Trigger warning! This chapter talks a little of suicide/ a character contemplating suicide. Read at your own risk!

Hello everyone, as always, I would like to thank you all for your continued support. It really means a lot to me.

So, as we know Luna just had her talk with the doctor. He told her she won't be able to fly for a while, so she is reasonably upset.

We're picking up here. I told you last week that I would work as hard as possible to get you a bigger chapter update. I think I did that. I'm probably not going to update next week because I have midterms, but I promise I will make it up to you all.

Disclaimer: I do not own Iron Man, that is unfortunately owned by Marvel. I, however, will be borrowing their characters. Damn muse won't leave me be.

I am grateful when we arrive home. As much as I wanted to get out of the hospital, I will admit that I am very exhausted from having to walk around and not be tied strictly to bed rest.

It took us a few days to actually get home because we couldn't fly. I got to sleep in the limo for most of the ride, but now that I'm home the 'bed rest' rule is probably going to be enforced. "I'm going to go work on my car," I say quietly, hoping no one will hear me.

"Actually," Pepper says, "I think that was on one of the 'don't' lists," She informs me with an apologetic smile.

"Ugh!" I groan loudly, taking care not to grimace at the pain in my chest from the noise. "What is on the 'okay' list?" I ask in annoyance. After all that time I spent in the hospital doing nothing, I just want to spend one day getting greasy from working on my car. Is that too hard to ask?

"Bed rest," Pepper replies, using her 'Pepper smile'. The smile when she knows you have to listen to her.

I groan, throwing my head back. I move to pick up my bag, but my hand is pushed away by my father, who picks the bag up, slinging it over his shoulder, "Doctor said no heavy lifting."

They are both smiling at me, so I give them the best glower I can muster before walking begrudgingly into the house, and up the stairs to my room. It hurts my pride when I realize I am out of breath when I am only half way up the stairs. I flop on my bed, glaring at my father's pitying gaze when he drops my bag by the foot of my bed.

"It's only a week, Moon. You act like someone cut off your legs!"

"It sure feels like it," I mumble under my breath, just loud enough for him to here. He sighs as he shuts my door.

I don't mean to be a pest, but sitting around for three weeks without doing anything is nothing short of torture. I have so much energy built up inside me it's almost painful. I'm not lying when I say that I haven't been able to sleep for a few days. I just feel… I don't know. I feel like I have electricity just running through my body. I feel so static charged.

I feel as though the energy is running through me. I get up, crossing my room in only a few steps. I sit at my desktop computer, knowing if I went down to the lab it would be too much of a temptation. "Jarvis can you start up my computer for me?" I ask, opening my drawers to find my mouse. I can play a few games at least, to keep the boredom away.

When the computer lights up, I put a hand on it to plug my mouse in. The lights, air conditioning, and my computer all turn off, and I can hear a collective sigh come from the whole house. Did we just have a power outage?

I hear Pepper yell to Dad, and Dad yell something back to Pepper. I get gingerly to my feet, a hand flying to my sore ribs.

"What happened?" I ask, not as loudly as I would have liked when I reach the railing of the loft. Pepper looks up at me from her seat on the couch, her eyebrows furrowed.

"I don't know. I think your father is in the lab, we should check on him," She walks quickly to the lab stairs, expecting me to follow.

For the short time I have lived here there has never been a power outage. Stark Manor is just too good. We have backup systems, generators, the works. We even have back up water supplies and a hidden food room – just in case. There is no way that the power could have gone out without there being a major problem.

I draw out my armor, excluding the metal in my collarbone, hand, and ribs, and just spreading the rest of the metal thinner over the rest of my body. Because my bones are still not fully healed I don't want to take the metal out of the bones and risk further injury.

