Day 36:

He was in a panic. It was before dawn, the sun hadn't even risen yet and he was in a panic. He looked up and he looked down. Hell, he looked all around and he still couldn't find the person. All that kept crossing his mind was that they were hurt and that he needed to find them. So with no help from the still sleeping villagers, Toothless went to search of his rider.

His scent was faint but it was enough of a trail that he could follow. It confused him that he was led all over the place but he did stop in a peculiar area. His scent was really strong along with another's. It was defiantly female and one that Toothless had smelled before on his rider. The two scents separated though and he continued to follow his rider's. His path was all over the place again until he gained the same human female's scent mixed with his males. That was when he was on a straight beeline to a hut. He looked at it in confusion. His scent was very strong and Toothless knew Hiccup was in there but he didn't know why. Testing the door with his paw he saw that it opened and he carefully made his way inside.

The dragon defiantly found his rider in there all sprawled out in the hay naked like the day he was born. What caught the Night Fury's attention more was the heavy scent of the same female on his human. Getting closer he figured out why. She was curled up next to him. Moving even closer and sniffing the female, the dragon figured out exactly why their scents were so mixed together.

Eira groaned. Whatever was blowing on her needed to stop. Sleepily she rolled over hoping that it was her position that caused the annoyance. Though it only became worse because her long hair was now tickling her face and nose. She groaned still trying to keep her sleep intact, "Will you stop." Her hand waved in the air to stop whatever it was, but when she hit it and heard a growl she snapped her eyes open. Slowly she sat up and when she turned her head she was faced with the narrow green eyes of the Night Fury. She didn't dare breathe as she felt the warm air hit her bare skin. All her prayers were going to every god and Goddess she could think of so she wouldn't do anything to upset the deadly dragon that was currently glaring at her. Carefully on her hands and knees, she put distance between the older male and dragon. Their eyes never leaving each other as Eira collected her clothes and the black reptile made his way to curl around his rider. Still ever-cautious she stood up, clothes in hand and backed up against the shed's door. Once she found the handle she bolted. Eira ran out of the storehouse naked until she reached her home.

Toothless stared at the closing door very confused. He would have kept the female warm too is she wouldn't have left in such a rush. In the end, it didn't matter to him. He just wrapped his tail around his rider, who didn't seem to mind either.

Eira was huffing as she leaned against the side of her house. That was too close for comfort. She never wanted to be in a situation like that again it was causing her heart to pound in her chest too much. She closed her eyes as she tried to put herself in a calmer place and there was only one place that could ever be. The only problem was that she was completely naked. She forced herself to get dress and as she was doing that she realized she forgot the one thing she didn't want too. The young maiden cursed and knew she had to go inside to grab something to hold her hair back. It was just the fact that she knew her parents would be up by now and she didn't want to explain why she was coming inside let alone why she was up so early. There was no other choice in the matter. She opened her front door and was greeted by her mother.

"Eira? You're up early aren't you dear?"

"Yeah, I am," she sighed trying to sneak her way towards her room.

The daughter never made it and she clearly looked worse than what she had thought because her mother stopped her. She touched her cheek and spoke softly. "Are you feeling okay little dove?"

Eira only nodded. She couldn't tell her mother what actually happened or how it even occurred. But Eira was remembering. She was remembering exactly how her Chief looked above her and how well he could use those hands of his to turn her into mush. The blush was rising in her cheeks and she could only pray her mother didn't see.

Whether she did or not Merida came up with her own solution for her daughter. "Did you have another bad dream?"

Again she only nodded. "Where's dad?"

"In the orchard," she answered and brushed her daughter's bangs back to kiss her forehead. It was a little childish, but it did seem to make the young female feel better. The mother gave her a sweet smile and said, "You two always seem to have these dreams at the same time."

"I don't know how you don't." Eira stated a little jealous at her mother's wonderful sleep patterns. Yet that's when she learned something new about the woman in front of her.

"I do," she looked away, guilty that she was admitting it to her little girl. Merida shook her head and put that smile back on her face while look at her child. "But they are not as bad as yours or your father's. Now go grab your hairpin and help your dad with the apples."

"But mom," she wanted to comfort her mother now more than ever, but she was shushed.

Her finger was held in the air silencing her. Then she turned her daughter towards the bedroom. "Not a word. Go put your hair up and then go to the orchard to help your father. Understood?"

