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Next update on Friday.
The summons to Yoda couldn’t have come at a better time Anakin decided. Because he was about three seconds from hopping into a speeder and sitting outside Padmé’s door until Obi-Wan emerged.
TITLE: Between Space & Time
RATING: R - because Ewan likes to cuss
PAIRING: nothing yet, will end up (eventually) Ewan/Anakin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Heh, I own nothing. Ewan owns himself as does anybody else that is a real person in real life. George Lucas owns everyone that that is property of Star Wars. I make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 /
Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14
Between Space & Time – Part 15
The summons to Yoda couldn’t have come at a better time Anakin decided. Because he was about three seconds from hopping into a speeder and sitting outside Padmé’s door until Obi-Wan emerged.
Safe and sound and no longer worried about the fact that he might have cheated on him.
Anakin wanted to hit Padmé. He really wanted to do worse than that but Obi-Wan would never allow it, any of it. He would say that she was crazy and needed their help and forgiveness, not their anger and then he would frown at him disapprovingly and Anakin would have to beg forgiveness when it was her fault because she was forever trying to take what wasn’t hers.
If she would just learn to keep her hands to herself…
“Master Yoda,” Anakin called and he felt the nudge against his mind that was Yoda telling him to come in.
It surprised him to see Chancellor Palpatine sitting across from Yoda, cross-legged on the floor. Hands on his knees.
It was an odd look, something he’d never seen and really, truthfully hoped to never see again.
“Young Skywalker,” the Chancellor nodded a welcome at him.
“Have a seat you will,” and Yoda waved him to the floor near them.
“Is there something going on?” Anakin eased into position and looked from one to the other.
Because Chancellor Palpatine had never visited the Jedi Temple. Not once in his recollection, he’d been to the Healers Wards yes, but never walked the extra steps to enter the Temple itself.
And he hadn’t even thought that the Chancellor and Yoda had exchanged more than five words since Palpatine had become Chancellor.
“Just discussing Master Kenobi and Senator Amidala we were,” Yoda inclined a head towards Chancellor Palpatine and Anakin glanced at him.
The Chancellor was looking at neither of them. Staring instead at the floor and Anakin wondered for what reason he had come to them.
Padmé was a close associate of the Chancellor’s he’d thought, friends in some small measure. If he was concerned about her Anakin would have thought he would meet directly with her.
“Master Kenobi is meeting with Senator Amidala as we speak,” Anakin tried to keep the anger that he felt at that woman from his voice. From the way Yoda was looking at him it appeared he’d not even come close to succeeding.
He could not help feeling justified in his anger. Obi-Wan was his to protect and shelter, as much as he would allow anyway.
The fact that he had been emotionally reeling from what she’d said to him, so worried that he had in some small way wronged Anakin and didn’t remember it.
Well that meant Anakin wasn’t doing his job. He should never have allowed the first meeting, although it was possible that she would have appealed directly to the Jedi to meet with Obi-Wan instead.
“Are you sure it was wise to allow them to meet unattended?” the Chancellor’s voice was soft and his eyes finally left the ground to meet Yoda’s.
Anakin wondered why the Chancellor was avoiding looking at him. He’d thought they were friends, when Obi-Wan had been unconscious in the Healers Ward the Chancellor had made time for him every day so he had someone to talk over his fears with.
“Master Kenobi, very stubborn he is,” Yoda finally said.
“Why are you worried…” he never got to finish the question, his breath rushed from his body as the Chancellor looked over to meet his eyes and he felt the Force flare in him.
“You’re a Jedi,” he breathed.
“Not a word you will speak of this,” Yoda commanded. “Not to anyone, not even your Master Kenobi. Things are muddled enough in his head.”
“Why?” Anakin didn’t like feeling bewildered. He liked even less the feeling that he’d been used in some way.
“The Dark Side of the Force, growing stronger it is. Clouding judgment, masking intents.”
“Causing my guards to make unwise decisions,” the Chancellor muttered.
