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Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Insert Random Scream of Pain Here (part 2 of 5)

Ben groaned and cracked open one eyelid. He slammed it shut again almost immediately. The light hurt almost as much as any given mauling by Shirley.

He lay there for a moment longer, trying to ignore the pain. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open and he shot up.

"Bella!" He shouted desperately.

He was still lying on the ground in the hall where Ekard had ambushed them.

Ben looked around wildly, but it was far to late. Neb and Ekard had already vanished, taking Bella with them.

Ben hauled himself to his feet, groaning. His stomach and head still ached from where Ekard had hit him. He moaned and leaned up against one of the rows of lockers. What was he going to do? Knowing Neb he wouldn't hesitate to kill Bella given the slightest provocation. And just how exactly had Neb found this world? Ben hadn't told anybody about it, and had Bella used her powers, the Society would have found the place long before Neb. Questions: Many. Answers: Zip.

Ben slammed a fist against the lockers in frustration, the metallic sound crashing through the abandoned hallway. Why couldn't he have been faster? Or smarter? Maybe if he went for a physical attack rather than one of his powers he might've been able to catch Ekard off guard. Maybe with both Bella and himself, the could've held Drake's twin off and gotten away...and maybe Shirley would become a nun.

Ben sighed. Sitting here feeling sorry for himself wouldn't help Bella at all. He pulled his generator from it's holster and opened a plothole.

Neb had said that a spy from the Pro-Cliche Society would be entering the Anti-Cliche Society soon and Ben was to obey them. But if Mr. Leather-Fetish honestly thought he was going to roll over and play slave to this guy, he was sorely mistaken. He was going to have a long chat with this person when they showed up...

-

Bella jerked awake. She looked around disoriented for a second, before realizing she was blindfolded. Her head was still throbbing painfully. She tried to move, to pull the blindfold off but her arms and legs were bound. She'd been gagged too and her mouth was dry. She was sitting flat on something, tied to something else rough, that was all she could tell. She hoped Ben was alright, had he been captured too?

"...can't believe it took you so long to catch one Mary-Sue and an unarmed Agent."

People were talking.

"Hey, why don't you shut it before I shove a nuke up you-"

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, please. There's no need to be unpleasant."

"Whatever."

"You sure this thing'll work? Ben might be a little thick, but what if the Librarian figures out what's going on?"

It seemed Ben was safe then, Bella sighed with relief. But just what was going on here? What did these people want with them?

"Don't worry my friends, so long as we have his lady, Ben will be absolutely no trouble at all, I can guarantee that."

So that was it. Bella was being used as a bargaining chip to ensure Ben's cooperation.

Don't worry about me, Ben! Bella thought, trying to shift to a more comfortable position. Just do what you have to and stop these guys!

"Ah, speak of the devil, it appears our guest is waking up!"

There was the sound of footsteps and the blindfold was removed.

Bella blinked, trying to refocus her eyes.

"Water?" The vague form in front of her offered.

Bella blinked a few more times waiting for her eyes to fix themselves. They were somewhere dark, that much she could tell.

They suddenly adjusted.

Bella's eyes widened.

-

Ben exited the plothole still deep in thought. Neb hadn't said exactly when this double-agent was supposed to enter the Society, so chances were he had a little time. The first thing he needed to do was-

"Oh my god, Ben! What happened to you?"

"Huh?" Ben turned at Tash's gasp to see the blonde leader hurrying towards him, a horrified expression on her face.

"Your nose!" Tash exclaimed.

Ben swore mentally. He was so concerned over Bella's plight, he'd forgotten about the nosebleed Ekard had given him.

Internally cursing the Protection Society Agent, Ben grinned weakly.

"Oh, it's not that bad," He said, trying to sound casual. "I... uh, just ran into a wall is all."

"Not that bad, my foot!" Tash exclaimed, grabbing Ben's head, holding it still so she could get a better look. "You should see yourself! You look horrible, you're all pale!"

"I'm fine!" Ben insisted, trying to pull his head free. Tash let him go, but she still looked concerned.

"I at least want you to go see Valerie about that." She said firmly.

Ben groaned internally. The last thing he needed was contact with the empath right now. Maybe after he'd calmed down a bit it'd be all right, but at the moment he was too wound-up.

He started to protest, but Tash cut him off. "That's an order." She said, letting a small edge creep into her voice.

Ben sighed. "All right..."

-

Valerie looked up from her reading as Ben walked into the Hospital Wing.

"Oh, hi, Ben! What can do for you?" Then she spotted the trail of blood oozing from his nose "Never mind," She said as she marked her place in her book and got up. "Have a seat on that bed there."

Ben sat down as the healer wet a cloth with warm water and walked over.

"What did you do to yourself?" Valerie asked as she dabbed at the blood. "Did you set off one of Adrian's traps?"

"No, I ran into a wall." Ben muttered, not meeting her eye.

"Hmmm..." Valerie finished mopping up the blood around Ben's nose. "Is your nose broken?" She asked, prodding it gently.

"I don't think so-OW!"

"Mmmm... Not broken." Valerie murmured. "Just tender."

She frowned. Ben claimed he'd run head-first into a wall, but the shape of the bruises around his nose looked more like he'd been kicked by someone wearing boots.

She closed her eyes and placed two fingers on the bridge of Ben's nose. Slowly, the ache faded away until it vanished.

Ben rubbed his now-healed nose gingerly. "Thanks."

Valerie looked at Ben as he stood. She could sense a whirlwind of emotions from guitarist. Anger, fear, frustration and worry all competed for dominance in his heart.

"Is every thing OK?" She asked.

"Fine." Ben said shortly.

"Don't lie to me." Valerie said gently. "I'm an empath, remember? I can sense your emotions. C'mon, talk to me, there must be something I can help you with?"

Ben shook his head as he headed for the door. "No. There's nothing anybody can do. Nobody besides me."

-

The day after Bella's kidnapping Ben lay sprawled across a couch, earbuds firmly in his ears, volume cranked up at maximum. A thousand and one plans for Bella's rescue whirled through his brain, each rejected more quickly than the last.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes. He had had trouble getting to sleep last night. Only the exhaustion from being up all night before had forced him to succumb.

No matter how he looked at it, there was only one answer. He had to wait until this double-agent Neb spoke of joined the Society. That was his only clue to Bella. Until then, all he could do was wait.

"Ah, there you are!"

Ben looked up. "Oh, hey, Tash." He said sullenly.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah," Ben admitted. "Valerie fixed me right up."

"That's good." Tash said, looking around. "Where's Shirley? I haven't heard you screaming or running for a while."

Even Ben was forced to crack a small smile at that. "She's still back at the mansion, working on the repairs. After what happened in Mega Man, I doubt she's taking any more chances."

"I'll bet. Oh, I almost forgot!" Tash snapped her fingers. "We've just had a new recruit join the Society."

Ben's head snapped up and his eyes narrowed. "Really?" He asked slowly. The traitor?

"You can come in now!" Tash called over her shoulder and a new figure walked in.

He was mid-sized and wiry with dirty blonde hair. His narrow eyes glittered with interest as he observed Ben. There was a smile on his face, but there was a trace of ice in his eyes.

"This is Repiv. Repiv, Ben." Tash introduced the two. "Since he's new here, I was hoping you wouldn't mind showing him around the Library a little, Ben."

Ben returned the predatory grin. "Oh, believe me," He said slowly. "It would be my pleasure."

Repiv didn't bat an eye.

-

Ben grabbed a fistful of Repiv's shirt and slammed him up against a bookshelf. Ben had led him back into the reference book section where nobody was likely to encounter them.

"Talk." Ben snarled. "Where's Bella? What've you done with her?"

Repiv snorted. "And what makes you think I'd tell you that?"

"This does." Ben snarled, pulling back a fist to punch Repiv in the face. Suddenly, there was a blur of motion and Ben found himself looking into the hissing face of a red-eyed albino snake wrapped around his arm.

"I'd let go of me if I were you." Repiv smirked. "Carl doesn't take too kindly to people threatening me."

Ben gave the traitor another shove for good measure before letting go. Carl slithered off his arm and around Repiv's neck where he settled, tongue flicking in and out.

"Fine. What do you want?" Ben growled.

"Oh, I'll let you know when the time comes." Repiv said, stroking Carl's head idly. "Until then, be a good little boy and stay out of my way."

"I'll kill you." Ben threatened.

"I don't think so." Repiv brushed him off. "Firstly, I doubt our dear Tash and your other friends would take too kindly to that. Secondly, if you do, you sever any chance of seeing Bella again."

Ben growled.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Repiv waved a finger. "I'm not finished talking yet. Thirdly, if I don't report in when I'm supposed to, our pals in the other Society will know something's happened to me and will end up bumping Bella off anyway."

Ben's hands curled into fists and took a step forward.

"What's going on here?" Ben and Repiv turned to see Shirley trotting down the row towards them.

Ben scowled. "When'd you get back?"

The Cliche Stick put her hands on her hips. "Nice to see you too, jerk."

"So you're Shirley." Repiv said. "I've heard a good deal about you!"

"Back off." Ben snarled.

Repiv raised his palms in a conciliatory gesture. "Hey, all I'm doing is saying hello!"

Shirley scowled at Ben. "What's wrong with you?" She demanded.

"Nothing." Ben said. And with that, he spun on his heel and stalked away. Shirley gave one last backwards glance at Repiv before following.

Repiv may not have realized it, but he had given away a very vital clue. He was still in contact with his Pro-Cliche superiors. And if he had some way to contact them, there was some way to trace them.

-

Repiv chuckled to himself quietly as Ben stormed off. Far too easy. Now that Ben was out of the way, he could get back to his mission.

He slipped through the Library quietly, slipping into the shadows when anyone passed.

Finally, he found the set of stairs he was looking for. With one last furtive glance to make sure nobody was around, he slipped down the stairs. The staircase was rather long and by the time he got to the bottom Repiv was panting slightly. He squinted in the dim light.

There in the shadows was his target. The Room of Things Man Was Not Meant to Know.

Repiv stepped off the last stair and started towards the door, studying it closely. He briefly wondered if it was possible to blow it open when a voice spoke behind him.

"Who are you?"

Repiv jumped, turning to find a tall boy with white hair standing behind him, a bare sword in his hand.

"Geez." He said as Carl hissed at the newcomer, putting a hand over his rapidly beating heart. "You startled me. I'm Repiv, this is Carl." He gestured to the snake around his neck. "I just joined up today. And you are...?"

