The wait was horrible. According to the timetable, something was supposed to have happened nearly an hour ago and Nadja was still sitting on her living room couch, not a phone ring to be heard. God, the stress and anxiety and uncertainty was enough to put her in an early grave. It seemed the wait was picking up where the toppling school building had left off. Since one hadn't killed her, the other had to go and finish the job. She'd be pacing the floor now, except that wasn't exactly feasible with her broken leg and all. God, she hated being injured. She needed to get up and move so she could burn away this excess energy.

The only reason she'd gone and told Zack what she had overheard was so he'd be her inside man. He was supposed to immediately tell her everything that had happened, not sit on it and make her anxious. Of course, maybe the reason he hadn't called her was because he was dead—no, no she refused to consider that. Beth swore her vampire was right there in her, and as annoying as Zack could be, there was no way not all of Beth wasn't totally soft on her thick dilo of a cousin.

She checked her phone again for the nth time, making sure it still had service, battery, and wasn't on silent. Still nothing. She wanted to reach out to them, but she always hesitated. As much as she wanted to know what was happening, she also feared the news. What if it really was bad, like everyone thought it was going to be? What if Beth wasn't Beth anymore? It's why she was afraid to turn on the TV as well; she didn't want to accidently see some news clip that gave away the answer to all of her fears. It was like Schrodinger's cat except she really didn't want to know whether or not the cat was dead. She could easily open the box, but while the unknown was killing her, the actual answer would likely be the immediate end to her.

So she waited for news she was afraid to hear but so desperately needed to know. The clock on the mantle struck ten, a full hour after Beth was supposed to have given her soul up to the entity. The world hadn't ended, so she must have, and now she was waiting on the test results.

There was a knock at the door, startling her so much she felt her ribs jar. She winced, grabbing her crutches and carrying herself over to the door. She spent that mental time telling herself it wasn't an evil vampire Beth trying to kill her because obviously someone would have warned her if she was loose, but she still refrained from calling out "come in," even though the door was unlocked. You could never know right?

"Who is it?" she asked hesitantly, knowing that this was it. She was going to get her answer and then—

"Nadja, it's me. Can I come in already or are you going to make me stand out here forever?"

She gasped, wrenching the door open. "You couldn't have just called me?" she growled, pulling him indoors. "You have to tell me everything! Now!"

Zack stumbled over his feet a bit when she pulled him inside, with much more strength than he probably imagined an injured, short girl having. But she was running on adrenaline and about sixteen cookies, so she had all the energy she needed.

"What? No, 'hey, how are you?'" he asked, smirking.

She smacked him none too gently and he winced, rubbing his arm.

"Ow," he enunciated, walking around her and heading for the couch. He let out a sigh as he fell down on it, the picture of peace. All while Nadja was standing over him, almost hyperventilating.

"What happened? Is Beth alright? Did she go evil? Is she even a vampire? Did that stupid entity finally leave?" she asked rapid-fire, breathing heavily once she finished.

He blinked at her, then stuck a finger in his ear like it was blocked, wriggling it around. She refrained from hitting him with her crutches (only because she would be unbalanced and fall over ungracefully), settling for a good glare.

"I'm sorry, did you say something? All I heard was babbling," he said.

"Zack," she whined, hobbling over to him. "Look, I'm happy you're alright, but I've been waiting to hear about Beth and so far, nothing. No one has said anything to me, and you were supposed to be my inside man!"

He sighed again, letting his head drop to the back of the couch. "Everything's fine," he promised. "Beth's fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine."

"So wait, Beth's not evil and the world isn't going to be torn on two?" Nadja asked.

"Well the first's a matter of opinion and we always run the chance of the world being torn in two," he told her.

"Zack," she warned. "Can you please stop joking around and give me a straight answer? I've really been worried, and about you too. I didn't know if anyone was okay or if you had gotten hurt…" she trailed off in an uncharacteristically emotional moment with Zack. Her defenses were down, what could she say? The stress of it all had worn her out.

"Alright, alright," he intoned, rolling his eyes. "Like I said, everything is okay. Beth didn't lose her soul. There was…a change in plans."

"What change?" she questioned. "Did her aunt find some last-minute way to get rid of the entity?"

"Uh, no."

