Chapter Three

After making her lunch arrangements with Simon, she headed back to her desk with a new sense of clarity. She had apologised to and made amends with Max, which she hadn't thought would ever happen anytime soon, even though he would be working with her again, (which she also hadn't expected), she was expecting some kind of a rejection from him. She had spoken to Simon, and felt like maybe they could get back to what they were before… Whatever they were before.

Could she really count what she had with Simon as a friendship? Or were they simply colleagues who happened to like each other's company and confined in each other when things got rough? Or, a third option, were they more than both of those things?

She couldn't be sure, but what she was sure of was that things were definitely looking brighter than they had been days ago, both Max and Simon had given her time to talk to them and apologise, and both of them seemed to have accepted her apology, and that was more than enough, for now at least.

Max furrowed his eyebrows at the petite red-head as she took her seat with a small smile on her face. He looked over to Simon's office to see him wearing a similar look as he sat at his desk, with his fingers tapping away on the keys of his laptop.

"Hey, uh, what were you doing in Simon's office?" Max asked, trying to keep his voice as casual as he possibly could as he turned his attention back to Zoey, he'd been back at his desk for some time after his back-to-work chat with Joan.

Not that Zoey had noticed, she had been far too preoccupied with Simon, but little did Zoey know, that Max had seen pretty much the entirety of their whole conversation.

Zoey shrugged her shoulders, "Nothing much, we just had some stuff to talk about, from before he went to Vegas," She replied, trying to keep her tone as casual as Max had, to little avail, Zoey had never been able to be as collected at those around her. She didn't want to think too much into her conversation with Simon, she knew that would only lead to more complications and nerves between them, and things had never really been simple, except for that brief day when Simon had ended things with Jessica and invited Zoey over for dinner.

Of course her powers had soon complicated the would-be date, much to her dismay. She had wanted so badly for their date to go well, and that they could become more than what they were, but hearing Simon singing Mad World for the second time, showed her just how badly he was still grieving. She knew that because of everything that had happened, they still had a lot to talk about from before he left for Vegas and left their relationship up in the air. Before leaving, Simon had told Zoey that she deserved to be with someone who could be fully present in a relationship, of course, he had shortly followed that statement up with the question; can you be patient with me?

Zoey had hoped that their time apart would be good for them, and that since he'd had more time to think about everything that happened with them, and had been given the time to think about his break-up with Jessica- only, being in Vegas seemed to have done the opposite, and had made them think about that relationship and just how close they had been to actually being married.

Everything had been ready for them, apart from setting a date.

The sound of Max's voice pulled her from her thoughts of Simon, Jessica and whatever was happening between her and the other man, "What kind of stuff?" Max asked, a confused look etching its way onto his face. "You don't have to tell me if it's something personal."

Zoey looked up from her laptop screen, her bright blue eyes locking with Max's brown ones, she shook her head quickly, "No it was nothing like that," She explained, not wanting Max to get the wrong impression about what she had been doing with Simon. "We were just talking a little about my dad and how I'm dealing with everything."

His brows knitted tightly over his soft eyes, and Zoey instantly saw the concern, and hurt rooted deep in them. He cared, she knew that, he cared about Zoey and how she was coping with everything, but he also cared about her dad.

She had always known that Max adored her father, admired him, she knew that, while he didn't feel pain to the same level or extent that she did, that her father's illness and his inevitable death was hurting Max, too.

"And how are you coping with it?" He asked, his voice as soft as his features.

Zoey sighed, she could lie, and say that she was doing fine, that she had a cool and steady mind and had a perfect grip on what was happening to her, maybe she should lie, it was easier, it's what she'd been doing for months now. Just like Simon had been.

She swallowed hard before deciding to bite the bullet and face things head on. She knew she could trust Max, and that he'd be there to support her no matter what, just like he always had.

"I'm coping better than before, I'm slowly getting used to the fact that what's happening with my dad is inevitable," She admitted, "I haven't sang to anyone lately, so that's a plus," She chuckled lightly, making a small smile appear on Max's face. "But I'm not a hundred percent okay… "I'm thinking that maybe I should get some therapy?" It came out like more of a question than anything else.

Zoey had intended on asking those around her what they thought about her getting therapy, she had Simon's opinion, he was all for her getting help, now she wanted to know what the other important people in her life thought; her brother, David, her mom, maybe even her dad, and of course, Max.

