Disclaimer: In which I don't own anything, but like to torture them anyway.

Michael Hollander a.k.a. Ares

It's not like Harry hates his job. It's just that he has been doing it for too long for it to be as interesting or entertaining as when he first started. It has become ordinary, met client - kill target - receive money, the three step process of his job. It is a comfort almost, a safety blanket.

Some people would be surprised at how easy it is to kill others. Most people aren't expecting to get assassinated when walk down a street. They are comfortable in their lives, accustomed to the city they live in, the life they lead, they have taken into account all of the known dangers and think themselves safe - invincible. Harry has been doing his job long enough to know that no one is invincible, even himself. Humans instinctively trust the people that are around them not to kill them suddenly, this is a mistake. Harry knows that he can't trust anyone around him, except perhaps Natasha.

He and Natasha fit together like any partners that had been together as long as they had. So, it was easy after the kidnapping and subsequent rescue to go back to what they knew, their old standby.

The problem is that things aren't like they were before the kidnapping.

Something has changed in their partnership, something integral, but subtle. They don't quite fit together the way that they used to. The puzzle pieces still fit, but a few have to be forced in. It's the small things that Harry notices first. Natasha is a little too quick while fighting and it throws off his balance when he is standing next to her, almost like she doesn't trust him to cover her. The next job as Natasha running off into the middle of nowhere with the target and then expecting Harry to know where she went, like she expects him to read her mind. Harry shrugs it off as back to work jitters, nothing to worry about. Then, when a mission finally goes right for the duo, Natasha starts kicking in her sleep, something she hasn't done for almost three years.

Something has definitely changed, but Harry has no clue what it is. It is the most frustrating thing that Harry has had to worry about since the war.

Harry leans on the back two legs of his chair idly, studying his partner. Natasha is lounging on the bed in their current home-away-from-home, a hotel in Dubai. She's seventeen now and reading a beauty magazine. If Harry ignores the five knives on the bedside table and the dash of blood right under her left ears that she somehow missed, Harry thinks she almost looks like a normal teen. He shakes the thought from his head, he has no idea what a normal teen is supposed to look like, he was never around any.

They had two clients this time. The first was the job that they just finished, an angry wife had requested her cheating husband's bits to be cut before the deed was done. Natasha had happily filled this part of the request with an enthusiasm that Harry found disturbing.

The second they were going to meet later in the day. Harry leaned back a little more and tipped the chair to the side, balancing it on one leg. He needed to stop worrying about it really. Whatever was going on between Natasha and him would even out or it wouldn't, either way there was not use worrying about it.

Harry glanced at the clock on the bedside table and let the chair fall back into place.

"It's time." Natasha looked up from her magazine and nodded. The next minute was spent resetting their weapons and warming up. After Jason Mallory they never went to a client meeting without warming up first. Natasha sprang up from her split and nodded to Harry, it was time to go.

They were wearing somewhat casual clothing, jeans, baggy shirts and jackets. Enough room to hide weapons without it being obvious. Normally they would be more dressed to impress, but the client had set up the meeting place and told them what to wear to blend in.

Harry and Natasha walked their way to the meeting mostly in silence. Sunglasses hiding eyes that scanned the area for hostiles. So maybe they were paranoid, but all it took was one time and they could be gone, the kidnapping had taught them that.

The city was filled with construction, skyscrapers were going up everywhere which made the two block walk take almost twenty minutes. They reached the restaurant at the exact time the client had requested. Not even a minute later they were sitting in one of the alcoves in the back. Harry took off his glasses and scanned the room. He didn't spot any cameras, but that didn't meant there weren't any. The room was rather empty, but at 2:00 on a weekday afternoon he didn't exactly expect a rush.

After two minutes of waiting Natasha took out one of her smaller knives and started twirling it around - a nervous habit - late clients were good for anyone.

At five minutes after the bell atop the door rang and a harried looking man rushed in. He barely nodded to the hostess before looking to their table and walking over. As he walked he straighter out his tie and brushed himself off a little.

Harry and Natasha were used to weird clients, only strangle people hired assassins after all, but this guy was different somehow. He looked like a expensive secretary or personal assistant. The pin stripe suit was slightly faded, but looked expensive. His brown hair was tidy and glasses covered sharp hazel eyes

"Sorry about that, just a little bit of extra work threw my entire schedule off." He pushed his glasses up and pulled a file out of his messenger bag. Harry and Natasha knew how clients tended to act around them, slightly scared, maybe arrogant, tense, nervous - this man wasn't acting anything like that. He was calm, too calm. Natasha and Harry glanced at each other.

