Months... It's been months and I have no excuse... I'm so, so sorry everyone. I didn't mean to take so long to write this chapter, I really didn't. I don't have any excuses, I really don't. *sighs* Well, on the bright side, I should have this out soon. Hopefully today. Also, if any of you reading this ever gave my first completed story, Imaginations the Limit, a chance, please vote on my poll about weather or not I should rewrite the story.

Also, I made a mistake. I said in an earlier chapter that Ravage is entering his second frame at 500 vorns, but he's actually in the middle of his Third Frame. Lazerbeak, on the other hand, is a second frame sparkling.

Reviews:

Master Shorty 11: You were the first to review this time around. Glad that you found that particular phrase amusing. Hope 2018 will be good to you.

Steelcode: *blushes* I swear that you only say things like that to make me blush. Either way, I'm glad that you enjoyed the chapter.

Plato/Sparkling Hobbit Hoe of M. E: *grins* That was kind of the point.

Cyber Rogue: I'm glad you think it was worth the wait.

TBNRGirl: Glad that you think so! *smiles*

marie p (guest): I'll address the easiest part first. No, I haven't forgotten about the sparkling chambers, but there currently isn't a "need" for them. Not only that, but these mechs wouldn't automatically think of using them. Soundwave is used to leaving his creations back home or they use a cassette chamber, so he has rarely used his. Not only that, but Megatronus and Orion have never raised a sparkling before, so it wouldn't be their first thought. I would also like to point out that five days isn't long, at least not long enough for what you're suggesting. Jack is currently sixteen, as it hasn't been a full year with the Autobots yet. I don't know when his birthday is, but I like to think that he's with them at least half a year before he becomes seventeen. The show was never good about following a timeline or paying attention to ages, so for the purposes of this story, Jack is sixteen. Yes, Jack was suddenly thrust into a survive-or-die situation, but it also wasn't for a very long time, definitely not long enough for a two-orn-old (two month old) sparkling to show the intelligence of a much older sparkling. The change was too rapid and the timeframe much too short for such things you're suggesting to have occurred. And if you're referring to before that, Sharpbite has evidence to show that he was picked up off the street almost as soon as he was put on the streets, again leaving too short a time for such an adjustment.

HufflepuffKat: *blushes* I-I doubt it's the "best" you've ever read. I'm sure that there is someone out there with better writing than I am that you've read.

Cometbright: Heh. Well, with what I know about the laws of time travel, then this was always going to happen. You'll see the significance of it eventually. I just need to decide if I'm going to put that into a sequel or if I'll just keep it to this story. *shrugs*

Agent blue rose: Okay, so I'm going to be responding to all your reviews in this one. Yes, it probably is funny they think Jack is a sparkling, but it's also rather logical in my opinion. Since you're only saying names for the next two, I can't fully respond since I'm not sure the context around them. Jack will not turn into a literal sparkling, though. As for Ratchet... It's not that he's best with kids, it's that he's the only one they can trust with Jack. They don't want the council to find out about Jack because they believe him to be "deformed" and the Council doesn't like "weak links". Anyways, I'm glad that you're liking the story so far.

DeadlyNightshade97: I'm glad you like it, though I didn't mean to make you cry.

pikachukite: Glad you like it! *grins*

Dimensional Phaser: I'll be replying to both your reviews here. Jack drinking energon will have side effects, but I won't state them here. Also, I'll update when I'm able. These are harder to write than it seems.

Zombie-aft-kicker: I'm so glad you like it! *grins happily*

When Orion found himself onlining in the middle of the lunarcycle, he didn't understand what had disturbed his recharge at first. At least, until he heard the whimpers and cries coming from the room just across the hall, where Athelonsokar was recharging on the desk. He frowned at the noises and shifted, getting up and ran through the possibilities of what could be wrong. There were two that were most possible, which would be that he was either having a lunar-terror about The Ring of Pests or he was in need of refueling. Both were equally possible, so much so that he was willing to be it was both that was causing the poor mechling distress.

With this in processor, Orion made his way into the room where Athelonsokar was resting and found his spark twisting at the sight that greeted him. Athelonsokar was clearly awake, probably woken by a nightmare. The poor sparkling was clearly trapped in a flash back, thrashing as his blue optics were wide with fear and he wailed and cried. Unable to bare the sparkling's mental torment, Orion quickly scooped the sparkling up and cradled him. He clicked and chirped at the sparkling in a comforting coo, gently rocking back and forth the small sparkling.

