The Loonatics landed with a soft thud. Turning off their jet packs, they took in the scene that met their eyes.

There were many different vehicles in the front yard, all belonging to different groups of people. Two huge fire trucks were parked closest to the burning building while many black figures were trying to extinguish the fire. The haunting white outline of the ambulances were farther off down the lawn, but were there non-the-less. A single police car, it's triple color lights flashing, was also parked nearby.

“Loonatics,” a gruff voice said, “Pleasure to you at last. Sadly it couldn't be under better circumstances. I'm Officer Grant.” the man shook each of their hands. He was about 6 foot 5 and wore the familiar navy blue police suit. Ginger hair that was lightly streaked and flecked with gray stood out from under a navy blue hat with a black brim. His light green eyes described the many years of work he must've endured.

Lexi smiled grimly before glancing back at the dancing flames. “Nice to meet you too, Officer Grant. Now, do you have any idea what happened here? Perhaps how this occurred?” She nodded towards the burning building where the silhouette of the firemen and women stood out quite clearly.

Officer Grant shook his head sadly, “We have an idea but we can't really be sure until we get this blasted situation under control.” He took off his police cap and rubbed his fingers through his gray speckled hair. “As far as we know, nobody's been in the vicinity in over 30 years; after the man who owned this place, Tony Garbelli, died. His son, Treck, had originally planned for the hotel's destruction, but he mysteriously disapeared after canceling the demolition. It is my understanding that this place was, at the very least, one hundred years old. So, with it's weak frame and the conditions in the area, it was only a matter of time before the building collapsed.”

“But we were told that there was an explosion in area.” Tech interrupted, “Somebody must've been here to set up a bomb or any type of equipment to set it on fire.”

“Correct,” Grant agreed, “But the problem in that is, because of the desolation and lack of security, it could've been anyone or anything that set it off. For you see, before the plans had been put to a halt by Mr. Garbelli, the destruction crew had set up a bomb within the building. So, when they were called off the job, they just left the site.”

“They left an armed bomb inside the building?” Duck exclaimed, “Why in the world would they do that?”

“Nobody really knows for sure, Mr. Duck, but the crew was found to be guilty of illegal weapons and tool trade years later. They never really spoke of the project that had been set for them” Grant sighed, looking very stressed.

Slam shook his head in disgust. The crimes of this city never seemed to cease in his opinion. The Tasmanian devil then remembered something very important. “Any victims?” he asked.

“Good point, Slam,” his pink and black team-mate agreed, “Have you found any victims at all?”

The group continued to talk, discussing theories and ideas, as a pair of paramedics rushed past them, muttering to each other. After about another 15 minutes, they returned with a fully opened stretcher between them. There seemed to be a short-ish person on the slim frame who was unconscious, yet one seemed to be talking rapidly to him.

“Don't worry. We're going to get you help.”

“John, get the van ready. We found someone.”

Rev looked in their direction, watching the two in slight interest. But, as a stray form of light brushed past the trio, the roadrunner let forth a strangled gasp.

“T-Tech...” he started, his breathing starting to quicken. When the coyote didn't answer, the black and red clad bird nudged him with his elbow.

“Ow! Rev? What's the...?” the canine stopped when he noticed Rev wasn't listening to him. He followed the other's frightened gaze toward the paramedics. He, too, then stopped in his tracks.

They stood there; frozen. Like a couple of identical statues. Eyes were widened, breathing quickened, and mouthes agape; but otherwise deaf to the world around them. Until...

“Ace?”

The two were shook out of their position at the one word. They looked at Duck, who had obviously seen what they had by now, in pure astonishment before looking around at Lexi. The female bunny had also looked round at the mallard's voice and froze as she too found the stretchered being in her sights.

****

A couple minutes later, the Loonatics were sitting in a pale yellow room. The worn down velvet of a brown couch and two chairs were seated in a circle around a rectangular wooden coffee table.

Lexi sat on the couch, head in her hands, wondering how and why Ace had shown up at the bomb site.

Beside her was Slam, who held a large purple hand on her shoulder. He too, wondered what his leader had been doing at the place but right now, his concentration was on the worried bunny beside him.

Duck sat across from the two on a lay-z boy chair, looking through a magazine. He didn’t seem to be interested in what it had to say, however, since he just kept flipping through the pages nervously, not even taking second glances at the glossy pictures of models.

