So I was sitting at this really boring meeting last week and I pulled out my pen and paper and started scribbling away for this story. When I was done though, I had to help clean everything up and put chairs away, etc. etc, and someone skyffed (pronounced sky-ff-d) my paper! I'm so pissed! Almost two full LEGAL size pages of story and now it's gone. D& them!

Anyhow, starting over again, here's another update. If it sounds off or different from the rest of the story, let me know. We're walking into uncharted territory here now, so I'm just winging it!

Wish me luck!

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A single tear dripped down Kitty's cheek. "It sucks bad enough to like, lose my best friend. I can't imagine losing a sister too."

"I … I don't … Keety…" Kurt's knees buckled and the two dropped to the floor.

"She…she… Oh God, Keety, my sister. Rogue… Rogue!!"

Kurt's anguished cry reverberated off the walls as the boy finally collapsed into Kitty's embrace and the two sobbed together as they grieved for their lost friend.

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The golden sandals wrapped around Rogue's feet made an obscene amount of noise as she walked, then scuttled, jogged and finally sprinted down the dark, musty corridor. The inky blackness enveloped the air and the few sparse torches only gave a hint of illumination on the ancient stone walls. The hall was small and stifling and the air reeked of death, sweat and blood. The combination, in addition to the heat from the torches and her own fear, made Rogue gag and choke on the tainted oxygen.

She could scarcely see as she ran through the hallway and she hadn't a clue where she was going, but the growing anxiety in her gut was pushing her to move… fast.

She continued to run down the unending hall – only the tiny orbs of light giving her any indication of direction, distance or speed – and she glanced back over her shoulder occasionally to try and see what it was she was running from.

Behind her, only the looming blackness gave chase, but the adrenaline in her brain screamed of danger and she pushed herself to keep going.

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The clopping sound from her shoes reverberated off the walls and nearly deafened her amidst the eerie silence, but there was not time to stop and remove them. Her legs throbbed with the sheer effort to keep moving and the exhaustion she felt in her limbs threatened to overtake her.

The sleeveless black dress flowed behind her as she sprinted down the passage and her hair, curly and tangled from her earlier battle with the river, whipped around and stung her eyes as she looked back again.

Her breaths came in short, labored gasps and she wrapped an arm around her aching ribs. Her lungs were filled with fire, she was certain of it, and her heart felt as though it would burst out of her chest at any minute. The very act of breathing was made even more difficult with the insufferable heat and stench.

Claustrophobia began to set in as sweat beaded across her forehead and dripped over her eyelids and down her nose. The salty water stung her eyes and threatened to blind her as she blinked the water from her eyes and swiped feebly at the moisture. It only served to further aggravate the droplets, though, as they plastered her hair to her face and the white strands stubbornly obstructed her vision.

Her skin glistened with perspiration and the torchlight reflected off the exposed white flesh, casting a ghostly glow upon the frightened girl. Her face, however, was flushed with heat and adrenaline and the contrast of the rosy hue in her cheeks to the paleness of her natural skin tone made her dilated green eyes sparkle more vividly.

As she turned again, the pain in her ribs increased and she nearly cried out. She felt as if an invisible hand were slowly crushing the life out of her and she frantically searched for a door or an alcove – somewhere – that she could hide and catch her breath.

Instead, an intersecting corridor greeted her and she stopped abruptly to take stock of her situation and allow her body a moment of reprieve.

Bending over, she gulped down air as she clung to her throbbing ribs. Still, the fear gripped her and despite the ache in her body, she straightened slightly as she attempted to get her bearings.

She had three choices – two were wrong.

As she turned to look down each infinite corridor, one hand still wrapped around her waist and the other leaning against her knee, a booming cackle echoed through all three passageways and she clamped both hands over her ears to deflect some of the deafening din.

"Do you think you can run from me, my queen?" a harsh, evil voice questioned from somewhere in the darkness.

Frozen with terror, Rogue's eyes widened imperceptibly as she spun around to find the source of the voice.

Within seconds adrenaline thrummed through her veins and clutching her ribs again, she darted down the left corridor and began running as quickly as her battered body would allow. She tried to put some distance between herself and the monster at her heels while the torches flickered and dimmed as if hailing her doom.