"Therapy?" Max asked, Zoey nodded her head slowly, giving him a silent reply, "Why therapy?"

She shrugged her shoulders half-heartedly, "I don't know, I just think that it would help me out a lot if I had someone to talk to about it, and really get my feelings out, y'know?"

Max nodded his head, "Yeah, I get that, but I hope you know I am here for you, Zo, any time you want or need anyone to talk to."

"Yeah I know you are, I always know that I can count on you, and I appreciate it, I appreciate it so much, Max, but I don't want to burden anybody. I think that, I really need to get my feelings out there to someone who isn't in the circle of things that's happening." There was a beat of silence before speaking again, "I know you're not part of the family, but, I think you're too close to the situation because of what my dad means to you. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, that makes total sense," He replied, "If you think therapy would help then I support you wholeheartedly," Zoey knew that he meant it, there was no doubt in her mind that Max would support her through this.

"Thank you, I just don't want to get too stressed again, I mean, look at what happened the last two times I got overly stressed."

"The last two times?"

"Well the first time I was getting stress headaches and I had the MRI scan an-"

"Oh my God, Zoey, that sounds really boring, how about you do some work instead?" Joan asked as she came to stand next to Zoey and Max's desks, "As I am sure you're all aware, Max has rejoined our team on the fourth floor today, which means that I now expect excellence from you," Joan continued, "We got him and his coding back, no more playing around. I want you all to win this thing."

"Yeah let's go fourth floor, whoo," Max chimed, overly excited.

Joan gave him a questioning look and sighed, before shaking her head slowly, "Get back to work." Without saying another word she walked away from her team of coders, retreating back to her office and closing the door behind her.

"Joan seems like she's in a really good mood today," Max stated as he looked down at his laptop, tapping away on the keys and writing the next level of software coding for The Chirp

Zoey nodded her head slowly, "Yeah, since you've been gone she's been a ray of sunshine."

"She's not the only one who seems like she's in a good mood this morning," He commented, allowing his eyes to glance from his screen to Zoey. "You haven't stopped smiling since you got back from Simon's office."

"What?" Zoey asked.

Max shrugged, "It's not a bad thing, I've missed your smile, a lot," He admitted, "But whatever you guys had to talk about, it cheered you up from when I first saw you."

Zoey furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head, "That's not the only thing that's cheered me up, Max, you're back working on the fourth floor, we're gonna win the bake-off, our coding is going great, I have a lot to be happy about right now."

A small smile spread across Max's face at Zoey's words. She was happy that she had been able to placate him, even if just slightly, she didn't want to ruin things with Max when she had only just fixed things with him. He replaced the smile with a mock look of smugness, "Yeah, I guess I am pretty awesome, having me back must be like a dream come true, I'm sure Joan will be even happier now," He teased, smiling when Zoey let out a light laugh.

She nodded her head slowly, "Exactly," She replied.

The morning passed by uneventfully, Zoey and Max chatted idly, Tobin made his ridiculous comments and jokes any chance he got, and Leif spent most of the morning looking into Joan's office, trying to get her attention.

Zoey had been watching the seconds pass by on the clock counting down the hours until she could see Simon for lunch, feeling thankful that the morning was passing by at a quicker pace than they had last week. While Simon and Max were away from her, there had been times that Zoey had felt like she had been sat at her desk, working for hours, when in reality she had only been sat there for thirty minutes.

She was happy to see that her work days were starting to go back to normal now that she had made amends with Max and things seemed to be on an up for them, as well as whatever she had with Simon. She had never thought that her life would revolve so heavily around the people in her life, she had always been so happy to be alone, had never really minded sitting at a desk and losing herself into the world of coding.

But now she had Max and Simon, and as much as she hated to admit it, they both played big parts in her life in the last few months. Of course, Max had been a big part of her life for the last five years, she just hadn't realised how big of a part until he had been missing. She knew that wasn't the best way to think about someone, and that the 'not knowing what you have until it's gone' state of mind is a pretty overplayed cliche, but that didn't make it any less true.

The week that Max had been working on the sixth floor and Simon had been in Vegas had been the longest week of her life so far.

