Hello everyone, welcome to the newest chapter of TLWFF. Prepare yourselves for some feels.

The Life We Fight For

Chapter 19: Internal Dispute

Jazz sat in the library for a long time, thinking of her next move.

Vlad knew, all this time, that there was a chance that Maddie could lose her life. He had known and didn't tell them.

She had been ready to move on from her mother after she'd betrayed Danny, but now that there was a chance of getting her real self back...

The girl's tears had long since dried, and the future psychologist was in complete focus mode. Hiding this information from her had been a mistake on Vlad's part, sure, but hiding it from Danny was just plain suicidal. Danny would beat Vlad to a pulp if he found out the wrong way.

Jazz couldn't confront either of them now. She had to talk to Vlad without Danny knowing or possibly interfering, and for that, she had to wait. In the meantime, she had a brother to talk to.

The redheaded girl made her way to her brother's room where she made herself comfortable on his bed, admiring the nerdy space theme of the area.

Thinking about the newfound relationship between the two Halfas was complicated at best. Vlad was simply evil, someone who saw people as pawns or a means to an end. Danny, in contrast, had a strong sense of morality and would do anything to keep his loved ones safe.

There were like fire and ice, light and dark.

But after her recent talk with Vlad by Danny's bedside, Jazz sensed a change. Vlad wasn't completely heartless, he was only half ghost after all. His human emotions often took a backseat in his decision making, while Danny's emotions were always at the forefront.

Jazz believed wholeheartedly that Danny had the ability to appeal to Vlad's humanity, to break through the icy walls the billionaire had constructed around his heart. Danny was a knight for the good of others, even to the point of sacrificing his own happiness, Jazz's knew that more than anyone. If anyone could bring about change in the older man's heart, it was her brother.

So as Jazz waited, she imagined what life would be like with her brother here, in Vlad's care. Danny was not as independent as he seemed. Emotionally, Danny couldn't stand being alone, he needed someone to support and believe in him, even if the rest of the entire world wouldn't. Jazz always thought she would be that person for her little brother, but fate had a funny way of messing with your plans.

After an hour of deep thinking, Jazz could finally hear Danny coming down the hall, whistling to himself. She recognized the tune as the one the two halfas had been playing earlier, and smiled somewhat sorrowfully.

If Vlad didn't come clean about Maddie's doom, it could ruin Danny's trust in him for good.

Danny phased through the door and abruptly stopped, flinching in surprise at seeing Jazz. He relaxed in the next moment and put a hand to the back of his neck, breathing out shakily.

"Geez, Jazz!" Danny complained. "A little warning next time!"

Jazz tried to laugh but couldn't manage to remember how. She simply couldn't bring herself to do more than smile. She patted the space next to her and spoke with a serious but soft tone.

"I wanted to talk to you, without your shadow." She said.

Danny walked over with a slight scowl on his face. "He's not my-"

"I know." Jazz interrupted. "Just...sit."

Danny quirked an eyebrow upwards in confusion. Sure, he was used to his sister wanting to be involved in his life, but something about her eyes and demeanor said he should hold back any awkward jokes and listen.

As Danny sat down next to her Jazz was suddenly very aware that he was nearly her height. Danny wasn't her little 'kid' brother anymore. Jazz took a calming breath and stared at the door in front of them.

"Danny, I want you to be happy, you know that." She began. "I know being away from Mom and Dad is hard, but you still found it in your heart to give Vlad a chance, and that's a decision that I will always support..."

"I sense a 'but' coming..." Danny muttered. Jazz rolled her eyes.

"However, I need you to really think about what it is that makes you feel happy and why it is you're here, aside from the obvious reasons." Jazz stated matter-of-factly, and, as if teasing Danny's mind, she continued. "You're fourteen, you are allowed to think about yourself every once in awhile."

Danny curled up, holding his knees to his chest. He understood where his sister was coming from, but...

"It's not that simple, Jazz." Danny said, breathing deeply. "When I got my powers, I took on the responsibility of being a hero. That was my decision, but it was an easy one to make, because I had friends and family that needed me to be the superhero."

Danny flexed his fingers thoughtfully and laid his cheek on top of his knees, facing Jazz.

