Sorry this took a bit longer. I was hooked on a book series that was insanely amazing for the past four days. I'm just dying for the last book. Write faster Rothfuss!

Oh, and it would be up sooner if not for a certain someone *cough* EDS. I had this done two days ago. Stupid turtle.

Ok actually this one has fluff as I couldn't just jump them out of the farmhouse. I realized it required more preparation than I'd thought to get everyone out.

-A-R-Y-A-

She could truthfully say she hadn't planned on telling him that. Especially not before he said it. But she, in a rare moment, had lost control of her emotions. It was happening more and more so and all were in accordance with Eragon. He actually understood her, to the point that he could literally ruin her if he ever left. What was that quote? "Love is giving someone the power to destroy you, but trusting them not to." It was very true and very real in her mind. Eragon held the cards now. Not that he knew it, but she was done fighting herself in order to retain some warped version of her past.

Every step she'd taken up unto this point, some darker version of herself had wanted to retract it. She thought she was losing herself, when, in reality, she was finally becoming the person she had been meant to be. It's what she would be like if her history and losses hadn't shaped her to be cold and heartless. She was lying beside him, facing away, and fully awake. Too much had been brought to the surface and because of her ceaseless mind, it wouldn't shut down until all was processed. Suddenly Eragon spoke beside her.

"Tell it to pipe down."

She chuckled, not turning or reacting besides an answer.

"Tell what?"

His strong arm wrapped around her stomach, pulling her to his chest.

"Your mind. It's spinning."

He knew her much to well. Still she questioned his ability.

"How did you even know I was awake?"

He brushed his fingers slowly through her hair.

"Because when you fall asleep, you usually move closer to me. And of course you're breathing wasn't mellowed."

She smiled, resting her hand on the arm that encircled her.

"And why are you still awake?"

He nuzzled her neck.

"The same reason as you I assume. Also partly because I feel like I'm living in a dream world."

She turned to him, meeting his kind eyes in the dark room.

"Why do you find it so unrealistic that I would feel as strongly as you do?"

He shrugged, his fingers now beginning to glide along her arm softly.

"There are several reasons. Most pertaining to the fact that it's . . . .well, you. Do you not see people's reactions to our being together? It's amazement. That kid back in Texas, before I even knew you, was so shocked he warned me against messing up. You are breathtaking."

She laughed at his ignorance.

"When you simply watch the men, it is easy for you to think that we are unmatched." His eyes narrowed in question and she reached out, touching his temple with two fingers. As she spoke she let them glide down his cheek, only to stop at his chin. "Eragon, I may not have been open about my feelings for you, but I am still human. I still watched the women who gaped at you. The one's who watched your ass as you walked by like you were a model on a runway. Trust me, you are not out of your league nor lacking in something I possess."

He captured her hand that had been tracing his features, lacing their fingers together.

"And may I ask, how jealous were you?"

She grinned, her eyes rolling at his childish query.

"I cannot be envious of somebody that does not hold your attention. I am not petty and until recently I hadn't even accepted my own feelings. Although now, if some woman pulled on you what Robert did to me, I would've been rather annoyed. I'm surprised you handled it so well."

Eragon shifted, his smile slightly increased.

"A whole array of thoughts entered my mind, one of which was annoyance. But I saw your first, utter demolishing rejection and ended up feeling bad for the guy. I was rather aggravated when he kept at it though. Thought I might have to fight him."

She tilted her head.

"I'm surprised he did continue his pursuit. I figured he would've gotten the hint."

Eragon kissed her once.

"In all honesty who would ever give up trying for you? If I'd been him, I wouldn't have stopped until you'd broken up with your boyfriend of the time and got with me."

She smirked and repeated his first words with sarcasm.

"In all honesty, I don't think anybody but you could've gotten me to the point of having a boyfriend. I've met many people and none got to me like you did."

He pulled her tighter into him, breathing deeply and relaxing at her side.

"You have no idea how good it is to hear that."

She simpered into his chest, closing her eyes.

"Hold onto that feeling because I rarely give compliments."

He chuckled.

"I'll never let go."

And he meant more with that statement than anyone else would simply miss. He was not going to lose her and she knew he would do everything in his power to keep her at his side. And of course, she would do the same. Ultimately, it was rare for two people in their professions to ever find something like what they shared. Neither was going to give it up for anything.