She was thankful that after her conversations with both Max and Simon, that her days and life could go back to normal, if that's what they had been- ever since she got her powers she wasn't entirely sure anything was normal anymore.

She looked at the time on her laptop; 12:30pm, she slowly turned her chair to face Simon's office, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips when she saw Simon shutting down his laptop and placing his phone back into his pocket.

She could feel her heart rate picking up slightly, she took a steadying breath before standing up from her seat slowly, her eyes never leaving his office. A voice from behind her startled Zoey, and pulled her attention back to the present.

"Hey Zo, wanna head out the food court to grab some lunch?" Max asked, she could still feel her heart thrumming in her chest as she looked at him, though she wasn't entirely sure it was just the scare she'd had that was causing the erratic heart beats. "I promise I won't sing to you again," He continued with a chuckle.

"I am so sorry, Max, I can't today," She admitted as she pulled on her jacket and put her phone into her pocket. "I'm heading out to lunch with Simon today."

"You're getting lunch with Simon?" Max asked, a glint of hurt appearing in his dark eyes, she guessed that she should have suspected a similar reaction; she and Simon were something of a point of contention between her and Max.

They had been ever since he had caught her serenading him with I Want You To Want Me minutes after singing I'm Yours to Max, of course, back then Simon had still been engaged to Jessica, and Zoey was willing to admit that throwing herself after an engaged man the way she had that day wasn't a strong point in her character.

But that day she'd had no real control over anything she had done. Had she been able to control it, she definitely wouldn't have sang to both of them, of that much she was a hundred percent positive.

She could understand why Max wasn't overly fond of everything that had happened between her and Simon; after all, he had put himself out there and expressed how he had felt to Zoey in a grand gesture, he was single, available, and admittedly attractive, but still she had been focused on someone who was completely unattainable, at the time at least. Max had been the one to bring that to her attention the day of her glitch, she knew, deep down that he had been right.

The morally questionable, totally engaged guy .

His words still ran around her head daily. Simon might have been newly single now, and he might be available now, but at the time of her musical confession he definitely hadn't been. Max, on the other hand, had been available for a while, she knew that he had always been there for her, until she had caused him to withdraw, until she had become mad at him and lashed out, and inadvertently hurt him.

She nodded her head slowly, "Yeah, I am."

"Oh," Max replied, his eyebrows furrowing tightly over his eyes as they grew even sadder. Going for lunch together had been something they had always done, ever since they met on employee orientation.

The only times she could recall they hadn't done this, was when she first met Simon and they had their very first cheesequakes together, and when she and Max had taken a break from their friendship. Even she knew deep down that skipping lunch with Max felt odd, but there was some part of her that still held curiosity of where she and Simon currently were, when he had left for Vegas everything had been up in the air.

Zoey wanted nothing more than for things to become grounded between them, one way or another.

"But uh, I was thinking that since you're coming over to my parents place tonight, maybe we could get take-out for dinner?" She offered with a small shrug, "My treat?"

He sighed and nodded his head slowly, "Yeah, sure, whatever," He replied with a halfhearted shrug, his tone of voice flat and devoid of any emotions.

"Hey Zo, you ready to go?" Simon asked in a sing-song style voice as he came to stop by her desk.

Zoey looked from Simon to Max, and gave her best friend a soft apologetic smile, before looking up at Simon, "Yeah, ready as I can be," She replied, giving him a tight lipped smile as they started to walk towards the elevator.

Her heart clenched slightly as the look of Max's hurt expression lingered in her mind.

"So… Max is back then?" Simon asked, as they stepped inside the elevator, "When did that happen?"

"Oh this morning, actually," Zoey replied nodding her head slowly, "I was shocked when I found out," She admitted.

"You didn't know? I thought that you and Max were like, super close?" He asked, a pang of jealousy entering his voice.

Zoey nodded her head slowly, "Yeah we are, but…" She trailed off, "I guess there are some things we don't tell each other right away," She admitted, "But I didn't mind the surprise, turning up to work today to find out that Max was back on the fourth floor was a pretty good start to my week."

Simon nodded his head slowly, "Well," He smiled, "Hopefully, I can only add to that."

Zoey grinned as they stepped out of the elevator and headed out of the entrance to the Sprq Point building, "You already are," She smiled nudging him slightly, "It really is great to have you back y'know?"

