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Martin hadn’t said a word to him. Not since he’d said his name in that heartbreaking voice while he’d been handcuffed to a bed.
RATING: R (for language and violence)
PAIRING: Danny/Martin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Martin, Danny and the rest do not belong to me, although I would definitely treat them better than their actual owners do. I also make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Missing – Part 8
Martin hadn’t said a word to him. Not since he’d said his name in that heartbreaking voice while he’d been handcuffed to a bed.
The paramedics tried to tell him that there wasn’t enough room in the ambulance for all of them. That they would take Martin and Peter to the hospital and Danny could follow along beside them. The only thing that had changed their minds, he thought, was that Martin absolutely, positively refused to let go of his hand.
Superhuman strength would most likely have to be applied to get Martin to let go of him.
Even now, in the brightly lit Emergency Room, with doctors and nurses and cops in uniform bustling in and out of the private room that Danny was sure Victor Fitzgerald had ordered Martin hadn’t let go of his hand.
And Peter hadn’t let go of Martin.
It was making the doctors and nurses very upset, Danny was trying to be helpful, moving as far to the side of the bed as he could to allow them to poke and prod and determine what injuries Martin and Peter had sustained.
Peter looked to be in good health, although a bit skittish. He wondered what had happened to the boy that had introduced himself to a stranger and it hit him like a ton of bricks that Peter had only done that after Martin had spoken his name and wrapped himself around him.
“Mr. Taylor?” a nurse, young and blonde was standing beside him and he blinked wondering how long she’d been there pulling on the sleeve of his jacket. From the half smile adorning Martin’s face he thought it might have been longer than it should have been.
He stared down at her, his best intimidation face on though she didn’t appear to be buying it. He sighed, ran his thumb over the across the skin of Martin’s hand and waited for her to make her request.
“We need to take Mr. Scott down to X-ray now,” she smiled at him, warm and genuine and a glance over showed Martin frowning though from the way he was sitting hunched over Danny knew that he had, at the very least, cracked if not broken ribs and he didn’t need to suffer like that; not if Danny could help it any way.
Danny nodded and Martin’s frown deepened, subsiding a bit when Danny squeezed his hand reassuringly.
“Peter why don’t we go get something for you to eat from the cafeteria,” Danny held out his other arm and Peter moved slowly from his spot at Martin’s other side. Looking back and forth between them until Martin finally nodded with resignation and released Danny’s hand.
Peter took Danny’s free hand now, looking on with worry as Martin was helped into a wheel chair. Danny stopped them before they could move him, leaning down and kissing Martin softly. Martin smiled up at him, it was tired and Danny could see the lines that pain had forced onto his face but he was safe now and he kept reminding himself of that.
“I’ll be here when you get back.”
Martin nodded, another smile though now it was Martin’s way of reassuring Danny that he would be there when he got back and then the nurse was wheeling him away.
“When are my mom and dad gonna get here?” Peter was a pint sized worrier at his side. Worried about Martin, worried about his parents.
“They should be on their way here, do you want to try and call them before we get something to eat?” Danny kneeled in front of the boy, hand on his shoulder and he could never remember being this small.
Peter nodded, eyes filling with tears and Danny wondered what Riley Freemont had told Peter about his parents. What he’d told Martin thirty years prior.
Hatred, vicious and pure and he wanted just five minutes alone in a room with the man so that he could punish him for every night that Martin’d had nightmares.
The door the room opened, Sam standing there looking startled at the sight of Danny kneeling in front of a child.
“He told me that mommy and daddy didn’t want me any more,” Peter’s bottom lip quivered, tears falling from his eyes and he looked heartbreakingly sad.
And now Sam looked as if she was going to burst into tears, Danny pulled Peter into his arms. Tight hug, “They love you and they miss you so much,” whispered into his ear and he didn’t even know if Peter heard or understood him.
Sam did though; she had her cell phone out and was grimly punching numbers. She talked quietly into it while Danny quietly comforted Peter and then she was kneeling beside them.
“I have someone here who wants to talk to you Peter,” she held the phone out to the boy and Danny released his grip on him allowing Peter to cup the phone in both hands and press it to his ear.
