Roarkshop here: A nice loooong chapter to make up for the nice looooong Authors Note at the end. You don't have to read it if you don't want to, but I would appreciate anyone who did, along with their feedback. I hope you enjoy the chapter! And will shuttup now so you can read. 3

Shepard shared another meal with Tali in the mess after sleeping off the effects of the red sand. Mordin had told her that the cybernetics in her must have reacted to the kinetic energy in the sand, creating the electrical current that propelled her across the room. She had tried to joke with him, telling him that it was magic, but he just called her ridiculous and tried to explain to her the science of it. Regardless it was good to get out of the Med Bay.

Tali had assured Shepard the previous day that the only reason she didn't join her before was because she had a team to look out for, people she couldn't let down. Not to mention that she was thrown by the Cerberus cooperation. She had planned on contacting the Commander as soon as her mission on Haestrom was complete regardless of the outcome, which had put Shepard at ease.

"Commander," Kelly Chambers said nervously, holding a tray full of food. "May we join you?"

"Sure, ladies, be my guest."

Kelly and the engineer girl, Gabby Daniels, placed their trays on the other side of the table from Tali and Shepard and the four chatted away. More like the three of them chatted, Shepard stayed relatively quiet until she laughed or they asked her a question. Being the girls that they were, it wasn't long until they were talking about men. The three of them all agreed that Jacob was... more than a little aesthetically pleasing to the eye.

"Cerberus or not. His muscle structure definitely... well, it caught my attention rather quickly," Tali said sheepishly.

"Why Ms. Zora," Shepard teased. Tali shrugged in a what-are-you-gonna-do kinda way.

"And what about Garrus?" Chambers cooed.

"Garrus?" Tali asked.

"Don't you think he's sexy?"

"Garrus Vakarian?" Tali said, like she needed it clarified.

"Yes! Lord, he can do my calibrations any day," Gabby said.

Shepard laughed.

"Do you think turians kiss?" Kelly asked.

"Of course they kiss," Shepard said. "It really is amazing how little you guys know about the other species we share the galaxy with."

"But... how?" Gabby asked, touching her face. "They don't have any lips."

"Yes they do."

"What?" she protested. "No they just have those plates there."

"Trust me. Look it up. Just think of all the sounds Garrus wouldn't be able to make if he didn't have lips. 'vuh' 'puh' 'buh' 'fuh' 'muh'.

"I suppose..." Gabby conceded.

"Their lips just aren't flexible like ours. So when they do kiss each other, it's just a peck, a simple sign of affection. Can you imagine being a turian seeing humans kiss? Lord we must look like we're trying to consume each other."

They all had a good laugh at that.

"Why do you know so much about turians," Gabby asked, wagging her eyebrows.

"Don't get any ideas," she said laughing. "All I did as a kid was read so I learned quite a bit. I learned even more when I joined the military. I'm amazed at how little you guys know. I mean the other species have different languages and different customs. What happens when you accidentally offend someone because you don't know what is and isn't rude to someone?"

"That's... a really good point," Kelly said.

"I'm especially surprised at you, Kelly, who claims to love each species equally."

"Well, I do!"

"It's more... physical love," Gabby teased.

"Oh shut up, Gabby. Don't act like you don't have a thing for Garrus."

"Do all the women have a crush on Garrus?" Tali asked.

"How could you not?" Gabby swooned.

A weird silence settled over the room as Kelly and Gabby shared a meaningful glance.

"Commander, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Kelly."

"You and Garrus are close, right?"

"We are."

"How close?"

"Well, he flung me over his shoulder and carried me to the Med Bay last night. And if anyone else would have tried that, they'd be dead. So I'd say we're very close."

"Yes but... how close?"

"Do you have something you want to ask me, Kelly?"

"Have you two... ever..."

"No."

"Really?" the engineer and yeoman said in unison.

"Really."

"I thought for sure you two had gotten together at some point."

"What? Why?"

"It's like he's a completely different person when you're around. I thought you two might be together when he first came aboard."

Shepard laughed. "No, it's not like that with Garrus and I."

"But how could you have resisted? God, I have trouble keeping my hands off him when he's in the room."

"You girls know he's a turian, right?"

"So what? You don't think he's sexy?"

Shepard took a long drink from her mug. "That's not what I meant. Of course Garrus is sexy. But saying he's sexy is like saying he's a good shot, or Tali's good at engineering, or that I'm a bad ass. Not only are they obvious, they're understatements."

