Chapter 24
The Fear from Within.

Just under four months since getting reacquainted with their ship, Rhuba and Garagus were scanning a planet for habitability.
"It's on the system…" Garagus muttered.

"Isn't that what we wanted? What's its rating?"

"Well it's now rated on stars between one and seven, and it's a three."

Neither of them knew what that meant. At least Freeza's rating system made sense.
"Why don't you bring us down if it's breathable? Surveyance is always easier on the surface anyway."

"You're leaving me?" Garagus asked as Rhuba hopped up from her seat.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Rhuba rolled her eyes. "But I might go for a shower too… Oh! I did put a loaf on the hob if you're hungry."

"Thanks, do you mind bringing it in? I need to redo a few scans, stupid system makes no sense…"

"Sure." Rhuba laughed to herself.
She walked through to the galley just as the starchy bubbles were foaming near the rim of the pot.
Seeing them spill over, she skipped on her toes to take the pot off the heat before it made a mess.
"Darn darn darn…" She was just grateful she didn't outright forget about it this time.

She pulled the hot loaf from the pot and onto a plate and sliced it open to let the excess heat out.
She managed to dodge the plume of steam before it burned her face, but she didn't dodge the smell.

Maybe it was her time from being on the station and eating proper food, but the smell of those boiled loaves was something awful.
It made her stomach turn, and tighten, and it even felt like the knot inside her was coming up.

Running through to Granate's old room, she kicked open the bathroom door and threw up, partially missing the bowl.
"darn…" She coughed, wiping her mouth with a towel and cleaning up the mess on the floor.
What was worse was that since the bathroom was unused in so long, there was no water in the toilet.
The switch was on the wall, but she felt a bit too groggy to go for it.

She felt like ever since she left the station she'd felt off.
A lot did happen to her, to be fair.
Perhaps the sudden decompression has some long-term effects on someone who didn't expect it.

Garagus can last in a vacuum, but he chose to try gradually seeing if his body could cope before stepping into space.
While Rhuba had the air ripped from her lungs in half a second.

"Grogginess is nothing." She told herself as she climbed to her feet and slammed the button.
The sound of running water in the toilet lasted for about twenty seconds before she flushed her unsightly leavings away.
The light on the shower was on, so if she wanted to stop feeling so gross, all she needed was a clean towel, which she could pick up on her way back from the bridge.

Garagus detected that the planet was fit for life and picked up on cities dotted all over the largest continent.
The higher populated zones had a hotter than average climate but still had regular rainfall.
"Are you home, though?" He thought aloud, hearing footsteps behind just as a steaming plate got sat next to him. "What's wrong with you?"

"It's stinky." She complained, holding her nose as she backed away and ignoring the aimed comment about how she was the one who overcooked it.

"I'm about to bring us down, so hold off on that shower. Unless you want the water to hit you sideways."

Lying in her bed, Rhuba watched through the window as the dark void of space changed colour as they dropped into the atmosphere, then steadily got swallowed by clouds.
As they descended, Rhuba sat up.
The dark red sky reminded her a little of dusk on planet Vegeta.
Even the dry canyon landscape was reminiscent of where Garagus stayed before trooping with Cressin.

"I'm going to have a look around. If you need me, I'll have my scouter."

"Okay, stay safe." Rhuba answered through the comms to the bridge. She felt the vibration as the airlock opened and closed.

It was another familiar feeling. Being cooped in bed while Garagus scouted an unknown planet.
But she really didn't feel up for it.
After that dream she had of the final day of the Saiyan Tuffle war, she hadn't felt too strong.

While she and Garagus were free to leave the repair station, she had to leave her friends behind.
Perhaps another form of survivor's guilt? Nothing bad should happen to her friends. They'll be on their way as soon as they're collected by their partners.
But still. Not everyone survived.

How many times is it going to happen?

Choosing not to have a complete repeat of Dishia, she decided to take a shower and let these feelings of doubt and weakness simply wash off.

As the hot water ran down her body, Rhuba leaned on the cold panelled wall.
She felt hungry from the moment she stepped in, but even thinking about being near those pot loaves put her off eating.
"Maybe the locals have food." She sighed, rubbing her tummy.
Only, something felt off.
She looked at herself. She wondered what the point of training every day was if she was just going to gain weight anyway.
For all the delicious food she was allowed to eat on the station, it wasn't enough to make her full most days, and to top it off she was working hard to top Garagus.

