Following the unexpected plummet of the former Mistpeak to Millfields Monorail cart due to an abundant Hobbe problem that Logan's Royal Guard had chosen to ignore, the Monorail tunnel remained desolate for two reasons: One, the funding simply wasn't there to fix it when the Queen began her reign and two, Reaver had disappeared and only his lunatic mind would have been able to repair the vessel.

Upon returning it was in fact the first thing the Queen requested of him, and he took full interest in the matter mainly because it was one of his greatest Industrial feats and to see it wounded and not available to the peoples eyes nearly killed his ego. During the Queen's rule Albion changed drastically following the Crawler; construction was being done to a deteriorated and long deserted port beyond the dried and dwindling marshlands on the eastern most part of Albion's coast. In order for the workers to access it with their supplies and machines without traveling by sea which sometimes took days they would need to travel through Mistpeak Valley somehow, but machines can't fit on a simple monorail cart. Reaver Industries plotted a very incredible monorail system, which even the Queen had to admit once it was installed that it was the most impressive thing she'd seen in all in a long time. The typical passenger carts were still suspended high over the dark trench which was now patrolled regularly to prevent any more Hobbes. However many feet under the passenger cart is a second track in which a large square shaped platform travels, able to carry large machines and vast amounts of supplies, as well as two carriages at a time and stock.

"Doesn't a nice jaunt in a metal box suspended high above a cavernous ravine of pure nothingness make you want to just pleasure yourself?"

The Queen made a sound of disgust that was between a scoff and a groan. Without looking at Reaver as she staggered on towards the waiting passenger cart she responded in all seriousness, "If you ever do such a thing in my presence I will throw you out of the car."

Before even managing her final words out his always flamboyant voice picked up once more, "But—being in such a state of possible certain death, given the machine could fall at any moment and knowing any second could be your last one would might as well go out with a bang, am I not correct?—unless…" he somehow managed to snake his way in front of her, the Queen looked him in the eye without feeling much of anything towards the charming twinkle dancing through each of his green irises.

"-You're the kind of person that would rather appreciate spending their final moments wrapped in ecstasy with another, and that can in fact be arranged my sweet!" he raised a finely trimmed eyebrow, his half grin widening along with it. The Queen cocked her head slightly to the right and began tapping a finger against her chin, battling his sarcasm with some of her own she poked his chin with the same finger and replied "I'm just going to walk away from that comment! Walk away!"

Reaver followed her with his eyes as she maneuvered her way around him staggering like an old woman with a hip problem, she brushed against his shoulder as she went giving him the perfect chance to engulf his face into her lush thick waves of curling hair which weren't blonde anymore…not like he recalled when she was much younger, all those years ago. No, now it was a mahogany color, with bright yellow highlights that shined in the sun, and it smelt almost irresistibly like oranges and dirt; both manly and feminine, the most perfect specimen of being to a man like him. The Queen pulled her head away absently, as if convinced she ran into a pole and not Reaver's creeping face. She proceeded to the already near packed car with intentions of squeezing herself as deep into the crowd as possible in a place Reaver wouldn't dare put his roaming mitts; in a huddle of dirty poor people.

Reaver stood for a moment longer looking around the platform at the few dozen sets of workers fresh from their shifts at the construction site of the new port; the abysmal remnants of his former 'Coastal paradise' lying askew in the dried up and partially frozen marshlands of easternmost Albion. He hadn't bothered mentioning he knew the old town quite well, upon hearing the proposal spoken in the purely business voice of the dark skinned ex-revolutionary turned Societal Overseer Page (or as he liked to refer to her: That annoying stubborn bitch) he merely laughed under his breath, thinking nothing important of it and agreed to oversee the constructions himself in his spare time. (The Queen knew upon hearing that response he really meant when he got extremely bored, which was next to never.) Meanwhile he'd leave the workers to deal with it themselves with nothing but a quick useless but threatening speech given to them the day before starting construction to go on, and a bunch of raw designs and layouts drawn in the chicken scratch of a drunk man to build with.

His attention came on the carriages that had been suspended on the stock platform; he smiled at his newest invention with expected cockiness, but narrowed his eyes at the Queen's stout little butler as he turned from the two drivers who were holding the reigns of the horses and speaking to each other and began walking towards the passenger cart where he'd probably sensed his Majesty was. "Harold, or—Henry…whatever your name is, don't move!" Hobson stopped in his tracks, hand still wrapped tightly against his arm, he stiffened at the sound of Reaver's voice and turned his head politely to meet his gaze "Yes sire?"