The laughter reverberated off the sandstone floors and walls causing her ears to ring. She wanted to close her eyes and just wake up from this nightmare, but no matter how hard she pinched herself, she couldn't escape.

She took a fleeting look back again and saw a pair of angry violet eyes gleaming in the darkness.

She screamed.

It was strangled and breathy, but it was as much as her burning lungs could manage. She kept her gait, however, and tried to push herself to give just a little more.

She ran for eons before turning back again. The eyes were closer now – larger and more menacing as another cackle erupted from the darkness.

She closed her eyes in silent prayer as she continued onward, but the breath caught in her throat and stuck as the clammy, oppressive atmosphere closed in.

Her eyes shot open as she wheezed in a mere teaspoon of air, but the lack of oxygen made her head spin and her balance and coordination was suddenly off kilter. As exhaustion set in her foot dragged for a fraction of a second too long and she crumbled to floor.

"Nuuuh!"

Her right hand took the brunt of the fall and she heard a slight pop as the wrist gave under her weight. The course rock tore at her already bruised body and the last fraction of air was ripped from her lungs as she landed hard on her stomach and chest.

Rogue lay sprawled across the dirty stone floor, unable to move. The cool rock was soothing to her burning face and lungs, but the pressure on her ribs left her dizzy and nauseas.

With a pained groan, Rogue dragged her already bleeding arms along the ground and tried to stand. She could feel the tiny flecks of sand embed themselves into the small wounds and she tried not to wince as she braced herself and pushed off with the little strength she had left.

It was not enough.

Her injured wrist collapsed under the pain and pressure imposed upon it and she only managed to turn herself onto her back. She coughed and heaved as the air rushed back into her lungs and tears stung her eyes even as she bit down on her lower lip.

The resounding chuckle was dull and quiet even as she felt it's owner move closer. She squeezed her eyes tight and willed herself to wake up.

It was only a dream. She knew it was a dream. She had just been lying next to Remy in that cave and suddenly she was here, back in Apocalypse's tomb?

It was only a dream.

So why couldn't she wake up?

Rogue felt another deep chuckle radiating from above and with her eyes still closed, she tried to inch her way backwards along the rough floor.

"It's just a dream; it's just a dream; it's just a dream," she whispered out loud.

Apocalypse sniggered in response.

"If this is a mere dream, my dear, then why do you not awaken?" he asked, clearly amused.

Rogue opened her eyes and stared up in horror at the super mutant. Blood was flowing freely from her forearms as she tried to scoot away from him, but he simply kneeled before her and placed both hands upon her ankles – effectively stopping all movement.

She clenched her jaw shut to keep her chin from quivering, but she knew her eyes would betray her tough façade.

"Are you going to tell me you are not frightened of the great Apocalypse?" he chortled. His eyes gleamed and danced in the minimal lighting and his grip on her ankles tightened slightly.

Rogue resisted the urge to try and pull herself from his grasp and merely shook her head. Her pulse was hammering in her throat and her breath was shallow and uneven as she watched him watching her.

She licked her lips nervously and noted, with a growing sense of nausea, that his eyes followed the path of her tongue too closely. She pursed her lips and tried to hide them from his sight.

Apocalypse smiled wickedly. "I am too obvious, it seems," he observed and attempted to move closer.

Injured wrist and all, Rogue responded to his advance by throwing all her weight away from him and she managed to free her ankles simultaneously.

She didn't go far, however, as her back instantly hit a solid stone wall and she glanced upward at it, wondering how it had appeared so suddenly.

Apocalypse chuckled again. "This may be your dream, my dear queen, but I can manipulate everything in it."

Rogue swallowed hard and tried to suppress the scream that was rising up in her throat.

"Wha – what do you want with me?" she asked, her voice quaking and breathy.

He smiled salaciously as he crawled, catlike, toward her.

"Everything."

Rogue cringed and tried to press herself farther against the wall as she drew her knees up to her pounding chest.

"Why?"

Apocalypse stopped, his face a mere foot from her knees, and peered down at her.

"You have great power, Rogue. I can help you control it. You can be whomever you chose, do whatever you please, have anyone you want…"

An image of Scott's face floated in the darkness just beyond Apocalypse and Rogue swallowed again. In a wisp of smoke, however, the face changed, and Rogue was suddenly staring into the red and black eyes of Remy Lebeau.