“You think the Dark Side has something to do with why Obi-Wan was attacked?” he asked it bluntly and he used the name he was most attached to. There was no longer a need for pretense in this room; they both knew exactly what his relationship with Obi-Wan was.
They had probably discussed it behind his back.
“Yes. Senator Amidala is involved somehow although we’ve yet to determine in what capacity.”
“Do you think she was the one that poisoned him?” Anakin’s eyes narrowed and his voice was angry and he was already envisioning her excruciatingly painful death if she had been the one.
“No…” the Chancellor locked eyes with Yoda once more.
“What know you of the Sith Young Skywalker?” Yoda asked the question but the Chancellor was the one that looked at him awaiting his response.
“Just what you and Obi-Wan have told me. There is one Master and one Apprentice. Obi-Wan killed one though no one is sure which he destroyed.”
“We know now that Master Kenobi destroyed the Apprentice.”
“How?” Anakin asked, not sure if he truly wanted the answer.
“Because all of our intelligence indicates that Darth Maul’s Master was Count Dooku.”
“Count Dooku,” Anakin laughed, waiting for the others to do so as well. They didn’t. “That’s a joke right? Because I thought the Sith went after power, Dooku didn’t seem very powerful to me.”
“Powerful enough to almost destroy you and your Master,” the Chancellor said quietly. “He would have if Master Yoda had not intervened.”
“No joke is this Young Skywalker, Count Dooku is the Sith Lord that looking for we have,” Yoda frowned at him, Chancellor Palpatine tapped his fingers against his knees, seemed to realize what he was doing and linked his hands together to stop the movement.
“And do we know who his new apprentice is?”
“Yes, but it appears that they may have split. Their goals are not the same. Dooku seems to be trying to destroy Master Kenobi for reasons known only to him. While his apprentice has appeared to have returned to the light…”
“Trying to protect him he is. Using whatever means are available,” Yoda looked at him gravely.
“Who?” Anakin stared at Yoda, willing the name to come to him. Willing Yoda to not say the name that he was sure was going to spill forth.
Then he willed Yoda to invent a way to go back into time so he could lock Obi-Wan into their room and throw away the key.
Obi-Wan who was an ever present presence in the back of his mind, the presence that he checked first thing in the morning even though he was lying beside him and checked last thing at night even though he was lying beside him.
Anakin!
The voice screamed clearly in his mind through the Force, the Chancellor and Yoda heard it as well he could see, Yoda came swiftly to his feet at a speed that Anakin hadn’t seen him move at in years.
The Chancellor closed his eyes like he was attempting to latch onto Obi-Wan’s Force signature and reel him in.
Then he felt the fear, the pain, a flicker in the link between them.
And then he was gone.
A tear ran unnoticed down his cheek at the sense of loss and then he was in motion. Obi-Wan had last been at Padmé’s.
Was probably still there.
That’s where he would go, that’s where he would find his beloved safe and unharmed and that’s where he would annihilate her.
He had promised Obi-Wan that if anyone tried to take him away that he would destroy them… and he would.
Both of them. Because he knew who Padmé was helping and he would be damned if they would succeed.
Obi-Wan was his and his alone.
By walking away all others had long ago given up rights to him.
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The room was dark when he woke. That in itself was unusual. Normally it was so bright it gave him a headache now it was so dark he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face.
He thought momentarily of complaining, because damn… couldn’t they find a happy medium somewhere?
He tried to turn on his side and found himself unable to move his left leg.
He lifted his head, peering blearily into the dark as he wiggled his leg to confirm that yes; it was still there (just because Anakin had all his limbs didn’t mean that Ewan wanted to start losing them in his place) and then heard the distinct noise of metal hitting metal.
He let his head drop back down onto the pillow and groaned. Then winced because that thing that Padmé had fastened around his neck right before he’d passed out was digging into his skin.
He scrabbled at it with his fingers; he could just barely pull it away from his skin without choking himself.
He knew what it was, he hadn’t read very many of the books but he knew a Force-inhibiting collar when he felt one keeping him from touching something that he’d grown quite used to.