The girls all giggled at Shepard's nonchalant confession.

"I knew you thought so to," Gabby squealed. "But if you think he's sexy, why haven't you given it a go? I mean surly the species thing can't be too big a deal."

"Well it's not a big deal. At least not to me. Wait, you're getting me off track," she said. She took a deep breath trying to figure out how to explain it. "No doubt everyone on this ship knows a good deal about my past, thanks to a certain Earth reporter. As such, I don't have a lot of people I can truly rely on, like family and friends. Garrus and Tali here are about the only people I put in those categories."

"Well, just because you're close doesn't mean you can't... you know... get a lot closer," Kelly said before giggling.

"Garrus is the closest thing I have to family. What makes you think I'd risk ruining that?

"Ruin it? What makes you think that it would ruin it?"

"I don't know how your casual encounters go, but mine have always effectively ended the relationship, whether I wanted it to end or not. And that's just not a chance I'll take with Garrus. Plus he's called me soft and squishy enough times for me to know it's not a compliment."

"So you don't think he likes human girls?" Kelly asked.

"Well, in all honesty, the conversation has never really come up. But we've been out drinking before, and when asari and human women have approached him in the past he's always looked at them like he thought they might be contagious."

"He never looks at you that way," Gabby added.

"I don't approach Garrus like that."

"Ugh, that's a shame," Kelly said, sinking back in her chair. "Turian's usually always use sex as a stress release. We're on a high risk mission, I'd be first to volunteer." They giggled. Tali had her hands over her mask, an affectation since they couldn't see her smiling anyway.

"Oh, I know!" Gabby squealed, glad to be back on topic. "I mean how could you not want a piece of him? With that way he looks at you sideways, and that damn smirk of his..."

"Ladies," Shepard said trying to stop them.

"Oh god, right? I wonder what he looks like under that armor. I'd love to get my hands on those shoulders of his." Kelly went on.

"Kelly," Shepard tried to interrupt.

"Every time he looks at you it just... I don't know," Kelly continued.

"Sends shivers down your spine, right?" Gabby said.

"Yes! I have to admit I've lost myself in the odd daydream starring our favorite sniper."

The girls giggled again and Shepard was trying to stop laughing.

"I looked up some... material," Kelly said.

"You mean smut," Gabby corrected.

"It was for research!"

"Sure it was."

"Anyway," she continued. "Besides being kind of violent, it's totally possible if you can handle it."

"Oh I'm sure I can," Gabby said.

"Okay," Shepard interrupted between huffing breaths. "Really you need to stop now. He's a turian, ladies."

"Really, Commander. The species thing doesn't put us off at all."

"I can see that," she said wiping a tear from her eye. "But that's not why I mentioned it. I didn't mean it as a reason you shouldn't be attracted to him."

"Well then why did you bring it up at all?"

"Think about it. He's a turian. Who resides in the battery."

The two girls cocked their heads to the side, obviously confused.

Shepard crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair.

"Garrus," she said, not raising her voice at all. "What do you think of all this?"

The battery doors whooshed open and out he strode. He turned to look at them sideways like he always did, wiping his massive hands on a rag. His mandibles clicked in that snide grin of his and he winked at them. "I think," he rumbled, rolling out a shoulder. "That I might need to take my shirt off, it's so hot in here."

Shepard almost choked on her tea she started laughing so hard.

The two girls turned so red she thought they looked like they were about to explode, hands covering their faces.

"Why Ms. Chambers," Garrus said, sauntering over, using his most sultry voice. "I never knew you had a weakness for men with scars."

"I uh.. I..."

"Maybe it's not scars," Shepard offered. "Maybe it's men with big guns she likes."

"Hmmm," he purred, putting a finger under the girl's chin and lifting her face slowly until her eyes met his. "Ms. Chambers do you know what they say about men with big guns?"

"N-No?" She said, quivering.

"They have equally big bullets." Shepard interrupted.

"See now, why do you have to ruin all my fun?" Garrus said, releasing Kelly's face.

"I need them functional, Garrus."

He sighed and ran the smooth side of his talons down the girls cheek.

"Another time, then," he said with a purr, before making his way around the table to Shepard.

"Oh god, Shepard," the girls said, turning around, furious. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I tried," she said with a smile over her mug.

"Why would you say all those things if you knew he was listening? I never thought-"

"Garrus and I have no secrets," she said, raising her glass to him. He nodded at her.

