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It had happened in the space of an hour – she had gone from princess to prisoner just like that – and now she waited for the King's Council to decide her fate.

Yet while she waited a strange thing happened – Sir Griswold called on her.

The first day he called to inform her that the Council had declared her father an usurper and traitor to the crown.

The second day he called to inform her the Council had decided that death by beheading was to be her father's punishment. He had held her hand and spoke so gently while telling her – as if she cared a fig what happened to her father, the man had never cared for her.

The third day Sir Griswold brought news of the other Lords that would join her father in death and also a book of poetry, “something to help you pass the time, I have heard much of your love of reading”.

And so the days slipped by with Sir Griswold bringing her the day's tidings and some small gift – a cup full of fresh berries, a bit of silk thread, a small helping of sugared dates, and several more books.

One day he didn't say anything just held out a small eyeglass. “They killed her?” Gwendolyn was surprised at the tremor in her voice. “No, your highness, but she was deemed too dangerous to keep her powers so they had her eyes put out.”

Then came the day she had been fearing, the day the council called for her.

The Council questioned her but it was half-heartedly – they already had knowledge of her residence at a convent during the time her father lead his attack on the royal family – and the man, no longer Giacomo, spoke on her behalf, then she was sent back to her room to await the Council's decision.

Sir Griswold came to her late in the day, just as the sun was setting, “Your highness, the council has declared that you had no part of your father's actions.”

She let out a sigh of relief as she crossed herself, “Saints be praised.”

“Yet...”

“What is it?”

“The Council has declared you free but all your family's holding were forfeit to the crown,” Sir Griswold looked stricken.

“And I have no family that would support me.”

“It was suggested that you write to the convent you were educated at.”

Gwendolyn turned from him and walked over to the window, return to the covent? And not as a student but a novice? Unthinkable!

“Or...”

She turned back to Sir Griswold, “Yes?”

He looked at her steadily for a moment before saying, “My offer still stands, I would be your husband if you'd have me.”

Gwendolyn was stunned, after everything that had happened – her father killed and she left with nothing – he would still marry her? “Why?”

“Because I love you.”

The witch was right after all, she though, I will marry for love, and with a laugh she threw herself into the arms of her lover.

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"Tell Me of Your Yesterdays" - 13/13

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AG 499 / AD 2006

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The second sun was casting the last of its light across the valley of the clan. Raw watched as Kalm and two other boys stood in the center of the village waiting for it to set, waited for the first torch to be lit so they could leave for their walk-out. Raw let the memories of his own walk out play through his mind before turning to look at his sister's son.

The sun set and a howl went up from the edge of the village; the walk-out had begun.

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Jeb Cain walked out of the cabin with a heavy heart.

A resistance group had past by two nights ago looking for shelter and his mother had been happy to feed them and let them sleep in the barn.

That night Jeb had stayed up listening to the stories the fighters told, the supply convoys that they had raided, the Longcoat units that they had taken prisoner, the Witch's store houses that they had blow up.

By the morning Jeb was sure that it was his duty to help out with some thing more then just food and a place to sleep.

His mother just didn't understand his desperate need to join the resistance group. But Jeb was sure that this was the right thing, after all he was the same age as his father had been when he applied to be a Tin Man – someone who's life was dedicated to protecting others.

He turned back to look at the cabin one last time and he was sure there was a flutter of the front room curtains.

Jeb raised a hand and waved good-bye to his mother and turned to catch up with the resistance fighters and his duty.

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Some thing was wrong. No walk out had ever taken more then five days, but this group of boys had been going for over a week and no trace of them could be found.

“Longcoats.” the Elders whispered to one another and the whole pride knew that it was true. For years the Longcoats had been taking Viewers - Raw's father Lylo among the first - but they had always taken adults, never children.

Raw had been listening to the talk for days and just couldn't stand it any more. Gathering a few supplies, Raw slipped out of the pride lands and headed towards the Witch's tower.

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It was DG's day off and she was enjoying it in high style; after a morning of sleeping in, she was getting ready to take a hot bath.

“DG!” Her mother called to her from downstairs.

Letting out a sigh DG looked at the tub, then at the door. Maybe she could pretend to not have heard the call.

As if hearing her thoughts and disliking them, a sharp rap came on the door, “DG?”

DG opened the door to see what her Mom needed, “Yes?”

Her mother's face was pale, “You need to... There is a man here.”

As her mother stumbled over her worlds DG felt her blood run cold. She quickly stepped around her mom, ran down the stairs and into the living room.