She looked away quickly, refusing to acknowledge the apparition, and guided her attention back to Apocalypse.

"But… why? Why do you care about mah powers? Why me? Why not the Professor or, or Jean? They're way more powerful than ah am." She didn't want to sick the proverbial dog on her friends, but she was absolutely frantic to stall him.

"That is where you are wrong, my queen," he began with a wicked smile, "once I have unlocked your powers completely, you will be more powerful than any of your friends combined. Just think of it Rogue. No more voices, no more hiding your true self from everyone. You'll be completely free to do whatever you like, wear whatever you like."

"Yeah, and none of it'll matter anyhow 'cause you'll just kill everybody and destroy the world!" she spat. She glared murderously at him, but the hunger in his eyes made her turn away in disgust.

"I do not wish to destroy the world, my queen, only to improve it."

"Stop callin' meh that!" she bellowed and covered her ears tightly.

Apocalypse sat back on his heels and drew a long breath. "You will be my queen Rogue. Once the ritual is complete, you will be mine. Your mind, your powers…everything."

He reached out to caress her cheek and she turned her head away sharply. Undeterred, he ran the back of his finger along her jaw, and trailed it down the side opposite side of her neck and over her collar bone before finally dipping it to the top of her dress.

Rogue tried desperately not to shudder or flinch as Apocalypse traced the hem of her tube top and instead waited until his attention was focused entirely on her bosom before she struck.

As his hand followed the curves of her dress, Rogue tensed her legs and suddenly threw her knees directly into his nose. She heard a satisfying crunch as blood began to pour from his nostrils and he reeled back, landing on his butt on the stone floor.

Her foot followed his decent and with as much force as she could muster, she brought her heel down on his groin before springing up and bolting down the hall. She only managed a mere 20 feet though, when an invisible hand wrapped around her ankle and knocked her to the ground.

"Aah!" Rogue cried out as her injured ribs slammed against the stone and stole her breath. Before she could regain it though, she was dragged over the floor toward Apocalypse.

Despite the inability to breathe, Rogue grappled for a hold on uneven sandstone. She dug her nails into the rock, but it only served to rip the fragile cartilage from her fingers.

She screamed again from the combined pain and fear, but it did not slow her momentum. Within seconds she was lying at the feet of Apocalypse, who had thick red blood running down his chin and neck and a vicious look of rage in his eyes.

"How dare you defy me! I am Apocalypse!" he bellowed and delivered a brutal kick to Rogue's side.

"Uhh," Rogue moaned and turned on her side and curled into the fetal position as Apocalypse continued to kick her in the back, legs and arms.

She screamed for a third time as she felt one of her lower ribs crack, but she did not beg for mercy. Instead she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood until Apocalypse had apparently had enough of torturing her.

He took a long, deep breath and slowly released it. Placing one foot on either side of her body, he loomed over her and crouched down close. With one hand, he yanked her by the shoulder to lie flat on her back and then deliberately sat on her pelvis.

Rogue used her feet for leverage and tried to buck him off as she threw her limited weight to the side. Apocalypse simply laughed and, hooking his feet down over her shins, pinned her to the floor.

She retaliated by punching him across the jaw and while the impact left her knuckles bruised, she was satisfied that the force was at least enough to leave him smarting.

Apocalypse rubbed his jaw carefully and glared down Rogue. She attempted to hit him again, but he caught her injured wrist and she yelped in pain. She tried to punch with her left, but he caught that one too and, wrapping one massive hand around both her petite wrists, he pinned her arms above her head and towered over her.

"Noooooooooo!!!!!!" Rogue screamed as loud and hard as she could muster before Apocalypse shifted his weight and leaned against her broken ribs.

"Ugh…"

Rogue's head began to spin from the combination of the pain in her ribs and lack of oxygen. Tears leaked from her eyes as she clenched them shut and willed herself not to sob.

"You will be my queen, Rogue. The ritual will be complete once your body becomes mine, then your mind and powers will follow."

With all the breath left in her lungs Rogue screamed out again before Apocalypse silenced her with his clammy blue lips.

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Gambit had just nodded off when he heard Rogue whimper softly.

"Hmm, what? Gambit ain't sleepin'" he muttered as he was dragged from the edges of peaceful oblivion.