"So," Garrus said, leaning on the back of Shepard's chair. "About this...research you've been doing..."

Shepard had never seen those two leave a room so fast.

It was about twenty minutes later by the time the three of them had stopped laughing.

"Oh, Keelah," Tali said sighing. "That was mean, Shepard."

"It's not like I was egging them on," she defended. "It's not my fault they wouldn't shut up. I tried to stop them. I did, you saw me."

"Not going to pretend I didn't enjoy that," Garrus said.

"Yeah, great. The last thing you need is an ego boost," Shepard teased.

"Yes, Garrus. You're not going to be able to fit that head of yours in the Main Battery soon."

"Whoa, ouch," Garrus said, putting his hand on his chest, feigning offense. "Double teamed by my only friends. What a way to go."

"Actually, I know a lot of guys who would love to go like that," she said with a sly smirk as she took another swig out of her mug.

"You see? This is why I don't talk. You humans always take it somewhere dirty."

"Dirty is the best kind of place to take it, Garrus," she said.

Garrus just covered his face with his hand, laughing.

"God, I almost spit my tea all over Tali when you came out of that Battery."

The next night, when the assassin was making his move for Nassana Dantius, they headed to her towers. Little did they know it was going to turn into an all out assault.

"Look Pal," the eclipse merc protested, "Even if I knew where he was I wouldn't tell you."

"Not the answer I was looking for," she said.

"I've got nothing more to say to you," he said indignantly, crossing his arms.

"Garrus," she said motioning her head at the merc.

He took his queue beautifully, growling and grabbing the mans throat in an iron hand. He slammed him against the glass of the window and radiation cracks spread throughout it.

"What sound do you think you'll make when you hit the ground?" She said sauntering towards him with a smirk. "Think you'll hear it before you die?"

"I...uh..."

"Just give me what you know."

Oh and he did. Everything he knew. Spewed it from his mouth as fast as he could. When he started rambling unimportant shit, she told Garrus to release him, and he high-tailed it out of there.

"I wish I had a pet turian," Jack scoffed.

"You'd have to actually show sanity once in a while," Garrus protested.

"Fuck you."

"Yeah, no thanks," he said as he started to walk away. "Turians may be violent by nature, but I know crazy when I see it."

"Children, please," Shepard said, picking up a data disc that the merc dropped on his way out.

Garrus laughed. "That merc owes you one, Shepard. Anyone else would have killed him."

"I'm still thinking about killing him," Jack said.

"What can I say?" Shepard laughed as she turned around. "He was wearing my favorite color."

"No, red is your favorite color," Garrus corrected.

"Well shit, then I guess I should have killed him."

Jack laughed. "You're alright, Shepard."

She was surprised to find Nassana Dantius alive, considering how far ahead of them the assassin had been.

"What? Shepard? You're dead."

"I got better."

Her squad laughed.

"Before you do this, tell me who hired you."

"Maybe I just missed you," Shepard taunted, sinking back into a hip and crossing her arms, like she did.

"Screw you."

"Charming."

"Is it credits, is that what you want? Just tell me your price and we can make this all go away."

"Shepard," Garrus said. He motioned his head and Shepard knew the assassin was above them. Garrus never ceased to prove how useful his heightened senses were.

"It looks like nothing can make this go away now, Nassana."

And just like that, a flash of green. Crack, thud, bang, bang. They were all dead.

"Impressive," Garrus rumbled. "You certainly know how to make an entrance."

"Forgive me," the drell said, hardly acknowledging them. "Prayers for the wicked must not be forsaken."

"If you think she deserves it, I suppose," Shepard said.

"Not for her... for me."

"Oh, well in that case you can do it later, right?"

Jack laughed, Garrus at least fought his down. The assassin was obviously not amused.

Once he looked up at them, it seemed like the first time the drell got a good look at who was following him. He tilted his head to the side as he studied the Commander. Garrus really didn't like the way he was looking at her. It was cold. Calculating. The slightest hint of a smile creeping up on him. He either wanted her, or thought he was better than her. Both were equally irritating.

Garrus kept his cross-hairs on him.

"The measure of an individual can be difficult to discern from actions alone," he said, holstering his gun and idly dragging his hand along the desk. "Take you, for instance. All this destruction... chaos."

"It's kind of my thing."

"So I see. I was curious to see how far you'd go to find me," he continued around the desk until he was standing defiantly in front of the Commander. "Well... here I am."