As he did this, Orion was given the chance to take in Laofeach without interruption. He had seen Laofeach, but he had never truly comprehended or taken in the sparkling. It was then he realized something that he was confused by. The dark dents were lighter and, running a finger over them as he continued to sooth the sparkling yielded that, not only did the mesh feel soft, but it didn't feel like the sparkling was dented. This brought back the notion, the thought about the sparkling being techno-organic, something rare and unusual, but not impossible. This prompted him to scan the sparkling out of curiosity as he continued to sooth the mechling.

He wasn't techno-organic, but it did seem that he was made of something biomechanical, giving him an organic appearance. So the sparkling was mimicking organics. How bizarre, Orion couldn't help but think as he rocked and cooed at Athelonsokar, Why would he be made of something biomechanical? What need is there for him to mimic something organic? Orion couldn't fathom it, but decided it didn't matter. A sparkling was a sparkling.

Orion's internal clock told him that it had been a breem when Athelonsokar had finally calmed down form his flashback, making the mech frown. He was angry at those who ran The Ring of Pests for doing this to such an innocent little creature. He also felt sorrow, thinking of all that the mechling went through.

"Don't you worry, Athelonsokar," Orion murmured as he headed towards where he kept his energon stored.

Since Orion was an Archivist, that made his caste upper-middle class. This meant that he had the credits to afford an energon storage room, where he kept a number of different types of energon and their accessories needed to make a few different types. The only energon he couldn't afford was a number of high-grades and their accessories. He had the Iacon brand of high-grade, but not a whole lot of it and it was mainly for Megatronus, who was a bit of an addict when it came to high-grade, something he'd been attempting to wean the gladiator off of. He did, however, have a good amount of low-grade and medium-grade energon, along with some different kinds of flavoring metals. He also had a number of energon treats, goodies, and even a batch of rust-sticks. He wondered if he should invest in some sparkling energon treats for Athelonsokar. Maybe when the sparkling was better.

He went to where he kept the supplies for sparkling-grade and medical-grade, which he had reorganized and put together to make things easier. Since it was still during the lunarcycle, there was no need to make up Athelonsokar's medicine just yet. Instead, Orion began to process some low-grade into sparkling-grade and placed a sparkling-cube beneath the dispenser.

Once done with that, he leaned against the counter, smiling down at Laofeach and, once more, taking him in fully. Pale mesh a coloring he had never seen before, but he was certain was a shade of pink, and wearing something akin to what he had been found wearing. Ratchet had given it to them before they left and told them it was made from thermal-mesh. His original thermal-armor had been damaged beyond repair, so Ratchet had made the sparkling a new pair of thermal-armor. It didn't look like armor, but it was made mostly to keep the sparkling form freezing. They weren't sure where he had gotten the original pair or what the sparkling had been wearing, but the sparkling hadn't really noticed that he was in different armor than before.

What fascinated Orion most about the sparkling, however, was the ultra thin wires on the head of sparkling and the optics of the sparkling. The wires themselves were black and even softer than the sparkling's mesh, making Optimus certain that the wires had to be some form of helmet. That didn't make much sense, considering the sparkling had to be too young to be growing any of his armor. Unless, of course, the sparkling was a minicon or a pretender. It actually made a lot more sense than anything else did. Minicons were smaller than cassettes, which was what Soundwave's sparklings were, and so were pretenders. Out of the two, the sparkling's mimicry actually made a lot more sense if the sparkling was a pretender sparkling and it would make the idea of him being older than originally believed to make sense. Since he wasn't the age of being beyond sparkling babble yet, as Athelonsokar still babbled, he was probably still a first frame sparkling, likely at least half-way through his first frame. His size made more sense too, if he was minicon or pretender. If anything, he was a bit tall for his age if he was one.

I'll have to tell this to Soundwave and Megatronus, Orion thought as the energon dispenser beeped to show it was done and he began to fill the sparkling-cube. I'm honestly surprised that Soundwave didn't think of it first, given that he's raising a pair of cassettes.

