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I know I know, this was a looong time coming! I probably should have done these a long time ago, and it would have saved me a lot of heartache. But live and learn, and now I know what I need to say so that people won't get all all upset (Like some have) when I tell them I cannot rp with them.  So, I hope these help clear things up, and this way I can avoid confrontations! So here they are!Rules:1. I am a  non-canon character. That means I am a true blue, 100% original. I can do what I want, and not worry about wondering if it is "In Character." So, don't criticize how I act or what I say, because that is the sure fire way to find yourself deleted!2. I will not rp with you in which we continue to introduce your character over and over.  Once,  the very first time we rp together, is enough.  Please establish yourself.3. I will not rp with someone who tries to play multiple characters at once.  This means that if you make a comment post as one character, but in that post you act as four or five other characters, I will not respond.  Pick one, make it your main, and then we can rp.4. At no point will I sacrifice myself, or "kill off" a character at any time.  While it may seem pivotal to the storyline,  I simply will not do it, so don't expect it or request it.5. Keep God Moding slim to nil. There are some people with whom this is an exception, for I have rped with them long enough that they would know how I respond. And even they know my limits. So, don't do it. I control me, you control you. Easy right?6. I don't like "magic," so don't try it. It gets on my nerves when people use obvious plot holes in order to solve their problems, so don't even think about it. Q's are an exception, because of who they are and their overall intent. But even that is a bit extreme, so it would be best to just ask before proceeding. I will not be entranced, spellbound, or any other such nonsense so don't try.7. I am a doctor, nothing else. While I do have knowledge of a lot of different fields and areas, medicine is first. So that being said, don't ask me to take over in Engineering or some other craziness. And with that, don't step into my house either. If you're a Transwarp Theorist, I would be more than happy to talk to you about it, but that is it. I'm not building warp engine with you or any other kind of strange thing. I'm a doctor, so leave it at that.8. I don't do one liners. Don't ask, don't try, just don't do it. I like to read as well as write, and when things are short and choppy it aggravates me.  Para and multi-para are great, so get it together and go with that. Just don't go crazy.9. SPELL CHECK SPELL CHECK SPELL CHECK! Holy crap, I HATE reading a bunch of misspelled words! One or two is fine, but a whole paragraph dominated by them? Not on my page! There are tons of websites that offer quick and easy spelling and grammar checks, so USE THEM! Stop being lazy! I know I use them, so don't be prideful!  Grammar, punctuation, and correct spelling make good stories great. DO IT!10. And Last but certainly not least....I AM CURRENTLY IN A RELATIONSHIP!! That's right, I'M TAKEN! So you women get those licentious eyes off me!  It's not happening, no way, no how. I am not a cheat, no matter how much you beg or whine. THE ANSWER IS NO! I am still willing to carry on friendships with you, but that is as far as it goes. You want something more? Tough.  Read my profile, its all there. Hell, you should read the profile anyhow just so that you know who I am! Again, see rule 1!!!Now then, these rules are of course subject to change as my character develops and it becomes necessary to add things or subtract or modify, whatever the need is. I posted these to clear things up a bit, and to stop all the angry messages because I don't rp with people (You know who you are!!!) Now we are all on the same page, and I hope we can do some really great rps together. Should you have any questions about any of these rules, do not hesitate to send me a message and I will discuss them. Doesn't mean they will change, but I am willing to discuss them.

"When she shall die, take her and cut her out in little stars and she will make the face of heaven so fine that the entire world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun."Ben awoke suddenly in his bed, and listened to the silence around him. The only sound to be heard was that of the wind whipping about the windows of his room, the third winter storm of the season in full go. He slowly sat up, pulled the blankets off, and slipped out of bed. The moment his feet touched the cold wooden floor, he cringed and slipped them into his dark green slippers. He always did that, missed them by inches, and always received a cold reminder. He grabbed his matching house robe from the bedpost, put it on, and made his way downstairs.The entire house seemed frozen. It was as if his own personal winter had sprung up inside his new home, the winter wind finding its way through the walls and chilling the entire house to a point of morose emptiness. Surely no life could ever exist in such a dreary place, and even Ben seemed to think of himself as an odd sort of innkeeper of a long forgotten English Manor. The heavy robe he wore could not protect him from the house winds, but he still vainly attempted to wrap the dense material about him to generate some warmth. He could not understand how the cold had become so trenchant, since he had made sure to turn on the heating unit before going to bed. The blasted thing is probably on the blink again, he thought, but when he approached the monitor he saw that it had automatically turned off. He considered turning it back on, but decided instead that he wanted a fire, so he turned away from it and headed for his library.The library was smaller than he would have liked, but it certainly served its purpose well. He had painstakingly placed all the books on the shelves just a few days previous, but had yet to place the pictures and paintings on the wall of the room. He smiled at the notion of how much work remained to do in this new house before it would become a home to him, but cringed inwardly at the thought of it. If only Rebecca were here, she would have this place already stocked full of our things, and feeling like a right proper place to call home. He shuddered at the thought of her, trying to drive her from his mind. It was no use, as this time of year often did that to him. How she had loved the winter, had loved the holidays. The only thing she had ever asked of him was to get the necessary decorations, whatever she requested no matter how outlandish, and she would take care of the rest. And take care of it she did. In a day's time, their home in France transformed from a seemingly simple flat in the city of LaBarre into a shrine for the holiday season. The house would exude the pungent fragrance of cloves and cinnamon spice as she cooked and baked and overwhelmed herself with seasonal foodstuffs. His favorite scent had been the fresh peppermint, which she would put in the water for the tea on the first day of her cooking. The living room would absorb the aroma, and it would linger for days, and it would welcome him home each time he sat in his favorite chair near the bay window. Now that smell and all the others were gone, this new place still reeking of moth balls, and wood, and totally grounded him in the very real sense that he was alone.He walked to the fireplace and began the process of starting it up. It didn't take long, since he had placed treated wood in the hearth the other morning and a lighter nearby. With a little patience, he soon had a nice fire going, and he walked over to the mini bar that was concealed in a panel not too far from the fireplace and poured himself a drink. It was then that he saw the time, and he scrunched up his face in disgust. The clock read three a.m., and he wished he felt tired. It would be a long day indeed for the doctor, and he was sure at some point he would long for sleep. He turned around and walked back to the sofa, and sat down. Once again his thoughts returned to Rebecca, and how she would always argue that he just needed to return to bed, and eventually sleep would come. She had always been right, but right now he could not bring himself to follow the advice he had heard so many times in his life with her. In fact, he wanted to be up, he wanted to think. Part of his problem was this sudden dwelling on all things Rebecca. What was the cause? Sure, he had always thought about her during this time of the year, for she had loved it so, but ten years had passed since her death, and now he found his thoughts returning to her almost as much as they had the day after she died.Ben rose from the sofa and crossed to the old mahogany desk in the library and took out an old picture of Rebecca from a hidden drawer panel. He had kept it hidden in his desk, the only picture he did not allow others to see. Her hair had been shorter then, the dark ringlets framing her face and making her smile all the more innocent. Her smile had always seemed so simple, and yet so magnificent because of its graceful simplicity. She smiled for any reason, at the slightest provocation, and Ben remembered the time he had first seen it. The smile that changed my life, he thought to himself as he gazed upon the picture. As enthralling as the smile was, her eyes truly had it. Deep, dark pools of vibrant warmth that had been so fascinating to look into. How he had fallen in love with those eyes, how they would become alight with fire when she was outraged, or how it seemed her love for him poured from those wondrous portals of her heart when he kissed her. Unexpectedly the picture seemed blurred, out of focus; and he blinked and rubbed his eyes only to discover that he was crying. He shook his head and sat down at his desk, and put his head down.His head had barely touched the desk when he suddenly felt a warm hand on his face, and felt a light breath on his neck. He knew who it was before they spoke, but he waited for the voice anyway."How did I know I would find you here?" Her soft voice made him smile, despite the slight sarcastic tone."I would imagine, you know where to find me because you have found me like this before," He inhaled deeply, and brought his head up from the desk. There sat Rebecca, on the edge of the desk looking down at him, eyes radiant and smile beguiling. He turned in his chair and stared up at her, taking in the sight of her after so long. She was just as he remembered, but all the more lovely. She wore the long white dress that had been her favorite for lounging about the house all those years ago. A simple, flowing dress that hugged her lithe frame expertly, and had always made Ben want to reach out take her into his arms."So, it's that time of year again I see," She moved over to him, and picked up the picture that he had been resting on only moments earlier."You know it, same as always," he remarked, watching her as she stared at herself. She breathed deeply, and looked back at him."I thought you were going to get rid of this picture. You know how much I hated my hair in it. It's too short." She ran her fingers around her face in the picture, as if she could magically make the hair grow."I think that is why I keep it, because you think its terrible but I cannot find a flaw." He took the picture from her, and set it upon the desk. Rebecca stood