"Yes. You. Are," Jack said seductively. Shepard waved a hand, motioning for her silence. To Garrus' surprise, the biotic obeyed.

"So you knew we were coming?" Shepard asked.

"I didn't, not until you marched in the front door, guns blazing, anyway," he said as he approached the barrel of Garrus' rifle. He looked at it like he was inspecting a light socket. Unworried. "I work quietly. If I have to fight through guards, I've made a mistake." He turned his head to look at her sideways, the slightest smirk on his lips. "I don't make mistakes."

Garrus had started growling softly, deep in his chest. He only had to make eye contact with Shepard to know she wanted him to stand down, so he reluctantly exhaled and put his rifle on his back, but he didn't like it.

"I see your people respect you," the drell said, eying Garrus up and down.

"They know it's unhealthy not to," she replied. "You'd be wise to do the same."

"Well then," he said, turning to her. "What is it you'd like to discuss?"

Shepard explained about the Collectors as he circled her again, hands behind his back. He turned his head this way and that as he spoke, observing every part of her. She didn't move, but let him move around her, only turning her head to follow him with her eyes. She flicked her head to move the wisps of hair from her brow, carelessly. Making sure he knew she wasn't threatened by him. She commanded his attention. A predator circling a predator.

Garrus really wanted to punch him.

"Attacking the Collectors would require passing through the Omega Four relay," the assassin said looking over his shoulder at her. "No ship has ever returned from doing so."

"They told me it was impossible to get to Ilos, too."

"A fair point," he said with a smile. "You've built a career out of preforming the impossible." There was a long pause as he turned to look out the window. "This was to be my last job," he said. "I'm dying. As such, low survival odds don't concern me. The abduction of your colonists does."

"I hadn't heard that," she said, moving beside him. "Is there anything I can do?"

Garrus scoffed, as did Jack.

"Giving me this opportunity is enough. The universe is a dark place. I'm trying to make it brighter before I die." He turned to her, head down slightly. "Many innocents died today. I wasn't fast enough and they suffered. I must atone for that. I will work for you, Shepard," he said, holding his hand out to her. "No charge."

Garrus' eyes narrowed. He felt like the handshake lingered a little too long. The drell turned to leave and Shepard smiled at Jack, raising her eyebrows. Jack smiled and licked her top lip for effect, holding out a fist, that Shepard gladly bumped with her own. Garrus didn't really know what was going on, but he didn't like it.

There was a frenzy in Mess Hall the following evening. It seemed like every woman on the ship was there gossiping about the new assassin on board. Even the Justicar, Samara, watched the rest of them, though she remained mostly silent. As Shepard headed for the counter to make her usual tea she got bombarded with questions about him. Shepard laughed, but wasn't about to play matchmaker.

"Ladies, ladies please," she said, turning around to face them. "I've only talked to him a couple of times, and he doesn't strike me as the playboy type so I suggest you put it out of your minds."

Jack sauntered up to her, grabbing her own mug on her way out of the mess. "You say that, but you just want him all to yourself."

"It's good to be the king," Shepard said with a smile.

Jack laughed and gave Shepard another fist bump in appreciation. It was hard not to think the new assassin was sexy, though Shepard certainly wasn't interested. But, playing along with the girls was good for morale, not to mention a good distraction from who she actually wanted.

"Now, seriously," she said. "Everyone back to your positions. This isn't a singles cruise." The crew all scattered from the mess hall slowly, and Shepard watched them leave, saying goodnight to anyone who said it to her, until she was sure she was by herself. She turned around to face the counter with her empty mug in her hand. "Honestly," she sighed, rubbing her eyes with her free hand.

"I am sorry," Thane said from behind her.

"Agh!" She jumped, tossing her mug in the air. The hand that had been on her eyes grabbed the drell's throat so fast he hardly had time to react. Thane put one hand up non-threateningly, and caught the stray mug in the other without even looking at it. "Jesus, Krios," she said, releasing his throat from her grip, exhaling. "I get that your whole M.O. is the sneaky ninja thing, but next time you sneak up on me like that, by your logic, I'm not responsible if I shoot you."

The drell laughed, once, handing her back the cup with a half bow. "I apologize for that as well, then," he said. "Though I admit that your reflexes are rather... impressive."

"Thanks," she said taking the mug from him with a laugh, turning back to the counter to return to making her tea. "Besides scaring the holy hell out of me, what are you apologizing for?"