-S-A-P-H-I-R-A-

It had been four days since their escape and she had to be honest, waiting was not something she did well. She was impatient. It had always been a flaw she never cared to work on. Now, as she paced ceaselessly around their camp, she wished she'd put in more effort to control it. Firnen was sitting, his back against a tree as he watched her with a knowing smile on his face. He waited ten minutes before patting the space beside him.

"Enough, Saphira."

It was a gently spoken, not meant to be a command. She slowed to a stop and sighed, shoving her hands in her pockets.

"How long must we wait here in this stupid forest?"

Murtagh, who was sitting on a broken log, his eyes steadily gazing at the fire, chuckled and glanced at Thorn and then her.

"As long as 'Our Lady' Nasuada decides. Apparently we are simple peasants under her command."

Saphira frowned at him. At the moment the now-leader of the Varden was at her father's grave. They'd done that first, having dug an extremely deep hole and placed Ajihad's body there as carefully as possible. Despite the sorrow that was evident in the woman's face, Nasuada hadn't let a single tear escape her weary eyes. Still, she spent more time there than with the three of them.

"Murtagh she is the leader of the Varden now. And it's a rightfully owned position. I don't understand your eagerness to leave; or your annoyance at staying. You know she is right about keeping our heads low for at least a full week."

The man finally let his eyes wander from the fire.

"I'm sorry. It's just hard. . . I hate camping."

Nasuada entered their clearing then, her eyes filled with a look that made Saphira believe she'd heard most of the recent conversation. The woman sat beside Murtagh.

"And why is that? It seems like a manly enough activity."

The dark-haired agent shifted uncomfortably.

"I feel like you should know."

Nasuada's hard eyes softened.

"I don't think that story was in the file."

He chuckled bitterly.

"It's good to know my life had order in Elva's hands, even if it was fallen apart in my own."

Firnen narrowed his eyes, still extremely curious. She wanted to warn him against his next question, knowing that he had no clue what kind of story would come of it.

"What happened?"

Murtagh's eyes flashed to his, obviously annoyed, but he noticed Firnen's ignorance and relaxed.

"Well, long story short, in order to 'train' me properly in the art of survival, my father, having taught me the basics of first aid and given me knowledge of the forest, gave me a little two inch slice in my shoulder, and left me to fend for myself. It was a grand old time."

Saphira felt a stab of sympathy for the man and Firnen seemed appalled, although now morbid interest was in his eyes. Still, he was not the one to ask the next question. Nasuada was observing Murtagh with a guarded expression.

"How did you fare?"

Murtagh raised a brow.

"Are you honestly asking for the whole story? It's not a kind one."

Nasuada nodded and Firnen did so as well. Saphira found her own attention focused now. Giving a shrug, he continued.

"Alright. Well, basically, as I was only ten, I sat and cried for a few minutes. I remember still today. The weather was a harsh cold and the wind blew aggressively without stop. After I gained my composure, I put pressure on my wound and tore off a piece of the shirt I wore to wrap it around. Of course I was shaking and the bandage was hardly adequate. Still, I was freezing and my first thought was to get to shelter. It took me an hour to find a patch of trees that had grown into each other, forming a block to the breeze. I sat there and against my better judgement, fell asleep.

"I woke up with a burning in my arm and a realization that blood had soaked my shirt all the way through. So, despite it now being dark, I foolishly risked the night in order to find Burdock or some kind of herb to aid in keeping infection out. Not only did I fail at locating anything helpful, but I also got lost and couldn't find my way back to the place I'd slept. So basically, I was stuck, frozen and tired, out in the open. I think there were several times that night that my ten-year-old self had accepted death. I grew numb after an hour and sat with my back against a tree until the rays of the sun broke through the trees."

Saphira couldn't help but interrupt.

"I've only read some of the things you've shared, but you're father couldn't be so cruel as to leave you for more than a day, right? It's so wrong."

The man met her eyes and she saw a darkness in them that was consuming. A hate so deeply rooted that there was little doubt in her mind that, if Morzan was still alive, he would be the first to kill him. The wind picked up around them and she saw Murtagh shiver, mostly from remembering and not actually from the cold.

