)
Disclaimer : I don't own the TV show 'Chuck' nor its characters. If I did, it would had never ended. It belongs to NBC and to the duet Fedak/Schwartz. I don't own the TV show 'White Collar' nor its characters. It belongs to Jeff Eastin and tot USA NETWORKS.
THE NEXT DAY.
FBI HEADQUARTERS, WHITE COLLAR DIVISION, NEW YORK
9.36 AM
Neal entered the FBI building, carrying on a tray four cups of coffee for his fellow partners. Diana walked toward him. The young blue eyed man smiled back and handed her a cup. She took it with both of her hands, inhaled the sentence, letting out a small moan of delight. Diana looked at him and asked:
"How much milk did you put in it?"
"Half a cup."
"Did you put sweetners in it?"
"Yep" he replied, popping the 'p' at the end of the word.
"Cream?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"And-"
"And I didn't forget the cinnamon." Neal interrupted her, a knowing smile on his lips.
Diana smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek as a 'thank you. He nodded and started walking toward Peter's office, only to find it empty. Neal frowned in his eyebrows and turned toward his female partner.
"Eh, Berrigan!"
Diana lift her eyes for the file she was reading and looked at Neal. The young man indicated with his thumb their boss' empty office and asked:
"Where's Peter?"
"He had a meeting with the general Beckman. He should be back soon."
Neal nodded at her answer, even though he was still confused of the reasons of this 'meeting.' He saw Jones enter the building carrying his bag on a shoulder. He smiled at him and did a small wave in his direction. The black agent smiled before taking one of the coffees Neal had brought earlier. He took a sip of it and asked:
"Shouldn't you be resting?"
"Why?"
"Because you got your ass kick yesterday, you've got a broken arm, a dislocated shoulder and a broken nose out of it" he replied, cocking an eyebrow.
Neal scoffed and sat on the desk, replying:
"I'm fine. I prefer be bored here, surrounded by my friends, than being bored at my place, all alone."
Jones rolled her eyes as Diana chuckled. Neal allowed a small chuckle to escape his lips. He suddenly felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. He got down off the desk and took the device out of his pocket. On the screen was the name of Mozzie. He sighed, pondering the cons and pros. Pro : if he picked up his phone, Neal would speak with him and feel less bored. Con : if he picked up, Mozzie would ask him questions about yesterday's fight and Chuck. Neal pursed his lips then, after several minutes of meditation, answered the call. The ex-conman brought his phone to his ear and exclaimed:
"Hey, Moz'! What's up?"
"Don't 'Moz' me, Caffrey!" an unusually angry voice replied.
"What's wrong? He asked in a falsy confused tone. Neal knew exactly what was wrong.
"Oh, please you don't fool me, Neal. I'm the one who taught everything you know today-"
"Well, Alex kinda helped too and-" Neal muttered.
"Whatever" Mozzie interrupted "I'm your master, I'm your sensei, I'm your master Yoda. You can't con me."
'Oh shit' Neal thought, his face becoming white. He ran a hand over his face, trying to calm himself, ignoring the worried glances his partners were shoting at him. Neal sighed then said:
"Ok, Moz', calm down : what's goi-"
"Oh, cut the crap, I don't buy it" Mozzie interrupted "Meet me at the Central Park Zoo, in front of the lions' enclosure, in 10 minutes. Don't be late." Then he hung up before Neal could agreed.
Still dumbfound by his friend's call, he stuffed his phone in his pocket and put his fedora hat. Diana frowned her eyebrows, crossed her arms and asked:
"Neal?"
As if the young woman's voice broke the curse he was under, Neal turned his head to look at his partner. Diana tilted her head to the side and continued:
"Are you okay?"
Was he okay? He's been asking this question since he saw Chuck and talked with Sarah. He shot her his 'Caffrey' smirk and nodded, replying:
"Yes."
'Liar' a small voice sang his head. He shook his head to chase the voice away. Jones insisted:
"You're sure about it?"