"Vlad...it's like he's so close to changing, being good, but I can't help but feel cautious around him. I don't want him to betray me, but I've never had to care about that before, so it's strange for me." Danny continued. "This is a decision that's wholly mine, a choice that I have to make. I'm used to looking to others for help, heck, I wouldn't have even gotten this far without Sam and Tucker beside me...I just wish someone could tell me what I need to do."

Jazz placed a gentle hand on her brother's shoulder, nodding in understanding. She really did feel sympathetic. Even though she could never have the forgiving and soft heart that Danny had- she was much too realistic- she wanted to encourage her brother to do what he believed was right. Danny had the moral code of an angel, never putting himself before others, always rushing to aid his loved ones.

Vlad needed someone like that. Jazz wished it were under other circumstances, but Danny was here now, under Vlad's care, by Vlad's side. What better way for Vlad to get closer to Danny.

The closer you are to the light, the stronger you are against the darkness.

"I can't tell you what the right choice is, Danny." Said Jazz. "But you know I'll always support you, no matter what."

"Thanks, Jazz." Danny replied, sighing. "I wish Sam and Tucker were here, I miss them."

Jazz nodded. "I'm sure they wish they could visit more often, too. But we can't risk another incident like the last one."

"That's just it, Jazz." Danny said, uncurling and suddenly bright eyed. "I have to get this guy, I know I can do it, but Vlad keeps telling to be patient, to wait for the opportunity to come...I don't know how long I can continue to do that."

Jazz frowned. She knew exactly why Vlad didn't want to take on Ivix yet. It was too soon, too risky. He hadn't come up with a solid way to free Maddie yet, they couldn't go fight right now.

"For right now, I think we should follow his advice." Jazz said carefully. "I know he wouldn't do anything to compromise what trust you have built up in these months. And for Vlad Masters, that's pretty rare."

Danny remained silent, annoyed and restless. Too long he's been cooped up in the mansion, afraid to be a normal teenager again. All he wanted was for things to go back to the way they had been, back to what he knew.

"All I'm asking is that you think about what I've said." Jazz continued. "This isn't just about saving mom and dad."

"Huh?"

Jazz rolled her eyes and stood up. "You'll figure it out."

With her piece said, Jazz turned and left Danny to himself and focused on her next target. She needed answers, and Danny certainly wasn't going to give them to her.

Indeed, Danny was being kept in the dark, both of them had been. The seriousness of their situation had always been there, but just how important it was that they win this battle was beginning to dawn on her.

Jazz was used to being able to see the positive side of most things, to see the glass half full. Lately, it seemed that her 'sunshine and rainbows' attitude was being pushed down in favor of grieving pessimism. She felt as if she'd already lost her mother. As if there was no real hope left.

Perhaps that is why Vlad kept Maddie's possible death a secret? Was there no way to save her, no possibility she could survive? Was Danny heroic determination just a waste of energy at this point?

Jazz shook her head. She couldn't allow herself to think like that. She had to remain positive. At least, for now.

For Danny.

Jazz finally found Vlad in his study, able to hear his annoyed voice having a conversation with what she assumed was an employee over the phone.

She would have laughed, had she been in the mood or mindset to do so. Danny definitely would have found Vlad's frustration funny. Now, Jazz simply opted to ignore it.

When there was a telling slam of plastic on plastic followed by a frustrated sigh, Jazz took that as her cue to enter. As she did, Vlad raised an eyebrow at her in curiosity.

"Come to analyze me already, Jasmine?" Vlad said, straightening up the strewn about documents sitting on his desk. From what she could see it looked like harmless paperwork, but one could never be sure with a man like Vlad.

"It's 'Jazz'." The girl replied, ignoring the billionaire's condescending question.

"Indeed it is."

Jazz walked over to the desk until she was a foot or two from it and steeled herself. She had to ask, because she needed answers. It was that simple. Yet...

"What exactly is your plan to take down Ivix?" Jazz began. She had no intention of confronting him just yet.

Vlad seemed confused by her question but it lasted less than a second before he was rapidly responding.

"It's a work in progress, my dear." Vlad shrugged off. "One can never plan too much."

Jazz rolled her eyes as Vlad's eyes scanned whatever document he had in his hands. A practiced answer from a practiced villain. She tried again.

"Danny won't wait forever, Vlad. He's dying to take this guy down for good." Jazz pushed. "Don't you think you should talk to him about this?"