“Peter? Baby?” a crying female voice. “Buddy?” a crying male voice that time.
“Mommy, daddy,” Peter was crying again, but he was babbling into the phone, not making any sense but Danny was almost positive that the parents at the other end didn’t care in the slightest.
He stood slowly, moving a bit away and Sam followed him.
“How’s Martin?” she asked quietly, hand on his arm.
“He’s…” Danny pressed a hand to his eyes, it felt like tears again and he couldn’t understand that because Martin was safe and healthy and not whole by any means but he was safe, and Danny didn’t know why he felt like crying.
“Danny,” Sam squeezed his arm, if his posture had been more inviting he thought she might have hugged him but she didn’t, she just squeezed his arm and waited for him to open his eyes. “He’s okay, it’s been a stressful few days… but. He’s. Okay.” She said it like it needed to be stressed, like she was forcing him to believe it.
“They took him for x-rays,” Danny said softly. “They were talking about cracked ribs but I’m pretty sure that at least one or two are broke and they’re worried about internal bleeding.”
“You’ll cross that bridge when you get to it; he’s in a hospital now. Victor Fitzgerald is flying in his private doctors and at least two specialists as we speak.”
“Martin’s going to hate that, he dislikes hospitals with a fiery passion.”
“Well I imagine he’ll be spending a few days here at least. A private room has been arranged for him and we’ve got a psychiatrist for him to talk to so he can begin working through things,” Jack from the door and Danny turned to face his boss.
Hoping he still had a job after he’d pretty much broken every single regulation while searching for Martin.
“He doesn’t like shrinks, thinks they’re all quacks.”
“Be that as it may,” Jack shrugged, looking down at where Peter was still crying into Sam’s phone. “He’ll need to speak with someone, they both will.”
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Danny was walking back towards Martin’s room with two cups of coffee, one for him, one contraband one that he’d had to insist three times wasn’t for Martin before the nurses would let him walk away from their station with it.
“Excuse me?” a petite woman, dark hair, dark eyes and Danny stopped suddenly. Coffee sloshing over the rims of the cups onto his hand.
“Oh I’m so sorry,” she pulled a white handkerchief from a pocket, dabbing at his hands smiling her apologies at him.
Danny just stared at her.
Because this was Martin in a female body. This woman had Martin’s eyes and Martin’s hair and Martin’s mouth and Danny wanted to say something but couldn’t think of a word to utter.
He’d not told Martin about the Fitzgerald’s yet. Not told them that they’d found the family that had been missing him for thirty years.
“I’m Janice Montgomery, you are Danny Taylor, correct?” she smiled at him crumpling the handkerchief up in one hand.
Danny nodded slowly.
“Good, my father is lousy with descriptions. You’d think since he’s worked with the F.B.I. for over half his life that he would be better but he’s not,” she shook her head ruefully. “All he told me was that you were fairly attractive, tall man with dark hair of possibly Latino descent. Which honestly I never needed to hear my father utter the words ‘fairly attractive’ in conjunction with a man but oh well.”
“Can I help you?” Danny finally found his tongue and aimed to stop her. Martin could get going on tangents like that, normally about math or accounting or why chess was a perfectly acceptable date night game.
“Sorry, my husband is normally here to put me in check but he’s flying out in a few days with our kids so it’s just me.”
Danny raised an eyebrow and Janice looked at him with an apologetic expression.
“I was told that you could take me to my brother?”
Danny winced and Janice narrowed her eyes at him.
“See the thing is…” he took a deep breath, Janice couldn’t have Martin’s temper as well that would have just been cruel to their parents.
“He doesn’t actually know about you yet… and your connection to him.”
Janice growled at him, the same sound that Martin made right before he launched into a tirade to end all tirades.
Or he could be wrong and she could have Martin’s temper as well.
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Martin had been patient for a very long time. He’d let the nurse poke and prod, he’d let the doctors poke and prod. He’d had x-rays and tests run until he wasn’t sure what exactly they thought they’d find but hoped they’d let him know if they found anything bad.
The entire time he waited for Danny to come back, it had been over two hours and he was holding the call button in his hand now, twisting it back and forth and wondering if he could possibly handcuff Danny to his side until Martin was able to not want to panic because he wasn’t there.