"Pretty sure. It was just Moz' and - Well, you know how he is."
"Not really" Jones grimaced "I'm trying to avoid him as much as possible : this guy's freaking me out."
This little comment made Neal and Diana snort. Neal took his jacket and walked toward the exit door, asking:
"Eh, if Peter came back before I do, could you tell him I went to meet with Sara?
"Why lying?" Diana wondered, frowing her eyebrows in confusion.
" 'Cause if you tell him I went to meet with Mozzie, he'd think I'm hiding something and organizing robberies."
"But you are hiding something, ain't you?" the young woman insisted. Neal stopped dead in his tracks and turned to her, looking like a hurt puppy. Seeing the ex-conman pleading blue eyes, she rolled her eyes and said "I gotcha, Caffrey, don't worry. Now, go before I change my mind."
Neal grinned at her and blew her a kiss before exiting the federal building.
**FLASH-BACK**
CIA NEW YORK HEADQUARTERS, 2009.
Beckman had ordererd some agent to give Bryce clothes that weren't torn apart and had asked a doctor to observe and take care of his injuries. Both of them were now in a place where people were throwing knives and shooting bullets at mannequins, others were fighting with swords or with the fists and some were analyzing files to hack some big compagnies. Even though the inscription on this building 'New York Bank', everyone with eyes could see that something was going in here. Especially Bryce, who had spent at least a year training in here.
As the doctor finished patching his arm, Beckman came back with a bald little man with glasses. He looked like a weasel. The small ginger woman cleared her throat to catch her agent's attention. Bryce raised his hand and as he saw his superior waiting for him to notice her, he abruptly rose from the chair he was in. He put his hands behind his back and gave her a short nod, saying:
"General."
"Agent Larkin." she put a hand on the bold man's shoulder and introduced "Meet Mr Mozzie."
"Only Mozzie. Not need to be so formal" the small guy intervened.
"Mozzie is going to be your source and trainer.
Bryce turned to the small man, smiled at him and held out a hand. Mozzie looked at the hand, a disguted look on his face then said, shaking his head:
"I don't shake hands."
"O..kay." he replied, cocking an eyebrow and letting his hand fall to his side. Confused, he frowned his eyebrows and turned to the small ginger woman and asked "Wait, trainer?"
"Think of me as your sensei, your Master Yoda." Mozzie replied instead of Beckman.
"I don't need a trainer, nor do I need a Master Yoda. No offense." he adressed the last part to Mozzie, who shurgged it off "I'm one of your best agents, you said it yourself."
"That's the problem" Mozzie answered again "You're always acting like you're a spy-"
"Which I am" Bryce interrupted, shoting a 'duh!' look.
"But Neal Caffrey isn't" the short man continued "he's a conman : he's carefree, charming and doesn't walk around with weapons on him. So if you want everybody, even I, to believe that you're who you say you are, by that, I mean, Neal George Bennet, a conman suspected of hundreds of thefts. Anf for that, you got to forget who you are, who you were ever trained to be. From now, Bryce Larkin is dead and Neal Caffrey is still on the loose, waiting for the FBI to caught him again."
**BACK TO THE PRESENT DAY**
FBI HEADQUARTERS, WHITE COLLAR DIVISION, NEW YORK
2:05 PM.
CIA and FBI agents were each sitting on opposite sides of the table, facing Peter. The FBI agent quicky scanned the room, looking for his consultant. He frowned his eyebrows, turned to Diana and Jones, then asked:
"Where's Neal? I highly doubt that he listened to me and took the day off, did he?"
"He dropped off coffees this morning, then saw you weren't there and left." Jones replied, after exchanging a quick glance with Diana "Said something like spending time with Sara."
Peter frowned his eyebrows again, suspicious. He had visited Sara's office earlier and talked with her during several hours about Neal and other things after his meeting with Beckman. The young woman hadn't say anything about Neal visiting her. He pursed his lips for a few minutes then muttered:
"Huh! Well, we'll start without him"
He noticed the quick glance his two agents shared once again. He took out his phone and quickly sent a message to Sara before putting it back in his pocket.
