Hey, sorry my up dates are really sporadic. Along with school starting I have had some MAJOR writers block! It sucks so much! I am soooo sooooo sooooooooo sorry! Please review. . .

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Everything and nothing was around me. I felt pain, lust, envy, pride, courage, cowardly, greed. . . But it was all black and numb. I was suspended in nothing even if I felt the solid ground under my feet. It was an incredible high, but so much more. For a moment I couldn’t remember what I needed to be doing, until the blackness around me surged red. It rippled through the never ending black, cutting me with pain and tears needed to be shed. I gasped in defeat and cried out.

It hurt so much. My whole body. . . I couldn’t help but cripple under it, even if it was against every fiber of my being.

‘But this isn’t the fiber of my being!’

Then it was gone.

Everything was gone. I didn’t feel anything. I didn’t feel the blackness around me. . . the numbness. . . the colliding emotions. . . not even the high that seeped through to my core. I finally remembered that I was in Harpers’s mind. I looked around, looking for his inner mind. When something small caught my eye. It was hunched over, with its back to me. It was mumbling something unintelligible.

‘Please, don’t be a mind demon!”

I put myself on the ready, moving silently with each step. The mumbling got louder and more playful, then menacing. I was about to stop and reread to situation, when a small hand, holding a toy figurine, popped over the head of the hunched figure. It was making childish zooming noises as the figurine moved in the air. I smiled a bit, relaxed and come out of the ready and walked to the small figure with each step still as silent as a dropped feather. I came in front and sat down, cross legged, watching the small boy play.

I smiled a little wider as I looked at him. The boy stopped and looked at me curiously.

“Why you smilin’?” his grammar not quite there yet.

“Because,” I told him, leaning my head to the side.

“‘Cuz why?” he asked, getting up clumsily to put his toy in a wooden toy box that wasn’t there before.

“Because I was looking for you,” I told him softly.

He sat back down and stared at me.

“Why was you lookin’ for me?”

“I need to take you somewhere,” I told him.

“Why?”

“I don’t want you to get hurt,”

“Why’d I get hurt?”

“You’re not going to get hurt if you come with me,”

“But I don’t know you. Mummy says never go with strangers,”

We sat in silence as he and I stared at each other. Me with my legs crossed and his spread wide out in front of himself. I couldn’t help, but smile at him. He was cute, curious and innocent with a head that was some what disproportionate to his body.

“How old are you?” I asked.

He held up a small hand with chubby fingers.

“Five,” he told me proudly.

“Wow, you’re so big,” I said in mock shock.

“How old is you?”

I looked at him, wondering if he was serious and his baby blue eyes bore into mine.

“233,”

His eyes widened in shock and I thought he might fall over.

A bit of laughed rose within me from the pit of my stomach. It tickled as it went higher. I couldn’t take it anymore and laughed out loud. It was a chesty, heart felt chuckle. It felt good to laugh.

“What so funny?” the boy asked with a contagious little giggle.

Tears were puddling in my eyes. I couldn’t stop laughing or breath. I was finally able to take a deep breath and I seemed to sober out, but the feeling of wanting to laugh was still there.

‘It’s been so long since I laughed like that’

I smiled warmly at him and he smiled a baby tooth grin. I sighed and he sighed with me.

“Thank you,” I said gratefully.

“For what?”

“For making me laugh. I haven’t laughed like that since. . .” I paused for a second, thinking about what I was about to say, “for a very long time,”

“Oh! You welcome,” he chuckled a little, “Hi. I’m Owen Harper,”

And he stuck out one of his hands for me to shake. I chuckled with him.

“Hello, Owen Harper. I’m M,” taking his hand lightly.

His eyes squinted a little and he tilted his head.

“What the M mean?” he asked

My hand fell from his and the laughter was gone. I looked down at where I sat, hoping he wasn’t serious even though I knew he was.

“Misery,’ I told the ground.

“What?” he asked scooting closer to hear me.

“My name is Misery,” I said flatly looking up at him.

He shook his head, unfazed and it was my turn to be shocked. This time Harper started to laugh. It was high pitched and squeaky. I couldn’t help but laugh at that. I got up and he got up too. He stood next to me and he barely pasted my hips. He took my hand and pulled me along.

“We know each other now. I can come with you,”

“Hahaha!”

I picked up my pace a little, so I walked with him, instead of behind him.

“Where we goin’ ”

“Where ever this black road takes up,” I said gesturing broadly to what we were walking on.

That seemed to settle for him.

“Tell me what you like to do,”

“I like to play with toys and my friends,”

“Really? What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“I wanna be a doctor,” he jumped with a huge smile on his face.

