Warnings: Uh, fluff, dirty dreams, and deep character thoughts. Also, may want to re-read the story on account of this chapter taking forever ^-^-

Edited 4/07/16

Chapter 7
Reluctance

"I don't think you can keep someone you truly love at arm's length on purpose; they'll always end up in your arms." ~Holly Nichole Miller

Phantom flew through the skies towards Fenton Works, spectral tail trailing lazily behind him as he drifted between thermals. The sleeping human in his arms mumbled something, and the ghost tightened his hold, hugging his other self more securely to his chest.

Rain hissed as it struck the buildings below them, and even though Phantom knew Fenton couldn't feel the drops passing through his intangible body, the human turned his face into Phantom's shoulder, much as he had when they were ascending into the clouds. His hot breaths warmed the ghost's collarbone, the slow exhales at odds with the violent downpour surrounding them. A soft smile stretched the corner of Phantom's lips and he slowed his headlong pace, prolonging the moment where his human half remained peaceful in his arms and an almost calm haven stretched out between them.

A low rumble boomed along the clouds and jerked the ghost out of his thoughts. Phantom shook his head like he was trying to shoo away flies and then forced himself to fly faster. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, twisted by confusion. The sooner he could escape his other half's presence, the sooner he could think straight.

Moments later, Fenton Work's blazing sign cut through the veil of rain, casting a neon green light on the water droplets raining passed the letters.

The ghost bent his head forward and whispered into Fenton's ear, "Almost there."

The human didn't respond, blissfully unaware of everything except the gentle thrumming of Phantom's core, but the sky gave a second disembodied rumble and Phantom put on another burst of speed. He slipped through the solid bedroom wall, but as soon as they entered the secure shelter, he grimaced, deafened by the rain pelting the window and roof like pebbles thrown from the sky. Fenton groaned and buried his face deeper in Phantom's shoulder. The ghost shook his head, suppressing whatever warm feelings flooded to the surface.

The green-eyed teen floated over to their bed and settled the human's lower half on the mattress. He set his own knee on the bed for balance and then lowered Fenton's head and shoulders onto the pillow, taking a moment to inhale before he sat up again, sliding his arm out from beneath the other teenager, his fingers brushing along the boy's neck.

He stared at Fenton's chest, watching as it rose and fell with each breath the human took, and then lifted his gaze to the other boy's face. Two blue eyes blinked up at him, and Phantom froze, feeling like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Fenton's lips parted and formed Phantom's name, the soft word lost amidst the rain's angry assault against the house.

The ghost half of Danny glanced at the Fenton Ghost Catcher glowing faintly in the middle of the room like a dying glow stick, before he returned his gaze to the half-lidded blue eyes staring hazily up at him. He swallowed.

"Go back to sleep."

The boy's features twisted slightly, stubbornly defiant even while half-asleep, and Phantom failed to resist smiling. The ghost hesitated a moment before he traced a few fingers along Fenton's forehead, brushing black strands away from his brow. The human's eyelids lowered until only a sliver of blue irises were visible beneath his lashes.

"You deserve a long rest after today, Fenton."

At his words, Fenton forced his eyes to open again. "You do too."

Phantom's lips quirked further. "Ghosts have no need for sleep."

"Doesn't mean you can't rest," he mumbled, and before the ghost could respond, he shifted a few inches away from Phantom until there was enough room for his other half to lie beside him. Fenton turned onto his left side, one half of his face buried in the pillow and his hair strewn across the white cotton beneath his head like a crown made of silk. A corner of his lips lifted in a drowsy smile, a single sky blue eye staring hazily up at the ghost.

Likely the awkward boy hadn't meant his friendly expression to be so alluring and wouldn't appreciate the ghost encouraging such thoughts once they remerged, but while it existed and they were separate, Phantom couldn't resist the surge of attraction that twisted his gut or the way it drew him towards his other half like a magnet. He hesitated only a moment before he laid his cheek on the opposing side of the pillow and stretched his body along the mattress, mirroring Fenton's position so their knees bumped against one another.

Green eyes shone brighter as Phantom smiled at his human half, their faces less than a few inches apart. "Thank you."

The blue-eyed teenager hummed and slid an arm under his half of the pillow. "Your bed too," he mumbled.