“Mrs. Nicholas Cooper?” An officer in dress uniform stood in the middle of the room.

“No.” DG whispered. “No, no, no.”

“Ma'am, I'm so sorry to inform you that your husband has died in the line of duty.”

DG slumped in to her mother's arms, crying out Nick's name, as the world turned black.

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Raw crouched by the small fire he had built by the edge of the papay fields. He had failed Kalm, he had failed his family, he had failed his pride.

For three days he had waited in the woods by the Witch's Tower before the convoy came in. There were trucks full of men, food, supplies, and prisoners.

Kalm and the other boys had looked so scared, but Raw knew he couldn't just go charging in. So he watched, waiting for a chance, but that chance never came.

The four Longcoats became seven, the seven Longcoats became ten, and then the prisoners were unloaded and marched in to the tower.

Raw curled closer to the fire. It was his fault, he was a coward.

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AG 500 / AD 2007

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It was his fault. If only he hadn't gone off and left her all alone. He should have been there to catch the warnings.

Jeb crumpled the note that had come into camp for him this morning. The note telling him of his mothers sickness.

“Zek! Find me a horse,” he called to the young man who had been placed under his command. “I need to go to the south-lands.”

“But sir... After the last attack...” Zek stuttered, “You're in command.”

Jeb wheeled to face him, “Well then, I command you to find me a horse. My mother is dying and I damn well am going to be there!”

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She couldn't take it any more. The stares, the whispers, the over bearing sympathy that threatened to smoother her.

It was two weeks after the day she turned 18
all dressed in white, going to the church that night
She had his box of letters in the passenger seat,
six pence in her shoe
something borrowed, something blue
and when the church doors opened up wide she put her veil down trying to hide the tears oh
she just couldn’t believe it
she heard the trumpets from the military band and the flowers fell out of her hands

Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go
I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
I cant even breathe
It's like I'm, looking from a distance, standing in the background
Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now,
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream

The preacher man said let us bow our heads and pray
lord please lift his soul and heal this hurt
then the congregation all stood up and sang the saddest song that she ever heard
then they handed her a folded up flag and
she held on to all she had left of him oh and what could’ve been
and then guns rang one last shot and it felt like a bullet in her heart

Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go
I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
I can't even breathe
It's like I'm, looking from a distance, standing in the background
Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now,
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream

Oh,Oh Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go
I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
Ohh i'll never know
It's like I'm, looking from a distance, standing in the background
Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now,
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream

Oh this is just a dream

After the funeral DG had poured out her sadness into a song and that had left her empty. Empty of tears, empty of emotion, empty of life.

Maybe if she could get out, get away from here and all the memories this place held of Nick. Maybe she could start over and feel some thing again.

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The door to his cell rolled up and Lylo turned to see the Sorceress and Raynz standing there, wanting him.

For years he had answered their orders to feel out the intentions of this person or read the thoughts of that person. For years he had watched as other Viewers had been captured and brought to the tower, as they died trying to please the Sorceress demand for knowledge. Lylo didn't even know how long it had been, so long since he last felt the suns on his face or smelled the grass as it grew.

He had seen a group of cubs being brought some time ago. Word had reached him that one of the cubs was from his pride-lands. That he was the son of Sabra. But could that be true? Could he really have been in this dark place for that long?

Lylo shuddered as he was hooked to the water viewer. “Show me the future.” The Sorceress whispered in his ear. Lylo was the only one who could do this, three others had died trying before the Sorceress believed that.

Lylo turned his thoughts in, then out along the dusky paths of the maybe. He saw Longcoats riding over the land, he saw the emerald – so large in the witch's dreams, but so tiny in size – held in the sorceress hand. Then suddenly there was something Lylo had never felt before.

It was a light, just a pin prick. It was calling to him. Softly, faintly, but it was there. Where is there, Lylo wondered and the sight of a small house came to him along with the feeling that called itself... other side.

“General Lonot, awaken a travel storm, take a company of men and slip through to the other side.” Lylo suddenly came to himself too late. He should have tried to keep the light a secret. “Find this light...” the Sorceress said, “and extinguish it.”

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"Tell Me of Your Yesterdays" - 12/13

Disclaimer: "The Wizard of Oz" is owned by the estate of L. Frank Baum. "Tin Man" is owned by its various production companies. The following is for entertainment only. No money is being made and no infringement is meant.

Songs used are all from the album “Fearless” by Taylor Swift.

Missed something? Go back to Chapter Eleven or visit the Story Index.