"Garagus should have the belly. He eats as much as me but spent a year in zero gravity." She pouted, crossing her arms.
Only, another something felt off.
Two somethings, technically.
Looking down, she had the distinct feeling that when she used to cross her arms, they could get closer together.
"well at least that's better~" She smirked, turning the shower off to see herself in the mirror. "Surprised Garagus hasn't noticed those getting bigger~" She giggled, looking at herself side-on.
It was amusing how they jiggled when she shook.
"ouch…" Jiggly, but tender.

Then suddenly, like an ice-cold lightning bolt shot through her whole body, she felt her knees buckle as she slid down the wall to sit there as the shower continued to rain on her head.
"oh no… oh please no…"

Garagus stuck to just under the treeline as he approached the nearest village just thirty miles from where he landed.
Their power levels were rather low but still higher than the average Dishian.

Binoculars out, he was able to see the insect-like bodies the inhabitants had. Their exoskeleton was on a spectrum of grey to brown. Their oval-shaped heads had big glassy eyes and were topped with a pair of antennae.

"super… Fitting in here should be real easy." He sighed, wondering if it was even worth trying with this world.
A place to refresh and stock up on food maybe, not as a permanent home, he just didn't see it.

Suddenly, he got a call from Rhuba.
"Hey, just had a look at the locals. Looks like bug people."

"Yea yea, listen. do you remember how long it's been since we left the station?"

"Oh… It's been…" He counted in his head. The days tend to blur together in space, so the best way to keep track is through chore rotations. He knows Rhuba has enjoyed around fifteen laundry days and he has checked the oxygen tanks at least twice. "I'd say fifteen or sixteen weeks. Why?"

"no reason, just missing my friends…"

Garagus could hear something in her voice.
"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine… really."

"Alright," Garagus took another look at the bugs through his binoculars. They could be friendly. He was able to observe how they acted with each other.
There seemed to be some kind of crop harvest going on, and chores seemed to be distributed among the able-bodied. But he had a sense of security about them. Like they were looking out for each other as a collective as well as working on individual tasks.
However, "Look, I'll be honest. I do not see this planet working for us. If we stay we're just-"

"We have to stay here. At least for now!" Rhuba urged. "Who knows how long it will be before we see another planet. It'll be safer if we stay here for a while."

"The longer we stay in a new place the harder it'll be to leave when the time comes." Garagus lowered his binoculars. He understood not wanting to be cooped up in a ship. Far more than her, he understood that feeling. But there's nothing dangerous about the ship. Then it hit him.
There's nothing dangerous about the ship, Not that he knows of.
"What do you mean? Why is it 'safer' to stay?"

"Can you come back, please? I really need to see you."

His blood ran cold as Garagus put his binoculars away but kept the scouter on and told it to scan as he rushed back.
Did the station leave something behind? A stowaway assassin? Or had some creature from the planet boarded?
"Is someone with you?" He asked softly, trying not to alert anyone else who may be on the ship. "Tap the scouter if you're not alone, I'll hear it."

"No, it's… Nothing like that."

"Then tell me what's going on." He demanded, hearing more of the fear in her tone.
He dropped from the sky, crashing on the dry clay ground as he landed at the ship.

"Is that you?" Rhuba's voice yelped over the scouter. Next thing she knew, he was standing in the doorway, looking over her half-nude body still wrapped in a towel.

"What's the emergency?" He asked, checking inside the bathroom as he went around the bed to meet her.

"I never said there was an emergency…" Rhuba looked like she'd been crying. Her eyes were puffy as she sat on the edge of the bed, her hands almost cradling her lower tummy.

"Then what's going on?" He demanded but softened up when she looked ready to cry again. "Rhuba, please… just tell me."

Rhuba was trembling as she lifted the towel away, showing him the slight bump. Although it was almost invisible, she herself missed it until she figured everything else out.

"Hehe…" He looked at her, almost smiling. "If that's what you wanted, you just need to say." He grinned, leaning in to kiss her. "You know I'd never say no to…"

"I think I'm pregnant." She spat out. Her lips were tightly held against her teeth as she watched his frozen expression change from coy to alarm.
She watched as his eyes dipped from her face to her tummy. They rested there for a long moment before climbing back up.