Reaver took the final steps towards him in a quick rush and before Hobson had a chance to squeal Reaver had his Dragonstomper pressed deep into his plushy stomach, he had to bend quite low to get to the butlers eye level. "Back-the-way-you-came! Go on, before my finger slips!" he spoke swiftly and casually, like a thief trying to rob a store might if they don't want to make it obvious. Hobson's face was ruby red, it hadn't even been five seconds and he felt himself sweating like a pig and more or less looking like one to, he backtracked like mad to the carriage, where Landon still lay unconscious, and took shelter inside. "Albion is full of pussies…" Reaver noted disappointedly under his breath, holstering his gun once again. He drove his hand through his hair and felt it actually stay where he pushed it and not fall back into its typical fluffy part, he curled his lips in disgust; damn Queen pushing him into the dirt.

Speaking of Queen…

Reaver spun on his heels to meet the open door of the oval shaped vessel, several pairs of tired and nerved eyes covered in dust and uplifted marsh slime gawked at his persona. He managed to keep them all in his glare as he stepped up to the edge of the platform where it met the cart, unable to see the Queen through the dozen or so people squished into the small space. "Now..." he began and all seemed to go quiet; the grinding gears, blowing steam and chattering people, quiet with fear. "As much as I do enjoy a good, sweaty man every now and again…" he fingered the hull of his pistol once more "Now is simply not the time! So if you'll all just—clear out of my way, real men need space to breath in such intolerably stuffy situations."

That was all it took for the cart to become empty of all but the Queen who was shaking her head disapprovingly while sipping off her Gin bottle, sitting at the farthest corner at the head of the car with Reaver's coat draped over her knees. "You're the intolerably stuffy situation Reaver, those men deserve to ride home I'm sure they've been waiting for a long time this cart does take an hour to arrive after all…"

Ignoring his Queen Reaver pulled the door shut being sure to hear the lock click from the other side, immediately after the car began its sluggish ride into the tunnel system. She turned her body and sat with her bad leg propped on the seats beside her and back to him as he sat to her left, chuckling at her gesture he rested an arm across the back of the chairs interrupting her view through the window. "There must have been a time when you had some form of civil decency…" she noted not looking at him, his fingers clenched in and out of a fist as he answered "Much to long ago for you to remember I'm sure!" his voice told her he was smiling which didn't surprise her much. She could feel his leg against the small of her back, the inner part of his elbow against her shoulder; her mind was careless of the facts but at the same time the feeling in her stomach was telling her he was probably going to maul her any minute now. But then again she felt that feeling every time she was around him, and the oddest thing was; he never made a move, save some slick remarks and faces. But why?

"You can lean back if you want you're Highness!"

Andddd there it was.

"I'm fine, I can't drink if I'm lying down anyways…and I think your crotch can survive without some form of pressure on it for once in its life!"

He laughed, relaxing his head on his other hand "Cute." He muttered in response "Now did you share such ruffian dialogue with that lowlife spouse of yours? Had it ever occurred to you that may be why he hates you? And must your mind be so far in the gutter? My goodness your Majesty I'm beginning to wonder if I should hose you down! "

"Lazlo and me, is none of your business…and neither is Morgan." She declared sternly, ignoring his final remark.

"Oh that's right! The young deaf prince! How was it I had forgotten? I've heard many things said about him…even put a share in myself."

"If you make fun of my son and his disability in front of me I'll hit you so hard you'll cry…" He laughed for a moment with doubt, and the Queen had half a mind to turn around and show him she was serious but thought better of it; as much of a sight it would have been to see Reaver cry, she didn't want to put up with the bullet to the head that would surely follow.

"One can't help but wonder about how he plans to rule Albion when he can't hear anything but his own thoughts…wait—can he even hear those? Will signing become our traditional language? B-because I refuse to learn—!"

"Probably no need when it comes to you…with a voice like yours I'm sure he'll be able to hear you just fine—and that's nothing to be proud of." She interrupted coldly, but he kept up his annoying little chuckling that after some time of being rather adorable became extremely annoying. The Queen gave him time to run out of steam, holding back her defensive temper by sipping time after time on the Gin, she ran a finger up and down the slash on her leg; it was deep and wide, not bleeding but oozing with clear watery liquid that through her very gentle buzz she found fun to roll around on the balls of her fingers. Reaver pressed fingers into his eyes and inhaled back in the air he'd lost from laughing, he crossed his right leg over his left giving him a little more room to inch closer to the Queen. He peered over her shoulder as best he could given her mass of hair that was always in the way, he saw her toying with her wound as if it were something meant to be played with, he raised his eyebrows. "Morgan will never be king…" she confessed sadly "Lazlo'll never let him leave Brightwall, he's to afraid he won't be able to take care of himself…to afraid he'll try to find me…" she relaxed her hands on her thighs and sighed, watching the dark cave pass by slowly outside the window she tried to remember what her little boy even looked like.

"Children are a waste of time anyways, is being alone with the luxury of freedom to do whatever you want not the best thing you've ever had in your life?"