Over at the counter and standing next to the coffee machine were Tech and Rev, both of whom were in some type of official silence. Mugs of steaming coffee were held in stiff hands as the two continued their quiet conversation when they heard a voice outside the waiting room.

“Look, I don’t care what you’ve got to say Rick! My brother has just been hurt and I’m not gunna bail on him!”

There was then a sudden silence...

“No! I don’t care whatcha do to me, man; I ain’t gunna leave him!”

Again, there was silence.

“You have no IDEA what has happened in my life, so don’t you go and try to convince me otherwise. So why don’t you go suck up to someone else, cause I’m tired as HELL over your damned excuses.”

Yet again was silence.

“You know what? I’d like to see you try! Look, I gotta go.”

Then another voice made itself known.

“You know, you seemed to be going a bit hard on that guy, Jack.”

“Yeah, well... I wouldn’t have done that if he just realized how serious this is. This isn’t the first time he’s done this, Ty.”

“Yeah, I know. And it probably won’t be the last, either.”

All five heads shot up and looked toward the entrance as the doorknob turned, the door opening to show two figures; both were anthro sapiens.

The first, which was an iron-gray bunny, was dressed in a black shirt with a red hoodie over top. He also wore blue jeans that covered the top of his Nike runners. Light blue eyes shone with an air of surprise as he took in the crowd that already dwelt within the room.

His companion, an all black wolf, also looked at the Loonatics in awe as well as curiosity. He looked older then the bunny, by at least three years, and was wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans; both of which flattered his muscled body. His golden-brown eyes widened; voicing everyone’s thoughts, “Who are you?”

The room was silent for a couple minutes before the bunny, who looked like he was in his teens, spoke out loud, “So, uh… are we in the right place?”

“Depends,” Duck replied, eying the youngster carefully, “You here for an interview, or for pictures?”

The bunny’s eyes widened, “What? No! Of course not!”

Putting a hand on the 16 year old’s shoulder, the older wolf spoke next in a calming voice, “We’re here because Jackson’s brother, Ace, has been injured and brought here.”

“You’re Ace’s brother?” Rev exclaimed, looking in shock.

“What so surprisin’ ‘bout that?” the bunny, Jackson, asked. His voice was slightly laced with anger and his eyes flashed like ice.

“Nothing,” Tech cut in, “Just that, uh… he never really told us very much about his past. Or his family for that matter, until a couple days ago.”

Jackson grinned at this, mood softening, “I wouldn’t be surprised. With a past like his, I don’t think people would be out braggin’ ‘bout it, do you?” He thought for a minute, grin disappearing. “Too bad he ain’t got many others that still care.”

“What do you mean?” Duck asked.

The wolf and bunny exchanged glances before Jackson shrugged, “It’s just that, well, besides me and Tyler here, there ain’t many family members or friends that he can count on. I mean, who is gunna take to his gang rep or prison time lightly? Mom and Dad already won’t have anything to do with him; it’s pretty hard to have your entire family just suddenly shun you from their lives, ya know?”

Lexi sat there on the couch, listening to the new arrival’s every word. She started to feel bad, not exactly knowing what her boyfriend had been through; and was still going through. Seeing his younger brother and this Tyler confirmed her suspicions that he must have had a hard life after that little jail spell.

She watched the teenager’s movements, his actions, his speech and his voice. All of which hinted that he was closely related to Ace. The blue eyes, full of adventure and humor, shone with worry for his big bro. Tyler, too, had worry over his friend and old co-worker in his big eyes. They, though, glinted back calm, honest, and trusting. Lexi wondered how these two had handled the fact of Ace’s past, and how they hadn’t turned on him as the rest of his family had.

By now, Jackson had settled himself into the other lay-z boy chair and Tyler onto the couch beside Slam and Lexi. The seven exchanged names and information. The Loonatics now knew that Tyler had known Ace from before the jail incident, and that they had become co-workers on the film that the two had been working on before the meteor. The wolf, who was 19, now worked as an actor on the set of “Ties of the Unknown”, a horror/adventure flick about to be released this fall. Jackson, on the other hand, was working as a part-time comedian at a nearby club in the LA part of Acmetroplis.

FInally, Lexi voiced her question, “Hey Jack. Did you ever notice anything weird about Ace’s friends? Or if he was acting out of character on the day of the bank heist?”

