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Trigger: … I need sleep.
Warning: There is mention of a substance that, while not banned in the United States, is under Federal Ban… where it is classified as a Schedule 1 drug under the CSA of 1970. If you would prefer to skip this chapter, you can. If you'd want to avoid its mention, skip from one warning spot to the other.
Navigating the Curve
By Juliette Lyst
Near And Far And Always
Parallel Worlds - Parallel Lives (Alternate Universe)
Apartment C19 - The Ascend
Evening
"… I'm sorry," the redhead murmured, wondering if she'd heard right. She heard her heart pounding in her ears. It wasn't possible, was it? "Who did you say you were?" She heard her caller clear his throat.
The wait after that seemed to last for hours instead of seconds.
"I said it's Peter Parker," he replied.
There was a brief moment of silence as MJ attempted to absorb his answer. Hadn't she just asked herself if it was remotely possible that he'd call? She had immediately decided he would not. Yet here he was… proving that she was wrong on that front. She began to wonder what else she'd misjudged him on.
Then again… "I see…" her voice trailed off. Well, what do I do now? she wondered. The moment I wanted, and I just…
More than a little unnerved at the silence, Peter spoke up. "If you'd prefer me to call at a different ti—"
"No, no!" she spoke, quickly interrupted him. "That's fine. I'm just a bit… surprised that you called." Shaking her head then, she took a few steps and sat on the side of her bed.
"Why?" he asked. "I thought that was why you left me your card right? To give you a call?"
"Yes," MJ agreed. "But…" Again, her voice trailed off. She was taken aback, because while having an interview with him was her intention, she had already convinced herself that nothing would come of it.
He would never call.
But… why would she bother leaving her card in the first place? Did… did she want him to call or not?
"Let me guess," Peter spoke. "You assumed I would never call. Is that right?"
Giving out a half laugh, MJ ran her fingers irritably through her hair. "You could say that, yes."
"I was calling about the interview you wanted…" he began. "If you never wanted me to call, why did you give me your card?" he asked.
There was a brief pause when neither of them spoke.
Baxter Building
Peter & Jen's Room
Peter was currently standing outside the room he shared with Jen, pacing back and forth in front of the closed door. He'd decided to make the call, despite his reservations over it.
Alright! It was done.
But…
Now what?
Neither he or the redhead were speaking. Instead, he had to listen to the finely tuned symphony of silence on the other end of the line. This was a waste of time. He decided, feeling strangely numb. His intention had been to reach out and try to resolve the unspoken tension between the two of them. What he remembered of his first encounter with her was the fury… the rage on her face… then the sadness in her eyes.
Just what did this universe's Peter Parker do to her?
"Look," he began, after taking a deep breath. "I… I'm sorry. I can tell I caught you at a bad time and—"
"I already told you," she replied, with heat in her voice, "That's it's fine."
"Umm…" Peter hesitated, uncertain what he could say.
"So…"
The stifling pauses returned to their conversation. It was awkward for both of them… for different reasons.
Peter stopped pacing and remained standing in place outside the door. He was frowning and had one arm crossed over his chest. Now, he was beginning to feel annoyed. When he was asked to call, he had done so! What was the problem here? Maybe I should have left it alone… like Jen suggested…
"The one who should be apologizing is me," Mary Jane continued. "I was so hung up on the idea that you would never call."
Peter's shoulders sagged. "Then why did you give me a card?"
Apartment C19 - The Ascend
"I…" MJ paused, swallowing hard. Her eyes were beginning to water. "…To be honest with you Peter… I'm not entirely sure myself." She let out a heavy sigh. "At the time, I was moving on impulse…" Despite hearing the silence, she kept pushing forward. "I was upset. I was so upset to see both of you."
"I think…" Peter began, pausing briefly.
MJ bit her bottom lip, a frown marring her features.
"That we need to settle things between us…"
It was what he didn't say that caught Mary Jane's attention. He sounded very guarded, but not nearly as reluctant as she expected.
"It's the best thing for everyone involved," he continued. "So, everyone can get on with their lives without this hanging over us."
Red brows drew down sharply, a faint scowl on MJ's face. She didn't appreciate the way he was speaking now. Before she could tell him that, she heard another voice.
"Pete?"
A reddish brow rose sharply at that. Jennifer? She wondered.
"Why are you up, honey?" he asked, pulling his attention away from the phone call. "Does Chip want anything?" He paused briefly, then his voice changed… a bit of alarm in it. "Wait, is something wrong with you?"
Mary Jane pulled the phone away a bit and stared at it. What caused that reaction?
"No. Don't worry, Pete." Jennifer chuckle. "I'm just wondering why you're out here instead of in our bed."
"Oh…" Peter paused, then exhaled in a rush. "Just handling a quick call, sweetie. I… might have to go out for a bit to handle some business."
"Oh? Is it something I can help you with?"
MJ blinked, exasperated. Had they—or had he for that matter—forgotten she was on the phone?
"No, it's fine. It shouldn't take me too long."
"Hmm…"
Baxter Building
Peter & Jen's Room
Offering a small smile, Peter reached down, resting his hand on Jennifer's belly. He felt warmth suffuse his features when her hands rested on top of his. "It would be best if you stayed here," he continued. "You know what Reed told you—"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jennifer replied, annoyed. The brunette did not look happy. "Rest, food… no sex." She whimpered. "I can't believe he put me on pelvic rest." Her eyes began to water again… just like they had before. "What did I do to deserve that?"
Peter snorted, trying to hold in a laugh. "It's for your own good." He looked towards their bed. "Go on and get back in bed. I'll be in shortly."
Pouting, Jennifer crossed her arms. She didn't want to. "Sick of sleeping."
"It's for Chip…" Peter noticed how her eyes widened at that, and she nodded quickly. "Get back in bed."
"… Can I get a snack first?"
"Sure." Noting her grin, Peter grinned back as she passed him. After a moment, his features hardened just a little and he returned to the call. "I think we should meet in person to deal with your proposal."
"Proposal?" MJ asked, a bit confused.
"You wanted an interview tonight, right?" he asked, keeping his voice low.
Caught off guard, MJ floundered just a bit. "Uhh… I…"
"Give me an address, and I'll be there," he spoke. Peter straightened up a bit, seeing Jennifer walking towards him. "What do you have there?" he asked.
"Cinnamon roll," she replied with a slight smirk.
