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Fic: Not Forgotten - 4/13 - S/X
Title: Not Forgotten.
Rating: 18
Genre: H/C
Warnings: Angst, Character Death. Vamping of a main character. Please remember, guys, it's me, Suki, I always make it better!
Summary: Xander's life is completely altered in a matter of seconds. It's up to Spike to fix him and make it better.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Anyone worried about the character death content? Email me at sukibluekitty@aol.com and I can do my best to reassure you.
This is the prequel to See Me. Ever wondered what the events were that led up to Xander making his point? Ever wondered what happened after? You're about to find out.
I have included See Me for anyone that hasn't read it or needs a reminder. It's teeny tiny and please just ignore it if you want. You don't *need* to have read it to read Not Forgotten. :o)
Thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kitty_poker1 for the great beta!
Written foramejisuto because she gave me repeated puppy dog eyes. This is all for you, hon.
See Me
Previous Parts
Chapter 4
Another week passed and Spike continued to drink from the blood in the fridge and then let Xander feed from him. It was driving him absolutely crackers. His Childe gave him a raging hard-on every single time and it was all Spike could do to finally push him away and finish each feeding session. If he didn’t know any better, he could have sworn that Xander was doing it on purpose.
Each day Xander grew stronger and more demanding. He’d worked out how to change into his gameface, how to feed without the need for a knife and his speech had improved threefold. Xander’s grasp of the word ‘bugger’ had been particularly astounding. Forty eight hours had passed with the constant chant of “Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger…” And Spike had certainly regretted his reaction of, “Fuck this for a game of marbles,” but at least Xander had only picked up on the word ‘marbles’.
**
Spike cranked open one eye at a strange low rumbling. “Little pet? That you?” he asked, propping himself onto his elbow and staring down at his Childe.
Xander was staring up at the door to the main house. He was in full gameface and his top lip was curled up to expose gleaming white fangs.
He was beautiful. Spike drew in a long, slow breath and caressed Xander’s arm. So beautiful.
Xander snarled and rolled away onto his stomach. He got up onto all fours and crawled across the bed, his eyes fixed on the door and his chest rumbling with a constant growl.
Spike cocked his head and listened to the noises upstairs. Xander’s father.
Spike caught hold of Xander’s ankle just as he sprang from the bed. “No, you don’t.”
Xander snarled and tried to kick Spike away.
“Oi, no kicking!” Spike cried, letting go of Xander’s ankle with a start.
Xander scrambled away, stopping to crouch at the bottom of the stairs. He lifted his face into the air and scented.
That’s him.
Twisted fucker.
Kill him.
Want him dead.
Slow.
With a low growl that would have terrified most sensible people, Xander slowly crept up the stairs.
Mine.
Payback.
Hurt me.
Hurt her.
Pay.
Spike stood at the bottom of the stairs and debated.
To kill or not to kill.
The sight of Xander stalking his prey was a beautiful one. The muscles in his Childe’s body had tightened and his face had become the picture of a pure predator. It was amazing. Spike had not taught Xander how to hunt or how to kill. He hadn’t considered it necessary. As soon as possible he planned to find a way to restore Xander’s soul and his Childe did not need the unbearable memory of taking a life.
Spike felt himself hardening at the sound of the constant growling from his Childe.
Fuck.
Can’t let him. Want to. Can’t.
“Come back here, little pet.”
Xander turned around and snarled nastily at Spike. The gesture was a clear, ‘fuck off,’ from Childe to Sire.
“Not very nice, was it? Get your arse back here, now.”
A sudden noise of glass breaking just above them and Xander pounced, his readied body pushing him the rest of the way up the stairs and towards the door.
Spike was ready. Changing into his gameface, he propelled himself up the stairs and tore Xander away from the door. Moving back down, Spike had to fight to keep from overbalancing as held on to his struggling Childe.
“Xan, come on, pet. Kill ‘im later, yeah? When you’ve had a think about it.”
“Nooooooooooo.”
What Spike thought was going to be a scream came out as a long whine. Xander slumped against his Sire, letting him support his full weight. A smattering of memories spotted his brain and Xander fought to put them in place.
Spike half dragged, half lifted Xander over to the bed. Settling him back beneath the covers, he began petting and calming his Childe.
“Hurts,” Xander said finally.
“What hurts, little pet?” Spike asked.
“He does. He does. I remember.”
“Your father?”
Xander nodded.
“Wanna tell me about it?”
Xander shook his head, no. “Wanna kill him.”
“I know you do, pet. So do I. But then again, I wanna kill just about everyone.” Spike’s tone held an edge of humour and he flashed Xander an amused grin.
