Disclaimer: The X-Men/Brotherhood don't belong to me, they belong to Marvel. I only have my OCs. Then the other OCs belong to wonderful reviewers (check the list on my profile for full acknowledgements)

Author's note: One word, basketball.

Yes it was that fabulous time of year when basketball consumes your very soul. So this was a little late. Oh well. This chapter was a little hard for me to get through, again SO MANY CHARACTERS! I love it, but I hate it, you know? Anyways, last chapter was dedicated to San child of the wolves, and this one finally brings in AvengedVeralin's character Rena AKA Fenris in. Sorry for the wait, I was going to bring her in differently then thought better of it. Again suggestions are welcome.

Enjoy. Read. Review. Basketball.

"Quickly, we need to get back to the jet." The professor said urgently.

Leo stared at the empty spot where the Haven mutants used to stand. Seth… and Clay Dune. How did, when, why? He blinked repeatedly. It wasn't the time to think about it. Storm was in trouble, and he needed to be there.

Xavier called Nightcrawler over to help port the team to the jet. Within seconds they were all there.

"Rogue is inside with Storm… but—" Nightcrawler mumbled.

"Thanks Kurt." The professor said. He wheeled his way up the ramp.

There wasn't a ton of room inside the jet, but one of the back compartments had a sort of tiny medical bay. That's where Xavier found Rogue and Storm.

Storm was laid out on the surface that served as a bed. Her face was pale, and drenched in sweat. Rogue had removed her cape and it lay next to her.

Rogue looked up from where she knelt next to Storm, her gloved hand around Storm's. Her face was paler than usual as well, and the professor could sense her worry.

"Professah!" She cried. "Thank gawd ya're here! Storm…"

"Calm, Rogue. I'll take it from here. Get everyone else in the jet." He responded.

"Is Storm going to be okay?"

Xavier folded his hands under his chin and looked through the glass of the sick-bay to where Storm lay on a bed. He turned when he heard the voice. Scott, Rogue, Kurt, Leo, Benj, and Spades stood expectantly behind him. The other students, minus Jean and Kitty, were filtering in as well, followed by Beast and Logan. Everyone was anxious to know how Storm was. They'd just returned from their failed recruitment mission of Sionnach Fae.

The professor sighed. "I… I don't know." He paused as Logan and Beast walked up beside him. "As far as I can tell the venom she was injected with doesn't exist in nature. Aside from that it appears she's only in a coma, the venom hasn't started attacking any of her organs. It's almost like it was a strong dose of tranquilizer."

Logan let out a soft growl. "I shoulda been there."

"I don't think there was anything you could have done, Logan." Xavier said gently.

"What happened exactly?" Beast asked.

"We were attacked." Rogue grumbled. "Me, Storm, and Kurt were gonna join in the seahrch when three mutants came out nowhere."

"They were killer fighters." Kurt added. "One had teleportation powers, but different than mine. They split us up then—"

"Then musta gotten Storm." Rogue finished.

Xavier looked to Logan. "Clay Dune was there."

Logan's eye twitched then he slammed his fist into the wall. "CLAY DUNE? She was behind this?"

"We don't know that for sure."

"Who's Clay Dune?" Scott asked. Everyone looked confused, no one had heard her name before. Well, that is, everyone except Leo.

"About ten years ago Cerebro picked up a mutant signature in Nebraska. Logan, Storm, and I went to try and recruit her. She… had other ideas." Xavier answered.

Logan snorted. "Yeah, other ideas. Dune seemed to be under the influence of someone else. Let's just say not only were her powers impressive, but she also had a knack for hand-to-hand combat." He looked over at Leo. "She would have made a nice addition to the Institute. You got anything to say Leo?"

Leo froze. He could feel the heat of everyone's eyes turning to him. "The snake guy, Mr. Severus was my mutant supervisor at the zoo. I don't know how he got, or why, or what-"

"Relax, Leo. You're not on trial here." The professor interrupted. "Everyone why don't you return to your rooms? It's been a long night."

"Mansion's gonna be on lock-down soon." Logan snorted. "So Rogue you better find where Kitty's hidin'."

The stars glittered down on a couple in a green Jeep. It was Kitty and Lance.

Kitty took her head off of his shoulder and pulled away. "Alright Lance, you've, like, stalled long enough." She teased. Kitty was still oblivious to the events surrounding Sionnach Fae and the X-Men.