Eira chuckled, "Yes, mother."

"Good." Merida watched her daughter disappeared and she tried to shake those dark thoughts away. She never wanted to see her family in that position ever again.

It was in the orchard where Eira found her father trying his best to climb up the narrow ladder. She had to hold back a laugh when she heard him curse and then kicked the tool for being unstable.

"Useless fucking thing," he muttered.

"It's not useless dad. You just put it in a bad spot." The young female easily picked up the ladder and moved it on more solid ground. The ends of it digging into the soil so it wouldn't wobble. She then climbed up the wooden ladder with ease and began searching through the apples for ones that were ready to be picked.

The father shook his head, "Or I'm getting too old for this type of work." He picked up the basket that was full and switched it was an empty one. "Pretty good load here."

The young girl hummed in acknowledgment before sliding down the ladder with ease. She took the heavy basket away from him and when she did, he stretched his back until he felt it crack.

"Yeah, defiantly getting too old."

Eira rolled her eyes dumping the fruit into a large wheel barrel. "You're not that old. Besides, that's why I'm here." She beamed at him.

The father smiled, "That I do, but you have to remember being a farmer wasn't always my job. Old war wounds do tend to act up now and then."

Her face became placid as she unknowingly moved her hand to touch her shoulder, "I know dad."

Illfuss sighed and tried to change the subject. He noticed her appearance and asked, "Say are you not using the hairpin today?"

That threw Eira for a loop as she nervously played with the tie that held her hair back in a low ponytail. "Um, no. just wanted to try something new."

He eyes her suspiciously before joking, "Are you sure you didn't lose it?"

Her eyes popped open wide, "What! No!" She took a moment to calm down, "I just wanted to try to fit in I guess."

He walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. He noticed that shew as focused on the fruit and gently turned her head to look at him. "Eira," he said softly, "are you settling in okay here? I mean I thought you said you were making friends."

She pulled away and told him, "I am dad. Like I said just something new." She shrugged and brushed a couple of loose strands behind her ear.

He nodded. "Well if that the case I think it's better your hair was up when working."

"I'm starting to get that impression of that," she sighed as she tried to keep her hair from falling out of the tie.

"That's why you have the hairpin," he chimed. "Unless you really did lose it?" he questioned her again though this time he was a little bit more serious. "Because if you did and a boy gives it back…"

She cut him off, "Don't you start. I didn't lose it." She tightened the tie in her hair and went back to picking apples. Besides, it wasn't consider lost if she knew exactly where it was and exactly who had it. She just had to get it back somehow…

His lips were curling into a soft smile as he slept. The smile was about to grow larger when he curled around the warm body he was next to but was short-lived when an awful smell reached him. He knew that smell of course and his face contorted as he began to wake.

"Gods Toothless," he groaned, "seriously with the fish breath. I thought we cured that years ago." He sat up and rubbed his sleepy eyes looking at his friend. When realizing he was looking at his dragon he was taken back. "Toothless?!" Quickly he looked around his surroundings and was relieved he was still in the storehouse. That left one question open: Where was his companion from last night? The Chief scanned the room and only saw his clothes scattered near him and he let out a defeated sigh. He fell back into the side of his dragon's soft belly. Deep down Hiccup knew what had happened between them wasn't a dream but knowing Eira had disappeared somewhere in the middle of the night made him feel like he did when he was a young boy once more. He closed his eyes and sighed. "At least I was able to have one night with her," he thought. He took the moment with his thoughts before deciding he needed to get ready for the day.

He pulled up his pants, put on his one boot and checked on his prosthetic. The next stage to his dressing was to grab his belt. It was over where his shirt was. After putting on his shirt he went to reach for the belt. As he grabbed it he instantly released it with a yelp. He sucked on the section of his pam before inspecting it. Seeing that he was fine he then went to figure out what could have stabbed him. He felt like an idiot when spotting the hairpin. Her hairpin. Another sigh left him as he twirled the accessory between his fingers.

Hiccup wasn't sure what he was going to do with it. He knew he had to return it but he wasn't sure if she would even want to see him. The thought even crossed his mind that the pin wasn't that important if she left it behind. Though that was dismissed because he remembered how she reacted when he took it out. He had to return it.