"I'm Adrian. What are you doing down here? This area is off limits."

Repiv narrowed his eyes. So this was the infamous Librarian... "Oh, sorry, I didn't know." He said sheepishly. "I was just looking around and I found myself down here."

Adrian frowned. "Shouldn't someone have been assigned to show you around?"

Repiv bit his lip. "Yeah, but Ben kinda... wandered off..."

Adrian nodded, sheathing his sword. "I see. After you." He said, standing aside and gesturing at the stairs.

Repiv cursed himself as he walked back up the staircase. He could feel the Librarian's suspicious gaze burning a hole into his back. He shouldn't have been so careless. Now it was going to be harder than ever to get into the Room. Oh well, he had time. And with Ben's help he doubted anyone would ever know...

-

Tash sat at the kitchen table, finishing the last few pages of a stack of paperwork and sipping a cup of hot tea.

"How's business, Tash?" Valerie greeted as she walked in.

Tash looked up. "Not too bad. Tea?" She offered.

Valerie nodded and sat down as Tash stood and poured hot water into a mug.

"What's this for?" Valerie asked as she picked up a half-finished sheet of paperwork.

Tash looked over her shoulder as she made the tea. "Oh, that? A new member just joined the Society."

"Really?" Valerie glanced back at the paper. "His name's Repiv, huh?"

Tash nodded. "I assigned Ben to show him around and take him on his training mission in a few days."

Valerie nodded her thanks as Tash came back with the cup and handed it to her. She took a sip, frowning. "Have you talked to Ben lately?" She asked.

Tash shrugged. "Well, I introduced Repiv to him earlier and I sent him to you when he showed up yesterday with that awful nosebleed."

"Did he seem... strange?"

Tash thought for a moment. "Well, he did seem a little distracted earlier and he didn't really want to see you about the nosebleed until I ordered him to, why?"

"He was very upset when I spoke with him." Valerie confided. "He wouldn't even look at me."

"Really?"

Valerie nodded. "I haven't seen him this troubled since he killed Bella."

Tash rested her chin on her fist. "I wonder if there's anything we can do to help?"

Valerie shook her head. "He wouldn't tell me what was going on, even when I straight-out asked him."

"I see. I guess we've just got to let him deal with whatever it is he's dealing with." Tash sighed. "But I'll keep an eye on him anyway."

"Good idea."

-

It was a few days later. Ben paced back and forth, wearing a groove in the floor in the Science Fiction section. His brain was working overtime. So Repiv was still in contact with his superiors, that was both good and bad. On the one hand it meant that the slightest transgression on Ben's part would be instantly reported back to Neb and that would be the end of Bella. But conversely, it meant that there were clues to be found. If Ben could just figure out where they were keeping Bella, he'd fall upon them with the fury of an ocean.

"Hey, Ben!"

Ben looked up from his musings to see Adrian walking up.

"Have you seen Repiv around?" The Librarian asked.

Ben shook his head. "Not lately."

Adrian frowned and folded his arms. "He's been vanishing a lot lately."

Ben nodded. "Yeah, I noticed."

Adrian raised an eyebrow. "You did? Then why didn't you ask him where he was going? You're supposed to be in charge of him, until he completes his training mission, remember?"

Because he's a traitor and if I don't submit to his demands Neb's gonna kill the girl I care for who just so happens to be one of our enemies who I was ordered to capture but instead I helped to escape. That's why.

Outwardly Ben shrugged. "I mean to, but it kept on slipping my mind."

Adrian shot Ben a piercing look. "Hmm... well, when he get's back tell him to stop slipping off. Keep a closer eye on him too. I found him at the Room of Things Man Was not Meant to Know the other day, and there's a reason we named it that."

Ben's eyes narrowed. The Room, huh? "I will." He assured the Librarian.

"And report to Tash once you find him," Adrian added, turning to leave. "We've got his training mission lined up."

Ben nodded and headed off in search of Repiv.

He found both him and Shirley at the kitchen table, laughing like old friends, Carl curled up on the tabletop.
"There you are!" Ben hissed, stalking towards the two. "Where've you been?"

Repiv looked up. "Shirley was just telling me some stories about you." He chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye. "Were you really almost sold to a Chinese sweatshop once?"

Ben blushed and looked away. "Shirley..." He growled. "I thought I told you never to mention that!"

"Oh, come on, Ben!" Shirley smirked. "If it weren't for me, you'd be making Panasonic DVD players for 15 cents an hour!"

Ben blushed even deeper. "Whatever." He gritted out, turning back to Repiv. "Adrian's been looking everywhere for you, you know. They've found someone for your training mission."

"Oh, why didn't you say so?" Repiv demanded, Carl sliding back up his arm to his usual position around his neck as he stood. "Let's go!"

"You need to stop slipping off like that or you'll get both of us in trouble!" Ben muttered as he fell instep beside the traitor, Shirley following behind.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Ben." Repiv smirked. "I was just checking in with some old friends."

Ben shot Repiv a look. "Oh, really?" He asked, trying to sound casual. With Shirley around he couldn't exactly ask Repiv straight out.

"Oh, by the way, your girlfriend said to tell you hello." Repiv snickered.

Ben's eyes widened.

"Old girlfriend?" Shirley asked darkly. "Ben, have you been sneaking around behind my back?"

Ben chuckled weakly. "Umm... no?"

Shirley didn't reply, but she gave Ben a hard look.

"So... you went to visit them?" Ben asked.

"Yeah, I told you I would be." Repiv said off-handedly.

Yeah, but I didn't think you'd be doing it in person! That's the worst possible way!

Up until then, Ben had been assuming Repiv communicated with his superiors via communicator or something, if that was the case, Ben could just eavesdrop on their conversations and pick up some clues on where Neb and the rest were hiding. But since Repiv went in person it would be next to impossible to trace, not to mention it was risky on Repiv's part, his absences were too easily noticed.

Ben grimaced. If he really was going to track Neb and Bella down, he'd have to-

"Everything alright?"

"Huh?"

Tash looked at Ben exasperatedly. "I just finished telling you what you need to do. You remember everything?"

Ben cursed himself. He'd been so deep in thought he'd daydreamed clear through the entire mission breifing.

"O-Oh, yeah, I got it." He stuttered.

"You sure you're OK, Ben?" Repiv asked, a false look of concern on his face. "If I'm gonna get through this in one piece, I'm gonna need your help!"

Ben set his jaw, ignoring Repiv's taunts. "I'm fine." He gritted, firing his plothole generator.

Tash watched the two jump into the portal, Shirley in tow. She turned away as it closed. Time to take care of some business...

-

Tash knocked on the door to Camille's tech lab, prompting a symphony of shouts, crashes, a few minor explosions and what sounded a cat yowling.

Camille opened the door, hair smoking. "Yeah?" She panted.

Tash stared, wide-eyed. "Um... you ok?" She asked."

"Oh, yeah." Camille turned to look over her shoulder. "Hey, Doyle! Watch out for that glycerin on the edge of the table!"

Tash gulped as the tech turned back. "What can I do for you?" She asked.

Tash blinked once before remembering the purpose of her visit. "Are you still working on Bahamut?"

"Yeah, I'm almost finished, why?"

"I need a favor from you..."

-

Ben staggered out of the plothole. He bent over, gasping for breath as sweat poured off his brow.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He demanded.

"I'm sorry." Repiv said mildly as he emerged from the rift, an innocent expression on his face. "It's my first mission..."

"Don't give me that!" Ben panted. "I told you to hang back! We could've ambushed that Stu and captured him before he knew what hit him. But no! You had to charge in screaming like a maniac and give us away! If I hadn't nuked those boulders when I did we'd be pancakes right now! Do you have any clue how hard it is to nuke a moving target?" Ben barked, grabbing Repiv's shirt. "If not for you, we might've captured the guy!"

"Geez, Ben, go easy on him!" Shirley said, emerging from the plothole as it closed. "You made some pretty bone-headed moves when you were first starting out too!"

"Shut up."

"What did you say?"

"I said shut up!" Ben roared, grabbing Shirley and yanking her up to his eye level. "I've had it with you nit-picking at every single thing I do! I can't get a single moments peace without you constantly harping on this or that! Now shut up and leave me alone before I nuke you!"

Shirley stared into Ben's eyes, too shocked to be angry. Ben had never spoken to her, or anyone for that matter, like that before.

Ben noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and looked around. It was only then that he realized he'd blown up right in the middle of the common area.

Tyler was frozen in mid-step, staring at him wide eyed. Drake was leaning back in his chair as if he'd been physically pushed back by Ben's rage. Aster was reading yet another manga, totally oblivious to anything else.

Ben put Shirley down, spun on his heel and stalked off.

"Watch it!" He barked as Pete bumped into him in the doorway.

"Sorry." Pete muttered, shooting the retreating Ben a glance.

"Sorry you guys had to see that." Repiv mumbled, eyes downcast.

"Don't worry about it." Drake said. "Ben's been acting pretty weird lately."

"I wonder what's eating him?" Tyler asked.

"Beat's me."

Aster looked up from her book. "Kyaa~? Did I miss something?" Everyone ignored her.

Shirley stared blankly after Ben, stunned.

"Don't worry about it." Tyler said to Repiv, bracingly. "There's not many people who catch their target first mission out. C'mon, know a way past one of Adrian's traps. Feel like some Oreos?"

Repiv shook his head, the very picture of dejection. "Thanks guys, but I think I'd just like to be alone for a while." He mumbled, but he was smiling as he turned away.

Now's my chance to get another crack at those doors...
-

Ben flopped onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. He felt bad for yelling at Shirley, it wasn't her fault. He'd just been so wound up lately over Bella. He'd have to apologize to his muse later.

Ben sighed. What was he going to do? Bella could very well already be dead for all he knew. Neb and Repiv could very well be stringing him along for all he knew. Just what were they up to anyway? Repiv hadn't done anything so far other than bungle missions and mock Ben constantly.

What if worst came to worst and the rest of the Society found out? They'd probably think he'd betrayed them, which, he had. What if he ended up having to fight his friends? He was reasonably certain he could hold his own against Tyler and maybe Drake. Marcus would be a problem with his ability to split himself in half, but for the fact he disliked violence. Doug and Christoph would be a handful, what with them being fully trained warriors. Aster would definitely be too much for him in her fae form. He'd probably lose to Tash too, not to mention Michael.