Xander smiled back only briefly before a confused frown replaced it. “Why can’t I kill? I want to.”
Spike grinned again at the tiny pout. “Because I’m your Sire and I say so.”
“But why?”
Spike rolled his eyes. “Bloody hell. I told you this already. I’m gonna get your soul stitched back on.”
“So?”
“So…you’ll regret it.”
“I won’t! I promise! *Please*! I won’t make a mess, honest!”
“I ain’t worried about the mess, little pet. Look, just hold on a while longer. I got a meeting with a bloke in a couple of days, you know that. I bet he can fix up your soul, good and proper. And if you still want to kill your father or *anyone* else after you’ve got your soul back, then you can.”
“Really? And you won’t get mad?”
“Hand on my un-beating heart, luv.”
“Okay, then. Sleep now?”
“Yup.”
Spike stretched himself out on the bed and opened his arms to his Childe. Xander snuggled against him, resting his head on a hard chest and wrapping his arms around a slim waist.
Spike placed a chaste kiss to Xander’s head before he commenced a purr that was code for, ‘Sleep, brat, or I’ll drop you in a cold bath.’
Spike had somewhat gotten used to this new Xander. He was affectionate, usually respectful and absolutely hell-bent on snacking on his friends. He was everything a vampire could want from a growing Childe. His speech had pretty much returned now and he seemed to understand anything that Spike said. His aggressive tendencies were definitely on the rise and he was becoming restless, just like he should be.
In short, everything was going as it should. Spike should have been happy. He had a Childe to train, use and fuck. With the chip in his head, Spike should have been happy that he had Xander. His Childe was growing strong and, with a little bit of training and a few pointers, he would easily be able to hunt and bring home prey for his Sire.
But it wasn’t right. Where Spike should have been thinking evil, selfish thoughts, he couldn’t help but think sappy, poncy ones.
This Xander was all wrong. He wanted the old Xander back. The one that got right on his last nerve and threatened to send him loopy. He wanted back the Xander that got in his face and gave as good as he got. He wanted the Xander that always smiled even if his heart was breaking. He wanted the Xander that had nearly become his friend.
Spike's thoughts turned to those on Xander’s snack list. His friends. What the fuck was going on there? It had been three weeks since Xander had been turned and not one of them had made an appearance. Okay, so Spike had gone to massive lengths to make sure that no Scooby came within staking distance of his Childe, but that still didn’t take away the feeling that they should have come and checked on their friend.
Spike was well known for his evil ways and, even though he had tried and tried again to prove himself since he’d… since the thing with Buffy, he still wasn’t trusted by any of the gang. Xander had come close to it, but there had still been doubt.
Spike had used every trick in the book to steer the gang away from the truth. Notes written in Xander’s handwriting, Spike ‘passing on’ messages, Xander’s voice on their answer machine announcing a week long trip. It had all been fake and they had swallowed it all without question. Yes, Spike was very clever when he put his mind to it and yes, there was some apocalypse going down at the moment, but did that make it okay? How was Xander going to feel when he was back to his old self?
Spike tried to push the thoughts aside. It would soon be sundown and he had things to do. He glanced down at his sleeping Childe’s face and growled.
How could they?
He had a mind to storm over to the Slayer’s house and inform her of what a crap friend she was. But that would be stupid. Xander wasn’t ready to face what would come.
They were staring down the barrel of a gun. They both had to be ready.
**
Spike froze. This was it. This was the moment he had been dreading.
“Hey, Xan!”
Xander blinked and searched his memories for a bouncing red-head. “Willow.”
“It feels like ages since…”
Willow’s cell phone rang and she held up a finger as she pulled it out and answered it.
Xander glanced over at Spike as Willow turned around to giggle into the phone. He licked his lips and motioned towards Willow with his head.
Spike shook his head and mouthed a firm, ‘No’ just as Willow turned back towards them.
“Sorry about that. I’ve got to go. Will you be at The Bronze tonight?”
“Will you all be there?” Xander asked, thinking more about his stomach than socialising with his friends.
“I think so. Buffy has been real busy lately, you know, what with the world nearly ending, again. So anyway, she may or may not be there. I can’t say for sure. I’ll be there, though. So, you’ll come? It’s been so long since we’ve danced together. Oh…Spike, erm, you’re invited too…I guess.”
“I’m honoured,” Spike said in his most sarcastic voice, every part of his being just willing Willow to get lost.
“Right. Anyway, I’ve got to go…”
“You already said that, yet you’re still here,” Xander answered, irritated that he wasn’t allowed to make a meal out of something that smelled so delicious.
Willow completely missed the tone and started to walk away, waving a hand in the air. “See you later then. Bye!”
