Brad stood in front of the mirror, staring at himself. He'd politely declined an invitation to join The Pack at Marcel's. While the idea of a fancy pre-party dinner and a limo ride sounded appealing, his mind was focused on only one thing.

Josh Barrett. It felt like forever since the two had spoken and while Brad had tried his best to rectify that, Josh seemed to constantly elude him. Tonight would be different. Josh wouldn't be able to avoid him, and finally Brad would tell Josh that he wanted nothing more than to be with him.

Yes, there was the element of feeling as if he was 'settling' as Josh seemed to be the only person to care for Brad, but after having time to think about it, he realized that there was more to it. Josh made him feel good, and he liked to make Josh feel good as well. He wanted to feel special, and he felt with Josh that he was.

"Tonight's the night." Brad said, taking a deep breath and adjusting his tie, "Get out there and make it happen, Brad."

* * * * * * *

The limo pulled up outside the Merlow Convention Centre, just before Lucas could pour himself another glass of champagne. I rubbed his back as he was closest to the door, but before he could open it, the chauffer did.

"Let's roll!" Lucas yelled, getting out first.

The chauffer opened the door and Lucas smiled broadly as he got out. This was star treatment indeed. He held his hand out to me and I took it as I got out, before returning the gesture for Marcel.

Mike was next out, holding his hand for his queen. Sarah took it, smiling broadly at him. Corey held his hand out to himself, giving an exaggerated gasp as he stepped out.

I gave him a smile and gave him a random hug, just to let him know he wasn't forgotten. He grinned at me, clearly happy with how things were going tonight. I gave him a peck on his cheek and clasped his shoulder.

"I needa go do something, okay? Pack entrance time. Last time before we graduate."

Corey gave two big thumbs up, grinning broadly, "Go for it!"

"You're the best, Cor." I smiled, cupping his cheek, "Here we go!"

I turned and quickly ran after the others, falling into line behind Sarah. She seemed to take the lead, her four boys falling behind her. We made a V formation, with Sarah taking lead, then me and Mike, and finally Lucas and Marcel.

I had to admit I had a little smirk on my face as we made our entry. Even after all this time, the Pack still had it. Students parted like the Red Sea, making way for Sarah and her boys.

Oh yes, the Pack was here. The Pack had arrived.

* * * * * * *

"Princess." Carl sighed, kissing June and lulling her gently in his arms, "You look beautiful. Come on, let's drop the wee girl off and head over, okay? We're late."

"I'm coming." Claire said, rushing out from the bathroom to grab some finisher from her handbag, "She alright?"

"I'd say if she wasn't." Carl said, not intending that to sound as snippy as it came out.

Claire just frowned and returned to the bathroom. Outside a taxi was beeping for them to hurry up. She seemed unfazed.

"We'll wait in the taxi, Babe." Carl said, picking up June's bag.

"I wish Jacob could've looked after her."

"Yeah well, he has other plans, doesn't he?"

"So he does." Carl sighed, "Are you ready yet, Princess?"

"I'm ready." She said, rushing out of the bathroom.

"You look beautiful."

She stopped and gave him a smile, "Thank you. I hope we have fun tonight."

"So do I, Princess. So do I."

* * * * * * *

"You okay?" I asked Marcel, squeezing his hand as the two of us stood at the side of the dancefloor.

"Just ... can't believe it, you know?"

"Can't believe what?"

"That we're here. Not just you and I. All of us. And it's ... it's the end." He sighed with a small smile, "The end of this stage in our lives. It felt like it ended a long time ago for me, but being back here now just reminds me that we'll never be back in school again. Not this school anyway."

"You and I aren't in it anymore anyway."

"You know what I mean." Marcel said, putting his arm around my shoulder, "It just feels like the end of something."

"Being a kid? We gotta act all grown up now."

"I've been all grown up a while now, I think." Marcel shrugged, "But you know, I'll miss this place."

I smiled softly, "Yeah, I think I will too. I'll miss it. Fondly, I might add."

"It's just the end of this chapter of our lives, but there's still plenty left in this story."

"You're depressing me now."

"I'm depressing you?" Marcel chuckled, pulling me into his arms.

He kissed my neck and I tilted my head a little to give him better access. This seemed normal in Drake, but here it did still feel a little odd, especially in public. Still, it wasn't altogether unpleasant. In fact, it was damn well the opposite. It was also easier now that Lucas and I had talked and despite some lingering emotion, I was starting to accept that we all had to move on.

"That feels good." I whispered, wrapping my arms around him, "Are you sure you're okay? I was certain you'd be throwing me out the door by now."

"I'm not exactly in a position to judge." Marcel smirked against my neck, "And besides, you taste so good."

"What do you mean not in a position to judge?" I asked curiously.

"Well ..."

"Oh God, shut up." I grumped, "I know what you're going to say. Are you serious?"

"Did you enjoy your game of cards?"

"What!?"

"Corey told me."

"What!?" I gasped again, even louder this time, "What did Corey tell you!?"

"Lucas, Lucas!" Corey said excitedly, bounding down the stairs, "Can we play cards? I'll let you deal."

Lucas chuckled at Corey, almost blushing, "Dude, you are cute, but I'm not sure I want to deal to you."

"But why? I'm bored."

"Because, Dude, for now and forever more, playing cards for me will never be just ... playing cards." Lucas grinned, "And if it was? I just got the Royal Flush."

"Eww!" Corey said, jumping back, "Eww, you're gross! Dan!"

"Oh God ..." I cringed, listening to Marcel's recollection of Corey's encounter with Lucas, "I ..."

"It's okay. I knew it would happen. It's just ... a pity you didn't record it. A Royal Flush sounds quite ... fun."

I let out a mighty laugh then, "Blondie! No. Goodness, what are we doing? We're screwing ourselves up with past loves when right here, you and I are good."

"Nah, we're not good. We're great." Marcel smiled, cupping my face and kissing me sweetly, "I've waited years for you, Storm. I love you. That doesn't mean I'm obsessively waiting to control your every move. As long as you come back to me in the end? That's all I care about. In time, I won't be so ... generous with sharing you, but right now, we're young, you know? We gotta grow."

"You are ... so good for me." I gushed, leaning my head against his shoulder and smiling, "The time just came for us, didn't it?"

"I guess it did. Regrets?"

"A bucket load." I smiled, tilting my head up to kiss his lips, "But I have plenty I'm happy about. You are something I'm very happy about."