Lance grimaced and sighed. "The only reason I'm tellin' you this is so you don't get hurt. You can't tell anyone!"

"I kinda already told Rogue." Kitty admitted shyly.

He turned and frowned. "Fine, she can know. But make her swear not to say a word. I especially don't want Xavier to know."

"Like why not?"

"'Cause he'd somehow let it slip to magneto, and I'd be dead meat."

"How's the Brotherhood Boarding House, like, coming along anyway?"

Lance closed his eyes and sat back. The contractors had started work on the house nearly a week ago. Things were going along well; Magneto had made arrangements for them to stay at a hotel downtown while the major renovations were under-way. That was nice while it lasted.

The contractors had also asked everyone how they wanted their room to be. Magneto must have been planning to expand their ranks because several empty bedrooms were added and everyone given their private space.

Lance had asked for a similar arrangement to what he had in one of his foster homes…

It had been a small house in Ohio, the best foster family he'd lived with. They were a middle-aged couple with no children of their own; he had been twelve. They'd promised that if he wasn't adopted by his fourteenth birthday, they would adopt him. He loved it there, it was the closest thing to a real family he'd had. Then there was an incident at school. His powers flared up and smashed the awards' case. He was blamed (it was his fault after all) and expelled. Social services swooped in and accused his foster parents of not doing enough. It wasn't true, but they wouldn't listen. He was moved out of that home and he made it his mission to keep getting moved. From there it was to another town in Ohio, one in Pennsylvania, Virginia, Ohio again, and even Boston, Massachusetts (he stayed there for two weeks before being moved), until he landed in New York in the same place as Kitty.

He started to realize why people hated mutants so much, they always seemed to bring pain and destruction.

Just think of what could have happened if you hadn't been moved from that house, he thought, you could have had a real family.

When his powers went haywire again he could've been discovered by Xavier. He could have been an X-Man to start with, alongside Kitty. There would be no challenge with living in the Brotherhood House, no days where he had gone hungry, who knows what could have happened?

"Lance?"

"Huh- wah?" Lance pulled out of his reverie back to Kitty. "Oh, yeah the Brotherhood House ain't too bad no more. Magneto's gotten contractors to expand the house and fix our rooms. I'm just glad the mold will be gone."

"That's great!" Kitty smiled.

He still felt the pressure behind her words to talk. "Alright listen. Magneto's told us about this place called the Haven. Apparently a ton of mutants live there."

"What? How did—?"

"I don't know, just listen. He's interested in some of the most powerful mutants there for some far off plans of his. He says a war is coming. He wants to train fighters to fight for mutants, and these mutants are genuinely against humans. They're a bunch of criminals or something…"

Kitty let that sink in. It's not like she didn't expect something weird to happen, after all they'd only just beaten Apocalypse, but a whole community of mutants? Well there were the Morlocks, so maybe it wasn't too unrealistic.

"But this doesn't seem like it affects us." Kitty said. "Like, I guess Magneto can do what he wants."

"Weren't you listenin'? He's preparin' for a WAR. He's not recruitin' them for no reason, he's tryin' to recruit an army. You think Xavier will stand for this? Magneto's gonna have us go to great costs to get the mutants he wants."

She sat back. "And what am I, like, supposed to do?" Kitty grew frustrated. Lance was dumping this information on her with little purpose for her to do anything.

"Stop us." Lance begged. His voice was quiet and tugged at Kitty's heart.

He's seriously afraid of what they'll do. Kitty thought.

"I can try, but you'll have to let us in on what's happening so we can block Magneto." Kitty looked at Lance. "You know you could, like, just try the Institute again—"

"No." Lance declared.

"I mean if you don't like what the Brotherhood are doing, you know?"

Lance frowned. "Can we stop talking about this, please? I just want to enjoy bein' here with you." He leaned over in his seat and kissed her.

The moment was crushed by a buzzing noise. Kitty pulled back and looked down at her purse. Rummaging through it she pulled out her cell phone, but it wasn't ringing.

"What the?" She whispered. The communicator!

She fished around some more and pulled out the blue-tooth looking device. Sticking it in her ear she activated the microphone.

"Uh… hello?" She answered, confused.

"Kitty! Oh gawd, am Ah glad ya answahed! It's Storm, ya need ta come back ta the Institute." Rogue's voice echoed over the device.