The added weight to my chest makes it harder to breathe, but I ignore it. I hold my breath in anticipation, lighting the palm of my hand to have some light. When I finally make it to the bottom of the stairs, I retract my armor, but keep the flame lit in my hand. I feel strangely drained. I'm not sure if it is just because I haven't used my powers in so long, but even so, it shouldn't drain me this much. My powers weren't meant to kill me. They're like physical fitness. If someone runs after not running for a long time they won't die.

Dad is standing at the wall opposite of the one I am at, with the large breaker box open. I make my way to Pepper, who is standing a few feet from my father. I walk past her, standing next to Dad. I peer in at the board, and my stomach turns at the sight. The whole electrical board is fried.

"Dad what happened? What did you do?" I ask, looking at the board in horror. If that happened to the board, I can only imagine what could have happened to him. How many times is he going to almost kill himself?

Dad rubs his beard, the hand travelling to his hair, which he grabs a fistful of, looking at the board thoughtfully. "I didn't do anything," he says, his hand still full of his hair, eyes never leaving the electrical board.

I frown, "Then what happened?"

He takes a deep breath in, then lets it out, his hand leaving his head, and now crosses his chest, "I don't know. It looks like there was a huge power surge, but that can't be it, because the building down the road still has its lights on," he sighs, dragging a stool from his desk to the board. I mimic him, studying the electrical board myself. From what I can tell, that is exactly what happened. Nothing else could have done that much damage.

"There isn't a storm, so it couldn't have been lightning…" I mutter. Dad nods, but his eyes don't leave the board.

"Hey Pep, can you turn all of the light switches off? I'm going to have to call an electrician to fix all of this. Moon and I could do it ourselves, but it'll take us far too long, and I don't want Luna doing all of that bending and heavy lifting with her injuries."

I huff a groan, but Pepper leaves, flashlight in hand from Dad's desk. Dad stands from his chair, crossing the room to his desk. "I am going to get Jarvis back up and running. See if he managed to identify the problem before everything went out. Help me please," he asks, retrieving a flashlight of his own from his desk.

I nod as he tosses me another flashlight, and then a headlamp. I turn them both on, slipping the lamp on my head. The beams of light manage to make the room much creepier than it actually is. Dad shows me the box that controls Jarvis. It too is pretty mangled, more so than the electrical box. Dad thinks it might take all night to fix. He returns a few moments later with a large battery and some tools for us to use, as well as Jarvis' back up motherboards. Dad has a lot of back up stuff for Jarvis in case anything like this happens. Luckily he also has a file where he can store all of the information as a backup as well, so nothing is getting lost, it's just more of a pain to replace everything, and have it in the proper place.

Once we have everything set, we get to work.

Nine hours later, three pizzas, and four bathroom breaks later, Dad and I set down our tools. The sun rose about three hours ago, but since today is Pepper's day off, she isn't up yet. "We're done," Dad says, stretching his back as he stands from his chair. My ribs, shoulder, and hand burn, but I don't say anything. I'm just glad to be doing something productive. Dad takes his tablet off of the cart next to us, wiping away some of the grime that had settled on it with his black Sabbath tee shirt.

Dad connects his tablet to Jarvis' core. There is no wifi or Bluetooth because of the power outage, so we need all wired connections now. The screen turns from white to blue. "I'm sorry sir, it seems I experienced a malfunction," Jarvis says apologetically.

Dad rolls his eyes, hunching over the tablet, "Really Jay? I had no idea. Do you know what caused the power surge?"

"It seems that Mrs. Luna did, sir."

Dad looks at me for a moment before frowning back at the tablet. "We must have made a mistake while fixing him. That can't be right."

But my stomach feels like it turned into a knot, and I have a tingling sensation going through my entire body. I completely forgot about my new power. I forgot I would have to be dealing with it. I feel like I am going to be sick. That tingly, energetic feeling earlier wasn't just me being over energetic from not being able to do anything, its electrical energy that my body is making. "He's not wrong," I manage to say through my shock and fear. The hair on my arms are standing on end, and I feel like someone dipped me in a cold ice bath.