He was fixing his cloak to his shoulder when the door to the storage room opened. It made him jumped but he calmed down when realizing that it was another villager. One that had sacks of feed to place inside.

The villager, however, was very confused to see the man there, "Chief?"

"Hey there Sven," he chuckled nervously as he brushed off some hay that clung to his clothes.

Still confused the man asked, "What are you doing in here?"

"What am I doing in here?" Hiccup asked and he tried to stall as he came up with an explanation. He even looked at Toothless to help. In the end, he did tell the man something. Whether it was believable or not Hiccup could only hope. "Um, I'm just… inventory? Yes, that's it. Just taking some inventory. Seeing what supplies are low and what we need to replenish." He nodded almost trying to convince himself of the lie too.

The man put down the cargo he was carrying debating whether he should believe that man's story. Yet, seeing no reason not to, he just shrugged off his weird behavior. "Well, I can give that type of report to you by the end of the day if you like?"

Hiccup agreed and was leading Toothless and himself outside. He stopped however when the man spoke again.

"Though if you want my advice. You may want to go to the fields to get an account over there."

That made the Chief a little concern, "Is there something wrong with our crops?"

The Viking shrugged, "Depends on who you ask."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He hauled another sack into place, "Means some of the men think that our hauls are pretty good for an island with dragons."

"The others?" Hiccup asked.

"Others? More like the Osterburgs." The man said, "They think that we aren't producing enough before the freeze." He paused before continuing, "Still the way we're going through chicken feed it wouldn't be a bad idea to hear them out."

Hiccup nodded very concern with what he just heard. It was the first he was hearing of this problem and although he could conclude that the people didn't see it as a problem he still needed to be sure. He made his way towards the fields with Toothless in tow.

When reaching them he told Toothless to wait on the outskirts. He tended to get excited when seeing some fresh pick produce and with being a good size dragon he could easily disturb the production of the workers. Hiccup was greeted by a few of the men and women but he was trying to find the few that ran the workload of this area. When seeing them he gave a short wave, "Morning gentlemen."

"Morning Chief."

"What do we owe the honor of seeing you?"

Hiccup didn't know if that was a compliment since there were possibly hiding a potential problem, but he took it as such. "Just checking on a few things."

"Anything we can help with?"

"Actually was checking on the production level of the crops. Some of the villagers were a little concern especially with the freeze coming." He noticed the sideways glances and how the men were now grumbling under their breath. "Is there a problem?"

"No Chief not at all," one of them answered. "Just who was the person complaining? If you don't mind us asking?"

Hiccup knew that tone but tried not to let it bother him. "One of the animal handlers. They are having a slight problem with some of the feed and that made me wonder if there was a problem out here since we produce our own."

The Vikings seemed to drop their suspicion and were going back to joking with themselves and the Chief. They claimed that everything was fine and the low feed was caused by feeding the animals too much.

The Chief hummed in acknowledgment but it still concerned him now more than ever since they seemed to be on guard earlier with his questions. That led him to ask them even more. "Say one of the handlers did happen to mention someone I should talk too. I believe they said their name was Oysterbog."

"You mean Osterburg?" one of them asked with a hint of disdain in the name.

"Yes," Hiccup acted surprised, "silly me that's it. Do you know where they might be?"

They all seemed to give each other glances almost silently asking one another if they should even tell him. One thankfully did before Hiccup's annoyance level grew. He had to figure out what was the tension between everyone here. "They should be in the orchards. They tend to hang out there."

Hiccup nodded and went to head in that direction.

When arriving near the fruit trees the Chief saw a few more Vikings going about their daily business. He went up to a woman who was sorting fruit and asked her where he could find Osterburg.

The woman smiled, "Do you mean the father or daughter?"

That caught the male very off guard because as soon as she mentioned the young maiden all he could remember was how she looked underneath him just hours ago. He physically shook his head to clear those thoughts. "I'm sorry?"

"Do you want to see Illfuss or Eira Osterburg? They both work out here," she explained to him.

"Um, I'm not sure," he stated. Though he would have happily told the woman he would like to see Eira. He just didn't know if it was the right timing to do so. Especially, if she went out of her way to sneak away from him last night.

The worker tapped her chin thinking before answering him. "You may want to see the daughter."

"Why is that?"

"Well, she was one of the volunteers after the war. One of the best is what I hear from my cousin."