"What do you mean? What's wrong with Storm?"

"Ya just gotta get back here now. We were attacked while on a recruitin' mission. Storm's in some sorta coma, and the professah's goin' a bit nuts."

"Ororo's a tough lady, I'm sure she'll be—"

"No, ya're not gettin' this. Logan's decided the Institute ought ta be on lockdown, and as soon as he realizes ya aren't here, he'll freak."

"Alright, alright… Lance and I were, like, just heading home."

"Good, Ah'll be at the gate." Rogue said as her voice clicked off.

Lance stuck his keys in the ignition. "You know, I always liked Storm." He turned his head to Kitty. "I really hope she's okay."

Kitty smiled as they pulled out. The tone of Rogue's voice made her hope so too.

Broken limbs and blood smeared across the pavement. His breathing increased and the pain exploded again. With a scream, Sionnach Fae sat bolt upright in his bed.

His door crashed open and a girl wielding a sword leaped in. It was Clay Dune, but she was in a plain T-shirt and flannel pajama pants. The curved sword looked comical against her clothing, but her tan-gray face was streaked with that signature intensity she had.

Clay looked down at Sionnach then sighed. No one was attacking; it must have been a nightmare. She was really getting jumpy.

Sionnach grasped his head in his hands and did his best not to cry. "I killed them."

The Haven leader had turned to leave, but turned back as he spoke. "Yeah, you did. What are you goin' to do about it?" She said in a harsh, but truthful tone.

He glared up at her and jumped down to the floor. A snarl escaped his lips and he approached her. "I can't do anything, they're dead!"

"Exactly." Clay agreed, sheathing her sword. Her idea was to pick a fight and try to get him to focus his mind elsewhere.

He cursed and choked back a sob. "You don't have any idea what this is like!" The morning sun streaked into the room and gave Sionnach's face an orange glow. "My little brother was killed, by me."

Clay nodded. She waited for him to continue.

"You know what? Screw you. Get out." He snarled.

She shrugged, not everyone was willing to look at their issues when they first got to the Haven. "K, I'll let you know when breakfast gets here."

The new mutant glared at the exiting girl. He couldn't understand what her problem was. Then again he did, she was a mutant, and they were monsters.

His heart ached. Once again tears tried to push their way to the surface and he fought them down. Tired, he sunk back onto his bed. He just wanted to shrivel up and die, and then he would never have to face his problems. Having the death of three hanging over one's head was a terrible experience.

Clay closed the door behind her and walked down the short hallway into the common room. Like everything else it was carved out of the rock, and had a huge couch, several chairs, and a television with a gaming station in the center. Off to the side was an area for eating.

Since it was a Saturday morning, late at that, most of the other members of the squad were up. Clay walked over to an armchair and sank down into it.

Whisper and another mutant were playing a video game from the couch. Whisper's pale appearance made sense; he mostly only played video games. He wore pajama pants and a black T-shirt.

The mutant next to him had a fierce appearance. He looked like a mix of a small dragon and a crocodile. Silver and gray scales covered his entire body, except on his stomach and forearms. He had a huge crocodile snout, filled with razor sharp teeth, a pair of horns stuck out to the sides of his head from his forehead, while another stuck out of the middle of his forehead, his silver fin-like ears were covered in soft silvery fur at the base and folded easily into his head, and three more horns jutted out from under his chin. The mutant wasn't wearing a shirt, probably due to the fact that there were spikes covering his shoulders, pointing up, out, and down to protect his bony arms. There was also a large spike that looked like a twisted tree branch that spiraled around his upper arms. A curved spike extended from his elbow and his forearms were skinny and ended in hands with black claws and small spikes on his knuckles. His bare chest was covered in thick silver scales, like body armor, and ended at the base of his ribcage. Soft silver down-like fur covered his stomach, and probably continued to his upper legs, but he was wearing a pair of baggy ripped jeans. Through the tears dark gray scales were visible, and the tears in the knees revealed a series of spikes on his joints. His feet looked like he always stood on the balls of his feet and had large curved claws. Spikes descended down his spine, mingling with a dark gray mane of hair. A long whip-like tail extended behind him and ended in several sharp spikes.

Despite the drastic physical mutations, the mutant had a child-like gleam in his bright aquamarine eyes.

The two mutants were engrossed in their game and pressed the controllers' buttons with increasing fierceness.