Phantom opened his mouth to respond that it wasn't just that he was willing to share the bed or even that he was considerate of Phantom's own mental exhaustion despite all that he had put him through, but instead the ghost pressed his lips together in a slight smile. Fenton's eyes were barely focused, but he mirrored the ghost's expression without seeming aware of it.

A few minutes passed with Phantom staring at him, watching as Fenton's eyes grew heavier and less aware. Soon the human's breathing evened out and Fenton's jaw muscles grew slack, his lips parting. His gentle breaths breezed over the slick skin and carried across to Phantom's mouth, the heated air brushing the ghost's own lips like a lover's caress. The thought brought a small blush to the white-haired teen's cheeks.

Phantom cleared his throat. "Perhaps we should merge back now, after all."

Fenton moaned. "Tired," he slurred and snuggled his face deeper into the pillow, eyes finally closing. "'Morrow…"

Phantom bit his lip. And in the meantime, he had to resist any…lustful thoughts about his other half while the boy slept beside him.

A small task, one would think. Half the attraction Phantom held for Fenton dealt with the awkward teen's quirks. Traits that were, thankfully, hidden whilst he slept. With Fenton asleep, no sense of accomplishment would overcome Phantom when the skittish boy relaxed into his touch, nor would a rush of excitement course through his veins when Fenton did or said something unexpected. Phantom touched two fingers to his healed lips. Doubtless, the human was still capable of surprising him even in his sleep, but the ghost couldn't find it in himself to resent that.

Fenton put so much emotion into every move and gesture. There was an almost subtle grace to his movements, too, but only when he was comfortable and only when baggy clothes didn't hide the way his muscles rippled when he moved… He was quite adorable, in an odd way, but hardly unique. Phantom probably did the same, in a polished…meticulous way…

Fenton had a raw grace. Emotion personified and unrefined, a breath of fresh air against Phantom's deliberate and carefully executed words and actions. Fenton fascinated—

The ghost pursed his lips. He was, in essence, admiring the other half of his personality. Likely it was only because he could touch and observe his baser self that he now realized how fascinating such traits were…On the bright side, once they remerged, these attractions would be shared. Divided and beat into submission, if only by Fenton's pragmatic side, but still there. Perhaps Fenton's half of Danny would gain a better appreciation for himself instead of criticizing every flaw he saw in the mirror. But…

Phantom sighed and turned onto his back. He had to edge closer to Fenton to keep from falling off the bed, of course, but he ignored the warmth radiating along his right side in favor of staring at the glowing stars on their ceiling.

This would be his last night apart from Fenton. Once they remerged in the morning, they likely would never separate again, and if by some miracle their full self wasn't completely frightened by all they had thought and done, and was willing to separate once more, there was no guarantee Phantom's personality and Fenton's duel personality would appear and be free to interact again.

In a way, their rejoining would be their death as he and Fenton would cease to exist, lost to the true Danny's personality.

Phantom bit his bottom lip and looked at Fenton, but the human's peaceful expression only made his chest tighten further. Before he could stop himself, the ghost reached over and brushed his knuckles along Fenton's cheek. The boy's eyes fluttered, but it seemed forcing them open again exceeded his abilities.

Smiling, Phantom slid his fingertips along Fenton's jaw and stroked his thumb over the boy's cheekbone, marveling at how similar they were and yet how unfamiliar his other half felt to him at this moment. He could touch this boy, hear his independent breaths and feel the other teenager's soft skin glide beneath his fingers, the human's natural heat seeping through Phantom's glove and caressing his own skin in turn. He knew trapped behind closed eyes was a mind far different from his own, one that saw events differently and reacted to them in ways Phantom didn't understand. One that used to be a part of his but now felt alien to him.

His fingers curled beneath Fenton's jaw and journeyed back to his chin, lifting his head slightly.

The line between their separate halves was clear, not blurred, but it would lose focus and eventually fade into nonexistence come morning.

Phantom lowered his eyelids and brushed his thumb over the human's parted bottom lip, the soft pressure drawing it further away from the upper and creating a wider gap between the two. The dim light cast from Phantom's eyes intensified, and he caressed his other's lips again, unaware he was drawing closer until his forehead connected with Fenton's. He felt the human's heated exhales on his lips once more, unconsciously parting his own and allowing their breaths to mingle on his tongue. Green eyes closed, ignoring everything but the rain's drumming against the roof and the familiar feel of Fenton's lips on his.

