Hello there all. Welcome back to this story! I apologize if it feels like I am taking forever to write this but you have to understand I'm now moving into the storyline of the first season and I CANNOT find any transcripts online. Soooo that means I am having to watch the episode and take the dialogue from there before rewatching the scenes to get the details correct. So yeah, just hang in there.

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[005]

"Simone!" Dyson called from in front of the fridge.

"Huh?" her response came muffled through the bathroom door.

"Did you finish the milk?" he asked closing the door and turning around just as the bathroom door swung open revealing Simone dressed in a long night-shirt with her hair up in a messy bun. He could only compare her hair to fire seeing as it was sticking up in various directions, like flames licking at the air.

It was six thirty in the morning and they had just woken up. He had to be to work in a half an hour but he was hoping that maybe, just maybe, he could actually eat some breakfast before leaving. Simone had a meeting with The Ash at seven-thirty concerning her new job. They were both running a little late but neither of them seemed to mind.

In the past two days they had managed to fall into a routine that worked for both of them. Simone had managed to invade his apartment so seamlessly that it was like she had been living there for years instead of just days. Her clothes were tucked in a couple of drawers that he hadn't been using or that had hosted older clothing which had needed to be thrown out anyways. The remaining boxes had been taken to a storage unit not to far from the building and the little odds and ends where scattered across his place in such a manner that he didn't feel as if she were actually invading, more like making herself at home. He liked it, the sharing of space, more than he probably should have. At least he wasn't lonely and she did bring a bit of excitement. Wolves preferred packs after all and his wolf was jumping with joy.

"Why would I finish off the milk?" she asked as she went to gather clothing. "You had a glass yesterday with dinner. Maybe you finished it without realizing it," she added as she stalked to the bedside table to look at her new phone.

He couldn't help but notice that she looked a lot better than she had two, nearly three days ago. Her bruises were fading into that nasty greenish-yellow color rather than that dark black and purple hue that bothered him. All her gashes, cuts, and scraps were now scabbed over and her limping was less noticeable. The bruising under her eyes, which had originally been from lack of sleep and stress, were now gone leaving behind lighter rings from whatever other stress she was under. Her eyes were bright, more focused. She was less skittish though he did catch her looking over her shoulder ever so often. She just looked better, more like the Fae he had known in the past.

When he didn't actually respond to her statement about him finishing the milk, she rolled her eyes going to the bathroom once more. He heard her thumping around in there getting ready for the day. He gave up on looking for anything more to eat than a piece of toast, promising that he would go to the store later if he got the chance. He popped a couple of slices of bread into the old toaster he had and went about getting himself ready for the day.

Within fifteen minutes he had dressed, eaten, and headed for the door. Simone popped her head out of the bathroom and cursed when she saw him leaving. He chuckled. "You've got fifteen minutes until you've got to leave. I'd best get moving. See you at the Dal." He winked with a smile watching her stick out her tongue.

"Have a good day," she called right before he shut the door hearing his laugh at her childishness.

She gave a sigh of relief and walked out of the bathroom. She was dressed in a bra and panties. Her stomach was covered in little scraps and bruises, marks which had only been seen by Lauren. Dyson didn't even know the extent of her injuries. She was just happy they were disappearing. She thanked the Gods, or whoever was up there, that she had been born a wolf-shifter. Healing was an ability, an ability she had taken advantage of in the past.

Smiling more to herself as she grabbed a different shirt, she drifted back to the past once more.

Leaning up against a tree, Simone huffed air in and out of her lungs. Blood dripped down from a long gash on her forehead falling into her eyes causing her to blink rapidly. She could still hear the sounds of her pack mates fighting the enemies. Her adversary was on the ground, dead as the Human's Jesus was. His throat was slit from where her blade had sliced smoothly through flesh and muscle.

Her clothing was soaked in his blood. She could taste his blood on her tongue mixed with her own and the salty tang of her sweat. The scent of copper invaded her nose, eradicating the smell of rain off in the distance.

It was a mystery to her. Five years ago she would have said this kind of thing went against everything she believed in. Maybe it had been that mugger in the town which had changed her world view. Maybe it was the blood lust of her wolf which had driven her to take her rage and frustration out on people. Maybe she was just realizing that she wasn't the perfect angel her mother and father wanted. She now loved to fight, loved the feel of flesh giving way beneath her blade or her teeth and claws. She loved the sound of battle, sword against sword, the helpless wail of those failing in death.