up then, and walked to the window. She wrapped her arms around herself, and he watched her for a moment before finally standing and walking to her side."I see you returned to England. I wondered if you would ever pull yourself out of LaBarre. I know how much you hated being there, what with my family coming and going in the house after I was gone." She didn't turn to face him, and he did not need to see her face to know a smile was there. Instead she kept her eyes on the falling snow."That is not true, I loved France, and I loved LaBarre. But you are right; your family was beginning to make me a bit batty. Your mother wanted to come over each day and cook for me, and your brother absolutely refused to leave me alone on the weekends. He insisted on dragging me to every little night club he was familiar with." Ben crossed his arms at the memory, but he heard her begin to laugh."Find that funny do you?" He turned to her, arms still crossed. She faced him finally, the laughter still evident in her smile. She placed a hand on his chest, and moved closer to him."You must not be angry with Philippe, he was trying to do you a favor, and they love you." She kept laughing, and he smiled at her as he wrapped his arms around her."They are not the one I want. I want you, I miss you so much." The laughter was now gone, and she stared up at him. She didn't speak, but instead took his arm and pulled him over to the sofa. He sat down, and she curled up next to him, tucking the hem of her dress under her toes."Well, fill me in on all that has happened since we last spoke." She was smiling again, and though he didn't want to change the subject, he couldn't help but give in to her request."Well, I have returned to my research, finally attempting to cure all the universe's diseases like I said I would when we met. I am finally settling into the routine of this new life, and I now have things running pretty smoothly with the medical facility. Not to mention, I just bought this gargantuan place, and I still have my work cut out for me with renovations and unpacking everything. But I love it, and slowly but surely I am getting comfortable here." His sudden sprightly demeanor did not convince her, and she could tell he was not being completely forthcoming."Ben, I know there is more to it than that, and you know that your professional life is not what I wanted to hear about. You have always been able to work in spite of whatever personal things were going on with you, and you have learned to hide it well. But you can't hide it from me, you never could. Stop trying to evade me and just tell me what is going on." Her mellifluous French accent pierced him, and despite his love of it and her, he felt his anger rising."As if you don't know. You say you know me so well, and yet you want to go through all this. Why? Don't you see that I don't want to? I just want to sit here, and stare at you and think about you." He reached out for her hand, and interlaced his fingers with hers."Ben, you can't hold onto me forever, and I can tell that you grow tired of this. Every year you trudge out that old picture of me and stare at it, and reminisce on things that can never be. You persecute yourself, and now I can sense that you are close to a new happiness, and yet you chose to be hard on yourself. This year you have been harder on yourself than any other. Never have you sunk to the depths you have this year, and it is that more than anything else that tells me something is different. What is it? Have you met someone? Are you in love?" Her eyes were attempting to bore into him, as if she could search his heart herself and glean the answer."YES DAMMIT YES!" His outburst was so sudden, and it frightened him. "At least, I don't know. I have met someone, and she is....well, she is wonderful. Each and every time that we are together, I find myself longing to be closer to her, to hold her just as I once held you. But when we get close, I feel that I am hurting you, and not being honest with her. I just don't think that I am ready to be with someone else." He closed his eyes, his head suddenly throbbing and sweat beginning to form on his head. The realization of the feelings he had for someone else abruptly seemed to come crashing down upon him, and he felt as though he may break under their weight. He could not bring himself to look at her, but soon he felt her touch his face with her soft hands and bring his head down to rest on her shoulder."Ben, how long did you expect to mourn me before you finally began to let go? Honestly, this is natural, and thoroughly to be expected. You should not want to be alone, no one should. I would not wish that on anyone, especially not on the man I love." She stroked his hair, and continued talking. "Ben, I love you, and I always will you know that. But I am not here to be with you, I cannot be, and you cannot waste your life waiting for something that is never going to happen. You need to move on. This new person could be who you are looking for, who you need. Perhaps you can both be the rock the other needs in their lives.""But I don't want another rock! Rebecca, you were supposed to be it for me. All my life I wanted nothing to do with anyone. I was so proud of being able to do things on my own. But when I met you, and the way you helped me to attain my life goal, I just knew that I was supposed to be with you. I feel so guilty all the time about you, and I don't need another thing to feel guilty about. Already just thinking about someone else makes me feel as though I am betraying you. Do you know how much my heart hurts to think about you? To think of all the things we will never get to experience together?" He turned away from her once again, and crossed his arms and leaned against a nearby bookshelf. Once again she came to him, and wrapped her arms around his waste and leaned on his back."Do you remember the night you proposed to me? What you said? You said that no matter what, you would be there for me, that you would do all you could to make me happy. You also said that you did not believe that you were worthy to be with me, and that you would spend the rest of our lives together doing all you could to be worthy of my love. Well Ben, follow through with that. Just because I am not here anymore does not mean you cannot still be worthy of my love. I want you to be happy, just as happy as you had wanted me to be, and I want you to have that happiness with someone in your life. You want to be worthy of my love, to be worthy of the faith that I always had in you to be the honorable upstanding man I met all those years ago? Then let me go. Let me rest. Put those old pictures away, and don't take them out anymore." She walked around to face him, and he leaned down and touched his head to hers. She was crying softly, the tears beginning to fall down her face. He cupped her face in his hands, and lifted her head to look in her eyes."Ben, let me go. Don't do this to yourself, not anymore. You're slipping, and I am afraid you won't be able to come back again if you let go. I promise it is alright. I am fine, and you need to move on." She brought her mouth to his and kissed him, and he kissed her back gently, not applying much pressure but holding her lips to his. A tear began to roll down his face, and finally she pulled away, slowly freeing herself from him."I love you....so much. I am so sorry for what happened, so sorry that I could not save you. It should have been me." Tears began to flow in earnest from him, and she outstretched her hand to wipe some of them away."I know you love me, so do this for me....please. Let me go Ben. Just let me go."Suddenly he awoke. He had fallen asleep at his desk in the library. He looked around quickly, almost expecting to see Rebecca there. The fire was beginning to die out, the room becoming colder and colder as each ember dimmed. He became aware of a hot wetness on his cheek, and realized he had been crying. He wiped his face and looked down, to find himself once again staring at the picture of Rebecca that he so cherished. He picked it up and wiped it off, then slipped it back inside the desk drawer. He rose slowly, his bones creaking from the cold and having sat in a position for so long, and made his way back upstairs.

I think my stay at the Fleet Admiral's house is at an end.  I have come to realize that despite my feelings about her....for her, I cannot stay here.  I suppose it is my own fault, really.  I feel I have crossed the line, allowed my professionalism to be compromised.  I really thought that she was beginning to feel.......well something for me, but it seems all I arouse in her is anger and trepidity.  This is simply something that I am not used to.  I have never really been good at putting myself out there, at being close to someone, and for the first time in a long time I finally felt that I could be close to someone.  So many times we shared moments, great times with one another, but we whenever we seemed close to any kind of fundamental breakthrough, we would revert to arguing and criticizing eachother.  It has gotten to a point where I cannot see a need for us to continue to be in the same place anymore.  I know that she has been depending on my medical expertise to cure her current illness, and I will do just that.  My work will not be impeeded in any way, and I can continue my work from either my new home or at Starbase 231 where I still hold my position as lead researcher.  Perhaps a break from each other would be just what we both need in order to really achieve our respective jobs.   But it is more than just my want to continue my work unhindered that makes me seek this......separation.  I have never met a woman like her, so strong and yet so fragile.  She puts so much stock in her her job, how she is viewed, that sometimes her professional objectivity overshadows her personal one.  She has grown so accustomed to things being a certain way in her life that she cannot imagine a change, in which she may actually have come to depend on someone.  Not that I can blame her.  My own issues with relationships is probably more at fault, for I continue to hold back.  There is so much about me that she simply does not know, and yet I cannot seem to break that barrier in order to really connect to her, to let her in.  I want to, gods know I want to, but for some reason I cannot.  You know, if Rebecca were here she would say I was just being too pig-headed to open up, that I am allowing my past to influence too much of my future.   She messes me about in a way that I would never have imagined.  There are nights when I cannot seem to sleep without dreaming of her, or that my day is simply not complete without seeing her and that wonderful smile at least once.  But she seems to have thought other thoughts about me.  The last of my things are being moved as I make this entry, although I am leaving a fully stocked medical carrier for her personal use. There may be times when I am unable to get back to her to get her the medicine she needs, so in this manner she can make up the proper dosages.  I have shown her how to do it on several occasions, and I have left explicit instructions as well. I am confident she will acquit herself of this task well, but should she need my, personal touch, she knows how to reach me. I have just been informed that my final belongings have been transferred to my home in England.  I am now officially.....moved out.