"Go ahead and enjoy that…" Peter replied, peeking over to see the small plate she was carrying. "Chocolate chips and all."
"Alright," As Jennifer stepped through the door, she paused. "Pete?"
Glancing over, Peter gave her his full attention. "Hmm?"
"Be careful out there, yeah?" She offered him a wide smile. "Chip wants her father to come back in one piece."
"So does Chip's momma." He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I'll be careful."
Exhaling carefully after the door closed, Peter turned his attention back to the call. "Are you still there?"
Apartment C19 - The Ascend
Features crumpled up; MJ had a hand over her mouth… holding back sobs… from hearing their interaction on the phone. It was so sickeningly sweet… and she wanted the ground to open up under her. He never did that for me! Her eyes fluttered closed, tears tracking down her cheeks.
Why, oh why did Peter never want to share intimate moments like that with her?
What was wrong with her?
Had she been too greedy to want more out of her marriage? Fidelity was something that he never gave her… he also refused to have children. Had told her that "maybe in the future" they could talk about it again.
But that time never came.
Attempting to bring up the conversation was deflected. At the time, he always seemed grieved and frustrated… and told her they would talk "later."
He was always conveniently away when there were problems that she needed his help to solve too… but never far away when it was time for meals.
And over time, she came to realize it was a good idea to not have a child with a man so irresponsible and selfish.
But then this happens… and it was rocking her to the core.
"Hello?"
"I—" she hiccupped, clapping a hand over her mouth.
"Just… text me the location, and I'll be there shortly."
When the phone call ended, Mary Jane tossed her phone across the room… and burst into tears. For the longest time, the only sound heard in the apartment was sobbing. The pain she felt was intense. I… I don't understand…
She shivered. What makes her so much better than me?
11:25PM
Slightly glazed blue eyes fluttered open. Her wayward thoughts were calm for a brief period until she glanced at the clock. Oh no…
It was far too late for them to meet… but she still decided to text him a location. She grimaced a bit… seeing that the screen on her phone was now cracked. That was so stupid…
… Only to be shocked when he immediately responded.
'I'm on my way.'
Almost dropping the phone then, MJ stood staring into space for a few minutes.
She'd thrown out the hook… and he had grabbed on tight.
Just exactly what she never would have expected.
But… What now?
Undisclosed Location
11:43PM
Not surprisingly, Peter arrived long before the redhead did. While he waited, he stuffed his hands into his pockets. I hope this works out… Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't like the unease he felt around her. Obviously, the Mary Jane of this universe had been hurt badly by Peter Parker. She said they'd been together for six years… and from what else he heard…
"He kept cheating on her…" Grimacing at that, he lightly shook his head. Why the man would do that… when he had a beautiful wife at home—it was confounding. I would never have done that…
And… he unfortunately was privy to additional information about both MJ, Peter… and Jennifer. He shivered then, worried. He hadn't shared what he knew with his wife. She was so happy now… and he didn't want to ruin that. I have to keep this away from her… How was he able to tell Jennifer… that the man who fathered her child was involved with another woman? Especially with how deeply that relationship was. He was married. And yet he still…
The knowledge left a nasty taste in his mouth. Trying to think about what he would say had him fidgeting more than was normal. How can I? he mentally whimpered. What can I? the young webslinger felt himself near tears… thinking about how his words would affect Mary Jane. Of the two women, he would need to let her know what happened.
That her husband had stepped out and impregnated someone else… all without telling her. Then, abandoned said child.
A car pulled up then.
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Peter lifted his head and looked over; his eyes were reddish from unshed tears.
The car parked a distance away and as the door opened, a cloud of smoke escaped. To steady her nerves, Mary Jane was smoking heavily. Again. She always needed the help nicotine gave her… but this time, she was smoking a different thing entirely. As she glanced in Peter's direction, smoked rolled out from her nostrils.
Unable to restrain it, Peter grimaced… horror written on his features. Especially when the smell reached him. What one earth…? The MJ he knew would never have turned to drugs… or alcohol… to cope.
In full view, MJ took another hard pull from the hand rolled 'cigarette' in her hand, before dropping it on the ground and stomping it with the toe of her boot. She reached back into her car to retrieve the legal pad she usually carried. While the nature of their meeting tonight was something else entirely, she was still determined to get a brief interview about Morris Walters too.
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Slamming her car door closed with her hip, the redhead walked towards him… and was surprised when he waved at her. With both hands. Was he warding her off?
"Please. I want to talk, but I'd like you to stay a distance away from me," he explained.
MJ frowned, but understood.
"Gotcha," she replied, nodding. Likely because of the baby…. she mentally grumbled. Still, she couldn't argue the point with him.
"T—Thank you," he breathed… relieved. Still, he would make sure to air himself out before he went back into the Baxter Building.
"Alright," she began, her voice growing firm. "I have a few questions for you, Mister Parker." Her features tightened.
He nodded. "Okay." He folded his arms.
"Question one… Are you Peter Parker?" she noticed the surprise on his face. "The real Peter Parker and not some imposter?"
Well… "Yes and no," he replied.
She frowned. "What does that even mean? Make it make some sense."
"While I am Peter Parker… I am not the one you know," he watched as his words started sinking in. "I'm not an imposter of Peter Parker, but am in fact… him."
"That's… confusing," she replied, unsure what she was feeling with this new information.
"I've heard that before, yes." He nodded. "However, I am from a closely parallel universe. So, as I said… I am Peter Parker; I am not the Peter Parker from here."
"So…" she paused a moment. "In other words, the Peter Parker from here is—"
"Dead," he supplied. "I just arrived here at the end of June or so…" Swallowing hard, he watched the questions start to multiply in her eyes.
"Wait, end of June?" she asked. "So—" Does that mean…?
"No. I'm not the baby's father," he added. He watched as MJ's eyes bugged out. His shoulders sagged, distress on his face. It was best to just rip off the bandage… There was no 'gentle' way to state it. The knowledge hurt too. Poor Jenny… and poor Chip.
Blue eyes wide and unblinking, Mary Jane felt herself struck silent. Tears filled her eyes. What? But… he… I… Wh—What? H—How could… Her mind went blank.
"I'm so sorry he did that to you, Mary Jane." His thoughts drifted back to Jen… imagining her sleeping in their bed… snoring like always. He was pretty sure that Chip was already up, dancing around like she always did—right when Jen was trying to get some sleep. "It wasn't right at—"
"Parker…" MJ pinched the bridge of her nose, her eyes becoming heavily lidded. "You're telling me that while he was still married to me, he got another woman pregnant?" She paused. "Is that true?"