TRIGGER WARNING: In this chapter there is mention of abortion and suicide. That part isn't vital to the story (other then showing that DG actually had friends in KS) so I have put it under a LJ cut.

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AG 496 / AD 2004

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The year since Nick had left passed in a weird time warp of mind numbing slowness and hyper speed.

DG had been taking art classes at the local community collage and had been told by more then one teacher that she had an incredible talent. She had even been asked to be part of the student showing – a rare honor for a first year student. That was the hyper speed part.

On the mind numbing slow end, she had started working at the Hilltop Diner. The shifts were long, the uniforms were stupid and the pay was laughable. But it got her out of the house and away from her mother's disapproving looks at her engagement ring.

The job also gave her time to work on her song writing. She had just put the finishing touches on the one about Abigail.

She and Abigail had met in home room freshman year and had quickly become best friends. They had been there for all of the others ups and downs.

Like the time Abigail had gotten pregnant.

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AG 497 / AD 2005

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Glyn paced nervously while he waited for the interview to begin. Why was he here? What did the Sorceress want from him? Why now, after four annuals?

The door opened and Raynz entered, “Mr. Ambrose, please be seated. This could take awhile.”

“What do you want from me?” Glyn asked, not moving from his spot.

“Ah, yes...” Raynz opened a folder and began to spread out pages of paper on the desk. “We have been going through your project files and we have many questions. Now why don't you sit down and tell me about this thing called the sun seeder.”

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This trip had gone from bad to worse. The bus had been two hours late, she had been seated by the bathroom, there had been a mix up with the changing of drivers – all of which had put DG in to town after city hall had closed.

“Do you think this is a sign that maybe we should wait until I get back?” Nick asked.

DG whirled around and fixed him with sharp stare, “It took me two trips to get the license, a bus ride from hell to get here and now you say maybe we should wait?!” She took a deep breath and put a hand on Nick's chest, “I know I'm acting kind of crazy right now, but if you think you're deploying to Iraq without marrying me then you're the crazy one.”

Nick pulled her in for a hug, “All right, all right. Let's go see if the base chaplain has some free time.”

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Continue to story index.

"Tell Me of Your Yesterdays" - 11/13

Disclaimer: "The Wizard of Oz" is owned by the estate of L. Frank Baum. "Tin Man" is owned by its various production companies. The following is for entertainment only. No money is being made and no infringement is meant.

Songs used are all from the album “Fearless” by Taylor Swift.

Missed something? Go back to Chapter Ten or visit the Story Index.



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A.G. 495 / A.D. 2003

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“I can't believe I'm dated a grease monkey!” DG giggled as Nick threw a dirty rag at her.

“I don't just want to fix cars,” Nick explained “I want to build motorcycles. Some day I'm gonna have my own shop and all we'll do is build bikes made to order.”

“Cooper's Custom Choppers?” DG suggested.

Nick smiled and leaned over to steal a kiss, “Sure thing.”

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The second sun was casting the last of its light across the valley of the clan. Raw and three other boys stood in the center of the village waiting for it to set, once the first torch was lit they would be leaving for their walk-out. He could feel nervousness, excitement, nostalgia, and sadness. As he waited he traced the feelings back to their owners: the excitement came from the cubs watching the scene , the nostalgia from the elders who were thinking of their walk-outs, the sadness from Elle and the other mothers who were wishing that their mates had been here to see this moment. The nervousness Raw felt coming from two places, from all the boys waiting to go, but also from the elders who were talking about the Longcoats.

The sun set and a howl went up from the edge of the village; for better or worse the walk-out had begun.

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As happy as DG was to be finishing high school, she was even happier that the ceremony was over. They had been set up on the football field with the sun beating directly down on them for three hours.

Now if only she could forget what Nick had said last night her day would be perfect.

She smiled as her parents came over to her, arms held open wide.“I'm so proud of you baby-girl.” her dad said. “Look at you, all grown up.” Her mom had tears in her eyes and DG couldn't help but hug her a little tighter.

“Congratulations, DG.” Nick held a bouquet of wild flowers out to her and all she could do was look at them.

“DG...” the look in Nick's eyes was killing her. DG reached out and grabbed the flowers, then took another step forward and pressed a soft kiss to Nick's lips, “I love you, Nicholas Cooper. I'm still mad then you enlisted without saying anything, but I do love you so much.”

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Raw waited with the men. They had gathered into a circle and were sending calming feelings to the women who were attending Sabra.