You know, the more I think about it, the more I am convinced that what I battle everyday is loneliness.  I spend countless hours each day running about attempting to find things to occupy the hours, from work to group functions, to sports teams, and I as rapidly approach the day when I will lose one of those forever, I realize that loneliness is creeping up on me once again.  I don't think I am the only one.  It is quite possibly the one thing that we all have in common. We get older, we make friends, we have intimate relationships, and it is all so that in the end, we have someone with us during the good and bad times.  There are those people who say they are proud to be alone, and find many ways to justify this notion.  They find clever words to hide the loneliness, find ways to express a sense supposed sense of independence that are supposed to make those that have someone feel jealous.  I know, because I was one of these people.  I used to (and still do on occasion) make fun of my friends who were in these long and involved relationships, their constant battles, and their drama.  I always told them their relationships were far too much trouble then they were worth, and I was so glad that I depended on no one.   But then the other night, I awoke at about three a.m., and when I rolled over in my bed I was once again greeted by a wall.  There was no other person, no young woman that I was fervently in love with; no soft breathing to remind me that someone loved me back.  There was just a wall.  I stared at it for quite a while, the faint lines from the paint brush still quite evident in the moonlight.  It was in that moment that I realized how hollow those words of independence and self-reliance were, and how lonely I really was.  Sure, I have friends and a great family, people around me who would do anything for me and vice versa, but at three a.m., when I wanted nothing more than to hold someone and tell her I love her, I had a wall.   So, what is all this about?  You know, I am not sure. I am getting older, and while I know many would fervently remind me of how young I am and how much time I still have to find that one person that I am meant for, I cannot help but look at the way my life is now, take stock all that I have and all that I have experienced, and not recognize the possibility that I may end up, alone.  How can one even begin to prepare for a life like that?  Sure there are women around me that I talk to, that I am interested in, even one that knows of my feelings for her and returns them.  But as much as I care for her, and as much as I know that she wants to be with me, still I cannot shake the feelings of loneliness.  She is quite far away now, and we do not talk that often anymore.  I had expected this to happen, that as time passed that distance would be too great for us to conquer.  Perhaps it was that initial defeatist attitude that sabotaged any advancement for us, and once again it only serves to reinforce my thoughts of how I shall end up.   Of course, I can always lose myself in my friends.  I have a great many of them, and I am quite social.  I love meeting people, talking, interacting, and experiencing new things with them.  I have many friends now that are as close to me as any family member, and some I have known for so long they are practically family.  Will they be there, all of my life, ready to stand by me and help me whenever I need them?  Of course they are.  We have forged relationships that could never be challenged or broken, and for that I am grateful.  And I have met new people who, while months ago our relationship started as nothing more than a simple diversion to help me ease a little college stress, who now I cannot wait to talk to each night.  It's great, meeting new people and experiencing all this with them, and I look forward to each new minute.   But at the end of every night, at the end of every dinner, every conversation, I return to my wall.  It is solid, it is bare, it is beige, and it reminds me every night that I am alone.  I fall asleep, wake up, and again am greeted by this wall.  For the longest time I knew I hated that wall, but I could never figure out why.  It has done nothing more than shield me from the outside elements, warm me when I was at my coldest, and provide me with a place to think and reflect. But the hate came on anyway, and it is only now that I am realizing that the wall is not my problem.....the loneliness is.

My continued research into the disease that plagues Fleet Admiral Janeway does not go well.  While I have isolated the illness, I have yet to determine its cause or a way to cure it with any definition.  While I cannot name specifically what it is she suffers from, it can best be described as a type of white blood cell overload.  All the white blood cells of her body seem to be in a state of hyperdrive, their production level way above normal.  At a first glance, one would think this increase indicative of a bacterial or parasitic infection, but at this point I believe there to be more to it than that.  I believe, that after the initial infection, the bacteriophage responsible for that inital stage may have altered the nuclear DNA of her WBC's sending them to this hyperactive state.  Normally they would have returned to baseline levels, but this disease seems to thrive in the mass numbers.  There are a few things that concern me: One is her eosinophil count.  Eosinophils are responsible for responding in the event of a parasitic invasion, so they would naturally be the first ones infected.  This of course would explain their high numbers, but now the percentage of Eosinophils in her blood have risen to dangerous levels, and I cannot stop it.  The average human eosinophil count is about five percent, but hers is currently fourteen percent.  This high percentage is troublesome, simply for the fact that upon degranulation of eosinophils, they release an array of cytotoxic cationic proteins that damage the surrounding tissues.  Too many of these could lead to her death.  Another thing that bothers me is her NK or Natural Killer cell count.  These cells are normally the regulators, making sure to control cell production by killing the cell before it becomes a problem.  Unfortunately, I can find no NK cells in the Admiral's body, and this lack of cells is extremely troubling.  Somehow, I must find a way to stimulate NK cell production without continuing to stimulate the production of her other WBC's, and I must isolate the bacteriophage or parasite responsible for the original infection or else my work would be for nothing.

Recently I have begun research into the mysterious illnes that currently plagues Fleet Admiral Kathryn Janeway.  I became acquatined with her ailment only a few weeks previous and the following log entries will document my attempts to save her life. The patient's inital symptoms are: joint and muscle pain, lack of apetite, fatigue, sensitivity to light and touch, and an increasing sensitivity to heat.  As far as can be determined at this point, no physical representations of advanced disease have occured (hair loss, tumors, leisons, sores, etc...) but as the patient is now absent it is hard to acertain if these manifestations have not begun. Before the patient left, I was able to obtain several blood samples from the Admiral, and though they are now several weeks old, they still provide the best information.  I am convinced that the answers to all this lie in the blood, and I am attempting a full histiological workup at this time.  I can only hope that the disease does not mutate or rapidly increase in productivity while the Admiral is gone, and that the cure I develop for her will still be viable. Preliminary testing shows that the Admiral's leucocyte production is quite low, with Eosinophils and basophils showing the least in production in her body. Her neutrophilic count however, is alarmingly high, and I can only hope this is not the end result of some anastomosing tumor that has now branched to her lymphatic and endocrine system.  Systemic linkage on this magnitude could lead to a more severe form of disase that would be near impossible to treat.  Wherever the Admiral is, I hope she takes good care of herself.  At last report, she was using B-12 vitamin injections to supplement her energy loss, but the virility of the disease has probably made this stop gap measure futile by now.  My first series of tests should be completed in the morning, and I shall make a full report of findings after the analysis.

General OrdersGeneral Order #1 (PRIME DIRECTIVE)As the right of each sentient being to live in accordance with its normal cultural evolution is considered sacred, no Starfleet personnel may interfere with the normal and healthy development of alien life and culture. Such interference includes: introducing superior knowledge, strength, or technology to a world whose society is incapable of handling such advantages wisely. Starfleet personnel may not violate this Prime Directive, even to save their lives and/or their ships, unless they are acting to right an earlier violation or an accidental contamination of said culture. This directive takes precedence over any and all other considerations, and carries with it the highest moral obligation. General Order #2 No Starfleet personnel shall unnecessarily use force, either collectively or individually, against members of the United Federation of Planets, their duly authorized representatives, spokespersons, or designated leaders, or members of any sentient non-member race, for any reason whatsoever. General Order #3 The sovereignty of each Federation members being respected in all things, Starfleet personnel shall observe any and all statutes, laws, ordinances, and rules of governance currently in effect within the jurisdiction of a member planet. Violators of such ordinances will be subject to such punishments or corrections as shall be determined by local governmental bodies. General Order #4 If contact is made with hitherto undiscovered intelligent life forms, under no circumstances shall Starfleet personnel, either by word or deed, inform said life forms that worlds other than their own exists outside the confines of their own space. General Order #5 In cases of extreme emergency, Federation special representatives are empowered to assume emergency powers to deal with a condition or circumstance that is deemed hazardous to the welfare of Federation citizenry. Within the scope of these emergency powers, duly authorized civilian personnel may assume temporary command of Starfleet vessels and/or personnel to deal with the emergency. Starfleet personnel must submit to their authority for the duration of the crisis. General Order #6 The request for emergency assistance from Federation citizenry demands unconditional priority from Starfleet personnel. Such personnel shall immediately respond to said request, postponing all other activities. General Order #7 No Starfleet vessel shall visit the planet Talos IV under any circumstances, emergency or otherwise. This order supersedes General Order 6. Any transgression of this general order shall be punishable by death. General Order #8 Upon sighting a warship within Federation space and identifying it as belonging to a foreign power, the commander of the Starfleet vessel shall determine the reason(s) for that craft's presence in the vicinity. If there is conclusive evidence that the vessel has a hostile intention, the Federation vessel may take appropriate action to safeguard the lives and property of Federation members. In such cases, the commander may use his discretion in deciding whether to use force to disable the hostile vessel. However, care should be taken to avoid unnecessary loss of sentient life. General Order #9 No commander of a Starfleet vessel, military or auxiliary, may grant political asylum to any individual without first being given express permission to do so by a representative of the Federation government. General Order #10 If there exists eyewitness testimony by senior officers or similar verifiable evidence that an individual has violated