The teenager ****ed his head slightly, rubbing his chin. “No… not really. I mean, I noticed that Ace had a lot of weird friends, and they would talk about the strangest things; like they were in codes. But, I never really thought of anythin’. They did, however, bring a horrible feeling around some of them. That Darrel guy, for instance,” he shuddered, “I never knew what Ace saw in that guy. Just that the two had a lot of respect for one another, and that he had gotten Ace to join the Hunters in the first place.”

“Really?”

“Yup. The day of the bank job, though, he was acting normal. Well, as normal as he could be in those days…”

*flashback*

“Hiya!”

“No! First right uppercut, then block left-rise, THEN the roundhouse kick. C’mon Jackson, it isn’t that hard!”

“Yeah, right! Says the wise-guy who’s had this trainin’ for most of his life!” a young iron-gray bunny retorted. He narrowed his icy-blue eyes at his older brother, “Jeez Ace, why can’t we skip these borin’ katas and get to somethin’ more interestin’? Like… weapons practice!”

“I’ve told you, you’re not ready.  Now, just watch me first, alright? Then we can get to work on the katas again.”

The ten year old didn’t even bother stifling a particularly large groan at the thought of katas. Again! When was his brother gunna get it?

A teenage Ace then proceeded to demonstrate a proper karate stance. Soon following that was a right uppercut, a block left-rise, a roundhouse kick, another block, a swift head-shot, and then into another stance before launching into another series of hits, kicks, and blocks.

This left Jackson wondering, yet again, why exactly he had agreed to this. Obviously he wasn’t all that good. Especially with the patience, understanding and other qualities that was required for this type of defense. He was more of a “Get the first shot in, hit ‘em hard, and make ‘em fall equally hard” kind of guy. All this honor, and pride, and practice, and patience were slowly getting to him. So, why was he doing this again?

“Alright Jack. You’re turn.”

Sighing, the young bunny walked onto the practice mat once again. He took a similar stance to Ace’s beginning one, before starting off himself. As he went through each movement, he thought to himself…“Right. First, right uppercut! Check. Block left-rise! Check. Roundhouse kick! Check…”

Ace watched his younger brother with critical eyes. The deep blue orbs traced over the child’s entire body, watching every move with painfully obvious need of more training. The youngster didn’t have enough balance, enough patience, and enough strength in his body to become one. And he obviously despised Ace’s training and methods. So, why was he helping again?

“Jack, keep your elbows in!” Ace called, frowning as he noticed mistake after mistake. “Put your weight evenly into both legs! Strike hard with your left fist and keep balance with your right! Head up! Straighten your back!”

“Shut… up!” Jackson growled back, panting as new thoughts overtook him. “Block with left… weight in… right upper… roundhouse… block…”

“Ahhhh!” he cried as he fell with a thud onto his backside. His head bounced off the floor and a wave of nausea clouded his vision. “Ow…” he moaned as every bone in his body burned tenfold. Despite the fact that the mat had cushioned the blow, it still hurt badly. Maybe he shouldn’t have agreed to Ace’s all-day-training. “Why did I agree to this?”

“Maybe because you wanted to have no bodily functions for the next week from all this intense trainin’?” Ace asked, smirking as he looked down into the youngster’s face.

Jackson stuck out his pink tongue and narrowed his eyes again at his older brother before closing them. He panted hard, having just stopped moving on the adrenaline rush that pumped through his blood. “Has the world stopped spinnin’ yet?” he asked out doubtfully. All that answered him was a rough chuckle from not one, but two beings.

He looked up to see Ace straightened up and staring stony-faced towards the door. Frowning, Jackson sat up, bracing himself with his arms behind his body. In the doorway were two men, anthro sapiens really, with matching clothes. One, a fox, had on dark sunglasses over his hazel eyes, which were staring at the two siblings in amusement. His amber colored fur shone in the light that entered the dojo through the open door. He smiled as he and his companion entered the room, walking towards the two.

The other, a dog by the looks of it, had a mix of brown and black fur. His face had a white stripe down the middle of his face which then trailed down the side of the snout. However, he had an eye patch over his left eye, leaving the right one a steely grey. He looked like a mutt by any other name, and if it were any other occasion, the young bunny would’ve commented as such. But Jackson knew to keep quiet. There was a certain air to them that he didn’t entirely trust.