"Really?" he was slightly astonished by that fact. In fact, that was the first he ever heard that type of compliment used for her. He was even more surprised that no one told him about this. He would have put her in charge of a few things if he knew she had this talent.

The Viking nodded, "Oh yes, according to him she found out ways to help keep the plants healthier and produce more. He says she might have been blessed with the touch of the goddess, Gefjun herself though he only boast that because of the crush he has on her." She giggled at the comment, but became serious, "That's not why I suggest to see her though."

"Why did you?"

"The lass had some concerns about our fields a while back. When she went to talk to the others about it they turned her away. Claim it wasn't worth any worry." She paused and her face slowly turned into fretfulness. Her brows were forward and she looked like she was determining whether she should tell him something. She didn't though. "But since you're here I just assume that it is going through the grapevine and you might want to talk to the source."

Hiccup study her waiting to hear more. "Might have heard something."

She nodded smiling, "Well, I'm not sure where she would be, but I know her father is by the apple trees. He likes to be around them." She pointed to the part of the orchard he would be. "Check with him and he can show you where she might be."

Again Hiccup nodded, said his thanks, and left.

Illfuss was dumping another basket of apples when he spotted the Chief. "Now what is he doing here?"

"Who's he dad?" Eira asked looking down at her father from the top of the ladder. She followed the direction he was looking at and immediately stiffen and hid behind the lush branches of the apple trees. "Oh Gods, please tell me he didn't see me," she thought. As she hid she closed her eyes and the memory of last night flooded her. That is when she prayed harder that the Chief didn't notice her. She couldn't take the awkwardness of facing him after the night they had. Then it dawned on her why he might be there and she hoped it wasn't so. "Oh, Gods if he returns my hairpin to my father we might as well be dragon chow."

"Um excuse me, sir," Hiccup spoke, "You wouldn't happen to be Illfuss Osterburg, would you?"

"I am," he said and listen as the Chief apologized for not knowing him properly. Illfuss just smiled, "It's no trouble, sir. You are a busy man with more than just one tribe to know."

That didn't mean the feeling of guilt didn't wash over Hiccup, "That's no excuse, but thank you. However, I am trying to get better with everyone's names and faces."

The apple farmer looked at the Chief and knew that the small talk was a slight distraction. "But I bet my good boots that's not why you came out here, is it?"

Hiccup was impressed the man was wiser than what others claimed him to be. "Not it isn't actually."

"Then how can I help you Chief?"

The dragon rider was use to asking requests from his people by now, but for some reason, he felt like a young kid again shuffling his feet with his gaze cast downward. "It's your daughter," he started.

The father's tone became defensive when she was brought up. "Is she in some sort of trouble?"

Up in the trees hearing the whole conversation Eira still hid. All that went through her head was, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Oh no, sir, she's not." Hiccup tried to keep him calm, "In fact, she might have a problem for me. Heard that there might be a few hurdles we might have to face in the fields."

The father was still on his guard, "She didn't mean anything by that. It's no need to cause for concern."

Those words did cause Hiccup to be concerned. "Either way, I would like to hear what she has to say."

"And the others have already heard her and made their decision," he snapped. "Everything is fine. So with all due respect Chief, you don't need to see her." He gave a stern look to him hoping it would deter him away.

It didn't and Hiccup hated to play this card but he had no choice if he wanted to get his answers. "Are you denying the Chief?"

The man grinded his teeth keeping up his glare. "If the situation has already been addressed then there is no need to drag her out. So yes I'm denying the Chief. Now please leave."

Hiccup listened and watched the man. It was clear that he was just protecting her but he didn't understand why. He thought he knew everything that went on in the island, yet the statements he had been hearing and the way the father was acting was a clear indicator that he didn't know anything. "Illfuss," he calmly called, "I'm not here to cause any trouble. I just heard that there might be a problem and some villagers' say your daughter is the best person to ask for help."

He listened to the Chief's words and after a few moments he let out a sigh, "Do you where the Hobbgobbler's nesting grounds were last year?"

Hiccup nodded.

"Go there. She should be around."

"Thank you" was all he said before heading in that direction which wasn't far from the section where they were at.

When far enough away Eira slipped down the ladder and went to check on her father. "You know you didn't have to challenge him like that. He is the Chief."