"The commotion my presence seems to have caused aboard your vessel these two days," he said, watching her as she moved, hands behind his back.

"Ah, yes well, they're a bunch of children, so I'm not really surprised," she dunked the tea in and out of the hot water in her mug and turned to face him, leaning against the counter. "Just a few nights ago the romance gossip was all about Garrus."

"The turian?"

"Yeah. Humans are fickle, what are you gonna do," she laughed. "You always create a fan club on a new ship?"

"I usually travel alone. My work it..." he paused looking for words. "It demands a specific freedom that is unattainable with comrades."

"I'll bet."

"But if your inquiry is about the crews reactions, I'm afraid that is quite common. Human females, especially, seem to favor me. Why is beyond my comprehension, however."

She laughed. "Oh is it?"

"Is that... unusual?"

"Well you fit a very..." her head moved from side to side as she weighed her words. "Specific archetype common among human heartthrobs."

"Ah... And what archetype would that be?"

"That would be the strong silent type, Krios. The most popular heartthrob."

"I see. I imagine human women are attracted to strength for the same reason most other species of women are. But, why silence?"

"I'm not sure, I think it's because the average human woman doesn't like to hear anyone else talk but herself," she said. Thane seemed to smile genuinely at her joke, his shoulders shook with a small laugh.

"However," he said, tilting his head to observe her. "That doesn't seem to apply to you, Shepard."

"Shepard's anything but average," Garrus rumbled, coming from the battery, busying himself. Shepard scooted over to make room for him as he got his own drink.

"I'm beginning to understand that," Thane said as he studied the turian.

The two men seemed to have a silent conversation as Thane realized Garrus could hear them from inside the battery. Garrus' predatory, blue eyes hung on the drell's lethal, dark ones. The moment seemed an eternity it was so tense.

"That would make two of us, then," Shepard said to the drell, obviously unaware of the situation between the men. "You almost seem more like a monk than an assassin. Not what I was expecting by any means."

"You've spent too much time fighting thugs who think custom painted armor makes them professionals. It is my experience that those who are truly dangerous, never act like they are," he said, his eyes sketching her form. "Take you for an example. You dedicate so much time to rounding the ship, checking on each crew member. I have merely been here two days and you already know more about me than anyone else. Showing kindness to everyone who comes in contact with you. You are only slightly taller than the average human female, decisively smaller than most other species, your skin offers no protection against the elements or combat. You obviously put your people before yourself and the mission. If I didn't know any better, I would have guessed you a weakling upon first glance."

"But you do know better," she said, looking at him over the rim of her mug.

"I certainly do," he replied, his eyes lingering on her.

Garrus noted the tension between them. He was trying to figure out why it was making him so angry, when the drell bowed, excusing himself.

"I have already taken up too much of your time," he said. "I look forward to our next chat, Shepard."

She watched him walk away, her eyes hung on him until he was no longer visible.

"I see you've also boarded the Thane train," Garrus said snidely, fixing himself some coffee.

Shepard spit her tea back into her mug laughing.

"The what?"

"You heard me," he said with a grin.

"Don't be ridiculous, Garrus," she said, waving him off before turning to face him and leaning on the counter. "While I'm sure there are many aboard said train, I assure you I am not one of them."

"Forgive me if I don't believe you," he said.

She paused to look up at him, obviously confused before a smile crept across her face.

"Why Mr. Vakarian," she said putting a hand on her hip. "I do believe you're jealous of our new resident sniper."

"What? No," he laughed and sank back against the counter. "I'm just already tired of hearing about it. I'm starting to think the battery was a poor place to situate myself." He took a swig of his coffee. "Plus, I don't trust him. He's trouble."

"Hmmmm," she said tapping her chin. "Where have I heard that before? Oh yes, that's what Executor Pallin told me about you when I told him I was taking you."

"He did?"

"He did."

"What did you say?"

She smiled over the rim of her mug.

"I like trouble."

He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well then you've gone and made my point for me," he said, motioning his head towards the Life Support Deck. "I've never seen your eyes linger on someone like that."

"It's not 'let-me-take-your-clothes-off' linger, Garrus."

"It's not?"

"No, I don't do that. Well I don't get caught doing it, anyway," she said with an exhale, turning to lean on her elbows. "He's dangerous. And on top of that, he's already proved several times that if he wanted to kill me, I wouldn't even see him coming."

"He has? Do you want me to kill him?"

She laughed.