Once done filling the cube, he shut off the dispenser and turned to the sparkling he was cradling. Those grey-blue optics peered back at him intelligently, comprehendingly despite everything. The sparkling was definitely a smart one, even if he couldn't speak it. His time out on the streets had probably stunted his speech capability, which wasn't all that surprising and, since he was most-likely a mid-first frame sparkling, he wouldn't have begun to learn until now anyways. His struggles to learn his own name showed he had a stunted capability, but not as stunted as he have been in learning to speak.

Orion then began the struggle that was attempting to get Athelonsokar to take his energon. He didn't understand why the only time the sparkling resisted him was when he was trying to feed the sparkling so far, but it was a little irritating.

"Come one, little one," Orion said. "You won't grow any bigger or stronger if you don't take your energon."

Still, the sparkling refused to cooperate on the matter. In all honesty, it was this struggling that had kept Orion from attempting to adopt a sparkling or create a cold-frame one besides the fact that he often had to go to work, which meant leaving the sparkling for extended amounts of time. After a half-breem of struggling with getting the sparkling to cooperate, Orion finally got Athelonsokar to start drinking his energon. The sparkling was soaking it down rather quickly, a staple to just how hungry the sparkling was.

"Honestly," Orion sighed. "If you hadn't resisted me in the first place and fussed, you would have been fed sooner."

Once the sparkling had finished off the cube of energon, he placed the cube down, deciding to clean it later. He then took the sparkling back to the temporary room for the little one. This was when Athelonsokar began to fuss again, resisting Orion's attempt to put him down until Orion realized that the sparkling was likely afraid of having another lunar-terror and flashback. So, Orion decided that there would be no harm in having the sparkling sleep with him and took the thermal-blanket from the desk. He wrapped the sparkling in it again, getting fussy little squeaks from Athelonsokar.

Orion chuckled as he cradled the mechling close, taking him back to his room with him. There, Orion lay down with the sparkling, making sure to rest Athelonsokar over his spark.

"Recharge well, my little one," Orion murmured, tiredness creeping into his vocal print. "I will see you when the sun rises."

When Soundwave arrived at Orion's place, he wasn't sure how Ravage and Lazerbeak would react to the tiny little sparkling that he had adopted with Orion and Megatronus. Then again, he wasn't entirely sure how Conchobhar would react to his pair of new siblings - probably not all that well at first, but it would be a step in the right direction once they got him accustomed to the both of them. He just hoped that the sparkling would be a little more cooperative today than he had been before. Deciding to take the day as it would come, Soundwave knocked on the door precisely three times, as he always did.

"Ah! Soundwave!" Orion greeted when he opened the door, looking quite pleased about something. "Come in, come in!"

Soundwave, as he stepped into the building, could not help but note that Orion's vocalizing processor was a few decibels lower than it normally was. He could only conclude that Conchobhar was still recharging, though he couldn't fathom why. Yes, it was still quite early in the cycle, but most sparklings would still be up and about by now. Considering the abnormality of it, Soundwave turned questioning lilac optics towards Orion, meeting the smaller mech's sky blue ones.

"Where is Laofeach?" the mech inquired, his voice still at normal decibels.

"Still in recharge," Orion replied, gently touching his sparkling chamber. "He awoke from a lunar-terror, likely about that place. He was also in need of fueling, so I gave him normal sparkling-grade. I don't know for how much longer he will remain in recharge."

"I see," Soundwave acknowledged. "So I shall need to give him his medical grade. Did he give you much trouble after wards? I mean, when you tried to put him back to recharge."

Orion looked up from where he was now processing some low-grade for himself and Soundwave. The two had moved to the energon storage area, with Soundwave leaning against the doorway. Orion seemed to consider Soundwave's question for a moment, as if debating on how to properly answer it.

"I believe it was not just a lunar-terror," Orion finally said. "I believe that Laofeach also had a flashback. He also refused to let me put him down, fussing when I tried. He went back into recharge easily when I returned to my berth with him."

"So Laofeach is rather clingy after a lunar-terror," Soundwave mused. "I will keep that in mind should I have him take a light stasis-charge*."

Orion nodded before debating about approaching the subject he had thought about last night with just Soundwave. He decided that it was best, as Soundwave would know the most.

"Soundwave, remember when we were discussing the possibility of Laofeach being older than we originally thought?" Orion asked. He continued when Soundwave nodded. "I came up with an idea of why that could be. He appears rather organic in nature, yes? Well, you recall how small Minicons and Pretenders are when they start out?"

"Of course," Soundwave agreed. "In fact, Laofeach is small enough to be a Minicon sparkling- Oh."