"Mr. Klein..." Harry started.

"Larry, please, my father is Mr. Klein." He fanned his face slightly. "I still haven't gotten used to the weather around here. Honestly why the company decided to set up an office here I'll never know. Alright, where were we?" Larry opened the folder and nodded to himself. "Right, this is the job." He passed the folder to Natasha.

Natasha's face remained emotionless, but her slight shift gave away her shock, when she shared the folder with Harry he understood why.

"Mr. Klein, you are aware of who this person is aren't you?" Harry asked staring straight into Larry's eyes. Normally this caused someone to stutter or flinch, Harry had been told his eyes had an unnerving quality. Larry stared back sharply, not backing down.

"Yes, we are fully aware of this, that is in fact why we want him dead." He pushed up his glasses again and broken Harry's gaze to look at the file pointedly. "Mr. Hollander, alias Ares, was hired by the company to take care of a small problem. We paid him the customary upfront fee to find that not only did he not take care of the man, he in fact told the man of his job and helped the target take out the employer, one of our finest. Needless to say, this has annoyed us. My boss wanted it taken care of as soon as possible and since this is the first time he has popped back up on the grid and you were the nearest possible fixes." He trailed off. "Well, here we are."

Harry turned to Natasha with the question in his eyes. Did they really want to take this job? It could set a dangerous precedent. Killing someone in the same profession as them could make them some enemies, not a lot, but a few. There was also the question of if they could do it. Ares was fairly well known in the business, which meant he had some kind of skill. He was generally know for using a sword on his targets and his rather classical looks. Natasha had once commented that only someone who took themselves a little too seriously would use the name of a pagan god.

Natasha seemed a little far away, but focused back on him after a minute and nodded. She was in if he was.

"It seems that we are available." Harry nodded to him.

"Good, good. My boss will be happy to hear that." He straightened up and patted his bag. "It was a pleasure. This is my card, in case of emergencies." He stood up from the table. "I hope you have a pleasant day." He nodded again and exited the building quickly leaving a slightly stunned Harry and Natasha behind.

"Was this really a good idea?" Harry heard Natasha muttering to himself and could only nod in agreement. He placed his sunglasses back on and stood up, Natasha followed.

It took them only ten minutes to return to their hotel and lock their door. Natasha spread the folder out on the table and sat down with a sigh in one of the chairs.

"Ares..." She said mindlessly, still stunned. This was the first time they had ever been hired to kill someone like him...someone like them.

"You said yes." Harry replied gruffly, looking over the papers. This would be tough.

"I know, but still, Ares was around even before you and me. Chances are he is better than us, I mean you don't survive without some skills, or help. Either way this could turn out badly for us. We have to be careful not to be seen by him." She rubbed her eyes a little. "We don't even know if he is still in the city. The last picture that Klein had on him was taken a day ago. He could have already finished his job and left."

"Let's work under the assumption he hasn't left yet." Harry looked away as his phone buzzed slightly. He still wasn't used to having it around, but it proved useful in some situations. He glanced at the text. "The money is in the account."

Natasha whistled softly. "Don't waste any time do they."

Harry pushed the phone away. "Assuming that the man hasn't left yet, where do we start?"

"The same place we start with every target I would guess. What is their routine?" Natasha answered him.

"This will be harder than the average target, but not that much. Everyone has a routine on their job." Natasha and Harry glanced at each other again. What routines did they have that they didn't know about? Natasha shook her head and stood up.

"So, routines... if he has one then we can catch him." She started pacing. "How can we possibly figure out his routines? We could look up old targets of his, but we wouldn't be able to tell anything except his preferred mode of killing, which we already know to be sword. The real information would be what sort of shelter does he use, hotels or apartments. What sort of targets does he take, long term or short term?"

"Long term." Harry cut in. Natasha turned to him.

"How do you know?"

"I overheard a conversation awhile ago, someone was talking about how they turned down a job because it required too much time commitment and heard Ares had taken it instead."

"Okay, long term tells us he is probably still in the city. It also tells us he would pick an apartment instead of a hotel." Natasha thought out loud.