* * * * * * *

Lucas watched Marcel and Storm from a distance, sighing softly. He knew he could not be with Storm right now. He knew he would soon be leaving Merlow. Yet being here in this place, surrounded by memories of a life he shared with Storm, it was hard not to be moved. High school had been their domain.

"What's your problem?" I asked, frowning and fidgeting, "I came out to the whole school, didn't I? Isn't that enough for you?"

"Dude! Come on. You did!" Lucas smiled, clutching my hand and kissing it, "And I'm so proud of you and happy for us. We don't have to hide anymore!"

"World class homos." I grumped, "That's just marvellous."

"It's a school dance, everyone knows we're together now. It'll be wicked!"

I let out a sigh, looking at him, "Will it make you happy if we go together?"

"Yes, it will, because I'll get to show you off as mine ..."

Lucas smiled sadly at the memory, still looking at Marcel and Storm. It was Marcel's turn to show Storm off as his. Lucas was here alone.

"Lucas?"

Lucas turned to Stacey, blinking rapidly and sniffling, "What do you want?"

She frowned a little, then raised her hand, holding out a handkerchief. It was a small gesture, and a surprising one to Lucas, but he appreciated it nonetheless. He nodded gratefully and took the handkerchief, using it to wipe his eyes. She gave him a small smile, and a sympathetic glance.

"Keep it. And ... good luck, Lucas. With your low IQ and homosexual tendencies, you need it." She frowned, "Take care."

Lucas smiled, "Don't change, Dogface."

"Best night of Dade's life." She winked at Lucas.

As Stacey left, Lucas groaned and shook his head, "Dade Paul Marcus, is there anyone you didn't screw?"

* * * * * * *

For all the punch and food on offer, it was pretty damn hard to just find a glass or bottle of water. I knew there were more than a few here who were drunk or getting there, but all I wanted was a glass of water. Typically boring, that's me.

"Who do I have to fuck to get a glass of water around here?" I asked.

"Here you go."

I turned and looked at the glass, and then the person holding it, "Oh hell no."

"I'm not pretty enough for you?" Carl asked with a smirk.

"You're gorgeous and I love you." I chuckled, leaning forward to kiss his cheek, "I'm sorry. Are we okay?"

He grabbed me in a tight hug, almost crushing me. Egads. I remember a time when I could crush Carl in a hug. That was years ago. Tables have turned. He got taller, I got ... well, I got the same height!

"I'm sorry too." Carl frowned, "I don't like it when we're offside with each other. Please don't ... don't put me on the other side like that again. I know things are tricky right now, but I'm still Carl. I'm still the same. You know I'd never hurt you."

"Don't go all soft on me." I said, blushing a little, "We're okay."

"So does that mean we can talk?" Claire asked, making her presence known as she stepped up beside Carl.

I gave her a look and nodded my head. I didn't really want to talk to her, but I figured this was inevitable. I gave Carl a nod and took Claire's hand, leading her outside where we could get some air and hopefully cool our heads. I didn't want to argue with her again.

"So ..." I said, moving my hands into my pockets as I paced outside, "I guess we're going to talk now?"

* * * * * * *

As the former King and Queen of Merlow High traversed their old domain, they were met with a chorus of cheers. Sarah, revelling in it, remained cool with a smug smile on her face. She sashayed in, her hips catching the attention of several horny teenage boys, who were swiftly met with a grinning Mike, waggling his finger at them as he followed behind his wife.

"Cap'n!" A familiar voice yelled.

"Bobby!" Mike gasped, holding his arms up as he grinned.

Bobby 'The Bruiser' Weiss, like many other graduating members of the Merlow Warriors, had a great affection for their former captain. While Mike seemed happy to let go of a promising football career to take care of his wife, the team were lesser for his absence, and not just for their performances on the field. He'd been a leader who led as much off the field as on, acting as a role model for his team and students in general.

The former teammates embraced in a typically bromantic way, clapping each others backs. Most of the Merlow Warriors rummaged in, acting typically loud and wild, but it was all in good fun. Sarah let them have their moment, choosing instead to try and seek out Claire. This might be a good chance for the girls to hang out some, while she let Mike have a good time with his old friends.

"Hi, Sarah."

"Brad!" Sarah cried, feeling as if she hadn't seen him in forever.

In all actuality, she hadn't seen him since breakfast, but the two were so close now that it seemed odd to go so long without seeing one another. Brad was dressed to the nines, wearing a suit and springing a look that made him seem more like a model than he ever had in his life.

"Oh my goodness, you look gorgeous!" She gushed, hugging him tightly, "I'm so glad you came."

"It's for Josh." Brad said shyly, "Sure I look okay?"

"Brad, you look ... stunning. And if that twat doesn't appreciate it, I'll beat the shit out of him, and find you someone hot to fuck tonight, okay?"

"Are you serious!?" Brad asked, eyes wide, "I'm a virgin! I love you!"

Sarah giggled, rubbing his arm, "You're a closet sweetheart, Brad. Don't change. You're fine just the way you are. Just remember, if Josh doesn't come, or if he doesn't ... do what he should by you tonight, it doesn't mean you aren't special, okay? You are, Sweetheart. You really are. Mike and I are so happy to have you with us. So don't forget that, okay?"

Brad closed his eyes and smiled softly as he nodded his head, "Thank you. I ... I think I needed to hear that."

Sarah kissed Brad's cheek and squeezed his hand, smiling before Brad suddenly frowned. Sarah, confused by this, tilted her head and waited for him to explain.

"I must be gay. Sarah's holding my hand, kissing my cheek, rubbing my arm, and there's not a boner in sight." He frowned dramatically, "This is not good."

Sarah laughed lightly at that, "Oh, Brad, you're so funny. Take a dose of your own advice and just go with it, okay?"

"Hey, that's catchy! I should trademark it."

"Now go on, fuck off so I can go find Claire."

Brad grinned and nodded, "Love yoooou."

"Love you back, Sweetheart."

Before long Brad was being pulled into the mass of hugging footballers, giving Sarah another chance to look for Claire. She instead caught sight of a slight figure on the dance floor, who unfortunately, didn't really have that much groove. She knew immediately who it was.

"Oh Lord, Corey." Sarah frowned, moving closer to watch.

He was such a dear, but he had social awkwardness in spades. He seemed to be enjoying himself and was perhaps under the false impression that people were laughing with him, not at him. She rubbed his back to get his attention, before he turned to her with a happy grin on his face.