Simon returned her smile, "It great to be back, I missed you while I was gone, I know I wasn't gone long, but I did," He shrugged, "I also went to one of those medieval things you suggested."

"You did?"

"Yeah… and you were right, jousting and giant turkey legs, really do make you feel better."

Zoey shrugged her shoulder, "Oh yeah, I know what I'm talking about."

"You do…" He replied with a small chuckle, "Next time I go to one you'll have to go with me."

"I'd like that."

There was a moment of silence before Simon spoke again, "I know we touched on this topic a little earlier, but how has everything been with your dad since we last saw each other?" He asked.

Zoey sighed and shrugged her shoulders, "Same as always, no improvement, I haven't seen him for a few days though, so I'm heading over tonight," She explained, "I know I should go more than I do, but, I'm scared that one day I'm gonna go and it'll be the last time I see him."

Simon sighed, "I get that… in a way," He admitted, "I mean, I never went through what you are, so I'll never fully understand, but I saw my dad deteriorate mentally, I didn't think the last time I saw him would be the last though, I can't imagine what it feels like to know any day could be the last time you see him."

"It's not easy, but I try not to dwell on it," She admitted, "Some days are a lot harder than others though."

They continued on to the cheesequake place, walking at a steady pace, enjoying each other's company and talking animatedly about random things that came to their minds. Simon had made lighthearted jokes to try and make her feel better. For the most part it had definitely worked, there was just something about his aura that always made her feel better.

Once they had ordered, and Simon had paid for their cheesequakes, (Zoey had tried to pay for her own, but Simon had been un-moving in his offer and had eventually won the battle), they sat by the window to begin eating their desserts.

Zoey had missed small moments like this with Simon, and it had only been a week since she had seen him, she couldn't believe, just how much he meant to her in such little time that she had known him, and she couldn't believe how much she had missed him the week he had been away.

"Yeah… this really is still the best cheesecake that I have ever had in my life," Zoey smiled as she finished her last bite, "Thank you for lunch, but next time, it's definitely on me."

"Next time?" Simon asked, a small smile tugging on his lips.

Zoey nodded, "Yeah, next time," She replied, "Pretty sure the last few times we've been here you paid for me," She shrugged, "So I am definitely repaying the favour next time… it's only right that I treat the person who showed me this place. And introduced me to the best cheescake in the whole state."

"The whole state, uh, try the whole world, Zoey, I know my stuff when it comes to food and I pride myself in that."

"I can see that."

"It's a real shame that you never got to taste my pasta that night," He sighed, his voice quieter than it had been before, though a playful smirk spread across his lips, making Zoey's stomach flip slightly.

"I am still so sorry about that night," She admitted, "I shouldn't have left as quickly as I did. It was so rude of me, you put in all that effort for me and I just walked out on you."

That's okay," He replied, "Maybe you can try it next time."

"Next time?"

Simon nodded his head, "Yeah, I was really hoping there'd be a next time."

"Me too," Zoey admitted, a small smile tugging at her lips.

The rest of the day passed by in just as much as the blur as the morning had, they'd had some breakthroughs on the fourth floor thanks to Leif and Tobin and their ambition and incredible teamwork, along with Max's coding. Max had slipped back into his old job role easy enough, saying he preferred life as a worker bee on the fourth floor to being a team leader on the sixth. He and Zoey had chatted absent mindlessly about anything and everything, just like they always had.

The longer she spent with him that day, the more she realised just how much she had missed having him around, and just how much brighter her days were when he was in them.

They had made their way to Zoey's parent's house in an easy silence, which Zoey was happy hadn't been filled with any singing from Max, or any awkwardness from linger tensions, with Max, everything was easy and she was thankful that things were back to normal already.

They pulled up in front of the family home, and both turned to face the house.

Zoey turned her attention to the man beside her and took a deep breath, "Max, before we go in there, you need to know that my dad is a lot worse now than the last time you saw him," Zoey warned.

Max nodded his head slowly, "I know, Zoey, and I don't have to be here if you don't want me to be."

Zoey shook her head slowly, "No it's not that, I want you here," she replied, "I really want you here. You care about my dad and I know you do. I want you to be able to see him before-" He breath caught in her chest before she had a chance to finish the sentence.

Max reached out and took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Hey, everything is gonna be fine, okay?" He asked, his dark eyes soft as they studied her.