The human mumbled something against his lips, and Phantom forced his eyes open, drawing back in surprise. Fenton was still asleep, but the ghost frowned and pulled his hand back, curling it into a fist so his fingers wouldn't try to touch the other boy again. With a groan he rolled onto his other side, turning his back on Fenton. This was ridiculous. He had better control than that. He took a deep breath and focused his thoughts on Valerie.

Kissing Fenton was oddly fun, yes, Phantom had gained a strange attraction for someone who was essentially his twin as a result, yes, but physical appeals were no more than sparks. The attraction he felt for Fenton—the other half of himself—may shine bright for a brief moment, but it would eventually fade. Tomorrow, even. When they remerged…died…For now, he just had to endure this oddity until the sun rose.

Phantom suppressed a chuckle in his throat. Oddity indeed. He was attracted to the face, the body he had grown up with all his life. How crazy was he…He just…he needed to stop thinking about this.

The ghost shut his eyes and conjured Valerie's image, envisioning her in the bed beside him instead of Fenton. Her lips curled in a gentle smile, her lush hair all around them. A wild beauty tamed by sleep, and Phantom felt himself relax, his own lips forming a peaceful smile.

A few minutes passed with him daydreaming about his girlfriend, his mind finally sinking into a calming rhythm, but then heat along his back made his spine curve and push closer to the source, the cold teenager unconsciously seeking the almost uncomfortable warmth. His back met Fenton's hand, but Phantom didn't pay any attention to it. Not until the hand lifted over his body and a warm arm draped itself over his waist, pulling him to the heat source.

Phantom started. Fenton's nose pressed into the space behind his ear, humid breaths released from his mouth caressing Phantom's cold neck, and the ghost fisted the blanket beneath them, resisting his body's reaction. He could tell by Fenton's irregular breaths that the human was deep asleep, caught within the confines of a dream and not actually doing this on purpose, but…

Humans didn't normally seek out cold things while sleeping. Fenton should be shying away from him. Unless…

The human muttered a disjointed version of Phantom's name in his ear, and the ghost bit his lip, his suspicion confirmed.

A blush colored Phantom's cheeks and ears. As a teenage boy himself, he knew not to take the dream seriously and that Fenton was likely only dreaming about him now because his icy aura had affected his subconscious (he was the only cold being Fenton came into regular contact with, after all), but that didn't stop Phantom's mind from wondering down a direction it shouldn't.

As if the ghost's thoughts needed more convincing, Fenton nestled his face against Phantom's neck and shifted into a more comfortable position, his chest pressed along Phantom's spine. A gentle rhythm thudded just under his left shoulder blade, and the green-eyed boy squirmed, groaning.

Cuddling hardly warranted worse discomfort than their make-out sessions—moments that Phantom himself instigated—but the way their bodies aligned like matching puzzle pieces, and the soothing cadence of the rain just outside their room made Phantom's core hum, a nonphysical warmth spreading along his form.

Phantom shook his head. He needed to get away from this. Away from Fenton so he could think straight.

The ghost wiggled free of the human's grasp and floated off the bed. A cold chill filled his back and side where Fenton had pressed against him, but Phantom shook his head, pushing away the sensation. The human didn't seem to notice his absence, merely snuggled against the cold blankets and pillow. Phantom chewed on his cheek, staring at him a moment before he shook his head and flew out of the bedroom, soaring into the storm.

Thunder rumbled again, and Phantom paused, now a safe distance away from the house. Sighing, he dropped his intangibility and lifted his chin, allowing the rain to drench his face. Something was wrong with him…Whatever it was, though, he just had to endure it until morning. Once they remerged, he would be free of this confusion. Once…once they both stopped existing…

Fenton's fingers threaded through Phantom's white hair and his other arm wrapped around his shoulders, the human clinging to his other half as Phantom pinned him against the windowpane. They had been discussing clouds just seconds ago, he was sure of it, but now Phantom's lips were on his throat, the ghost's hands up his shirt, and all thought about clouds had been blown aside. Phantom closed his teeth over Fenton's neck, and the blue-eyed boy groaned, arching his head back as his other half sucked harshly on the skin.

Phantom's hands closed around his hips, and then Fenton found himself lifted higher up the window. He wrapped his legs around Phantom's waist and rubbed his lower half against the ghost's stomach, moaning his twin's name as the friction made his mind fog and his body flush. He felt Phantom smirk against his throat before he released the skin and tracked a trail of light kisses up Fenton's neck to his ear. The human shivered and murmured something—a plea, maybe.