“Wow! A doctor! What do you want to do when you become a doctor?”

“I wanna help people. I wanna be the bestest doctor there ever was,”

“Cool! But you have to work hard, ok?”

“OK!” he bounced again.

“What do you do?”

“I try to help people, too,” I told him

“You’re a doctor too?”

“No,” I chuckled, “I help people with different kinds of problems”

“What kinds?”

I looked up for a moment and saw, what looks like a misty black curtain that hung lower than the walkway.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older,”

Harper pouted and grumbled, but kept walking.

We went through the curtain and, for me, it felt like cold fire spilling over me. It took my breath away and I became disoriented as I walked further. There was a quick shake of my arm and I pulled away from the disorientation. I looked over and there was a teenager of about 18 or 19 holding my hand. His dirty blonde hair was at his jaw, straight and fine with light washed jeans that fit snugly on him.

‘Who are you?’

My mind was foggy until the teenager spoke.

“Misery? Are you alright?”His voice was lower, but it broke as he said my name.

“Harper? Is that you? How old are you?”

“Yah, its me,” he smiled coolly, “I’m 17. I turn 18 in a few days. And you’re. . .”

“Still 233,” I smirked at him.

“Wow, I still can’t believe it,”

“You don’t have too. Just know it’s the truth. You still want to be a doctor?”

“Of course! Working as hard as ever. I’m even taking an AP Calculus class that will count for college credits,”

“Brilliant!” I smiled widely at him, truly impressed.

“You never told me what you did,”

“I’m no doctor, that’s for sure. I never like mathematics very well,”

“Are you any good at it?”

“Of course! 233 years and you have to be good at something! But what I’m good at happens to be the thing I hate the most,” I chuckled and he chuckled with me.

“So, you’re not a doctor, but you help people. You’re 233 years old and you hate mathematics. What the hell do you do?” he smiled loosely.

“I deal mostly with fairies and people with fairy problems,” I told him without thinking.

“Fairies! Bloody Hell are you serious or have you gone mental?” his eyes widened in shock.

‘Oops!’

“Damn! This must be before Torchwood,” I mumbled, mentally kicking myself in the ass.

“Torchwood? What’s that?”

I looked up and there was another curtain.

“Never mind. You’ll find out,” right as we entered the curtain.

There was another pull of my arm and I saw a young man. We were still holding hands.

“How old are you know, Harper?”

His features were harder and crisp. With his hair buzz cut. He was wearing a black wife-beater (tank top) and a dark brown leather jacket.

“27 and you’re 233?” he asked his voice low and hard with little emotion behind it.

“What other age would I be?” I asked with sarcastic humor.

“Wow,” he sighed heavily, “I’ll never get over that. So you work for fairies?”

“No, I work with people who are having fairy problems and supposedly the fairy courts,” adding bitterness to the last part.

“Fairies have courts?”

“You’d be surprised. You still studying to be a doctor?”

“I got my Masters and my PhD in Medical Science,”

“Did those AP Calculus classes help?”

“Shit no!” he laughed.

“How’s Torchwood treating you?” I smile.

“Fairly well. I’ve only been there a few weeks so far. You wont believe that things I do and see,”

his eyes widening.

“Can’t be any crazier than what I see,”

We start to laugh at each other, but there was something bitter in the way he laughed. Like there was something missing out of him from the last time that we spoke.

We came to the ending of the black road and stopped.

“Alright. Here is the edge of your mind. Stay here until I get back, alright?”

“Yah, Yah, go do what ever the hell it is you do,”

I stepped back and willed myself to go back to my own body, but stopped short for a few moments.

“And don’t be memory hopping! It’ll be hell for me to find you, again!”

“Alright, mum! Go already,”

“Alright!” and let myself go.

My minds self snapped back like an over stressed rubber band and I was pulled back in one swift movement. It always a bit of a shock when I get back to my body. Almost like you have to relearn everything in less than a second. I gasped as I opened my eyes. It was so bright that I was almost blinded, again. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I forced myself not to look at them. Instead I looked at Harpers lifeless face.

“Are you alright?” I heard a females voice.

“I’m fine,” I wheezed.

I got off of Harpers body, went to the closest wall and leaned my hot head on the cool cement.

I heard a pair of foot steps come and stop behind me.

“Can I help you Harkness?”

“Yes, you can tell me what you just did to my Second in Command,” he ordered bitterly.

“I put in him in a trance,” was all I could say through the pounding headache.

“A trance? You hypnotized him?” I heard a woman call.

“When will you people learn that a trance in different that hypnotization!” I yell at the wall.

I jammed my eyes closed and turned around to a silent room.