“Nice job, kid.” The fox commented, still snickering.

“Oh yeah. You’ll definitely have your little buddies running for the hills.” The dog remarked sarcastically.

Jackson growled inwardly and was about to retort to the duo, but his brother beat him to the punch. “Gary. Shawn. Nice to see you’ve come outta the hole. What’s the occasion?”

The fox, Shawn, shrugged. “Nothin’ much man. Just got a message for ya.”

Ace stiffened. “From whom do I have the pleasure?”

“Darrel.”

The teenager visibly relaxed when he heard his friend’s name, “Really? And why can’t he come himself? Was he too busy that he couldn’t come and say hi to his bud?”

“You know he’s busy, Bunny.” Gary said, his voice resembling that of a throaty growl, “What with that old Cooke finally gone, he’s gotta reshape the Hunters b’fore it gets outta hand. I heard there’s been some talk of a rebel against the old ways.”

“Is that from a source, or straight outta the dog’s mouth?” Ace quirked.

There was that growl. Deep, threatening, and hazardous to one’s health. It was no secret that the two despised each other, but Jackson thought that his bro might be taking it a little too far.

“If it weren’t for Darrel…” the canine threatened.

“What? You’d kick my furry white?” Ace grinned, “You very well know, Gary, that I have no need for Darrel’s power. I would be able to take you down easily.”

The dog growled again, and flexed his muscles, ready to come after the annoying creature before him, when his companion spoke up, “Look, we ain’t got any reason to fight ya, Ace. But Darrel needs to see ya. That’s the only reason we came.”

The gray and white bunny thought for a moment, studying two of his students, before nodding. “Fine, lets jet.” He started walking towards the exit, the two other members following behind, when a voice suddenly called out.

“Hey!”

Ace turned to see his little brother in the same position as he had fallen. The youngster was blinking rapidly as he tried to figure out what was happening, “What about training? W-We were supposed to finish those katas, remember?”

The 15 year old smiled. “No prob, Jackson. We’ll finish up when I get back, alright?” He was answered with a disbelieving look. He then laughed, “Trust me Jack. I’ll be back before ya know it!”

-End of flashback and chapter 11-

A/N: Sooooo... you finally meet Jackson! Yaayz!! And, uh... yeah. I DO feel bad for what I have put Ace through. But even more so for whats about to happen.

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Disclaimer: By now, you all probably know that I DON'T own the Loonatics; am I right? Sides, I got enough work to do as it is. Also, the song I used isn't mine; and probably most people will know where it came from by just looking at the title and the lyrics. This is for you, Danielle!!

Ugh, another 2 post chapter... just swell. XD

Notices: Whats happening

Flashbacks/thoughts

song lyrics

"Speech"

There was a low groan as Ace struggled to open his eyes. His whole body felt bruised to the bone, engulfed in a harsh burning sensation. But despite his pain, he felt a soft object beneath him. Wait, was he back at home? At Head Quarters?

Finally, he got success. His blue eyes widened at the pale room, heart suddenly dropping at his realization. A hospital? What? Why was he here?

Just then the door banged open, making his head swivel round towards it. He cried out as his neck gave a painful crack at the sudden motion before there was another thing tugging on his neck. Biting his lip, the bunny screwed up his eyes to get in hopes of not giving way to the on coming tears as a familiar voice rung through the room.

"Ace! You're up!"

"Lexi! Stop it. Can't you see he's in pain?"

"Oh, sorry," the girl let go and smiled at him embarrassedly

"Hey, it's alright," the grey bunny chuckled, "A little pain never hurt anyone, right?"

Snickering, Duck asked, "You wanna rephrase that?"

"You know what I mean," he muttered, eyeing the fowl carefully. He then turned and stared the others up and down as well, his eyes tracing over their bodies, determining if they were injured. He did a slower search of Lexi, though; moving over the curve of her waist, the round tips of the ears, the delicate wrists. Once satisfied that they were all fine, he sighed in relief.

"I can’t believe the luck that we found you!" Tech exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Yeah, we’re lucky." Slam nodded agreeing.