The ghost picked him up, and then Fenton found himself dropped on their bed. Fenton's legs fell from Phantom's waist, and now the ghost straddled his hips, elbows braced on either side of Fenton's head. He could feel his ghost's cold breaths against his lips and tried to wrap his arms around his neck and pull Phantom down for a kiss, but found himself incapable of even opening his eyes.

It wasn't until he felt the green-eyed teen's lips touch his that he was able lift his chin and part his lips, meeting the hesitant swipe of Phantom's tongue with his own. The ghost shifted further over him, settling on his chest, and Fenton felt his skin shiver as the other boy's aura enveloped him. Phantom pushed Fenton's head deeper into the pillow, chapped lips rubbing against one another. Fenton felt the ghost's fingers thread through his hair, massaging his scalp, and forced his heavy arms to loop around his other half's shoulders.

Unfortunately, Fenton couldn't hug him closer, but when his ghost separated long enough for them to breathe, he managed to sigh Phantom's name before the other boy resealed their lips. After a moment, Phantom removed his tongue and his lips from Fenton's again and instead pressed their cheeks together, whispering a shushing noise in his ear as his hand traveled down Fenton's stomach.

"GHOST!"

An explosion hit the wall above Fenton's headboard, plaster and green smoke blasting into the room. The boy gasped and threw himself to the side, accidentally tripping over his blankets and falling off the bed.

"Did I get him?"

Fenton lifted his head off the carpet and blinked at the doorway where Jack stood, blaster smoking around the barrel. "Dad?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep. His eyes widened a second later and he scrambled to his feet, using the bed as support. "D-dad! Wha—what are you doing?"

He eyes darted around the room, but didn't see any sign of Phantom—not that he would with their dad there. The blue-eyed teenager flushed and dropped to his knees, hiding his lower half behind the bed. He touched his fingers to his lips and blushed even harder.

As usual, Jack didn't notice. He looked at the scanner in his hand and pouted. "Darn thing must still be busted…" He shook it a little and then puffed out his chest. "Not to worry, son! Your old man'll make sure that no-good ghost kid doesn't go poking his nose in your room again!"

"A-again?" Fenton stuttered. He jerked his hand away from his mouth, telling himself to worry about his father now and his chilled lips later.

"That punk busted into my house undetected by our security system and purposefully allowed those nosey news parasites to catch him at it. No one makes a fool out of Jack Fenton!"

The boy stared, blinking slowly. After a moment, his dream-addled mind recalled a black and white photo, the funny looks his classmates had sent him, and his shoulders slumped as the tension melted away. "Oh," he said, "you meant Friday's newspaper…"

"Of course I did! Why?" Jack's eyes narrowed and scanned the room, his grip on his weapon tightening. "Has he returned? Is he spying on us? Show yourself, spook!"

"No!" Fenton cried, frantically waving his arms. "No, Dad, he's not here! Y-you must have scared him off…"

"Did I?" Jack blinked a couple times and then rested the gun's barrel on his shoulder, beaming. "I must have! The scanner's no longer picking up any ecto-readings. Ha! I bet that ghost kid flew off in a hurry the second Jack Fenton stepped into the room!"

"Y-yeah," Fenton said, forcing a smile on his lips. "So there's, uh, no reason to shoot more holes through my wall, right?"

A chunk of plaster fell on Fenton's pillow.

Jack's mouth formed an "O" before he puffed out his chest again. "A small price to pay for protecting my family from ectoplasmic scum! But, uh, your mother and I will fix this up in a jiffy, son, don't you worry! Today even! The longer you delay, the harder it is to patch holes in the wall, as your grandfather used to always say."

Fenton nodded and shifted uncomfortably.

At that moment, Jack's gaze finally landed squarely on the Ghost Catcher instead of wandering over it, and his brows furrowed over his eyes. "Heeey…what's the Fenton Ghost Catcher doing in your room again?"

"Uh…"

"You know your mother's rules. No faulty inventions allowed near you kids without our supervision."

"Uh, y-yeah. I just wanted something to, um, defend myself with. You know, in case Phan-er, the ghost kid showed up."