The game beeped and blinked, and the other mutant cheered.

"Ye-ah!" He yelled. His voice was that of a nine-year old kid, but anyone would think he was older because of how he looked and his height. "Take that Xander!"

"Come on, Nico! One more game! I swear I'll beat you this time!" Whisper, Xander, whined. There was a comical note in his voice, as though he was purposely losing for the younger boy's sake.

Clay smiled and glanced around. Ash sat in another armchair and impassively watched the activities about her. Knife was coming out of a doorway down the hallway on the opposite side of the room. She yawned and her eyes brightened when she saw the TV on.

"I play winner!" She called, running quickly toward the couch and leaping over the back, landing on the cushion next to Xander.

A hiss filled the air and Seth slinked out of a corner. "I'll be in my room. Reading, away from you kidsssss." He didn't mingle well with the others since he was so much older.

Cloak watched from the wall off to the left and smiled. He looked down at a large wolf-dog at his side. The hound had dark brown fur streaked with black and copper that accented her muscular features.

"Well Rena, are you going to try los videos juegos this time?" Cloak asked softly mixing Spanish and English.

The hound, Rena, looked up at him and said bluntly, "No. Those devices will melt my brain."

Cloak chuckled silently and connected his eyes with Clay. "Hey boss, Sionnach okay?"

She nodded. "Looks like it, probably just a nightmare. Where's Portal?"

The white-haired teen laughed in his silent way. "Catching up on her 'beauty rest'." His expression sobered up. "All the use of her power really left her drained."

Rena shuffled her paws. "I could have helped." Her voice came strangely from her wolf muzzle.

Clay shook her head. "You were on sentry patrol. No one likes it, but it has to be done."

Rena growled. "Ash and Zendi got hurt! And I wasn't there to help." Her ears flattened down close to her skull. "I could have stopped them."

Cloak placed his hand on her head to sooth her. "It is not your fault, things were going to happen one way or another."

Clay was about to speak up when a voice sounded from the hall.

"RATIONS CALL!"

"Hold on." Clay said, rising and going to a large metal door. With a yank she opened it and she stepped just outside to talk to mutant with a cart of food. The food was sectioned off in paper bags with each squad member's mutant name on them.

The mutant standing there was dark-skinned, his face wrinkled in a smile. He wore simple slops, he was a kitchen worker after all.

"Oi, Clay." His deep voice rumbled. "I gots some food for ya."

"Thanks, Digger. What's up?" She said.

"Nothing too extreme. Heard ya brought in another yesterday. Jaller's gonna freak." Digger chuckled.

"Planning on it." She paused as she examined the food. "Wait… this can't be it. We need at least one more meal for the new guy, and where's Cloak's meal?" She looked in a few of the bags, all of which contained some dried meat and bread. "You know he's a vegetarian, he can't eat this."

Digger frowned. Holding up his hands he answered. "I only bring up the food, Clay. Chances are Jaller found out and is punishing you for the new guy. He knows you'd give up your meal for another. I don't know how he would have gotten it though… I swear I brought one up for everyone…"

"What, is he goin' to challenge me?"

"Who knows, he probably thinks you will. He'll try and keep you weak as long as possible. Listen, I'll run down to the kitchen—"

"Thanks." Clay said. "But really, this is it? We brought in at least enough for another week just two days ago, where the hell did it go?" She growled angrily.

"Who knows… things are hard now. You gots any idea how many mutants here want you back as leader? Jaller's takin' a total power trip."

"I wish I could…"

"You know that if you challenge him he'll force you to compete with your team, right?"

Clay narrowed her eyes. "That wuss. He knows he can't beat me fair and square. Now he wants to drag my squad in? Half of them aren't fighters!"

"Hey, you took them on."

"Yeah, because I wanted to help them! Unlike him I care about other mutants." She growled. "I don't know why Darth allows him to stay in power."

"He's gots the big picture to worry about. I think it's all part of his plan anyways." Digger shrugged.

"…I guess. How's school at Beaver Creek?"

Digger looked down at his right arm. His arm up to his elbow was sleek black metal, his fingers were slightly pointed. He flexed his arm as he answered. "You know how it is. Was hard enough when I simply had to pretend I gots a skin condition instead of a metal arm… but now everyone knows I'm a mutant. I can't wait until my team gets to transfer to Bayville. Lots more mutants there; we wouldn't be so alone."