With bleary eyes, he cast his gaze to Rogue. She lay on her side facing him and was sleeping, albeit none too soundly, as her closed eyes darted wildly behind their lids. Occasionally her legs or head would twitch abruptly and Gambit could only imagine what horrors her nightmare was unveiling.

Her breathing was quick and labored and she subconsciously covered her ribs with her arm. Even in sleep her face was contorted with fear and agony and Remy frowned. It wasn't right the poor girl had to go through all this.

He rubbed his hand along the jacket covering her arm. "Rogue, chere, time to wake up petite," he ushered quietly.

Instead of waking, though, her entire body tensed suddenly as her head pivoted back and forth and she covered her ears with her hands. She was trembling all over as Gambit grasped her shoulder gently and tried to shake her.

"Rogue, wake up. Come on chere, wake up."

He was rewarded with a loud gasp that sounded like a mix between a moan and a scream, but she did not awaken.

"Rogue? Rogue!" Gambit knew this was no typical nightmare as she groaned in agony and her body contorted within the small confines of the cave's alcove.

The air rushed from her lungs and she lie motionless.

"Rogue!" Gambit shouted as he inched closer to her and rolled her onto her back. Finally, she groaned again and began wheezing and coughing as tears streamed from her closed eyes.

"Wake up, chere, wake up!" he cried and sitting at her side, cradled her head in the crook of his elbow.

Her eyes remained closed, but her lips moved almost imperceptibly and Remy placed his ear close to her mouth.

"… just a dream. It's just a dream…"

"Dat's right Rogue, it's jus' a dream. Come on cherie, wake up." He shook her shoulder with more force while simultaneously trying not to jostle her head or ribs.

She was unresponsive for a few moments before she suddenly jerked backward and thumped into the hard rock wall of the alcove.

"Rogue!" Gambit knew he would have to restrain the unconscious girl before she hurt herself, but was afraid to risk injuring her further.

He inched toward her and even with her eyes closed she seemed to cower from him. Sighing, Remy moved toward her again slowly. He reached out for her, intent on guiding her back to the dirt floor when she suddenly jerked forward and body slammed him back to the ground.

Even within the throws of her dream state terrors, Rogue bolted for the mouth of the cave.

"Merde!" Remy cursed as he quickly righted himself and chased after the sleeping girl.

"Rogue stop!" he demanded, even knowing that his pleas would fall on deaf, delusional ears.

"Stop, chere!"

This time, he flung himself at her and just managed to grab hold of her ankle as she reached the cave's entrance.

"AH!" she yelped as fell face first onto the rocky earthen floor.

Remy winced. It was very probable that he had cracked or broken a few of her ribs while performing CPR and the fall would more than likely exacerbate the damage.

As Remy kneeled next to her, she suddenly curled into the fetal position and began to flinch away from some invisible attack.

He watched with growing horror as he noticed a dark, angry bruise forming along her hip. She huddled there, whimpering and trembling in the predawn glow, as more bruises began to litter her back and legs.

"Mon dieu! Chere!" Gambit was beside himself as he tried to figure out a way to help her. She would not wake despite his efforts and seemed completely lost within her own mind. He knew this delusional episode was Apocalypse's doing and instinctively cast his eyes around the ravine as if expecting an attack.

Remy reached for Rogue's shoulder and gently coaxed her onto her back once more. Her eyes remained closed but tears continued to pool on her lids and drip down her cheeks intermittently.

"What do I do?" he lamented quietly and leaned in close to her face as if searching for an answer when he was suddenly struck across the jaw.

Damn that girl had a mean punch.

He grimaced in pain, but was instantly distracted by her left hand as it came up for a second round. Carefully holding both hands in his own, he tried to be as tender with her as possible as she struggled against him and tried to scream out again.

He clamped his hand over her mouth though and nervously looked around the clearing for any sign of Apocalypse's monsters.

Her hips bucked in the air wildly before she gasped and lie still.

"Oh cherie," he whispered softly and removed his hand from her mouth. He reached up and peeled a stubborn white lock from her tear and sweat streaked face. Stroking her cheek gently, he frowned as she winced and wheezed.

Her face was screwed up in utter torment and a single tear fell from Remy's dark eyes as he hung his head in despair.

"S'il vous plait, Rogue, wake up. Pour moi?" (please… for me?) He caressed her cheek again as tears started cascading down her puffy, red face.

"Rogue…?"