I bite my lip, trying to blink quickly to keep myself from crying. Of all of the powers I could have gotten, I got electricity.

I can hear something crackling, but I am too busy trying to keep myself from having a breakdown.

"Luna, what's wro-" my father's voice is interrupted by a high pitched yell and buzzing. The moment his hand leaves my skin the buzzing stops, but he is lying on the ground, curled in a fetal position, panting.

"Oh my god!" I screech, dropping to my knees beside him. I just electrocuted my father. The thought makes me feel like I am going to puke. My entire body has shifted into panic mode. I hear the concrete ceiling crack above us. I know I caused that too. "Dad – Dad are you okay? Dad!"

"I - I fine. I'm okay," he says but sounds hesitant and scared. He moves to put a hand on my shoulder, to comfort me, but I scramble away, shaking from fear.

"No – no don't. Don't touch me, I'm going to hurt you!" I get to my feet as quickly as possible, sprinting to my room. I need to keep them safe. I don't know when I'm going to use my powers accidentally. What if I killed him?

I rush past Pepper, who looks like she just woke up, "Luna!"

I keep moving, too afraid of what might happen if I stop. Once I make it to my room I use my telekinesis to barricade my door. Then, my knees give out beneath me, and I dissolve into a pile of tears.

They were at my door for three hours. First banging on the door, demanding to be let in, then telling me that I am not a monster, then pleading to be let in. I think they are still sitting by my door, maybe waiting for me to come out, but I have everything I need in here. I have a bathroom, I have books. I can keep myself locked in here for a very long time, but right now I'm sitting in the middle of the floor, staring at the bed that is in front of my door, shaking.

I have electrical powers. I swallow hard merely at the thought. After all of those years I spent trying to forget, to make peace with what happened, the world finds a new way to torture me. I imagine Thompson in whatever type of afterlife there is, laughing at me. After all, he did tell me he would torture me until I die. I guess he got his wish.

For a moment I look at my closet, and then my bathroom. I have belts, I have pills. I can end it all now, if I want. Spare myself from the horrible things that are going to happen, but I know that won't work. The body has its own subconscious will to live, even if your thoughts tell you that you want to die. My body won't let me die. In my body's own desperation to live, my skin will become so hot it will incinerate the belt, or burn up the pills. I can't say I am proud that I know this from experience. At least I won't waste my time, or get my hopes up.

I get the chills. That's another weird thing. The metaphorical 'chills' you get when something particularly stimulated, but one would think with my abilities that I wouldn't be able to get them. But I do. Every time I think about my electrical powers I do.

It isn't the good kind of chills. They are the kind of chills you get when you are watching a horror movie, and you realize the villain is right behind the protagonist. I guess in a metaphorical sort of way, the villain is right behind the protagonist of my story.

My head aches, but I'm not sure if it is because I have been crying or if it is a power induced headache. Hoping it isn't the latter, I push myself to my feet so I can get some water.

Tony and Pepper sat at the bar, each sitting in silence. After trying to get Luna to open the door for three hours, they decided to go downstairs. At least she couldn't overhear them so they could try and find a way to convince her to leave her room.

Tony was taking this harder than Pepper, who seemed to stay calm despite the circumstances. Tony didn't know how she did it. The only time he had really seen Pepper lose it was when they were all in danger because of Vanko. She'd gotten angry plenty of times before, and certainly upset when they thought Luna had died, but he thought she would have been at least somewhat shaken with what just happened. Maybe Tony's nerves were just a little funny because he was shocked. He hoped so.

He knew Luna would never purposefully hurt him, and therefore, once he knew he wasn't dying, being hurt didn't matter to him. What did matter was the look on Luna's face when he was shocked. He had wanted to tell her that he was okay, that it didn't hurt, but his body wasn't responding to what his brain was telling it to do. Tony knew it was an accident. He was more worried about what Luna would think of herself than his own health at that moment. He'd had worse, after all.