Spike released a breath and turned to receive an armful of Xander.
“Can we? Purrrlease?”
“What?”
“Go to The Bronze. I remember it there. Lots of…food.”
“No.”
“But…”
“I said no. Too risky, little pet. Not yet.”
“Yet? So we can, one day?”
“One day, yeah. When you’re all fixed.”
“Fixed?”
“When you’re back to your old self.”
Xander frowned. He was puzzled as to what his old self was like.
“Come on, time's a'wasting and that was a close call. Buffy ain’t as naive as Red is. She’ll spot you a mile off.”
“So we’re going to go get my soul back?”
Spike took Xander’s hand and pulled him down the street. “Yep.”
“Why?”
Spike rolled his eyes. They had been over and over this, a thousand times and then more. He opted for the simple answer. “Because someone took it without asking.”
TBC...
Rating: 18
Genre: H/C
Warnings: Angst, Character Death. Vamping of a main character. Please remember, guys, it's me, Suki, I always make it better!
Summary: Xander's life is completely altered in a matter of seconds. It's up to Spike to fix him and make it better.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Anyone worried about the character death content? Email me at sukibluekitty@aol.com and I can do my best to reassure you.
This is the prequel to See Me. Ever wondered what the events were that led up to Xander making his point? Ever wondered what happened after? You're about to find out.
I have included See Me for anyone that hasn't read it or needs a reminder. It's teeny tiny and please just ignore it if you want. You don't *need* to have read it to read Not Forgotten. :o)
Thank you to
kitty_poker1 for the great beta!Written for
amejisuto because she gave me repeated puppy dog eyes. This is all for you, hon.See Me
Previous Parts
Chapter 4
Another week passed and Spike continued to drink from the blood in the fridge and then let Xander feed from him. It was driving him absolutely crackers. His Childe gave him a raging hard-on every single time and it was all Spike could do to finally push him away and finish each feeding session. If he didn’t know any better, he could have sworn that Xander was doing it on purpose.
Each day Xander grew stronger and more demanding. He’d worked out how to change into his gameface, how to feed without the need for a knife and his speech had improved threefold. Xander’s grasp of the word ‘bugger’ had been particularly astounding. Forty eight hours had passed with the constant chant of “Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger…” And Spike had certainly regretted his reaction of, “Fuck this for a game of marbles,” but at least Xander had only picked up on the word ‘marbles’.
**
Spike cranked open one eye at a strange low rumbling. “Little pet? That you?” he asked, propping himself onto his elbow and staring down at his Childe.
Xander was staring up at the door to the main house. He was in full gameface and his top lip was curled up to expose gleaming white fangs.
He was beautiful. Spike drew in a long, slow breath and caressed Xander’s arm. So beautiful.
Xander snarled and rolled away onto his stomach. He got up onto all fours and crawled across the bed, his eyes fixed on the door and his chest rumbling with a constant growl.
Spike cocked his head and listened to the noises upstairs. Xander’s father.
Spike caught hold of Xander’s ankle just as he sprang from the bed. “No, you don’t.”
Xander snarled and tried to kick Spike away.
“Oi, no kicking!” Spike cried, letting go of Xander’s ankle with a start.
Xander scrambled away, stopping to crouch at the bottom of the stairs. He lifted his face into the air and scented.
That’s him.
Twisted fucker.
Kill him.
Want him dead.
Slow.
With a low growl that would have terrified most sensible people, Xander slowly crept up the stairs.
Mine.
Payback.
Hurt me.
Hurt her.
Pay.
Spike stood at the bottom of the stairs and debated.
To kill or not to kill.
The sight of Xander stalking his prey was a beautiful one. The muscles in his Childe’s body had tightened and his face had become the picture of a pure predator. It was amazing. Spike had not taught Xander how to hunt or how to kill. He hadn’t considered it necessary. As soon as possible he planned to find a way to restore Xander’s soul and his Childe did not need the unbearable memory of taking a life.
Spike felt himself hardening at the sound of the constant growling from his Childe.
Fuck.
Can’t let him. Want to. Can’t.
“Come back here, little pet.”
Xander turned around and snarled nastily at Spike. The gesture was a clear, ‘fuck off,’ from Childe to Sire.
“Not very nice, was it? Get your arse back here, now.”
A sudden noise of glass breaking just above them and Xander pounced, his readied body pushing him the rest of the way up the stairs and towards the door.
Spike was ready. Changing into his gameface, he propelled himself up the stairs and tore Xander away from the door. Moving back down, Spike had to fight to keep from overbalancing as held on to his struggling Childe.