The father was emotionless but stern when answering her. "Chief or not I will not allow anyone to speak to you the same way those men did weeks ago." He placed his hands on her shoulders and lovingly told her, "I promised I will protect you. I was just making sure…"

She smiled, "I don't think you need to protect me from him." A small hint of blush reached her cheeks. It made the father raise an eyebrow, but he was cut off before questioning her. "I think I can tell him what we should do in the fields."

"Do you feel comfortable enough to do that? Do you think he will even hear you out?"

Eira thought about it and soon nodded, "If he wants to take care of his village like he claims I think he will at least entertain what I have to say."

He nodded, "Go then. He is waiting for you."

Hiccup stood there in the field of an old dragon nursery being very careful not to have his foot caught within the loose soil. The puzzle that had formed this morning was one he was not prepared for but now had to be solved and answered. Though he was slightly uneasy by it all knowing he had to meet the woman who didn't want to be around him after last night. He swallowed a lump in his throat and his nimble fingers played with the hairpin that was stuck in his belt. Memories of her last night kept playing several times to get rid of them. "Stop it," he mumbled under his breath, "You need to stop thinking about her."

"Chief?"

He jumped at the sound of her voice and spun around to see her standing there. A look of nervousness and a very clear red blush across her cheeks as she looked at him. And he too could feel the heat of his own blush when looking at her. They stood there looking at one another, it being very clear that they were feeling awkward and not knowing what to say. Hiccup completely forgetting why he was there in the first place and instead of wanting to ask what had happened last night to make her leave. She, however, beat him to it and asked first.

"My father says you were concern about something?"

He nodded, but then shook his head. "No, I actually heard you had some concerns of your own. Do you want to discuss them?"

She sighed and fidgeted with her hands and before he could ask what was on her mind she blurted it out. "We need to build another orchard. We aren't producing enough to keep up with the demand and if we try to push what we have then it will get worse and soon we will be getting trade goods instead of harvesting our own."

Hiccup blinked, but she continued.

"And I suggest we plant lamb's ear around the fields and orchards to help keep some pest and dragons away."

"Lamb's ear?" he asked. "That works on dragons?"

"A little. Mostly on Hobbgobblers who are causing the most trouble for us."

"Why wasn't I told about any of this?" Hiccup asked.

It made Eira sigh, "Because most of the other farmers don't see it as a problem and they made it very clear that they don't want to hear about this again. According to them, this is what happens when living with dragons."

"But you think differently?"

She bobbed her head. "With my experience in the other villages and what I did with them, I would say we are the least producing farmers in the Archipelago."

That did not sit well with him. Berk was supposed to be the beacon of all the other tribes. The symbol and example on what everyone should try to be and if they couldn't even produce the foods they need with dragons then it could be seen as dragons were the problem and shouldn't be within villages. "What can we do about this?"

"Like I said we can plant Lamb's ear around the fields and trees. It will detour the dragons from wanting to snack."

"Okay what else?"

She smiled at that before stepping a little further away in the old nesting grounds. Hiccup eyeing her carefully. "Now Hobbgobblers may like to snack on the vegetables, but their old nesting sites make it a great place to plant new trees."

The Chief was confused, "Don't they come back to them though?"

"Not Hobbgobblers. They like to make a new nest every nesting season to attract new females and hatchlings chew on old root systems to help with their teeth. Which makes it easier for us. The ground becomes looser and the soil richer. It all helps new trees that are planted to grow healthier and healthier trees means more fruit."

"Means we would have more before a freeze and more to trade," he said and took the time to consider the proposal she had set up. He asked a few more questions and she did her best to answer, but one question she didn't expect. "Do you want to be in charge of the project?"

"What?"

He smiled, "Well, it is your idea. You have every right to lead the project if you so desire."

She was taken back and really confused, "but I thought that you would-"

"I delegate Eira. It's how I can keep things running around here. So do you want the position?" he waited for her response and watch her body language. Knowing it from personal experience he seemed to know the answer.

He blue eyes looked at him and she quietly told him, "I'm sorry. I don't think I will be able to." She seemed disappointed and sad when telling him, "They wouldn't listen to me even if you order them too." She didn't feel right looking at him and instead looked at her hands. She only did when his callous fingers touched her chin gently and tilted it up.

"I get it," he said softly. "Believe me."