"What are we going to do? We can't let her go on thinking she's a monster," Tony said over the rim of his glass of scotch. He needed the drink to calm his nerves. His hands were still quaking, but he wasn't worried about his hands.

Pepper sighed thoughtfully, rubbing her arms, "I think we should give her some space. If we are too protective we'll push her away, but we also can't let her think that we've given up on her, or that we think she is too dangerous."

Tony nodded, still at a loss as to what to do. He'd been in contact with many girls for as long as he could remember, but aside from Pepper, to an extent, he had never bothered to learn how to comfort them, or learned how to help them react in certain situations. He'd never really done that with many people actually, not just girls. He knew how to do good things for people on occasion, be nice, but that usually included giving them stuff, the occasional inspirational dialogue. But he knew Luna enough that buying her something or lecturing her wouldn't do anything for her. He knew that much, at least.

"I have an idea," Pepper said confidently. She rose from her seat, blackberry in hand. Tony wanted to follow her, but he didn't. He knew Pepper was good at this stuff, and he also knew that he had a tendency to screw things up when he tried to be nice sometimes. Like with the strawberries. And in this case, it wasn't the thought that counted.

Tony also felt upset that he and Pepper hadn't had any time to be together since the night on the roof, but he couldn't help feeling guilty when he admitted it to himself. They'd been so worried about Luna for the past few weeks that they didn't have any time to figure out their relationship now, if they could call it that. Tony wanted it to be one – even though the thought scared him – but he wasn't sure it was one. Pepper had sort of moved in, and they'd been sleeping in the same bed, but there wasn't all of the touching and the kissing that he was used to. He was almost certain Pepper wouldn't want to do all of that, at least not in the first few weeks, but he'd thought he would at least get a smooch on the cheek.

And then there's the daytime. There were no cutesy name calling or flirting, no undressing each other with the eyes, not even holding hands. Even though this wasn't the type of love Tony was used to, he wanted to do it with her. Tony was worried he might have lost Pepper, but if he did she wouldn't be sleeping in his bed every night, right? Tony hoped –as out of character as it sounds for her – that she didn't feel obligated to sleep in his bed. He didn't want her to be doing anything she didn't want to do.

He wanted to tell her this, all of this, but this situation wasn't like any of his one night stands. He was worried of losing her. Right now he wanted to go up to her, wrap his arms around her waist and kiss the length of her shoulder and neck. Tell her that they were going to figure everything out. That everything was going to be okay. But he didn't want her to tell him that she doesn't reciprocate his feelings. He didn't want to lose her.

Instead he waited until Pepper was finished with her phone call, and sat back down in her chair beside him. Her hand rested on the bar just close enough where Tony could reach out and hold it. Tony had heard a number of women, at some point or another, say that men never take a hint. In that moment, Tony wondered if that was his hint.

'Screw it' he thought to himself, taking a deep sip of his scotch, 'why the hell not?'

Tony reached out with his left hand, gently resting his hand on top of hers, sliding his thumb underneath her palm. Her hand moved, Tony immediately let his hand slacken, thinking 'here it comes', until Pepper intertwined her fingers with his.

"What did you do, just now?" Tony asked curiously, still surprised that Pepper hadn't pulled her hand away.

"You'll see," Pepper said, smirking in a way that made Tony feel very uncomfortable, but in a good way.

Pepper leaned closer, and Tony was sure this was his cue to take things farther. He gently initiated the kiss, and Pepper never pulled away.. Tony guessed his thoughts had finally been answered.

A knock sounds from my door. I sit up on my bed, the backboard is leaning against the door, so the movement had vibrated the bed, though only slightly. This is a new tactic.

"Go away," I say, taking care to keep the hoarseness out of my voice.

"I'm not here to make you come out, or to make you let me in. I just thought you might be hungry," Pepper's voice floats through the door.

I want to believe her, but what if they are waiting on the other side of the door, waiting to bust the door down the moment I open it? I don't want anyone to get hurt. It will be better if I stay in here.