Soundwave realized what Orion was getting at and had to agree with the mech's line of thought. Instead of thinking of Laofeach as a normal sparkling, his intelligence and size coinciding suddenly made a lot more sense. In fact, it was the only way to logically explain away the strangeness of how smart Laofeach was. In fact, the more Soundwave thought of it, he realized that Ravage and Lazerbeak were roughly the size of Laofeach upon their framing. Cassettes were only just a bit bigger than most Minicons, in fact. Laofeach might even have been stunted in his growth.

"So it's entirely possible we're raising a Minicon?" Orion asked.

"Yes," Soundwave replied, nodding. "I'll have to do even more research in to them, especially since it doesn't seem like he was a cold-frame*."

Orion nodded and handed a cube of low-grade energon to Soundwave.

"How do we know for certain, though?" Orion asked.

"Do some research once you finish your work," Soundwave suggested, causing Orion to nod in thought. "Should that not work, we could have Ratchet test his nanites to see what kind of sparkling he is."

Orion nodded in agreement with his co-caretaker, a thoughtful look on his faceplates. He smiled softly when he felt a soft stirring from his chamber, which he had been monitoring carefully for when Laofeach would wake up. He opened his sparkling chamber and carefully pulled out the young mechling, who seemed to still be booting up his systems.

"Well, looks like it's time to make his medical," Soundwave said, smiling at the sparkling.

"I should also probably be on my way," Orion sighed before handing over Laofeach to Soundwave. "I'll miss him while at work."

"I'm sure he'll miss you as well," Soundwave responded as he grabbed his low-grade in his free hand. "Don't forget your energon."

Orion nodded and grabbed his before heading off. Soundwave turned to the energon processor and began to process some sparkling-grade energon for Conchobhar, which he would add the medical grade to. Since Conchobhar was just waking up for the day and he probably wouldn't move too much during the day, Soundwave knew he didn't need to add the pain medical. That and Ratchet had warned against it as well, which Soundwave believed was a little unnecessary to do.

"Well, Conchobhar, it's just me and your brothers for a while," he said to the sparkling with a smile. "I'll let them out once you've had your energon."

The sparkling, thankfully, didn't fuss when he gave him the energon. The sparkling did, however, look at him with uncertainty and wariness. Soundwave briefly wondered why the sparkling would be so wary of him, yet seemed perfectly content with Orion. He honestly couldn't really pinpoint a reason that would make sense beyond creators that should not have been creators, but he didn't want to dwell on that kind of thought. Besides, that didn't explain why the sparkling was clam around Orion.

"You really are going to be a handful, aren't you?" Soundwave asked the sparkling.

Once Conchobhar was done feeding, Soundwave set aside the cube and took him out to the living area. He set the sparkling on the ground before lowering himself down onto the floor. He kept an eye on the sparkling, who had begun to limp around with a look of curiosity. Conchobhar would occasionally look over at Soundwave, as if expected the mech to either place his attention elsewhere or suddenly snatch him up again. Paranoid little thing, Soundwave couldn't help but note. That made sense, given what the mechling had just been rescued from only two solar-cycles prior. Well, could it be counted as two solar-cycles if he technically retrieved the sparkling in the earliest hours of the rising sun yesterday?

Soundwave shook his helm to clear it, deciding not to dwell on it. He opened his cassette chamber, which was an armored compartment that also happened to hide his sparkchamber. He watched as his two sparklings came out and studied their size in comparison to Laofeach. He was pleased to see that they confirmed what he had suspected - Conchobhar could only be either a Pretender, Minicon, or Cassette. Cassettes were strictly cold-framed, so he could cross that off the list. He doubted that the sparkling was a Pretender - most Pretenders were much smaller than Conchobhar at the estimated age for the sparkling.

Ravage and Lazerbeak had been informed that they had a new sibling who was just a frame younger than Lazerbeak, but neither had expected their new brother to look the way Conchobhar did. Ravage was the first to approach the sparkling, whom he was noticeably bigger than. Not a whole lot, but enough for it to be rather noticeable. Lazerbeak was between the two in size and stayed closer to Soundwave, far more uncertain of their new brother. It seemed that Conchobhar was just as wary of his new siblings as Lazerbeak, backing up as Ravage kept trying to approach.