One thing was for sure, though, he didn't want to go up against Adrian. The Librarian would totally destroy him, then use his mangled carcass to mop up his own blood. And what about Shirley? Whose side would his muse be on? He doubted she'd believe anything he said, especially after how he treated her earlier, not to mention everything he'd kept from her.

Maybe it didn't have to end in violence. What if he just told the leaders of the Society what was going on? Ben rubbed his eyes. That wouldn't work. Oh, sure they might capture or kill Repiv, but the end result would be the same. They would either leave Bella to die at Neb's hands, or they'd mount an assault, capture her and throw her in jail. And as Ben had already decided, either was unacceptable.

A knock at the door snapped Ben out of his thoughts.

"Go away." He moaned, he wasn't in the mood to deal with people right now.

"It's me." It was Doyle. "Camille has news for you."

Ben sat up.

"She's fixed Bahamut."

-

Camille was glaring at a clipboard when Ben walked in. "Everything OK?" He asked.

Camille looked up. "Huh? Oh, yeah, we've just had a couple of Plothole Generators go missing is all."

She set the clipboard down on a workbench and led Ben over to a table.

Bahamut lay gleaming on the tabletop, good as new. Better in fact, since Camille had given it a fresh polish.
"She looks good." Ben said admiringly, picking his weapon-instrument up and stroking it fondly.

"Take better care of it this time. I don't want to have to go through this again." Camille growled. "It took me forever to piece it back together, and it nearly blew up in my face twice when I was working on it."

Ben chuckled weakly.

"But with some of the new features I've included, that shouldn't be an issue."

Ben slung Bahamut over his shoulder, neck pointing down and to the right as always. "What new features?" He frowned.

"I'm getting to that." Camille took a deep breath and started to explain.

By the time she'd finished Ben was grinning. Maybe he would be able to take Adrian on after all...

-

Repiv was leaning against the wall when Ben came out of the tech lab.

"I see you've got your little toy twanger back." He sneered.

Ben turned, the smile vanishing instantly.

"Quiet you." He growled. "I know you bungled that mission on purpose."

Repiv shrugged, Carl winding and re-winding himself around his neck. "What did you expect? I'm from the Mary-Sue Protection Society, remember?"

Ben narrowed his eyes, one hand dropping down to grasp Bahamut's fretboard. "I could kill you, remember?"

Repiv rolled his eyes. "We've been over this already." He sighed. "You kill me, they kill Bella."

He pushed himself off from the wall. "C'mon," He said, "There's something I need your help with." He turned and walked off.

Ben gave a long look at Repiv's departing back, before starting after the traitor. If nothing else, his cooperation would buy both him and Bella a little more time.

Repiv lead him down into to the Room and pointed at the reinforced door. "Nuke it." He said.

Ben frowned. "Why?"

Repiv rolled his eyes. "Because I think it would look lovely mounted over my fireplace mantle."

Ben glared at him.

"I want in, why else?" Repiv returned the glare. "It really isn't really that difficult to figure out."

Ben ignored that last comment and turned back to the Vault door. "Won't someone hear the explosion and investigate?"

Repiv rolled his eyes. "With the amount of nuking you do, I doubt anyone will pay attention. Besides, I know you can contain the size of your blasts. All I need is a localized explosion, now get a move on!"

Ben slowly raised a hand. There was no going back after this. Forgive me, everyone...

He took a deep breath. "Don't mess with-"

"What're you doing?" Ben and Repiv whirled. There was a young girl with light brown hair on the stairs, peering at them curiously.

"E-Emily! What're you doing down here?" Ben sputtered.

"I saw the door open and wondered if someone was down here." She frowned. "What were you doing?"

"Oh, nothing." Ben was getting alarmed. Repiv just rolled his eyes and sighed. Things were going south fast.

"Yes, you were." Emily said, accusingly. "You were trying to break into the Vault, weren't you!"

"N-no!"

"I'm telling!" Emily turned and started to run back up the stairs, but Repiv was faster. In a flash, he unwound Carl from around his neck and hurled the snake at the fleeing girl. The snake wove itself in between her legs and she fell.

Repiv was over her before she could move. Emily started to scream as Repiv yanked her to her feet, but he quickly clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling her cries.

"Forget the nukes, someone will have heard that." He growled, dragging a struggling Emily back down the stairs.

Carl slithered up her leg and around her neck, pressing his fangs onto her artery.

"Make another sound," Repiv murmured into Emily's ear, "And Carl presses down just a little harder and you'll be dead before you can take another breath."

Emily didn't move, just stood there, petrified with fear.

Repiv jerked a head towards the stairs. "Get up there." He growled.

"What?" Ben asked blankly. All he could think was that it was all over. Neb would undoubtedly kill Bella, and if the rest of the Society didn't kill him, he'd be thrown in the jail with the Sues!

"I said, get up those stairs and warn everyone!" Repiv snarled. "Play the good guy and cover me if you have to! Now move!"

Ben turned and dashed up the stairs two at a time, nearly barreling straight into Charis at the top.

"Woah!" Charis staggered back. "What's going on?"

"Where's Tash? Or Adrian?" Ben gasped.

Charis blinked. "I saw them that way." She pointed behind her. "Is everything OK?"

"C'mon!" Ben growled, sprinting off again.

"Wait up!" Charis called, following.

Ben burst into one of the common areas to find Tash reading a book. A purring Adrian had his head in her lap and she was stroking his ears absentmindedly.

"Tash!" Ben gasped, bent double for breath.

Tash's head snapped up. "What's going on?" She asked, her hand ceasing it's ministrations of Adrian's kitty ears, causing the Librarian to meow in protest.

"Repiv... me and Emily... found him trying... to break into the Room... Things Man was not Meant... to Know..." Ben sputtered out, still straining for breath.

"Where's Emily?" Adrian asked, having snapped out his stupor instantly upon hearing the news.

"Repiv's... got her."

The two leaders shot to their feet and raced off, Ben and Charis close behind.

"Charis!" Tash ordered. "Find everyone else and fill them in on what's going on!"

Charis nodded and veered off.

"Kyaa~? What's going on?" Aster asked as they rounded a bend.

"Hostage situation!" Tash called over her shoulder.

"Wait for me!" Aster called, joining the chase.

When the reached the stairs to the Vault, there was already a small group gathering.

"Wait here!" Tash commanded, "You all," She pointed at Shirley, Ben, Drake, Aster and Tyler, "Come on!" And with that, they barreled down the stairs.

"Listen, Shirley," Ben panted as they descended the staircase. "About earlier-?"

"Save it." Shirley snapped. "We'll talk later."

There may not be a later! Ben shouted mentally, but he nodded nonetheless.

Repiv didn't appear to have moved at all, one arm still wrapped around Emily's head, trapping her in a headlock.

"That's far enough!" He said in a harshly. "Take another step and she get's it!"

Everyone froze.

"Let her go!" Tash ordered.

"I don't think so." Repiv scoffed.

"Why are you doing this?" Adrian asked quietly.

"You fools never got it, did you?" Repiv sneered. "All this time, and you never realized who I was! You really are idiots!"

"What are you talking about?" Ben demanded, keeping up the part of an innocent bystander.

Repiv rolled his eyes. "Think about it. What's my name?"

"Repiv." Tash said, confused. "Why?"

Repiv raised an eyebrow.

"Repiv, Rep...iv..." Tash repeated, then trailed off.

"Viper." Drake breathed.

"Exactly." Repiv hissed. "Need another clue?" With his free hand, he fished a card out of his pocket and held it up.

"Is that a Space Hammer card?" Shirley demanded. "You're with the Pro-Cliche and Mary-Sue Protection Society!"

"Duh." Repiv rolled his eyes as the card shifted into a knife, which he pressed into Emily's throat.

"You won't get away with this!" Drake threatened. Ben noticed his and Adrian's hands both subtly reaching for weapons.

"Oh, I think I will." Repiv cackled. "After all, we have people everywhere. Isn't that right...Ben?" He asked eyes glittering.

"Ben? What?" Shirley frowned. Everyone turned.

Ben stood to the side, staring at the floor, a single finger pointed straight at the rest.

"What are you doing, Ben?" Tash asked, her voice wavering, obviously caught off guard by this latest development.

"Come over here, Ben." Repiv commanded.

"Ben, wait!" Tyler called.

This couldn't be real, could it?

Ben walked over to stand beside the traitor slowly, keeping one finger on the group the entire time.

"How long has this been going on?" Adrian asked Ben in an icy voice.

"Oh, since before I joined up." Repiv said off handedly, which was technically true.

"But-you?" Tyler could only stare, his mouth hanging open.

Shirley didn't say anything. She just stared at her partner blankly, seemingly unable to take everything in at once.

"I'm sorry." Ben said sullenly.

Why?" Aster demanded. "Think about it! Be..." She gulped and caught over her words. "She wouldn't want you to do this!"

"You don't understand!" Ben shouted. "I'm doing this for her! If I don't-"

"Ben!" Repiv barked warningly. "Just one more word..."

Ben closed his mouth, staring at the ground sullenly.

"What do you want?" Adrian asked calmly.

"Open it." Repiv commanded, nodding towards the Room door. "And no funny business!"

Adrian nodded and with slow deliberate movements, made his way over to the doors.

"Take her." Repiv commanded, tentatively releasing his hold on Emily's neck, Carl slithering back up his arm to his own neck.

Ben wrapped his own arm around Emily's throat as Repiv moved over to oversee Adrian's actions, remaining just out of reach.

"I'm really sorry about this." Ben whispered in Emily's ear as he kept one finger on the assembled agents.

Aster was staring off into nowhere. She seemed halfway between understanding and not - as if she was searching an encyclopedia of confusing symbols in her head. "How could you? She wouldn't want this..."

Ben met the fae's gaze levelly. "I don't care." He replied. "It doesn't matter."

"What's taking you so long?" Repiv snapped at Adrian. "You should've had it open by now!"

"Sorry," The Librarian muttered. "I haven't opened it for a while, the door's being pretty stubborn."

"Like hell it is." Repiv muttered, leaning over to get a better look.

That was when Christoph dropped out of the shadows onto his back.

Everything happened at once.

Repiv shouted in surprise and staggered from the weight, trying to toss the ninja off, but Christoph held on grimly.

He raised a sai, the blade gleaming in the dim light. But as he prepared to bring it down, Carl flew at his face, preparing to sink his fangs into his neck. Only Christoph's ninja reflexes saved him. With a cry he threw himself backwards, tossing both himself and Repiv to the ground as Carl flew past.