To : Sara E. (cellphone)
From : Peter
Hey, did Neal drop by when or before I left your office this morning?
Message sent at 2:09 PM, April 3rd.
Peter took the multiple files than were on the table and passed them to each of the agents. Once they each opened it, he pointed to a picture on the white board next to him and started talking:
"This is Theodore Roark, ex-CEO of Roark Intruments and for now, our priority is to catch him and to lock him in a cell. He's been in New York for a month and -"
"You were aware of his location for a month and you didn't arrest him?" Casey scoffed.
"I don't know what you think we do here, Colonel, but knowing his location doesn't make the job easier" Diana retorted in a cold tone, shoting him a dark glare.
"Whatever, I don't know why we're working in collaboration with suits" Casey muttered, crossing his arms "This case belongs to us."
"Not really, actually" Jones intervened "I don't think you know anything about burglaries or forgery, unlike us. This case belongs to us."
As Casey was grunting, Chuck put a hand on his forearm and said, straightening in his chair:
"You really think that we're interested in Roark because he decided to start robbing banks and burgling mansions?"
"Why would you be if not for that?" Peter asked, as he sat next to Diana and crossed his arms
"The bastard is supposed to be dead" Sarah replied "Our own team made sure of that."
"Roark is just a thief. Why would his dead be necessary?" Diana wondered, frowning her eyebrows.
Chuck, Sarah and Casey exchanged suspicious and unsure glances, not knowing what they're allowed or not to say. Casey gave a small nod at Chuck who sighed before saying:
"Before being CEO of a massive compagny, Roark is a computer scientist. Some people say he created some of today most successful computer technologies, comparing him to Steve Jobbs and Bill Gates -"
"Wait - how do you all that?" Jones asked, suspicious.
"Roark worked with my father on several projects. Unfortunately, they parted one day, having a divergence of ideas and interests. According to my father, Roark stole some ideas from him. Those ideas were great, if they hadn't been in Roark's hands: him and his firm has been implicated in several suspect technology transfer deals and Roark has been under CIA surveillance for over a year. That's when we learn that he was working for Fulcrum, an hostile espionage organizition formed in 2003 : rumor has it than every federal organization has a Fulcrum agent in its ranks. We suspect Roark to be one of its founders."
"What did Fulcrum hired him for?" Peter asked.
"My father also worked for the CIA : he created a super computer containing the secrets of every federal and governemental agences of the world : CIA, NSA, even FBI. Since the original one belong to the CIA and NSA They hired Roark to built a new one." Chuck answered. "He failed."
"What else does this 'super-computer' contain?"
"I'm afraid that if I tell you, I'd have to kill you, Agent Burke." Chuck replied in a cold tone, smirking darkly.
The young man didn't know how much he was allowed to say. He was afraid he'd said too much when he started talking about Fulcrum and the Intersecret. He shot a quick glance, making sure that he hadn't let anything important slip without him noticing. His brown eyes met his fiancée's blue ones and the young blonde woman shot him a small, yet comforting, took his hand in hers under the table and squeezed it softly.
Peter sighed, looking at the three CIA agents. He had a weird feeling about this 'Chuck' guy. He had a weird a feeling about this all team. He had a weird feeling Neal, who had started to act differently since those CIA agents had arrived in New York. Peter didn't know what this feeling was but he was going to do everything he could to discover what it was.
The FBI agent slighly jumped when he felt his cellphone buzz in his pant's pocket. He took it and frowned in his eyebrows and he read Sara's answer:
From : Sara E. (cellphone)
No, he didn't. Why? Is something wrong with him?
Message received at 2:20 PM, April 3rd.
Peter sighed before taping back :
To : Sarah E. (cellphone)
From : Peter
I honestly don't know.
Message sent at 2:20, April 3rd.
*BREAKLINE*
MEANWHILE...NEW YORK'S STARBUCK
2:25 PM.