Peter nodded. "She doesn't know."
"…I want to say I'm surprised," the redhead spoke, her voice soft. "But I'm not." She looked Peter in the eyes. "It was bound to happen at some point." She looked away briefly.
Peter sighed.
"What I do not understand is why he never told me…"
"He asked Jen to get rid of it." He was not shocked to see MJ's head whip in his direction.
"He… he what?"
Questions… disappointment and heartache seemed to be on the menu for today… and MJ was being served it in spades.
"He didn't want the baby. From what she's told me; they were off and on for some time before she got pregnant. And he… did not take the news well." In fact, Peter thought grimly, she told me that he was taunting her and trying to goad a reaction out of her. "And after that, he up and abandoned her."
"Oh my—"
"She's had a terrible blow to her self-esteem as a result. And trust… she was uncertain about me for some time. But drawn at the same time… if that makes any sense?"
MJ inclined her head to the right.
"She said I looked so much like him... but that I was so different in how I treated her. I had a beard at the time too so—"
"A beard?" MJ asked, nonplused. The Peter she knew hated having body hair at all. He would have never let himself grow a beard. He's not lying to me… she realized. How could he be dishonest about so much of this? Even the way he addressed her was different. The Peter she was once married to only showed real concern for himself.
"Yep," he replied. "Grew it while I was…" his words faltered. How was he supposed to explain this one? He saw the question in MJ's eyes. "I was away for a while… grew it there and ended up here."
"How… did you get here?" the redhaired woman asked. She was genuinely interested. The longer she spoke with this man, the more she realized how poorly she'd judged him.
Peter cleared his throat… his eyes narrowed. The images were still so vividly in mind. Maybe I never want to tell anyone… because of how I failed. Had he been faster, maybe he could have stopped Octavius. Then again… He looked so sick back then. He knew that something was seriously wrong with the scientist, but never had the chance to find out what.
"Peter?"
The question drew him out of the painful loop of memories. "I… I don't think you want to know."
"Try me…" the redhead challenged. Her legal pad was still untouched.
"Doc Ock had a demonstration. It was being hosted at Pier Sixty," Peter began, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "He claimed it was going to revolutionize life as we knew it. Instead…" Peter looked up at the sky. "His plans weren't really to help anyone but himself."
"What did this demonstration involve?" she asked, eyes narrowed. She could tell that Peter was very uncomfortable talking about Octavius.
"Two different objects. One of them was a chamber… and the main one seemed to be some sort of helmet."
"A helmet?"
"Yes," he confirmed, glancing away. "We ended up fighting because I knew he was up to no good. During the scuffle, he tried and managed to force the helmet onto my head. I think… that I broke the remote control that controlled the chamber." Peter shivered just a bit. "In the struggle to get away from the doc, I hurled us towards the opposite wall, then threw us straight at the chamber. I… I didn't realize what was happening until I…" his voice failed.
Patiently, MJ listened to him.
"S—Something happened to the Doc." He lifted his eyes and looked at the redhead. "I'm not sure what, but he grabbed his chest and started bleeding from the mouth—" Peter easily saw the horror on her face. "And the field of that chamber… it turned him into dust."
"But…" She hesitated, unsure what she could say.
"I think the helmet protected me," he added. "I found myself spinning through a corridor that was so bright… I couldn't see for a while." His shoulders sagged. "And when I was able to see… I found myself hurtling towards the ground… with nothing to break my fall."
They stood quiet after he finished speaking. MJ could tell from the crestfallen expression on his face that everything he told her had been—"What happened to the helmet? A—And… how did you survive?"
"I'm not sure," Peter replied. "Because it caught on fire after I hit the ground. Burned off half my mask. As for its location… I gave it to Reed… in the hopes he can figure out what it is."
"And how you can get back?" she asked.
The young hero nodded. "If it got me here, it should be able to get me back."
Red brows furrowed. "Are you eager to get home?"
Peter closed his mouth… and the question hung in the air between them. He was uncertain what he could say… or even what he should. He'd already given the reporter more information than he thought he would. Her being so receptive had a hand in this. Had she remained angry, the conversation between them would be very short.
MJ fidgeted, holding the legal pad to her chest.
"I'm not sure how to answer that," Peter finally responded. "What counts as home?" He locked eyes with MJ, expecting her to give a decent enough definition. While he had been determined to return home before, now… he wasn't so sure.
"W…W—Where you're from," she replied. "Right?"
Peter shrugged. "My home is wherever my wife and child are now."
Mary Jane remained quiet… uncertainty in her eyes.
"I've already told Reed… if he can't get me home with Jen and Chip, we'll stay here. Leaving them behind is not an option for me."
"How much of this does Jen kn—"
"If you are referring to the Doc," Peter interrupted her. "None of it. I haven't shared it with her." He looked at his hands, still remembering the terror of seeing the scientist turn into dust… and being completely unable to help him. "And…" He sucked in a deep breath. "I don't plan on telling her about the Doc." He looked at MJ. "Or about how Peter was married." At least not yet, he mentally grumbled.
"…Why?" the journalist asked. "Why keep it from her? Parker, you know the risks involved with holding in secrets, don't you?"
"I'd rather take the risk… than intentionally aggravate her condition," he replied. "It's not an option, but a choice."
Mary Jane's eyes narrowed, a question in their depths.
"I've told you more than enough," he continued. "I would, in return, ask for you to please respect my request for privacy… and don't tell Jen anything."
"… I can do that."
"Also," Peter spoke… his features hardening. "I'm also asking for you to leave us alone from now on. I could easily claim that 'it's not you, it's me'… except it is you. And it is me. And it is Peter… between us."
MJ's mouth hung open.
"I'm sorry for hurting your feelings," his voice echoed the frustration he was feeling… "I really am. But I care more about Jen's health and happiness." His countenance darkened. "And I won't let anyone or anything disrupt her happiness." Especially not now. "Not even if it's me… I won't let me cause her distress."
Trembling now… and not from the weather, Mary Jane nodded. "You have my word."
Offering a short wave to her, Peter stuck both hands in his pockets and began the trek back home.
Mary Jane stood quietly watching as his form disappeared into the distance.