"You've got a baby inside you?"

"I, think so…" She gulped, pulling together threads of information from her mother whenever she spoke about it. "I've not bled in a few weeks, my tummy is a little rounder, and my tits feel sore too."

Garagus chuckled, but the dominator of his mind was the most important part.
"you have a baby, inside you?"

"Yes, Garagus!" Rhuba urged, but gasped as he placed a single hand on her damp bump. "What are you doing?"

"little baby~" He lay next to her, resting his face on her tummy.

It actually felt like he'd forgotten her.
"Hey, wake up you." She saw his eyes look up. It was the best she was getting out of him. "Garagus, I am going to kill you."

"What did I do?" He laughed.

"This! You did, exactly, THIS!"

"I don't see how this is my fault."

"You!..." Rhuba gritted her teeth. "You disappear for a year. No baby. You come back for a night, then three months later, Baby!"

"Yeah." He laughed again, tracing circles around her bump with his finger. "I still think this is a you problem though. I've been in you lots of times. But you've only been stronger than me since I got back from work."

"It's My fault you're weaker?" She was stunned. "That makes no sense!"
He was really annoying her now. His nonchalant way of talking and the way he was almost ignoring her in favour of staring at her tummy was really pissing her off.
But it was good of him to remind her of one very important factor of their current dynamic.
As the stronger of the two, she grabbed his arms and pinned him to the bed.
"Pay attention, Gar-ah Ah, AH!" She breathed her stomach in, putting mere centimetres between herself and his foot.

His eyes were also wide in shock.
It was a reflex. He felt himself get pinned, so the natural response was to kick out.
But their baby was in the line of fire. So very carefully, he slowly lowered his leg, and mentally shut down any instinctual defences he had when sparring with her.
"So, what's on your mind?" He asked, pretending like the last few seconds never happened.

Letting the situation calm down, Rhuba gently released his wrists.
Strange as it may be for a pair of Saiyans, this was a problem that needed to be solved without violence.
"I'm terrified about this, you understand that right?"

"Yes." He reached out slowly, pulling her down from hanging over him so he could hug her. "But come on. You have this baby, it'll be another massive middle finger up to Freeza." Kissing her on the head, he loudly proclaimed. "We are the Saiyans! And we Are ALIVE!" He cheered to the ceiling. Part of him hoping Freeza heard him. "I know you're worried about the pain, but I promise you. You won't even care after it's done."

Rhuba narrowed her eyes.
"I'm going to punch you right in the balls." She saw him immediately cover himself. It did amuse her, but not as much as the face he made when she told him the whole truth. "Oh, not now. But sometime before the baby comes, I'm going to reel back and punch you so hard they'll fly out your pee hole! But don't worry, you'll not even care after it's done. Sit on that one, Garagus!"
Despite her inner fears and the touch of spite she felt towards him. Watching Garagus puzzle over the mechanics of her threat was very funny. She could actually hear him thinking, as he pictured in his head how she'd have to punch him for the result she promised.

"Isn't there one part of you excited about this?" He eventually asked.

Rolling her eyes, she felt Garagus' hand rub her tummy again.
In many ways, she felt the same as when she woke up that morning. It's just the understanding that down the line, everything her mother described will happen to her, and no amount of mental or physical preparation can help her.
Just thinking about it made her start to panic.

Seeing her shaky quick breathing, Garagus tried to calm her.
Reaching into her drawer, he pulled out her blanket and wrapped her in it.
"There you go, feel better?"

"fuck off Garagus." She grunted, pulling her head under and hid in the darkness, curling up into a ball with her tail tucked between her legs too.

Garagus stayed where he was. Rhuba hiding like this used to be called her shell. Something she hasn't resorted to since their planet got destroyed.
But it wasn't something he was in a rush to break her out of.

Although back when they were kids, while Cressin would just leave young Rhuba be, Garagus however used to pile on more quilts.
When he did it as a boy, it was to try and annoy her. But when she finally did wake from one of her tuffs, she admitted it felt nice to be buried warmly like that.
Although not what he hoped for at the time, it did feel good to have helped her.

So seeing her curled up under her quilt like she did so long ago, Garagus did what he would often do and just bundled more on.
Cocooning her in perfect darkness with her own warmth.