She scoffed, brushing all her hair back and up into a ponytail which she held as she opposed "I didn't expect you know what I meant…you've never had children of your own—ones that you were aware of anyways..."

"Oh—please!" he rolled his eyes and waved the remark off with the hand that was still resting on the windowsill. The Queen widened her eyes, dropped her hair and quickly spun her torso around to face him, he pushed himself back a small ways and placed his hand unconsciously on his pistol.

"You can't really sit there and tell me you don't think you have kids somewhere, what with your inability to keep it in your pants!"

"-Any offspring I have ever fathered are long deceased now, what with the invention of the condom, I believe we can consider the problem of lone stragglers perpetually extinct!"

"I don't want to hear it…" she pushed a hand against his smiling face as she turned back around, he laughed into her skin and the heat and steam of his breath made her recoil back to herself and wipe her hand across her shirt, she tore the cork off the Gin and swallowed some more.

"And what was that about not being able to keep it in my pants? I'm doing it right now aren't I?"

"Reaver! Do you evershut up! j-just—here!" she turned and stuffed the bottle against his chest "keep yourself busy!"

Before turning back around she looked him in the face as he stared at her grinning, she placed her fingers on either side of his lips and pulled the smile down to a straight expression "stop fucking smiling—Avo, are you trying to look like a psychopath?"

Reaver took an impressive haul off the bottle keeping his face expressionless, but that fact didn't seem to make his effervescent tone die off "your as big a demanding bitch as your mother used to be, but with better taste in alcoholic beverages…and a nicer ass."

She looked back with mouth agape; luckily her skin was just tanned enough to hide the rosy color rising in her cheeks. "What do you know about my mother anyways?" she asked cautiously, her heart picked up anxious beats as he smiled delightfully. "I knew old Queen Chaser only to well—tell you what, why don't you come over once we arrive back in Millfields and I'll tell you all about your dear old mother…we can chat with a few nice expensive bottles of strong wine, what about that?"

The Queen glared at him and shook her head "A few bottles of drugged wine you mean—you dick!"

Reaver threw his arms up in annoyance "if saying I drugged you is your way of coping with the fact you hurled yourself into my lap and throat that time so be it! In my defense—I don't need to drug someone to get them to give in to me, never have…never will!"

"Whatever you say, not like you'd admit it anyways! Luckily I don't remember anything; I guess that's a plus to foreign drugs."

"Oh you don't do you? What a pity! If I may say this then my Queen, you have a very eager tongue." She felt her cheeks heat up and her fists clench tighter around the jacket tail she had bundled in her lap, as she gasped with fake horror Reaver leaned in to the crook of her neck and whispered with husky lewdness "Want to be reminded of how I taste?"

The Queen looked over her shoulder at him casually "Are you looking to get spit on? Because I will spit in your face right now if you don't get out of my space." She had a crooked smile across her plump lips which were hovering dangerously close to his, there was a magnetic feeling flashing through her brain that wanted to pull her into his face but she avoided the urge for the sake of herself and their, if you could call it, friendship.

Reaver hummed with thought, his green eyes were battling hers, "…and what if I said that I did?"

"Your gross, I hope you know that."

"Saliva is hardly a gross thing my dear, I've had more colorful things on my face then that before—have you forgotten who you're talking to?" The Queen threw her head back and began laughing hysterically; she shook her head as if to say "you're hopeless!" Then turned back away from him and let her giggles die down into her palm. "…but really…" she changed the subject through the smile that couldn't be helped "Can't you just tell me about my mom right now?"

"'fraid not your Highness, if I'm seeing it correctly I believe we've arrived home."

The Queen's entire face fell; she looked out the window and saw the lights of the Millfields platform coming into view. It had been an hour already? How much Gin had she drunk to not realize it! She weighed her options carefully, coming upon a rather logical one she explained with a sly smile "Fine, I'll come over—but only to hear what you have to say about her…and I'm bringing Page with me!".

Reaver frowned "Why must you bring that amazon? Can you not find someone more…appealing to look at, one that actually bathes maybe, and has an actual personality?"

The cart came to a screeching halt at the platform which was packed with workers waiting to arrive at their shifts, they stared oddly at the fact only two people exited and weren't all that surprised one of them was Reaver. The Queen had pulled Reaver's coat over her head to mask her identity from her subjects; it wasn't difficult to get through the thick crowd for Reaver's presence scared them off like they were timid pigeons.

"What about that other little friend of yours—the brown haired one with the obviously virgin lips?" He asked after they were out of the crowd and walking towards the cave entrance, she rolled her eyes while pulling the furry collar back around her shoulders "You mean Elise?"

"Ah yes! Elise! Now there is a piece of untenderized meat I would surely love to swallow — why not bring her?"