the Prime Directive, said individual may be relieved of duty by a duly sworn representative of the Federation government and placed under immediate arrest. The governmental representative shall then take such action as he deems necessary to minimize the results of the violation. General Order #11 Starfleet officers with the rank of captain or higher are granted full authority to negotiate conditions of agreement and/or treaties with legal representatives of non-Federation planets. In such circumstances, the acting officer carries de factor powers of a Federation special ambassador. Any and all agreements arranged in this manner are subject to approval by the Commander in Chief of Starfleet Command and the Secretary of Starfleet. General Order #12 Federation officers may violate Neutral Zone areas as designated by treaty only if such action is required to save the lives of Federation citizens under conditions of extreme emergency. General Order #13 Except when orders state to the contrary, Starfleet personnel will respect the territorial integrity of independent planetary systems and governments, and will not violate territorial space belonging to such worlds. General Order #14 Starfleet personnel may intervene in local planetary affairs to restore general order and to secure the lives and property of Federation citizens only upon receiving a direct order to do so from a civilian official with the title of governor or higher. General Order #15 No officer of flag rank may travel into a potentially hazardous area without suitable armed escort. General Order #16 Starfleet personnel may extend technological, medical, or other scientific assistance to a member of a previously unrecognized sentient species only if such assistance in no way compromises the Prime Directive of the security of the Federation or Starfleet. General Order #17 Starfleet vessel captains are to consider the lives of their crew members as sacred. In any potentially hostile situation, the captain will place the lives of his crew above the fate of his ship. General Order #18 Upon being accused of treason against the Federation, Starfleet personnel may demand a trial conducted by the Federation judiciary. If the individual is acquitted, Starfleet Command shall have no further legal recourse against the accused in said manner. General Order #19 Except in times of declared emergency, Starfleet personnel may under no circumstances convey personnel or material between planets or planetary systems when there is reason to believe that said personnel or material may be used to conduct aggression. This order applies to independent worlds within the Federation as well as to Federation members. General Order #20 Officers and personnel of Starfleet Command may employ whatever means necessary to prevent the possession, transportation, sale, or commercial exchange of sentient beings being held against their wishes within the boundaries of Federation space. General Order #21 No Starfleet personnel, either officer or enlisted, may offer his services to an independent foreign government without the express authorization of the Federation Assembly. General Order #22 As the rights of individual expression and free discourse are considered sacred, Starfleet personnel may debate the policies and decisions of their governmental representatives privately at any time, to the extent that such discussions do not violate their command oath or specific duties to the Federation per these General Orders or Starfleet regulations. General Order #23 When verifiable proof is presented to the senior commanding officer of a Starfleet vessel or post that a Federation representative may currently be acting or has acted in the past to violate the Prime Directive, the officer may relieve said representative of office, and then assume the full powers of that office pending a full investigation by government officials. General Order #24 If a commanding officer deems that an individual or group of individuals pose a threat to Starfleet personnel or Federation civilians, he may take any action deemed necessary (including the use of force) to secure the safety of those threatened. General Order #25 Civilian and military personnel taken into custody by Starfleet personnel during times of extreme emergency shall be accorded proper treatment consistent with rank or station, insofar as such treatment does not compromise the security of the Federation or Starfleet. General Order #26 No member of a ship's complement or other ground-based installation can be held directly accountable for the actions of their superiors. Similarly, no member of a ship's company or other Starfleet personnel will share in disciplinary measures taken against the commanding officer(s) if said individuals were not directly involved in the actions leading to disciplinary measures. This order extends to conditions involving proven violations of the Prime Directive; where proof of such violations exist. General Order #27 No member of Starfleet shall be required by the assignment of standard duties and responsibilities to undergo extended separation from his family if family members can be reasonably provided for aboard ship or as a part of an existing Starfleet installation. General Order #28 No officer of command rank shall be removed from command status unless such action has the complete and unqualified agreement of at least three senior officers present. Whenever possible, such officers shall include the ship's First Officer, Chief Medical Officer, Counselor, and one junior officer of command station. General Order #29 The primary responsibility of the commander of any Starfleet vessel or installation is the welfare and safety of his crew, including any civilian members. No action may be taken that creates an unwarranted threat to the safety of those individuals under the officer's charge, except in the line of duty and when otherwise unavoidable. General Order #30 Starfleet Command recognizes the right of each ship commander to interpret the specifications of the Prime Directive as he sees fit, consistent with the conditions of other existing general orders in effect, and based upon circumstances that may arise in dealing with newly discovered sentient races. General Order #31 The conditions and specifications of the Prime Directive shall henceforth apply to all sentient life forms discovered, whether they are of natural or artificial origin. General Order #32Except in the case of an extreme emergency, no Starfleet commander is authorized to order his ship to travel faster than Warp Factor Five without express permission from Starfleet Command. The Omega Directive Briefing The Omega Directive was created to deal with a threat not only to the Federation, but to the entire Alpha Quadrant; and indeed the whole Galaxy. Starfleet named the hazard the Omega molecule/particle phenomenon. It was first synthesized over 100 years ago (during the mid-22nd century) by a Starfleet physicist named Ketteract. The molecule created was the most powerful substance known to exist. A single Omega molecule contains the same energy as a warp core. It has been suggested that in theory, a small chain could sustain a civilization. It is not known whether Ketteract was searching for an inexhaustible power source, or a weapon. He created a single molecule particle of Omega, which lasted for only a fraction of a second before it destabilized. His work was done on a classified research center in the Lantaru Sector. Ketteract and 126 of the Federation's leading scientists were lost in the accident. Rescue teams attempting to reach the site, discovered an unexpected secondary effect. There were subspace ruptures extending out several light years. To this day, it is impossible to create a stable warp field in that sector. It can only be traversed under sublight power. This is the danger of the Omega molecule. Omega destroys subspace. A chain reaction could devastate subspace throughout the quadrant. Space-faring civilization would no longer exist, and many lives would be lost in space. When Starfleet learned of this impending danger, it suppressed all knowledge of the Omega phenomenon. Only Starfleet Captains and Federation Flag Officers may view this document� Article 1 Starfleet Captains and Federation Flag Officers must ensure the safety of the quadrant from the Omega threat. To this end, whenever sensors positively determine the presence of Omega in a ship's vicinity it will enter "Omega Protocol." Doing so locks all navigation, sensor, tactical and propulsion systems. Only the ship's Captain, or a Federation Flag Officer can release the Omega lockout. Access to sensor data retrieved on the Omega effect is limited to Clearance Level 10. When Omega has been verified, the ship's captain will contact Starfleet Command immediately. No information may be relayed to the ship's crew. All other priorities are rescinded until the threat is neutralized. The prime directive may be compromised during such a mission, if necessary. Blatant abuse of this power will be prosecuted to the fullest extent using all other Starfleet Directives. If violation of the prime directive is even minimally anticipated, it is authorized and advised. If Starfleet Command cannot be contacted for any reason, the primary priority is the destruction of all Omega molecules detected. There will be no computer record of the sensor logs, and Captain's/Captains' Personal Logs must be either encrypted or deleted.Article 2If Starfleet cannot be contacted the Captain may share information of the Omega Molecule. Only the senior officers of the ship and/or Starbase may help in the destruction of the dangerous molecule.

1. If you add me, talk to me. If I add you, I'll talk to you, maybe send a starter. 2. Unless we're discussing rp, I'll be talking to you as Luffy. 3.If you're a One Piece character, please let me know where you are in the anime/manga/live action. This will prevent spoilers. 4. No rl drama! Rp is meant to destress from that. 5. No godmodding. You won't like the results.  6. I do rp fighting (I even have a playlist marked "battle"), but please refer to rule #5.  7.  I answer every message and comment. If you don't hear from me in more than 7 days, let me know. My message may not have gone through (site crashes >_<). 8. I do para and semi para, and expect the same of you. One liners are okay IF we're in conversation. NO one or two word replies ("yup", "oh really?", etc). Doing that is a waste of my time, because it makes me feel like I'm rping alone, which is boring as hell!" 9. Luffy is in this for adventure, not sex. So no erotic rps!! Anyone even trying to get into his pants will be deleted, blocked, and if you really piss me off, reported!

Warrior's of Light Roles. This group alike the The Alchemist are human, they have a strong hatred to all vampires like Alchemist but unlike them they do not care if they are innocent or not. They have no believe at all in the power of spirit that can bring back people from being strigoi. They focus more on hand to hand attacks they carry a symbol of the sun on them but this are not charmed like the lily tattoos. [OPEN-PENDING-CLOSED]AGE:18LOVE INTEREST: Angeline DawesPLAYBY: Drew RoyTHE BOOKS:Trey Juarez is an 18 year old vampire hunter who lives in Palm Springs, CA. He is a supporting character in the Bloodlines series by Richelle Mead, and one of Sydney Sage's only friends. He is described as being intelligent, muscular, sarcastic, witty, and easy to talk to. He is first introduced in Bloodlines, where he attends Amberwood Prep with Jill, Eddie and Sydney. He helps Sydney find out about the mysterious tattoo shop, Nevermore, and first suspects Sydney for her intelligence, but grows to become fond of her. In The Golden Lily, it is he who sets her up with her first boyfriend, Brayden Cartwright. Trey is described as tan with unruly black hair and intense brown eyes. He works at Spencer's, the coffee shop where Sydney likes to get her coffee. Sydney noted that this is good luck as it often means free drinks and discounts, as well as a friendly face.OUR STORY: Under construction.