Baxter Building
Peter & Jen's Room
September 15th – 5:03AM
While Jennifer continued to doze, Peter turned his gaze at the closed curtains. Soon, he knew, the sun would rise in the sky. Was that trip worth it? he wondered. While it's true that his last encounter with Mary Jane was more eventful than he expected, he was certain that his point was made.
He agreed to meet with her.
He spoke with her.
He warned her.
That should be the end of it… he thought, his features creasing into a faint smile at the movement under his hand. Glancing down, he carefully moved his hand to the part of Jen's belly that had the most activity.
Jen let out a small groan, her fingers seeking out his hand in sleep.
He grinned, granting her unconscious request.
Main Universe
Undisclosed Location – 9am
In the corner of a café sat a pale man, wearing shades. Currently, he was drinking slowly through a straw, the beverage cup dangling loosely between his fingers… observing newcomers and staring outside the window.
"Here you are," a male server spoke, placing a plate on the table.
"Thank you," he murmured, offering a half smile. Looking down at the plate, he set the cup down and picked up a jelly-filled powdered donut. I need to do this more often… He had to admit… he enjoyed the break from being in the lab.
The fresh air was good, for one… also he had time away from Ainsleigh to think. Should I do the diagnostic? Would he even be able to? The silver bot was very independent… was displaying this more as time went on.
She…
No.
It… It might object.
What if I'm refused? The bots he built were designed to sustain themselves… "That was a mistake on my part," he murmured to himself, biting into the donut. Who knew that artificial intelligence would advance as far as it had? Especially with how much detail he'd built into the designs of the bodies of his bots.
Due to recent events, he'd decided to not make another gynoid with such distinctive features.
But now…
Maybe I should have stuck to male models?
Would it have mattered? "Probably not," he mumbled, still talking to himself. The problem had to do with the design… HEA was built completely differently to Ashley… and both of them were inferior to Ainsleigh. I'm glad, he thought. It's good that she has no facial features. The last thing he needed was to have a second female face with such animated expressions.
He still remembered the cold sensation when Ashley kissed him. For the rest of his life, he wouldn't feel anything as alien as that was. Her mouth had tasted like aged iron… a wholly unique experience. Unpleasant to an extent… welcome to others. Licking powdered frosting from the corner of his mouth, he took another bite of the donut. He was rewarded with a burst of sweet and tart jelly.
For a brief moment, his mind went blank… as he was transported to a time when raspberry-filled donuts were a rare treat. Mom wasn't always so bad… He received the treats when he obeyed her orders. But… it had to be a considerable number of them. After a while, it started to seem like she stopped counting or just didn't care anymore.
Maybe so.
Maybe both.
Despite his complicated relationship with his mother, he still kept tabs on her. For… reasons. Hearing a notification on his phone, he unlocked the screen and began reading. "Only half…" he grunted. The bank was only going to give him half of the money he was attempting to withdraw. If he wanted the full amount, it might be another week entirely. White, bush brows smashed together. They won't take a half payment…
With a disgusted sigh, he realized he would need to return to the Bugle and let them know of the delay. And hope no one would buy the paper before he did. Not that it was likely… considering how much they wanted.
"A call won't do," he decided. He looked up and waved over his server.
"Sir?" the young man asked.
"I'd like two more of these… and the bill." He grinned. I keep forgetting… Even though these were rare treats from his mother… he could have them whenever he wanted them.
Baxter Building
Lower Levels
"… not sure what to tell you," Jennifer's distinctive voice was audible down the hall. "Are you closer to solving the problem?" She was still in bed, resting off an experience… that very well could have killed her.
"Not sure what you want to hear, Jen." Ben replied, seated next to her… as he seemed to be doing nearly every day… all day. He knew that Johnny was starting to get annoyed about his constant presence… but he didn't really care. "Things out there are really hit and miss. Especially with the virus."
Nervously… and swallowing hard, the redhead continued to approach the open door. Reed and Sue had allowed her to travel around the building… as long as she stayed away from key areas. What they thought she'd do—of that she was uncertain. What she was aware of—now… was that a member of the team had taken ill. Never in her life would she have expected it to be… "Excuse me," she spoke up, announcing her presence a bit down the hall from the doorway.
An orange head peeked out the entryway. Blue eyes widened.
"Who is it, Ben?" Jennifer asked, wondering why he hadn't fully left the room.
"… a visitor," he replied, perplexed. Out of all people…
"Is it okay if I come in for a visit?" MJ asked, fidgeting just a bit.
Ben hesitated. He was already on edge because of how quickly she was sickened. He had grown protective. Maybe a teensy bit too protective.
"Sure," Jen's voice could be heard behind him.
Lips drawing into a thin line, Ben nodded and ducked back into the room.
The redhead followed right behind him.
Seeing who it was, Jennifer attempted to sit up a bit more… only able to do so with help. "Thanks," she murmured softly.
Mary Jane watched quietly as Ben took up a spot on the opposite side of the bed… and stood there.
Looking directly at her.
Quietly.
Unmoving.
The red-haired woman stared up at him, gulping. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do.
Reading the expression on MJ's face, she looked to her left. "Easy, Ben!" the green woman exclaimed. "She's not a hostile enemy," she waited until he turned those piercing blue eyes to her. "You can relax. She's not going to hurt me." When he demurred instead, lightly shaking his head… Jennifer sighed in exasperation. "How about this Benny Boy?"
Ben raised a brow.
"Either you calm down, or get out."
It was almost comical how quickly he relaxed from the stance of a sentry and contented himself to just sit on the floor.
Tsking slightly, Jennifer redirected her attention to MJ.
The red-head turned worried green eyes to Jen.
"Please," the viridian hued woman pointed at the lone chair in the room. "Just sit down."
Obediently doing so, the redhead pulled the chair closer. Did Ben sit on this? she wondered, noticing the sheer amount of space between the chair and bed.
"So… It's been a while," Jennifer stated, watching her visitor closely. Something's definitely wrong with her. "How've you been?"
Biting into her bottom lip, MJ looked away. "Not… not the best."
"Uh-huh," Jen replied. "I can see that." She noticed when the redhead flinched… wondering about that. "Can you elaborate, just a teeny bit?"
"I—I came down to visit with you, S—er—Jennifer," When the currently ailing powerhouse didn't react, MJ let out a quiet sigh of relief. She assumed that—depending on the location—Jennifer did not like to be referred to as "She-Hulk." This was likely one of those instances.