"When?"

Max took a deep breath, "I don't know, I just know that they will be. But Zoey, if you ever feel like everything isn't okay, I'm here for you. Anytime you need me," He replied quietly.

Zoey gave him a soft, sad smile and squeezed his hand, "Thank you."

She took a deep breath before letting go of his hand, already missing the contact, as she stepped out of Max's car, they walked up to the house together, in silence Zoey's hand stilling on the door handle as she turned to Max.

"Are you ready?"

Max nodded his head slowly, staying silent as she opened the door and took the first few steps into the house, "It's just me and Max," She called out alerting her mother of their arrival as she stepped into the living room to see her dad staring at the TV screen, watching an older Western movie.

"I'll be right through," Her mother replied from the kitchen.

"Hey Dad, look who's here to see you," Zoey smiled as she got closer and closer to the older man, "You remember Max, right?" She asked, watching as her father used his computer to write out his answer the determination clear in his eyes. She sat down next to him and looked at the screen before turning her attention to Max, "He says yes he remembers you."

A small smile spread across Max's face, though Zoey could see the sadness in his eyes as he looked to the man who had played the role of his honorary father for the past few years.

"Hey, Mitch, I brought you some soup, french onion, your favorite, right?" Max smiled at the older man, and gestured to the tub filled with soup in his hand Zoey watched as a small amount of happiness, and what she could have sworn was a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes, "I'm gonna go put this in the kitchen and I'll be right back."

She had always known that her dad thought highly of Max, and vice versa, but to see it in action again for the first time in what felt like forever, made a warmth spread through her like nothing else.

These two men were easily two of the most important people in her life, and she didn't know what she would do without either of them. The thought left her stomach in knots, she knew that one day soon she was going to have to live her life without one of them.

She just really didn't know how she was going to do it.

She felt better knowing that she had people supporting her through this whole ordeal; her mother, David, Howie, Mo, Max, and of course Simon, she counted herself as blessed to have all of them in her life.

Just knowing that she had people supporting her made this a little easier to deal with.

She took the seat next to her dad and wrapped her arms around his, before kissing his cheek, "Hey, Dad," She spoke softly as she settled beside him, "So Max and I are friends again, which is just awesome," she sighed, "And Simon got back from Vegas today, he's the guy I like… I think he likes me, too… but a little while ago, when I was singing to people, I sang to him and Max, and I am just not sure what that means yet." There was a beat of silence before she spoke again, "They're both great though, and I'm happy that I'm talking to them both again, I'm also really happy to see you again," She smiled at the older man.

The sound of Max walking back into the room stopped their conversation, he stood in the doorway and smiled at them both, "Come in," Zoey said softly, nodding her head slightly to gesture him into the room.

"Hi Mitch," Max sighed as he sat on the chair next to the couch, he looked to the TV screen before looking back at Mitch, "Oh I love this movie," He admitted with a bright smile, "I've not seen it for a while though, do you mind if me and Zoey watch it with you?" He asked.

Once again, Zoey watched as her dad struggled to write a response, the determination and ambition never leaving his eyes, it broke her heart to see him so determined to do something that was causing him so much struggle, she wondered if it also caused him pain at this point. The thought of her father being in pain and losing his ability to tell them hurt her more than anything else had, all she could do, was hope that any pain he might have felt was limited to none.

She smiled when she read her dad's message and turned her attention back to the dark haired man, "He said he'd really like that," She replied.

Max settled into the chair and turned his attention back to the TV. It was a small action that he had done, and was a small moment that she could share with her dad and best friend, but it was the one thing that had made her the happiest all day.

She had been right when she'd this week was starting out as a good one, Max and Simon had definitely helped that today, she just hoped that it would continue for the rest of the week.

They had stayed to watch the movie with Mitch and had watched an episode of a survival show with him and Maggie, while Zoey's mom had tried to feed him the soup that Max had brought him,, seeing him struggle, with such a basic daily task broke Zoey completely, she had tried not to focus on him struggling to keep the soup in his mouth, and struggling even more so to swallow it.

She and Max had left not long after that, seeing him that way was becoming too much for her, and scared her more than she wanted anyone else to know, every day that she saw him, his condition took over his body more and more, meaning that every time she saw him, was a day closer to her never seeing him again, and that was something that Zoey couldn't bare to think about.