Repiv lashed out wildly as he fell, his foot catching Christoph in the face, snapping his head back and stunning him. Repiv ripped open a plothole as he scrambled to his feet and threw himself in as Adrian made a futile grab for the fleeing traitor. Carl followed after his owner an instant later.

Ben whirled, keeping one arm around Emily, nearly twisting her head off by accident, but Repiv had already gone and the plothole was already closing. Ben was frozen for a second. What should he do? Repiv was his only link to Bella!

Then Emily bit down on Ben's arm. Hard.

He roared in pain as blood began to well around the wound. "Go!" He hissed in the girl's ear as he shoved her forward into the group of agents. Tash moved to catch her, Emily's momentum pushing the two of them back into the rest of the group, dissolving them into chaos.

Christoph and Adrian charged at Ben from behind, but Ben snapped into the first few movements of the Fast-Step and the two overshot their target.

Ben leveled a palm at the group, along with a finger. "My coffeemakers are not controlled by Hoover Dam computers! Don't mess with nukes!"

Ben leapt backwards over the rising floodgates and vanished into the plothole a split-second before it closed.
Adrian whirled, just in time to catch a blast of coffee full in the face, as the floodgates emptied into the crowded room.

Tash wavered, but the crush of people in the room kept her upright. "Quick!" She shouted as the flood ebbed. "We've gotta get out of the-"

That was when the warhead detonated.

Monday, July 25, 2011

TAOM: Marcus - Love & Loopholes

Okay, Marcus thought, opening a portal and tiptoeing into the Library Arcanium. A few more feet and I'm home free!

"MARCUS!" Tash's voice rang out. "MY OFFICE, NOW!"

A sweatdrop appearing on his head, Marcus slumped his way into Tash's office, dreading what was about to come. Tash couldn't know! She just couldn't!

"HOW COULD YOU EVEN THINK OF BECOMING ROMANTICALLY ENTANGLED WITH A CANON CHARACTER?" she demanded as soon as he walked in, seeing her and Adrian absolutely furious.

She knew.

"You know the rules!" Adrian added, the tip of his tail twitching in irritation. "We can't interfere! We maintain the status quo, not inject ourselves into the stories!"

"What you're doing is a terrible risk to a fandom!" Tash declared, her wig nearly flopping off her head.

"Don't be a hypocrite, Tash!" Marcus argued, momentarily gaining some courage. "You've made out with dozens of canon characters!"

Tash glared back at him, her eyes burning with ire. "That may be true," she said. "But I leave it at that! I have my fun and then wipe their memories as soon as I'm finished, not take them to dinner!"

"And she doesn't even do that anymore!" Adrian chipped in.

Marcus began to sweat. Aster had told him about these hearings. They were never pleasant.

"Maybe so," he said. "But it's not like I'm disrupting it or anything! Junko never gets any romantic interest in the series—his sexuality is never even revealed! Why is this a problem?"

"Why is it a problem!" Adrian repeated, stunned. "You're taking up a character's time and energy, and putting non-canon thoughts in their head! Minimal interference can add up, you know!"

"Why didn't you wipe his memory the first time?" Tash inquired.

At this, Marcus surprised them by smiling.

"I did," he said. "But he still seemed to recognize me when I came back. I guess it's harder to penetrate a Wallop's skull…"

"How long ago was that?" Adrian asked.

Marcus' smile dropped and he began sweating harder. "A f-few months…"

"A FEW MONTHS?" Marcus's two bosses screamed.

"How could you have been doing this for so long!" Adrian scowled "This is utterly unprofessional!"

"I'm sorry!" Marcus groveled. "I just… couldn't resist…"

"Well, you'll have to start resisting!" Tash said sternly. "I want you to personally wipe your own influence from the Storm Hawks fandom right now! Take an advanced memory eraser spell and get going!"

"And no making out on the way!" Adrian insisted.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

It was with a heavy heart that Marcus trekked back into the Storm Hawks fandom with a Level 2 Memory Bomb, which would wipe out all memory of non-canon interaction in the fandom as soon as it was set off. This was a painful thing to do—after all, saying good-bye is never easy.

His eyes quite dry, but his heart breaking (he never cried without splitting himself, no matter how much he wanted or needed to), Marcus walked across the Wayside terra to find the Condor and its crew, who had grown quite familiar with him due to his frequent visits.

"Back already, Marcus?" Aerrow said, carrying an armload of fresh fuel crystals for the ship. "Usually it's once a day, if that."

Marcus tried to grin, but said nothing.

"Well," Aerrow continued. "Don't know how you keep finding us, but Junko's inside…"

"Thanks," was all Marcus could muster as he wandered into the airship and made his way to Junko's room.

"Hey!" Junko said, spreading a grin. "Can't believe you're back already! Couldn't wait for the trip to Terra Ray?"

Marcus shook his head, but didn't speak for a minute.

"I can't come back," he finally choked out. "Not ever."

Junko's face went to that adorable confused look that is so common among his kind.

"Why not?" he asked, his ears drooping as his voice cracked. "You've been coming for weeks…"

"I know," the agent replied. "And I risked my job doing it. I can't do it anymore."

A tear appeared in Junko's eye.

"I'll miss you…"

Marcus shook his head again.

"No," he said. "You won't."

Hesitantly, Marcus reached into his pocket and pulled out the red sphere that was the Level 2 Memory Bomb. He grappled with himself to press the detonator, but just before he could, Junko grabbed him in a bone-crushing hug and burst into tears. Marcus took comfort in his strong arms, and the two leaned closer, their lips about to meet when—

"Marcus." Adrian's voice called out

Marcus whipped around to see his boss behind him, looking at him sternly.

"A-Adrian," he stuttered. "I-I thought you were letting me handle this!"

"And I thought I told you to stop what you were doing and just wipe everyone's memories." His sharp gaze softened a bit. "I know how hard it is to say goodbye. I've said a lot of them in my time… but the rules exist for a reason. Go back to the Library… I'll erase it."

Frowning, Marcus silently opened a portal back to the Library Arcanium and leapt through.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

A few hours later, a few other agents came to talk to Marcus.

"So," Willie asked. "How much trouble are you in?"

"A lot," Marcus replied. "Tash put me on a heavy probation, and Adrian set up an alarm spell in the Storm Hawks fandom. If I set one foot in there, he'll know, and I'll be dusting the reference section for months!"

"Tough, man," Michael sighed. "But you gotta admit, you broke a major rule here."

"What is it like to have the passion to do such a thing?" Doyle asked. "I'm afraid I'll never know…"

"Honestly, though," Claire chipped in. "You never considered finding somebody from your own world?"

"Of course I considered it!" Marcus snapped in one of his rare outbursts. "Things aren't easy back there! If it's not prejudice over my sexuality, it's a lack of connection on a personal level! But no, it's easy for you three!"—he pointed to Willie—"You're a fictional character with plenty of charisma,"—he turned to Doyle—"You don't have emotions,"—his eyes rested on Michael and Claire—"And you two dug half an inch in your own backyards and struck 24-karat gold! Honestly, I joined the Society to escape my problems in reality, not find more of them!"

Claire took a long, hard look at him before speaking.

"You can't escape reality," she finally said. "No matter where you go, your problems will find you. You have to face them head-on. I mean, look at me," she chuckled. "My boyfriend's possessed by an evil entity, but I make it work."

Marcus shook his head, but managed one of those totally fake smiles.

"Well," he asked. "What do I do with my time now?"

"That's up to you," Willie told him. "You mentioned that you were aiming to be the next Librarian. You could spend some time studying."

"And maybe work on your wardrobe," Claire suggested. "Those sweats are not flattering."

Marcus thought for a moment, then smiled and ran off.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Adrian wandered into the intermediate spells section of the Library to find an agent he had never seen before—or so he thought. Marcus had indeed changed his wardrobe. His new outfit seemed heavily based on the Invisible Man, with a large trenchcoat with a puffy white shirt underneath, bandages wrapped all around his face, long, dark pants, black leather gloves, and shiny black shoes. Not an inch of his skin was showing, and he had an umbrella slung over his back and a book propped up before him.

"Emotion Marcus?" the Librarian inquired (he knew because instead of the wire-frame glasses with clip-on shades, he was wearing regular glasses with lenses too thick for anyone to see his eyes through. "Where's your other half?"

"W-working on an a-a-art p-p-proj-ject i-in m-my o-office," Thought Marcus said, not looking up. "Y-you kn-now, w-w-with-thout th-thought h-holding h-h-him b-back f-from r-r-raw em-m-motions, h-he m-may b-be th-the w-w-world's g-great-test a-artist…"

"Yeah, I've seen his work," Adrian said admiringly. "So, what're you reading?"

"J-just s-some s-spells," Thought Marcus replied. "L-learning the th-theor-ries b-b-beh-hind th-them…"

Adrian frowned.

"You're not studying how to break my alarm spell, are you?" he accused.

"N-no, n-no," Thought Marcus replied. "J-just l-look-k-king u-up u-usef-ful sp-spells…"

"Oh, okay," Adrian said, a smile returning. "Good to see you're using your time wisely, and to see how well you're dealing with what you've been through. Carry on."

As Adrian walked out, Thought Marcus's eyes returned to the book. It was true that he wasn't looking up how to break the alarm spell, but he was searching for a way to exploit it, and he had a feeling he'd just found it. The hunch he'd had earlier was right. You see, Emotion Marcus was not actually working on an art project, but retrieving something that would be very useful, and Thought Marcus had found a spell he'd need soon. It was only a matter of time now…

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

That night, Marcus waited until everyone else was asleep and pulled his portal gun out of his desk. Carefully, he adjusted the settings to manipulate the size of the portal, finally shooting open a vortex no bigger than a nickel. Chuckling to himself, he pulled out the other necessary component to this plan: a talisman copy. Emotion Marcus had snuck into the Jackie Chan Adventures fandom and borrowed it so that Thought Marcus could perform the duplication spell that he'd studied up on and make a copy of it.

If there's one thing Marcus Pate knows how to do, he thought to himself. It's exploit a loophole.

Using the talisman copy, he projected his astral form, a spirit that cannot be sensed in any way, as his body collapsed, useless. He wormed his way through the tiny portal (he'd made it small so nothing else could pass through and cause trouble), and flew across the Atmos, finally locating the Condor on Terra Amazonia. He swooped down and passed right through the walls to Junko's room, seeing just what he'd hoped to find: Junko snoring loudly on his bed, clutching his teddy bear tight. With a snicker, Marcus dove right into the Wallop's head and entered his mind.