"Sweetheart, where's Storm? Have you seen Claire?"

"They're fighting outside." Corey suddenly frowned, "They told me to get lost. But it's okay, I'm having fun."

Sarah cringed inside. Such a dear. Still, if anyone made Corey miserable tonight, there'd be hell to pay. Fortunately, another Pack member was watching Corey's back.

"Dude, he's fine." Lucas said, approaching with two drinks, one for himself and one for Corey.

"Do I need to sniff?" Sarah asked, narrowing her eyes.

"No." Lucas chuckled, "Just regular punch."

"Good." She said, "Lucas, keep an eye on Corey? I want to talk to Claire and Storm before they kill each other. Pair of bitches."

Lucas giggled at that, "Dude, don't let him hear you say that."

Sarah winked at the two before she made her way outside. It didn't take her long to find Claire, but Storm was nowhere in sight. Sitting down next to a mascara dripping Claire, Sarah put her arm around her friend.

"So?" Sarah asked, "Any progress?"

"I really hate him. I don't know why. Maybe I'm just projecting. But I really hate him right now. He's just ... it shouldn't be him, it should be Dade."

"You're right. Dade should be here, with June, doing his part."

"He sends money, but ... it's not the same. I feel so guilty with Carl and I ... I can't stop thinking about Dade." Claire said honestly, "It's like ... the more we're apart the more I think about him and why am I going off at Storm about Dade if ..."

"You can't keep doing this, Claire. You can't be with them both."

"It's like there's two of me. The mother me wants to be with Dade, because he's my baby's father. And he's been asking more and more for June and I'm so afraid I'll lose her. He wants her and I'm worried things won't stay the way they have between us. They've got money, and I don't. What if things turn nasty? I can't beat them in court. I don't want to lose my little girl, I don't want to lose Carl, and ..."

"Is there an and?"

"I don't know." Claire said softly, "I know it would never come to that with Dade. I just don't know what to do."

"Maybe ... you should consider letting Dade have June on his own for a while. Maybe a few weeks. Give you and Carl a chance to work on yourselves?"

"I'll just fret. I don't want to be without her. My priorities are different now. I love Carl, but ... it's not first anymore. I just ... I don't know what to do. Being with Dade would be so much easier, because I wouldn't feel guilty for what I'm doing to Carl. He works so hard."

"Because he freaking loves the pants off you, you dumb bitch." Sarah said, taking Claire by surprise with her bluntness, "Look, I love you, you know that. But you're hurting Carl, and this whole mess of a situation can't be good for June. Make a decision. Make a choice. Stick with it."

"Sarah? Even if I wanted to be with Carl, how long can it seriously last until he resents me so much he kicks me out?" Claire asked, "I live with that every day, feeling so uncomfortable it makes me cry. He doesn't do anything to make me feel that way, it's just my ... my guilt."

"This is no place for you tonight." Sarah said, rubbing Claire's back, "Go home to your baby and think. Think hard about what you want. Maybe you and Carl just need more time without June. Grown up time, you know? Fuck your brains out time. Give her to us or something on nights you want to be alone. Mike and I would love to have her."

"I'd like that too. And you're probably one of the few people I'd trust with her." Claire said, "You and that gorgeous husband of yours."

"Yeah he is a bit of that." Sarah said with a mock frown, "It's a bit because of that that I'm in the state I'm in now."

"No way!" Claire gasped, eyes wide, "No way! Sarah, that's ... that's wonderful, isn't it?"

"Considering we're not supposed to be able to have any, it's freaking miraculous."

"Oh my God!" Claire screamed, wrapping her arms around Sarah, her eyes glistening with emotion, "I'm so happy for you!"

"Unexpected, completely, but ... just ... really exciting too." Sarah grinned, rubbing Claire's back, "This might be the only chance we get to do this, I just ... I'm so excited I could burst."

"Well, you know, back in the dark ages, we'd be in our prime baby making years."

"But this isn't the dark ages."

"Really?" Claire asked thoughtfully, "Who told you that?"

"Cynical bitch."

"I would've liked to have waited, personally, but you know, that's what I get for hanging out with Dade Marcus." Claire said with a bit of a wry smirk, "He's awfully hard to resist."

"I half expected you to adopt her out."

"The thought actually crossed my mind." Claire said honestly, "But once she arrived, I just ... there was no way I was letting her go. No way in hell. You'll discover that for yourself soon enough."

"It would make Mike happy, and it would make me happy. Not to be a Debbie Downer, but I want to make the most of life and just have to live not taking the future for granted. So having this opportunity means so much to me."

"Ugh." Claire gasped, wiping her eyes, "Don't make me cry."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to go home." Claire said, standing up, "Just go home and think. I know something has to give. I just haven't decided what ..."

* * * * * * *

"Monkey!" I yelled out to Corey, finally catching sight of him in the crowd of his 'fans'.

I gave Lucas a grateful nod and smile and let him know I'd keep an eye on the shorty now. He gave me a small smile back, almost sad, as if he'd enjoyed keeping an eye on Corey. I suppose it distracted him from the fact he was alone.

Corey grinned at me and ran over, skidding at the last moment into my open arms. I giggled and hugged him tight, kissing his hair. I held him close, smiling as I enjoyed how he felt in my arms. I admit, I've gotten somewhat used to having my own personal teddy bear. Heaven forbid what happens when he no longer needs me around.

"You alright?" I asked with a smile, enjoying the snuggling.

"I'm good!" Corey grinned, giving me a big wet kiss on the cheek, "But I'll be happy to go home soon. Not sure I like having to share you much."

I let out a laugh, "Selfish little bugger, huh?"

"I didn't think I was, until we came here!" Corey said, grinning broadly, clutching to me, "All these people want to be your friend or talk to you. I liked you better when you were a nobody!"

I giggled at him, giving him a kiss on the temple and hugging him again. I think I've gotten more touchy feely since I left Merlow, but even before that, I was always touchy feely with the Pack. I think Corey's just somehow elevated himself to the status of someone I feel entirely comfortable around. Considering we sleep together, I suppose that's a given.

"We're going home soon, don't worry, Cor."

"Yeah, but then you're coming back ... without me!"

"And that bothers you?"

Corey frowned suddenly, not meeting my eyes, before he hit me in the arm. It didn't even register. I rubbed his arm, my eyes filled with concern. He eventually looked at me, still looking upset.

