A/N: Thank you everyone for the feedback! I rewrote the last chapter three times because I kept thinking I was using the wrong tense. Also, I'm thinking of doing parts of the story from Fizz's perspective, but I haven't decided for sure yet.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter :)

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I don't think Fizz believed me. At first anyway. And maybe he still doesn't, but...well...

I mean, he tried to launch into a line of questions about how I'd ended up falling out of the sky—apparently he caught me with some spell called slow fall, which took him like a million times to try to cast on me, and he totally thought I was gonna hit the ground before his spell took effect. Then, as I was trying to figure out what to call the lady with all those arms who had opened those tears in the dimensions so I could explain it to him, he asked if I had a lost gryphon somewhere. For a second, I was really confused because I was pretty sure that griffons were something from Harry Potter, but I...I'll deal with that if it ever comes up again.

Honestly, I suppose I could have been a bit nicer and not just ignored all his questions. It was just, the clock is ticking, right? So I launched into an interrogation of my own.

My first question was if this place was Azeroth and he seemed kinda thrown by it. He just stared at me for a few minutes and finally frowned.

"What're ya tryin' ta pull here, kid?"

That was his response. A simple yes or no would have been more than enough, but instead he had to dodge the question? So, you know, I'm kind of thinking about how my friends could be dying as we speak and I got a little snappy. I didn't mean to.

"If this is Azeroth you have to call off your stupid demons."

His expression blanked and he just stared at me. Again.

What? Was I turning into some weird creature with tentacles for arms? ...they probably already have those here. Ew.

It was then that it occurred to me that maybe he actually didn't know what I was talking about. Maybe it was just a few people who controlled the demons. So I did my best to start at the beginning. Well, what I figured was the beginning.

At first, he still looked kind of annoyed and all. But then, when I explained about the email and mentioned the phrase Burning Legion, his eyes got all wide and his jaw clenched. Like his was afraid of them.

It really threw me. I mean, all this time I'd been figuring that these guys were the ones in control and now he was afraid?

I think I fish mouthed for a second before finally managing to talk again. "You guys have warlocks. You control them, right? You can call them off?"

He stood there for a minute staring at me and then he slowly ran his fingers over his head, flattening his hair and making his ears look like they poked out even further. Then he began pacing. And pacing. He'd stop, look at me, open his mouth, and then close it and go back to pacing.

It was freaking me out.

Finally, he stopped. And stared at me like I had a third eye on my forehead—I bet they have critters like that, too—and slowly he considered that maybe what I'd been saying, disjointed as it was, had some merit of truth to it.

"Ya sayin' ya from another world?" I nodded fervently. "And the Burning Legion is attackin' that world?" Another nod. "So you came here to get us to stop them."

"Exactly." I nearly hugged him. "So who do I talk to?"

He frowned. "Look, kid. I hate to disappoint, but we barely managed to repel the Burning Legion ourselves...and by 'we' I mean some fine heroes of the Alliance and Horde. I, personally, was never there." He brought his hands up and swept them out in a 'no way' sort of gesture. "Never fought a demon. Hear they're nasty though—"

He cut himself off when he looked at me and saw that I was ready to start bawling again. I mean, duh the demons are nasty. I wouldn't have crossed dimensions for nothing. I think that was when he really started to believe me. Assuming he's not just humoring me.

Fizz sort of floundered for a moment and finally walked over and patted one of my hands. "Ya know who ya need to talk to?" As I blinked hopefully, tears blurring my vision somewhat, he looked like he was torn between actually telling me or not. Finally he sighed. "The draenei of the Alliance have dealt with the demons a lot." He waved one of his hands like he was trying to call a thought to him. "It's sorta like...their mission statement to defeat the Burnin' Legion."

That was easily the best thing I'd heard in weeks, and not just 'cause I hadn't been able to understand most everything. "That's wonderful. Where do I go? Can we call them? Do you guys have phones—no, you don't, do you? Is there like some spell thing you can call them with?"

He held his hands up to get me to stop asking questions. I think he was kind of regretting that translation spell...

He seemed overwhelmed by my questions for a minute before finally darting down the hall and into his study. I kind of hoped he was like calling those drain-whatever things, but when he came back, he just had his cloak and bag that he generally had with him when we went out shopping. I started to follow him, but he held his hands up and then pointed at me and then down the hall. "Stay here until I come back, got it?"

With that, he was out the door. He couldn't have at least told me where he was going? Did he think I was crazy? Was he going to tell those guard dudes to come drag me away—and it would be some serious dragging, 'cause these gremlins are only like three feet tall, if that?

Needless to say I was so not happy. I mean, I don't know what I really expected, but it wasn't to be abandoned. At first, I kind of dawdled around, waiting for Fizz to get back. Minutes ticked by and turned into an hour and I began to think maybe he'd run away or something. Yeah, he generally spent a few hours gathering stuff and talking to people, but surely he got how urgent saving my world was.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got that he hadn't stuck around or promised to help me get those heroes he'd mentioned on board. So, I decided that if he wasn't going to help, I would help myself. I know I should have thought of that a long time ago, but at least now I can talk to people.

And it occurred to me that maybe this translation spell would let me read their writing, too. So I went back into Fizz's room that he always holed himself up in. I could read it, sure enough.

But none of it made sense. I felt kind of like a fifth grader reading an astro-physics text book. There were words, like to and of that I got, but beyond that, it might as well have stayed gibberish.

I was so frustrated that I banged my hand against the wall and all the papers on it just sloffed off onto the floor. Like a little paper tidal wave.

Fizz was gonna be so pissed off.

Assuming he hadn't headed for the hills.

Well, I figured I should probably avoid burning the one bridge I had, so I started picking up the papers and trying to remember where they went. It didn't take long to figure out that I was never gonna figure out how to put them back without his noticing, so I started just stacking them up, as neat as possible. I thought about running away to avoid his wrath, but quickly nixed that idea. I needed him, whether he wanted to accept that or not.

And he was going to help me save my world. I would harass him until he brought me to those...whatevers. Burning Legion slayers.

I'd gotten about half the papers off the floor when I heard something hit the door and I whirled around, clutching the papers to my chest—Fizz could use fire, I'd learned, and I thought maybe if he was really mad, he'd avoid throwing any my way if he saw I was holding something of his. But there was nothing there. No Fizz.

I started to get up off my knees, but paused. If he wasn't here yet, then I still had time to pick up before he got back. And really, I'd had a bit of time to cool down and realize that I wasn't mad at him, but rather the stupid demons.

So I went back to grabbing the papers, but stopped when one was caught under what for a split instant I thought was a table leg. Then I realized tables don't have matted fur. It was like a mix between a claw and a hoof.

I looked up slowly and stared into the face of some sort of hideous animal. If you could call it a face. It had no eyes, that I could tell. Instead, it just had a large gaping mouth full of hundreds of sharp teeth, with saliva dripping out and splashing the floor below—including the papers. Two horns protruded from its shoulders and it had these weird appendage things curling up over its head, that reminded me of deformed starfish.

There was this long, terrifying pause where I was too dumbstruck to know what I was looking at, and then some of its saliva hit my hand. Instinctively, I jerked back. It let out this frenzied howl, as though all it had been waiting for was for my fear to reach a certain point of 'oh shit, I'm gonna die' and it lunged forward.