Clay sighed and took his metal hand. "Things are bad everywhere, but we'd be happy to have you guys alongside us."

"You and me both, Clay."

Clay chuckled. She shook Digger's hand and grabbed the cart. "Thanks again Digger, and send my best wishes to your squad. I hope you guys are doing okay."

"We'll live, but the anti-mutant rallies across the country is giving everyone trouble. I just want to be normal." Digger said sadly as he turned to go back down for more food deliveries.

"You know we're better than normal!" She called after him.

"Yeah, I just wish everyone else would see it that way." Digger said as the doors of the lift closed.

The shape-shifter turned back inside.

"FOOD!" Knife yelled.

The rest of the squad shot up and charged toward Clay and the food cart. Clay dodged around them and wheeled the cart over to a long table off to the side.

"Alright, alright!" She yelled. "Sit down ya hooligans!" She looked to Cloak she smiled sadly. "Sorry Cloak, they didn't have any meatless breakfast, Digger was going back down to the kitchen to check."

"It is all right." He sighed, looking hungrily at the food. "You want me to get Sionnach?"

"Nah, I got it." Clay said, grabbing her bag and turning toward the new mutant's room. "Why don't you wake Portal up and let Parselmouth know?"

"Sure."

"And Fenris, please?" Clay turned back around to see the wolf-dog sitting at the table with both paws on the surface. "Careful not to scratch the wood this time."

Rena barked in acknowledgement and dug into her food.

The green-eyed mutant shouldered Sionnach's door open and walked in. "Breakfast." She said bluntly.

Sionnach rotated his head from his position on his bed. He had been staring at the ceiling, a trail of tears streaked his cheeks, and his gold eyes were having trouble focusing.

"Not hungry." He grunted, flopping onto his stomach.

The other mutant stepped farther into the room and placed her hands on her hips. "You will eat this, whether you're hungry or not."

"Uh, no." He said, sitting up this time and angrily swiping at his cheeks.

Clay examined her fingers and said nonchalantly, "Listen, I don't really care if you eat this or not, but this was going to be my food." She took the bread out and held it at an arm's length out to him. "Now again, eat if you want to, otherwise I'm gonna give it to the others, they haven't had a full meal in a while."

Sionnach stood and came over to her. "Why wouldn't you eat it?"

"Because," she said irritated, "I already made up my mind to give it to you so if you do or don't eat it, I'll be hungry. I'd prefer no one else on my squad had to be."

The boy threw his hands up in anger. "Fine, whatever, give me the bag."

Clay handed it over then stood quietly. Sionnach almost twitched under her gaze.

"You got something else to say?" He growled.

"You need to talk about it."

"About what? I haven't done…" His voice faltered. He looked down at the ground.

"Why don't you meet the others?" Clay suggested. "Maybe then you can see you're not just the only one."

Sionnach stuffed the rest of the contents of the bag in his mouth and growled. "I don't want to meet any filthy mutants."

"Uh, newsflash?" Clay said, grabbing his shoulder. "You're a mutant, you're just as 'filthy'."

Sionnach shoved her back but she didn't leave. Instead she forcibly grabbed his arm and dragged him out the door.

"Hey! Let go!"

When they exited the hallway she steered him toward the table and held him in place.

"Now everyone, please say 'hi' to our newest member: Sionnach Fae!" Clay commanded. There was a chorus of hellos. "Now please introduce yourself."

As introductions went around the table Sionnach grew more and more twitchy. He avoided eye contact with everyone, fearful of what had happened before to his brother.

At this point Clay added to their introductions. She pointed to the girl with dark brown hair, tan skin and pointed ears. "Zendi Idnez, or Knife, is able to run faster than average, is extremely flexible, agile, and is able to climb up walls."

She gestured to the wolf-dog. "Rena AKA Fenris, hey can you do your human morph for a sec." The dog nodded and her body melted into that of a fifteen-year-old girl with long dark brown hair that was streaked with black and copper. Her eyes were different colors as well, the left was blue and the right was amber, her pupils were slits, giving her a calm but piercing look. Wolf ears poked out just above her hair. Dark sharp nails extended from her fingertips. She wore a heavy dark vest with a hood, that was currently up casting a shadow over her face, a black undershirt, black three-quarter pants, layered armbands on her lower arms, and armored pads on her elbows and knees. "Thanks, anyways, she can obviously switch between wolf and human as well as manipulate sound."