"You're so mean to me. Of course it bothers me. But it's not like you're any different to anyone else who leaves me."

I gripped his arm tightly, holding him in place before he could run away, "So come back with me."

"Don't tease me!" Corey gasped, hurt in his voice, not believing my words, "I already know you don't want me to come back!"

"Hey, hey." I said softly, clutching both his arms now, "Cor, I want you to come back with me. If you really want to, and if we can make it happen, let's make it happen. I kinda like having a teddy bear on demand. And I don't want you to think I'm like everyone else in your life who leaves you. I promised I'd take care of you, and I'll keep my promise."

Corey looked at me, blinking rapidly as tears filled his eyes, "Dan? Dan?"

"I mean it, Little Mate. I want you to come back with me, if it's what you want. Everyone here loves you. I love you. So if you want to come back, then you come back."

Corey took a deep breath, tears in his eyes. He was clearly stunned by this. I didn't think Merlow University was worthy of his attendance. It's only been in existence for a decade and heck, it's mostly occupied by stupid White Swanners. But this is apparently where he wanted to be. So this is where he would be.

He let out a gasp and jumped right onto me, right into my arms. I let out a chuckle as he smashed his lips against mine. This was entirely against protocol. I giggled nonetheless, letting him express his joy in whatever fashion he saw fit.

"You do love me!" Corey laughed, hugging me tightly, his legs wrapped around my waist.

"Nah, I just need your brains to help me pass all my classes!"

Corey smiled, staring at me and leaning his head against mine, "I love you, Dan. I'd give you anything you wanted if you asked me."

"Don't be dumb. I just want you to be happy. I want my little mate to be happy." I smiled, stroking his back, "So stop acting like a twelve year old and act your age. Alright? Just want you happy."

"Not as happy as them." Corey said, pointing.

I followed the direction of his pointing until my eyes widened. I dropped Corey suddenly, eliciting a sharp laugh from him. My feet were moving before I had a chance to think.

"Oi!" I yelled.

Marcel and Lucas. Pack members, friends, compatriots, etc. Not kissing buddies!

"OI!"

Marcel turned to me, giving a little grin. Lucas did the same. Both had hands on the other's body. Both were far too close for my liking. Both had been sharing chaste kisses and some whispers.

"You dirty fuckers." I growled, narrowing my eyes at them, "What the hell are you playing at?"

"We were just talking." Marcel said, "Making sure we're okay. Now calm down and keep your pretty head in order, okay?"

I was about to growl before I grumbled, "Fine, fine. But if you two are going to fuck, I really want to watch, okay? Because if you don't let me, that's just mean. Really, really mean."

Both of them burst out laughing at me, causing me to grin broadly. I was secretly loving this. I knew what they were doing. Making sure they were okay with things and keeping their bond close. Heck, their bond could be closer as far as I was concerned! The two men of my life going at it like rabbits? Ringside seating, please!

"Dude ..." Lucas laughed, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my cheek, "If I was going to sleep with Marcel, why would I need you there?"

I shoved him off, gasping, affronted, "You did not!"

"Not your boyfriend anymore, don't have to be nice to you." Lucas smirked.

"Yes you do." I pouted, frowning, "Don't be mean to me!"

"You're sounding like Corey."

Lucas chuckled, rubbing the small of my back. I leaned my head on his shoulder and punched him in the stomach. He groaned playfully, kissing my cheek again and giving me a hug.

"I'm going to go now. Leave you two lovebirds to it." Lucas smiled softly, "See you before I leave Merlow?"

"I'll be back before then." I nodded vigorously, "Don't go leaving without me, okay?"

"The point is kinda to leave without you."

I gave Lucas a sad look, but nodded my head in understanding. I watched him walk away, turning back to give me a small smile. I don't know why, but I felt as if I'd burst any moment right there.

"Bye, Lucas." I called after him, doing my best not to fall apart.

I don't know why I felt so emotional, but I felt so horrible for him lately. He seemed so lonely. So alone. I hated it. It wasn't even about me and him, or at least that's what I kept telling myself. It was about him. About him being such a beautiful, beautiful soul. All he wanted was to be loved and to love in return, and I couldn't give that to him. God damn you, Ashley, you don't ever wanna show your face in front of me again.

"Stop him if you want to."

I turned to Marcel, sniffling and wiping my cheeks. I stared at him, trying not to break down anymore than I had. I stepped toward him, leaning my head on his shoulder and crying.

"I don't want to. I just want him to be okay. I just want him to be okay."

"Shh." Marcel whispered, kissing the tears from my face, "You gotta let him be strong on his own. It's not your place to hold him up anymore."

For some reason that statement made me cry even more and I wrapped my arms around Marcel, clutching him tightly. I didn't think I'd have this much to let go of, coming home. Yet the way Marcel held me, rubbed my back, and whispered in my ear, you'd almost think he expected it all along.

"Don't leave me." I cried, "Don't leave me."

"Not for all the money in the world." Marcel whispered, "You could leave me, but I'd never leave you."

* * * * * * *

"This is wonderful." Sarah said, dancing slowly with Mike, staring up at him with a smile on her face, "Never thought we'd be back here."

"One last hurrah." Mike said, kissing his wife sweetly, "If you weren't already my wife, I'd have asked you a thousand times by now. There's never been anyone else for but you, my girl."

Sarah smiled, for once not trying to deflect Mike's sentiment with a joke. She kissed his nose, his mouth, his chin, and then his neck. For all of his steadfastness, she knew how much he adored and depended on her. Perhaps love was more appropriate a term than depend. She knew he could survive without her if necessary, he simply didn't want to because he loved her and no other.

"The moment we became a couple, I knew it was you for the rest of my life." Sarah said softly, "As corny and unbelievable as that sounds, I have never loved another and I never will, the way I love you. You've done so much for me. You've supported me in my darkest hours. You've tolerated me in my most unbearable moments. All I want is to wake up next to you. I think as long as I have that, I'll want for nothing."

"I love you." Mike whispered, pressing a small kiss on her lips, "I love you so much. I don't remember being this happy before as I am now. Here, at home, with you, healthy, pregnant, surrounded by everyone we love. I wish I could pause life right now and live in this moment, like this, forever."

Sarah pondered this for a moment, "I'd be young and hot forever!"

Mike laughed, stopping their slow dance to hug his wife as he smiled, "And you'd be pregnant forever."