"Wait… it's not a shell. It's a womb." He chuckled, petting her through the quilts. "You little baby~" He teased before walking out of the room.

He returned to the galley. Instead of the pot loaves, he decided to give her something proper for when she eventually comes out. Something with flavour.
Rhuba was always thirsty when she emerges, so he was sure to make her a cold drink too.

Leaving the tray by the bed, Garagus gave her a little pat.
"I'm going to continue scouting. But I've left your favourite snacks by the bed."

"thank you." Mumbled a tiny voice from under the seven layers of blanket.

In the jungles on the other side of the canyon, Garagus scanned, plucked, and tasted various fruits.
Some had a hard nutty shell but the insides was filled with sour gooey seeds while others were fleshy all the way through with a starchy sweet taste.

Part of the fun of scouting a world really is feeling out the unknown.
But of course, there's an order to it.
The scanner is set to Saiyan biology and looks for traces of known poisons or toxins that could hurt Saiyans. Unknown traces are flagged as such, which Garagus just avoids.
Anything above his knowledge he prefers not to risk playing with.

After an hour of scouting the jungle, he emerged from the trees and decided to call in on Rhuba before heading back.
The scouter rang out which probably meant she was still hiding under her quilt.

"Just to check…" He scanned her area. From his current distance, he only detected her energy reading.
He pulled his bag off, checking the bounty of fruits he'd collected. Two of each of the best ones, so Rhuba would have quite a few to try when she wakes up.

Garagus chuckled, imagining himself writing the words 'please spare my balls' with a welding torch on one of them.
As he looked to the sky, preparing to take off, the bag strapped around his shoulder slid down his arm.

His chest thumped like a hammer, the air pulled from his lungs as his eyes locked with the orange moon reflecting sunset light.
"no… Darnit! NO!" Throwing his bag away, he tossed off his scouter and began ripping his clothes off.

Rhuba had been incubating in peace for a while. Her mind had gone over every talk she had with her mother about children. Those talks are fine. It's whenever she asked about what birthing is like, the answer made her head short circuit.
But still, she tried to imagine having a child of her own.
When she imagined a girl, little Pepper came to mind. Hopefully, her own daughter would bite less.
When she imagined a boy, a young Garagus came to mind. Hopefully, he'll be just as strong and good-natured as his father. That's her hope.

She giggled, rubbing her bump some more.
Ruble talked about becoming a parent herself soon, and yet Rhuba would fall pregnant first since the conversation ended.

'Is it worth us going back to the station? Maybe they're still there, maybe they can help me?' She curled up tighter at the thought.

To offer the best help, they'd need to know what she is.
Yena, Uraal and Ruble said their farewells on good terms. To go back and confess her Saiyan heritage could just bring fear and hatred.

Hatred.
'Is that what my son will face? A universe that hates him?'

Thoughts of Garagus telling her that she was his reason for pushing forward.
But who will her son have?
He'll grow up with no true friends. Grow up with no one whom he can really trust. Exposure will kill him, and his family.
Is that any way to live? In constant fear of being found and killed?

Rhuba's hand paused over her tummy.
It would hurt.
It would hurt a lot.
But if she punched herself hard enough, she could spare her son a lonely life of fear and distrust.
Let the Saiyans die with herself and Garagus.
Wouldn't that be kinder?

But Garagus seemed happy.
More than happy, he was enamoured with her when he found out. If she lost the baby…
If she killed the baby…
"he'd be so angry with me..." She shivered at the rage he'd send at her. But far from the worst part of what he'd do.
"He'd forgive me…"

Somehow, knowing that made it worse.
Despite the pain he'd be feeling from what she did, she knew he'd find a way to forgive her. And that would only compound the guilt ten times over.
Tears poured from her eyes as she emerged her head from under the quilt.
The cold air in the room was shocking after so long under so many quilts, but she crawled out to find the food and drink he'd left her.

She took a sip of cold water and felt herself be instantly refreshed as she picked away at the food.
All of it was stuff she likes, but some of it couldn't be touched for reasons she could not explain.
Even the smell was bad.

"I'm blaming you…" She muttered, tapping her tummy.

Picking up a small piece of a sweet protein ball, she lay back on the bed, then her eyes turned to the window.
Rhuba nearly choked at the sight of a giant furry face grinning menacingly in at her with teeth as long as her arm.