  Niffelheim.  The land where the Frost Giants live and rule.  Many Aesir fear going into those wooded areas in fear of being attacked and eaten by the Frost Giants.  But there was an Asgardian that wasn't afraid to enter the frozen tundra.  That man was the hope of Asgard, Thor Odinson.  But the Hope of Asgard had a heavy heart as of late.  After the divorce of Jennifer Walters and the leaving of Elektra, the God of Thunder's heart was heavy.  But instead of sitting in a man cave and watch endless romance movies or listen to a playlist that consisted mainly of the Cure, Thor was out dealing with his broken heart in another way.  Hunting Frost Giants.  Thor continued to drag the heads of the Frost Giants as he continued to walk through Niffelheim.  Rage beat in the heart of the Thunderer.  The skies above dark and cloudy, for it would match how Thor's soul felt at this time.  The blood stained the snow as the ropes tugged hard on the nose rings which Thor used to pull the severed heads.  The God of Thunder himself was unshaven, his beard unkept as he continued to walk through the snow.  His rage pushing him on more and more.  Alongside him was the boar that Jen and Thor once had together, Snorri, as it sniffed out tracks to help his master.  Thor paused for a second, using the magics within Mjolnir to track the company of Frost Giants he was picking off one by one.    But then, a large, green light appeared before Thor, which caused him to place a hand above his brow to keep the light from blinding him fully.  Thor paused as he would see two figures standing before him.  One of them glowing red, and the other, which glowed more brightly, was green.  It didn't take Thor long to piece together it was Wally and Kyle. "See, Wally?  I TOLD you this ring can do anything!"  "Except get you laid.  That is an issue that the Guardians will never be able to solve.  You're a curse.  Every woman that dates you dies."  "And what about you?  Every woman you date ends up getting trapped in the Speed Force."  "At least my loved ones come back ALIVE!"  Thor could hear the bickering as he walked towards the two.  His shadow soon cast over the two as Wally and Kyle turned to Thor.  "Thine voices.  Even in the sanctity of Niffelheim, thine words still pierce Thor's brain and give him a headache!"  "THOR! Buddy!  We're all worried that you've gone off the deep end with this love stuff.  We were expecting you to suddenly try to attack the entire world or some crazy stuff."  "Unlike the Midgardians, Thor doth not sit and watch romantic teen movies all day, eat ice cream, and masturbate."  "FUCK YOU, THOR!  And your idea of going on a Frost Giant killing spree is going to help you feel better?  You know PETA's going to have a field day when they hear about this?"  "How many vegans does it take to change a lightbulb?  None, vegans can't change anything"  "But killing Frost Giants?  I can understand maybe playing a violent video game, but this is too much."  "Jesus promised to eliminate all wicked people.  Thor promised to eliminate all Frost Giants.  Thor doesn't know about thee, but there aren't many Frost Giants around."  Wally turned to Kyle, raising an eyebrow.  "When did you promise this?"  Kyle rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger.  "The point is is that you're scaring everyone, Thor.  You've cleaned up crime in New York and the rest of the world.  You've decimated the Frost Giant population. Solved most of the world's problems like hunger, energy, and inflation crises, and not only that, but you've been on a drinking binge."  Thor crossed his arms.  "Alcohol was invented so ugly people would have a chance to have sex.  Without it, thine father wouldn't have thought twice of being with thine mother.  Besides, Thor hasn't been that bad..."  "You've consumed all the alcohol in every state since then!  Forget abolition!  Whenever you're around, people hide the liquor because they don't want you to drink it!  I can't even go to the bar anymore without the bartender going 'fresh out'!" "What about the time that thou smoked the funny cigarettes and ate all the food in the Tri-State area to satisfy thy need for sustenance, or what thou said, 'munchies'?"  "Hey!  You said you'd keep that a secret!"  "Thor remembers the condom comment...Reversing them inside out to get some girls that were all for Going Green?"  "When you go in the backdoor, it's brown, though."  "ENOUGH!  Look, Thor, we know you're hurting and you're taking your rage out on everything that comes your way, but it's getting to the point where we're concerned.  You're too angry.  Hurricane season has been a bitch without you making them larger and disastrous.  You owe an apology to the east coast!"  "Yeah, Thor.  We miss the old Thor.  The one that used to smile all the time, whether or not the joke was on him.  The Thor that wasn't bloodthirsty. And the Thor that wasn't a raging alcohol trying to drown out all of his sorrows.  And the Thor that doesn't threaten to kill us in a drunken or angry stupor when we make fun of him.  I can only make fun of Kyle for so long before it even bores the Hell out of me!  The Mighty Thor can't let a woman beat him like that?  He's dated thousands of women and not let one girl give him Bitch Dependency!" Thor looked down at the rope and looked behind him to see the heads of the Frost Gaints.  Thor nodded before looking down at Snorri as he sat at his master's feet.  Thor thought long and hard before giving a smile, patting Snorri's head. "What's the difference between herpes and a relationship with Jennifer Walters?"  Kyle and Wally were confused before Thor lifted his head to look up at them.  "Herpes lasts forever..."  Kyle and Wally smiled before hugging Thor, laughing as they knew they got through to their Asgardian friend.  They had brought Thor back from the edges of bitch dependency.  "Thank Odin you're back, Thor.  The other Thor scared me.  Who else are we going to make fun of and not get killed for it?"  Thor narrowed his eyes at the two of them before looking at Wally. "Remember, Wallace, the difference between a bachelor and a married man is that a bachelor comes home, sees what's in the refrigerator, and goes to bed while a married man comes home, sees what's in the bed, and goes to the refrigerator."  Thor then turned to Kyle.  "And Kyle, the difference between sin and shame is that it is a sin to put it in, but it's a shame to pull it out. Almost like fat girls and mopeds.  Fun to ride but thou doth not want thine friends to find out.  Right, Mr. Rayner?"  Thor laughed before setting them both down. He picked up the ropes again before turning to the direction of the sun.  The clouds started to disperse, signalling that Thor was now calmer and happier. "Come!  Thor heard that 25 cent wing night is back at Hooters!" "Awesome!  I love their wings!"  Thor and Wally looked back at Kyle with a "are you serious" look on their faces.  "What?"  "Thou goes for the wings?  Thor goes for the breasts...And he'll let that one sink in."  "Hey...Wait..."  Before Kyle could finish his sentence, Thor smiled and raised Mjolnir, teleporting the four of them out of Niffelheim and to the closest Hooters.

About Me: I love to Role Play. Simple and plain. I role play on several sites but prefer the interaction on social sites. Overall, I guess I've been using Hawkeye for around nine years. I know the character in and out, his up and downs, loves and losts. I know what he can do in a fight and what he can't. Comic history? I have that too in abundance.The World of Role-play According to Clint Barton:COMMUNICATION: My biggest request is communication. Before we play a major idea out, we plot. I don't mind the random chats or role-plays but if it is something that will directly affect the role-play history of Hawkeye continuity here? We must discuss it. Just send me a message and we'll talk.GODMODING: DO NOT put me into no choice situations. Shoot them, punch them, beat the hell out of them, insult them, but always give them a choice. If you break this rule, I will not play with you anymore. Ever. Clint Barton is Marvel Comics copyrighted character but when I write him here, I have the right to decide if he dies or lives. Not some dumbass "fight and kill" role-player with a woody on for violence. Comic writers do not kill off their characters without plotting together, I expect the same from the people I role-play with. With that said, I'm not above taking blows and love to spar.GATECRASHING: I seriously dislike gatecrashers. What I mean by this is, don't just butt in on my RP, or if I'm RPing with someone without... COMMUNICATING first to make sure all parties involved are OK with it. If you GATECRASH... well see GODMODING... Ask before you assume anything.IC/OOC: I'm fine with OOC chat to explain something, personally I use ()'s to talk OOC. Also, just because I may know you OOC, or speak to you OOC, it does not mean I know you IC. Chances are unless we have role played an encounter where we know each other, or meet for the first time, I will think you are just some strange weirdo.SCHEDULES: I work a real life job and go to school. I love my RP as much as the next dude but I will not blow off other things IRL. If I am at work I will always be OOC and using the ()'s to talk to people when I can log from there unless it is bulletins. I may still put the () in there at times if I feel I am misunderstood by the people I am talking to. I will usually make some strange IC excuse of why or what I am doing.DETAILS/STORY/FACTS: Get the story, who, what, when, why, how, background, and research done if you are going to make a large Earth-shattering plot. Don't go in half cocked and not have the facts to back it up. Create a setting for the RP. Take notes if you must to remember people, places, and names. It will just enhance and enrich the RP. Don't sweat the normal day to day RP. COMMENTS: I do not role-play with any character that deletes their comments. My replies to a storyline are my creation and not something that I want deleted. I want the stories I have helped write to be read and enjoyed by others. No exceptions. Also, please do not send me random starters without messaging me first. FUN: This is FUN, damn it! If I get annoyed frustrated or bothered, it's probably because I am not having fun anymore. That usually happens on one of the aforementioned guidelines for my character if he is not respected. I'm one of the the most easy going, nice, funny, joker, sarcastic, stupid, intense, detailed-oriented players in the world, I am told. I like to think that's true. If its not fun for all parties involved, it's not fun for anyone, and that's the whole point of this.Cyber: Yes..I do but only with those I am comfortable with. I'm not that 3am booty call when your horny and your boyfriend isn't around. Besides, I don't see why role-players have 20 kids when all they had to do was use a condom IC. No baby daddy stuff for me at random.Misc.: I have a deep respect for everyone around me and expect the same in return towards me. I will tolerate NO drama OOC, IC is fine. I act stupid sometimes. I try to be a comedian as Hawkeye would be. If I offend anyone, please let me know in messages and I'll go from there if I agree with you. Now..I'm just curious how many people will sign this without me asking.