When they had been leaving, she had given her mother and father longer hugs than she ever had in her life, telling them both how much she loved them, and promising to see them again tomorrow.

She and Max had sat in an easy silence in the car as the drove to pick up some takeout food to take back to Zoey's apartment, she kicked her shoes off as soon as she got home and headed to the kitchen without saying a word to Max, grabbing two plates for food and two glasses for some water.

"Thanks for inviting me to your parents house tonight," Max said softly, as he helped her dish out the food, "It was really great to see him again."

Zoey nodded her head slowly, "It's not a problem, thank you for going with me, I think he was really happy to see you," Zoey replied, her voice cracking slightly as she thought back to how feeble her dad had been.

Without another word, Max gently took her arm and guided her towards him, pulling her into a warm hug, "I am so sorry about everything," He mumbled, keeping her small body pressed against his, "I am sorry for acting the way I did before, I am sorry for not being there when you needed me, and I am sorry about what's happening to your dad."

She shook her head slightly, feeling the fabric of his shirt rubbing against her skin, and sending a slight scent of his cologne into her face, "You have nothing to apologise for, and I don't want you to think you do. I wasn't fair to you. But thank you for being here for me now," She smiled up at him sadly as she pulled away from his warmth.

"Where else would I be?" He asked with a shrug, "I am always going to be here for you Zoey…" There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. "I'm yours," He replied, a small teasing smirk on his face, "Should you need me."

"You really aren't you?"

They spend the rest of their night watching old movies from the 80s, and making stupid jokes about them, while they ate their chinese food, it was a little after eleven PM when Max left her home, pulling her into another hug at the door.

"Call me if you need or want anyone to talk to, no matter what time it is, alright?"

Zoey nodded her head, "I will," She promised, her arms tightening around him, the hug seemed to be over all too quickly for Zoey's liking, and just like when had let go of his hand earlier that night, she felt herself missing the small amount of contact she'd had with him. She watched until he disappeared out of her eyesight and out of the apartment building, her heart rate picking up, until she could feel it drumming against her ribcage, threatening to burst through her bones.

She locked the door and rested her back against it, taking a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth, trying to calm herself down as she made her way into the kitchen to clean up after them.

Max had offered to stay and help her of course, but she hadn't wanted the help, as much as she appreciated his offering, and she really did, she didn't want to feel dependent on people.

She moved around her apartment slowly humming contentedly to herself as she cleared away the take-out containers, poured the remains of Max's water down the sink, washing his plate and hers before getting herself another glass of water.

It settled somewhere in her brain as she made her way back into the living room, that the song she had been humming wasn't just any song, it was a song she had sang to someone not too long ago, and at the time had been convinced it meant only one thing.

I'm Yours .

She shook the song from her head and chuckled to herself quietly, she dropped herself onto her couch and began to flick through her options on Netflix, trying to find something to watch.

Her phone buzzing across the table pulled her attention away from the options on the comedy section, and an involuntary smile made its way to her lips when she saw Max's name on her screen.

From Max: Remember, I'm here for you if you need me.

His text reiterated his earlier words, and she knew that he meant them, because he always meant them. He was Max, he was one of the most sincere people she had ever had the pleasure to meet.

His words said everything that she needed to hear from him.

I'm here for you. No matter what time, no matter what day. I am here for you.

Just like the song she had sang to him those days earlier, and like the song she had been humming since he walked out of her apartment, they said the two words, that deep down she had always known to be true about Max.

I'm Yours .

A/N: A really late update and for that I am sorry, I already have so much of this story written or planned, so really it's just a case of going and tying up loose ends and editing and sometimes I don't have the motivation to do so.

Also, what did we all think of that season finale? What a roller coaster of emotions, my heart broke so much, the episodes was so beautiful and sad in the best way, and shows just how truly talented the cast and crew are!

We got team Max and team Simon moments, (I hope you were happy with the moments your ship got, I know I was), but we're still not closer to having an end to the love triangle, hopefully season 2 will give some closure to us all.

Even though we had some great moments for both ships in the finale and the season overall, my heart truly does lie with one ship more than the other and I can't even lie about that.

Thank you to everyone that has favourited, reviewed and followed this story so far, it really means a lot to me.

I hope you continue to enjoy this story as it continues.