Dark green lips turned up at the corners. "That's very nice of you, Mary Jane." The hesitancy when addressing her was a bit odd, but she wasn't going to focus too much on that. "Yet… I find myself feeling very concerned for you," as she spoke, her eagle-eyed gaze was searching for subtle clues.
"There's no need," MJ replied quickly, her jaw trembling. She did her best to avoid eye contact. "I'm just fine. I came down when I heard you had been unwell. It… I didn't think you could get sick."
Deciding to let the matter slide for the time being, Jennifer maintained her easy smile. "I didn't either. But… I did." She shifted just a little to keep MJ's face in focus. "It's a good warning for all of us really."
Brows furrowed; MJ looked directly at her. "What… What do you mean?"
"If someone like me can get sick, Mary Jane," In fact I nearly died… Jennifer thought. "It means anyone can. Being big and strong means nothing. When it comes to things like this, we're the same as anyone else."
The redhead was quiet.
Ben looked between both women, noticing that Jennifer's demeanor was serious.
"It's not a bad thing to admit it when we're not well… when we feel weak. When we need help. You understand me, right Mary Jane?" She was rewarded with a tiny nod. "I wasn't just sick, MJ…"
The redhead frowned.
"I nearly died," she absorbed the shock she was on the receiving end of. "And that is not an exaggeration. Until they heal, I have the scars to prove it."
"You nearly flatlined," Ben chimed in from the floor. "We were very worried." One thing Ben was sure of… was how glad he was that it was Johnny with the paddles.
"Well, I'm glad to be above ground," Jennifer quipped, looking to him. She felt a bit apologetic for her blithe words when Ben flinched. "I'm also grateful you helped me." Very much so. She stretched out her left hand to him.
"Glad to be able to help," Ben replied. He took her hand in both of his, sitting up taller. "Just do me a favor… and tell us when something is wrong before it gets that bad."
"Just a bit of an ego issue, Big Guy."
"That's a big problem… for a lot of people," he replied.
"Yes…" MJ agreed, understanding Jennifer's words. If the She-Hulk could admit she was nearly killed, then why couldn't regular people acknowledge their own limitations? Why don't I admit it? Reed and Sue knew the truth… they knew about her drinking problem. By the time she made her way to this level, the smell of stale alcohol was off her.
Or…
She carefully eyed the distracted green woman.
At least she hoped the smell was gone. Neither of the titanic figures in the room had made mention of it.
"And don't forget, Benny, that a certain someone assumed I was pregnant."
"Well, the positive tests were pretty convincing."
MJ let out a strangled squeak, not expecting to hear that.
Jennifer's eyes widened at the sound behind her. How… I forgot she was back there. She looked towards the redhead, offering a faint shrug.
"Pregnant? You too?" MJ asked, looking a bit dazed. "… By whom?"
Jennifer blanched, mortified at the question. Then… embarrassment gave way to confusion. "I'm sorry?"
"I know this time Shulkie isn't hiding anything."
MJ blinked, looking at both of them in silence.
"He's telling the truth," Jennifer added. "There is not a possibility of my being in that condition," Especially considering… "Not now, nor in the near future."
MJ closed her mouth.
"Considering that I now have a permanent orange, two-legged form of contraception…"
Ben's mouth hung open.
"My days of pinball are over… much safer that way."
"Pinball?"
"Anyway…!" Ben interrupted, embarrassed himself. "Might have to cut the visit short. Jen here needs to rest."
"See?" Jennifer asked. "Can't have any company in here!"
"S—Sorry about that," MJ spoke, standing up. "I just got so confused."
A dark green brow rose. "How? Ben won't let anyone get that close to me. Not even himself."
At that, Ben started coughing, almost choking on his own saliva.
"I just spoke with Peter," MJ explained. Her gaze became unfocused. "In that other dimension… He said he's going to try to get home."
"… Really?" Jennifer asked. "Nice!" Looking over at Ben, she scowled. "Why didn't you tell me that?"
"Sorry Jen—" Ben grumbled. He let her hand go.
"He said he has a wife and child now," Mary Jane continued. "And he wants them to come here with him."
"Oh…" Jennifer murmured. "Well… of course he would. It wouldn't make sense for him to leave them behind." She sighed heavily. "He said people were different in some way there too…"
"I wonder what their Jennifer is like?" Ben questioned.
Jen grinned. "Yeah. I wonder if she's anything like me."
"Jennifer?" MJ asked, scratching the back of her neck.
"Didn't he tell you?" Ben asked.
MJ silently shook her head.
"Mary Jane… Knowing how he is, he likely married Jen." Jennifer stated, nodding.
"Wait…" The redhead lightly shook her head, not sure if she was hearing properly. "Married who?"
Sighing heavily, Jennifer slapped her left hand over her eyes. Why did she have to come down here today of all days?
"Their universe's Jennifer Walters," Ben replied. "I'm surprised Reed and Sue didn't warn you ahead of time."
MJ's mouth dropped open.
There was very little sound in the room after that.
Parallel Worlds - Parallel Lives (Alternate Universe)
Baxter Building – Main Room
October 1st, Noon
"… Uh… J—Jen?" Peter's eyes were wide and he leaned back.
"Hmm?" the brunette asked, her gaze steamy. She was practically climbing into his lap on the couch.
The young hero inhaled slowly, removing the spoon from her mouth and digging it into the bowl of ice cream again. I knew there was some reason she wanted me to feed her…
Johnny squirmed where he sat. I just wanted to eat my lunch. In peace…
Ben strolled into the room, glanced at the couple and rubbed his eyes. He looks like he wants to escape. He held in a laugh and went about making a sandwich.
Putting the spoon in Jennifer's mouth again, Peter's face reddened. "We have restrictions Jen…" he reminded her. "Reed put them in place."
Jennifer hummed around the spoon and pouted. "I know… but… how do I explain? The restriction makes it more appealing."
"Well, you better keep that appeal to yourself for the time being, Jennifer." Reed stated firmly, walking into the room. "You're still on pelvic rest."
The brunette jumped, blushing in shame. She felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped on her.
Peter threw the older man a look of gratitude.
Half smirk in place, Reed gave the young hero a thumbs up.
Whining audibly, Jennifer leaned back against the couch's cushions, no longer invading Peter's space. She slowly turned her neck to look at her husband. She pouted.