He was just getting ready to hit the little button to summon his nurse ‘if you push it I’ll be right here, you have nothing to worry about Mr… Martin, you’re perfectly safe here’ and order her to find Danny right now when the door pushed open and Danny entered.
Looking tired and happy, and Martin tried not to notice that he was wearing that expression that Martin only saw when Danny was trying to gear himself up to tell Martin that he’d killed all his plants or gave all his books to charity.
Not that the last one had happened but Danny had threatened to do it often enough that Martin thought it was only a matter of time.
Danny was followed by a petite brunette. Dark eyes and she looked vaguely familiar though Martin couldn’t place why because he was fairly certain that he’d never laid eyes on her before.
“You said you’d be here when I got back,” Martin grumbled petulantly. And he was aware that he sounded no older than Peter at that moment but Danny had promised and then he’d disappeared for hours leaving Martin at the mercy of doctors and nurses that were sadistic and cruel even though they promised ‘this won’t hurt a bit’.
Danny smiled at him and then glanced uncertainly at the woman who had moved up alongside him who was staring at Martin like she was looking at a ghost and while happy about it could possibly burst into tears at any possible moment.
Martin didn’t handle crying woman very well. He preferred to hand them off to Danny (who charmed them into giving him their first born) or his mother (who always seemed to pull cookies and sympathy out of nowhere).
Speaking of which…
“Am I going to get to see my parents before they drug me into somnolence?” he asked bitterly. Because the doctor and his nurse had both mentioned sedation and he had been overruled when he mentioned that he didn’t really need to be drugged in order to sleep.
Which was a lie of course but he had figured he could convince Danny to crawl into the tiny bed with him and hold him so he could sleep for a few hours.
Danny bit his lip and Martin eyed him suspiciously.
“They’ll be here soon?” he said it as a question and Martin wondered what the hell was going on and what he wasn’t being told. It wasn’t like Danny to keep secrets from him.
He moved his gaze from Danny to the woman and wondered if he could blame Danny’s strange behavior on her. Danny noticing his look hastened introductions.
“This is Janice Montgomery, she’s…”
“My maiden name is Fitzgerald,” she interrupted Danny. Smiling gently at Martin like she knew this was difficult for him and he just stared at her in incomprehension, because he didn’t understand.
“My brother called me Jannie,” she said softly and she stared at Martin with sad, sad eyes and Martin swallowed.
“Marty took my blocks,” a tiny little girl, black hair up in messy ponytail though it had started the day neat and orderly, was glaring at an equally small boy who was clutching the blocks protectively to his chest.
“Mine first,” he stated emphatically.
“Am I going to have to separate you two?” a gruff male voice and both children looked to the door of the playroom.
“Daddy,” cried in unison and the girl rushed forward launching herself into her fathers’ arms, while the boy took longer because he didn’t want to lose his carefully won prize.
His father plucked him off the floor, children resting on both hips and they were almost to big to be held together by their father but for a little while longer they could.
“Do we need to have another talk about the mutual benefits of sharing Martin?” the boy swallowed and looked down and then slowly handed one of the blocks in his hand to his sister. She smiled happily at him and his father looked down at him proudly.
Martin breathed, blinked and Danny was standing by his bed. Hands clutched tightly between his and he knew that Danny was two seconds from calling for a nurse.
“I had to share my blocks with you,” he said softly, she smiled at him and Danny squeezed his hands and he felt like his chest was going to burst and he totally didn’t understand what the fuck was going on.
“Daddy made me share my blocks with you and then I got a lecture on the mutual benefits of sharing.”
Danny muttered something that sounded like ‘that sounds like something Victor Fitzgerald would do’ and Martin still didn’t understand and his chest still hurt and he fumbled a hand free from Danny’s and fumbled for the call button for the nurse.
Who appeared silently, pushing Janice away and moving Danny further towards the head of the bed and helped Martin turn onto his side. A doctor appeared beside her, needle in hand and Martin had a second where he wanted to say no but he didn’t get his mouth to work before they were giving him the sedative.
Maybe the world would make more sense when he woke up.