Jack had no idea what was going on right now and hated the fact that he still didn't understand the Cybertronian language. He desperately wanted to ask Soundwave why he had released the giant robo-cat and robo-bird. At least the latter creature was staying far away, but the same could not be said for the cat. He kept backing up, not sure what to do and slowly starting to panic with how it kept following him.

"What do you want?!" Jack finally cried out, darting past and over to Soundwave.

Soundwave hadn't harmed him so far, so he hoped the mech didn't mind being used as a hiding place. As he hid behind Soundwave, Jack heard an odd click-grind-click sound that was loud and came from above. It took him a moment to realize that he was being chuckled at by Soundwave, which caused him to bristle. He hated feeling like he was being made fun of and stomped his good foot like a child.

"You wouldn't like this either!" Jack accused. "Being thrust into a strange world surrounded by-for the most part-people you knew as enemies! Unable to communicate properly!"

Jack yelped when he was suddenly scooped up, albeit carefully. He found himself sitting on Soundwave's knee-joint and looked up at the mech in confusion, watching as he pulled-seemingly from nowhere-a ball. The ball was fairly large and, when set in Jack's lap, he discovered that it felt and resembled a toy ball for a dog to some degree. It was fairly large and Jack was confused by it. It felt like it weighed at least a few pounds, but Jack somehow didn't drop it when he was suddenly set on his feet again. He was confused and looked back up at Soundwave again, unsure what he was supposed to do. When Soundwave made a gesture in a direction beyond Jack, he looked and saw only the cat. He then glanced down at the ball.

Oh.

He was supposed to play with the giant cat. Jack hesitated-the ball was far too big for him to safely throw, not to mention how heavy it was. He blinked, letting Soundwave take it from him again. He watched as the mech set it on the ground and sent it rolling towards the cat. Oh, so that's what I'm supposed to do, Jack thought as the cat rolled it back towards Jack. The boy hesitated again before he pushed the ball, hoping to send it back towards the cat. It rolled, but stopped a little short. Jack felt his cheeks darken in embarrassment.

The cat-who Jack decided he was going to call 'Silver' simply because he had no other ideas-easily reached out and pushed it back towards Jack. Jack pushed it again, harder this time in hopes it would reach Silver completely. He was glad when it did and felt a strange sort of glee he'd never felt before. He didn't stop to question it, though, as he found that he actually enjoyed rolling the ball with Silver.

Jack wasn't quite sure for how long he played or when Raven-the robo-bird-joined the games, but he also didn't quite care. It was nice and fun, though, throughout the entire thing, he felt an odd buzzing in the back of his mind start up. It wasn't annoying or painful-if anything, it was pleasant. Like a soothing massage of some sort. It seemed to get stronger when ever Soundwave smiled, Silver puffed out his chest, or Raven gave that odd half-caw, half-clicking noise. He even found himself giggling or laughing like a child and he wasn't sure why.

Jack didn't stop to think about any of it until Soundwave collected the ball, said something that caused Silver and Raven to deflate, and picked him up. He was confused and looked up at Soundwave questioningly. His answer came when he was put down in a room he didn't recognize, but that held a number of items that he would associate with a carwash just by the way they looked alone. Is this their shower room? he wondered.

Jack turned his attention to where Soundwave was, watching as he looked around for something. Jack watched as Soundwave eventually brought over what looked like a metal swimming pool to him-which he quickly realized was probably a bucket for whatever solutions they used to help clean or polish their armor. He watched as a clear substance was poured from what he was sure was a kind of shower into the bucket. Soundwave also added something else that made the bath bubble a bit, like soap.

Bath.

Oh.

So he was going to get a bath. Okay, he could handle that. Jack began to pull off his clothes, not wanting them to get wet in any form. It was then he noticed that they were in perfect condition. What...? he was confused, but decided that he could deal with that later. He realized he would have trouble getting his pants off, seeing as the cast went over his pant leg. Why am I not in pain? he wondered briefly, brows furrowing. He hadn't realized the lack of pain until now. Maybe it was because he hadn't been moving as much? But his arms were sore-then again, he'd been using them a good amount.

But I ran and didn't feel a hint of pain... Jack was confused, but didn't contemplate it as he was suddenly picked up again. He watched as Soundwave carefully peeled the cast off, as if it was merely thick bandaging around his leg. Once his leg was free, he rolled his ankle experimentally. He quickly sucked in a breath and fought off a wince. Okay, so that cast is just super soft, he decided. He also hadn't been jostled a whole lot, so he supposed that his ribs shouldn't be hurting too much... He wasn't a doctor, so he couldn't actually be certain, though.