Within the fantasy, Junko's dream self was sitting at a table eating a mountain of burgers, barely pausing between bites. Marcus smiled and landed beside him, then tapped him on the shoulder. Junko stopped eating and stared at him for a minute.

"…Do I know you…?" he asked. "You seem… familiar…"

Beneath the bandages, Marcus smiled.

"I'm the man of your dreams, Junko."

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Insert Halycon Days Here

Adrian tore the last strip of duct tape free of the roll and stepped back to admire his handiwork, smirking a little to himself. "There. That should do it."

Duct-tapped to the wall by her arms, legs, waist and mouth, Aster struggled to free herself. "Mmmmm… mmmmmph!"

Her words would have been unintelligible to anyone with the duct tape on her mouth, but Adrian had spent a long time reading up on languages and was able to get the gist of what she was saying. "Oh no, you're not getting down. You'll wreck my Library by breaching the fourth wall."

"Mmmmmmmmm!"

"Yes, it is you! You're the only one who besides me who's not a self-insert and is willing it risk it!"

Her eyes widened slightly. "MMmmmm! MMMM!"

"How do I know that? I'm the Librarian!" He gestured to the towering shelves around them, each filled to bursting with books and tomes of all shapes and sizes. "Do you think all these books are just for show?"

"Mmmm?"

"Why ask me what you are? I won't tell you either way and you should already know what you are. You're not as thick-headed as you act all the time, Aster."

"Mmmmmm… kyaa~?"

He waggled a finger at her, smirking. "Of course the duct tape will hold. First law of the universe: You can never have too much duct tape."

"Mmmm. MMm-mmm-hmmm."

"Okay, first law of my universe." Adrian amended. "And yes, I know you have a huge amount of dark power from your universe, but this is still my Library and I'm stronger than you, no matter where we are. So… until you learn to behave, I'm not letting you down."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Aster struggled hard against her bonds.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll hold the latest manga just for you, so you can read them… much later. Like a day or two." Satisfied that is work was done, Adrian stowed the duct tape in his trenchcoat and dusted himself off.
Aster had been surprising tough to subdue, but after drawing her attention away with some yo-yo tricks, he'd managed it.

"Mmmm!"

"Huh" He glanced at her. "What is it?"

"Mmmm… mmm!" She jerked her head at him.

"What about my ears?" The Librarian frowned a little and brushed some hair away from his ears… only to pause in mid-motion when felt nothing but smooth skin where his ears had been. "Oh no…"

He hustled over to a mirror mounted on the wall and a deep sigh escaped him at what he saw. "Wonderful… just wonderful…" A pair of pointed cat ears sat near the top of his head, twitching and flicking now and again and colored a snow-white to match his hair. "You know, things like this never bode well for me at all…"

"MMMMMM!"

"What now?" Adrian turned to see Aster, eyes-wide and staring at him… or actually the space just behind him…

Adrian twisted his head over his shoulder to figure out what she was staring at… and saw a white-furred tail extending behind him. "What the…"

The tip of the tail twitched.

For the first time in a long time, the Librarian did something he hadn't done before.

He fainted.

TTTTTTT

"Man… Adrian should really have a map of this place or something…" Blake rubbed the back of his head and glanced around the hallway he was in, which had doors running down either side of it. "With all the time we spend in this place, you'd think we know the layout by now, but everything keeps changing the moment I turn my back…"

He looked to the end of the hallway. Lots of doors, all of them looking exactly the same.

He glanced in direction he'd come from.

Still more doors.

"Well, I'm not going to find the kitchen just by standing around and Adrian did say any of the dangerous doors were locked, so it shouldn't be that hard to find one that will get me back to somewhere I recognize…" Blake walked up to the nearest door and grabbed the handle. Finding it unlocked, he pulled it open… and his jaw dropped.

"We're the ants who steal your picnic, we're the ants who ruin your fun…" Marching across a grassy plain was and carrying a picnic basket, a baked ham, a turkey, several cans of soda and a loaf of bread, among other things was a group of cartoonish ants. "We'll take it all while you're away…"

"…the hell!"

"We're the ants who steal your picnic…"

TTTTTTT

"Gulstaff, you have entered the door to the north," Sumire said, DM-ing for Emma, Doyle and Thought Marcus seated at the card table with her. The lights were turned out and the table was lit by two they had found stashed in the kitchen had brought from his dorm room. "You are now by yourself, standing in a dark room. The pungent stench of mildew emanates from the wet dungeon walls..."

"WHERE ARE THE CHEETOS!" Emotion Marcus called from the kitchen.

Sumire broke off her narration and sighed. "They're right next to you!" she shouted.

"I cast a spell," Doyle said, holding a finger in the air.

"WHERE'S THE MOUTNAIN DEW?" Emotion Marcus called out again.

"In the fridge! Duh!" the DM returned.

"I want to cast a spell," Doyle repeated in annoyance.

"CAN I HAVE A MOUNTAIN DEW?"

"Yes, you can have a Mountain Dew! Just go get it!" Sumire shouted.

Doyle flipped through the Dungeons and Dragons handbook. "I can cast any of these spells on the list, correct?"

"Yes, any of the first level ones," Sumire told him.

"I'M GONNA GET A SODA!" Emotion Marcus called from the fridge. "ANYONE WANT ONE? HEY, SUMIRE, I'M NOT IN THE ROOM, RIGHT?"

"What room?" Sumire screamed back.

"I want to cast 'Magic Missile,'" Doyle announced, ignoring the byplay.

"THE ROOM WHERE'S HE CASTING ALL THESE SPELLS FROM?"

"He hasn't cast anything yet!" Sumire shouted back.

Sitting next to her, Thought Marcus rubbed his temples.

"I am, if you would listen." Doyle said calmly. "I'm casting 'Magic Missile.'"

"Why would you cast Magic Missile?" Sumire asked. "There's nothing to attack here!"

"HEY!" Emotion Marcus cried out again from the fridge. "WHERE AM I?"

"You're at the tavern!" Sumire shouted back.

"COOL! I GET DRUNK!"

As one, Thought Marcus and Sumire sighed.

"Okay! Enough!" Sumire cried, turning to Doyle. "Gulstaff, You still carry the beating monkey's heart of Gatsu Gibi in your hand. Suddenly, a luminous being in the shape of a woman appears before you..."

"Is she pretty?"

"What?" Sumire asked, thrown off by the question.

"Is she pretty?" Doyle asked again.

"Um... Yeah, sure, I guess so..." the DM replied.

"Can I ask her to go on a date with me?"

Sumire rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine! Roll a charisma check."

Doyle rolled the dice and grinned. "Two! At last, I finally get a date."

The DM grinned. "The woman turns out to be a succubus and consumes your soul!"

"What? That's nonsense!"

Sumire turned to Thought Marcus. "Thought Marcus of Highland, you..."

"ANYONE ELSE WANT A SODA?" Emotion Marcus asked.

Sumire slammed her head into the table repeatedly. "Why me…?"

"That will cause brain damage…" Doyle noted calmly.

TTTTTTT

Blake bolted out the door and back into the hallway, slamming it closed behind and breathing heavily. "How the hell did Adrian get a kraken in here!"

Wiping some panicked sweat off a brow, he walked down the hallway about a dozen feet and opened another door. "Please be the right one…"

The scent of cigar smoke hit his nostrils and Blake stared at the four dogs seated around a circular poker table, all of them with cards in their paws and stacks of chips in front of them, all dressed to look Victorian English gentleman.

One of the dogs nudged a stack of chips toward the center of the table. "I'll raise you fifty pounds."

Blake stared.

Another dog, this one with a top hat and monocle woofed sadly and set his hand on the table face-down. "Too rich for my blood, my good fellows. I'll have to sit this hand out…"

Blake continued to stare.

The third dog glanced at his hand and then the pot and blinked he caught sight of Blake. "Ah… are you the young man with our pizza?"

"Noooooo…"

TTTTTTT

Adrian scowled and stalked towards the Hospital Room. After waking up from his fainting spell, he knew that he had only a few books on human/animal transformation available to the public, with the rest in his private wing and he also knew that while several of the Society's members were magically inclined to one degree or another, only one had managed to read and use the 'Furry Transformations' book of spells.

Tash Marquand.

She had only used it once before, but flubbed the spell up and actually turned him into a white-furred cat for a week. That had been an interesting experience… Tash had refused to let him out her sight for more than minute and managed to convince the rest of the Society that his name was 'Whiskers'. Though, she had taken very good care of him and even done all his paperwork and Librarian duties as best she could until the spell wore off.

But Adrian drew the line at people altering his anatomy without his permission. Full transformations, he could deal with. But a pair of kitty ears and a tail? No way. Bad enough that he did it to himself on accident, (he still got queasy at the memory of that squid-mix he'd become for an hour while trying to use a spell that made instant sushi), but on purpose?

She was going to get a piece of his mind, maybe two.

The Librarian pushed open the door to the Hospital Room and stepped inside. "Tash, you and I really need to talk. What's the big idea-"

He paused in mid-sentence and one foot inside the door. Tash, sitting on the edge of her bed (broken leg fully-healed) was surrounded by a group that consisted of most of the Society's women. They had been talking and giggling when Adrian had arrived, but stopped and looked up when he opened the door.

"Ummm…" Adrian frowned. "Could give Tash and I a minute? We need to talk…"

They didn't seem to hear him, their eyes glazing over slightly and fixing on his pointed ears and tail as they twitched, tracking their movements like a surface-to-air missile on a slow-moving plane.

Adrian paled considerably.

For a moment they stayed like that… and then the girls lunged at him en masse.

"BISHIE!"

"KITTY!"

"CUTE!"

He ran for his life, the crowd of girls hot on his heels.

TTTTTTT

"Captain, there are Klingons off the starboard bow!" The speaker was a man red shirt and a badge on his chest. "Shall I opening a hailing channel?

"Hold on. We're Starfleet. We come in peace." Captain James T. Kirk sat back in his chair and made a swift gesture. "Shoot to kill."

"Aye, sir!"

Blake stared around, confused. "I don't even remember opening a door to get here!"

TTTTTTT

Michael and Claire sat in one of the reading rooms, seated across from one another and playing a game of checkers. It had taken some coaxing, but Claire had managed to convince Michael to come out the his room after repeated assurances that she and the others forgave him and the darkness wouldn't be able to take control of him the Library, considering how well-lit Adrian kept it, along with the fact the Library's natural magic suppressed all foreign magic within its walls.