His green eyes told the truth to her and the way he was staring at her made her heart beat faster. The blush she had earlier was slowly forming back. Her head barely nodded at him.

With his fingers still holding her chin he felt it though. Hiccup also noticed how close they were to each other and how her cheeks became rosier. How her breath hitched if his thumb slightly brushed against her bottom lip. He never even notice that he was leaning closer to her until his free hand grazed her hairpin that he still held. He pulled away from her and sighed. He was almost afraid that she felt that he was still pushing himself on her.

In reality she was only confused. Eira thought he was going to kiss her again. Something she was hopeful for.

Hiccup pulled out the pin and held it out to her. Sadly he told her, "You left this."

She blinked and took it from him. "I did." Then sheepishly continued, "I must have left it when I rushed out this morning."

"Yeah," he felt defeated until her words finally sunk in. He snapped to attention and repeated her words. "This morning?"

Eira backed her words up as she started to twist her dark hair into a low bun.

"So she didn't leave in the middle of the night," he thought, "she actually stayed with me." That rejuvenated him and when he looked back at her, she was having trouble with her hair. He stepped up to help. When his hands touched hers, the girl froze. He whispered in her ear, "Let me help."

The words said sent a shiver down her spine, "You don't have too."

"Did you forget?" he smirked and she blinked slowly at him. He moved behind her and leaned in close to her ear once more. In a hushed tone, he told her, "No task is too small when it comes to helping the people." His fingertips combed through her hair and gathering her locks.

Another shiver ran past her and it caused her eyes to slide closed. She gasped, "Yes, Chief."

Hiccup was able to easily put her hair into the style she wanted, yet he didn't stop touching her as his hands traveled to her shoulders. His thumbs rotated in small slow circles causing her head to roll to one side exposing her neck. His lips brushed against her creamy skin as he slowly moved down from her ear to her shoulder, pushing away any fabric that obstructed his task. A hushed moan escaped her. It was a sound he could listen to for hours again. He lightly nipped at the junction of her neck.

This made her panted, "Chief."

"Yes, Eira," he asked his voice becoming more rugged with desire. His hand were moving down towards her lips but froze just above her waistline when hearing her.

"What are you doing?"

He quickly pulled away hoping he didn't cause her too much distress with his actions. He felt a little sick when stepping back and moving away from her. Before she said anything else he apologized, "I'm so sorry." He rushed out of there after speaking and leaving her very jumbled and hot by his touch.

"What," she breathed, "What just happened?" Her hand lightly touching the spot where his lips were. Her brain trying to process the even. Eira couldn't fathom what had spooked him but with the sun still in the sky, she knew she still had work to do and didn't have time to worry about the Chief's actions.

His pace was quick and he didn't stop to talk to anyone. He felt like gagging only when he made it to his dragon.

Toothless automatically saw the distress of his friend and was concerned, but all his rider did was climb onto his back and told him to head home.

On the flight back, Hiccup still felt sick and the voice in his head kept berating him. "How could I do that? Take advantage of her." When they landed he stepped off Toothless when the thought struck him. "Did I do that to her last night? Oh, Gods." His green eyes went wide with horror as he realized he might have done that. For all, he knew she was only saying yes to him because he was the Chief. He used his title and power to satisfy his own carnal desires. He ran to the side of his house leaning against it with one hand as he tried not to hurl. He was like that for a few minutes and thankfully nothing came up. He did brush his hair back as he regained his composures and reassured his dragon. What he wasn't expecting was another holding onto the same concern.

"Hiccup are you alright?"

"I'm fine mom," he flashed her a smile and explained a fake lie. "I think I just need a break for today."

The mother looked at her son eyeing him to make sure he was alright. Not seeing a reason to think otherwise she spoke again, "Well, if you're taking a break do you want to accompany me on a flight?" Cloudjumper walked around her and she gently scratched under his chin.

Hiccup smiled. "That sounds great. But do you think your old bones can keep up?" he teased, hopping back on Toothless.

Valka scoffed, "It's not my bones you need to worry about." She then effortlessly jumped and twisted on the back of her large dragon-like she was a teenager. "It's yours."

The Stormcutter took off when she was secured making the Chief laugh and his Night Fury trying to catch up.

A/n: Sorry about the late update everyone I know I said I would have this chapter up earlier, but a car accident and a loss of a job can really put you behind. I hope you enjoy and please feel free to review.