“Xan, come on, pet. Kill ‘im later, yeah? When you’ve had a think about it.”
“Nooooooooooo.”
What Spike thought was going to be a scream came out as a long whine. Xander slumped against his Sire, letting him support his full weight. A smattering of memories spotted his brain and Xander fought to put them in place.
Spike half dragged, half lifted Xander over to the bed. Settling him back beneath the covers, he began petting and calming his Childe.
“Hurts,” Xander said finally.
“What hurts, little pet?” Spike asked.
“He does. He does. I remember.”
“Your father?”
Xander nodded.
“Wanna tell me about it?”
Xander shook his head, no. “Wanna kill him.”
“I know you do, pet. So do I. But then again, I wanna kill just about everyone.” Spike’s tone held an edge of humour and he flashed Xander an amused grin.
Xander smiled back only briefly before a confused frown replaced it. “Why can’t I kill? I want to.”
Spike grinned again at the tiny pout. “Because I’m your Sire and I say so.”
“But why?”
Spike rolled his eyes. “Bloody hell. I told you this already. I’m gonna get your soul stitched back on.”
“So?”
“So…you’ll regret it.”
“I won’t! I promise! *Please*! I won’t make a mess, honest!”
“I ain’t worried about the mess, little pet. Look, just hold on a while longer. I got a meeting with a bloke in a couple of days, you know that. I bet he can fix up your soul, good and proper. And if you still want to kill your father or *anyone* else after you’ve got your soul back, then you can.”
“Really? And you won’t get mad?”
“Hand on my un-beating heart, luv.”
“Okay, then. Sleep now?”
“Yup.”
Spike stretched himself out on the bed and opened his arms to his Childe. Xander snuggled against him, resting his head on a hard chest and wrapping his arms around a slim waist.
Spike placed a chaste kiss to Xander’s head before he commenced a purr that was code for, ‘Sleep, brat, or I’ll drop you in a cold bath.’
Spike had somewhat gotten used to this new Xander. He was affectionate, usually respectful and absolutely hell-bent on snacking on his friends. He was everything a vampire could want from a growing Childe. His speech had pretty much returned now and he seemed to understand anything that Spike said. His aggressive tendencies were definitely on the rise and he was becoming restless, just like he should be.
In short, everything was going as it should. Spike should have been happy. He had a Childe to train, use and fuck. With the chip in his head, Spike should have been happy that he had Xander. His Childe was growing strong and, with a little bit of training and a few pointers, he would easily be able to hunt and bring home prey for his Sire.
But it wasn’t right. Where Spike should have been thinking evil, selfish thoughts, he couldn’t help but think sappy, poncy ones.
This Xander was all wrong. He wanted the old Xander back. The one that got right on his last nerve and threatened to send him loopy. He wanted back the Xander that got in his face and gave as good as he got. He wanted the Xander that always smiled even if his heart was breaking. He wanted the Xander that had nearly become his friend.
Spike's thoughts turned to those on Xander’s snack list. His friends. What the fuck was going on there? It had been three weeks since Xander had been turned and not one of them had made an appearance. Okay, so Spike had gone to massive lengths to make sure that no Scooby came within staking distance of his Childe, but that still didn’t take away the feeling that they should have come and checked on their friend.
Spike was well known for his evil ways and, even though he had tried and tried again to prove himself since he’d… since the thing with Buffy, he still wasn’t trusted by any of the gang. Xander had come close to it, but there had still been doubt.
Spike had used every trick in the book to steer the gang away from the truth. Notes written in Xander’s handwriting, Spike ‘passing on’ messages, Xander’s voice on their answer machine announcing a week long trip. It had all been fake and they had swallowed it all without question. Yes, Spike was very clever when he put his mind to it and yes, there was some apocalypse going down at the moment, but did that make it okay? How was Xander going to feel when he was back to his old self?
Spike tried to push the thoughts aside. It would soon be sundown and he had things to do. He glanced down at his sleeping Childe’s face and growled.
How could they?
He had a mind to storm over to the Slayer’s house and inform her of what a crap friend she was. But that would be stupid. Xander wasn’t ready to face what would come.
They were staring down the barrel of a gun. They both had to be ready.
**
Spike froze. This was it. This was the moment he had been dreading.
“Hey, Xan!”
Xander blinked and searched his memories for a bouncing red-head. “Willow.”
“It feels like ages since…”
Willow’s cell phone rang and she held up a finger as she pulled it out and answered it.
Xander glanced over at Spike as Willow turned around to giggle into the phone. He licked his lips and motioned towards Willow with his head.
Spike shook his head and mouthed a firm, ‘No’ just as Willow turned back towards them.