"Not yet. And even if I did who knows if you could? He wouldn't fight fair. I don't even know he's there until he's already up on me."

"No one can sneak up on me, Shepard,"

"That's certainly true," she said with a smile. "But, also irrelevant. So now you know why I keep my eyes on him. He makes me feel like I need to stay on my toes. Like I need to act dangerous."

"You are dangerous."

"Be that as it may, he makes me feel like I need to prove it so he doesn't slit my throat in the middle of night. I need to figure out, fast, if we can trust him. So I can either rest easy when he's around, or toss him out the airlock."

"What's your gut tell you?"

"My gut says that he's a good man," she said. "But I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been fooled before."

Garrus relaxed a little. The realization that she didn't trust the drell either was comforting.

"Regardless," she said picking her tea back up. "I'm going to have to see what he can do in actual combat. I don't know how much call for sneaking around we're going to have."

"I'm sure we'll bring him along for something," Garrus said, leaning his side on the counter with his coffee. "Though me being present might render him useless."

"I'm sure it will," she said. She looked at him sideways, and tilted her head, like she was weighing a thought.

"...What?"

She reached up and put her palm on the side of his throat.

"Don't worry, big guy. If we're talking sex-appeal, he's got nothing on you."

His mandibles fluttered in a confident smile.

"Damn right," he said, raising his mug to take a drink.

She laughed, and patted the side of his neck, before turning and heading to her quarters.

He watched her round the corner to the elevator and exhaled through his nose. The spot on his neck where her hand had been was cold, and for whatever reason, he didn't like it.

Roarkshop here: So here's a big long authors note! I've been doing some thinking this past week. Many of you have found me on Deviant Art, but still I get a lot of people asking me questions about this or that and I can't always respond. Especially once February gets here (thus beginning the busiest season of the year for a Las Vegas bartender) I'm going to be less and less able to answer everyone's comments and reviews personally. Which I hate. Also: A few of you have shown interest in my original story ideas (not fan fiction related) that I, obviously, would not be able to post on here. So I was thinking of starting a blog.

I would put Sense And Flexibility up on the blog, but I would also keep updating it here and on Deviant art. When the this story reaches completion, and I begin working on something new, I could post it there (and here if I do another fan story) and on Fictionpress(dot)com. But I would also do little video blogs maybe once a week and post anything else original there. Plus I would stop doing these ANNOYING Authors notes and just put them on the blog for those of you that care, so that those of you who DON'T care, can remain none the wiser. Maybe I could read your questions and answer them on the blog so everyone can see the answer in case anyone else has the same questions? Make it fun? Put up polls for what story you want me to write next, maybe? Share other stories I like? I don't know it's still a thought in process.

So here is my question to you guys, my lovely readers. How many of you are actually interested in seeing my stupid face? If I do make the blog is that something you guys would be interested in? I don't want to do it if you all think it's stupid because I would be doing it for you guys. I don't like to look at my own stupid face or hear my own stupid voice. So to avoid it being something I do to make myself feel suddenly popular, I honestly would like to know if you guys have any interest in these things.

Also: I have been getting requests for more ways to contact me than just here on FF because people don't have accounts or whatever the case may be. So I'm letting everyone know I'm also on Twitter and Facebook, two other places you can contact me simply by searching for, you guessed it, Roarkshop. I'm only tinkering around with a blog for right now, but if you guys would actually be interested in that, I will buy a domain name and make it as super awesome as I'm possibly able with my limited artistic skill and witty commentary.

I would love to be around YOU folks more, and I want to eliminate as much distance between us as possible. Because while I love doing all of this, it's about you and it's about me. And I don't want there to be any steps in between. That's what makes the internet so super great. That and cat videos.

Well if you've read this far, I thank you. It's a lot of metaphorical hot air up in this sheezy. I really do want to hear everyone's opinion, not just supportive ones if you don't agree. If you do want to give me your two cents on it, please do so either on Twitter, Facebook, DeviantArt or in a Private Message on FF. I would like to keep the reviews/comments section limited to actual reviews/comments about the story to avoid confusion for new readers if possible.

Anyway, I think that's all I wanted to say. I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday of their choosing, and that their New Year is safe, fun, and as always, filled with love. Thank you to all of you who have stuck with me through my relentless shenanigans. I apologize that they will never cease, as I love shenanigans.

Please please PLEASE be safe this New Years Eve. Have fun and I will catch you next year! ^_^

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Love,

Roarkshop.