Clint Barton was orphaned at an early age when his parents died in a car accident and was sent to a children's home with his brother Bernard. He and his brother ran away to join the Carson Carnival of Traveling Wonders, and the pair worked as roustabouts. While a member of the circus, Hawkeye was trained by the original Swordsman (Jacques Duquesne) and Trickshot. Clint's life, however, would forever be changed after he stumbled onto the Swordsman counting the money he had just robbed from the carnival. The Swordsman offered Clint to become his partner in crime, but Clint rejected his mentor, sparking a fight that ended when the Swordsman left him for dead after he fell from the high wire. Barney, too, abandoned him, in disbelief that Clint passed up such an opportunity. Trickshot stepped up his role as Clint's mentor, later asking him to join him in raiding a criminal named Marko. However, Clint severely injured one of Marko's guards and discovered him to be his brother, Barney. Repelled by the consequences of his actions (and his mentor's role in prompting them), he abandoned Trickshot and parted on bad terms. His natural archery abilities honed to an expert level, Clint wandered the country, working in various carnivals or otherwise making money out of the costume and persona of "Hawkeye". One day, when witnessing Iron Man save the lives of some people at the carnival, he decided to become a costumed crime-fighter himself. But as luck would have it, on Hawkeye's first night on patrol, he was mistaken for a criminal by the police and hunted down. He soon met the Black Widow, who was working at the time as a costumed villain for her country, and she easily seduced the hot-headed adventurer, making him think it was in his interest to defeat Iron Man. He attempted to do so according to her prompting on several occasions, but soon wised up, regretting his decision. Instead, he hoped to join Iron Man's team of Avengers. As a way of proving himself, he broke into the Avengers Mansion and convinced their butler, Jarvis, to play the role of a victim so he could display his powers. Iron Man vouched for Hawkeye, and he joined the new line-up that included Captain America, the Scarlet Witch, and Quicksilver. Hawkeye stayed with the Avengers for a long time, leaving only briefly when his temper and ego led him to believe he wasn't wanted. He returned after a short period, having joined the "non-team" Defenders in the meantime. At one point, Hawkeye was passed over accompanying the Avengers in theKree-Skrull War due to his lack of superhuman abilities. Not one to be deterred so easily, Hawkeye took on the identity of Goliath with the use of Hank Pym's size-altering particles. He hitched a ride so as to join the team in their intergalactic adventure and maintained the Goliath identity for several months upon their return to Earth. During his time as Goliath, Clint was approached by his brother, who had become a big-time racketeer. Barney had learned of Egghead's plans to construct an orbiting laser death-ray to extort money from the United States and came to the Avengers for help. The Avengers confronted Egghead and his allies, the Mad Thinker and the Puppet Master, but tragically, Barney died in the ensuing battle. Later, Egghead would use the Swordsman to capture Clint as Goliath, thinking him to be Hank Pym, but Hawkeye-as-Goliath soon defeated both criminals, avenging his brother at last. Soon afterward, Clint abandoned the Goliath identity but continued to serve the Avengers as Hawkeye the Marksman. Another leave of absence was forced upon him, when, due to a type of "affirmative action", he was replaced by the Falcon to comply with the Avengers' government sanction. During this time, he eventually found employment as a night security guard for Cross Technological Enterprises (CTE). Never gone from his team for long, he soon rejoined the fold, although one particular solo adventure would have a lasting impact. His boss, head of CTE, was the villain known as Crossfire and hoped to test his ultrasonic equipment with which he hoped to turn heroes against one another, With the help of the ex-secret agent, Mockingbird, Hawkeye defeated Crossfire. The two heroes, head over heels in love, promptly got married. At the time, the Vision was expanding the Avengers' operations, and he named Hawkeye chairman of a west coast branch of Avengers, and Mockingbird joined him as a charter member. Hawkeye led the team through several adventures, growing into a competent leader. He even had time to embark on a series of solo adventures. During one of these latter adventures, Hawkeye had to defend himself against many costumed mercenaries and villains hoping to collect a bounty placed on his right arm. The mastermind behind it all proved to be Trickshot, now dying of cancer, and he was hoping to goad Hawkeye into killing him. Instead, Hawkeye reconciled with his former mentor and friend. During an adventure where the team became lost in the past, his wife was involved with the death of the Old West hero, the Phantom Rider, and the situation caused the couple to split up. Shortly after, the government forced the membership of the U.S.Agent on the team, and Hawkeye quit. Both he and Mockingbird wound up investigating and leading the heroes known as the Great Lakes Avengers. Eventually, however, Hawkeye left the Midwest to rejoin the Avengers West Coast, although he never really led the team again. Hawkeye continued to adventure with the team, even alongside his separated wife, and was present with them when Mockingbird was killed in a demonic dimension, saving her husband's life from an attack by Mephisto.> Eventually drawn back to the Avengers' fold when the team was attacked in a plan orchestrated by Immortus, Hawkeye was present with the team when they apparently died, sacrificing themselves to absorb the energies of Onslaught. Eventually, Hawkeye and the other heroes were restored, and Hawkeye quickly rejoined the reforming Avengers.However, Hawkeye was dissatisfied. His previous experience as a team leader left him feeling too anxious as a regular member. Hawkeye turned his attention instead to the team of reforming villains, the Thunderbolts. Sympathetic because of his own outlaw past and eager for new challenges, Hawkeye offered to serve as the Thunderbolts' new leader if they would continue fighting crime and remain reformed. During his stint as their leader, he became a friend and mentor to the group, honing their skills and greatly enhancing their reputations. He and his teammate Moonstone had even began developing romantic inclinations. The Thunderbolts soon became trusted allies of the Avengers, though Hawkeye formally resigned his membership in the latter group since he didn't want any perceived criminal association with the Thunderbolts to negatively impact the Avengers. Hawkeye returned to the Avengers full-time. At one point, he and the Wasp had a dallying romance, upsetting Yellowjacket, and the two heroes avoided talking about the uncomfortable situation. Soon afterwards, however, the Avengers suffered a series of sudden and devastating attacks from friends and enemies alike, culminating in a surprise attack by the alien Kree. During the Kree invasion, Hawkeye suffered a mortal shot to the back. In his dying moments, Hawkeye overpowered a Kree soldier, using the soldier's jetpack to fly both of them into the Kree's command ship. Hawkeye sacrificed his life to single-handedly thwart the invasion. (These attacks were in part motivated by the Scarlet Witch, whose mind became unhinged with the magical powers she constantly felt forced to control, and it is believed the Kree invasion was all a magical construct of the Scarlet Witch.)Hawkeye showed up alive once more in the Scarlet Witch's mutant-dominated alternate reality, with no memory of the reality before. When a young mutant gave several of the heroes the ability to remember the way the world once was, Clint and the others were horrified at what the Scarlet Witch had done.With his memory restored, Hawkeye remembered the events his own death. When the heroes confronted the Witch and her children, Hawkeye angrily shot her in the back, demanding to know why she had killed him, as he was her friend and had only love for her. One of the Witch's children made Hawkeye vanish into nothingness with just a thought. After reality was restored several heroes arrived at the ruined Avenger's Mansion after a report that someone had been there, only to find Clint's costume and a newspaper cutting about his death, pinned to the ruins by Hawkeye's trademark purple arrows. It was later revealed that Clint indeed survived and that he was the one who nailed the costume on the wall. He realized that the whole world thought that he was dead and he himself also had doubts of who he really was. In his disordered state of mind he found himself standing in front of Doctor Strange's house. He met Strange who ensured him that he was who he thinks he is and that he is indeed alive. Strange informed him of what had happened and that Wanda couldn't be found and that he thought she might be dead. Clint didn't believe this and started to search for her. He found her in Wundagore Mountain where she lived with her aunt Agatha. She didn't remember anything and didn't recognize him at all. She also told him that she had lived her whole life in that village.Clint decided to stay in the village for some time with her until he for some reason came back to the states and contacted Iron Man revealing to him that he was alive. After Iron Man had ensured that he was who he said he was he made Clint an offer to be the next Captain America. Clint even tried the flag on and got to use the original shield but he realized that it was a mistake when he met Patriot and new Hawkeye who convinced that he wasn't Captain America. Clint let them escape and gave the shield back to Iron Man and told him that he will mail the "flag" later.Not long after this Clint again found himself in front of Doctor Strange's house now seeming as though it had been abandoned and sold to a franchise company. In reality, however, it was illusion cast by Strange to hide himself and his team members from Iron Man. They decided to show themselves to Clint and after some talk and magic they decided to give Clint Ronin's costume. They then left to Japan to save their team member Maya Lopez from the Hand.After an alien Skrull ship crashes in the Savage Land, Clint battles and kills a Skrull impersonating Mockingbird and himself. He is later reunited with the real Mockingbird during a final battle with the Skrulls. And though the two fought about their past at first, they eventually started their relationship once more.While Clint and his wife join up with the New Avengers to search for Luke Cage's daughter, Norman Osborn forms the Dark Avengers with villains assuming the identities of fugitive heroes; Bullseye assumes the identity of Hawkeye. Clint is very much infuriated that those who would exploit their good names take advantage of the invasion. He doesn't even want to wait for the Dark Avengers to show their true colors and wants to fight them immediately. After a failed attempt to lure the Dark Avengers into a battle turns instead into a fight with the Hood's crime syndicate, Clint goes on television, unmasked, and publicly denounces the Dark Avengers, stating that Osborn has formed an alliance with the Hood, and urging people to fight against his new regime. When Norman Osborn declares war on the X-Men that reside in Utopia; Clint remarks to the other New Avengers that he is going to kill Norman. With no one backing him Clint assaults Avenger Tower on his own; only to fail and get arrested by Osborn. Eventually Clint is freed by his fellow team-mates, but not before being tortured by Osbourne. After the Siege of Asgard, Clint is part of the new heroic age of heroes and he remains as part of Steve Roger's main team of Avengers.