"I'd be happy forever."

Mike smiled, giving her a kiss before he resumed their dance, "Why?"

"Because I'd have you." Sarah said, gazing adoringly up at him, "I'd have you."

* * * * * * *

Brad took a deep breath, growing more and more anxious. He knew Josh had helped organize this event and yet he still wasn't here yet. Brad just wanted him here so they could finally talk again. So he could tell Josh he wanted to be with him. He wanted to try. He wanted them to be close again. He wanted it more than he had been able to admit, but he needed that time to process this and figure out his own sexuality.

He didn't know what his sexuality was. Didn't know what label it had. Didn't want to know. All he knew was that he missed Josh terribly. He loved Josh terribly. He just wanted to see him again and ask why Josh had been avoiding him so much lately.

Finally, Brad caught sight of Josh. His face lit up in a smile as he started crossing the floor toward him. The smile quickly disappeared when he realized Josh was not alone. Josh's hand was attached to someone else. Someone who was not Brad.

"Jacob?" Brad asked himself, tilting his head and feeling something he couldn't quite remember feeling before.

His chest suddenly felt tight, and something akin to the hope he felt, seemed to dissipate completely. Was this how it felt for his heart to break? He couldn't remember ever feeling something quite this potent before.

And yet it all seemed to fall into place now. Josh's constant avoidance. His motives seemed imminently obvious now. Brad had been played the fool.

"Josh?" Brad asked, staring at Josh expectantly, waiting for an answer.

Jacob, sensing the awkward moment to come, stepped back, leaving Josh to deal with Josh as he saw fit. Brad held a corsage in his hands, emblazoned with Josh's name on it. A testament to Brad's resolve and dedication.

"Josh?" Brad asked again, his eyes starting to well up.

"I'm ... I'm sorry, I just ..." Josh said softly, "I didn't think you ..."

"How much time did you have more than me to figure yourself out?" Brad asked bitterly, emotion in his voice, "Did you give me that amount of time? Did you?"

"No." Josh admitted, "I'm sorry, I just ..."

"What's next? A speech about how I deserve this?"

Josh shook his head, "You don't deserve it, Brad. I just ... it was easier. Jacob he ... I was visiting Claire and he was there and ... it just happened. I ..."

Brad turned away, feeling his heart sink as he began to cry. He couldn't remember struggling or caring so much for anyone else before in his life. If ever he wanted to die, this was that moment.

Between his father and Josh, he felt as abandoned as he ever had before. He turned to Josh, gasping with emotion. Josh didn't even seem to care about what he'd done. All he seemed to care about was himself and how he felt.

Brad's resolve hardened and he choked back sobs, "Oh, by the way, I owe you this."

Without warning, Brad laid Josh out with a stiff punch to the jaw. Before Josh even hit the ground, Brad was quickly being seized upon by some of the football team and immediately got into a defiant defensive stance.

"Come on, come on!" Brad sobbed, charged for a fight, even if it did end with him being sent to hospital again, "Bring it! I'll fucking take you all on! I don't care!"

Bobby Weiss was the first to get close to Brad, but he stopped in his tracks when Mike snapped his fingers in annoyance. Immediately the advance ceased as Mike moved closer. He moved in front of Brad and gave everyone a stern, firm stare.

Tempers cooled before Mike turned back to Brad, "Walk it off, Brad."

Brad nodded and pushed his way through the crowd to leave. He didn't want to be here anymore anyway. This was the last place he wanted to be.

* * * * * * *

Stacey frowned when she caught sight of a group of unexpected visitors. She turned to her assistant, flailing her hands in annoyance. This wasn't a good development at all.

"Bloody White Swanners. What are they doing here?" Stacey asked, "Who told them about this?"

"You know what they're like." Rebecca grumbled, "Probably heard your bark and came running."

"Shut up, you bottom feeder!"

Rebecca mumbled to herself, folding her arms over her chest. How the heck did she end up being the School Captain's assistant? She was quite content with her place in the background. It was that stupid Claire's fault. If he she hadn't gotten pregnant, none of this would be an issue!

"They're here for a fight." Stacey moaned, "And as much as it pains me to say it, we might need some unfortunates for this. Go get Storm."

"Look how big they are." Rebecca said, pointing to the White Swanners, "They're football players."

"I hate the guy, but trust me, Storm's our ace in the hole. Go get him and the Warriors. Round up our boys. We can handle these party crashers."

* * * * * * *

"Like this!" Corey said, holding his hands open and up with a grin on his face, "See? Disappeared!"

He received a series of claps, most of which came from behind him. He turned around to see a group of large, burly young men smiling at him. They seemed to like his trick and he bowed gratefully to them.

"Hey, Kid, I'm Dennis." Dennis smiled, "We got some friends outside. You wanna come visit our friends and show them your trick too? It was really great."

"Really?" Corey asked, gushing and grinning, pleased with himself, "You really want to see it?"

"Oh sure, Kid!" Dennis nodded, "We'd love to."

Corey clapped his hands together, before he laughed and gave them the finger with both hands, "Dumbasses, your jackets have White Swan on them. I'm no retard. Bye!"

With that, Corey turned on his heels and ran as fast as he could, his assailants in hot pursuit. He couldn't help giggling as he ducked and weaved through the crowd. He was used to being chased after and beaten up, though he was a bit rusty since Dan turned up.

"Fuck that kid up." Dennis growled, motioning to his boys.

"Dan!" Corey screamed with all his might as he ran, "Dan, they wanna hurt me!"

* * * * * * *

"Shut up." I snapped at Stacey, turning my head in an instant in the direction of Corey's cries.

"Rude bastard!" Stacey yelled, "But see? I told you! They're here to cause trouble! Go do that whacky thing you do with your hands and feet. Do it for Merlow!"

I was already running away from Stacey and toward Corey before she finished. He was outside the main door, and I pushed my way clear before I heard a horrifying cry. I swear to God if those fuckers touched him, they're all dead. Where's Marty Lee and Dade when I need them?

"Leave him alone!" I heard a voice yell, before the unmistakable sound of a punch.

But it wasn't Corey who was stumbling after being hit. It was the last person I ever expected. It was the last person I ever wanted to be hurt.

"Ow." Sarah gasped, doubled over, holding her stomach.

"Bastards!" Corey screamed, running at them.

I was already running toward them, but Corey reached them first, getting a fist to his face for his troubles. He was grabbed before he could fall and thrown against a grassy bank. I wasn't even thinking anymore. Something inside me had snapped, and before I was done, some bones would snap as well.