"Saphira, Morzan was a sociopath. I was hardly six when I saw my first man killed in front of me. I escaped at fifteen and you can see where that got me. Brainwashed and almost as evil as him. I wouldn't underestimate his devilry."

She nodded.

"I'm sorry. Please continue."

He did.

"So when I found myself alive and well that next day, I looked around and was relieved and slightly dismayed as I saw a whole patch of Burdock just nestled by me. I'd been next to it all night and never noticed. Doing what I thought necessary, I ate it raw and almost threw it up. Still, it gave me the courage to move on. The next month I spent out there, hoping Morzan would return for me every single day. After a time though, I began to believe he'd abandoned me. My despair was. . . well, long-lived. I'd gathered a good collection of food in the way of wild mushrooms and berries by then.

"But it was poor sustenance for a growing boy and I was becoming scrawny and gaunt. After a month I lost track of the days and just tried to keep myself from starving. There was a river near me that I drank from but getting to it was always a risk. It was down a cliffside and no easy path was available. Basically, I had to scale a bloody mountain every time I got thirsty. I fell numerous times, breaking ribs on two of those accounts and on another I twisted my ankle. In a way, I guess his disgusting vileness made me stronger. Still, it was the seed of my hatred for the man who'd raised me."

He was silent for a moment, his eyes downcast and glazed over as if remembering. Nasuada spoke softly.

"You don't have to finish."

He looked at her as if perplexed.

"Have you not realized? I am obviously my father's son. I feel nothing anymore." He was joking but it was in bad taste. Even he knew so. He shook his head. "No, I finish what I start. Skipping another two months of angry weather and idiocy on my part, we come to the most defining moment of my entire life until recently. I had just stumbled upon a patch of wild black berry when the breaking of a limb behind me sent he whipping around. Sure enough, behind me stood a bobcat. It wasn't that big mind you, but to a child. . . well, it was a monster. It leapt on me and I turned to run, feeling a burning tear down my back in three places. The claw ripped out skin and muscle alike, sending me to the dirt ground with a agonized shout. I rolled to find the animal over me, prepared for a meal, when a bullet whizzed through it's stupid skull.

"It was all a blur from there. In the span of two minutes almost twenty men had surrounded me and then my father came over, his eyes disappointed and disgusted. He just looked at me and said, "You turn and run?" I, forgetting the past months of torture I'd just gone through, fell to tears and reached for him only to have my hand slapped away.

"He'd simply shook his head and waved me off, telling his men to patch me up and bring me to the car. I'd been so confused and hurt then. I'm glad I figured out who he was sooner rather than later though. That was the last time I ever went to him for help. But it wasn't the last time I was sent out into the forest alone and with nothing. I learned later he'd even put the cat in, half-starved so it would attack."

Murtagh shook his head, a wry grin on his lips. "It was the best training I could've asked for. Too bad it was used to kill innocents for so long."

Nasuada was very still as she took in the man who'd gone through so much.

"I'm sorry."

Saphira noticed a mysterious glint in Murtagh's eyes as he smiled and responded.

"Don't be."

Thorn shifted uncomfortably.

"You never did tell me why you didn't use traps. You knew how to use them, yeah?"

Murtagh nodded, his cheeks slightly reddening.

"If you must know, I didn't want to kill anything. I had no blood on my hands at that time." He ran his hand through his slightly longer, dark-brown hair. "No more of this talk. Somebody please share an less depressing story now. How about how you all met my brother? What was he like before joining the Varden? I've heard stories. . . ."

Saphira laughed slightly, thinking back.

"I'm glad we have some time. This will be a rather long explanation of a very broken man."

-R-O-R-A-N-

He wanted to pound his fist repeatedly into the brick beside him. Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. No evidence could be amassed from such a pile ash. He stormed out of the building, walking downhill and past a waterfall to his right. They'd been at this for three days and not a single person had found anything useful. Whoever did this sure knew how to cover their tracks. It made him even more sure that it was Arya and her people. He shoved through underbrush, heading for the stream he'd assumed would gather under the fall. He needed refreshment and he honestly couldn't be near any of his people right now. Not even Katrina.