Relaxing a bit, Peter offered her a warm smile. He scooped out more of the ice cream and offered it to her.
Smiling softly, Jennifer accepted the spoonful. "S—Sorry about that," she murmured softly, regret heavy in her voice.
"It's fine, Jen," he replied, gently squeezing her knee.
For the rest of their interaction, there was very little conversation. There was plenty of grins with each bite of ice cream. Chip was reacting to the sugar in the dessert, and Jennifer found it very amusing. She quietly let Peter know… and was gifted with a dazzling smile.
A half hour later found Jennifer leaning against Peter on the couch, asleep.
Peter's mouth was drawn into a tight line, holding Jen in place carefully and sighing when Reed sat down in a chair across from them. Thankfully, she wasn't snoring at that moment.
"We need to set up a time to do those tests we spoke about," the older man began, his voice lowered.
Nostrils flaring, Peter nodded. His wife had been through so much since he arrived there. Part of him… what he hoped was a small part… It blamed him for what happened. Off and on, the young hero wondered how differently things would have been if he'd never shown up. The logical part of his mind reminded him that her health was deteriorating when he first met her. But now…
Peter let his gaze drift down to Jennifer's belly, a small smile in place. He felt it when she shifted a bit against him… and began to snore very softly.
Pensive over the younger man's silence, Reed decided not to interrupt him. Eventually, as he hoped, Peter turned his attention back to the blond.
"Sorry about that," Peter spoke, sotto voce.
"No need to apologize," Reed replied. "But that is something we need to take into consideration." He gestured to Jennifer, noticing she was beginning to drool. One of his brows rose at that. "How much has she nodded off today?"
"Hmm…" Peter glanced at his wife, moving a lock of her hair off her face. "I think this is the second time."
"… And is she still sleeping for long periods?"
"Yes," Peter sighed, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"And…" Here, Reed hesitated. He didn't want to pry into deeply personal aspects of Peter and Jennifer's life but… He needed all the details. Still… it didn't make him feel very good at all.
Peter stiffened at the hesitancy, already having 'worse case scenario' questions in mind.
"… Is Jennifer still dealing with the memory loss?" Reed asked gently. When Peter nodded, the older man swallowed. And now… "Have you seen her drooling?" The scientist wasn't referring to her current state. People tended to drool in their sleep.
No.
This was more concerning.
"Yes, I did," the young webslinger replied. He sucked in a deep breath. "About ten minutes after she entered the bathroom this morning, I found her sitting in place drooling…" The first time Peter saw it, he was frightened—worried that she was having another seizure. The young hero had rushed to get help, and was able to get Reed to come quickly.
Why call for emergency service when you have one of the strongest minds right next door?
Thankfully, Reed assured him that…that wasn't the case. No additional seizures, and the baby was doing fine… but something was off. Reed knew what point she should have been in the pregnancy, but the size of the baby was unusual.
Extra baby, indeed.
And when Jennifer 'came to,' both men opted to not let her know what had happened right away. Not yet.
The events themselves were initially intermittent… but were slowly increasing in frequency.
Before Reed could say anything more, Jennifer made a sound.
The brunette yawned, so hard that tears squeezed from her eyes and she was shivering a bit. Opening her eyes slowly, she blinked a bit to clear them and yawned again.
"Feeling better, Jenny?" Peter asked, pressing another kiss to her forehead.
From across the room, Johnny had stood quietly, not wanting to intrude on what seemed to be a very private conversation.
"Mm," she murmured. "Yes…" Her eyes were heavily lidded. "I… guess?" Sitting up fully, she rubbed both eyes with her palms. "Did… did I fall asleep?"
Peter glanced to Reed briefly before looking back to her. "You did. For a little bit."
"Mmm…" she managed after another jaw cracking yawn. "I'm hungry." Her stomach agreed a few seconds later. "Sorry I've been so sleepy lately."
"It's okay, Jen." Peter jumped to his feet and reached down to pull her up.
Jennifer smiled in gratitude, her eyes fluttering from fatigue… almost to spite her. "Hrng…" She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and vigorously shook her head for a few seconds. "Ugh…" Her initial step forward was off balance. She let out a small yelp in alarm.
On edge already, Peter scrambled to make sure she didn't completely lose her footing and hit the floor. "W… W—What do you feel like having, Jenny?"
Letting out a heavy sigh of relief, she offered his forearm a grateful squeeze. "Normally… I would say ice cream, but…"
Peter's eyes widened. She just…
"But I'd really love fried chicken, fries and corn and mmm…" Now, she was visibly drooling, but fully aware. "Carrots and broccoli with cheese and…"
Both men looked concerned.
Johnny bit his bottom lip.
"Jen?" Peter felt his stress level lower when she looked up to him immediately. "One food item at a time, okay?"
The brunette nodded, blushing heavily. "Sorry, Pete. I'm just so hungry… More than I've ever been." She pouted, not noticing the curious stare Reed now held.
Peter noticed though, nodding faintly when he caught the older man's eye.
This was something they'd need to discuss later as well.
Main Universe
Same date & time
Jennifer's Room
"Freedom at last," the jade giantess murmured, smirking at her reflection in the mirror. It was so good to be back in her room. Gone was the horrible hospital gown. She was once again in her own clothes… clad in a tank top and a pair of shorts.
She should have been overjoyed right then…
But…
There was too much room in her clothes. She saw it initially in the mirror when she came back into the room and got changed.
"Let's check the damage," she grumbled, green eyes narrowed. Turning sideways—already wincing, she linked her fingers behind her back, one palm on top of the other. Jen nervously bit her bottom lip while looking at her reflection. Sucking in a deep breath, she pulled her shoulders back, held her chest up and pushed both arms down, tightening the triceps.
She held that position and pose as long as she could, looking for signs of muscle loss. She flinched at what she saw. A faint growl escaped between her lips.
Lips turning down at the corners, Jennifer unclasped her fingers and turned to face the mirror head on. She'd never felt so disappointed in her appearance before. All because of the actions of someone else…
I feel so gross…
It didn't matter that she'd already had a shower, the green woman stripped and climbed back into the shower. While she stood under the hot spray… her thoughts traveled. What exactly should she have expected really? She'd told Mary Jane when the redhead came to visit her that being big and strong meant nothing at times like these.
And what if I hadn't had this happen to me?
What if Jazinda had decided to use some common sense… and left her alone?