He wondered how Obi-Wan was coping in a world where there was no Force just movies about it.
He was optimistically hoping that was where Obi-Wan had disappeared to because the alternative just didn’t bear thinking about.
He sighed and tried to remember if there had been anything useful in the books that he’d read that would tell him how to get the collar off.
He was pretty sure that even if he had a bobby pin that it wouldn’t work, and that was even if he could remember how to pick a lock. It had been years he might have lost his touch.
He scratched his chin, and wondered why Padmé had restrained him by the leg instead of chaining up his arms.
The door opened suddenly and he blinked at the sudden light. Two figures stood in the doorway, one small and petite that could only be Padmé (he silently groaned because he really wasn’t up to dealing with her right yet, he didn’t even have an escape plan put together) and a taller figure, obviously male that stood directly in the light so he couldn’t make out a face.
It was probably going to end up being someone he knew (he was really hoping for it to be someone other than Chancellor Palpatine).
Because if he really had to die he would prefer it be by Anakin’s hand not by the creepy Emperor in the making.
“You’re awake,” Padmé sounded pleased and he squinted as she walked toward him.
He cringed back as far as he could (which wasn’t far, damn ankle chain) when she sat on the bed beside him and he knew his face was a mixture of revulsion and loathing when she leaned down to stroke his cheek.
Even without the Force she still felt wrong and he couldn’t figure out why.
“Padmé,” the other scolded softly and Ewan frowned. The voice sounded familiar, to familiar and he strained again to make out a face. Wracked his brain trying to put a name to the face.
Padmé sighed, touched his cheek once more and stood.
“I’ll just leave you two alone to get reacquainted shall I,” she smiled briefly, touched the others arm and left. The door closing behind her shrouding the room in dark once more.
He felt the shift of air as the other moved across the room and it felt like his heart was just going to leap out of his damned chest as he waited for him to do something.
Say something.
The thin mattress dipped as he sat on the bed beside him and Ewan near jumped out of his skin, certainly his entire body tensed up expecting a blow, torture, something horrendous and painful. He was a man he could take it.
He didn’t know how to react when he felt soft hands touch his ankle.
Releasing the restraint and Ewan drew his legs to his chest and scurried into the corner of the bed.
A low chuckle and he frowned. He so knew that chuckle, he’d heard it on more than one occasion as the owner of it had told dirty jokes about sheep herders.
“Oh my dear young Padawan,” a gentle hand came out to cup his cheek tilting his head up so his eyes could meet a dead mans. “You should know that I would never hurt you or allow any harm to come to you.”
Ewan just blinked.
Not quite understanding how Qui-Gon Jinn who had fucking died in his arms in the first movie was sitting on the bed smiling at him like this was an every day occurrence.
The dead coming back to life, sitting down and having conversations with him.
Obviously he was still unconscious.
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Next update on Friday.
The summons to Yoda couldn’t have come at a better time Anakin decided. Because he was about three seconds from hopping into a speeder and sitting outside Padmé’s door until Obi-Wan emerged.
TITLE: Between Space & Time
RATING: R - because Ewan likes to cuss
PAIRING: nothing yet, will end up (eventually) Ewan/Anakin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Heh, I own nothing. Ewan owns himself as does anybody else that is a real person in real life. George Lucas owns everyone that that is property of Star Wars. I make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 /
Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14
Between Space & Time – Part 15
The summons to Yoda couldn’t have come at a better time Anakin decided. Because he was about three seconds from hopping into a speeder and sitting outside Padmé’s door until Obi-Wan emerged.
Safe and sound and no longer worried about the fact that he might have cheated on him.
Anakin wanted to hit Padmé. He really wanted to do worse than that but Obi-Wan would never allow it, any of it. He would say that she was crazy and needed their help and forgiveness, not their anger and then he would frown at him disapprovingly and Anakin would have to beg forgiveness when it was her fault because she was forever trying to take what wasn’t hers.
If she would just learn to keep her hands to herself…
“Master Yoda,” Anakin called and he felt the nudge against his mind that was Yoda telling him to come in.