She scrunched up her nose, puzzled. "But you said the world wasn't going to end—at least not yet. And also that Beth was fine. Zackariah Emerson Kalder, you better not be playing around with me or I swear I'll—"

"Don't spaz out of me yet," he told her, holding up his hands in defense. "I didn't lie. Beth is fine and the world won't end—yet."

"You're not making any sense. Did Beth back out?"

"No, it's been up until now that I haven't been making any sense!" he said, standing up wildly. She took a step back, eyeing him warily.

"Did something happen in that cave?" she asked.

"Yes, something did happen," he confirmed. "I've gotten new insight. I am seeing the world so much differently than I have before, Nadja. You don't understand, I get it, but I have seen so much tonight that you can't even imagine. I've been enlightened."

"Enlightened?" she repeated, a disbelieving look on her face. "And by that you mean—"

"I see the truth," he said, gripping her firmly by her shoulders and shaking her a little. She eyed him like one would a dangerous animal, hoping he wouldn't devour her. "I get it now, Nadja, and things are going to be a lot different now that I've seen the truth."

"You sound like someone who just shot up Red Bull," she informed him. "Do I need to get you to a doctor? Was there like some inter-dimensional radiation released when you guys sent the entity home? Did it scramble your brain?"

He shook his head, letting her go and taking a step back. "I knew you wouldn't get it," he told her. "Look, I have to go. There are some things I've got to take care of."

"Zack!" she called out as he began to leave, paying her no mind. Part of her wanted him to leave because he was totally freaking her out right now, but another part of her wanted him to stay because she was concerned of what sort of "things" needed to be cared for.

"See you around, Naddie," he said, a name he hadn't called her since they were little and she'd poured warm soda over his head because she hated being called that.

Before she could even stutter out a response, her front door closed with a shuddering bang and she was left standing in her living room, utterly confused and more than a tad bit scared. Something was up with Zack; what was up, she didn't know, but there were some individuals who would.

Moving as quickly as she could, Nadja retrieved her phone, dialing the Summer's household. Somebody had some explaining to do.

-.-

Sighing, Buffy walked into the dining room where both her husband and Willow were sitting, looking anxious and worried. Willow had rushed over after a short call from Spike, impatient to hear all the details. She had gotten a lot from him while waiting for Buffy to come down, and it was sufficient to say she didn't like any of it.

"How's Beth?" Willow asked quickly, wringing her hands. She had a pretty good feeling about what Beth was feeling now, having seen Tara shot in front of her all those years ago. That had driven her evil with power; she could only imagine how it would make a slayer feel.

"Well, she's still doing a fine impression of a burrito," she told them. "I asked her if she wanted anything and she said no."

"Well, at least she's talking, right? That's good?" Willow asked, looking between Spike and Buffy.

Buffy only gave her a strained look.

"She's not going to be herself in a matter of hours," he pointed out, reaching for Buffy's hand as she sat down heavily between the two.

"I know, I know," she said in resignation. "I still can't believe what happened."

"It is surprising," Willow agreed sagely.

"Oh, he's always had a bit of a crush on her," Spike pointed out, although it sounded like a weak excuse to his own ears.

"Enough= to sacrifice his own life?" Buffy retorted. "He was a real, bonafide hero."

"You meant idiot," he corrected.

"I'm not going to bad-talk the dead, especially not someone who saved my little girl's life," she snapped. "And you shouldn't either. Beth already feels enough hurt as it is and you don't need to make it worse by saying those things about him."

"It was stupid," he insisted. "An' I myself have done a lot of stupid things in my life for the same stupid reason. Savin' the world an' all that rot, for a girl? Idiotic."

"Well it got you here, didn't it?" she asked snidely and he shot her a small smile.

"Is there going to be a funeral then? Do you think Bethie will feel up to going?" Willow inquired.

"I don't know," Buffy admitted. "There wasn't a body to bury, but that's never stopped anyone before."

"No body?" Willow asked, confused. "I thought the energy thing just wanted a soul."

"It did, but the body went bye-bye too," she explained. "Sort of…faded out of existence."

Willow frowned. "I'm not too familiar with soul sacrifices, but this seems odd. Even with the spirit leaving the body, the body shouldn't leave too. I mean, look at vampires!"

"I doubt the entity was bein' straight-forward with us," Spike pointed out. "Likely a bit he just didn' feel like tellin' us."