Yet…
Why should she need to even question such things? It should never have been a question of, 'if' she was left alone. It should have been easily understood that she never wanted nor asked to be a test subject. So much had happened to her over the years because of what she was. And this latest betrayal just…
Angry, Jennifer slammed her left hand against the shower wall, palm first. She was rewarded with the sound of cracking and crumbling. Lifting her eyes, she saw she'd made a wonderful imprint of her hand, bits of dust now covering her fingers.
No… the wall didn't deserve this… Only one person did. A muscle jumped in her jaw as she inclined her head slightly to the right. 'Jaz?' While she waited, she picked up the body wash and began to clean herself.
Again.
Outside Doctor Octavius's Laboratory
3PM
Clearing his throat lightly, Echo stepped out of the passenger side of the newest vehicle he possessed, briefcase in hand. Recently, he'd decided to shop around for different wheels… making it a point to have a few feminine touches here and there to satisfy his driver.
"Should I wait here or return?" Ainsleigh asked, seated on the driver's side.
Pausing, Echo turned to the still open door. "If you can," he replied. "Please stay here with HEA." He looked at the other bot. He noticed the hesitance on her part. "And if there is a problem, send him in."
The silver bot crossed her arms.
"It's a precaution," the pale man explained carefully. "Your design is far different than his. HEA's repairs aren't as difficult." He noticed then, when she relaxed.
"…Understood," she replied, sounding more at ease.
Directing his gaze to HEA, Echo addressed him. "I need you to guard the car and Ainsleigh. But, listen out for me."
"Understood, sir."
"Oh, and HEA…?" Echo began… his thoughts just a bit turbulent. There was so much he needed to do and so much that he wanted to do.
"Yes?" the bot questioned.
"I… W—We'll discuss it when we get back." That said, the tall man closed the door and started walking in the direction of the lab. Only that morning, he'd obtained the newspaper from the Bugle. His bank was dishonest with him over how long it would really take to acquire all of the needed funds. He almost—almost laughed when he remembered the expression of the editor-in-chief when he delivered on his promise.
I suppose they never thought it would happen. It was odd, he could admit, to have a complete stranger walk in with a briefcase full of cash. It was something normally seen in movies. There was either a wealthy tycoon or a powerful criminal, both flashing cash to get what they wanted.
Technically, he did the same thing.
"Reality is stranger than fiction," he mumbled. "But I didn't have a monocle." He scratched his chin, making his way through the lab's front doors. Why the place hadn't been swarmed by law enforcement yet… that question would linger for some time. Maybe he was somewhere else and they never knew about this place? That had to be it.
It had to be something…
Because if Echo knew where the lab was… so did others.
Once he reached the lower levels of the lab, he once again encountered MAP. Every time he encountered the robot, he was in awe at its design.
… Maybe it's this bot. The possibility wasn't too farfetched.
It was made to defend the lab.
The bot approached him and stayed at a polite distance.
"I brought something for you," Echo stated calmly, opening the briefcase. He held back amusement, seeing the curious glint in the construct's eyes. Once he handed over the newspaper, he closed the briefcase and stepped back.
To its credit, MAP was extremely gentle with the paper while reading, using human-like hands. From the waist down, MAP possessed six legs. However, from the waist up, he had a humanish appearance, down to fingers, a neck, head, an abdominal region, and a face.
Echo scratched his head. That something designed like this would have a feather light touch… Just what else did you have in that big brain of yours, Octavius? It was his hope that confirmation of his words would convince MAP to leave this place and go with him.
"So…" it stated after a moment. It grew quiet, its eyes flickering to orange.
Echo remained quiet. At this point, he knew it was best to let the bot have its say. And in its own time.
Disbelief flit across a face that was far too human. Doubt was there momentarily… and then resignation. Only one test to do… the construct decided. While it used internal radios to tap into the website of the company that originated the newspaper, it also stretched its focus out as well, looking for keywords. Confirmation came quickly… This man… this, Gunner.
He was being honest.
Eyes flickering to yellow, the bot returned the newspaper to Echo. "I… thank you."
The pale man's brows rose. "No problem. You… don't want to keep the paper?" This was a legitimate question because it cost him more than enough to have it mounted as a souvenir or something.
"There is no need," it replied. Making a decision, it straightened up. "Gunner is now Master," it announced, either not noticing the shock on Echo's face… or not caring. "What is my assignment?"
That… was easy. Echo thought, startled. "MAP," he began. "I want you to pack up everything that belongs to this lab… and take it to the address I give you."
MAP nodded once. "Understood. Tell the location."
ECHO's Laboratory
7:24PM
When I told it to pack everything… Echo thought, dazed, I didn't expect all of this! While the disoriented scientist watched, MAP brought in what it claimed was the last of everything… and settled it down next to Echo's computer. It… He felt almost hysterical. It even brought the bathroom's contents. But… At least everything was there.
Notably, Ainsleigh was not in the room. She was extremely uncomfortable in MAP's presence. The sheer size of it alone was intimidating, and the strength at its disposal wasn't something to be underestimated. It would not have been a guardian if it wasn't built to be tough.
"HEA!" Echo called, trying to snap himself out of the stupor.
Without fail, the bot responded when called. "Sir?"
"I want you to work with MAP to organize all of these things. Please make sure to keep any papers or notes safe from any oil or dust.
Looking up at MAP, HEA spoke, "Where do we begin?" he asked the much larger construct.
Seeing the two of them cooperating so well, Echo wasn't able to suppress a small smile. A brief movement to the left caught his attention. Peering in that direction, he was able to see Ainsleigh's distinctive form, staring from a safe distance, partly hidden behind a door.
The silver bot stood there and watched for a brief period… not responding, focused on the other two robots in the room. After then giving Echo a lingering look, she drew away from the door and disappeared down the long and very winding hall.
Sighing, Echo shook his head. There was no way to know which direction or room she'd gone into… not immediately. She definitely needs a diagnostic! He thought, watching as HEA began accepting papers as MAP carefully extracted them… placing them on his desk.
9:04PM
Baxter Building
Jennifer's Room
Freshly from her shower for the night, Jennifer was sitting on the edge of her bed, her fingers digging into the soft surface under her. She was wrapped up in a purple, fluffy towel, with a separate one around her hair. So many thoughts—not all pleasant—were swirling around inside her head. Her conversation with her 'friend' earlier had offered no solutions. Jaz had offered no words aside from a brief apology and a wish for Jen to get well soon.