Vlad smiled at Jazz in that insincere 'how cute' sort of way that made her skin crawl. He wasn't listening to her at all!

"If you're worried that Daniel will run off to fight this ghost alone, you don't need to worry about it. Everything will work out." The man said.

"Everything will work out? Really?" Jazz scoffed. "Is that what you're telling yourself? Two months you've been here living like usual and you haven't even figured out your plan of attack?"

That seemed to get Vlad's attention. The billionaire placed the paper in the desk and folded his arms over his chest, looking at Jazz. If she weren't quite so angry, she might have been intimated.

"I certainly don't see you coming up with a miracle solution at this moment, miss Jasmine." Vlad shot at her. "Besides, there after variables that a silly girl like you could not possibly understand, things that must be considered in order for my plans to actually work."

Jazz forced her deep desire to shed tears to the back of her mind as she thought about the life of her mother hanging the balance. And Vlad was willing to keep them in the dark in favor of being cruel and deceitful. How Danny had lived with him this long, she'll never know.

She wanted Danny to be happy, and if that meant Vlad was in his life, so be it, but that didn't mean she would simply allow her brother to be manipulated by someone with such a repulsive sense of morality and dignity.

"You expect me to just leave my mother's life in your 'capable' hands, is that it?" Jazz finally said evenly.

Vlad tensed ever-so-slightly. It would have been a nearly undetectable change had she not been looking for it. But Jazz knew quite a bit about people. How they thought, how they felt, and how they reacted...

And Vlad's reaction said it all.

"That is the truth, isn't it?" Jazz continued. "Me and Danny, we put a lot of faith in you when we came here. And we continued to trust you because we believe that everyone deserves a second chance. Yet here you are, going back to being the villain. If you knew my mother was in this kind of danger, why hide it when you knew it would turn out like this? I thought you were supposed to be the genius here."

Vlad nearly scoffed at the girl's act. If she believed she would get some sort of heartfelt apology she was sorely mistaken.

How could he have shared that information, knowing full well that the chances of any of his plans succeeding in separating Maddie and Ivix safely were infinitesimal at best.

Vlad had given his all over the past few weeks to come up with something he could use to save the love of his life. All he had so far as a plan was just to kill Ivix in a moment when he is separated from Maddie's body. However, getting Ivix out in the first place would be dangerous in and of itself.

"So, you've figured it out. I was foolish to have underestimated you, Jasmine." Vlad conceded. He stood, slowly, carefully. "But there is something you have yet to understand, I'm afraid."

"Oh yeah?" Jazz scoffed, folding her arms.

"Priorities." Vlad said. "They differ from person to person, as do most things. Right now, my highest and most important priority is making sure your brother has a future and a home to return to. Whatever happens to you as a result of me fulfilling this task is merely...collateral damage."

"Therefore, as unfortunate as it is that we have come to this point, I must ensure that you do not tell Daniel what might happen to his mother, should my plans fail." Vlad's eyes changed from blue to a sickening bright red. "So, Jazz, if you decide to let the cat out of the bag at any time, I will ensure that neither you or any of Daniel's little friends have a future, anywhere. Colleges like Yale or Harvard will not even consider looking into you, and the workforce will gladly accept you, Samantha and Tucker as young, new fast food workers."

Jazz clenched her fists at her sides as her body tensed. She knew Vlad had enough power and influence- even without ghost powers- to make such a threat a reality, yet she refused to let the blackmail scare her.

"Do you honestly think I will keep this from Danny? I couldn't care less if I have to flip burgers all my life, my brother is more important than that!" Jazz snapped, matching Vlad's glare.

"Ah, I seemed to have forgotten the best part of this deal," Vlad grinned. "You seem to forget, that Daniel- and yourself, are currently runaways from parents that have threatened your lives time and again. Do you understand what that means-?"

"You can't force Danny to be your adopted son!" Jazz interrupted. Vlad laughed.

"Really? As far as the law is concerned, such a feat would be like taking candy from a baby! I could have Daniel legally bound to me within days and I'll ensure that he never sees you or his previous friends ever. again." Vlad said. "And I know you won't fight me now, Daniel means too much to you for you to jeopardize his happiness. Admit it, girl, it's checkmate."

Jazz couldn't help but feel like a cornered mouse, or the last standing piece on a chessboard. Why had she thought to take matters into her own hands?! She wasn't the hero, not like Danny.