"If we did long term targets we would chose a middle of the road apartment. Expensive enough to avoid bugs in the kitchen, but no doorman or security to keep track of coming and going."

"It would have to be close to public transportation. People in poor apartments don't usually have their own cars." Natasha took over for him. "He would have been here less than a month. I get the feeling that Mr. Klein's company is very interested in getting him gone. Which means they are actively looking for him and would have found him in the city as soon as he showed up." She sighed and took off her jacket. "This means recon."

Harry nodded and followed. Recon meant looking for the apartment building that Ares was using, which meant a lot of walking and in this heat, a lot of sweating.

Buzz. Buzz.

Harry retrieved the phone from his pocket and put it up to his ear.

"You've found it?" Harry didn't bother saying hello or asking who it was, only one person had this number and that was Natasha.

"Yeah and only after four hours." Harry could hear the smugness in her tone, she would be holding this over him for months.

"Where?"

"It's in the middle of the city really. The name is something in Arabic. I've give you directions." After writing down the address that she gave him, he started walking again. "Turns out he has been living here for almost three months, it seems Mr. Klein doesn't know as much as he seems. The owner says he paid for three months upfront and has been a model tenant. He doesn't make much noise and seems to always leave out the back because she never sees him leaving, only coming back in on some days. She thinks he must have a hands on job because he is always carrying a large black carrying case and wearing casual clothes. She says she has only seen him dress up once and that he was 'quite the looker'."

Harry let her continuing talking until he saw her down the street. She nodded to him and they hung up.

"What's the game plan?" She asked him, looking at the short apartment building in front of him. "He is room 329." She pointed to a window next to a fire escape. "Apparently, he isn't in right now."

"More information from the owner?" Harry asked with a smirk.

"She was a very talkative old lady, I just provided the listening ear. He left two hours ago as far as I can tell. We going in?" Her emotionless mask was back on, it was time to work.

Harry nodded and entered the building. Natasha nodded with a smile to the lady at the front desk who smiled back at her. The smile disappeared as they entered the staircase. It wouldn't be that hard to sneak into the room and wait for him, but they would have to be careful not to tip him off to their presence. If Ares even suspected that his apartment had been compromised then he would leave before even entering.

It only took a minute for them to walk up the stairs and find the door they need. As Harry knelt down to pick the door Natasha looked hard at it. Different people had different ideas of traps, security, and warnings. She tapped him on the shoulder once and pointed to one of the door edges.

"Tape." On the edge of the door was a colored piece of tape that would rip whenever the door was opened. Harry nodded. That was a fairly easy fix. Natasha stretched a little but was able to pull the piece from the door without it showing. She looked at the door again searching for a second warning trap before nodding to him.

Harry opened the door to the room.

It was mostly what they expected. The furniture was from a previous owner he was sure, the room wasn't messy or lived in. The paint on the walls was cracked a bit and the appliances looked older, a fairly inexpensive apartment. Harry stepped around the rug in front of the door as Natasha bent to check underneath. A few pieces of cereal were sprinkled there, they would have been crushed if anyone stepped on them.

Harry nodded and continued into the room, hands in his pockets, making sure not to touch anything. Natasha's eyes scanned the room taking in everything, cataloging so if they needed to they could put everything back exactly as they found it.

"Bedroom." Harry motioned to the open door in the room. A made bed could be seen inside, along with a few pictures pasted to a wall. That got him curious.

He didn't waste any time entering the bedroom. The bed looked untouched, but there was an open case in front of it. Harry was drawn to the pictures taped to the wall first. Chances were those held his current target. It didn't take Harry took long to recognize the face in the pictures.

"Widow." Harry called out to her. They were on the job after all.

"What?" Natasha's head poked into the room, glancing at everything before him and the pictures on the wall. Her eyes widened. "Is that..."

Harry nodded a glare in his eyes, this made things more complicated. "Larry Klein."

"It's a long term target right? That means we just have to get him soon. That shouldn't be too hard, we already got his apartment, just wait for him to get home and..." She trailed off as she glanced into the case at the bottom of the bed. "That might be a problem." The emotionless voice caused Harry to turn, something else was wrong. Harry walked over and looked into the case.

Five slots were in the case, they held identical swords. The problem was that only four swords were in the case, which meant.