* * * * * * *

Corey groaned, holding his stomach on the ground. His vision was blurred but he could make out the sight of Storm fighting with several of the White Swanners. He had one spitting up blood, before he was grabbed from behind in a chokehold. It didn't seem to matter, and even though Corey had seen Storm fight, he was still somewhat awed if not rather frightened of how potent he was. Storm slammed his foot with enough power that something seemed to crack when it connected with the assailant in front of him. In the same motion he kicked up off the victim, spinning out of the choke hold, while keeping hold of the wrist long enough to snap it in the spin. But even that didn't seem to be enough to sate Storm's rage.

"Dan!" Corey yelled as the extent of this trap was revealed. White Swanners, mostly what looked like the football team, flooded the grassy area from out of the trees, coming in Corey's and Storm's direction.

"Warriors!" Mike yelled as the Merlow Warriors rushed into the park en masse to join the fight.

Corey felt like he was in the middle of a battlefield with both sides running toward him. He was grabbed by a White Swanner, before he fell to the ground again when Lucas dove over Corey, tackling the White Swanner to the ground. Corey gasped and rolled out of the way as Lucas and his opponent traded punches without mercy.

"Help, help!" Corey yelled, "Grown up people!"

He jumped to his feet, gasping as he looked around, completely panicked. Brad, Carl, Josh, Mike, Lucas, Marcel, the whole Warriors team, and any other able Merlow men, and even some women, were flooding the scene. Corey's attention moved to Mike, who seemed to be walking with intent, searching for the one who hit his wife.

"It was him!" Corey said, pointing to the one he recognized as Dennis.

Mike's face showed a disturbing resolve as he walked through the crowd, showing his strength as he grabbed one White Swanner by the neck and threw him backward with enough force to take out the guy behind him. He walked straight over them, his eyes not once leaving Dennis who seemed to smirk as if waiting for this moment.

"Former Golden Boy, this is what I came for." Dennis said, putting his fists up.

He needn't have bothered. The first punch he threw was met with a punch that cracked his knuckles before Mike grabbed him by the collar and effectively beat him to a pulp until he was on the ground, gasping and coughing up blood. There seemed little emotion on Mike's face. In his mind, this was simply fair.

Dennis didn't even get a look in before he was sprawled out on the ground, Mike standing over him and still holding his collar. One more stiff punch without a word and Mike calmly stood up and walked back through the melee, nobody daring now to stand in his way as he headed straight toward his wife. Dennis twitched on the ground, groaning for his friends to help him.

"Whoa." Corey gasped, before he ducked a blow meant for him, "Hey, I'm not fighting, I'm not fighting!"

He ran away as fast as he could, ducking and weaving through brawls before he saw Marcel and Lucas again, back to back as they fought unfair odds. Corey picked up some stones and threw them at some of the attackers to distract them and help his friends out. As soon as he was noticed though, survival kicked in and he was dashing away again. He wanted to find Dan.

"Dan! Dan! Where are you?!" Corey screamed, "Dan!"

* * * * * * *

"Come on, Warriors, let's smash em!" Bobby yelled, beating his chest before he ran into the mix.

Brad was already fighting, furious that Sarah had been hit. He cared a great deal about her, and not in any way he expected to. She was a cross between a very close friend and family.

He'd barely waited for the fight to begin before he was swinging. He was right next to Carl, the two back to back before Carl was pulled away. Before Brad could try and help Carl, he was tackled to the ground and being forced to defend himself. The assault barely lasted a second before a stiff punch from Josh knocked the attacker off.

Josh pulled Brad to his feet, staring at him with a sad expression, "Brad, I'm sorry."

"We were an item. You cheated on me. I came here tonight for you. But you aren't the reason I'm still here, now fuck off and let me do what I have to do. Kick some White Swan ass!"

* * * * * * *

"And where the fuck are you going!?" I yelled, picking up a stick and throwing it at the ankle of a retreating White Swanner.

The ankle tap caused him to buckle and trip onto his face. I stalked after him, grabbing his foot and twisting it quickly. It wouldn't break, but it'd stop him running anytime soon.

"What's the matter? Don't want to fight anymore?" I asked, kicking his side so he'd roll over, "Your turn next, Mother fucker. You think you assholes can come into my town and pull this shit? You're gonna wish you never left home, Bitch."

"Dan! Dan, no!" Corey yelled, just as I had my victim by the hair, about to hit him specifically to break his nose, "No, no, no! That's enough!"

"Fuck off, Corey!" I snapped at him, "Get out of here. It's enough when I say it's enough!"

"It's enough!" Corey said, lunging at me to tackle me off my hapless foe, "Get out of here, you loser!"

Corey wasn't exactly big, but he'd taken me by surprise enough to give my enemy enough time to run away. I immediately shoved Corey off, grabbing him by the collar and raising my fist on instinct. He clenched his eyes shut, cringing in wait for the blow to come.

"Argh, I'm not going to hit you." I said, pushing him off, "But you need to learn to stay the fuck out of my way sometimes."

"Dan, it's enough. Please. You're too dangerous. You could kill someone!"

"I know how to hurt people without killing them. I'm very good at what I do, Cor."

"And it scares me!" He said, pouting, "I don't like it. No more fighting tonight. Look, they're starting to lose anyway! Let the jocks do it, they can't do anything but dumb punches. That guy was running away, Dan!"

"Not fast enough." I said, my voice cool as I stood to my feet and surveyed the battlefield, "You need to get out of here. Where's Sarah? Is she okay?"

"Mike's taken her to hospital. He's not taking any chances."

"And you expect me to show them mercy?" I asked Corey, shaking my head, "You got a lot to learn about life, Little man."

"So do you!" Corey snapped, "No more fighting! You've had enough tonight. You're going mad, Dan. Please, please, let's go. Let's go."

"Not until they're all gone. I need to make sure everyone is okay." I said, looking around for Lucas and Marcel, "Where are you?"

* * * * * * *

"Dude down!" Lucas yelled, before Marcel ducked in time for Lucas to punch the attacker behind him.

"This is nuts!" Marcel yelled, shoulder charging the same attacker to the ground.

"I prefer my nuts under cock, thank you!" Lucas said, jumping over Marcel's back to land on the attacker's legs and pin him down.