Raw thought about the changes that had taken place since he returned from his walk out. He had entered the village looking for Elle and Sabra, he was shocked to feel the warmth coming in waves from his sister. She sensed his shock and laughed at him. “What do you think happens after mating?” she had asked him teasingly.

Raw took hold of that memory and sent it to her.

After a moment a small roar went up from Sabra's mate, “Welcome, my son Kalm.”

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“I wish we could stay here forever,” DG said.

Nick sighed and pulled her tighter to him, “I do too, but you know that I need to do this.”

DG propped herself up on her elbow and studied Nick. She reached out and rubbed his newly shorn head, ran a finger down his nose and around the outline of his lips before shifting her wight and letting her other hand run over his chest and abs.

“Marry me?” Nick asked softly.

DG looked deep in to his eyes for a moment before slowly nodding her head.

She stayed watching him until his eyes closed and he breathed soft even breaths. Then she slipped out off the bed and – grabbing a pen and a pad of paper – sat next to the moonlight filled window.

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Nick waved to DG one more time as the bus pulled away from the station. This was the hardest part of joining the army – leaving DG behind.

But she had said she would marry him and that was enough to get him through the next few years.

Nick unzipped his back pack in search of some thing to eat. Instead of one of the snacks he knew his mom had packed, Nick pulled out a piece of paper.

There's somethin' 'bout the way the street looks when it's just rained
There's a glow off the pavement, you walk me to the car
And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there
In the middle of the parking lot, yeah

We're drivin' down the road, I wonder if you know
I'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up now
But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair
Absent-mindedly makin' me want you

And I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearless

So baby drive slow 'til we run out of road
In this one horse town, I wanna stay right here
In this passenger seat, you put your eyes on me
In this moment, now capture it, remember it

'Cause I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearless

Well, you stood there with me in the doorway
My hands shake, I'm not usually this way
But you pull me in and I'm a little more brave
It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really somethin'
It's fearless

'Cause I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearless

'Cause I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearless

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Continue to chapter twelve.

"Tell Me of Your Yesterdays" - 10/13

Disclaimer: "The Wizard of Oz" is owned by the estate of L. Frank Baum. "Tin Man" is owned by its various production companies. The following is for entertainment only. No money is being made and no infringement is meant.

Songs used are all from the album “Fearless” by Taylor Swift.

Missed something? Go back to Chapter Nine or visit the Story Index.



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A.G. 493 / A.D. 2001

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Nick Cooper had been working with her Pops for a month and DG was going crazy.

He wasn't the cutest guy in town, but DG went wobbly ever time he flashed his eye crinkling grin at her. Whenever he ran a hand through his black hair, her heart would speed up.

When he talked about the girl he was going out with, DG wanted to cry.

That fast-wobbly-sad feeling was what had prompted DG up to her room and the comfort of her song book.

Nick looks at me
I fake a smile so he won't see
What I want and I need
And everything that we should be

I'll bet she's beautiful
That girl he talks about
And she's got everything
That I have to live without

Nick talks to me
I laugh 'cause it's just so funny
I can't even see
Anyone when he's with me

He says he's so in love
He's finally got it right
I wonder if he knows
He's all I think about at night

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do

Nick walks by me
Can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly
The kind of flawless I wish I could be

She better hold him tight
Give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes
And know she's lucky 'cause

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do

So I drive home alone
As I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down
And maybe get some sleep tonight

'Cuz he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do

He's the time taken up but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into
Nick looks at me
I fake a smile so he won't see

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You should be happy, Glyn thought to himself, you could be spending the rest of your life inside a jail cell.

The thought still wasn't comforting. As Glyn set up his office the interview with Azkidella kept playing over in his head.

He had slowly entered the room where the interviews were being held. It was dim, but he could still see Azkidella sitting in the queens throne, giving orders to some underling.

“Bow before the Sorceress,” A Longcoat shoved Glyn in the back to get him started.

Glyn swept his arm out as he said coldly, “You Majesty.”

“Leave us.” Azkadellia had said. The two guards glanced uneasily at one another for a second before slowly backing out of the room.

“So, Glyn...” She began. “Here we are.”

“Here we are.” he echoed.

Azkadellia waved her hand and the hand cuffs fell off of Glyn's wrists, “How did we get here, Glyn. How did every thing end up so topsy-turvy?”

“Azka -Dee...” Glyn began.

“No!” She spun to stare him down. “I am the Sorceress, the Queen of all the Outer Zones. Do not address me so informal, sir.”