"We need to find Mr. Klein. Now!" Harry rushed out of the bedroom and into the hallway, Natasha right behind him. No longer worried about leaving behind clues of their visit. The most important thing was Mr. Klein's safety - because dead clients couldn't pay you.

Harry tugged a card out of his pocket along with his phone. The number was punched in quickly, while rushing down the stairs.

"Shit!" Harry cursed as the call went to voicemail. "Where would he be?"

"The hospital." Natasha said quickly. Harry stopped at the bottom step and stared at her. Natasha was holding a piece of paper that he had seen in the room. "Apparently, he has regular appointment at a hospital not too far from here. Something about a genetic disease."

They hit the street running, Natasha started waving at the street. It took less than a minute for a cab to pull up beside them. Harry didn't know if it was just because they regularly patrolled this area or because Natasha looked the way she did.

"The hospital, please!" The frantic tone in Natasha's voice made the cabby wake up a little and stare at her. "Please! Hospital." She spoke slowly and showed him the piece of paper she carried out of the room, it had a picture of the hospital on it. The cabby nodded and the sped away, a little too slow for Harry's frame of mind, but unless he wanted the entire international federation of wizards to come down on him apparating wasn't going to happen.

As they parked in front of the hospital entrance Harry handed him some currency to cover the trip and then exited as fast as Natasha had. Natasha was already in the hospital entrance room scanning frantically. She didn't even notice his as she turned down a hall and started running, Harry following a step behind.

The hospital seemed like an endless mess of corridors and rooms. Natasha's eyes never seemed to stop flicking from one spot to another taking in everything she could.

"Where is it?" He heard her muttering. She stopped suddenly in front of a door. Harry barely had enough time to avoid running into her. "Here."

Harry didn't even have time to glance at the name on the door before Natasha was pushing it open.

Klein was sitting on an exam table with his shirt partially removed when they entered. Apparently, the exam had just ended because he was buttoning it up.

"What..."

"No time." Natasha grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the door. Harry settled behind them in step, eyes moving everywhere now, on the lookout for the sword wielding Ares.

"Black Widow..." Klein was obviously still in shock because he was just staring at her with surprised eyes as she pulled him along.

Natasha opened her mouth to respond when Harry saw him.

"Incoming." Ares was a well defined caramel colored man. He looked close to 6'5" in height and Harry could immediately see why he named himself after a Greek god. There was a sword on his hip, but no one in the hallway seemed to notice it. "Move."

Natasha pulled open the door to the stairwell and started moving down, pulling Klein with her.

"Is that?" Klein sounded more than a little shocked now and slightly scared.

"Yes, and if you don't shut up he will find us." Natasha pulled open the door to the basement with a slam and then they were running down slightly darker hospital hallways.

Harry heard the slam of a door opening and shutting behind him and the pounding of footsteps. He was catching up, Klein was slowing them down. Harry kept one eye behind them, the footsteps getting ever closer.

"Fuck!" Natasha's curse caused Harry to look at her sharply. They had reached a dead end. Natasha pushed Klein behind her and stood next to Harry. "Don't fucking do anything." She spat that Klein, regardless of the fact that it wasn't exactly his fault.

They didn't even have a minute before Ares turned the corner and they caught full sight of the sword that he held. Seemingly a replica of ancient Greek style of swords it made him look more than impressive and intimidating. Natasha pulled out a gun and Harry a dagger, he had never been completely comfortable carrying around a gun when he didn't have to, unlike Natasha.

"Hello, hello." Ares said from his end of the hall walking towards them.

Natasha didn't answer. She just shot.

The man standing across from them turned faster than they could follow. The bullet sped right past him and into a piece of metal piping. A barely audible hiss seemed to release from it.

"Now, that wasn't very nice. We haven't even introduced ourselves. I'm Ares." He motioned flamboyantly to himself without removing his eyes from their weapons. "The person who is going to kill you today."

"Don't get ahead of yourself." Natasha scoffed at him.

Ares flashed them a too white smile. His eyes scanning them quickly. Harry recognized that look instantly, it was the one he was wearing now. They were cataloging each other's weaknesses, deciding who was the most threat, how to hit first and win. Ares eyes seemed to brighten as he noticed Harry's uncovered arms.

"My, my, the famous Basilisk, which means you must be the gorgeous Black Widow. Is that right?" His charming smile was sharp. "Your reputation precedes you."

"As does yours." Harry answered him.