Marcel pinned the chest with his knees while his hand grabbed the neck, "God damn White Swanners, what the fuck is your problem!?"

"Last year to fuck you all up before we graduate. Couldn't resist it."

"Yeah? Resist this." Marcel said, before he pulled out his wallet and shoved a hundred dollar note in his opponent's mouth, "Fuck off now and you can keep it."

"Oh, I'm getting drunk tonight now." The bloody nosed footballer said with a grin, staring at the note before he got up and ran away.

"Dude ..." Lucas said, before he burst out laughing and wrapped his arms around Marcel, "That was so cool!"

"What can I say?" Marcel grinned, returning Lucas's hug of triumph, "Forget the rest, Marcel's the be ..."

Lucas was shoved aside by Marcel suddenly. Before he could even wonder why, he heard a sickening crack of metal against skull. He turned to Marcel, whose eyes were glazed over as he fell, almost in slow motion to Lucas, completely limp to the ground.

"Blondie!"

"Oh shit ... you hit him too hard!" A voice yelled, before the bat was dropped and two attackers made a run for it.

"Help!" Lucas screamed, falling to Marcel's side, "Dude, Dude!"

* * * * * * *

"Marcel!" I screamed, struggling in my handcuffs.

Yes, handcuffs. Those White Swan fuckers invade our town and some of us are the ones being arrested 'until we can figure out what happened here'. Myself, Josh, Bobby, and a few others were arrested because apparently we defended ourselves too well. The bloody ringleader of the White Swan mob managed to make a clean getaway, and the piece of shit that hurt my Blondie had escaped, and us Merlowians are the ones being arrested!

"Dude, I'm going with him!" Lucas yelled at me, getting into the ambulance with Marcel.

"Hey!" Stacey yelled at the officer, marching alongside us, "This is bullshit! You can't do this! They came here to pick a fight, we were all just having a good night! What are we supposed to do, stand here while they beat us up? They hit a girl and this small ... person!"

"I'm Corey!" Corey chimed in.

"Listen here, Young lady, we need to find out what happened here tonight. If what you say is true then you and your friends have nothing to worry about."

"My Daddy's on the district council! He won't stand for this! You should be arresting those White Swanners! This is bullshit!"

"If you don't keep quiet, I'm going to throw you in the back of a patrol car too." The officer said to her, quite sternly.

"Don't you worry, Storm, I'll take care of this." Stacey said, giving me a look, "I'll make sure you all get out tonight."

"Dogface ..." I said in surprise, giving her a smile, "Are you going to make me actually like you before everyone graduates?"

"Eh, I only really care if Dade likes me." She shrugged, "But don't worry, I'll take care of all of this! Stupid policeman! Argh!"

That was like her barking before she walked away. I almost wanted to laugh. Oh, Stacey. Stay classy.

I was brought back down to Earth by the tug of Corey's hand on my arm as I was nudged again toward the patrol car. I looked at him and frowned. The poor little guy looked petrified with worry.

"Dan, what am I supposed to do?" Corey cried, trying to keep up as I was led to a patrol car, "Dan? I'm scared."

"Cor, you go get into that ambulance with Lucas, if they give you any grief, tell them Lucas is looking after you and you can't be left alone. I'll be out soon, I promise!"

"Chotto!" A familiar voice yelled, causing the officer to pause.

I turned and with relief realized it was Sensei Takada. I knew he was going to tear me a new one, but I was so glad to see him. He had a few quiet words with the officer, before he motioned Corey to his side. I breathed a sigh of relief. Corey would be safe with him. Shit, maybe Corey was right and I'd have to start getting my temper in check before I really ended up in trouble with the law.

The officer nodded at Sensei, before he gave us a few moments to talk alone. Uh oh. I think I'd rather get into the patrol car. I almost felt like Mum was back here, about to express her unending disappointment in me.

"Daniel." Sensei said, frowning at me, "This is not becoming behaviour of you."

"I didn't start the fight, Sensei. I just finished it. They brought weapons! Some of them had knives! My friends were getting hurt! Please, I didn't come here tonight for a fight. I came here because it was supposed to be a good night. This isn't what I wanted."

Sensei nodded and placed his hand on my shoulder, "Did your temper make things worse?"

"Even if it did, maybe I ... broke a few things, but I didn't put anyone in hospital like Marcel or Sarah is. Even Carl was hurt. They just came here to ruin our last night." I said, frustrated and angry, "I'm so angry at them."

He placed his hand upon my chest and made me close my eyes. I focused myself in ways we had been taught to do in class, almost a meditative state. It was brief, but enough to calm me. I opened my eyes and looked at my teacher, nodding in understanding.

"Sensei, I would not have acted any differently than I acted tonight. I did not start this fight. But I finished it as best I could. If I've let you down, or revealed more lessons to be taught, at least that gives you something to teach me upon my return?"

He nodded and pulled my by the back of the neck to give me a quick hug. I returned it sincerely. I've known the man over a decade. He's grown on me.

"Please take care of Corey, Sensei."

"As my own." He said, letting me go, "I'll be down to pick you up soon."

Corey rushed to me next, wrapping his arms around me, "I love you, Dan. Don't go to jail forever? I'll be all alone!"

I smiled and kissed his ear, "Think good thoughts? For Sarah, and for my Blondie, and for Carl, and for everyone else. Okay? I'm sure if you do that, they'll all be okay."

"I'll try." He said, sniffling as he let me go, "But stop talking to me like I'm twelve? I'm really much smarter than you."

"Oh shut up and go away."

He grinned at me, "See you soon? I'll think lots of good thoughts. Lots and lots of them!"

I gave him a small, sad smile, thinking of my injured loved ones as I was pushed into the patrol car, "Lots and lots."

* * * * * * *

Brad couldn't believe the night's events. His confrontation with Josh had been one thing. The fight however had taken Brad completely by surprise. It was horrifying and brutal and shook him more than he cared to admit. He'd jumped right in when he realized Sarah had been hit. All of Merlow High seemed to be in the fight, driving out those bastard White Swanners.

Brad had mostly fought close to Carl, until the two were separated and Josh sought Brad out. Differences were put aside for the duration of the fight, which ended in the arrival of police and ambulances. Storm and others had been arrested, and several others had been taken to hospital. Sarah had already been taken in beforehand, but joining her were several White Swanners and the most shocking; Marcel Lewis.