It was like they were patronizing him. They had wanted to leave a day before and he'd told them to go. A few had returned back but others, his close friends, had stayed to help the search. Now, as he almost tripped over a rick, he wished he'd just left with them. He heard the sound of rushing water and followed it, only to stop short at the sight before him. There was a partially intact, massive door that covered the entrance to some room below the rest. He hadn't seen any lower levels when he'd searched up above with the others. Not bothering to get the others, he plowed forward, sprinting to it and looking over a broken section.

Inside was complete darkness, much like the rest of the levels had been. Quickly, he pulled out his flashlight and flipped it on, it's beam barely piercing the blackness. He glanced back towards the crest of the hill, knowing that if he went and told anyone, safety measure would have to be taken. He was definitely not allowing another day to be wasted as they trudged through and possibly wrecked any evidence he might find. So, against what most would consider common sense, he stepped onto the broken door and jumped inside.

His feet made a dull slap as they hit concrete below, making him wonder exactly what this room had been used for, Moving forward, his beam caught a massive shape that seemed bent and melted beyond recognition. But, as he neared it, he saw the definite body, if a bit warped, of a car. This had been the garage. Excitement shot through him despite his best efforts not to get his hopes up. There was no telling if anything might be found. Still, this area seemed to have more intact pieces than anywhere else. It would make sense if the explosives here weren't as powerful, especially since the only thing needed to be burned from the vehicles was any fingerprints and any identifiers. He assumed those had been taken care of nicely. Still, he could always find something.

Roran trudged slowly and meticulously through the wreckage, his light flashing over heaps of metal and melted plastic. It wasn't until he reached a twisted metal form and a pool of semi-melted plastic that he realized he'd found a helmet rack. He studied the burnt and destroyed gear, noticing that not all of the colors were gone from them. He took picture after picture of the things, only moving on when he had convinced himself that he'd gotten everything. With that he turned and continued his hunt. Soot was coating his feet as he moved and he could taste it on his tongue and nose as he breathed. He stooped under a low hanging piece of the destroyed wall, only to step on something that broke under his foot.

He glanced down, shining his light on a piece of dirty silver plastic. There was shabby black leather hardly clinging to it and his realization was instant. Motorcycle. It was a piece of a frame. An idea formed rapidly in his mind as he searched for any defining factors. Of course, besides the color, there was none. Still, this would be enough. Wrapping the cracked piece in his jacket, he made his way slowly to the exit. Sprinting to the top of the hill where others were gathered, he waved his hand.

"Down here! There's another section we haven't gone through!"

Several of them headed his direction, a lot of the firefighters leading the way. He trailed back down, slipping a couple times in his haste to get there. He feigned excitement, wanting to keep the fact he'd already gone in a secret. The area was hidden rather well, buried behind the curve of the land. Any sounds, when this base had been active, would be blocked out by the stream and water fall. Over the next ten minutes, the emergency crews around him set up a perimeter and made sure nobody went in. He feigned annoyance, even got into a shouting match with the chief, before Katrina came over and grabbed his arm. She led him away from the others, deeper into the woods by the running water.

"Roran calm down!"

He immediately dropped his facade, grinning boyishly at her as he unwrapped the jacket. Katrina took in the object before understanding dawned on her face. She slugged his arm.

"You went in! Without proper back up? What if you had hurt yourself?"

He knew she wasn't as mad as she was sounding and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Katrina do you know what this is?"

Her annoyed eyes filled with curiosity.

"No."

He chuckled, thumbing his finger along the silver.

"It's a piece of a motorbike. We can search the street cameras for the past month, even longer, to find it!"

She seemed doubtful.

"Roran you know this is a long shot. A lot of bikes go through here."

He nodded, turning it over in his hands.

"I know but it's something. And there's bound to be more scraps in there to find. I'll let them do their thing and light up the place. Then I'm gathering every single piece of bike in there and I'm searching those cameras."

Katrina smiled slightly, shaking her head.

"Alright, lets start this."

He hugged her tightly, spinning her and then setting her back on her feet. They finally had something. He wasn't completely without hope of finding Eragon now. A seed of hope began to spread through his chest, something he hadn't felt in quite some time. As they headed back for their car, he began to plan what he would say to him. He'd been cruel, that much was obvious, and now he could set things right.