"Simone!" someone screamed out drawing her out of her reprieve. She cursed herself for having let her guard down as she was forced to drop to the ground and roll as a sword blade bit into the truck of the tree she had just been leaning against.

Swiping a hand across her eyes she realized just how close she had come to losing her head. Growling just a little more than necessary, she jumped to her feet and reached for her discarded dagger. Her sword had long been lost amid the battle waging before her. She would search for it later. Her dagger however, a gift from her father, was never far from her hand.

Her eyes glowed gold as she rushed forward feeling the sting of her enemy's blade slice along her arm as her own blade struck home in the man's chest. She heard the scream of pain as she removed the blade while ducking a fist. She was too slow and the blow glanced off her temple sending a star burst of pain erupting behind her eyes.

Cursing loudly this time she kicked out a leg sending her enemy down to the ground. She took up her dagger, which had fallen when she had been hit, and sliced neatly across the man's throat. Blood welled up as he gurgled his last breath. She was once again panting, her body radiating the pain she had endured. She could still fight though, her body would heal in a couple days time. Throwing herself back into the fray of things, she watched Dyson's eyes light up from across the field. She knew what he must have seen, a bloody mess, but still he smiled. She smiled right back just as her dagger sank once more into flesh. Oh the fun they would have when this was over.

Shaking herself out of the stupor of the past, she shrugged into her shirt, shimmied into a pair of jeans and grabbed her tennis shoes. She threw her phone, keys, and a couple of various other things into the only purse she owned and headed for the front door. She locked it behind her with the key Dyson had given her yesterday. She smiled, realizing that for just this moment the past and present blurred into one. She was with Dyson and she had a home.

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Dyson and Hale were walking through the halls of the precinct. Dyson flipped through a file while Hale talked. "Saturday night, I'm out with Katia, right? The girl I was telling you about."

"Remind me. Human or Fae?" he asked looking at his friend just as another office was shoving a suspect in handcuffs down the hall roughly.

"This girl is all Fae. Okay?" Hale continued on when they were in the clear. Dyson smirked as he looked over the file, flipping a page back to make it easier to read. "So after dinner, we're back at her place having a drink, listening to some music, one thing kind of leads to another."

"Amazing how that happens, huh?" Dyson said as he flashed to a memory of how one thing had once lead to another with Simone. At lot of one things had led to a lot of other things with that girl in the past. None of it, well most of it, could never be regretted.

The two of them stopped in front of a clipboard where he took the pen and wrote something as Hale talked on with this huge grin on his face. "Yeah, so we're kissing, right? She's running her hands through my hair, unbuttoning my shirt, stroking my man chest," the siren said with the fond memory of the other night.

"Stop it," Dyson mumbled though it was more of a code for 'continue' in man speak.

"Only suddenly, there are a few too many hands." When Dyson turned to look at Hale in surprise, he nodded. "Yeah," he confirmed. "I open my eyes...two of her, man. Yeah." He nodded again, more than likely remembering the night a little more closely than he had when he had started speaking.

Dyson looked around for a second to make sure no one else was there. "A Gemini?" he asked softly in amazement.

"Yes, both of them drop-dead gorgeous. Both of them wanting it bad."

"Just the way you were qualified to deliver, my friend."

"Dude...I have sung my way into a lot of women's pants over the years, but I promise you, this was the most profound night of my life, man." Dyson had finished writing whatever he had been writing and they continued walking. "They played ice cream sandwich, okay? I was the ice cream."

"Hey, man, that sounds profound," he conceded as he indulged his friend. Profound was different to everyone, for Dyson profound had been something completely on another level.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Why I tell you is this..." Dyson caught the sound of a woman laughing, a woman who he knew but who wasn't Simone. "I know. She's got a twin sister, okay?" They walked to the door frame of the bullpen only for Dyson to see Bo sitting on his desk chatting idly with an older officer, more like flirting if he was honest. She looked at him and he looked at her before pulling his gaze back to Hale. "Also a splitter, also gorgeous. I was thinking, you, me, Katia, and Karen—double date. Then I remembered you with Simone the other night, figured a double date wasn't in the spirit of things," Hale teased his friend a little.