"But there seems to be a die-down in magical activity around, so everything worked out," Buffy reminded her. "I spoke with Maea briefly before you came and she said things looked to have calmed down, but we'll know for sure once the time period for another surge lapses."

"I don't know, something still doesn't feel right," Willow admitted. "It's like a sort of icky feeling down in my gut that tells me something's fishy. Did anything seem off about the ritual?"

"Besides Zack becoming a martyr?" Buffy asked. "Everything else went okay. What about the directions you got for the spell?"

Willow shrugged. "It was pretty standard preparation," she informed them. "It can be used for a lot of purposes. Mostly it's the words which are important. What exactly is it that she was supposed to say?"

Buffy looked a little helpless. "Latin was never my strong point," she said. "Neither was any language besides English ever my strong point really."

Spike snorted and she shot him a glare. "Was taught Latin back when I was still a ponce in school," he began. "Don't remember what it means, but the lines weresomething' like "Me spondee moment et too. Me cords, corps, et spirits es too."

Willow took a moment to try and decode was he had just told her, mumbling to herself for a moment as she wrote the words down. They sat in silence, just hearing the scratching of the pen on paper as Willow worked out her puzzle. When she finished, there was the look of dawning horror in her eyes.

"Uh, Buffy," she began weakly.

"What?" Buffy asked, growing concerned.

"Does this look like what Beth might have been told to say?" she asked, holding up the paper. There were some parts scratched out and corrections, but the final product read:

Me spondeo memet ut tui. Mea cordis, corporis, et spiritus es tua.

"Yeah, I think that's right," Buffy agreed, looking over at Spike who confirmed. "The entity told Beth to say that for the whole soul transferring."

"Buffy, that's not for soul-transferring," Willow started.

"What? But it's got the word 'spiritus' in it," she pointed out. "That's 'spirit,' isn't it? Even I know enough to know that."

"That is the word of spirit, yes, but this isn't a soul-transfer—at least not in the way you're thinking," Willow explained. "This is a possession spell. Roughly translated, it means 'I give myself to you. My mind, body, and souls are yours.' The entity wasn't trying to take Beth's soul; he wanted to control her."

There was a lengthy pause as the words sunk it. Buffy was the first to respond. "What?" she hollered, standing up violently enough to tip her chair over. "It was trying to do what?"

"Possess her," Willow reiterated. "If Beth had said those words, she would have been at its beck and call. I can only imagine why it'd want that, but it would have been disastrous. Having a slayer, let alone one that's half-vampire, do your bidding? It'd be mayhem."

"But it didn't possess her," Spike pointed out. "She never said the words. Zack did."

"I don't think Zack was trying to get himself killed in her place," she stated.

"He speaks Latin," Buffy realized. "Like you do."

Willow nodded. "Most practioners do. Andrew's only summoned demons, so his Latin's probably pretty rusty. And Beth's never bothered to learn it. Had Zack not been there, we'd be looking at a completely different scenario here."

"So Zack knew what the entity was actually trying to do and so he took her place?" Buffy theorized.

"He understood the ramifications of Beth being controlled by someone else," Willow decided. "He knew it'd be better if the entity wasn't able to do that."

"An' so he acted on instinct," Spike said. "Figured better him than her."

Willow nodded again. "He wasn't the intended victim and he knew he wouldn't be as much trouble. He opted to take her place."

"And Beth still thinks he's dead," Buffy began slowly. "We need to tell her!" She didn't even give them time to respond before she bolted upstairs towards Beth's room.

"But doesn't this mean there's a possessed Zack runnin' about?" Spike asked. "Isn't that still a problem?"

"Of course," Willow confirmed, "but it's something we can fix."

Before she could say anymore, the phone in the kitchen started to ring. Willow jumped up to get it.

"Hello?"

"Oh, Willow? It's me, Nadja. Look, I've been sitting around waiting for some news and I haven't heard anything and I want—no, I need to know what went down in that cave. Zack said Beth was alright, but—"

"Zack?" Willow repeated urgently, cutting Nadja off. "You saw Zack?"

"Uh, yes," she replied sounding unsure. "But he was acting odd. Did something happen to him?"

"Um," Willow began, looking over her shoulder at Spike who had come into the kitchen once he had heard Zack's name.

"What's goin' on?" he asked.