-E-R-A-G-O-N-

He saddled up his horse, Arya watching the entire time and correcting him as he made plenty of mistakes. 'Loop there, cinch it tighter, etc, etc.' It took him ten minutes to get it right and by then Titan was moving side to side with impatience. Eragon stepped back, holding his hand out in presentation.

"Wala."

Arya inspected it, tugging at places and fixing others. Soon she turned to him with a smirk.

"Not too shabby. Let's go."

He pulled himself up onto the horses back, this time avoiding kicking Cinder, and settled into the saddle. Arya moved forward, her lithe body in tune with her stallion to the point that they seemed like one moving piece. He followed after her, bumbling along behind. They'd woken up about six that morning and had done their jobs until around five before the day was called. He'd only just gotten to the house, sweating and smelling like horse piss, when Arya'd snatched his hand and pulled him towards the barn. He'd of course grumbled, but in reality, he was happy she wanted him to learn this. It was part of who she was and she was sharing that with him.

They rode along at a walk in a peaceful silence, the sun shining down on their faces and the breeze cooling it's effect. He glanced over at her and saw that her eyes were closed, her face tilted to the sky, and her body loose and free. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to remain here forever. To never go back to the Varden, to make them believe they were dead or captured. Of course that was selfish and she would never go for it. He wouldn't either. Still. . . . Suddenly her eyes slid open and she glanced over at him, a small smiled on her perfect face.

"Why are you staring."

The words left his lips before he could stop them.

"I don't want to leave."

The relaxation left her body and a weariness settled on her shoulders that made him want to smack himself. She sighed.

"I don't either. But you know that we must."

He nodded.

"Yes." Now the silence held a heavy weight and it pressed on his chest without sympathy. He sighed, moving Cinder closer to Arya and bringing up the information he'd learned of the night before. "We have to leave Thursday night or Friday morning by the latest."

She looked at him.

"Why?"

"They bring people in to see the horses. Potential buyers and whatnot. We can't risk being seen by them."

Arya's face fell, her unhappiness with the idea openly shared with him.

"Then we leave tomorrow night. Always move at dark."

He sighed tiredly, his own dislike of the idea showing.

"Then it's settled. What of the route? How do we get to DuWel—"

She cut him off.

"Can we not speak of this now?"

He nodded slowly, watching her clouded green eyes.

"Of course, Arya. What do you wish to do?"

She gave a ghost of a grin.

"Just ride."

With that she urged her horse into a canter, something he followed with a bit more hesitation. They rode for hours, exchanging between walking, trotting, and cantering as the horses, and his legs, needed a rest. They reached the edge of Gabriel's property a third and final time before heading back to the house. The stress that had been obvious in her body after he'd brought up their leaving had finally slipped away. He was exhausted, his legs battered and sore, but he could easily ignore it as long as she was enjoying herself. When they'd come within sight of the lights she grinned at him.

"I trust that you've had enough practice now. Care to race?"

He scoffed.

"Arya, you weigh like, a hundred pounds and you're on a horse that is probably the most powerful of any at the farm. There's no way in hell I'd win."

She chuckled, her body giving away what she was about to do.

"I know."

With that she took off, Titan surging forward and his hooves pounding away at the dirt path. Not one to give up without a fight, Eragon pressed his heels into Cinder's sides and she followed, surprisingly quick, right at Arya's heels. As he'd predicted, Arya and Titan beat them by about forty yards. She was already dismounted and beginning to unclench the saddle on Titan's back. He slowed to a stop beside her, breathing heavily from holding on and trying to stay in synch with Cinder. Arya smirked at him.

"Not bad."

He shook his head, following her lead.

"As soon as these horses are away I'm going to get you."

She laughed at his threat.

"As if you could."

And there was the challenge. The next fifteen minutes were a tense battle of speed and quick glances at the other. Both grinning, both preparing. Arya finished first, setting the saddle and gear back in its place as he still struggled to release it. She brushed the sweat off of Titan's body as she watched him, amusement written plainly on her features. He paused his actions after a few minutes with no success.

"Truce for a moment? I think I need help."

She watched him warily, setting down the brush and closing Titan's gate.