She had the gist of the severity of her condition, but Reed hadn't shown her the file… and both Ben and Johnny looked uncomfortable at the mere mention. Susan had somehow managed to make herself scarce.
And MJ?
Well… until they had a handle on the Goblin virus, the redhead was in essence 'stuck' there.
It could be worse.
But…
Sighing, Jennifer rested her elbows on her thighs, dropping her head into her hands. Now that she was presumed cleared of the symbiote, she had a long road of rehabilitation ahead. "I wonder if Reed would let me help out on a mission or two?" The trial hadn't changed her from who she was. Jen was still the She-Hulk. Just… a bit weaker than before.
Okay, more than a little.
She cringed, remembering her appearance in the mirror. So thin… No one had told her that her body had deteriorated so badly.
Maybe they were trying to be nice.
Maybe they were trying to avoid focusing too much on the ramifications of the situation.
Where do I go from here? she wondered. Where can I go? She certainly could not go back to court… not with how unstable she'd been. It would have been one thing if her problems were in private, but Jen had a very public display of instability… one that she was certain—was seen by everyone she did not want to see it.
Hearing a knock at the door was a surprise. Maybe MJ again? She was touched to have a new visitor. She hadn't dealt much with MJ at all, but knew her through Peter. Getting up, she headed in that direction. "Coming!" she called. Half grin in place, she froze when she opened her door. Her eyes widened. "W—You—"
Parallel Worlds - Parallel Lives (Alternate Universe)
Baxter Building
Peter & Jen's Room
When did I begin napping? Peter wondered to himself, yawning. He was currently occupied with keeping track of his wife's health. Mostly. His mind traveled back… to what happened after she was retrieved. Regular day-to-day stresses seemed to pass right by him all of a sudden.
Since his identity had been restored, he gained access to all of this universe's Peter's financial information too.
What an idiot.
It was frightening how much the man spent money… and what on. Peter couldn't be sure entirely, but the names of the locations gave a lot away.
Of what wasn't spent…
It's really like I'm in a bubble now; he thought. Before he reached out to Jen's friends, they were both under a great deal of stress. Jennifer, because she hated not having something to keep her occupied. And him… because he knew that he couldn't provide her with much aside from money.
But then… everything changed.
Realizing Jen wasn't right next to him, he sat up… seeing her seated at the foot of the bed. "Hey, sweetie," he began. "How are you feeling?" When she didn't respond, he rested his hand on her back. "Jen?"
The lack of response to his touch was concerning. Crawling up beside her, he peeked at her face, paling at what he saw.
Jennifer was staring into space, drool dripping from her lips.
"Jen?" Peter spoke again, afraid.
Her head swung in his direction, but she didn't say anything. Her eyes closed partway.
His hand moved down to her belly, feeling Chip kicking away. "I'm taking you to Reed." He'd spoken more for his own benefit. Lifting her up carefully, he was startled to see she'd peed on herself. "Hold on, Jenny," he murmured softly. He felt a bit encouraged when he felt her voluntarily press closer to him.
Maneuvering the door open, the young hero poked his head out the room. "I need some help over here!" he called, stepping fully out the room with Jennifer in his arms. The main room was mostly dark, but it quickly came to life at his call. Walking carefully to stand next to the couch, he swallowed hard, watching Reed sprinting down the hallway towards them.
Main Universe
Baxter Building
Jennifer's Room
"…ure what you mean," Jennifer sighed, speaking to her nighttime visitor. "I feel fine." She frowned at the piercing stare. "Seriously. I know what it looks like, but I just have to… build back what I lost." Now, she was on the receiving end of… "Please don't give me that look." Jen grumbled. "I already feel bad enough…" As the stalemate continued, she stepped back from the door. "If you're sure… you can come in."
The green woman didn't expect to suddenly find herself enveloped in one of the biggest hugs she'd ever received.
"… Just to be sure," Ben spoke.
Jennifer didn't try to get away from the contact, missing the steady comfort she'd found with him being around. That was one of the things she missed from being in the lower levels. "Thank you," she finally murmured, returning the hug. "I really missed you, Big Guy."
Ben rumbled in agreement. They both had to adjust to what a new normal was. "Don't worry, Shulkie," the orange man commented with a smile after breaking the hug. "You'll bounce back before you know it."
Jen frowned, folding her arms. "Think Reed would let me join you guys in fighting the virus?"
Ben looked very serious. "Doubtful."
"I see."
"An' even if he did," Ben continued. "I would contest it." He saw the frustration on Jen's face. "You nearly died," he reminded her. "You were so very sick… You need to give yourself time to recover."
"But… what if we worked together. That would be fine, right?"
Ben shook his head. "No." He sucked in a deep breath, glancing away. "It wouldn't."
"What?" Jen asked. "Why not? I'd be with you, Ben! Why would it be a bad idea?"
"I'd be too distracted," he muttered. "It's just a bad idea is all."
Pursing her lips, Jennifer scowled, not liking what she was hearing. "Distracted by what exactly?!"
Looking into her eyes, Ben frowned briefly. "Look," he began. "I came in to see how you were doing. You said you're feeling better, so…" He turned to leave.
"Benjamin," she watched him stop at her words. She licked suddenly dry lips, suddenly nervous.
"Yeah?" he asked, looking over his shoulder.
After a moment of indecision… Jennifer worked her jaw a bit. "Come over here," she watched him squint his eyes, confused. "Close the door behind you, Mister Grimm."
Unable to speak, Ben dipped his head, pulling the door closed behind himself.
To Be Continued…
Author's Note: Hey! Hope you enjoyed! I'm going for an unconventional (& potentially lazy) move this time and uploading without editing. I can edit it further at a later point, but this chapter has been pending for way too long. Also, I attempted to edit as I went along.
I'll be pacing out these chapters after this one (I started it on January 24th, and it is now February 2nd), so the next update might be a few weeks or a month from now. As I'm painfully reminded, sleep deprivation becomes an ally. A hated ally because I need sleep to improve health-wise.
Due to the fact that I'm current as such now, I'll pin a note to this and come back to it for the next chapter.
Or… as I always tell my friends: "I'm out of my mind. If I should return before I get back, please keep me here!"
Yep.
YAY!
Sleep deprivation…
No.
See you at the next installment!
XXO
~J. Lyst