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Martin hadn’t said a word to him. Not since he’d said his name in that heartbreaking voice while he’d been handcuffed to a bed.
| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 |
| Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 |
RATING: R (for language and violence)
PAIRING: Danny/Martin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Martin, Danny and the rest do not belong to me, although I would definitely treat them better than their actual owners do. I also make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Missing – Part 8
Martin hadn’t said a word to him. Not since he’d said his name in that heartbreaking voice while he’d been handcuffed to a bed.
The paramedics tried to tell him that there wasn’t enough room in the ambulance for all of them. That they would take Martin and Peter to the hospital and Danny could follow along beside them. The only thing that had changed their minds, he thought, was that Martin absolutely, positively refused to let go of his hand.
Superhuman strength would most likely have to be applied to get Martin to let go of him.
Even now, in the brightly lit Emergency Room, with doctors and nurses and cops in uniform bustling in and out of the private room that Danny was sure Victor Fitzgerald had ordered Martin hadn’t let go of his hand.
And Peter hadn’t let go of Martin.
It was making the doctors and nurses very upset, Danny was trying to be helpful, moving as far to the side of the bed as he could to allow them to poke and prod and determine what injuries Martin and Peter had sustained.
Peter looked to be in good health, although a bit skittish. He wondered what had happened to the boy that had introduced himself to a stranger and it hit him like a ton of bricks that Peter had only done that after Martin had spoken his name and wrapped himself around him.
“Mr. Taylor?” a nurse, young and blonde was standing beside him and he blinked wondering how long she’d been there pulling on the sleeve of his jacket. From the half smile adorning Martin’s face he thought it might have been longer than it should have been.
He stared down at her, his best intimidation face on though she didn’t appear to be buying it. He sighed, ran his thumb over the across the skin of Martin’s hand and waited for her to make her request.
“We need to take Mr. Scott down to X-ray now,” she smiled at him, warm and genuine and a glance over showed Martin frowning though from the way he was sitting hunched over Danny knew that he had, at the very least, cracked if not broken ribs and he didn’t need to suffer like that; not if Danny could help it any way.
Danny nodded and Martin’s frown deepened, subsiding a bit when Danny squeezed his hand reassuringly.
“Peter why don’t we go get something for you to eat from the cafeteria,” Danny held out his other arm and Peter moved slowly from his spot at Martin’s other side. Looking back and forth between them until Martin finally nodded with resignation and released Danny’s hand.
Peter took Danny’s free hand now, looking on with worry as Martin was helped into a wheel chair. Danny stopped them before they could move him, leaning down and kissing Martin softly. Martin smiled up at him, it was tired and Danny could see the lines that pain had forced onto his face but he was safe now and he kept reminding himself of that.
“I’ll be here when you get back.”
Martin nodded, another smile though now it was Martin’s way of reassuring Danny that he would be there when he got back and then the nurse was wheeling him away.
“When are my mom and dad gonna get here?” Peter was a pint sized worrier at his side. Worried about Martin, worried about his parents.
“They should be on their way here, do you want to try and call them before we get something to eat?” Danny kneeled in front of the boy, hand on his shoulder and he could never remember being this small.
Peter nodded, eyes filling with tears and Danny wondered what Riley Freemont had told Peter about his parents. What he’d told Martin thirty years prior.
Hatred, vicious and pure and he wanted just five minutes alone in a room with the man so that he could punish him for every night that Martin’d had nightmares.
The door the room opened, Sam standing there looking startled at the sight of Danny kneeling in front of a child.
“He told me that mommy and daddy didn’t want me any more,” Peter’s bottom lip quivered, tears falling from his eyes and he looked heartbreakingly sad.
And now Sam looked as if she was going to burst into tears, Danny pulled Peter into his arms. Tight hug, “They love you and they miss you so much,” whispered into his ear and he didn’t even know if Peter heard or understood him.
Sam did though; she had her cell phone out and was grimly punching numbers. She talked quietly into it while Danny quietly comforted Peter and then she was kneeling beside them.
“I have someone here who wants to talk to you Peter,” she held the phone out to the boy and Danny released his grip on him allowing Peter to cup the phone in both hands and press it to his ear.
“Peter? Baby?” a crying female voice. “Buddy?” a crying male voice that time.