It surprised him to see Chancellor Palpatine sitting across from Yoda, cross-legged on the floor. Hands on his knees.
It was an odd look, something he’d never seen and really, truthfully hoped to never see again.
“Young Skywalker,” the Chancellor nodded a welcome at him.
“Have a seat you will,” and Yoda waved him to the floor near them.
“Is there something going on?” Anakin eased into position and looked from one to the other.
Because Chancellor Palpatine had never visited the Jedi Temple. Not once in his recollection, he’d been to the Healers Wards yes, but never walked the extra steps to enter the Temple itself.
And he hadn’t even thought that the Chancellor and Yoda had exchanged more than five words since Palpatine had become Chancellor.
“Just discussing Master Kenobi and Senator Amidala we were,” Yoda inclined a head towards Chancellor Palpatine and Anakin glanced at him.
The Chancellor was looking at neither of them. Staring instead at the floor and Anakin wondered for what reason he had come to them.
Padmé was a close associate of the Chancellor’s he’d thought, friends in some small measure. If he was concerned about her Anakin would have thought he would meet directly with her.
“Master Kenobi is meeting with Senator Amidala as we speak,” Anakin tried to keep the anger that he felt at that woman from his voice. From the way Yoda was looking at him it appeared he’d not even come close to succeeding.
He could not help feeling justified in his anger. Obi-Wan was his to protect and shelter, as much as he would allow anyway.
The fact that he had been emotionally reeling from what she’d said to him, so worried that he had in some small way wronged Anakin and didn’t remember it.
Well that meant Anakin wasn’t doing his job. He should never have allowed the first meeting, although it was possible that she would have appealed directly to the Jedi to meet with Obi-Wan instead.
“Are you sure it was wise to allow them to meet unattended?” the Chancellor’s voice was soft and his eyes finally left the ground to meet Yoda’s.
Anakin wondered why the Chancellor was avoiding looking at him. He’d thought they were friends, when Obi-Wan had been unconscious in the Healers Ward the Chancellor had made time for him every day so he had someone to talk over his fears with.
“Master Kenobi, very stubborn he is,” Yoda finally said.
“Why are you worried…” he never got to finish the question, his breath rushed from his body as the Chancellor looked over to meet his eyes and he felt the Force flare in him.
“You’re a Jedi,” he breathed.
“Not a word you will speak of this,” Yoda commanded. “Not to anyone, not even your Master Kenobi. Things are muddled enough in his head.”
“Why?” Anakin didn’t like feeling bewildered. He liked even less the feeling that he’d been used in some way.
“The Dark Side of the Force, growing stronger it is. Clouding judgment, masking intents.”
“Causing my guards to make unwise decisions,” the Chancellor muttered.
“You think the Dark Side has something to do with why Obi-Wan was attacked?” he asked it bluntly and he used the name he was most attached to. There was no longer a need for pretense in this room; they both knew exactly what his relationship with Obi-Wan was.
They had probably discussed it behind his back.
“Yes. Senator Amidala is involved somehow although we’ve yet to determine in what capacity.”
“Do you think she was the one that poisoned him?” Anakin’s eyes narrowed and his voice was angry and he was already envisioning her excruciatingly painful death if she had been the one.
“No…” the Chancellor locked eyes with Yoda once more.
“What know you of the Sith Young Skywalker?” Yoda asked the question but the Chancellor was the one that looked at him awaiting his response.
“Just what you and Obi-Wan have told me. There is one Master and one Apprentice. Obi-Wan killed one though no one is sure which he destroyed.”
“We know now that Master Kenobi destroyed the Apprentice.”
“How?” Anakin asked, not sure if he truly wanted the answer.
“Because all of our intelligence indicates that Darth Maul’s Master was Count Dooku.”
“Count Dooku,” Anakin laughed, waiting for the others to do so as well. They didn’t. “That’s a joke right? Because I thought the Sith went after power, Dooku didn’t seem very powerful to me.”