Covering the mouthpiece, she whispered, "Zack was at Nadja's house."

Looking alarmed, he asked, "Should I go?"

Uncovering the mouthpiece, Willow asked Nadja, "Is he still there?"

"No, he left just a short while ago," Nadja told her. "He said he had something to do. He didn't say what and he wasn't acting like himself so I'm concerned. Is Beth really okay?"

Shaking her head at Spike, Willow told her, "Beth's going to be alright. Look, if Zack comes back, don't let him in, alright? Call us immediately and we'll come over."

"Wait, what? Why?"

"There'd been a slight change in plans," she hedged.

Nadja huffed. "That's exactly what Zack said too."

"He's been possessed."

There was spluttering on the other end of the call. "What?" Nadja hissed.

"The entity—whatever it is—lied to us," Willow explained. "He tried to possess Beth, but Zack stepped in before that could happen. Right now, we don't know what he's going to try and do, since I imagine this messes up the entity's plans real bad. He didn't try to hurt you, did he?"

"No, he just sounded like some born-again religious fanatic, going on about how his eyes have been opened," Nadja told her. "Absolutely bonkers. I don't think he wanted to hurt me."

"Listen, I'm going to come over in case he's still nearby," Willow decided. "The sooner we can catch him, the better." She hung up, turning to look at Spike.

"So?" he asked.

"He left," she told him and he let out a frustrated breath, "but he couldn't have gone far. I'm going over there right now to see if I can find him. If we're lucky, he might even go home."

"An' have his parents see him like that?" he hissed. "He could be actin' absolutely mad for all we know!"

"Well, Nadja said he sounded like he found religion, so that's probably not too far off," she joked weakly. "I'll call you if we can get ahold of him."

"Call that bird of yours too," he suggested. "Might need all the help we can get."

She nodded, ducking out the door in a flash. As soon as it shut, Buffy came thundering down the stairs. She swept into the kitchen, eyes frantic.

"Oh, love," he started, "Red went to—"

Beth's gone," she blurted out.

"What?" he asked, immediately going tense.

"I looked all over the upstairs; bedroom, bathroom, our room. She must have left once I left her alone again," Buffy said.

"Bollocks," he muttered. "Zack's been spotted. He's out there on the move right now. We don' know where just yet."

"He's loose?" she hissed.

He nodded. "An' actin' strange. He came by Nadja's talking like a fanatic, before leaving, sayin' he had somewhere to be."

"So he's out there, with Beth, who doesn't know he's possessed?" Buffy asked for clarification, running a hand through her hair.

"Got it in one," Spike murmured.

"We need to move quickly then," she ordered. "Who knows what sort of damage this could do?"

"Any idea of where she could be?" Spike asked, moving toward the front door.

She shook her head. "I was hoping you might have an idea."

"S'big town," he noted. "We need more people lookin'."

"We'll let Willow handle Nadja," she decided. "Hopefully she can find Zack before things get worse. I can call Andrew, and even Daniel and Maea. If anyone can find either of them, it'll be better than nothing."

He nodded in agreement, already reeling at the possibilities of what could happen should the two meet. The night was just getting worse and worse.

-.-

It wasn't immediately apparent to Beth how she had ended up in a cemetery, though she supposed it was fitting and all. She'd left the house, unable to cope with the silence and the walls pressing in on her. She needed to go out and take a walk, but the last thing she needed was her concerned parents breathing down her neck. Didn't they know she could take care of herself? Didn't they know she needed a minute to just breathe? Obviously, they didn't, and she suspected they had been talking about her downstairs. Well, talking about her and that other thing.

I'm not sorry.

Funny statement, that. Maybe he wasn't sorry, but she sure was, seeing as she'd all but put the stamp of approval on his "heroic" act earlier today. Everyone would remember it as heroic, wouldn't they? And she'd remember it as the day her heart was swallowed whole.

Sitting down on a bench, she slumped over, resting her head between her knees as she fisted her hair. It was supposed to be her! Her! It was almost her too, except he'd stepped in and died in her place, something she was supposed to keep from happening. It seemed like today was just a series of "supposed to's." She had been ready to give her soul to save the world, save him and his home, and he hadn't let her. Why hadn't he let her?