“I beg forgiveness,” Glyn answered.

“There was a time when I had dreamed... But the time for dreaming has ended and now we must live with what we are.” Azkadellia turned away from him, “There are those who are far below you in rank who are spending the rest of their lives in prison. There are other advisers who have openly moved against me who have been put to death.” Glyn held his breath as he waited to hear which option would be his fate. “But for the dreams I once had, I will allow you this kindness, you will spend the rest of your days confined to the grounds of the College of Art and Athletic Perfection.”

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DG was always excited about the first day of school. Getting to see her friends all day, the hope of the teachers, the hustle and bustle of the halls.

“Oh my god!” Abigail exclaimed. “Did you see that?”

DG looked around her for what ever had gotten Abigail so worked up, “Did I see what?”

“Nick Cooper just totally smiled at you!” Abigail grabbed DG's hand and let out a soft squeal. “He is a Senior!”

DG looked down the hall to were Nick Cooper was joking with some guys, “He worked for my Pop over the summer. If he smiled at me it didn't really mean anything.”

“I'm telling you, Deeg,” Abigail insisted “he looked right at you and smiled. That way!”

DG took a deep breath, “It doesn't matter if it was that way or not. Nick's dating Robin and there's no way I can compete with her.”

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The sounds of horses hooves thundering towards the cabin alerted Adora to the incoming danger, “Wyatt! Wyatt! Longcoats!”

She ran to Jeb and quickly herded him into the cold room. “You stay there and stay quiet until the Longcoats are gone. You understand me?”

Without waiting to hear his answer, she spun around and ran towards the porch. When she heard the first shout, she let out a prayer to the unnamed god, “Please, keep him safe!”

Two Longcoats were holding Wyatt down, beating him savagely, while three others watched.

The leader was mocking him, “You thought you could get away with it with, Cain. You thought it would be just as easy as every thing else in your life has been?”

One of the solders brought his foot back, then kicked Wyatt hard in the stomach, “Don't hurt him!” Adora called out before she could stop herself.

“What's this?” The leader turned to her “Ah, you must be the hometown sweetheart.”

His eyes traced up and down her body and Adora suddenly felt that a bad situation was about to get even worse.

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“Nick?” DG called as she walked into the barn.

“No, baby. I said I'll be there and I mean it.” Nick held up a finger at DG as he talked into his cell phone. “Yes, I'll wear the blue shirt. Yes. Yes. Yes. Okay. I love you, too babe.” He clicked the phone off and looked at DG.

“Dinner's ready,” She said softly.

“Well then,” Nick slung an arm over her shoulder, “Let's go get some grub.”

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You're on the phone with your girlfriend, She's upset
She's going off about something that you said
She doesn't get your humor like I do

I'm in the room, its a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
And she'll never know your story like I do

But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming bout the day when you'll wake up and find
That what you're lookin' for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me
You belong with me

Walkin' the streets with you in your worn out jeans
I cant help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on the park bench thinkin' to myself
Hey isn't this easy?

And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town
I haven't seen it in awhile, since she brought you down
You say you find I know you better than that
Hey, What'cha' doing with a girl like that?

She wears high heels, I wear sneakers
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming bout the day when you'll wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me

Standin' by, waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know that?
You belong with me
You belong with me

Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry
I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams
I think I know where you belong. I think I know it's with me.

Can't you see that I'm the one who understand you?
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me

Standing by or waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know that
You belong with me
You belong with me

Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me
You belong with me.

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A.G. 494/ AD 2002

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DeMillo waited impatiently in the door way of the warehouse. His seller was fifteen minutes late and he didn't know how much longer it would be before the patrol would be back around.

Two days ago the patrols had started. Not the regular Longcoats looking for trouble makers, no, these men had bottles full of pink liquid that they would spray. DeMillo had seen what happened to the poor suckers that got covered in the mist – the memory of it made him shudder. The sound of cart wheels and the call of “Vapors! Azkadellia's vapors!” made him slink back in to the ally. Forget the deal, if he got caught in that pink haze he would never care about any thing again.

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DG was over the moon. Nick had dumped Robin two weeks ago and today in the hall he grabbed her elbow as she was making her way to math, “Hey DG, you wanna go to the dance Friday with me?”

She had been to stunned to say anything right then and the tide of kids trying to get to class had pulled them apart.

“I'll pick you up at seven!” Nick yelled to her and DG let herself be swept off to math class with a huge grin on her face.

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Continue to chapter eleven.

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