Her eyes remained locked with Vlad's but they had lost their previous fire. They now held frustration...and also pity.

"He believes in you, you know?" She said, her voice soft. Vlad raised a confused eyebrow at her in reply.

"Danny wants to trust you, and- if your words to me at Danny's bedside were true- you care for him, at least a little." Jazz finally looked away, to the blueprints pushed to the side of the desk that she recognized as the designs for Danny's Ecto Signature Projector. "That means something. To him, and to me."

"I won't say anything to Danny. But believe me Vlad, if this comes out and Danny sees you for what you really are, you can kiss your trust in each other goodbye."

With her piece said, Jazz felt uncharacteristically numb as she turned to leave Vlad's study. The weight of her speech settling between them held such suspense and emotion that Vlad didn't even care to reply and simply watched her go, his eyes clearing into his normal human, blue irises.

Vlad let a fist drop against the desk with a satisfying 'Thump' of anger. He forced himself to breathe deeply and relax as he absorbed the older sibling's advice.

Vlad was no fool. He knew that Daniel would be livid if he found out Vlad was hiding something concerning his family's well fare from him. Especially at a time such as this.

But it was addicting, having Daniel look at him with something other than hate, to talk and be able to stand each other's presence without a battle breaking out! To possibly give all of that up, just for the sake of being the good guy...

Was it worth it?

Vlad stood in silence for several minutes, thinking about and weighing his choices for this situation. It was not his turn to move, and he had to make this turn count. But would his decision be his saving grace or his doomed downfall?

The billionaire walked out of his study and into the hall with a solemn expression on his face. It seemed like today was fated to be an unpleasant one.

And as the man spotted the infamous half ghost come around the corner towards him, he wondered just how much the universe wished to punish him today.

"Oh, there you are. Jazz said you were busy, but I guess not..." Danny looked at Vlad with a curious tilt of his head. "Uh...you okay?"

Vlad forced himself to smirk and loosen the tension threatening to turn him into a coiled spring.

"Concerned, little badger?" Vlad teased half-heartedly.

Danny blanched at the nickname and shrugged, now more irritated than curious. "Whatever."

"Was there something in particular you wanted, Daniel?" Vlad pushed, eager to get as far away from Daniel as possible.

He loathed to admit it, but he was feeling a tad bit...guilty. Daniel didn't deserve half of what was now happening to him, and here he was, back to his evil ways, manipulating and scheming all so that he could live the life he'd always wanted to.

But didn't he deserve that much? Out of all the misfortunes in his life, hadn't he earned this small bit of happiness in his otherwise mundane and morbid existence?

Didn't he deserve to have a son like Daniel?

"Oh, yeah!" Danny's eyes lit up as he remembered. "Well, I was kinda hoping you weren't busy right now because I really wanted to ask you a little more about duplicating- I know you want me to keep studying the basics but I can feel it Vlad! I'm this close!"

Danny's childish stressing on his words almost made Vlad chuckle, but the mere idea of being close to Daniel at the moment brought an uncomfortable feeling to his brain, one he would've bring himself to endure for the sake of training Daniel right now.

"I'm much too busy to walk you through such a complex ability, Daniel." Vlad said sharply, remaining stern although he longed to take his decision back as Danny's face fell. "Besides, such an ability is not simply perfected in one day."

"I-I know that." Danny replied, shifting on his feet. "I just thought you could tell me how to practice it more efficiently, or- I dunno, coach me through it..."

Vlad was growing more and more irritated at the fact that he could feel the guilt bubbling up inside him. It felt like there was a gnawing in his gut and a lump in his throat. He had to get away.

"As I've said, I have plenty of work to do and do not have time to spend holding your hand through an ability you honestly should have learned months ago." Vlad said coldly.

"Hey-!"

"Furthermore," Vlad interrupted. "I would like to once again stress to you how important it is that you stay away from my ghost portal and do not, ever, go into the Ghost Zone without my permission. I cannot protect you if you won't protect yourself."

Danny seemed confused for a few moments before he finally made the connection.

"Jazz totally snitched on me, didn't she?" Danny said, appalled. When Vlad didn't respond right away, Danny knew he was correct and cried, "Unfair!"

Vlad rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to laugh. Daniel was missing the point.