"I'm not hungry," I reply. My stomach immediately disagrees with me.

"Well, I'll just leave it out here for you in case you do get hungry," Pepper insists, "its spinach cheese rolls, pasta primavera from the place down the street, and fresh cookies from the bakery a few miles away."

My mouth waters at the mention of the food, but I force myself to stop. They are probably just waiting for me to come out so they can force me to stop. I'll wait for a few hours, and then I'll get the food. They won't wait around for that long.

After three days of waiting for Luna to leave her room, Tony was starting to get annoyed. He thought if he waited she'd eventually come out on her own, but he thought wrong. Luna hadn't come out at all, except to get her food, and even then she would usually wait for an hour before she got it. He didn't understand how she liked eating her food cold, but now he and Pepper had taken to getting her food that wasn't usually eaten hot, sandwiches and things like that. Today the electricians are supposed to arrive to fix everything, and Pepper suggested Tony warned Luna so she wouldn't get scared.

"Why don't you?" Tony asked, "she's better around you. I always say the wrong thing…"

Pepper gave Tony a supportive look, "You need to learn how to talk to people, Tony. Stop being so abrasive and be caring."

Tony rolled his eyes, and got up to walk up the stairs. It's not like he meant to hurt people. He wouldn't do it purposely. Well yeah, he would, but he wouldn't do it to Luna. Sometimes he meant to be caring. He just wasn't.

When Tony got to the door he knocked. He noticed, with a small smirk, that the past few days worth of dishes were piled neatly at her door. At least it looks like she's been eating.

"I'm not coming out," Came the defensive answer. Tony sighed leaning against the door.

"I'm not asking you to, although I would really like you to," he paused. When there was no answer, he continued, "I just thought you would want to know there are electricians coming in to fix all of the damage. I'll tell them to stay away from your room if you want."

"Yes, please do that," Luna answered, although she didn't sound so miserable that time.

"You know, you can come out whenever you want. You're not in trouble," Tony offered. He tried not to sound annoyed, but he felt annoyed. How can she think she is so dangerous? How can she stand to lock herself up? She must know that they don't blame her. Tony knows that Luna can't control herself right now, but she has control over her telekinesis, and pyro abilities – mostly. She'll be able to control her electricity too.

"Dad… I don't want to come out," Luna said sadly through the door, "I'm too dangerous."

"You're not dangerous, Luna. You got those powers for a reason," Tony said, opening and closing his fists angrily. He wanted to hit something, but he knew that Luna wouldn't appreciate it.

"Not everything is meant to be good, Dad. Sometimes bad things happen."

"That's what I thought when I got my reactor. Now look at me," Tony said confidently, hoping to be inspirational.

"You are an old man who can't run because his lungs are too squished, you get attacked every few months, you almost died –"

"But I'm alive, Luna. That's my point. The reactor saved me. Obadiah would have killed me, but because of the reactor I was able to save myself. Sometimes bad things happen, and they turn out to be okay," Tony said, walking away from the door. Some part of him hoped that he'd gotten through to Luna, but he knew how stubborn she was. He was certain that she wouldn't be affected at all by him.

A few hours after Dad came to my room, I hear a collective whirring come from the house.

"Great to be back, Miss Stark," Jarvis says before I can even test to see if the electricity in the house is back.

"Great to have you back Jay. I'm sorry about what happened," I apologize. I'm not sure why I am apologizing to an AI, but somehow it feels right to do. After everything, Jarvis feels like family.

"Not a problem, Luna. Everyone deserves a second chance."

I make a noise, but I don't comment on it. I don't feel like I deserve a second chance. I've been infected with this evil, horrible ability. What I deserve is to be shot. I don't say that out loud.

For the past few days I've felt the electrical energy come back. I know it's a bad thing to let it fester inside of me, but I'm too afraid to let it out. I don't want to let it out. I want it to go away. I'm too afraid to release it on my own terms, but I'm also afraid of what will happen if I get angry or sad or any other type of strong emotion. It will be much worse if I let it release on its own.