"Technically, I think that would be a quadruple date but yeah, let me get back to you." He didn't say anything about the mention of Simone. He tried to completely ignore it. "Think I got something to take care of," he said while entering the bullpen headed right for the Succubus on his desk.

"And I thought I was in over my head. Simone's gonna kill him," Hale muttered to himself as he walked back down the hall shaking his head.

Dyson walked in just as the officer was leaving his desk, leaving Bo sitting there. Everyone was staring, and probably not for a good reason. Gossip spread like wildfire in the police department and he was sure that word had gotten around that he had a pretty little redhead living with him. The appearance of Bo had probably sparked some more gossip which would either make him a hero or put him in a bad light.

"How'd you get in here?" he questioned the brunette sitting on his desk with a smile. His wolf kept wanting to compare Bo to Simone but his rational mind kept cutting the wolf off. He would not compare them, it wasn't right.

"I...said that I was your girlfriend." That explained why everyone was watching and listening. If Bo said she was his girlfriend yet he had a redhead living with him, they all thought he was cheating on one of them. This was not going to end well. "No one seemed to have a problem with that, seemed confused actually."

"I bet," he looked at everyone. "Gentlemen, would you mind just giving us a moment please? Thanks," he whispered as they dispersed. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You said that I could find you here if I needed help."

He was a little surprised. "I just didn't think it would be this soon."

"Are you that disappointed to see me?" she countered. He wouldn't say he was disappointed but he was sure he didn't feel the same way she did about seeing him. He cursed the redhead living in his apartment.

"That depends. What do you need? You look hungry. Should I be worried?" Yes it was a taunt and no he wouldn't mind feeding that hunger of hers. It wasn't like he was in a committed relationship. But why did it feel like he was betraying Simone?

"You mean am I gonna go on a murder spree? No, I'm okay. But..." she picked up a package and handed it too him as she said, "I do need help tracking down who this belongs to."

He opened it only to find a gun. He pulled it out, looked around to see if anyone else saw what he was holding, and turned back to Bo. "How the hell did you get this in here?" He looked at it once more before unloaded the clip.

"My client needs to find somebody who took something from him," she explained vaguely. "He promised me info on my real parents if I helped him out."

He stuffed both the gun and the clip back into the package, to hide it. "That means this client is Fae." He was none to thrilled about it. He was worried she was being taken for a ride, being taken advantage of because she desperately wanted information on her birth parents.

"Well, there's a reason you're a detective, huh?" she sighed out nervously.

"Bo..." Dyson started, leveling his gaze on hers and leaning forward. "This is not a good idea. You should stay out of the Fae world. Just live your life."

"There's just, uh, one small problem. I wind up killing everyone that I let close to me." There was a moment of silence between them. "Look, you are the only one of them that I can talk to. You have to help me out."

"No, I don't," he answered honestly already knowing he was going to.

"Fine." She slapped her hand on the gun in the packaging. She held it close to her body. "I'll get help elsewhere. But I gotta warn you, this could get messy. I mean, I get taken in by human cops, I have no problem telling them what I am or what any of you are." She was good at manipulation. At least with Simone she was up front about what she wanted and that she was damn well going to get it.

Hale sat a coffee mug on his desk with a clank, risking a glance at Dyson before looking down. "The Morrigan was right," Dyson started as he stood. "You are dangerous," he snarled out playfully.

"Well, flattery will get you everywhere," Bo flirted a bit as he grabbed the package and turned to walk around the two desks, approaching Hale.

"Buddy," he handed over the packaged with the gun in it. "Can you run the registration on this for me? There's something I gotta do."

Hale looked inside, noticing the gun for the first time. "Are you sure we want to get involved with this?"

"I'm not sure about anything. But just—just do it, okay?" he asked, a hand on his friend's shoulder before skirting around the desks once more.

"And you come with me," he grabbed his coat while talking to Bo.

"Where are we going?" she asked, following him.

"You want to play in this world, you gotta learn the rules." He ushered her out of the door only to be caught a few seconds later by Hale who had back tracked to the duo leaving. He still had the package in his hands. "What?" Dyson rose his brow.