Neal took out his phone off his pocket to see that he had three missed calls and one unread message from Diana, one for Jones and five from Peter. He hissed and grimaced when he saw that he also had one missed call and five unread messages from Sara. He sighed and read some of it :
From : Diana (cellphone)
To : Neal
Where the hell are you ? What do you have a cellphone for ? Peter just enter the building with these CIA guys. You know what ? I don't care where the hell you are, just get you silly ass back here.
Message received at 1:50 PM, April 3rd.
...
From: Sara E. (cellphone)
To: Neal
Hey, just wanted to check on you since.. Well you know... See you tonight :)
Message received at 1:55 PM, April 3rd.
...
From: Sara E. (cellphone)
To: Neal
Neal Caffrey, can you answer your damn phone once in a while? You know I hate it when you don't. Can you at least call me back to confirm that you're still alive and that we're still on for tonight?
Message received at 2:04 PM, April 3rd.
...
From: Sara E. (cellphone)
To: Neal
Answer. The. Damn. Phone.
Message received at 2:17 PM, April 3rd.
...
From: Sara E. (cellphone)
To: Neal
Where the hell are you and why aren't you answering me? I just received a message from Peter. Is something wrong? Please, answer me, Neal.
Message received at 2:21 PM, April 3rd.
The ex-conman sighed as he put his cellphone back in his pocket and let his hand fall on his good arm, muttering to himself:
"I'm so screwed."
"That's a understatement." A familiar and feminine voice said.
Bryce abruptly rose his head, which made his shoulder throb. He let out a moan of pain escaping his lips before looking up at the brunette and said, his eyes wide opened:
"E-Ellie, hi."
She let out a humorless snort escape her lips before sitting in the chair in front of the blue eyed man and asked, cocking an eyebrow:
"Since when do you stutter?"
"Since you guys arrived to New York and each of you decided to have a little talk with me. You guys are terryfying me" he answered.
"Well you should be. Terrified, I mean." She added before taking a slip of her drink.
Bryce snorted, taping two fingers against the table before saying:
"So, how are-"
"I'm not here to have a little chit-chat with you, Bryce." she interrupted him, shoting him a dark glare.
"Of course you are not" he muttered under his breath.
"I just wanted to give you a small piece of advice."
"Please do" the brown haired man sighed, taping two fingers against the table, before taking a gulp of his coffee
"I want Chuck to drop this case." Ellie simply said.
Bryce's eyes widened at the young woman's revelation and he nearly choked on his coffee. He cleared his throat, put the drink back on the table and asked:
"Come again?"
"You heard me, Bryce. I want you to convince Chuck to drop the case."
"You came to the wrong person. Why don't you ask that to Sarah or Morgan or even Casey?" Bryce wondered, frowning his eyebrows.
"They'll tell him I'm the one I told them to do it." Ellie sighed. "Plus, they won't understand."
"And you think I would?" the blue eyed man, cocking an eyebrow.
"Beside Morgan and I, you know Chuck better than anyone else. You also know why I don't want Chuck to have anything to do with Roark."
"So does his fiancée" Bryce insisted, causing Ellie to groan and throw her head back. The young blue eyed man sighed, rubbing his forehead with his good hand before saying "Honestly, Ellie, I don't understand why you're asking my help for this. Chuck doesn't even want to talk me -"
"Which I totally understand" Ellie muttered, raising an eyebrow.
" - I don't think that he would listen to me." he finished, ignoring the older woman's remark "Plus he probably wants my head on a silver platter." he muttered, benting his head.
A few minutes of silence followed the young man's words. Bryce slowly raised back his head and saw Ellie watching him, her brown eyes filled with curiosity. Bryce sighed and asked:
"What, now?"
"You really think that Chuck wants to see you dead?" she asked. Bryce just shrugged with his good shoulder. Ellie scoffed "You're stupidier than I thought, Larkin."
He let out a humorless chuckle before running his fingers through his short brown hair. Ellie sighed, then said:
"Listen, Chuck may be mad at you-"
"That's an understatement." Bryce interrupted, tilting his head to the side.