Despite her shock, she recovered quickly enough to scream obscenities at Garagus on the other side of the soundproof glass.

But she gulped when she realised.
If he's turned, there's a full moon outside.
If he's seen, they're discovered.

The fact that he appears so calm and isn't ripping the ship apart must mean he's in control. So at the very least, she needs to investigate and figure out a plan.

Putting on her workout clothes, she ran through the ship and waited in the airlock with her eyes dipped to the ground and her hands blocking out everything above the horizon.
"Garagus!" She called out, waiting for him to tiptoe around. He looked ridiculous. "Why are you walking like that?"

"In case people hear me."

Rhuba couldn't hold in her laughter. His voice coming from a giant monkey was too stupid not to pull a laugh.

Pointing to the sky behind the ship, he identified where the moon was. Meaning she could come out so long as she didn't look back.

"You know, I've never really had a good look at the Oozaru before." She had to smirk, looking ad his rich brown fur covering every inch of his body.
"Pick me up."

Garagus' eyes appeared solid red from the ground. It wasn't until she stepped onto his hand and was lifted to his face that she could make out the very faint colour of his pupils.

"What's it like, being this way?" Although she'd been turned only once in her life, she couldn't remember a second of it.
It was discomforting to hear him describe the fire inside his head as he turned.
On top of the rage being the dominant emotion during the transformation phase, there is also the physical pain of his bones stretching and pulling.
The itch that comes with thick fur coming from every pore.
And after the form takes hold, endorphins are released that make you feel light as a feather, but every movement has the weight and kinetic energy of a crashing ship.

"Rhuba, I need you to cut my tail off."

"No!" She couldn't believe he'd ask her that. "We can just stay here until it wears off."

"This planet may have the means to see me like this. If you are insistent on staying here, then we must stay ahead of the natives."

"Hold on, let me check the computer." Rhuba covered her eyes as she dismounted his hand and slowly glided down to the ship.
Sitting at her controls, she scanned the size and trajectory of the moon, compared to the rotation of the planet.
For the moon to exit the danger phase, it'll be another thirty-one hours.
"Piss off bug planet, piss off…" She checked the planet's name on the database. "Arlia!"

She didn't know what to do.
Thirty hours is a long time for him to be exposed like that, but cutting off his tail is just...
Yes it'll grow back, but until then, he won't look right.
Saiyans are meant to have tails.

But she had to agree.
Getting spotted is something they can never allow.
It'll be bad for them and for the natives of the planet if Freeza ever finds out.
Discretion is the priority.

With that in mind, she grabbed a tool from downstairs.
A machine meant for laser sawing steel beams.

Garagus sat with his back to the ship. Eyes closed as she powered it on.
The packed clay ground started burning and smoking as the laser shot through.

"Five, four, three…" With one mighty swish, Garagus' tail dropped from his spine.

The loudest roar that ever shook the canyons and valleys of Arlia was heard for miles.
Birds took to the sky. Reptiles burrowed underground. Even the wild Yeti were startled and fled from their hunt, deathly afraid of becoming prey themself.

As much as turning into the Oozaru hurts, turning back was even worse. The fur was pulled back into his skin. Which alone felt like millions of threaded needles going through him.
The energy he had before was sapped from his muscles as he slowly found himself face down in the dirt, struggling to move.

Rhuba picked his tail up and swung it around her head as she walked to the spot where he'd crawled during his come down.
He was breathless but managed to climb to his knees before needing to stop for a rest.

"I gathered a bag of fruit…" He chuckled, feeling so exhausted as he pointed to the other side of the canyon. "It's next to my scouter… Lend me yours so I can go get it?"

Rhuba was still twirling his dismembered tail like a baton, giving him a smirk.
"You can barely stand." Leaning over him, she raised her chin. "A Saiyan with no tail, is no Saiyan at all. So don't you worry, we'll fetch the bag and bring it back."

Garagus gritted his teeth, put all his weight on his knee and forced himself up.
"We?" He rolled his eyes as she gestured to her womb. "Rhuba, all it takes is a single glance. Do you really want to risk the baby like that? Who knows what will happen if you turn while pregnant." Glancing at her tail, he warned that if she does turn, it's coming off.

"Don't you dare."

"Then I insist you return to the ship until the moon changes phase."