"GAMBIT!"

The sudden outburst, not to mention hearing her scream his name, caused the Cajun to jump significantly. The shriek was piercing, soul-wrenching and extremely loud and Remy was forced to cover her mouth again.

Watching her suffer like this was ripping him apart inside and he moved to cradle her bare form in his arms. He was nearly on the brink of tears when she arched against him and sucked in air eagerly.

The sudden onslaught to her lungs made her cough violently and she weakly wrapped both arms around her aching ribs.

Then, as if feeling the foreign arms around her for the first time, she began punching and clawing at Remy's naked chest.

"No! No! Let me go! Ah ain't yer damn queen! Let me go!!!" she screamed loudly as she vainly attempted to escape Gambit's embrace.

"Rogue? Rogue!" Green eyes, rimmed with red and shining with tears looked up at him dumbly for a moment before recognition set in.

"G- Gambit?" she questioned, her voice low and shaky.

"Oh, t'ank God. Rogue," he heaved a sigh of relief and hugged her tighter to him.

She whimpered and bit her already bruised lip.

"Merde, je suis desole, Rogue."

She shook her head silently and turned her face to Remy's chest, trying to bury herself within the strong, protective muscle.

She sniffled through the wheezing.

"Oh gawd, Remy, it was awful," she whispered into him, "please, please don't let him get me."

Between the physical pain and the horrors of her mental encounter with Apocalypse, he could tell she was on the verge of hysterics and did his best to soothe her.

"Shh, petite. He ain't gonna hurt you none now, Remy be here. Remy protect you now." He smoothed her hair back away from her face and rubbed her back softly – mindful of the bruises there.

She hissed in pain and clutched her ribs tighter.

"Gawd. Hurts… so much," she managed between labored breaths.

"Lemme see," he ushered as he carefully laid her back down on the stones.

She bit her lip and attempted to cover herself with her arms as she looked away from him.

Purely professional, Gambit examined the purple blotches along her ribs that were set in deep contrast to the paleness of her stomach.

"Shit, chere, it looks like I broke some ribs after all." He rubbed his hands over his face. Their situation just became a lot more difficult.

Rogue turned a reproachful eye to him. "What d' ya mean, YOU broke 'em. Apocalypse musta done it just now. Ah'm pretty sure one of the ribs on mah back's cracked too."

Remy reached over and slowly turned her to her side to examine the damage to her back and spine. The bruises were fading somewhat, but still looked very painful.

He frowned.

"Rogue, what exactly just happened to you. I mean physically wise. Did he hit you in d' back or somt'in?"

She nodded from her prone position on the ground.

"Kicked actually."

"Anyt'ing else? You hurtin' anywhere ot'er den your back an' ribs?"

She nodded again. "Mostly the ribs and back, but I ripped my fingernails out too an' there still smartin' pretty bad. Mah wrist too." She held the right hand up to show him the swollen joint, but frowned when she found it had no signs of damage.

"What the…"

She twisted and flexed her wrist and frowned when a twinge of pain shot through it, but the injury was nowhere near as bad as it had felt in her dream.

"Mindscape, chere, everyt'ing feels as real as can be dere, but you get back to de real world an' it all fades away." He frowned. "'Cept dem bruises on y'r back. Can't figure dat one out."

She chewed on her lip for a moment and her eyes lit up slightly in realization.

"Apocalypse kicked me in the back. The rest of it all just happened. Ah fell and hurt mah wrist, tore my fingernails tryin' t' get away, even ripped up mah arms real bad." She held the backs of her forearms up for Gambit to view.

"See? Nothin'. Ah'm bettin' that everything Apocalypse did to me directly is stayin' but the rest is fadin' 'cause I kinda did it t' myself."

She attempted to sit up but winced and grabbed her ribs again.

"Except these. Shit. Why doesn't it fade too?" she asked the Cajun with a weary glance.

"Told ya chere, 'cause you didn't do dat, I did."

"What d' ya mean, you did it? When? Why?" she had her eyes closed and her brow furrowed with one arm slung across her chest and the other over her ribs.

Gambit cleared his throat and moved to stand.

"'S from de CPR Rogue. Ya drowned. Musta broke a few ribs during de chest compressions."

Rogue opened her eyes and turned to stare at him.

CPR? He had performed CPR on her? She had drowned? Really, truly, drowned?