I try to think back to when I was getting used to my other powers. It's not hard. I'd fled the country to Canada, taking buses when I could sneak on, the occasional train to. When my powers managed to work for me, rather than against me, it was fairly easy to sneak somewhere I wasn't supposed to be.

I'd made it all the way to Montreal. I wasn't sure how far I'd wanted to run, just that it was better to get as far away as possible. Montreal wasn't like most places I'd been. For the most part, people were very nice. Many gave me food because I looked as homeless as I was. There was one night though. I was at a park. Summer in Canada was beginning to end. I didn't know what I was going to do. I didn't want to go back to the States, but if I were to continue living outside like I had, I needed to go some place warm. I knew that I wouldn't survive the cold winters, even at five.

That night I decided to sleep in the park. Parks weren't always the ideal place to sleep, but this one had a pretty good tunnel that kids usually played in, but at night it would be the perfect place to sleep where no one would be able to find me. I had learned a long time ago that places you sleep in had to double as a hiding place.

Well, that night, just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a noise. It wasn't the usual sort of nighttime noise, but a scuffling, like someone was struggling. I'd heard fights before, but I had always tried to avoid them, which is why I always slept in parks. Most thugs had at least enough dignity to avoid a place where children play.

I watched through the holes of the tunnel, wondering if it was safe enough to run away and find some other place to sleep. I wasn't above sleeping in garbage containers, especially because I knew the next day wasn't a trash day. I always tried not to sleep in any if I could, but if it meant staying away from gang violence, I would sleep there.

There were about four men surrounding one smaller man. He must have been in his late teens, maybe eighteen. He sounded pretty desperate. I knew desperation, after all. I knew how a person's voice usually got higher, the more desperate they are, how they start to say things more quickly, and how what they say seems to make less sense.

This boy sounded very desperate indeed. They people surrounding him weren't doing much to him yet, which seemed odd to me at the time. I didn't understand why they weren't interrogating him. They were speaking in low voices, so I couldn't hear much except for the boy's cries and the occasional 'shut up!'

Now, at that time my powers were very unpredictable, and I knew there was a good chance that a.) my powers would end up doing more harm than good if I tried to help that boy, and b.) my powers might not even do anything. If either of those things happened I would probably be in as much of a bad position as the boy. There was also the other problem that I was still very scared of people in general, and I was worried that if I did manage to save the boy he would turn on my afterwards.

Still, at that point I was very used to gang on gang violence, but I wasn't prepared for what happened next. The two men behind the boy grabbed on to the boy's shoulders and arms, and forced the boy into a kneeling position. From there I couldn't see much because their backs were to me, but I could tell something bad was happening because the boy had gotten louder, and the older men's voices had gotten louder. I could even see the boy's silhouette struggling.

Then, there was a very loud noise, and the boy was silent. The men had parted a little, so I could see what happened to the boy. He was lying, crumpled on the ground. If it weren't for the fact that the boy had a large part of his forehead was missing, replaced with red, which was spreading around his head very quickly in the form of a puddle.

At that time, I knew exactly what death was. I'd had my own close calls after all, and I knew the boy's case wasn't a close call.

I screamed, scrambling out of the tunnel. The men had turned to look at me run, but apparently they didn't find me threatening enough to chase. I ran down the main street, it was only about ten, so some of the shops were still open. I ran groups of people, all who looked at me like I was an inconvenience.

I saw a store that didn't have anyone in it. It was an old bookstore, a good place to hide in. It was one of those thrift type bookstores, where books lie on the floors and make stacks so tall they touch the ceiling. I sprinted into the store, the bell jingled, but I ran down one of the aisles, stopping in the middle of one. I was breathing really heavily, so it wasn't a wonder that I was found fairly quickly.