"If you break the truce I will make you find your own way out of here."

He stepped to the side, giving her space to work.

"I will not even touch you."

He found that that promise was harder to keep than expected. A light sheen of sweat was covering her body making her skin shine. He wanted to kiss her neck, her lips, her jaw. His fingers itched to touch her. When she finished, she picked the saddle off of the mare and held it between them.

"I'll take this to the rack, you brush her down. Yeah?"

He nodded, seeing the saddle as an obstacle to destroy now. She noticed his eyes and frowned knowingly.

"I can read you like a book Eragon. Brush her down and make sure she's clean."

He bowed, eyes never leaving her own.

"Of course, m'lady."

Rolling her eyes, Arya made her way out of the stall. Her distance lessened his tension slightly, but most of him still wanted to chase after her. He thoroughly cleaned Cinder's coat, keeping his focus on the job. When he came to the end, he slowly set down his brush and looked outside. He felt stupid immediately. Arya was nowhere to be seen, Titan nicely closed away in his pin.

"Oh no you don't."

He patted Cinder's side, telling her farewell.

"She thinks she can just run away. Just like that."

He closed the door behind him and started walking out of the barn. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he knew without a doubt that she hadn't actually left.

"Arya. Come out come out wherever you are."

He heard a chuckle above him and looked towards the sky to find that she had climbed on top of the barn. He laughed.

"Really? That is highly unfair. I can hardly move my arms."

Her silhouette shrugged.

"Guess I win."

"Oh hell no. You still have to come down. I can wait."

She responded with a haughty air.

"You think you have more patience than me?"

He definitely did not. He wanted her immediately.

"Of course."

Arya said nothing to that, only dropped to a sitting position and dangled her feet off of the roof.

"Alright then."

He lasted about two minutes in painful silence before swearing and looking for an easy path that wouldn't put too much strain on his sore body. Seeing nothing, he sighed and began the rough climb to the slanted roof. He locked his foot in place in a fault in the wood, reaching for a ridge to grasp onto. This was easier for Arya. She was light as a feather and quick as lightening. He should've just waited for her at the bottom but her easy smile and challenging eyes had been all it took to persuade him. Reaching the top, he hauled himself up and pushed to his feet, careful to keep his balance.

He saw that she still hadn't moved from her previous perch and made his way slowly to her. Instead of darting away like he half-believed she would, she simply remained sitting, her back to him. The weariness he'd seen before was returning and her shoulders were more slouched. He settled beside her, not letting any space rest between them. Her hand slid immediately into his own, linking their fingers. He didn't know if she did it for him or for herself, either way he was pleased.

"So for our escape?"

A sigh escaped her perfect lips.

"And we are back to this so soon. Must you bring my mind to this?"

He chuckled, wrapping his free arm around her strong shoulders.

"I'm surprised that I'm more focused on it than you. I'm usually one to procrastinate."

She was silent for over five minutes, her eyes watching the wind blow through the grass. He remained still, waiting. When she finally spoke she removed her hand from his, her voice businesslike.

"I have a stash of money and weapons twenty-five miles from here. Next to it is a tourist helicopter. You can pay for extra gas that if we make them use all of one-way, will get us out of the state. From there—"

"Wait you already have all this set up?"

She looked over to him.

"It's the sign of a good agent to have a back-up plan."

She seemed more distant at the moment, something he hated.

"Arya I didn't mean to offend you."

"How would you have offended me, Eragon?"

He frowned.

"By saying you were unfocused."

She simply chuckled, her laugh humorless.

"That wasn't offensive. You just stated the truth. It is time that I became myself again." He tensed at her words, wanting anything but that. She noticed as he was pressed to her side, and turned to face him. Her hand slid tenderly onto his cheek, making him face her. When she spoke there was a fierceness there that he didn't know what to do with. "Not with you, Eragon. I simply mean that I must become the agent, not the girl who works with horses. I am not falling back into that empty shell that I was."

He slowly relaxed, leaning forward to kiss her softly.

"I'm sorry I assumed so much."

"Think nothing of it. Now, from there we can get a car and drive towards the water. There's a lot of dockyards and escape routes that we can get to. We can decide in the car. Now, since we have a plan, no more speaking on it tonight."