"I mean it Daniel, I don't believe I need to remind you of the consequences should you disobey me on this." Vlad said, his tone just a bit softer.

Danny flushed slightly pink. "Yeah yeah, I get it already."

Vlad nodded. "Good. Now then, I suggest you find something productive with which to spend your afternoon, as I will be absent for the remainder of the day. I cannot entertain you, so find something to do that is as harmless to your well-being and the wellbeing of my house as possible, please."

With that, Vlad turned and walked in the opposite direction he'd been heading in. Danny scoffed at the man as he turned his back on him.

"I'm not a wild animal, fruitloop!" He exclaimed.

Now alone in a huge mansion with Vlad leaving for the rest of the day Danny felt oddly isolated. There were many things to do, the place had it's on bowling alley after all, but it didn't feel as cool experiencing all those things by yourself.

When Jazz had passed by him in the hallway she'd also mentioned that she'd be reading in her room and didn't want to be disturbed for a while, which Danny found extremely confusing. Jazz had been nothing but vigilant these past few days and now he felt as if he was the only poor soul out of the loop.

He supposed this is why his friends often called him clueless.

So as Danny made his way down to the kitchen, deciding to literally follow his gut and head for food, he pulled out his cell phone and messaged Sam. She had class and he knew that, but being alone just wasn't his thing.

He wasn't like Vlad. Had Danny been the one cast out of society and alone, he most likely wouldn't have been able to handle it. People kept him grounded, almost sheltered, in reality. Sam and Tucker both had a share in keeping him sane while he went out fighting ghosts everyday and trying to keep his grades up as well as have a social life...

Besides, Sam always knew just the right things to say to motivate him.

Once she confirmed that she could talk, Danny dialed her number and called. It felt good, in a normal, everyday way, to be calling his friends again. Even if it was just to let them know he was okay.

"Hey, Danny." Sam answered, having picked up on the second ring. "What's Up?"

Danny almost sighed in relief. Something about knowing she was okay, talking to him like she would on any normal day, gave him a sense of peace.

"Hi Sam, I just wanted to hear you-" Danny realized the weirdness of his words and blathered on, "B-Because it's just so quiet and boring around here, and it has been a while- well, not really a while but-!"

He could hear snorting laughter on the other end and took that as his cue to shut up. Danny brought a hand to his face and lit it up with cold energy, trying to cool his reddened face.

"I'm guessing the fruitloop finally gave you a break? Jazz has been non-stop complaining about how close he is to you now!" Sam said.

"He's tutoring me, he's not my babysitter!" Danny protested. "And he's giving me more than just a break- I think he's avoiding me."

Sam raised an eyebrow from her position seated under the bleachers, her new hiding spot for when class was in session.

She knew Vlad and Danny were...allies. Close wasn't quite the right word, and they were far from friends.

Sam wasn't sure when exactly she decided Vlad being around Danny was a good thing, but she had gotten plenty of time to talk to Jazz and they'd both come to the agreement that Danny was safest, and happiest with Vlad.

She knew, more than anyone, that Danny's first instinct was to protect. It was almost like his default. With Vlad, he could relax, there was someone other than himself with powers, someone he could look up to.

It didn't stop her from remembering Vlad's history, however. Sam was young, but she wasn't a fool. Vlad was the villain of all villains as far as she was concerned, and though he was still half human, Sam would always be hesitant to give him a second chance to change his ways.

"And that's a bad thing?" Sam replied, smirking. "Or... You don't think he's back to evil scheming already, right?"

Danny rolled his eyes. "I'm serious, Sam. Something's up."

"So, talk to him!"

Danny yanked his hand away from his face, now gesturing as he spoke rapidly.

"Me, talk to him?!" Danny asked incredulously. "I can barely crack a joke around the guy without getting- I mean, without him blowing up."

Great, his face was red again.

Sam sighed. 'And everyone says us girls are complicated.' She thought.

"If he's plotting something, you've gotta put a stop to it, Danny." Sam said. "But, it could be something else entirely. The best way to proceed at this point would be just to talk to the guy. He's not Dracula, you know."

'He might as well be, with those creepy red eyes.' Danny thought.

He considered Sam's thought. His track record wasn't the greatest when it came to being tactful, but then again, he and Vlad had been getting along lately...

"You're right," Danny sighed, then rolled his eyes. "As usual."