Holding her proud smirk, Rhuba had to concede her scouter to him. There was no doubt in her mind that his desire to keep her safe will definitely win over her choice to keep her tail.
"See if you can find something sour, I'm in the mood for sour."

"Okay." Garagus attached the scouter to his face. He wasn't used to the red tint, but the controls were the same as his blue one.

"Oh and, Garagus."

"Yeah?" A shirt was thrown over his head as he turned around, followed by a set of trousers.

"Pick up your shredded clothes too. We don't need that kind of evidence lying about."

Garagus walked into the harsh terrain until his strength to fly came back.
He stayed low to the ground in case his strength failed him mid-flight.
When he arrived at the foot of the jungle, he found his scouter and swapped it for Rhuba's, then bagged his shredded clothes and boots along with the remaining fruit.

Taking a handful of the chalky clay ground, he had an idea of how to keep a low profile while on the planet.
On the way back, he tried calling Rhuba's scouter to get her opinion on his idea, when it rang out he remembered why.

"what is wrong with me lately…" He muttered.

At the ship, Rhuba had been pacing for a while.
Garagus becoming the Oozaru was a mere distraction.
The fact remains, her baby isn't in for a good life. One of hiding, avoiding the moon, keeping secrets from close friends if there are any friends to make.
"Bug planet…" She grabbed at her hair, trying to think of a strategy. Some sort of plan.
Leaving the planet before discovery is a good idea. But if they can't find a suitable home before the baby comes…

Rhuba shut her eyes. What her mother described is very traumatic for birthing. Unless Garagus restrains her as the baby comes, she could possibly cause damage to the ship.

"Cargo hold…?" She thought about just throwing a mattress on the floor down there. Nothing is vital in the cargo space. She could cause all the damage she likes so long as the metal panels aren't penetrated.
That's not a bad plan for giving birth while looking for a planet.
"But Granate said babies born off-world is bad luck…"

On a distant desert planet…

"Hey, moma. Do you ever wonder if the stuff you tell people as a joke might someday backfire?"

"If this is about the cactus juice, I've already told you that it's perfectly safe." Granate's mother was not having any of her son's shit, especially on her 101st birthday.

Back on Arlia…

"So my idea is that we find a cliff wall and blast a hole for the ship to hide in. Really, our only threat of being detected is someone finding the ship."

"Sounds fun." Rhuba snapped some rocks between her fingers. The clay wasn't too hard. Digging out a cave should be easy. "I haven't had to dig a burrow in so long… think we'll manage?"

"Well, you dirt dwellers may have lived in holes in the ground. But we Alphas made whole systems of caves with our bear hands~"

Rhuba was a little ticked off that he'd call her that.
"Fine, I look forward to seeing it." Rhuba attached her scouter and strapped her boots on.

"And just where are you going?" Garagus asked, skipping in front of her to block the way out.

"You fly the ship, I'll look for a cliff to smash." She thought it was obvious. After all, her piloting isn't at a point she'd risk the ship over.

"Or, how about you stay here for the next day and a half until the moon changes phase?"

"oh…" Rhuba backed away feeling a blush coming on. "Somehow I completely forgot about…"

Garagus lifted her by the hips and set her down on her chair.
"I think we can forgive it. After all, you've got other things on your mind, hmm?" He ducked down and kissed her tummy.

"Your aim is terrible," Rhuba muttered. "Two sets of lips, and you miss both."

"That's it I'm leaving." Garagus laughed as he walked. "I got a hole to smash."

"Have fun~" Rhuba smiled as she spun in her chair. "G, Garagus!" She screamed, running to the door and sticking her head outside, but her eyes locked on the ground. "I got that one! I hate you~!"

As she walked back to her chair, she wondered if having his baby in her was what awakened her ability to get his dirty jokes.
"Oh no…" Once the baby is born and talking, Rhuba dreaded the idea of getting it from both sides. "Oh NOOO!" She screamed red in the face.

Author's Note: I'll be going away for a bit, and won't be back until after the 10th of September. Amsterdam awaits!
And I don't really have another chapter on standby for the 8th so... I might put up few chapters of my 18+ DDLC story.

Oh, don't even pretend you don't know!
I've mentioned it before that I have stories WITH pictures on Quotive!

But since you folk are too lazy to move over for the pictures which I worked really really hard on!
I'll put a few chapters up here. Without pictures because Fanfiction doesn't allow them.