"Because Page is my closest friend and she sets you straight, and I care about Elise to much to let her fall victim to your vulgarity!"

"Its bound to happen eventually my dear so might as well let it happen now! Oh—and I can think of someone else that sentence refers to as well…but I won't go there until later."

Some part of the Queen's mind shut her ability to speak down; she was unable to respond to his suggestive but uncalled-for remark. She felt her voice become caught in her throat and no matter what she did it wouldn't come out, she hoped Reaver hadn't noticed. But he did move his eyes as far right as they could go as if to look at her, but didn't move his head to actually get her into their view and his eyebrow rose with distant curiosity. She made quick to change the subject, "Will you be accompanying the court during the meeting tomorrow for once? I mean, we've had five and you've been to none, don't you find it important to know how your men are doing constructing the port?"

"I've been busy, my schedule is nothing short of full these days my darling Queen."

"Oh I'm sure…" she countered slyly, "Drowning yourself in the gullibleness of the local poons can be such a schedule crowder!"

Reaver started to laugh blissfully as he kept up his conceited-like walking towards the station entrance, "Oh must you be such a downer? Not all of them are morons!"

"Ohhh please Reaver…" she picked up her pace by widening her strides until she was at equal speed with him. He looked down at her out of the corners of his eyes; cheekbones raised high in a smile.

"Half of them are so dumb they can't even tell the difference between a pistol and a penis, and when it comes to you…either one can get them killed."

He stopped; the smile was wiped clean off his face. The Queen tried not to crack a smile as he turned his head fully to view her and she could have sworn his skin had paled slightly. She saw his throat bob up and down as he swallowed, and by the way his mouth twisted he was biting his tongue, "Whatever is that supposed to mean?" he asked sorely, his voice high in his throat. The Queen was unable to control herself any longer; she smiled pleasantly at him, her eyes became crescent shaped and her usually wrinkleless skin creased as her cheekbones rose with her widened jaw "…I'm sorry Reaver—have I dug up a few secrets you wanted nobody to know?"

He was caught off guard by her expression, how much she looked like Chaser at that very moment…how much she was acting like Chaser; throwing off her cheap jokes like he wasn't even a human being at all and didn't feel. Chaser, with the occasional help of that beastly woman Hammer, had done an incredible job during the years of the Spire at making him feel quite pathetic and worthless, how shitty it was that that trait was an inheritable one. He wouldn't admit it allowed, but the jokes eventually bore down quite hard and got more then just old; any person alive begins to take it seriously after awhile. He vaguely recalled Chaser taking a crack at whether or not he was sexually diseased in some way a long time ago, and he almost wanted to think he socked her in the face for it.

"Of course not your Highness, I'm a careful man I promise you—but if you insist I can prove it to you right now since you seem so genuinely interested!"

Old Chaser's face disappeared from the Queen once he playfully moved to unbutton his trousers, she gasped hysterically and pushed his chest making his arms wobble back to keep his balance. "You're sick!" she declared in a disgusted tone, but entertainment was apparent in her voice. She couldn't help but smile a toothy grin that had captivated many men in the past and drew a hot feeling in Reaver's body he couldn't help but bite his lip at. She'd had the tail of his coat, which was much longer then she was, bundled up in her arms and as she backed up towards the glowing entrance into the Millfields sunlight her curly hair draped itself over her face uncontrollably making her drop her full hands and brush it away revealing her drying blouse and buxom chest to his eyes once more. He didn't move as the Queen continued to walk out of the cave with his wonderfully pricey coat dragging along the metal grated floor, instead he licked his lips casually as if to free them of dryness but at the same time the gesture shared vulgar intensity. He recalled the promise he'd made a dying Chaser eighteen years ago…a cruel promise that despite the fact she was now dead he still intended on following through with… to the fullest.

Writer's Note:

I'M SO SORRY! It took me forever to complete this chapter!; I did so many revisions and changed so many things in it, not to mention the writer's block I've been dealing with! And it's a bit long I know…but I hope I did okay.

I based the Queen in this story kind of off my Fable Queen in my game, she's in the center of corrupted and pure but incase you haven't grasped the fact yet: she's an alcoholic with a gambling problem who likes to party, but at the same time she's sure to be a good leader to her people and have a fairly good grasp on her self respect.

I feel as though I put a lot of information into this chapter, mainly because I wanted to get a few things out. Eh it's a fanfiction, we can write whatever we want. I brought Elise into this because I wanted my Queen to have some friends besides Page, she'll be Elliot's younger sister in this story (I killed off Elliot as done in the game) I also plan on bringing Logan into the story later on, so it's going to be one wild ride. (Of course 97% of it will be on Reaver and the Queen, who will later have a name.)

Feedback is so very appreciated, it doesn't take long to comment : ]

The next chapter will be a flashback, btw.