“Mommy, daddy,” Peter was crying again, but he was babbling into the phone, not making any sense but Danny was almost positive that the parents at the other end didn’t care in the slightest.
He stood slowly, moving a bit away and Sam followed him.
“How’s Martin?” she asked quietly, hand on his arm.
“He’s…” Danny pressed a hand to his eyes, it felt like tears again and he couldn’t understand that because Martin was safe and healthy and not whole by any means but he was safe, and Danny didn’t know why he felt like crying.
“Danny,” Sam squeezed his arm, if his posture had been more inviting he thought she might have hugged him but she didn’t, she just squeezed his arm and waited for him to open his eyes. “He’s okay, it’s been a stressful few days… but. He’s. Okay.” She said it like it needed to be stressed, like she was forcing him to believe it.
“They took him for x-rays,” Danny said softly. “They were talking about cracked ribs but I’m pretty sure that at least one or two are broke and they’re worried about internal bleeding.”
“You’ll cross that bridge when you get to it; he’s in a hospital now. Victor Fitzgerald is flying in his private doctors and at least two specialists as we speak.”
“Martin’s going to hate that, he dislikes hospitals with a fiery passion.”
“Well I imagine he’ll be spending a few days here at least. A private room has been arranged for him and we’ve got a psychiatrist for him to talk to so he can begin working through things,” Jack from the door and Danny turned to face his boss.
Hoping he still had a job after he’d pretty much broken every single regulation while searching for Martin.
“He doesn’t like shrinks, thinks they’re all quacks.”
“Be that as it may,” Jack shrugged, looking down at where Peter was still crying into Sam’s phone. “He’ll need to speak with someone, they both will.”
Danny was walking back towards Martin’s room with two cups of coffee, one for him, one contraband one that he’d had to insist three times wasn’t for Martin before the nurses would let him walk away from their station with it.
“Excuse me?” a petite woman, dark hair, dark eyes and Danny stopped suddenly. Coffee sloshing over the rims of the cups onto his hand.
“Oh I’m so sorry,” she pulled a white handkerchief from a pocket, dabbing at his hands smiling her apologies at him.
Danny just stared at her.
Because this was Martin in a female body. This woman had Martin’s eyes and Martin’s hair and Martin’s mouth and Danny wanted to say something but couldn’t think of a word to utter.
He’d not told Martin about the Fitzgerald’s yet. Not told them that they’d found the family that had been missing him for thirty years.
“I’m Janice Montgomery, you are Danny Taylor, correct?” she smiled at him crumpling the handkerchief up in one hand.
Danny nodded slowly.
“Good, my father is lousy with descriptions. You’d think since he’s worked with the F.B.I. for over half his life that he would be better but he’s not,” she shook her head ruefully. “All he told me was that you were fairly attractive, tall man with dark hair of possibly Latino descent. Which honestly I never needed to hear my father utter the words ‘fairly attractive’ in conjunction with a man but oh well.”
“Can I help you?” Danny finally found his tongue and aimed to stop her. Martin could get going on tangents like that, normally about math or accounting or why chess was a perfectly acceptable date night game.
“Sorry, my husband is normally here to put me in check but he’s flying out in a few days with our kids so it’s just me.”
Danny raised an eyebrow and Janice looked at him with an apologetic expression.
“I was told that you could take me to my brother?”
Danny winced and Janice narrowed her eyes at him.
“See the thing is…” he took a deep breath, Janice couldn’t have Martin’s temper as well that would have just been cruel to their parents.
“He doesn’t actually know about you yet… and your connection to him.”
Janice growled at him, the same sound that Martin made right before he launched into a tirade to end all tirades.
Or he could be wrong and she could have Martin’s temper as well.
Martin had been patient for a very long time. He’d let the nurse poke and prod, he’d let the doctors poke and prod. He’d had x-rays and tests run until he wasn’t sure what exactly they thought they’d find but hoped they’d let him know if they found anything bad.
The entire time he waited for Danny to come back, it had been over two hours and he was holding the call button in his hand now, twisting it back and forth and wondering if he could possibly handcuff Danny to his side until Martin was able to not want to panic because he wasn’t there.