"Simone gonna meet us for a drink later?" Hale knew what he was doing, bringing up Simone in front of Dyson while he was with Bo. It was his passive way of reminding Dyson that he had perfectly good, and safe, choice of playmate living in his apartment if he was in the mood to...play.

"Don't know," he said with a grin already knowing the answer. "Call her and ask." He tossed out her number which he knew the siren would remember in a heartbeat.

"Who's Simone?" Bo inquired as Hale walked away, Dyson continuing to lead her out of the police department.

"Someone you'll meet sooner or later. She's an old friend."

"By old friend do you mean ex-girlfriend or current girlfriend."

"Both and neither," Dyson picked seeing as it was the truth. She was his ex-girlfriend and in a way if he looked at it she was his current girlfriend, just without the dating and kissing and sex. On the other hand she had never been his girlfriend, more like a partner in every sense of the word. He wolf snarled out one word, a word he dreaded hearing after all these years.

"Huh," Bo mumbled. It made Dyson chuckle. Boy was he in for a fun ride when she and Simone met.

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Putting her car gently into park, Simone grabbed her purse off the seat beside her as she climbed out. She locked the doors behind her, dropped the keys into her bag, and checked once more for all her things before looking both ways up and down the street. She jogged across when there was an open stretch of road, her shoes slapping against the pavement.

She had a minor flash of running down a Tudor London street after a fresh rain shower. A flash of her hand held tightly in another warm hand, warding off the cold that seemed to inhabit the city. She heard her own tinkling laughter mixing with the deep laugh of her partner. She could still feel his lips on hers, the glint in her partner's eyes, and the touch of his hand on her neck.

The memory made her smile, made her miss and long for the past all at once. Yet she couldn't help but look forward, not just in front of her but to her future she was starting to carve out. Not long ago that idea of the future looked bleak, dark, and lonely, but in the last week she had walked from the shadows and into the light.

So proceeding to walk the two blocks from where she had parked to the ally in which the Dal was hidden, Simone thought about what had occurred so far that day. She had learned a lot about herself and what she wanted from this new life she was starting to build. She also learned a lot about the side she had decided to join.

It was a lot to think about, a lot to process. She couldn't believe that her life had changed so much in the last couple of weeks. She hadn't known having been running from the place she had called home for so long would make her realize she hadn't been doing what she wanted to do. She hadn't been living for herself in quite a long while.

As she sifted through her mind, she turned the corner into the ally where the front door of the Dal was located. At the end of the ally in the service lane she saw an old yellow car parked. No one was inside of it, at least no one living. She could smell death all over the car, the scent waffled around her head, like smog in LA.

Simone tucked her purse tighter under her arm as she approached the abandoned car, a little weary of it. Death was a common smell in her world, more common than anything else actually. She had been a warrior after all, in a life that had been lived for far too long. Yet smelling it outside the only pub in the city, that she knew of at least, in which the Fae could gather without fear of being discovered wasn't a natural thing. Someone had put a body in that car, human or otherwise, and then left it.

"Simone?" Dyson's voice had her stopping in her tracks. She turned on her heels, wobbling slightly on her injured ankle. While the swelling had gone down as had the bruising, the over-worked muscles were still sore. "What are you doing here? I thought you started work after your meeting."

Simone stood there dumbstruck for a moment as she thought of a response, the more primitive part of her mind was still telling her to sniff around the car. Fighting that urge was taking some effort on her part. She finally noticed, with a shake of her head, that there were two woman standing beside him. Both were dark haired. One was pale, the other one tanner. One was slender, the other was a bit more voluptuous in a stunning sort of way. Both were dressed in dark clothing, though the smaller of the two was leaning more towards a goth type vibe while the other had a biker chick kind of feel.

"Um," she mumbled before letting out a frustrated sigh with a rub of her face. "That car smells like a dead body," she stated simply, not really caring who the women were and if she should be stating that so bluntly in front of them. She had given up on subtle a LONG time ago and if they were with Dyson coming out of the Dal then they were safe to speak in front of.

"What?" The taller of the two women looked startled at the admission from Simone. It let the redhead know that the car in question belonged to the woman speaking. "How can you tell?" She looked between Simone and the car and Dyson.

Simone tapped the side of her nose to indicate her sense of smell. "It comes with the territory," she said mysteriously. She had a strong feeling that the woman speaking was a Fae, she could smell it all over her mixed with the scent of those in the pub.