"How disappointing that we have found ourselves on opposing sides. I think I would very much like to get to know you better." His eyes oozed over Harry's body and made him feel more than uncomfortable.

"I'm glad then. I get to kill you without remorse." Harry tossed one of his daggers lightly, testing Ares's reflexes.

"This was just starting to get interesting too." Ares's grin widened as he dodged. "Oh well."

Before Natasha or Harry could even react Ares was moving, rushing them. Harry stepped in front of Natasha and parried the sword hit away with his dagger, pushing it off course slightly. The man was a master of his craft though, and didn't even slow down. He swung the blade around, forcing Harry to jump over it and try to stab down with his dagger. He was stopped by a sudden boot to the chest, pushing him away. Harry's body hit the back wall with a loud thump. This guy was stronger and faster than they had first imagined, or even seemed possible.

Natasha dodged the blade, moving around him quickly trying to get into his personal space to make the shot. Ares wasn't giving her any leeway though, every step she made forward caused him to slide by her a little.

Harry picked himself up off the floor and pulled out more daggers. He threw them in quick succession trying to distract him enough to give Natasha an opening. Every blade he threw was deflected by the fast moving sword. The few darts of venom he threw ended up the same. Natasha wasn't getting close enough to him to hit him with anything.

Harry didn't stop though, any opening would save their lives. He circled the man, trying to flank him to no avail.

Time to change the rules.

Harry flew towards Natasha and gestured. Natasha moved quickly and suddenly they were right next to each other, moving in sync. Every thrust he did made her slash, forcing the man to have to deflect both of them at once. It took forever, the man's speed was unnatural, but slowly the tide started to turn. They pushed him back, forcing him to remain purely on the defensive to give nothing away.

They were close, Harry could tell. They were going to get him soon.

Then it happened. They faltered, Natasha stumbled.

He went up and she went up, when she was supposed to go down and then there was an opening.

The inhuman speed of the blade caught Natasha in the side, opening a gash in her side, but she moved quick enough for it not to be fatal. Harry was once again kicked, this time he heard one of his ribs crack as he flew back behind Klein, leaving him open for attack.

Time seemed to slow down. Ares was approaching Klein, who was scrambling back away from the inhuman sword. Ares pushed him over with a foot. He rested a foot on Klein's neck forcing him into a vulnerable position. The sword was raised, angled downward at Klein's exposed chest, shirt still unbuttoned.

Harry took a deep breath and noticed something. The air was heavier somehow, that wasn't right.

Harry's eyes moved past Klein and Ares, past Natasha's gun focused on Ares back, to the pipe at the end of the hall. The pipe that Natasha had dented in her first missed shot. Harry recognized the sticker on the pipe - pressurized oxygen. That wasn't odd. Of course, there was oxygen it was a hospital. The hiss of the escaped gas filled his ears until was all he could here.

Wait, Natasha's gun was focused on Ares's back.

Oxygen was flammable.

Harry didn't think. He moved. Time stood still. Harry didn't need to say the words to the summoning charm, he knew it better than almost anything. The magic escaped him. It sped towards Natasha and Klein, it pulled. A great tug and Natasha and Klein were flying towards Harry, but it didn't matter because Natasha's finger pressed the trigger.

Natasha missed. It didn't matter.

The explosion of flames around them blocked everything out, the flash of light and heat and noise. Natasha was next to him, that was all that mattered.

The shield flickered into existence around them almost a second too late.

Time was still moving too slow. Harry never really wanted to know what a person looked like as they exploded into a million pieces - red mist - he knew now. The flames crashed against the walls, against the shield.

Harry apparated.

They were in a restaurant.

Time went back to normal.

Harry pulled the sheets over Natasha's still form. The stitches in the sword wound were covered by a large bandage and she was as clean as he could get her while she was unconscious. He pushed some of her red curly hair out of her face. She looked so innocent like this - too innocent. He turned away from the sight and settled on the other occupant of the room.

Larry Klein was shaking. He was slightly singed and soot covered. His glasses were smeared after he tried rubbing them on his even dirtier shirt.

Harry pulled out two bottles from his bag and threw one to Klein. Always come prepared. He tossed a bottle opened to the man next and Klein's trembling fingers caught it.

"Tha.." Klein coughed and cleared his throat. "Thank you."

"It's just a beer." Harry plopped down in a chair and leaded back, balancing on two legs.