Michael smirked and jumped a couple of Claire's red checkers. "Got you…" He added her two the moderately-sized stack he had next his side of the board.

His girlfriend pouted cutely at him. "No fair. Just because you're possessed doesn't mean you have to win every game like that… why not let me win for a change?"

The Gary-Stu Gutter chuckled and started to reset the playing board. "I've only won a few games, Claire…"

"Twenty out of twenty-one we've played!"

"Well, then this is your chance to start evening the score, now isn't it?"

She scowled and then leaned over the board, pecking him on the cheek. "If I wasn't in love with you, I'd say you were being sarcastic…"

He chuckled and smiled at her. "Now, why would you think that…?

"No! No! Get away from me! I don't want collar or ribbons!" Adrian dashed past the back of Michael's chair, the crowd of girls seconds behind, all of them waving kitty collars, ribbons, bows and lace as they chased him, still squealing 'BISHIE!', 'KITTY!', and 'SO CUTE!'

"Ummmm…" Claire blinked and stared, lifting her finger to half-point in confusion at the space behind Michael. "Did I just see…?"

"Adrian turned into a cat being chased by most of the Society's girls?" Michael continued to set up the checkers. "Yep."

"But how… why…"

"Eh. You get used to it…" Michael reached over and started setting up his girlfriend's pieces, she was still busy staring.

"For the love of God, stop chasing me! And get away from me with that glitter!" Adrian ran screaming past them in the opposite direction, girls still hot his heels and now waving jars of glitter, sheets of stickers and hair gel.

Claire stared after them as the strange procession vanished out the door, Adrian's shouts growing fainter and fainter. "Shouldn't we… like… do something?"

"I've learned it's best not to interfere." Michael shuddered a little at the memory of the last time he'd gotten between the girls and their target. "I didn't even know you could do that with a spork…"

TTTTTTT

A red-haired, red-armored fighter drew a sword, while a man in a red cap and feathered had drew a dagger while a woman in white muttered under her breath and a man in blue, face hidden by his hat, gestured with his hands, fire dancing around his fingertips.

"So you are the Light Warriors?" A tall, armored knight with a rich velvet cape and horns on his helm stood proud and clanked his fist against his chest plate. "I, Garland, will knock you all down!"

Blake stared at the scene in front from and then down at his hands. "I've gone 8-bit…."

TTTTTTT

"Where could he be?" Harriet frowned as she and the other girls looked around the massive room they were in, checking between bookshelves and behind the chairs. "We saw him come in here and this room only has the one door!"

"Hmmmm…" Kate checked behind a pillar, shaking a jar of glitter in her hand. "Do you think the red or the blue glitter would look good in his hair?"

Tash walked out from between some bookshelves, twirling a kitty collar on one finger. "Personally, I just want to put a collar and leash on him and get some pictures…"

"Dirty-minded, aren't we?" Camille asked, dropping to the ground. "And he's not on the tops of the shelves, either."

"Are you kidding?" Tash snickered and rubbed her hands together with a satisfied look on her face. "I sell some of those photos to the tabloids, and I'll be able to pay off my university debt!"

"Well, none of that will happen if we don't find him!" Harriet harrumphed, hands on her hips as she looked around. "Where could he have gotten to?"

"He's on the ceiling, kyaa~…" Aster poked her head from around a bookshelf and everyone jumped a little. She pointed upwards. "See?"

All of the girls craned their necks and indeed, Adrian was on the ceiling, hugging it bodily and for dear life.

Tash's jaw dropped. "How the hell did he manage that! And how are we supposed to get him down!"

"No problem…" Aster walked out from behind the shelf, pulling a little red wagon stacked high with various manga volumes with a grunt. "His claws aren't long enough for him to do that…"

Up on the ceiling, Adrian blinked once. "They aren't?" Then gravity kicked in and he fell with a yelp to the floor and a smash. "…ow…"

The Librarian lifted his head and glared at Aster, who smiled sweetly at him. "How much manga do you have on that wagon?"

"Half of the Library's total."

He raised an eyebrow. "And is it going to wind up back on the shelves when you're done with it?"

"Maybe…"

"You wanna re-phrase that? Or do I get to lock you into the fourth Uglies book again?"

She flinched at the mention and then sighed. "Okay, it will…"

"Good." He jumped to his feet and dusting off his trenchcoat. Then he frowned at her. "How'd you get free of the duct-tape!"

Several floors below, Kyle scratched his head as the ruins of the wall in front of him. "I don't understand…who could such a thing?" He nudged a bit of the debris a foot. "But at least the duct-tape held…"

Aster scratched her head, looking confused. "Kyaa… I don't remember… was it the explosives? Or did I use that last time and this time I used the acid…?"

"WHAT!" Adrian twitched. "You have explosives? In my Library?" Before his irritation could reach its peak, he suddenly remembered he was being chased and ran away screaming bloody murder as the girls clamored after him.

Aster watched them go and then turned to her wagon, scratching her head. "So many manga, so little time…"

TTTTTTTTT

"What! This is madness!" The Persian messenger stammered, suddenly fearful of his life as he glanced around wildly for help and found none.

"Madness?" King Leonidas took a step towards the messenger, a sneer on his face as he kicked the messenger in the gut and sent him tumbling back into the Pit of Death. "THIS… IS… SPARTA!"

Seconds passed, and then Blake fell out the sky and into the pit, screaming, "I… AM… SO… LOST!"

TTTTTTT

The Librarian skidded into his office and slammed the door behind him, yanking out a key ring with about two dozen keys on it and slipped one into the door, locking it tight with a 'click!' and breathing out a sigh of relief.

Running a hand through his hair and frowning as he felt his new cat ears twitch as his fingers brushed them. "Man… I thought I'd never lose those girls…."

He walked around to his desk and flopped down in the chair with a deep sigh, rubbing his face. "I haven't had this much trouble since I tried to teach them 'Boot to the Head'." Another sigh escaped him and he closed his eyes, losing himself in the memory that had happened shortly after the Society had moved into the Library. "But then, that went much better than this…"

-Flashback-

Adrian sat cross-legged on a mat, with the others sitting in rows facing him, also sitting on mats. They were in the Library's training room, but right now, all of the equipment had been pushed aside to clear the center. "Learning 'Boot to the Head' requires not only a fit body, but a fit mind. To learn how to do it, you must learn the ways on your own soul. Meditate with me on this now... aaahhh-ooohmmmm..."

The rest of the Society's members joined in.

A hand shot up as they meditated. "Ummm… hey… Adrian…!"

The Librarian cocked his head. "Who disturbs our meditation like a ripple disturbs the pond?"

A girl with blue eyes and waist-length blonde hair stood up. "Me, Tash. You know, the Chief Agent?"

He blinked. "Tash? What kind of name is that?"

Tash ignored him and continued speaking. "I don't mean to be rude, but since I've had kickboxing training, can you teach me it right now, 'cause I've got a presentation back home that I need get done or it will kill my grades.."

Adrian shook his head. "Tash, you can't learn 'Boot to the Head' so easily. It takes time and effort and patience."

"Okay." She nodded sagely. "How long are we talking about? An hour, two hours… a day…?"

He clasped his hands in his lap. "To one who is mastering the 'Boot to the Head', time has no meaning. A year as is a day."

"A year!" Tash frowned at him. "But I've got a presentation due soon! I need to learn it now!"

The Librarian frowned at her. "Maybe you should schedule your work in the Library at a different time, then so you can get your schoolwork done!"

"I'm doing paperwork when I'm here or going out on missions! I don't have any spare time to learn this!"

"That's not my problem, now is it?"

Tash stomped her foot. "Now listen here! I need to learn this and I need to get my presentation done, so why don't you teach it to me right now and then I'll be done with it?"

Adrian sighed. "Alright then… step forwards…"

"Finally…" Tash walked up to Adrian, standing about two feet away from him. "Now… what do I do?"

"First, get into a combat stance…" He waited as Tash slid into a kickboxing stance. "Boot to the Head!" SCHWOOSH-FWUMP!

No one saw what happened, but after the noise, Tash was suddenly on the ground, a shoeprint on her face, twitching in pain. "OW! YOU BOOTED ME IN THE HEAD!

Adrian looked down at her, hands on his hips. "You're lucky, Tash. So few learn 'Boot to the Head' so fast…"

"Yeah, yeah… well, I wasn't ready!" Tash got back to her feet, and slid into another kickboxing stance, a determined look on her face. "Okay, Library-boy, try that again!"

"Boot to the Head!" SCHWOOSH-FWUMP!

"Ackies!" Tash collapsed again, a second shoeprint on her face. Scowling, she clambered back to her feet and shot a kick at Adrian's head. "Now try it!"

"Boot to the Head!" SCHWOOSH-FWUMP!

"Ow…" Tash groaned and lolled about on the floor. "Oh… mind if I just lie here and let my bones knit for a minute…?"

Adrian turned back to the rest of the Agents, many of whom were looking somewhat impressed and a tad surprised at the moaning Tash on the floor. "Now then, class, we shall…" He frowned he noticed Blake, who had been sitting in the front row, was now standing up. "Yes, what is it?"

"I would like to show you what I've learned, Adrian." Blake said respectfully. "First, anger is a weapon only to one's opponent…"

The Librarian nodded. "Good, good, you were paying attention…"

A small smirk appeared on Blake's face. "Second, get in the first shot! Boot to the Head!" SCHWOOSH-FWUMP!

Adrian blinked and turned his head to the left, where Blake's foot was extended over his shoulder. "You missed…"

"Um… ah… well…" Blake paled a little and retracted his foot.

"You, too, shall learn a lesson."

"No… really, I don't need…" He waved nervously and shuffled step back. "I think I've learned all I need-"

"Boot to the Head!" SCHWOOSH-FWUMP!

"Awww… ohhhh…" Blake twitched a little on the floor, shoeprint on his face. "…ow…"

Hands on hips, Adrian surveyed the remaining Society Agents. "Can anyone tell me what has been learned here today?"

Michael stood up. "We've learned that not a single one of us could defeat you."

"Good…"

"So we have to gang up you! Get him, guys!" The Society Agents leapt to their feet and charged.

"Boot to the Head!" SCHWOOSH-FWUMP! SCHWOOSH-FWUMP! SCHWOOSH-FWUMP! SCHWOOSH-FWUMP! SCHWOOSH-FWUMP!