Giving a slight nod of her head the woman said, "Okay. You might be able to help as well then."

"Help with what?" Simone cocked her head to the side as the three of them approached her while she continued on towards the car. "I'm Simone by the way," she added as a way of introduction.

"Bo and this is Kenzi," Bo, the older of the two woman, said as she fished her keys out of her pocket a bit surprised at the introduction. She walked around the back of the car to the trunk while Simone took in the singular fact that while Bo was indeed a Fae, the girl, Kenzi, was a human, a young human.

"It's a pleasure. So what happened?" Bo popped the trunk, the smell of fresh death ran rampant through Simone's nose. She had to trample down the wolf inside her as it tried to panic. The most recent dead body she had encountered had been at her hand, and it hadn't been intentional on her part. She managed to control herself as she leaned over and looked into the trunk.

Without much thought, her purse dropped off her arm and would have hit the ground if it weren't for Dyson catching it. Her eyes widened as she leaned farther into the trunk looking at the dead body encased there. It was the body of a Fae she hadn't seen in centuries. She knew they still existed but she hadn't encountered one since she was a young adult.

"Holy crap," she whistled low under her breath. There, in the trunk of the car lay a dead body just as Simone's nose had indicated. The body had no head and had been stabbed through the chest with what she knew to be two broken pieces of a broom handle. The head though, that was what gave away what was in the Fae's trunk.

"First problem," Dyson pointed at the body. "No head."

"Uh, he started that way," Bo said while Simone continued to look at the body in the trunk.

"Yeah, second problem," he leaned his hands on the trunk as Simone walked away from the trunk to the back seat of the car. "It's a Dullahan."

"Okay. Obvious questions...what the hell is a Dullahan?" Simone snorted at the question and the tone used. Bo really was that new to the Fae world if she didn't know what she had managed to kill.

"You could say that they're the mercenaries of the Fae world," Simone started as she poked at the head in the bag in the backseat. When it didn't move she sighed, happy to know it was truly dead. Dullahans were hard to kill. She knew from past experience.

"Over the millennia they evolved the ability to remove their heads," Dyson continued on where Simone had dropped off.

"Like the headless horseman," Bo observed.

Simone came to stand beside Dyson, removing her bag which hung loosely from his hand against the bumper of the car. She crossed her arms as she looked at the body once more. She loved a good history lesson. "They use it to throw fear into their victims," she finished for him.

"As a victim, I can vouch it works."

"They're usually unstoppable, Bo," Dyson told her seriously.

"I wouldn't say that. Clearly she killed it and I've killed a couple in my day," Simone stated with a snort. Kenzi chuckled lightly which earned a smile from the redheaded Fae.

"Well I guess someone forgot to tell this guy," Bo muttered as she continued to look at the body in her trunk.

"Or maybe he wasn't listening," Kenzi joked which made Simone roll her eyes playfully. The girl had some spunk. To have faced a Dullahan and still be able to joke about it, well that took a very strong personality especially for a human. Simone figured, with some time, she could learn to like the girl.

Bo and Dyson didn't quite find her joke funny seeing as they kind of just looked at her as they pushed off from leaning on the car.

"You get it? No head." She tried to explain which had Simone trying not to laugh while shaking her head. "Okay," the girl sighed out softly as Dyson signaled for Bo to follow him.

"I need to talk to you," he stated. "Alone," he added lightly to both Simone and Kenzi. The two of the looked at the duo leaving before looking into the trunk.

"You two got mighty lucky," Simone started which startled the girl beside her. She laughed softly. "Sorry, I can be a bit quiet sometimes. Comes with the territory I suppose."

"I know we got lucky. That thing nearly killed Bo." The girl kicked the ground with her booted foot.

Simone smiled. "If you hadn't been there I believe Bo wouldn't have survived."

"How did you know I was there? I mean Bo could have just picked me up. Are you some kind of pyhsic Fae or something?" Kenzi eyed her with wonder and distrust. An odd mix of emotions but not the worst Simone had ever faced.

With a smile Simone shook her head. "No, I can smell you all over the body. Both you and Bo. You helped her."

"What are you?" The girl questioned, curious now. This had been the second time she had brought up her sense of smell and she knew it made the girl wonder.