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This is where I will put all my Fanfics, both of these take place after the Series ended.   SPEAK NOW                                                    By Melissa  ....  .... Authors Note: this fanfic is sort of AU in the sense that Daniel is about to Marry Wilhelmina I  will do a "Previously on Ugly Betty" bit just so you'd get the sense of where all of this comes from however I don't think I'll ever write the whole fic.  ....  ....  ....  .... Previously on Ugly Betty(Scene Wilhelmina and Claire)"the only Way we will save this magazine is if Daniel marries me" Claire Laughs but then upon realizing something says "oh GOD You're serious.. Wilhelmina I thought we were past this, He lives in London, He's happy, He's dating Betty"Wilhelmina smirks a little at the irony and thought of it all, she had devised this plan long ago "well then I'm sure He'll be pleased to know You ran his magazine to the ground"  .... (Scene) Wilhelmina to Marc "Make sure Betty is not invited to this wedding"**************** "I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion But you are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl I sneak in and see your friends and her snotty little family all dressed in Pastel And she is yelling at a brides maid somewhere back inside a room wearing a gown shaped like a pastry, this is surely not what you thought it would be, I lose myself in a daydream where I stand and say" (Not a part of the fic: "Don't say Yes run away now I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the Back door, don't wait, or say a single vow, You need to hear me out when they said speak now")  .... Betty had heard of the wedding through her best friend Amanda, she knew Daniel was going back to New York due to business related issues but she had no idea that Wilhelmina had stooped this low, she had assumed she was over this sort of behavior sadly for her she was not, she obviously was not invited but she snuck in anyway, she could see their friends all were not amused with sudden changes of event's she figured they all assumed when Play boy Daniel Meade got married it was because he was marrying Betty for Love not Marrying Wilhelmina Slater to save the company, this was very unlike him, something his now deceased father would do.  She Looked around as she noticed the few people who were a part of this wedding, her daughter Nico and Marc standing there Not looking pleased but looking elegant and eating up the moment nonetheless, and as she walked the halls of the church she could hear Wilhelmina screaming at some bridesmaid she paid for the duty that day "I don't care that you don't look good in Green I said I wanted you wearing the Green dress not the Blue one, I don't want you clashing with me" Wilhelmina had said causing Betty to roll her eyes "typical" she mused to herself.  .... "Fun gestures are exchanged while the organ starts to play a song that sounds like a death march, and I am hiding in the curtains it seems that I was uninvited by your lovely bride to be, She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen, and I Know that you wish it was me, you wish it was me don't you" (again not in the fan fic: "Don't say Yes run away Now I'll meet you when You're out of the church at the back door, don't wait, or say a single vow You need to hear me out when  they  said speak now, Don't say yes, run away now I'll meet you when You're out of the  church at the back door, don't wait or say a single vow You're time Is running out when they said speak now")Betty sighed as she heard the music begin from her hiding place behind the curtain , other then the lovely bride no one really looked happy in fact it almost seemed as though this was more of a funeral then a wedding, in a way it had been, she knew that if Daniel went through with this it would be the death of not only Mode Magazine but Meade Publications as well, she was deep in thought wondering  how in the world she could stop him.  .... Daniel himself stood there sighing how he got himself in this situation was beyond him, He certainly didn't want to marry Wilhelmina Slater, No he wanted to marry Betty she had been all he wanted from the moment he realized how he felt a few years ago, as he saw Wilhelmina walking down the aisle he tried to close his eyes imagining that was Betty making his way towards her not Wilhelmina but deep down inside it wasn't working He knew he couldn't go through with this.  .... "I hear the preacher say speak now or forever hold Your Peace, there's a silence, there's My last chance I stand up with shaky hands all eyes on me, Horrified looks from everyone in the room But I'm only Looking at You, I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white Veil occasion, But You are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl"As Betty watched the scene unfold she realized she couldn't let him do this, he didn't love her and she know deep down inside he knew he didn't have to do this, there were other ways to save the Magazine and marrying Wilhelmina was not one of them ,then the Perfect opportunity presented itself, The Preacher spoke up his words echoing her ears "If there is any one that attest to this union speak now or forever hold your peace" Betty bit her lip, her hands shaking as she stood from her perch "Stop," all eyes were on her horrified at the situation or maybe it was a look of shock she was the last one they would imagine that would stop a wedding, either way she ignored the looks and continued speaking 'Daniel, I know you, You don't want to do this, there are other ways, You don't love her, and we both know she doesn't love you, she's using you Daniel.." that was all she could say, she simply ran out hoping to GOD he'd follow her.  .... "Don't say Yes run away now I'll meet you when You're out of the church at the back door, don't wait or say a single vow, You need to hear me out when they said Speak now, And You'll say "Let's run away now, I'll meet you when I'm out of my tux at the back door, Baby I didn't say my vows, so glad You were around when they said speak now"  .... Once Daniel got his bearings he looked at Wilhelmina, the Preacher and then back to Wilhelmina "she's right, I don't have to do this, the Magazine was yours You were the one that Lost the money You are the one that needs to save it"Wilhelmina was shocked as she watched him rush off it was all she could do to yell "where are you going"Daniel briefly turned as he said "to go after the woman I Love"  He found her by the door of the church tears in her perfect brown eyes, he wiped them away with his fingers "I couldn't do it Betty, You were right, I love you, I love you more then anything I'm sorry I put you through this" he kissed her with all the passion he felt inside, she smiled as she gazed into his baby blue eyes, he continued to speak "let me get out of this tux then You and I will leave maybe  go somewhere private and all ours" he replied raising his eyebrow.  She blinked away the last tear as she simply said "Our Bridge" He kissed her again as if answering her without having to say the words; it was in that moment they both realized it was all going to be okay  ....  .... THE END  ....   Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own the rights to Ugly Betty,it's characters or it's affiliates nor do I own the rights to Taylor Swifts song "Sparks Fly" if I did that would make me Taylor Swift and I can assure you that I am NOT.   Authors Note: Betty and Daniel have been together for 3 Years ,they now have a 1 year old Daughter Named Rosa ,this is where the story starts Parts of the song are loosely based on the song "Sparks fly" (it is a Christmas story though clearly it is not a Christmas Song) here is the lyrics   "The way you move is like a full on rain storm and I'm a house of cards you're the kind of reckless that should send me running and I kind of know that I won't get far and you stood there in front of me Just close enough to touch, close enough to Hope  You couldn't see what I was thinking of" (chorus)  Chorus: "drop everything Now,Meet me in the pouring rain,Kiss me on the sidewalk take away the Pain cause I see Sparks fly whenever you smile, Get me with those Green eyes baby as the lights go down give me something that will haunt me when you're not around I see Sparks fly whenever You smile" "My Mind forgets to remind me that you're a bad idea,You touch me once and It's really something You find I'm even better then You imagined I would be,I'm on my guard for the rest of the world but with You I know It's no good and I should wait patiently But I really wish you would" (chorus)"I run my Fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild,Just keep on keeping your eyes on me it's just wrong enough to make it feel right, and lead me up the staircase won't you whisper soft and slow, I'm captivated by you baby Like a fireworks show" Chorus to end                                                                                                                           A Christmas to Remember                                                                        By Melissa       If You would have told Him 5 Years ago that Daniel Meade would be where he was with who he was He probably would have laughed at You But Life had a funny way of working out,Fate was a odd thing,Yes he still thought about Molly but in a good way, He had to thank her in his own little way, if she Hadn't of died He wouldn't have gone to Hilda and Bobby's wedding as Betty's Date, He wouldn't have realized He loved her so much more then a Friend,Her leaving to take a Job in London wouldn't have broken his heart so much so that He needed to keep her in his life by following her there,they wouldn't have gone on that fateful First Date ,they wouldn't have gotten Married and they wouldn't have the beautiful One Year old daughter that now Lay asleep on her Mother's lap, Little Rosa Claire Meade had been the most beautiful baby He had ever laid his eyes on even more so then Christina and Stewarts son,Every one around them had said she looked Just like Daniel right down to the vibrant blue eyes that now were closed in a slumber that was needed from the Long flight from Heathrow airport to JFK ,But in Daniel's mind his eyes were the only thing about him that she had the rest of her was as beautiful as her Mother. Once the  Pilot announced they landed Daniel gently nudged his lovely bride "hey" he whispered softly in an effort to not wake up the sleeping child in her arms "we're here" all he got was a groggy "mmm" he giggled a little as he touched her ,he Held her up lightly watching as Rosa too murmured in her sleep but then had fallen asleep again, He grabbed their carry ons as he raised an eyebrow he said "is it bad that I'm  more excited to see Your Family then I am to seeing Mine?" Betty giggled as she held his free hand the thought of being His Wife surprised her more so then it did Him ,never in a million years did she realize He could love someone as Plain and homely as her (mind you she no longer had braces and oddly enough lost some weight after having Rosa but still in her mind she would always be "ugly betty") ,she shrugged as she continued to speak "they aren't that bad any more Baby"He smirked as he Looked at her "easy for you to say You just became a part of the family" she shrugged as she gave him a look "You forget I was a part of your life way before we got together ,You've all grown up a lot since I've known all of you" He kissed her lightly as he said "we owe it all to you baby" as he Kissed her Young Rosa squirmed and gave off a slight cry causing Betty to Pout just a little "I love you too baby but if you wake Her up I swear to God I'll Kill you" she said jokingly   It had been a few days Later they were slowly dancing in the small living room of what used to be her home,How they all managed to end up staying there was beyond her, Not only was Hilda and Bobby now married they too had a child ,5 year old Brianna, Her Father had been re married to Elena and Daniel and Betty of course had Rosa but still this had always been home and Christmas just wouldn't be Christmas without them all together in the same house. They continued to dance as their daughter sat on the floor preoccupied with the toys that had been given to her, for a brief moment Betty forgot they weren't alone that there was a family full of people two of which were small children as Daniel spun her around his hand on her waist causing her heart to rush and her face to turn crimson she turned around to Kiss him ,gazing into his mesmerizing blue eyes,her tongue grazing his own aching for the passion he so often gave her,she tilted her head waiting for him to reciprocate the action and he had until he heard Rosa begun to scream "DADDA" the young infant pouted the toy she had been intrigued with had been snatched away by her cousin