Letting out a whine as her eyes burned—her body seemed to just have upped and stopped producing tears—she dug her feet into the ground, pushing up tufts of grass and dirt. The scene just kept playing over and over in her head and even though she tried to make it end differently—tried to make her mind's eye change the outcome—it always ended the same way. Zack always died and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She saw his face so clearly in her mind, his strong gaze penetrating her and digging out her insides, leaving her hollow.

How did anyone do this? Is this what it meant to be a slayer, to lose people because you couldn't save them all? If that was true, she wanted nothing to do with it anymore. She wanted to be normal, have a normal life, not one where she got people she loved killed. Already she couldn't bear it; the idea of having this memory sit in her head for the rest of her life left her breathless. She could not forget Zack, but how could she live with the knowledge of what she had done to him?

Why, Zack? Why'd you have to go and do something so self-sacrificing? That's my job.

"Well, don't you look like someone who just got their puppy kicked," came a drawling voice close to her. Her eyes snapped open, but she dared not move, too afraid to look up and see—or worse, not see—what her ears were telling her. Were auditory hallucinations a part of the grieving process? Was she dreaming?

She heard the rustle of grass as someone stepped closer; it was close. She could feel the presence of someone near her, someone achingly familiar. Her heart stopped and her breath caught. She had to know.

Slowly, she raised her head, breath short as she waited to see an empty graveyard, her mind only a cruel player in her pain. But then her eyes caught sight of sneakers and then legs and all the way up until she could see Zack standing a few scant feet from her, with his sticky-uppy hair and unnecessarily long arms. She blinked, her mind not processing the sight in front of her into words she could speak. Were visual hallucinations a part of the process too?

"Wow, looks worse now that I can see your face," he commented, his mouth moving with the words he was saying, confirming that the hallucination was speaking. "You don't even have a puppy though."

Standing up slowly, she kept her eyes trained on Zack. Had she really gone so far over the deep end that she was seeing things? Would President Nixon also show, maybe tap-dancing (if her mind wanted to provide a little humor to help her along)?

"Zack?" she said slowly, cautiously, unwilling to trust what she was seeing. Weirder things had happened, but her heart had already been through so much today, and it would not take anymore.

"Yes?" he drawled slowly. "You okay? I thought something was up when I woke up in that cave and everyone else was gone. You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

Still pretty sure this was emotional pain-induced hysteria, she reached out to see if she could touch him. Her eyes and ears told her he was there, but not her mind, and she felt like she was off-kilter. But when her hand met with actual person, she jerked it back, eyes wide and looking up to meet Zack's.

"Geez, for a slayer you sure are jumpy," he noted.

"Zack," she whispered hoarsely, realizing that there must be a god and that he finally liked her today because he brought her friend back! She didn't care how or why, but Zack was here and that was alright with her!

Please don't be a dream, please don't be a dream!

Feeling almost manic, Beth quickly hugged Zack, who stumbled backward a little from the force.

"You're alive!" she cried, with actual tears this time—but happy ones (guess her body had been saving those just in case). "How did you do it? Wait, never mind, I don't care!"

So caught up in her own happiness, it took her a moment to realize Zack wasn't reacting. In fact, he felt stiff in her embrace. She pulled back a little, worry overtaking her joy.

"Zack?" she asked, confused. Maybe he was hurt. He had disappeared after all; who knew where he had gone? She couldn't read the expression on his face, or, more aptly, there didn't appear to be one. She'd never seen him look so blank, so utterly devoid of life. When he finally did move, it was to push her off of him and she ungracefully stepped backward, the back of her legs hitting the seat of the bench.

"Don't touch me," he commanded, giving her a hard look.

She blinked, not sure how to respond. While Zack had never been the most receptive to her physical shows of affection (as he still didn't know what to do with his arms), he'd never pushed her and so violently too. The ground was quickly slipping out from under her again.

"Are you alright?" she asked him, keeping her space this time. "Did something happen when you were gone? I mean, you fainted and then you disappeared and-and you didn't have any signs of life when that happened, but now you're here, so what happened between now and then?"

"Everything important," he told her and the tone of his voice—his condescendingly, cruel tone—made her muscles tense. He'd never sounded like that, not even when he talked about vampires. "While I was gone—as you so aptly put it—I came to realize something. So, you're right, something did happen in that cave. The veil has been lifted from me and I'm finally seeing."