He was just getting ready to hit the little button to summon his nurse ‘if you push it I’ll be right here, you have nothing to worry about Mr… Martin, you’re perfectly safe here’ and order her to find Danny right now when the door pushed open and Danny entered.
Looking tired and happy, and Martin tried not to notice that he was wearing that expression that Martin only saw when Danny was trying to gear himself up to tell Martin that he’d killed all his plants or gave all his books to charity.
Not that the last one had happened but Danny had threatened to do it often enough that Martin thought it was only a matter of time.
Danny was followed by a petite brunette. Dark eyes and she looked vaguely familiar though Martin couldn’t place why because he was fairly certain that he’d never laid eyes on her before.
“You said you’d be here when I got back,” Martin grumbled petulantly. And he was aware that he sounded no older than Peter at that moment but Danny had promised and then he’d disappeared for hours leaving Martin at the mercy of doctors and nurses that were sadistic and cruel even though they promised ‘this won’t hurt a bit’.
Danny smiled at him and then glanced uncertainly at the woman who had moved up alongside him who was staring at Martin like she was looking at a ghost and while happy about it could possibly burst into tears at any possible moment.
Martin didn’t handle crying woman very well. He preferred to hand them off to Danny (who charmed them into giving him their first born) or his mother (who always seemed to pull cookies and sympathy out of nowhere).
Speaking of which…
“Am I going to get to see my parents before they drug me into somnolence?” he asked bitterly. Because the doctor and his nurse had both mentioned sedation and he had been overruled when he mentioned that he didn’t really need to be drugged in order to sleep.
Which was a lie of course but he had figured he could convince Danny to crawl into the tiny bed with him and hold him so he could sleep for a few hours.
Danny bit his lip and Martin eyed him suspiciously.
“They’ll be here soon?” he said it as a question and Martin wondered what the hell was going on and what he wasn’t being told. It wasn’t like Danny to keep secrets from him.
He moved his gaze from Danny to the woman and wondered if he could blame Danny’s strange behavior on her. Danny noticing his look hastened introductions.
“This is Janice Montgomery, she’s…”
“My maiden name is Fitzgerald,” she interrupted Danny. Smiling gently at Martin like she knew this was difficult for him and he just stared at her in incomprehension, because he didn’t understand.
“My brother called me Jannie,” she said softly and she stared at Martin with sad, sad eyes and Martin swallowed.
“Marty took my blocks,” a tiny little girl, black hair up in messy ponytail though it had started the day neat and orderly, was glaring at an equally small boy who was clutching the blocks protectively to his chest.
“Mine first,” he stated emphatically.
“Am I going to have to separate you two?” a gruff male voice and both children looked to the door of the playroom.
“Daddy,” cried in unison and the girl rushed forward launching herself into her fathers’ arms, while the boy took longer because he didn’t want to lose his carefully won prize.
His father plucked him off the floor, children resting on both hips and they were almost to big to be held together by their father but for a little while longer they could.
“Do we need to have another talk about the mutual benefits of sharing Martin?” the boy swallowed and looked down and then slowly handed one of the blocks in his hand to his sister. She smiled happily at him and his father looked down at him proudly.
Martin breathed, blinked and Danny was standing by his bed. Hands clutched tightly between his and he knew that Danny was two seconds from calling for a nurse.
“I had to share my blocks with you,” he said softly, she smiled at him and Danny squeezed his hands and he felt like his chest was going to burst and he totally didn’t understand what the fuck was going on.
“Daddy made me share my blocks with you and then I got a lecture on the mutual benefits of sharing.”
Danny muttered something that sounded like ‘that sounds like something Victor Fitzgerald would do’ and Martin still didn’t understand and his chest still hurt and he fumbled a hand free from Danny’s and fumbled for the call button for the nurse.
Who appeared silently, pushing Janice away and moving Danny further towards the head of the bed and helped Martin turn onto his side. A doctor appeared beside her, needle in hand and Martin had a second where he wanted to say no but he didn’t get his mouth to work before they were giving him the sedative.
Maybe the world would make more sense when he woke up.
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Date: 2006-01-15 09:16 pm (UTC)and PLEASE say that you will update this SOON. I can't wait for the next chapter.