"We sure were! I mean, look at the bruises on ya! There must’ve been some bad fights you were in, because they don’t even look close to healing. But then again, I guess it was too soon for some of them to start healing, they looked pretty fresh, but it’s a good thing the doctors got to them before they got infected cause that would just be nasty and not a very good thing for your health…" Rev rambled on despite the confused looks he was gaining from the bunny.

Ace just stared at the roadrunner in wonder, trying hard to decipher the jumbled mess of words into something that made sense, but all that resulted was a sharp pain in the back of his head. Shaking off the quickly disappearing jolt of hurt, he frowned as the roadrunner continued.

"…and what on earth were you doing in that building anyway? Did you know it was gunna blow up? Because, holy cow, did it ever make a big impact! I mean it just went ‘boom!’ and then the call from Zadavia, and your signal from the sight, and… Oh! Was Darrel in there? Is that why you went in it? That was pretty stupid you know, but still you should’ve called us! And why…?"

"Whoa, Rev, hold up." Ace said, holding up his left hand to stop the excited teenager, "Before we start playing 20 questions, can ya at least tell me why I’m here?"

The 6 anthros went silent, looking at him in shock.

"Y-You don’t know…?" Lexi asked softly, her green eyes wide with concern. She moved closer to the bed, thinking, ‘My god, did that concussion do more damage then we thought?!’

When he shook his head, he gained even more worried glances from his team-mates. But for some reason, that only gave him an emptier feeling; one that suggested to him that he must’ve missed something pretty important.

"You don’t remember the blast? The fire? Anything?"

Duck watched in shock as his former leader shook his head; "Oh great. Just great!" he exclaimed.

Ignoring the other, Tech frowned at the predicament. "Ace, what is the last thing you remember?"

The 21 year old blinked a couple times, trying to regain his thoughts and memories of the past few days, "Uh…"

"I…"

"The last…"

"Ace? Are you alright?"

"Ace! Come on wake up!"

"Somebody get a doctor!"

"Ace, please wake up!"

"Hold on!"

"We aren’t going to let you go!"

"Stay with us!"

"Please Ace, please!"

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Ace awoke several hours later to someone knocking on the room door. He moaned as he tried to sit up, but found himself stuck to the bed. The binds and wires holding him down gave him a moment of fear that was soon pushed away by his rationality. He sighed softly at the noise coming from the other side of the entrance which had taken up a faster beat.

"Come on in, I guess. It's not like I'm goin' anywhere too soon," he called out, rolling his eyes.

Taking this as his cue to enter, the door opened up just enough for a young, grey and white face to pop in; blue eyes swivelling around the room before landing on him, "Yo, is anyone in here?"

"Jackson?"

"In the flesh, bro." The teenager smirked as he entered the cramped hospital room. He took a swift glance at his brother, and grimaced at what he saw. Jesus, what did they do to him?

"And don’t forget me, man," another, deeper voice called as a black wolf anthro in a white t-shirt and blue jeans entered as well.

"Tyler! What’re ya doin’ here?"

"Could ask you the same thing, Ace" Tyler muttered. He frowned, golden eyes narrowed at the situation before him.

The smile on the bunny’s face faltered before disappearing completely, "Look, Ty, I’m sorry, a’ight? I just…"

"What? Forgot? Forgot about what I said? What I’ve done? C’mon man, you ain’t that stupid." He laughed dryly at the last comment.

"Well, he is thick skulled," commented Jackson, trying to lighten the mood. The two older guys turned their eyes to him, eyebrows raised in identical expressions. Jack felt their gazes tear into him, studying and reading every movement he made. He squirmed uncomfortably and sank back into his chair beside the wall; if the two were going to have a fight, he didn’t want anything to do with it.

Sighing, Ace’s blue eyes turned back to the wolf in front of him. "Ty, I didn’t mean it like that."

"Then what didja mean it as? You didn’t want me to get hurt? Or frightened? The only time I’ve been scared, man, was just a couple minutes ago." The voice softened, laced with emotion, "I thought you weren’t gunna come out of it. I… we… we thought you had died." He turned his gaze away, trying to blink back tears.

The bunny looked at his friend, a slight pain of guilt washed over him. He had never wanted them to be hurt; not by him. Not again. "I don’t hurt that easily, Ty." Ace joked.

"I know that. I just couldn’t think that you’d do the most stupid thing imaginable as going after him." Fierce golden eyes turned back to the injured one; a noticeable fire burned within them, turning the yellow orbs a dark, angry color.