His words were sending off warning bells in her head and normally that would have put her on defense, ready to fight, but it was Zack! The boy whose presence made her heart happy! He'd come back and she couldn't picture life without him, so she stayed and waited for the other shoe to drop.

"Saw what?" she asked quietly, her eyes wary.

He laughed. "You," he told her with a crooked grin.

"What do you mean, me?"

He laughed again and it sounded even more hollower than the last. "I know exactly what you are now, Beth," he explained. "Before, I must have been blind not to see it. Though, who wouldn't be? I mean, some of the deadliest things come in the prettiest of packages. And let me tell you, you really are pretty."

"Zack, stop talking like that," she warned, her eyes narrowing as the sense of threat consumed her. Her brain wanted to scream vampire! But she had felt him earlier and he had been warm and there had been a heartbeat. Something was up, but she didn't know what. This wasn't him.

"No, because I'm finally seeing it," he retorted harshly. "And your fucking lies and tricks aren't going to fool me this time! I know exactly what you are Miss Elizabeth Summers! You're a monster."

She couldn't help it; she flinched. She'd pictured him saying exactly that two years ago when he'd found out about her vampireness. He'd told her then it didn't matter and continued to ever since. She had believed him, but now with him saying it, it was like what he had said before didn't even matter.

"You don't mean that," she stated, her voice not coming out as strong as she'd like.

He shrugged nonchalantly, smiling at her. "Say whatever you like—what's the phrase? Oh yeah, 'whatever helps you sleep at night.' Because you and I both know it's true. You're nothing but some little freak who think she's human. Bet your mummy and daddy told you that you were, didn't they? Should have locked you up in a tower like Quasimodo, that way you wouldn't have tricked me."

"I didn't trick anyone!" she insisted vehemently, trying to take back the front line. She was losing quickly, as someone she never thought would ever throw those words at her did just so, and with such precision. He had her heart, even if he didn't even know it, and now he was ripping it apart.

"Deny it all you want!" he sneered at her. "But you did! You knew, didn't you, from the moment we met that I'd be someone easy to play? Did you know? Did you?"

"No, I wasn't playing you," she told her, shaking her head wildly.

"Yes you did!" he shouted, growing angrier every time she denied his claims. "You knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that I was soft towards you; I'm a guy and you're a pretty girl, right? You always knew how I felt about you and then you used that to your advantage!"

"No, I didn't! I don't even know what you're talking about! You're my friend, Zack, and that's always been true."

"No, you knew and you dangled it in front of me because you're nothing but a cold, heartless bitch!"

Her whole body jerked back as his last words reverberated through the air. He stood there, panting, an almost malicious look in his eyes knowing that he'd struck her silent.

"Good thing the entity didn't try and take your soul; there probably wasn't anything to give," he continued once he seemed to reign in some of his anger. It still sizzled in every word, striking her with every syllable.

Unable to form words and not trusting her voice to speak, she only shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. She wanted back to when at least he still liked her, even if that was all, because at least he didn't hate her. She wanted him to be a hallucination so he would just go away. Was that what this was, some hallucination conjured up by her mind to make her pay for what she had done? She'd let him die and this is what she decided she deserved for killing him, someone she would have saved the world for.

"I was a fool, but I'm not anymore," he said. "You may have tricked me into giving my own life over for yours, but I see that now, and you won't trick me ever again."

"I never wanted you to do that," she told him, her voice cracking as she did so. "If I had known you were going to throw yourself out like that, I never would have let you come. I swear it, Zack, I swear it."

He laughed coldly. "I don't believe a word you say," he informed her scornfully. "You're not even human, so why should I ever believe anything you say? You're a thing, a creature! And why would I ever take the word of something like you?"

Shaking her head, she pleaded as tears dripped from her eyes, "You don't mean it. Tell me you don't mean it."

His face fell void again as she looked into his eyes, silently begging him to take it all back. She would forgive him if he did, because she deserved every word he said for letting him die like that. "Now, why would I lie about that?"

Muffling a sob, Beth finally let herself run away, getting herself as far as she could from his scornful words. But even as she fled him, leaving him smiling, his words still chased after her, running circles in her head. She disappeared into the shadows and Zack turned on his heels, whistling an off-cord tune.

A/N: Aha, you didn't really think I'd just kill Zack, did you?