Jack shook his head and stuffed the scanner inside his belt. "Rules are rules, Danny, especially your mother's rules. Besides, the Catcher's not destructive enough to deter ghosts." The hunter slipped an ecto-pistol from its holster and tossed it to Fenton. His son gasped and leaned into the throw, his arms awkwardly catching the gun above his bed. "That'll show 'em not to mess with a Fenton!"

The boy's grin wavered, but his unease went unnoticed by Jack, who had begun rambling about how much more fun they'll have on a father/son ghost hunting spree than on some lame fishing trip.

Fenton grabbed the gun's handle and held the weapon over the bed away from him, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He was fairly inexperienced when it came to conventional weapons, but an ecto-gun couldn't be that different from his ghost ray. And he had to admit, he felt vulnerable without his powers. Wielding a gun until Phantom dared to return and remerge would put him more at ease.

"—tell Maddie after you're done!"

The human Danny looked up, blinking. "What?"

"We'll tell Mads about you fighting ghosts after you return the Ghost Catcher to the lab! She'll be so excited!" A tear gathered at the corner of his eye before Jack wiped it away. "Our son's finally following in his old man's footsteps…Hurry up with the Catcher, Danny! There's no time to waste!"

Before Fenton had a chance to respond, Jack charged out of the room, grinning like mad. The teen made an odd sound and scrambled to his feet to chase after his dad, but stopped after a few messy steps. His, um, physical discomforts would make running difficult, and he didn't particularly look forward to sprinting through the house with a noticeable tent in his pants.

The boy blew his hair out of his eyes and collapsed on the bed. Great. He had just allowed his dad to enlist them in ghost training. Fenton ducked his head and ran his fingers through his hair. Phantom was not going to like this… he'd probably try to play it off as no big deal, just like he did with Fenton's disastrous date with Valerie, but Fenton knew he'd just messed things up for them again. Only thing that could possibly be worse would be if Phantom…

Fenton frowned and touched his lips. Honestly, unnerving as the dream had been, it was hardly the first time he—er, they had dreamed about…that. About each other…in that way. After last Friday…well…

They had freaked out the first few times, but they were teenagers. Wet dreams happen…a lot…particularly when the teenagers in question experience their first ever make-out session and walk away from the incident with an aching discomfort between their thighs and a head full of roiling emotions. Although unnerving, that Fenton had such a dream now, after he and Phantom had spent the majority of yesterday lip-locked, didn't mean anything.

What did trouble him was how cold he had felt before—and after—his dad barged into his room. He could have sworn it was real…he remembered the pressure on his chest and remembered wrapping his too-heavy arms around another firm body, chapped lips on his and soft hair brushing his cheek and forehead…

And the Fenton Tracker had led Jack into the room. Fenton no longer had his powers, which were the only reason it appeared "broken" in the first place, so there must have been a ghost in the room with him…Phantom must have kissed him while he was sleeping…but…why?

Fenton groaned, tugged on his hair one last time, and then stood up. Thinking about it wouldn't get him anywhere, he'd just have to ask Phantom about it later…indirectly, of course, so he wouldn't look like a total idiot if he turned out to be wrong.

The teenager shuffled over to the Ghost Catcher and lifted it up by the base, balancing the pole against his shoulder. He grunted and then walked unsteadily towards his door. He would just have to wait in the basement with the Catcher until Phantom returned. Shouldn't take more than a few minutes for the ghost to brave the Fenton household again, and then Fenton could get his answers and they could remerge long before his parents finished fixing the hole in his wall.

The setting sun cast an orange glow over the park, an otherwise romantic atmosphere had Valerie not been so keen on blasting highly charged anti-ghost energy through Phantom's side.

The ghost banked around a tree to escape a volley and braced his spine along the trunk. The energy exploded against the wood, shaking the plant a little and causing Phantom's hair to whip around his face, obscuring his wide grin. Pink smoke covered the area before Phantom shot out from the cloud and into the sky, Valerie hot on his heels. He performed a complex-looking barrel roll around Valerie's next shot, laughing when she hollered something about cocky show-offs. Phantom flipped onto his back and flashed his girlfriend a charming smile, curling his fingers in a small wave. She returned the greeting with another blast from her bazooka.

Phantom yelped and dived to avoid the shot before turning invisible. Valerie stilled her sled, swore, and tried to pick up his signature with her suit's built-in scanner. Phantom reappeared behind her and landed gently on her sled, his arms crossed behind his back as he leaned in to whisper, "Would you like to talk about it?"