He carefully took off the last of his garments and let it drop onto the counter-like surface. He then found himself being placed in the make-shift bath and fought to not think about who was giving him the bath. He allowed the mech to gently wash him, once more trying not to think too hard about what was happening. He didn't want to think about it, knowing he'd have a panic attack if he did. He couldn't risk that right now, so he just let his caretaker do what he was doing. As the bath continued, Jack couldn't help when his mind wandered back to when he vaguely remembered his father bathing him as a young child.

Was... Was this how good parents were supposed to be? Jack didn't know and he let himself think over all of it. How kind and gentle the giants had been with him so far. They treated him like a baby, yes, but that's what they thought he was, right? A young child? So, were they trying to parent him? Jack didn't know. All he knew was that he was starting to resent his birth father and that caused fear in him. Was he being selfish again? Was he being bad again?

The fear gripped at him and so did the reminder that this was how good parents were. Jack didn't notice how his breathing had become erratic until he found himself cradled in Soundwave's arms, the poor mech clearly unsure what to do. He was doing what he could in an attempt to sooth Jack, for which he was grateful, but that wasn't what he needed. So, instead, he just broke down and began to cry, wishing that his own parents had been so supporting and gentle with him. That he had more chances like this to be himself, to be a child.

When Jack was finally calmed once again, his small episode over, he was suddenly glad that he had limited experience with Soundwave. He had only encountered the Decepticon twice before now - once, during that whole escapade with the space bridge and the dark energon that started him into this whole mess (had it really been months since then? If felt like that was years rather than months) and then, after that, during the whole thing with the Energon Harvester - and both experiences had been passive. Soundwave, having had no real interest in the children, had just taken what he wanted and left. While any other Decepticon would have probably tried to squash or capture them, Soundwave had been perfectly aware they couldn't do anything against him and so did not worry about them.

Though, come to think of it... Jack thought, as he mulled over his experiences, he had actually only met Megatron once. That one time wasn't where his anxiety and fear of the mech was coming from, though, as Megatron had been incapable of doing anything at that time. The only one he had extended experience around was Optimus and all he had ever really known was that the Decepticons were bad, but he never stopped to ask himself why they were considered bad. There was, of course, their name, but that could have been branded to them in an attempt to demonize them. Yes, they'd done a lot of bad things, but Jack bet that, if he asked, he'd learn a lot about horrifying things the Autobots had also done.

War was war and, Jack recalled, there was never really a right or wrong. At least, that's what he remembered his mom telling him when he was younger. Jack suddenly felt conflicted - should he keep being wary and cautious around the two future-Decepticons, or should he just give them the benefit of the doubt? Jack was confused and sat there in the bath, which he had been put back into once he calmed down, thinking. Soundwave had left him alone, probably to go check on his new mechanimal siblings, so he mulled over what he thought he knew and what was so far contradicting that.

I have to go home eventually, Jack thought. I have to find a way somehow, but... Maybe... Maybe I can learn the truth and then confirm it with Optimus... He knew Megatron, the three of them seem close so... Jack sighed as he closed his eyes and decided to just let this happen. Maybe, if he was meant to be here, then he would automatically be returned home at some point. After all, he had struggled to say his owns names, so it was extremely unlikely that he would be able to learn to communicate anytime soon. Just roll with the punches, Jack, he thought. You wanted to pull a Miko, so this is your own fault. May as well make the best of it.

Besides, what else could he do in this kind of situation?

This...ended a lot differently than I expected it to. But, I'm sure all of you are happy that I finally updated this story. I hope to get out the next chapter of The Twin shortly after this, so you also have that to look forward to. For those of you who read this story, but not my other one, I have a poll up for those who have read my original Transformers story, Imaginations the Limit. The poll is about weather or not I should rewrite that story once I'm finished with my current Transformers stories. This poll will be up until both stories, Unconventional Way to Heal and The Twin, have be completed. Current standing on the poll are as follows:

Yes - 5 votes.

No - 0 votes.

Remember that I am asking weather or not that story should be re-written. Anyways, I'm sorry for taking forever to get this chapter out, I really don't have any excuses for it. I hope you enjoyed it, however.