Storm was arguing with the officers to be let go so he could go with Marcel, but there was no avoiding being taken down to the station. It was Lucas who rode with Marcel in the ambulance, and Brad could tell that there were great fears about Marcel's condition. The White Swanners responsible for the worst damage might have escaped, but it wouldn't be long before police caught up to them.

"What a night." Brad frowned, kicking at the footpath as he walked home.

He hoped everyone was going to be okay. It hardly seemed fair that the Merlow crew had taken most of the damage in terms of being arrested for questioning. It seemed even less fair that his angelic Sarah, because frankly, that's what she was to him now, had been hurt. Even more sickening was how badly Marcel had been hurt. He wasn't close to Marcel, but he had a surprising amount of respect for him now.

"Bradley?"

Brad froze at the sound of that voice, recognizing it immediately. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream for help. Instead, he turned around slowly, facing the constant, endless source of his night terrors and fear.

"D ... Dad?"

"Son, I know I'm not supposed to talk to you like this, but I heard what happened tonight. I wanted to talk to you. Away from everyone else. I just want to talk, Son."

"I ..." Brad said, backing away, holding up his hands, "Leave me alone. Please."

"Son, I just want to talk. I want to know how Billy is. I want to say sorry for ..."

"Just leave me alone!" Brad yelled, turning to run away.

"Wait!"

He was caught by the arm, halted in his tracks. He struggled to break free with all his might. In the process, he felt something being pulled off his arm. The corsage he had for Josh, and had made sure to put back on after the skirmish with White Swan. A corsage that had Josh's name on it, in fact.

"What in God's name is this?"

Brad gasped, falling to the ground in the aftermath of his struggle. He looked up, realizing his father now held the corsage and stared disbelievingly at the corsage. His lips tightened with rage as he turned his gaze to Brad.

"You really are ... a filthy faggot."

Brad barely had time to react before he was letting out a pained groan. His father's boot had slammed into his stomach, winding Brad. In the same moment he felt a rain of fists on his face, bashing his head against the ground repeatedly. He screamed, shrieked, felt flashbacks of far too many times gone by. This wasn't simple discipline. This was rage. Rage he feared would kill him.

Yet why? Why did he allow himself to be beaten? To be mistreated so much for so long? Why did he afford a man who nearly killed him, the opportunity to do so again?

Just as Brad was picked up by the collar and slammed into a parked car, he turned and caught a fist. Glaring, his lips tight, and one eye already swelled up, Brad slammed his head into his father's and knocked him backwards.

Brad held up his fists, starting to cry, "I don't want to be like you. I don't want to have to smash your fucking head in to tell you, you can't hurt me anymore! But if you come near me again, I will tear your fucking head off. Now you walk away and you leave me alone. I'm not afraid of you anymore. I don't care what you think. You leave me alone. You killed your son already. I'm doing just fine without you."

Brad's words seemed to hurt more than any fists could. And after tonight's dramas and violence, Brad really didn't have the strength for more fighting. He hoped his father didn't understand that though, because try as he might, he was certain his father could put him down.

Much to Brad's surprise, his father raised his hands in submission, backing off. Brad did the same, keeping his eyes on his father. He didn't trust him enough not to attack him from behind.

He was amazed that he'd managed to diffuse this situation without having to unleash his rage with the same violence his father had so often shown him. The violence that had almost killed him. The feeling was beyond description for Brad.

Despite being cheated on and betrayed by Josh. Despite the fight and dramas that had enveloped the evening. Despite clashing with the source of his nightmares. Despite all this, Brad was still standing.

He took a deep breath, watching his father walk away. Was this the end of it? Was this the end of his journey? Of his confusion and turmoil? Or was it simply the start of a new chapter in his life?

Brad didn't know the answer to this. All he did know was that at this very moment, he felt okay. He felt as if he could make it. He only hoped his friends would do the same ...

* * * * * * *

Lucas paced back and forth, hands pressed to his face as he cried. Tonight had started off so well. Such small, insignificant things to worry about. Yet all he could think about now was Marcel. The sick feeling in his stomach was overwhelming.

Over and over the slow vision of seeing Marcel's glazed eyes as he fell to the ground, invaded Lucas's mind. He knew by rights that blow was meant for him. Yet Marcel had done what he always did, without complaint. The right thing.

"Oh God, Dude." Lucas sobbed, waiting anxiously for word, "Please be okay. Please be okay."

All other matters had no importance now. He only cared that Marcel would be okay. He didn't care for anything else. All he wanted was for Marcel to be okay, so he could smother him in kisses, clutch him tightly, and thank him for being exactly who he was.

Lucas raised his eyes, just in time to see a nurse coming toward him. He stepped toward her, his mouth opening slowly to ask for news. Each step seemed slower and heavier, harder to take. Over and over, he kept hearing that sickening sound of a crack, and then Marcel's glazed eyes as he fell to the ground. That couldn't be the end. It couldn't be.

* * * * * * *

"Princess?" Carl called out as he stepped inside his apartment.

He groaned and held his head, a little worse for wear after the earlier Merlow vs. White Swan skirmish. His arm was in a sling, but fortunately nothing was broken. He was glad to be home, but anxious to see his Princess. The two had barely seen each other all night. Not exactly the quality time he'd hoped for.

He'd tried to call her from the hospital, but she hadn't answered her phone. He was starting to worry she'd been caught up.

"Princess?" He called again.

No response. He frowned despondently. She wasn't home yet.

Yet if she wasn't home, where was June? Where was the sitter? Where was anything?

"Princess!?" Carl gasped, reaching the small bedroom and finding June's crib completely empty.

No sitter, no baby, and even worse, no suitcase for Claire. Carl barely looked around before he started to break down, rushing through the apartment, looking for a sign that his worst fears weren't true.

"Princess!" He cried out, before he let out a sob and slumped back against the wall, "Princess?"

But it was no use. He slid down the wall, sobbing into his hands. For all his efforts, for all his trying, she'd still left him. He'd turned his entire life upside down, gone against his parents, sacrificed his grades, worked two jobs, found an apartment, and she'd still left him.

He knew exactly where she'd gone. To him. To Dade. After all Carl had done, she'd still left him.

He let out a pained cry, sliding to the ground, huddled in a ball on the carpet. He cried, holding himself, realizing in this very moment that the old adage was completely true. Nice guys always finished last. Carl was a very, very nice guy. He finished very, very last.

* * * * * * *

To Be Continued in SF5.14

'Goodnight, My Love, Goodnight'


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