Seconds later, Adrian was sitting cross-legged on the floor again, surrounding by moaning and groaning Society Agents with shoeprints on their faces. "Now let us meditate… ahhh—oohh…"

-End Flashback-

The Librarian stretched his arms above his head. "Then again, the girls certainly weren't as determined as they are now…" He pulled out a desk drawer. "I wonder if I've got any candy left…"

Just then, a bookcase swung inwards and girls stood in the passageway behind it, Tash clapping her hands. "Ha! I told you there was a secret corridor between our offices!"

Adrian's eyes widened and he scrambled for the doorway, leaping over his desk in one motion and scrabbling for the lock even as the girl's descended on him…

TTTTTTTTT

Red and green light flashed and sparked as Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader fought across the Emperor's private room aboard the Death Star II, while the withered old Sith Lord sat on his throne and watched the two fight, laughing and cackling.

"Join us, my son…" Vader shoved Luke backwards with his blade and brought it up in a guard position. "It is your destiny…"

"No! Never!" Luke yelled and charged, a whirl of limbs and lightsaber and sparks flew as the two clashed again.

Up on a catwalk, Blake watched the fight a moment longer and then started jogging down towards a door. "I knew I should have taken a left turn at Albuquerque…"

TTTTTTTTT

In the Library's basement, the Sues and Stus were all locked away in individual, barred cells.

Harrison cracked his knuckles, glaring at his opponent. "This for the championship…"

Silver tucked a strand of his hair behind of his ears, looking incredibly smug. "It has already been decided. I will win, for I am perfect."

"Right…" The Dragonball Z Stu cracked his neck and flexed, muscles bulging. "I'll squash you like a bug!"

"You may try…" Silver narrowed his eyes. "But you will fail!"

They glared murderously at one another, sparks flashing midway between their eyes and the tension so thick you could cut if with a knife…

Then they clasped their hands together and said in unison: "One, two, three, four! I declare thumb war!"

Across the way, Mary-Ann moaned and rubbed her temples, trying to relieve her massive headache. "At least they aren't playing Bloody Knuckles anymore… but still… best one-fifty-one out of two hundred! Are those two really that competitive or just that dumb!"

Silver's voice floated over. "Snake in the grass is cheating, you spiky-haired twit!"

"Ha! I thought a perfect being like you was ready for anything!"

The female Sue moaned again and banged her on the wall. "Why me…?"

TTTTTTTTT

Blake emerged into a hallway and glanced around, looking greatly relieved that he was back in the Library. "Finally!" Shutting the door behind him, he took a moment to get a stock of his surroundings… only to see Adrian running towards him, the crowd of girls hot on his heels.

His eyes widened. "Oh… no…"

"Hi, Blake! Bye, Blake!" Adrian vaulted over his friend, not slowing down in the slightest, shouting over his shoulder. "I'm sorry about this!"

Blake didn't have time to respond as the crowd of girls ran over him, leaving a cloud of dust in their wake. When it cleared, Blake lay on the ground, limbs twitching and covered in dust and shoeprints. "…this… isn't… my day…"

A few seconds later, Michael and Claire, arm-in-arm, came walking by and glanced down at him with concern on their faces. "Hey, Blake. Are you okay?"

"Snake… Snake!... Snake!" Blake murmured, his eyes little cartoon swirls.

"He's delirious…" Claire said as she and her boyfriend bent down and picked Blake up by the arms.

"Back to normal, eh?" Michael and Claire gripped their friend's arms and guided him down the hallway. "C'mon, buddy, let's get you to the Med Bay and have you checked out."

"I'm sorry, officer… the boulder didn't signal for a turn…"

TTTTTTTTT

It was late at night as Adrian sat in the computer chair, the only light in the room being the one from the screen and finally managed having to escape the girls due to the fact they tired themselves out. Though the Library didn't have any windows or doors out, as there was only trans-dimensional space outside and most sentient minds would implode trying to comprehend it, it operated on a twenty-four hour cycle, with twelve hours of 'day' and twelve of 'night'.

The Librarian frowned and rubbed his chin as he leaned back in the chair. "What on earth could the Sues and Stus want with these items…" He clicked a few buttons and the screen split into seven different segments, each one having the picture of a rare, magical item that rotated slowly on their vertical axis.

The Holy Grail Copy Runoa had stolen from the Librarian... after the battle in Fate/Stay Night; she'd vanished off the radar and taken the Grail with her, much to Adrian's irritation. (What does she need it for? Why doesn't she use it for something?)

Next to the Grail was a European broadsword, with an elegantly-decorated blue-and-gold hilt and razor-sharp edge. It was an Excalibur, stolen from one of the many Arthurian fandoms a few days ago. With some many versions of the King Arthur legend out there, Adrian knew it was only a matter of time before a Sue or Stu tried to grab one. But what worried him was that they had stolen this Excalibur from a particularly realistic fandom, where Excalibur had most of the powers attributed to it, but not the belt, which would have been a boon to anyone, as it kept the wearing from dying from injuries, no matter how fatal. (Why take the sword and not the belt? Such an item would be invaluable to any Sue or Stu...)

In the third box was a long-handled lance, with a silver tip that had some dried blood on it. It was the Spear of Destiny, said to have pierced the side of Jesus Christ as he hung on the cross and let blood and water flow from his side. While Adrian didn't know if that really true or not (the Library possessed hundreds of copies of the four Gospels and for the life of him, he couldn't tell which ones were the originals.), the Spear was quite powerful in its own right and this one had been taken from the Constantine fandom, where it had pierced the side of Jesus. (It's a holy artifact, no matter how you look at it. Still, the Sues aren't particularly religious and such items can only be used by the faithful… so what would they need it for? Unless they want a fancy shish-ki-bob?)

Next to the Spear was a chunk of stone, roughly three wide and four feet tall. The bottom half was missing, looking like it was broken away. It was a copy of the famous Rosetta Stone, which held the same announcement written in Greek and Egyptian on it. It was the missing link that had allowed scholars to finally crack the language of hieroglyphs and tie many of the Mediterranean dialects together with the root language of Latin. (It's a hunk of rock. An important hunk of rock, but still… it's useless today. We can translate any language into any other and Sues and Stus automatically pick them up… so why this stone?)

Fifth in line was a medium-sized vial, filled with crystal clear water that sparkled a little. Despite its plain looks, Adrian knew it to be vial water from the Fountain of Youth. (In real life, the fountain was never found, but there have been plenty of stories that involved it… and just like the other items, the Sues and Stus don't need it, because they don't age at all after a point. It's part of their nature.)

Next was a book bound in black leather, with blood-red writing on the cover in some strange, runic language, with about a dozen bookmarks sticking out of it at various intervals. It was the Necrominicon, a legendary and infamous book said to reveal hundreds of dark and terrible secrets of black magic and elder gods… but merely reading it wore on the reader's sanity until they snapped. Adrian posses several copies of the Necrominicon, locked away in a private room attached to his office only he could get into. (Such an evil and dangerous item might draw a Sue's attention. They aren't exactly pure evil, only power-hungry and arrogant, and the Necrominicon would give access to great power, but I doubt even Sue's would risk be taken over by it… so why want it?)

He glanced at the seventh item and a frown crossed his face. It was a white marble tablet, roughly two feet tall and a foot wide. It was the Tabula Rasa (Blank Slate), and legends said that you could write any question on it and get an answer to it. It was the greatest encyclopedia in the universe and Adrian's Codex of Index, which let him access any book in the Library, no matter where he was, was based off it. In fact, the Tabula Rasa had been under Adrian's guardianship. He'd locked in an off-limits hall of the Library and set all the traps and wards he could think of around it. But he'd been suspicious when the Society learned that Willowe had freed the Elementals. There wasn't any gain for her in the move and he'd quickly taken an inventory and found that she's use the Elementals as a distraction, swiping Tabula Rasa from right under his nose like the Sue she was. After that, he'd quickly upped the security on the Library. (While I'm upset she managed to steal it, I'm not too worried. No one can get it to work. Some say that you need a legendary writing instrument, but if there is one, I've never found it. So why would she want it…?)

The Librarian stared at the seven items on the screen, lost in thought. He knew that if the Sues and Stus wanted them, the items must be important. But why? He couldn't think of anything that linked the seven or why a Sue or Stu would want one… (I know there's a connection to these seven somewhere, but what is it!)

"Mmm… neh? What's with all the light?"

"MROWR!" Startled, Adrian jumped, jerked out of his thoughts by the sudden intrusion. He spun his chair around and blinked in surprised at the pajama-wearing form in the doorway. "Tash? What are you doing up so late?"

Dressed in sky-blue PJs and her hair a bit of a mess, the Society's Chief Agent rubbed at an eye sleepily. "Had a nightmare, couldn't get back to sleep." She stifled a yawn. "Wanted to get something to snack on, but got couldn't find the kitchen in the dark. Saw the light, thought someone was up, too."

The Librarian smiled and got up, heading for the door. "I'm just doing some research, but now that you mention it, I could use a snack, too. C'mon, let's go see what we can scrounge up..."

TTTTTTT

Ten minutes later, the pair was seated in one of the reading rooms, a plate of cookies and a teapot on the coffee table between them. Tash was sprawled out one of the couches while Adrian had thrown his trenchcoat over the back of a cushy armchair and sat down, sipping at his tea.

The blonde-haired girl grabbed a cookie off the plate and munched on it. "So the Sues want these seven items for a reason?"

"Yes, though I can't imagine what for…" Adrian sipped at his tea, looking thoughtful. "Seven is the most powerful magical number and if you can gather items that strong enough individually, you can multiply their combined power greatly. But none of the seven items have anything in common, so they're magic would cancel one another out."

"What about the Spear and Excalibur? Tash asked, taking another bite of cookie. "They're both weapons, aren't they?"

He shook his head. "Not really. The Spear is a holy artifact and Excalibur is a weapon of war. They're cross-purposes and while they do connect somewhat, what about the other five items?" A scowl crossed his face as he took another drink of tea. "None of what has happened recently makes any sense and it's beginning to bug me. We're doing well against the Sues and Stus, but right now we're fighting in the dark. I don't like it."

Tash nodded her agreement as she picked her tea cup up, blowing on it to cool it. "I know, but right now we have to do the best we can. Hopefully, the rest will take care of itself…" She sipped her tea and then looked a little surprised and pleased after swallowing. "This is really good…. what is it?"

The white-haired teen chuckled a little at the expression on her face, cat ears twitching in amusement. "It's an herbal blend of my own make. It helps me relax and focus. I have a lot of late nights."