" - but that doesn't mean he wants you dead. You guys were best friends, for god's sake! He doesn't hate you, he's just... He'll come around, trust me."
"He learnt that two persons of his past who were supposed dead were alive" he retorted, carefully raising from his chair "I don't think he'll come around, soon"
As he threw the empty cup in the trash next to the exit door, Ellie shouted:
"Bryce!"
The young blue eyed man stopped in his track and turned toward her, shoting her a interrogatery look. Ellie bit a bottom lip, hesitating, then asked:
"Could you think about my proposal? Please?"
Bryce pursed his lips, thinking for a few seconds then shot her a small smile and replied:
"Sure"
She smiled back and sighed:
"Thank you."
The young blue eyed man nodded before going out of the small café.
.
FBI HEADQUARTERS, NEW YORK
2:45 PM.
Bryce entered the building, greeting some of the agents he recognized with a smile or a handshake. He stopped in front of the elevators, waiting for one to open. When an empty one opened in front of him, Bryce immediatly stepped inside and pressed a button, muttering:
"Come on, come on, come on.."
When the doors closed, Bryce let out a sigh of relief before turning toward the large mirror behind. The young man grimaced at his reflection and slowly took off the pansement on his nose, slightly wincing of pain. He threw the small band in the trash next to him and sighed, shaking his hand.
Bryce hesistantly brought his thumb to his nose and winced at the contact. The blue eyed man sighed again and muttered, shaking his hand:
"Okay..."
He grabbed his broken nose between two fingers, ignoring the pain. He bit his bottom lip, closed his eyes and with a quick snap, put his nose back in place. He moaned of pain and winced when he heard the small 'crack' noise. Bryce put a finger under his nose and noticed that he was bleeding a little. He sniffed before taking a tissue out of his pocket and whipping the blood around his nose. The brunette sniffed again and looked one last time in the mirror, now a little more satisfied of his apparence.
Bryce smirked, stuffed a hand in his pocket and turned around a few seconds before the doors opened again. When he stepped out of the elevator, his smirk started to vanish and he froze : in front of him were Peter, Sara, Diana and Jones looking at him like he had commited a crime. Behind them were Sarah, Casey and Chuck, who were curiously watching him. Bryce muttered to himself "Shit" before clearing his throat and start acting like Neal Caffrey. He frowned his eyebrow and asked:
"Hey, guys. Is something wron- OW!" He shouted, rubbing the shoulder punched by Sara "It's the only arm I have left, please don't break it too!"
"Where the hell were you all morning?! We tried calling you a billion time!" The auburn haired girl asked, co her boyfriend's complaints.
"I was out, geez, woman! You're stronger that you look.. What's the matter with you, guys ? I didn't get out of my radius nor rob a bank!"
"So why did you lie by saying that you're going to spend time with Sara?" Peter asked, crossing his arms, suspicious.
"I-" Bryce started.
"Just answer the question, Caffrey" Sara interrupted him.
**FLASHBACK**
EARLIER THIS DAY...
CENTRAL PARK ZOO, NEW YORK.
Bryce found Mozzie sitting on a bench in front of the lions' enclosure, a milkshake in his hand. The young blue eyed put his sunglasses on and started walking toward him. He sighed and sat by his sides. Mozzie slowly turned toward him, took a sip of his drink then said:
"You're late."
Bryce frowned his eyebrows and looked at his watch. He looked back at his friend, cocking an eyebrow and retorted:
"Of two minutes... What's the difference, anyway?"
"It's a difference of two minutes. A lot can happen in a short amount of time : I could've been kidnapped, assaulted or even worse ! This lion could've jump above the fence and eat me."
"But it obviously didn't happen." Bryce said, a small smile on his face. "What is the emergency? You seemed pretty pissed on the phone earlier"
"Oh yeah, why did you change your doorlock?"
"Pardon me?" he asked, taken aback by the small man question.
"You heard me. You changed your doorlock, why?"