He nodded, taking her hand once more and looking out at the stars.

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maro678: Thank you! ;) No sad ending? I'll see what I can do.

John D. Malcolm: Thanks! Don't give up on the game! Just join me and EDS for at least one!

Joda-Eragonsson: Thank you :D These are my favorite types of reviews! Like, you give me confidence in the fact that I'm accomplishing what I set out to. Their relationship is something I focus on specifically. Idk how that happens either but I think it's because we're twins separated at birth. Haha I'm pleased you can see it so vividly. I just felt like it'd been used too many times. Arya should say it first and it shouldn't be in a gentle way. How would I go about putting it to PDF where everyone could download it? I am flattered though :D I would definitely want to fix some things before making it all permanent though. Thanks again!

A Dark Noon: It's totes all good bro. And yeah they need some adrenaline pumping through their veins! Ouch, the burn is real. I'm just saying. You two seem awfully cozy. Many people try and escape my talons but once they've been closed there is only death. Haha if left to your own devices you will begin to swim in the acid pandas. I see your point about her story, it's very good, although destroying my ego to prove it seems a tad harsh lmao ;) Ew Jester dont buy all of them. The last one was bleh. And idk, I feel like I know the white coat reference but maybe not. It wasn't Hiatus! You blaspheme! yeah jeez, making me actually put forth an effort into our conversation. It's repulsive.

Struggling Against the Bonds: Yeah I figured :) Thanks! And it is Tennent.

mr rophone: Thanks a million! And the crap will hit the fan next chapter. That I promise. And I got some down time after my internet went out for a week and got back into the story.

Elemental Dragon Slayer: Lol go hug your mom (I actually really liked her btw. Don't be embarrassed). And yes that was to embarrass you in front of the world! But you've seen my family so you can dish it back. I AM NOT ASHAMED. Of course you have to say it's cliche. Couldn't just ignore it like everyone else you useless potato.

TheLoneVoyager: I see, I see. And while I agree to some, I also disagree. They've been through a lot. Some of those stages passed outside of their actual relationship. Although I don't think over dependence is something I've ever struggled with. Then again, I am emotionless and empty like a robot tiger :D

The Hero of the Dark: Thank you! Why do you need to apologize!? You have nothing to apologize for lol. Thanks :) And I do enjoy a monster movie. I don't think I've seen any of the Godzilla movies though honestly.

Retse: :)

TheeRoyalEster: Psssst, look what I did to your name. Seems that I forgot the J. . . Whoops *Grins Manically.* Lol don't die yet! You must make your own fluff with Nark! I think mine would just have to be bad ass and blonde. So basically I'd have to live in a movie to be a lesbian. I went to baby pandas and then my second personality, the evil one, was like, '*gasp* what a weakling you are. Baby Pandas!? Baby Pandas!? No! ACID IS THE ONLY WAY.' So basically my split personality poured happiness and pain on him. *Sniffle*. . . but. . . everyone likes me :( Yeah watch them again. But you are an Easter Bunny! You don't get Miss Ester. Nark, stop being nice to her. *Sigh happily* It's like you're living your romance out on the screens of Fanfiction. She can't handle you compliments and he will never stop giving them. . . . I'm going to write a fan fiction about you two. . . hehehehehe. Yeah don't be polite. I don't do well with polite. Ewww politeness is the bane of humanity. That would be amazing if they ran off on horseback. So unrealistic but so BA. NO EASTER BUNNY. DO NOT ADD A NUMBER. I LIKE YOUR NAME AS IS.

Walter Peterson: Thank you! There will always be romance my friend. I cannot live without it.

Renaissancebooklover108: Hehe exactly! :D

Gossip goat: Thank you! Haha they will be rocking it in the fights. And can you get gossip goat or is it already taken? Because that name is amazing.

Guest: Thanks! I will definitely let you know :D There will be many BA scenes coming up.

timkaylor885: lol I like your one word reviews. They leave me confused and thrilled all at once.

linksaysmegusta: It's ok! And Liam shot me a couple times but I was able to pull through. Barely. It was a rough go of it and I didn't even have marshmallows :(

strawhatmikans: Hehe thank you! :D And Everybody is dying! My story kills! I am going to prison now ;)