“Sorry about that. I’ve got to go. Will you be at The Bronze tonight?”
“Will you all be there?” Xander asked, thinking more about his stomach than socialising with his friends.
“I think so. Buffy has been real busy lately, you know, what with the world nearly ending, again. So anyway, she may or may not be there. I can’t say for sure. I’ll be there, though. So, you’ll come? It’s been so long since we’ve danced together. Oh…Spike, erm, you’re invited too…I guess.”
“I’m honoured,” Spike said in his most sarcastic voice, every part of his being just willing Willow to get lost.
“Right. Anyway, I’ve got to go…”
“You already said that, yet you’re still here,” Xander answered, irritated that he wasn’t allowed to make a meal out of something that smelled so delicious.
Willow completely missed the tone and started to walk away, waving a hand in the air. “See you later then. Bye!”
Spike released a breath and turned to receive an armful of Xander.
“Can we? Purrrlease?”
“What?”
“Go to The Bronze. I remember it there. Lots of…food.”
“No.”
“But…”
“I said no. Too risky, little pet. Not yet.”
“Yet? So we can, one day?”
“One day, yeah. When you’re all fixed.”
“Fixed?”
“When you’re back to your old self.”
Xander frowned. He was puzzled as to what his old self was like.
“Come on, time's a'wasting and that was a close call. Buffy ain’t as naive as Red is. She’ll spot you a mile off.”
“So we’re going to go get my soul back?”
Spike took Xander’s hand and pulled him down the street. “Yep.”
“Why?”
Spike rolled his eyes. They had been over and over this, a thousand times and then more. He opted for the simple answer. “Because someone took it without asking.”
TBC...
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Yeah, I'm weird. Then again you knew that. Great chapter though luv, you'll be famous!
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Thank you!
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I'd say I'm shocked at Willow's behavior, but I'm really not. I'm anxious to see how the others will react now.
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Thanks, hon. :o)
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The line forms behind me for handing out Scooby Smackdowns. ::snarl::
Awwwww! Xander is growing strong enough to want to eat his family and friends! That's so sweet!
Spike is such a wonderful Sire.
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LOL! Absolutely!
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“I won’t! I promise! *Please*! I won’t make a mess, honest!”
Oh, that was so precious, Xander promising not to make a mess while he kills his Dad. Spike has amazing willpower. *g*
And that last answer was simply perfect. :D
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;o)
Thank you!
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But now Xander's going to get his soul! Yay!! And he'll be more like his old self.
Can't wait for the next bit, luv.
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It'll be nice to have the old Xander back!
Thank you, Tiddyflop!
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“I won’t! I promise! *Please*! I won’t make a mess, honest!”
Heehee! That was great! And the way that Willow was completely oblivious when Xander asks if *she's* going to be at the Bronze...ah, I loved it. And Spike's answer at the very end about Xander's soul was perfect. I really like that he misses the old Xander. Even if I really like this Xander too. ^_^
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I think Spike would be tempted to keep the new Xander, but at the end of the day he's just as sappy as the next man. He wants the Xander he knew.
I quite like Xander like this too. He's kinda primal. :o)
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*Giggles*
I can so see this..
I love this story..
It's got evOl friends, true love, sire-Spike and cuddle-y Xander..
It's got all you need!
*Pets slightly eveel Baby vamp Xan*
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It's got evOl friends, true love, sire-Spike and cuddle-y Xander..
It's got all you need!
LOL! I see your point! :o)
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I know he's gonna end up all souled and such, but I so want to see him kill his pop... oh, well. It's for the best. ^_~
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It's for the best. Is it?? :oO
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Such a Spike line!!! Loved!
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Awwww, that's 'cos he's a little kitty when Xander's there *g* Great chapter! *bounce bounce*
Marie
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Thank you!
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Great chapter hon! Can I have more now?
*puppy eyes*
(Yes, I know I'm one to talk, but still? Pretty please?)
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I think that last line was Spike attempted to be as honest as he could. Xander hasn't asked for any of this and he certainly doesn't deserve it. Spike can see that
More early in the week :o)
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Well.
If we're lucky, the soul will just make Xander a Snarky!Xander who doesn't mind killing a few folk.
Heeeee.
*bounce*
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Spike doesn't want to take advantage of Xander. He wants Xander to be in total possesion of his mind. And as for the death, Spike knows that Xander won't want to kill once he's got his soul. He's just stalling him.
More soon!
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*giggles* Too funny. But gah, wrench my heart with the evil Scoobies and Xander's dad, why don't you? Interesting how things keep coming back now, slowly but surely. I wonder what'll happen when it all comes back...
~Nebula
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Not long to wait... ~evol grin~