She frowned a little at him over her cup. "I've noticed that, too. You're always up whenever I get up and I've never even seen you sleep at all." She nibbled on a cookie. "Do you sleep?"

"Not that often…"

"What! Everyone needs sleep!"

He looked a little uncomfortable as he re-filled his teacup. "I try not to sleep when I can help it. Too many nightmares." He waved bits of steam away from his drink. "Luckily, a monk taught me a type of mediation that helps. One or two hours of that every night is just as good as eight hours of sleep."

Tash's frown became concerned. "Nightmares? What are they about?"

"Oh, this and that." He said airily, busying himself by taking a drink of tea. "Demons, boring teachers, Michael Jackson, delivering speeches with my pants down... you know, typical nightmare stuff."

"Don't lie to me, Adrian. It doesn't become you." The British girl told him with a quiet firmness. "They aren't typical nightmares if they make the powerful Librarian want to skip sleeping entirely for god-knows-how long. Now… tell me about them?"

He sipped his tea, but she continued to look at him levelly until he finally sighed and set his cup down the table. "You know… I never told you guys how I became the Librarian…"

"What's that got do to with-"

Adrian held up a hand and cut her off. "Just listen. Please?" After she nodded, he continued. "A long, long time ago, there was a little boy who wanted to be a hero of justice and save everyone. So he trained very hard and never gave up on his beliefs. Eventually, he started doing just that, saving people who needed it.

"But the chasm between ideals and reality is huge, larger than the boy could imagine. To his shock and horror, he found himself killing those who tried to harm or destroy others. He continued to fight and try to save everyone, but more often then not, he was forced to sacrifice the few to save the many…"

"…The choice all heroes have to face eventually…" Tash murmured quietly, face solemn.

He nodded. "Yes… but the boy refused to give up on his ideals and did whatever he could to save everyone, only to have to kill more and more to protect people. Betrayed by the blood on his hands and unable to accept the fact his ideals were worthless, the boy continued to fight and save, desperately trying to convince himself that he wasn't wrong, that everyone could be saved. But time wore on and the eventually, the boy was forced to make a sacrifice - the powers that be would save this group of people he trying to protect and in exchange, he would serve them.

"So the deal was made and the people saved, but a short while later, a horrible, horrible thing happened. One of the people the boy had saved that day was a viscous and cruel man, corrupt with power and he quickly became a tyrant, cruelly ruling the people and when the boy tried to stop him, the tyrant captured and turned the boy into a scapegoat." A note of bitterness crept into the Librarian's voice. "The boy was beheaded in front of a cheering, screaming that shouted for his death."

Tash, pale and upset, set her teacup down, not trusting herself to keep from spilling it. "You were that boy…"

"Yes…" Adrian looked down at his cup. "And soon after that, I found myself as the Librarian, a Counter Guardian…"

"Counter Guardian?"

"When a threat rises up that is a danger to the whole of existence, Counter Guardians are sent to stop it." The bitterness in his voice grew. "So, to save thousands, I kill hundreds and to save millions, I kill thousands…"

"That's horrible…" Tash looked at him, concern all over her features. "…hug?"

He smiled weakly. "Thank you, but I don't deserve one…"

The Chief Agent quickly stood up and stepped over the table, practically falling over herself as she wrapped her arms tightly around him. "You're getting one anyway and you're going to like it!"

Adrian was stiff for a few moments and then returned the hug, a small smile on his face. "…Thank you…"

"Do you regret it?" Tash murmured, head on his shoulder as she continued to hug him. "Making that choice? To save those people?"

"No… and yes…" He sighed and released her, stepping away from the embrace and turning away, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry… I'm a complete mess…"

"You're not a mess!" Tash said fiercely from behind him. "You've done so much for us! Given us the Library, help fight the Sues and Stus, keep things organized, help out when we need it."

"So?" Adrian muttered, staring bitterly at the bookshelf in front of him. "It's only temporary. Eventually, the war will be over and you guys will leave and move on…"

The British girl looked confused. "Well, yes, but what's that matter now? It's a long time from right now…"

"Not to me it isn't!" He spun around, emotion flashing on his face and Tash took a step back, startled. "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm a damn immortal! I don't age! I can't die like that!"

"Immortal…" Tash, surprise, confusion and a little fear flashing across her face, murmured. "What are you talking about!"

"Do you know what it's like, being the Librarian!" Adrian snapped, but he seemed to be talking aloud rather than to Tash. "I have to sit in this goddamned building and watch countless innocents and suffer, because that's 'part of the plan'! Billions of people… entire civilizations… whole worlds… I watched them all die…all this power and I had to watch them die…"

"Adrian…?" Tash asked softly, concerning growing on her face at the faraway look that had appeared in Adrian's eyes.

"I've lived so long… and I've watched them go… family… friends…" He whispered so quietly that she had to strain to hear him, hands shaking slightly. "They're killed in front of me… and all I can do is pick up the pieces… and late at night, when it gets real quiet, I can hear them…"

"Adrian?" She touched his shoulder gently, her concern growing when he didn't react. "Hear who…?"

"Them… the people I've killed… they're screaming at me…" Face suddenly pale, Adrian continued to speak. "They're always screaming…"

His legs bucked and Tash moved to catch him, barely managing to catch him and keep them both upright "Adrian!"

"They scream, begging not die and I kill them anyway and they scream for my soul and I'm afraid and they scream and ask me why and I don't know… I don't know!" He moaned in pain and clutched his head, shaking badly. "Hundreds… thousands… more…. I've killed them all and they won't stop screaming at me! Every night, I hear them!"

He shuddered and shook his head, as if he were trying to rid himself of the voices. "I can't take it… why am I even alive anymore?" Another moan of pain. "Why aren't I dead?"

"Stop it!" A hand clamped over his mouth and Tash pulled him close to her, wrapping an arm around him, tears filling up in her eyes. "Just stop it!"

The Librarian shuddered and blinked, looking up at her as if it had just registered she was there. "Wha… Tash…?"

She cuddled him close. "Please, don't say that you want to die… I don't want you to die." The hand that had been on his mouth stroked his head softly, tears dripping into his hair. "Please…"

Adrian didn't know why, but he cuddled closer to her, hugging her tightly. "I'm… so alone, Tash…" Tears filled his eyes and he buried his face into her pajama top, crying. "It hurts so much… and I'm so… alone… I don't… want to be alone anymore…"

"Shhh, it's okay… it's okay.." She stroked his cheek softly and kissed the top of his head. "You don't have to be alone anymore…"

He sniffled. "It hurts… so much… and I can't… I can't take it…"

"It doesn't have to hurt anymore…" Tash tilted his chin up to look at her with a pair of fingers, smiling at him. "I promise…" She kissed his forehead. "You won't be alone… and it'll stop hurting…" Then she leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips once, twice, three times.

For a moment, Adrian didn't know what to do and then he found himself returning her kisses hesitatingly. "Tash…"

"Shhh…" She pressed her fingers to her lips and then pushed him over so that he landed on back-first onto the couch, pulling herself on top of him, planting a soft, loving kiss on his lips again. "It's okay…"

He wrapped his arms around her instinctively, confusion written on his face. "What's… why… I…?" He was silenced as she placed a hand over his mouth.

Her hands reached up and she gently petted the kitty ears atop his head, smiling when they twitched at her touch and a low purr built up from Adrian. "My kitty…" She kissed him again. "My Adrian… my Librarian…" Another kiss. "…all mine…"

"Yours?" He blinked up at her, still looking confused.

She sat up on his chest, stroking his cheek. "I was so frightened when you were impaled by all those swords and you didn't move when I cried your name…" Her hand brushed his bangs out from his eyes. "I was so happy when you survived and woke up… .it was then I decided I wasn't going to let you do that again… ever…"

Adrian shifted and frowned. "You've… been attracted to me…?"

"Of course, silly…" Her hand tugged gently at his ear and she let out a giggle when it flicked at her while she traced a pattern across his chest with a finger slowly. "I've always thought you were cute since I've met you… but it was when you fought Runoa that I realized how much you meant to me… that I loved you…"

"Love me?" He pulled her hand away from his head, blushing. "Tash, you can't fall in… you can't. I'm immortal, there's no way it'll…"

He was cut off as she cupped his cheek and kissed him again softly, smiling after she pulled away after several moments. "It'll be okay… I promise…."

"You can't promise that…" He blushed again and turned his head away. "I'm not even human…."

She lay down and rested her head on his chest. "I hear a heartbeat. You're human, Adrian. In fact, you're the most human person I know…" She lifted her head and pulled his around to look at her. "You try to hide your pain away and you do so much for us… for me… you suffer so much without complaining, without asking for anything in return. If that's not human, I don't know what is…"

He frowned again and looked somewhat upset, but didn't say anything, but she simply leaned forwards and kissed him again. This time, he couldn't help but smile and blush and she smiled warmly back him. "Now… sleep for me?"

"I told you, I don't sleep." Adrian shuddered slightly. "The nightmares…"

"Hush.." Tash put a finger to his lips and pulled the blanket from the back of the couch on top of them. "Trust me, my love. I promise that you will have no nightmares tonight…"

He looked long and deep into her eyes and then nodded slowly, his own eyes sliding closed. "I trust you…"

Tash curled up and cuddled herself on top of him and reaching over his head to turn off the lamp that had been illuminating the room. Darkness reigned and after a few minutes, she felt his breathing change and knew he was asleep. Smiling to herself, she pulled the blanket further over them.

But Tash Marquand did not sleep. She cuddled her love and kept watch for the things that might take her love's peace away.

TTTTTTT

Somewhere else in the Library, Blake rubbed his eyes and scooped the cards in front of him into a pile. "There…" He shuffled the stack and set it face-down in front of him. "My deck's as ready it'll ever be."
After recovering from his somewhat painful and very odd experiences of the day, he'd retired to his room and spent several hours reworking his deck, trying to make use of the new card Adrian and the others had given him.

Flicking off his desk lamp, Blake clambered into bed and was asleep almost instantly, knowing that when he dueled Flare, he was ready….

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Elsewhere, Michael and Claire, snuggled together in his bed, blanket pulled up over top of them.
Claire stirred and Michael opened eyes, smiling at her sleeping face and kissing her forehead gently before closing his eyes and going back to sleep himself, confident that the darkness inside of him would not take control anymore…

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All over the Library, the Society's members slept quietly and unworried in their beds. Though the war would still be there tomorrow and it would be long and hard, tonight peace reigned and right now, it was enough…