Valerie gasped and swung her arm at him, but the ghost had already disappeared. "What makes you think there's anything I need to talk about, least of all to a ghost?"

"You just seem angrier than usual," Phantom said, circling the angry huntress, "which means either I have done something to upset you again or someone else has. Beautiful as you are when angry, Val…" He reappeared before Valerie, his head slightly tilted. "I would much rather see you smile."

She growled and fired again, the ghost vanishing at the last second to avoid the attack. "Don't expect to see that any time soon, Phantom, because you are my problem."

"Oh, so I have somehow upset you again. What was it this time? Did I invade your dreams? Am I confusing your emotions? Have I—"

"You're haunting Danny!"

Phantom froze and his facial muscles grew slack as his invisibility slipped. "Fenton?"

Valerie's eyes landed on his location, and before he had a chance to regain his senses, she fired. Phantom gasped and banked to the side fast enough to avoid a direct hit, but the blast still struck his side, searing though the material of his hazmat and straight through to his skin. The ghost hissed and sped off in the opposite direction, one hand covering the bleeding wound.

"I haven't done anything to Fenton!" he shouted over his shoulder. He yelped as a pink ray came close enough to singe a few hairs.

"Liar! You can't fool me!"

Phantom avoided the next attack by diving straight down. He kept the steep angle, occasionally swerving around Valerie's blasts, but the huntress followed hot on his tail, shouting accusations and threats Phantom was unable to hear over the roar of the wind. They descended between two buildings—the winds buffeting Valerie slightly off course—but still Phantom continued his dive until he could hear the traffic noise. He angled his flight into a more manageable slope for Valerie's benefit so they flew just above the sidewalk.

A few pedestrians quick enough to spot them gasped and leaped out of their way, newspapers and other light items fluttering in the hunter's wake. Phantom threw a glance over his shoulder at Valerie before his gaze trailed to the bright orange disk on the horizon behind her. He flinched and then jerked his gaze away, concentrating on avoiding the obstacles presented by the busy sidewalk. A split second later he activated his intangibility and dived beneath the street.

Above ground, Valerie cursed and lifted her sled at a near vertical angle, coming to a sudden halt. A couple people shouted in surprise and jumped backwards. The huntress ignored the small crowd gathering around her and activated her ghost scanner, quickly keying into Phantom's ecto-signature. A map of the city appeared across her visor, a flashing green dot hovering beneath her location before zooming off in the opposite direction. Towards Fenton Works…towards Danny.

Valerie's lips pulled back over her teeth as she growled. She slammed her foot on her board's peddle and rocketed after the ghost, barely clearing the civilians' heads. She had to reach Danny before Phantom. If she was right, he could be in grave danger—there was no telling what damage a jealous ghost could do.

I disappointed myself so much with this chapter, urrrgh...One because I broke my personal rule about not using dreams to further romance (the plot point in the scene just didn't work as well without the dream's content though *whines*), two because there's far too much character thoughts and not enough action, three because what action there is feels choppy, and my writing style feels stale, and, and, urrrRRGh *headdesk*

There are some things I am proud of (even if I'm not as pleased about my excecution of them). I'm not sure if I should point them out as they are fairly sublte character development and plot designs, but I'm not totally beating myself up, so don't worry ;) The flaws I see are just the bits I pay more attention to. Normally I wouldn't post until I was a little more satisfied, but...I...I'm just really done with this chapter, okay, I just really don't want to look at it anymore ^-^' Bad me and all that, but damn it...

Admittedly, though, most of my frustration with posting this comes from how I've neglected my readers. How long it took me to write this scrappy chapter and how bad I am at replying to the reviewers. Oh man, just thinking about it makes me want to crawl into a hole somewhere. There are a lot of amazing people who left encouraging words that really helped me get passed this writer's block (and are why I didn't give up on this story), but I didn't take the time to respond to them...not all of them, anyway...I would like to donate the chapter (however something like that works xD) to them, but it's not the best I've written, and to be honest, you guys are the whole reason this story even exists, so I think it's better suited to say Thank You for leaving your thoughts and encouragments and that so long as you guys are still interested, I'm going to go as far as I can with this story.

So yeah, I'll just leave it there. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Thanks for sticking with me! Cross your fingers that I get the next part out before this story's birth-date, yeah? ;D

Also, new cover art firetrance. deviantart #/d5dqq9z (remove the spaces after dots)