She then pointed to the youngest mutant, Nico, who looked like a silver dragon almost. "Nicolas Wolfe, Nico, or Wyvern, here is nine. Since he's too young to serve actively on the team he mostly just trains with us, his sister," Clay pointed to the short girl who had a blank look on her face, "Ash can heal animals, shape-shifters and mutants with physical mutations even though it causes her pain, use the abilities of a variety of animals, and talk to animals."

Next was Whisper, who was drinking coffee from a coffee cup like he might not get another, "Xander Green's powers consist of a different kind of telepathy. His spirit kinda leaves his body and he can influence people by telling them to do something in this state, it's sort of the more he feels the harder it is to resist."

She turned to Seth, "Parselmouth here is our oldest member, and his powers are basically his physical mutation, but he is also able to excrete a venom from his fangs that will render the victim in a coma for about a day, as well as a python's strength."

Following Seth was Portal. "Portia Manderson, or Portal, can create inter-dimensional pathways that can transport people and things across long distances. Only problem is it makes her weak if she uses her powers too much."

Clay smiled as she got to the last person. "I believe you've already met Cloak, his human name is Enrique Oculto. He can turn invisible and cloak others with him. He also can make places as large as the Haven here seemingly vanish from radar and view. But as always, there's a catch, he's gotta be awake or the effect will slowly begin to fade."

Sionnach looked at the crowd of people in front of him and sighed. Then he turned to Clay. "And what about you, 'oh mighty leader'? What can you do?"

Clay smiled wide and stepped back. "I'm a cell shifter. A little different from a shape-shifter, mind you. I can do normal shape-shifting stuff as well as split myself into a few different personas, and throw parts of myself at others. I'm also a superb swordsmen."

Sionnach raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "A little full of yourself now? What's your real name?"

Clay frowned. "My real name is Clay Dune, but if you mean my human name it's Claire Daniels, now Darth."

"That is what I meant idiot."

The air seemed to buzz around the two strong willed mutants. "Well, be more specific next time, eh?" Clay warned. "Now, we've got trained in twenty, I expect everyone suited up in ten. Go!"

The group scrambled, leaving Clay and Sionnach standing there.

"You too." She said to him.

He chuckled. "Yeah right, no uniform. Looks like I can't. Besides, you showing me those guys didn't help me any. They're nothing like me."

"Oh really?" Clay asked, stepping in front of his face. "Fenris, the wolf, she killed a group of hunters and later thugs with only her voice. Nico, although he seems young, mistakenly killed two guys when they attacked him, Ash was with him. Zendi's parents were assassins and tried to drag her into the business. She was attacked by her brother, and barely escaped alive. Xander caused the bully at his school to kill himself before he knew what his powers could do. Portal sent five guys into the Hudson after a confrontation on a bridge. Seth's been lucky, only was beaten half to death for 'disturbing the peace' in Florence. Cloak hates to kill but he's caused the deaths of perhaps three people. Then there's me. I killed ten policemen. I may act like it doesn't bother me, but those men and women had families, I stole them from theirs. Most of these things were accidents, like what happened with your brother and his friends. We don't pretend to understand. We get it. You need to realize that." Clay finished, agitated.

Sionnach didn't respond but walked away. "Whatever, I'll be ready in a few."

Rogue stood just outside the gates impatiently. Kitty was supposed to be there about then. Finally the Jeep came into view.

Rogue glared as Lance pulled up and stopped, too slowly for her taste.

"Come on Kit, Logan gave me five minutes to wait for ya, and we already used four." Rogue urged.

"Alright, alright." Kitty said, phasing through the Jeep door. "Uh, like see you later Lance."

Lance nodded and took off again.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"What did he tell ya about the Brothahhood?"

"I'll tell you when we get inside. I think we're in for it now."

"Did you tell her?"

"Yes…"

"And?"

"…And she fell for it."

Insert dramatic music. I don't want to say too much because it ruins the feel, but hope it was good. Lance is changing in my story to a kind of good guy, or at least not "bad guy". Meh... so there might be another break in my writing. I won't have good access to a computer for over a week, but I'll do my best to write... MANUALLY! Gah!

Also starting on another fic soon, stick around for that and the rest of D-Factor. Until next time...