The slightly hysterical laugher that forced its way out of Klein's throat didn't even cause Harry to pause. He waited for Klein to get a hold of himself and open the beer. They took a few drinks in silence.

"How are you so..."

"Calm?" Harry cut him off. "It's my job. It's what you hired me for."

Klein shook his head. "That is not what I hired you for."

Harry shrugged. "Above and beyond the call of duty." Harry didn't mention the fact that they wouldn't have gotten paid if he ended up dead, or the fact that he wasn't even really planning on bringing Klein on the jump. Act as if everything went according to plan, because if you were alive it probably did.

Klein coughed and took another drink. Every sip seemed to pull him back together more and more. Klein straightened up in his chair, his hand stopped trembling.

"You saved my life." Klein said very matter of fact. Harry shrugged. "I owe you." Harry shrugged again, but nodded it was true after all. You never turn down a debt.

"You can pay me back." Harry said after a sip of his beer.

Klein cleared his throat. "No, that won't do." Harry looked at him inquisitively. "I don't like owing people, Basilisk. So, I think I will pay up front." Harry's eyes widened a little.

"You have some information I want?" Harry asked the man, dubious. The man was a personal assistant to the vice president of a insurance company, they didn't exactly run in the same circles. Klein turned to Natasha, staring at her still form.

"You care for her, don't you?" Harry stiffened. That wasn't even a question he answered when he asked it to himself. Klein turned back to him and stared into the glaring eyes, forcing Harry to see he was telling the truth. "So people are going to try and recruit you soon." Harry's eyes widened. "They aren't the sort of people you say no to. They are the sort of people that you don't want as an enemy."

Harry relaxed again, emotionless. "We'll deal with it when they come." That wasn't the sort of information that got you out of a favor.

Klein shook his head again. "No, I said they were recruiting you, just you." He glanced at Natasha's still form again. "These aren't the sort of people that like baggage."

Harry's eyes sharpened to blades as Klein stood up and drained the rest of his bottle. He nodded to Harry again.

"For what it's worth, thank you again." Klein turned toward the door and left, never looking back.

Harry sat completely still looking at the door for fifteen minutes before he moved.

A loud thump sounded as something hit the door, it was quickly followed by the sound of breaking glass.

"Director." A nervous man in a indistinctive uniform spoke. The one eyed man turned to the nervous individual.

"What is it?" He asked roughly.

"Sir, Agent Hollander's body was found after an explosion in a Dubai hospital." The one eyed man focused his harsh gaze on the quivering man.

"What was Agent Hollander's mission there?"

"He was following one of the S-2 targets who was under the alias Larry Klein." The Director grunted and stood up.

"Alright, I want a team readied at gone in an hour. Let's find out exactly what this man was up to and who killed our agent."

"Um...about that?" The shaking man said quietly.

"What it is agent?" The Director asked impatiently.

"We received communication from Agent Hollander only a few hours before the explosion. He sent this picture." The man held out a trembling hand with the picture.

The picture was of a table in a restaurant. On one side of the table was the target Larry Klein. On the other side of the table were two individuals, a man and a woman. They were both wearing jackets, which was odd with the hot weather in Dubai. The woman was also wearing sunglasses and appeared to be younger than the man. The Director would guess she was in her late teens, which made the picture even weirder.

"Do we know who these people are?"

"We...um...think so. The man...he has...a mark right here." The man pointed to the neck of the man. A thin black line was peeking out of the collar. "There is only one known individual that we are following that has...that kind of...mark. He goes by Basilisk. He's been on the field for almost four years, we have no information on his background. He has...um...partnered with someone though. That's who we think the...girl is, Black Widow. She appeared a little after Basilisk started on the international stage, but seemed to have been floating around Russia before that." The man stopped talking and backed away.

"Interesting." The Director said, almost to himself, and waved the man away.

He would have to think about this.

AN: Hello again, friend of a friend. Here's the next chapter. Once again, if you spot any obvious mistakes you can just tell me and I'll fix it.

Since I am approaching 500 reviews on this fic I thought I would try something. I have never done a prompt before and I think it would be fun to try. So, whoever sends in the 500th review can request a oneshot from me. Anything you want, so long as I know the fandom. No promises to it being the next holy grail of fanfiction, but I'll do my best.

I hope you enjoyed this.

~Rain