“Powerful enough to almost destroy you and your Master,” the Chancellor said quietly. “He would have if Master Yoda had not intervened.”
“No joke is this Young Skywalker, Count Dooku is the Sith Lord that looking for we have,” Yoda frowned at him, Chancellor Palpatine tapped his fingers against his knees, seemed to realize what he was doing and linked his hands together to stop the movement.
“And do we know who his new apprentice is?”
“Yes, but it appears that they may have split. Their goals are not the same. Dooku seems to be trying to destroy Master Kenobi for reasons known only to him. While his apprentice has appeared to have returned to the light…”
“Trying to protect him he is. Using whatever means are available,” Yoda looked at him gravely.
“Who?” Anakin stared at Yoda, willing the name to come to him. Willing Yoda to not say the name that he was sure was going to spill forth.
Then he willed Yoda to invent a way to go back into time so he could lock Obi-Wan into their room and throw away the key.
Obi-Wan who was an ever present presence in the back of his mind, the presence that he checked first thing in the morning even though he was lying beside him and checked last thing at night even though he was lying beside him.
Anakin!
The voice screamed clearly in his mind through the Force, the Chancellor and Yoda heard it as well he could see, Yoda came swiftly to his feet at a speed that Anakin hadn’t seen him move at in years.
The Chancellor closed his eyes like he was attempting to latch onto Obi-Wan’s Force signature and reel him in.
Then he felt the fear, the pain, a flicker in the link between them.
And then he was gone.
A tear ran unnoticed down his cheek at the sense of loss and then he was in motion. Obi-Wan had last been at Padmé’s.
Was probably still there.
That’s where he would go, that’s where he would find his beloved safe and unharmed and that’s where he would annihilate her.
He had promised Obi-Wan that if anyone tried to take him away that he would destroy them… and he would.
Both of them. Because he knew who Padmé was helping and he would be damned if they would succeed.
Obi-Wan was his and his alone.
By walking away all others had long ago given up rights to him.
The room was dark when he woke. That in itself was unusual. Normally it was so bright it gave him a headache now it was so dark he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face.
He thought momentarily of complaining, because damn… couldn’t they find a happy medium somewhere?
He tried to turn on his side and found himself unable to move his left leg.
He lifted his head, peering blearily into the dark as he wiggled his leg to confirm that yes; it was still there (just because Anakin had all his limbs didn’t mean that Ewan wanted to start losing them in his place) and then heard the distinct noise of metal hitting metal.
He let his head drop back down onto the pillow and groaned. Then winced because that thing that Padmé had fastened around his neck right before he’d passed out was digging into his skin.
He scrabbled at it with his fingers; he could just barely pull it away from his skin without choking himself.
He knew what it was, he hadn’t read very many of the books but he knew a Force-inhibiting collar when he felt one keeping him from touching something that he’d grown quite used to.
He wondered how Obi-Wan was coping in a world where there was no Force just movies about it.
He was optimistically hoping that was where Obi-Wan had disappeared to because the alternative just didn’t bear thinking about.
He sighed and tried to remember if there had been anything useful in the books that he’d read that would tell him how to get the collar off.
He was pretty sure that even if he had a bobby pin that it wouldn’t work, and that was even if he could remember how to pick a lock. It had been years he might have lost his touch.
He scratched his chin, and wondered why Padmé had restrained him by the leg instead of chaining up his arms.
The door opened suddenly and he blinked at the sudden light. Two figures stood in the doorway, one small and petite that could only be Padmé (he silently groaned because he really wasn’t up to dealing with her right yet, he didn’t even have an escape plan put together) and a taller figure, obviously male that stood directly in the light so he couldn’t make out a face.
It was probably going to end up being someone he knew (he was really hoping for it to be someone other than Chancellor Palpatine).
Because if he really had to die he would prefer it be by Anakin’s hand not by the creepy Emperor in the making.
“You’re awake,” Padmé sounded pleased and he squinted as she walked toward him.