"So wait, ah was just unconscious right? Swallowed too much water?" There was a sudden lump in her throat as she contemplated what he had just revealed.

Gambit ignored her as he walked back to the cave to retrieve their clothes. Within moments, a loud ripping sound was heard before Gambit returned with a wad of black cloth in one hand and their respective garments draped over the opposite arm.

He sighed and draping the coat back over her nude form, looked her in the eye.

"Non cherie. Y' were dead. Legally, technically dead. F'r prob'ly 'bout 10 minutes. No heartbeat, no breathin'… nothin'." He swallowed hard and turned his attention to the wad of cloth as he began to tie it in knots.

Rogue, however, was trying not to hyperventilate. She had DIED??? Really died? Not the same kind of death as Logan, who just regenerated continuously, but the kind of death from which one doesn't normally return. She had never entertained thoughts of death or suicide. Not really. Sure she had thought about how much easier life would be is she were dead, but that would just defeat the whole point of life.

She licked her lips. Her mouth was suddenly dry and she was aching for water.

"Huh," she finally uttered after a few moments of contemplation.

"Dat's it, just, 'huh.' Y' DIED Rogue. Don't it deserve more den dat?" he seemed angry for some reason she couldn't understand at the moment. What was the big deal to him anyhow? He shouldn't even care.

"What's it matter t' you? Ah'd think you'd rather me be dead. Ah mean, really that's probably the best thing all around, right? If ah'm dead, then Apocalypse doesn't have me t' use as a weapon or," she shuddered, "or whatever the hell he wants with me. It's kinda win/win that way ain't it?"

Gambit didn't appear to see it that way though and his eyes flashed angrily.

"No, it ain't win/win 'cause you'd be dead! Don't dat matter none t' you or did I risk MY life for nothing when I rescued you?"

"Rescued? You call THAT a rescue?! HA! A buncha blind hyena's could done a better job at rescuin' me!" her voice raised a pitch as she glared up at him. She finally managed to prop herself up a tad, but didn't want to sit up completely for fear of losing the coat again. And exactly how did she lose it in the first place?

"You pull me out of a 10 story hole in a mountain to fall in a river, which miraculously didn't kill us on the spot, then ah drown, nearly get found by those monsters, get attacked by Apocalypse in mah dreams and now ah've got broken ribs t' boot? Oh yeah, you did a FINE job of rescuin' me Gambit. Maybe next time you should leave it to the professionals – you know the people who DON'T work for crazies like Magneto."

Gambit held back a grimace, but he couldn't stop his eyes from flashing in anger. Couldn't stop the biting remarks from escaping his lips.

"At least Gambit's here t' rescue you! Don't see how you would a' got y'rself outta dere bein' so helpless and weak as y' were. An' y'r friends obviously ain't here t' help now are dey? So dat makes m' wonder… Why ain't dey here by now, eh? Mebbe dey just got tired a' havin' such a vapid connaise 'round spoilin' everyone's mood, eh? Mebbe dey decided dat d' Rogue jus' ain't wort' all de trouble she causin' and figure dey cut dere losses."

Her face was twisted up in rage as she glared at him, but he couldn't help noticing the way her eyes shone with moisture or how her chin quivered slightly despite it's fierce appearance.

"Gimme that dress an' git outta mah sight swamp rat. Ah want nothin' to do with you an' yer rescuing," she bit out as she turned away from him and held out her free hand.

Sighing, he dropped the silk in her outstretched palm and turned back toward the cave.

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K- I know, I'm sorry and I know. It's much, much shorter than anticipated, but I promised by Friday. Plus I wanted it posted for Halloween!

Second, I know this chapter probably feels off, but I'm hitting a freakin' road block here all the sudden. I'm almost out of ideas and I wasn't sure how to transition from here.

If anyone has some great advice for me, I'd really appreciate it. I have a forum on FFN called "Literary Discussion of Romy stories and more" that I would love to have people talk about "Getting Warmer" with me. I've already posted my plea for help on it, but sadly, no responses.

www (.) fanfiction(.)net / s / 3784232 / 11 / - just remove the (parenthesis) & spaces.

Please, please, please review, check out the forum, anything that will help me wrap my brain around this thing again. I'm going to go nuclear this weekend!

Love and light,

Wiccamage