"Rude to ask but if you must know I'm a Fae," she answered sarcastically knowing that Kenzi had already figured that out a long time ago.

"Got that, but what kind?" she explained her question a little better so that it wasn't so narrow.

"Again a tad bit rude of you."

"Sorry," Kenzi actually looked embarrassed and didn't push the question any farther.

"Not a problem. So how did you get wrapped up with a Succubus? Are you and her..." Simone made a motion with her hands to explain what she was saying. Though she was a very old Fae some conversations, even between females, weren't comfortable for either party to discuss.

Kenzi made a disgusted face before shaking her head wildly. "No! No! Eck, just no. Bo saved my life a few days ago."

"So you kind of belong to her then?"

"No, I'm just a friend."

Simone nodded her head slightly looking over to where Dyson and Bo were talking. From the distance she was from them she couldn't make out what they were saying.

"So you and Dyson?" The girl suggested having seen the look in her eyes.

"No, well not any more. A long time ago," the redhead said wistfully, a mournful smile playing at her lips as memories danced at the forefront of her mind. "We were different people back then."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bring back bad memories."

With a smile, Simone sighed, turned around and leaned her backside onto the edge of the trunk. The body didn't seem to bother either of them overly much. "Not so much bad memories as much as older memories I haven't dared to think about. We, me and Dyson, have a complicated past."

"Did you love him?" Kenzi inquired as she began to dig around the pockets of the Dullahan. Simone didn't even bother to ask what she was doing because she knew.

Now that question hit a cord close to the heart. Did she love him? Did she still love him? There were a lot of questions left unanswered that she tried to shove back out of her mind when it concerned Dyson. "I did."

"Do you still love him?" The girl had come up with a hand full of gemstones, shoving them into her top while risking a glance at Simone. The redhead looked away for a second as if to indicate that she saw nothing that was going on.

She finally gave the girl half a smile looking longingly back at Dyson who wasn't even looking at her now. She was thankful for that. "It's been so long, Kenzi, since I thought of that. I don't know. Maybe. We're friends for now, nothing more."

"I think Bo might have a thing for him," the human supplied with a tentative look at the redheaded Fae.

Simone knew the human was testing the waters, trying to get more information out of her. Thankfully she was much older and wiser. She wasn't falling for it. "You're probably right." She confirmed instead throwing the girl off-balance.

"Would it hurt you if..." she didn't finish the sentence.

Simone shrugged, not really sure of the answer just yet. "Maybe, maybe not." She looked over now as Dyson wrote something down before handing the paper to Bo. He walked back to Kenzi and Simone.

"Nice talking to you," Kenzi mumbled before rushing off to meet with Bo, most likely to inform the Fae of the gems she found in the Dullahan's pockets. They had been payment and Simone figured it had something to do with whatever those girls were working on.

"What did you two talk about?" Dyson asked while dialing a number and looking in the trunk. He didn't look interested, not really, in what she and the human had been talking about but she knew that underneath the surface he was dieing to know.

She knew he was calling the cleaners. It was the only real way to get rid of the body legally since it was a clean Fae kill. The Dullahan had gone after Bo and she had not, hopefully, been the target. The death was justified. "We just talked, girl stuff you know."

"Uh huh," he growled out lightly in a teasing manner as he talked before giving her a light nudge with his hand. "Go have Trick make you some tea, I'll be in once I've dealt with this."

Simone laughed, catching both girl's attention, before patting him on the arm affectionately. Bo caught the way Dyson grabbed Simone's hand, holding it lightly in his own as Simone waved with her free hand before turning away. Dyson slowly let the Fae's hand go, a soft linger of contact that neither of them found odd. To Bo it was more than what friends would share, a touch like that spoke volumes to the emotions they had hidden inside them both. Bo couldn't help but feel a little jealous as the other Fae slightly limped her way to the door of the Dal giving Dyson once last smile before entering.

Questions? Comments? Concerns? Suggestions? Reviews are welcome!

A/N: So what did you think? I know there wasn't too much from the episode in here but I have to work Simone slowly into the plot of the show so that it doesn't seem overly forced. I'm working on it. I hope everything in this chapter was done correctly. I'm new to actually working with a show plot, I usually do straight AU not messing with an established plot. So let me know how I did.

See you all next time!