"Because you're always coming at my place, when I'm not here and sipping all my wine and - Oh my god, why am I even answering this? Was that why you called me?"
"Yep." Mozzie answered in a casual tone.
Bryce stood up, rolling his eyes and said:
"See ya, Moz'."
"Caffrey, wait!" Mozzie shouted before he started walking away.
Bryce froze and turned around. When Mozzie started calling him 'Caffrey' when they were alone, it meant that he was afraid of blowing his cover. Bryce shot him an interrogatery look. Mozzie took the big brown package next to him and threw at the young blue eyed man. The brunette caught with his good hand and opened it. In it was a small paper with written on it 'I know you're still alive.' Bryce frowned his eyebrows and threw the small paper away. Under the paper were photographies. They were a lot of them : Bryce walking alone, Bryce laughing with Peter and the rest of his team, Bryce kissing Sara and finally Bryce and Mozzie talking. The young blue eyed man shook his head and asked:
"Where and when did you get that?"
"I found it in front of your door before leaving." Mozzie answered.
"There are at a hundred of pictures in this box." Bryce sighed before looking at Mozzie "Do you-"
"Know who sent it?" he interrupted. "It could've been Adler, it could've been Roark. Both of them wanted Neal Caffrey and Bryce Larkin dead."
Bryce sighed before putting the photos back in the box and closing it. Mozzie suddenly said in a low voice:
"Be careful, Larkin. Either of them would do anything to get to you. If they realize that you and Neal Caffrey are one and the same -"
"They'll both come for me." Bryce finished, realizing the danger of the situation if it happened. He shook his head before handing back the box to Mozzie "Could you keep it? I don't want Peter or Sara to find this."
"Sure."
"Thanks."
Bryce walked away, stuffing his good hand in his pocket. Behind him, he could hear Mozzie shouting:
"DON'T FORGET TO GIVE ME A DOUBLE OF YOUR KEYS!"
The ex-CIA agent smirked, and shouted back:
"SEE YA, MOZ'!"
**BACK TO THE PRESENT DAY**
"Well? What do you have to say in your defence, Caffrey?" Peter asked again.
Bryce took a deep breath before replying:
"I did say at Diana and Jones that I wanted to spend some time with Sara, since you weren't there. So, I got out of the building and went back at my place, plugging my phone, which was almost discharged and before leaving to go and meet my girlfriend, I got a call of Mozzie, who had something important to tell me. Don't give me that look, Peter."
"What look?" he asked, innocently.
"The 'he's-up-to-something-bad' look! I'm not organizing New York's next burglary with Moz'."
"So what did you two talk about?" Sara asked.
"So much trust!" he muttered before sighing "It's almost June's birthday and Mozzie didn't know what to buy her. So we met up in June's favourite store and searched for the perfect gift. I left the store two hours after. Not wanting to disturb you and having forget my phone at home, I took Mozzie's phone and called your office and they told me you were busy with someone. After that, I went home and rest a little."
"Do you have someone you can testify that?" Diana asked.
"What is this? An interrogatery?"Bryce said,rolling his eyes and sitting on the closest desk. "You can call June or Mozzie, they'll testify."
The young man was hoping that they wouldn't call either of them and that they couldn't see that he was bluffing. Sara sighed before letting her arms fall on her sides. She said:
"I believe you. Pete?"
Bryce turned to Peter, hoping that he would be his story. The older man also sighed and nodded:
"I believe you too. But if when I switched the TV tonight and found out that Mr Caffrey has struck again, I'll personnaly escort you back to prison. Got it?"
"Got it." Bryce laughed.
Peter smiled at him before patting his shoulder and announcing:
"Ok, everybody : let's take five!"
As the FBI agents were clearing the room, Chuck slowly walked toward Bryce and whispered in his ear:
"Well play, Larkin."
After his departure, Bryce couldn't help but grin and remember Ellie's words. Maybe he'd come around.
A/N 2 : Lame ending, I know. :/
Okay, everybody you know what to do : R.E.V.I.E.W ! 3 :)