He cringed back as far as he could (which wasn’t far, damn ankle chain) when she sat on the bed beside him and he knew his face was a mixture of revulsion and loathing when she leaned down to stroke his cheek.
Even without the Force she still felt wrong and he couldn’t figure out why.
“Padmé,” the other scolded softly and Ewan frowned. The voice sounded familiar, to familiar and he strained again to make out a face. Wracked his brain trying to put a name to the face.
Padmé sighed, touched his cheek once more and stood.
“I’ll just leave you two alone to get reacquainted shall I,” she smiled briefly, touched the others arm and left. The door closing behind her shrouding the room in dark once more.
He felt the shift of air as the other moved across the room and it felt like his heart was just going to leap out of his damned chest as he waited for him to do something.
Say something.
The thin mattress dipped as he sat on the bed beside him and Ewan near jumped out of his skin, certainly his entire body tensed up expecting a blow, torture, something horrendous and painful. He was a man he could take it.
He didn’t know how to react when he felt soft hands touch his ankle.
Releasing the restraint and Ewan drew his legs to his chest and scurried into the corner of the bed.
A low chuckle and he frowned. He so knew that chuckle, he’d heard it on more than one occasion as the owner of it had told dirty jokes about sheep herders.
“Oh my dear young Padawan,” a gentle hand came out to cup his cheek tilting his head up so his eyes could meet a dead mans. “You should know that I would never hurt you or allow any harm to come to you.”
Ewan just blinked.
Not quite understanding how Qui-Gon Jinn who had fucking died in his arms in the first movie was sitting on the bed smiling at him like this was an every day occurrence.
The dead coming back to life, sitting down and having conversations with him.
Obviously he was still unconscious.
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Date: 2005-07-26 10:33 am (UTC)I used to have this thought reserved for Sienna Miller, but now that I almost feel sorry for her, the feeling goes out to slash-ruining!Padme; The bitch must die!
And Qui-Gon omghur 8D~!
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Date: 2005-07-26 04:52 pm (UTC)Such a twisted turn of events!
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Date: 2005-07-26 05:22 pm (UTC)Evil!Padme and... Qui-Gon????? Oh. Wow.
Bravo for the twists! And yet another cliffhanger!
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Date: 2005-07-26 06:47 pm (UTC)I don't understand why Obi is called Ewan. Can you tell me? I'm kind of slow sometimes ;-)
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Date: 2005-07-27 02:21 am (UTC)1000000000 hearts
Date: 2005-07-26 07:00 pm (UTC)i honestly thought i could not love this series more than i already did. dude, was i WRONG..
i won't get stoned if i mention my love for Q/O too, will i? *ducks*
but. but, oh! OH!! Dark!Qui-Gon!! eeeeeeee.
that is a Serious Kink of mine you've hit there. *dies*
i daresay i'm not alone!
*is So Dead*
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Date: 2005-07-27 08:59 am (UTC)Re: 1000000000 hearts
Date: 2005-07-27 12:51 pm (UTC)yessss.. Liam is teh delicioussss.. come over to the Dark Side.. join us, Liam!
XD
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Date: 2005-07-26 08:27 pm (UTC)Love this line.
The Chancellor closed his eyes like he was attempting to latch onto Obi-Wan’s Force signature and reel him in.
Never whould have thought that Palpatine would be on the light side, but it's actually okay ince he looks .. umm.. kind (?)
...and that’s where he would annihilate her.
Another line that I love!
Like woah!
Date: 2005-07-26 09:25 pm (UTC)I bet Ewan is so fucking confused.
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Date: 2005-07-26 11:15 pm (UTC)As soon as he called him his padawan I was like *jaw drop*
I'm actually glad Palpatine is a good guy. He would have made a really cool good guy.
Qui-gon Jinn and Padme make really interesting bad guys.
This is the most unique story I've found in forever. I am REALLY enjoying it.
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Date: 2005-07-27 06:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-28 04:27 pm (UTC)... most coherent thought I have. I can't believe... Qui-Gon!?!
O.O
Please update soon, I looove yooouuu!!
eheheheh!
--Kay