"He was goin’ after innocent people, Ty. What was I supposed to do? Wait in my room and hide while he was out there killing people? You know I couldn’t do that!"

"I’m not saying you should’ve!" He could feel a fully formed growl erupt and tear at his throat as he yelled. Why wasn’t he getting it?

"And I’m sayin’ that it’s not so simple, Tyler! He was goin’ after me; I can’t have other people pay for my mistakes!"

"Yes, but you’ve already redeemed yourself."

"Maybe to you, but not to me." Ace took a deep breath, and looked at the blanket covering him. The white stitches on it reminded him of his life; criss-crossing this way and that, never ending or leading to a specific destination. That was what he was faced with if he didn’t finish it. "As long as he’s out there, it’s not over. I’m not redeemed until it’s done and finished. And it ain’t finished, Ty, until he’s paid for his mistakes as well."

"But Ace, that’s just it! They weren’t mistakes. They were choices; his choices. You can’t just go off after Darrel Marsh! It’s a flipping death sentence! I’m not saying that if you want to do something about it, you shouldn’t. You should, you’ve earned your right; I know. And you can, it’s just… at least, don’t do it alone."

Ace’s thoughts surfaced long enough to hear the last sentence. He looked at his friend in speculation, "What did you say?"

Exhaling, Tyler spoke, "I said, that if you want to go after Marsh, at least let me help you. It’s dangerous by yourself. And by the looks of it, you certainly can’t handle it on your own."

Sapphire eyes widened as he realised what the other was saying; ‘Go ahead. I won’t hold you back. Just let me help.’

Smiling, he thrust his hand forward and shook Tyler’s, "It’s a deal," he muttered, his grin growing as a determined smile and a nod left the other’s face.

"Hey, what about me?"

The two looked over in surprise, having completely forgotten the teen’s presence. He was standing as well; a stubborn look had hardened his face. Jackson glanced both from his brother’s face to Tyler’s; confused looks aimed at him. "I wanna help too."

"Jackson…"

"No, don’t you ‘Jackson’ me! You have no idea how hard it was once you left! Mom kept on cryin’, she couldn’t handle the thought or truth of what had happened. Neither could Dad. He never could look me in the eye again after it; I look to much like ‘him’ they said. But that tape, that flippin’ tape, made them finally turn their backs. I was the only one who cared. Sure, you may have done something extremely stupid, but I…" the youngster grit his teeth in frustration, "…I never could get over the denial. The fear. The anger. The pain. The complete and utter feeling of betrayal. You never had to make up for the mistakes. You NEVER had to be there while they fought about the whole situation. I’ve been through way more then you know. Darrel Marsh caused most, if not all, of it. I wanna help, guys. I wanna make him feel the pain that I have been feeling these past years."

Ace frowned, "Jack, it’s not that simple. It’s not like we can just go and tie him to a tree or something; we gotta stop the whole Hunters, not just Marsh."

"So? I don’t care! I’m past that! I’ve thought it through."

The 19 year old canine paused before cutting in, "It’s going to be dangerous, man. Not just your normal ‘walk in the park’."

"I’ll be careful as I can. And besides, you need me more then you think, bro."

"I-I…"

"Please..."

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(to be cont...)

Yey, you updated!

I've been waiting for ages! and the wait definately paid off, that chapter was great, but I've got a lump in my throat now,

GET LEXI AND ACE BACK TOGETHER PLEASE!

Anyways, I'm slightly hyper, sorry.  But the chapter was great and well worth the wait, please continue!

BTW, How many more chapters do you think they'll be?

LOL, It's fun being Hyper, That's how I got my motto for MSN "Happy Being Hyper!"

DW, About not being to update in a while, Homework and School's my excuse! XD, I'm still behind on my Story 'The Big Mistake' coz of darn school.  But then again, waiting is enfuriating at times, but it gives readers an oppertuninty to reflect on things as well as contemplate what will happen next etc, So, Waiting is half the battle! 

So yeah, I'm sure people won't mind that you're taking a while, I mean, anyoes who has or is writing a story *Waves and sing 'me' in opera style voice* will know that it's difficult to keep writing when you practically have pitchforks and torches thrown at you be impatient readers! LOL.

But the story's great so far! and I can't wait to read the rest!