A woman appeared at the end of the aisle. She was kind of chubby, not huge, but also not small. She had a baby balanced on her hip, about two at the time. I was still really scared – scared of what happened, and I was still pretty scared of people too. I instantly started backing away from her, even though once I took my first step backwards the woman had stopped walking towards me.

I felt the tears on my cheeks, but when my back hit the wall, I was even more terrified. I accidentally caused the books to my right to come tumbling down. Scared, I turned down a different aisle, but found the woman was already there, but this time she was sitting on the ground a few feet from me. I stopped, staring at the woman.

"I'm not going to hurt you," the woman said. I looked at her doubtfully, but I didn't move. I was more curious as to why she hadn't kicked me out yet. Apparently it was bad for business to have a kid who looked like I did in your store. But she didn't.

I wiped away the tears, still standing quite defensively, "That's what everyone says."

"I'm telling the truth," the woman had replied. "What has you all upset? And why are you up so late?"

"I…" my voice faltered. I was going to tell the woman about what happened in the park, but I didn't think that was a great idea. "I was trying to sleep, but I heard fighting, so I ran away," not a complete lie, but also not the truth.

"Were your mommy and daddy fighting?" The woman asked.

I shook my head, "I don't live with them," I tell her, still not wanting to tell her the complete truth.

"Then who was fighting," she asked, seeming very sad.

"I don't know," I told her honestly, For some reason it seemed very wrong to lie to this woman.

She eventually got me to tell the truth, and even managed to hug me. She convinced me to stay with her, to live with her. After a week she recognized my issue. But to my surprise, she understood. She didn't shriek or scream when my hands set ablaze when I got angry or upset. She seemed to know how to deal with me. I didn't realize it then, but she must have had powers of her own. In her house she had herbs and books that looked different than the ones she sold. If I were to guess, I'd say she was a witch. I don't know what she did, but she managed to help me control my powers – more or less. She helped me hide them, and helped me to be able to use them correctly. I lived with her for five years. I wouldn't consider her to be a mother figure, more like an aunt. A very caring aunt. And right now, I could use auntie Jenny. If anyone would know how to help me with my powers, it would be her. She always had a way of talking to people.

I still remember the day I left. She had been dating a man for a few weeks, and she had just introduced him to us, us being me and her son. And… well, men still scared me at that point. Still do, sort of.

I was ten, and the night I left, I left her a note. I told her not to worry about me. I told her I had burdened her enough when she moved to California. I told her that it was very nice staying with her, but I couldn't impose any longer. I told her that I was very happy for her, and I hoped she liked her family with her new boyfriend, and to not look for me, because I would use everything she taught me to not be found.

She was always a very free spirit. We had pets, but we never kept them in the house, we let them come and go as they pleased. I guess she thought of me in that way too. That I would come back when I wanted to.

I feel bad that I am only going back because I need something from her, but I don't think she will mind. I used my computer to quickly search her store, I am relieved to find that it is still in the same place. It is probably an hour and a half flight from the house. I quickly deleted my search history so Pepper and Dad can't find me. I turn off all of the equipment in my helmet, except for the HUD, and finally, I remove my Stark phone from my pocket, and place it on my bed side table. I know that Jarvis will alert both Dad and Pepper the moment I leave. I take a piece of notebook paper, and write my goodbye.

Oooh the ever hated cliffhanger.

So we had some switching of point of view, and some background on Luna. I felt it was important that you all learned a little of Luna's back story and such. We may be getting some more of that, depending on how everyone feels about it. I also thought I would add in some pepperony because I haven't gotten to do much of that, and because I wanted to. If anyone has any suggestions I'd be very welcome to it. I'm sorry for the talk of suicide, I just felt it was appropriate for Luna to feel that way. If anyone thinks I should make the rating higher because of it, please let me know. This story was never meant to be light. I think from the first book we knew that.

Please leave all questions, comments, concerns, criticisms and anything else in the reviews. I love reading reviews, so if you feel I deserve one, leave me one! They really help keep me motivated, and they might help me bear going through midterms.