Sam bowed slightly, even though Danny couldn't see it. "Always a pleasure, dear sir."

Danny rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of whether he should tell Sam how he was thinking of going after Ivix.

"Seriously though, are you okay with...everything?" He heard Sam say after a few moments of silence.

She could read him like an open book. And honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way, as chest as it sounds.

"Truthfully? No, I'm not okay." Danny said. "I should be at home, worrying about homework and chores, not here in this empty house praying my mom lives to see tomorrow."

"Danny..."

"I know," Danny said. "I have to believe, keep my hopes high and wait for the right moment to strike, but I can't just keep sitting around waiting to be attacked! I can't Sam, I need to get this ghost, not just capture him, he needs to pay for what he's done!"

"Sounds an awful lot like you want to kill this guy."

Danny blinked dumbly. He was tense, drawn up to his full height and pacing back and forth. He felt like a coiled spring.

Did he want to kill Ivix?

"You're many things, Danny Fenton. Goofy, heroic, clueless...but a murderer is not one of them." Sam said when Danny didn't answer right away. "You don't have to do this alone, you've never had to before, and you shouldn't start now. We're a team, you, me, Tucker and Jazz, and now Vlad, too."

Danny forced himself to relax his muscles, focusing on Sam's sincere, soft voice. It was the voice she used only when they were together, when she could put her cold exterior aside for the moment, purely running on emotion.

"I know." Danny finally replied. "I'm just, I don't know...-"

"You're afraid." Sam interjected. "It's okay to be. I'm always going to be here for you."

Danny smiled genuinely for the first time in what seemed like years. "How come you always know exactly what to say?"

"Somebody has to, dummy."

"Either way, I still appreciate it." Danny said.

"Anytime, Mr. Hero."

After ending his call with Sam, Danny killed time by taking advantage of Vlad's home theater and rotting his brain with Sci-fi films. Throughout the afternoon however, he could never completely focus.

His mind kept wandering back to Ivix, and all of the unknowns surrounding him. What kind of person goes after half-ghosts, and messes with humans? Who was Deus Ivix?

There weren't enough answers for Danny to feel comfortable, heck, he'd only seen a glimpse of the ghost's real form!

Danny pushed himself to think, the movie in front of him completely forgotten. How could he figure out more about Ivix? What could he do that Vlad hadn't tried already?

Suddenly, like a static shock, he realized it.

His nightmares. Ivix had always antagonized him through nightmares!

With Vlad's Projector device on at night he had all but forgotten about the ghost entering his dreams.

But there was still the risk that came with such a plan. Ivix had taken control of him before, and he'd been nearly killed each time.

Telling Vlad was definitely not an option, so he'd have to accept the risk. He would need to be strong enough to get through the dream, confront Ivix, and get out, safely.

Not a plan likely to go well, Danny would admit- but it was the best he could come up with.

When evening finally arrived and Jazz had said goodnight to him shortly after dinner, Danny went straight up to bed. Danny sat in his bedroom staring at the small box on his bedside table with hesitation.

He hadn't seen Vlad all day. He hadn't bothered to show his face for dinner, nor did Danny find him in his favorite sitting room with the huge fireplace where he would often relax as the sun went down.

It felt odd, being so used to the man's presence and now suddenly experiencing the opposite.

Danny shook his head, focusing on the task at hand. He wasn't even close to ready, but he swallowed his doubt and snatched the box from the night stand. He quickly turned the square thing off and set it back quickly, as if he was doing something he shouldn't.

Laying back onto his bed, Danny stared at the ceiling, as if suddenly forgetting how to fall asleep. How did people do it again? Count sheep, read?

Danny settled for remembering the best times he'd spent with his parents, his mother specifically. He could feel himself smiling in the darkness, remembering the Thanksgiving dinners where they ended up fighting for their lives against zombie turkeys, and the time Maddie and Danny had gotten stranded in the woods after Vlad had tricked them, definitely a story he would save for his kids one day.

Without realizing it, Danny's eyes slid closed and his breathing evened out. With a final sigh, he slipped into unconsciousness.

Next Chapter: It's time for some answers, but at what cost?

So, it's that time of year again. Feels like only yesterday I was writing the first chapter of this story, geez.

Anywhoo- Hope you all have a Merry CHRISTmas, and if you liked this chapter please drop me a 'Sparkle' in the reviews~

-P