Brianna,Hilda swooped into action scolding her own young child and handing the Build A Bear Toy she had given her niece back to it's rightful owner,she then gave Daniel and Betty a look as she said with a smirk upon her face "You two need to get a room" the thought made the two lovers shudder it wasn't often they lost control like that especially when everyone was in the room staring at them, they finally regained their composure and sat next to each other as the Suarez Family continued with their Christmas Eve tradition. As the Last of the Suarez' had gone to Bed Ignacio Yawned It took a lot but Justin finally yawned and trudged his way up to his old bedroom now shared with his baby sister. Ignacio now turned to Daniel and Betty lifting up young Rosa as she had fallen asleep on the blanket on the floor, he grinned at his youngest grand child "I'll Put her down Mija You two get the lights when you go to bed?" it was more of a statement then a question and Betty knew what he meant "Okay Papi " she simply said watching as he traipsed upstairs cradling her baby girl in his arms causing Betty to sigh happily, Daniel grinned kissing her lightly on the lips,the flickering of the Christmas tree Lights flashing in his blue orbs,she winked as she kissed him back and then looked at him "well we're alone" she said softly seeing as not to wake anyone up Daniel raised an eyebrow as He looked at her  "Here? In your dad's Living room?" She smirked as she playfully punched him "baby It's all I've been thinking of since we got off the plane 5 days ago" she raised her own eyebrow as she said "besides You were okay with the Love making at your Mom's house" she mocked a pout knowing it got to his heart strings He bit his lip staring up at her "Not fair Betty You know I can't handle that pout and Making love in mom's house is different,this is YOUR family you have morals the Meade's clearly we do not"she smirked as she gave him a look "Daniel,baby I'm not liking your Pillow talk right now"He kissed her back as he said "sorry" her pouty lips were making it very difficult for him to say no ,he lifted her up Kissing her with more passion then before "I love you and I wanna make made passionate love to you" He softly whispered as he gave her a look "is that better?" he questioned Betty snickered as she said "A little Cheesey But it's getting there" He kissed her with passion and then said " Betty,I do Love you More then you could ever know and every time I look at you I see the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on,the woman I fell in love with,My Very Best friend" he whispered more softly then he had before Betty grinned blushing at his words but she knew he spoke from the heart "I love you to" she whispered back They had finally reached her old childhood bedroom as he laid her in the bed she had called her own for so many years, he stripped her of her clothing as he said "Merry Christmas to me" she giggled as she unbuttoned his shirt "Merry Christmas" she said with seriousness the night would be filled with passion and Love and it would indeed be a Very Merry Christmas       THE END   Happy little accident:3 in the morning and Betty had been laying there staring up at the ceiling, By now she knew she was certain what had been ailing her, She had been late according to her calendar, but she also had a test just waiting for her to take. She had every intention to go take it in the morning, before work, with Daniel but now as she laid there feeling ill, She decided now was as good as any, this had been why she had tiptoed out of bed, being super quiet, Given what Daniel had gone through with his previous wife, She did not want to scare him with what he would more then likely think ailed her.She had found herself in the bathroom, feeling ill for the upteenth time that day, Why was it called "morning sickness" When it just didn't happen in the morning, She pondered. When she had gathered her bearings she peed on the stick, watching as two red lines had appeared, She held on to the sink ,she had been in shock though she really shouldn't have been, She knew.. deep down she knew and at that moment as scared as she was, she couldn't be happier.Despite the fact that he knew she was trying to hide it, Daniel knew, He heard her, he frowned as he got up, He wasn't about to lose another wife, Especially her, Losing Betty was not an option to him, He slowly got up out of bed and knocked on the door "Betty are you okay?" He asked, she was shaking and she was certain she had gone a little pale but she lied "I'm Fine Daniel" Even from the other side of the door he knew she wasn't telling the truth "Betty come on, Let me in, I know when you're lying to me" He offered, She sighed as she opened the door, His worst nightmare had faced him."Oh God this can't be happening not now.." he said frowning as he saw how pale she had been, She shook her head and touched his shoulder lightly "Daniel, I'm fine…" He cut her off as he looked back at her "no you're not, Betty… We need to take you to the doctors….. You've been sick for awhile now and.. God I can't lose another wife, .. I can't lose you, Believe it or not I Love you more then I Loved Molly… Losing you.. It's not an option" Betty could see the fear in his big blue eyes she took his hand and squeezed it as she spoke again trying to reassure him as best as she knew how to "Daniel… I promise I'm fine…" He shook his head as he looked at her "You don't know that, Your Mom… She died of Cancer.. That's hereditary you know.." She cut him off again as she reached for the Pregnancy test he had failed to see "It's not Cancer Baby…" she was smiling now, which in a way had confused him .."God Daniel.." She began looking at him "Are you completely dense… Just look" She said handing him the pregnancy test. It took him a minute to process what he saw but when he had the frown had slowly turned to a Grin "We…re… going to??!! You're???" She nodded as she looked at him "I'm Pregnant" She finished, He engulfed her in  a hug not letting her go for quite some time. They weren't exactly trying but sometimes life handed you Happy little Accidents.*******************Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own the rights to Ugly Betty or it's character's, This drabble is when Betty's Dad dies Trigger warning: Involves Death, Plug pulling, The Corona Virus:Taken away way too soon:Life had been rather happy for Betty for quite some time. She and Daniel had begun to date, They had gotten married, Had Emily and due to the fact that Wilhelmina Slater had once again drove Mode in to the ground, The tiny Meade family had moved back to New York, Life had been rather busy for awhile but she was happy. That Had been however when The Corona Virus Hit.For the first few months Her and Daniel had worked from home The Mask Mandate was not truly an issue for them, Nor was The Publication building closed, No the problem had been that Emily's school was closed, and rather then sticking her with just one parent they both decided to stay home with her, That had not been the only change, A Year after the Virus had hit and due to the new Variant her only living parent had fallen ill, She had always been optimistic , Thinking that perhaps he would get better and they would be celebrating holidays together, Enjoying Summer, and in September celebrating Emily's birthday as a family, that had not come to be however.It had been around noon on February 12th two days before Valentines day, She had just put the latest Issue of Mode to bed and had been working on a few other things when she heard her cell phone Buzz, She saw it was Hilda but she had assumed it wasn't all that important, She had made a mental note to call her back at Lunch, a few short minutes later and she something told her she needed to check the message now.. all she had heard was "Betty, you need to come to the hospital right now, Papi's taking a turn for the worse, They don't think he's going to make it" The news had made Betty sob, she wasn't even paying attention when Daniel walked in to the room "I Just asked Alexis if she'd watch…." He looked over at his wife seeing the tears roll from her eyes,  He rushed over to her side hugging her "Hey… are you okay?" they never hid their relationship, even when they were just friends, and she knew he always gave the best hugs, She held him tight as she sobbed in to his chest "it's Papi…. They don't think he's going to make it" Daniel fixed her hair and gazed in to her eyes "Well then, We should leave, I'm sure things will be fine here, You need to say good bye to your dad" He offered he knew how she felt.It had not been long when they reached the hospital, She rushed over to Hilda's side hugging her tightly, then going over to Bobby, "His temperature hasn't gone down and he's slowly detoriating but due to mandates THEY won't let us in!!" She said glaring over at the doctor, Betty shook her head as she looked at them "What do you mean we can't go in, He's our dad…" The doctor shook his head and spoke "I'm sorry… due to the Virus We are not allowed to let you in, But you are sure, You want us to pull the plug?" He had asked, It wasn't an easy decision but they all knew it was time "We..'re sure" She offered, The small family had looked through the glass partition as they watched his vital signs go down and his heart beat stop, It was enough to make Betty Sob all over again, her only comfort , Daniel's hand squeezing her own and the soft kiss on her forehead.**************Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own the rights to Ugly Betty or it's character's, This one is loosely based on "Mine" By Taylor swift and is extremely AU: Full lyric's after Drabble:"You're are the Best thing….. That's ever been mine""You were in college working part time waiting tables, Left a small town never looked back, I was a flight risk with a fear of falling, wondering why we bothered with love if it never lasts, I say can you believe it, as we're lying on the couch, that moment I can see it… yeah yeah.. I can see it now""The Past"Betty had been studying for her finals, fearing that she wouldn't truly be passing letting alone graduating, Life at home had not been good, Her mom's illness had grown worse and it had caused a great deal of tension, Maybe that was why she found herself in the restaurant that day, That had been when she saw  him, the most handsome adorable Man with dark brown hair and big blue eyes , Her heart racing as he came her way "Hi, I'm Daniel, I'll be your waiter, What can I get for you.." He asked as he looked down at his notepad, When he had looked up he saw her, She wasn't all that pretty not to most people's standards, but there was something about her that made his heart race."I remember how it felt sitting by the water, You put your arms around me for the first time, You made a rebel of the careless man's careful daughter, You are the best thing thats ever been mine""The Past" (actual show, give or take a few lines)It wasn't really a date by any means, It was more or less Betty trying to get Daniel's mind off of his ex girlfriend and He getting her mind off of the crush she had on Henry, Of course the Press didn't see things that way, she giggled as she ran "are they gone? Did we dodge them?" She asked, Daniel turned around laughing as he nodded his head "I think so" He offered , She nodded as she spoke "good, I'm starving, wanna a grab a Pizza?" She asked, He nodded "Sounds good to me""Flash forward and we're taking on the world together, and there's a drawer of my things at your place, You learned my secrets and you figured out why I'm guarded, you say we'll never make my Parents mistakes, but we've got bills to pay, we've got nothing figured out, when it got hard to take… yeah yeah, this is what I thought about""The Present" Work had been exuriating that day, The models had been testy but that was normal for Mode Models, Somehow though Betty and Daniel made things work, They were married now, with their own daughter, She however was no longer his assistant, She had become  Co Editor in Chief , That had been why she strolled in to his office , a smile on her face "Don't mind me Daniel.. Just coming in to grab some of my candy" she teased reaching in to his desk drawer, causing him to smile back at her, He reached over to kiss her, One of The models had walked by raising an eyebrow "Oh seriously get a room!" she said walking away, It had caused the two Meade's to chuckle, Life could not get any better then it had in that moment.Full song Lyrics: Oh, oh, ohOh, oh, ohYou were in college, working part-time, waiting tablesLeft a small town, never looked backI was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin'Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lastsI say, "Can you believe it?"As we're lyin' on the couchThe moment, I can see itYes, yes, I can see it nowDo you remember, we were sittin', there by the water?You put your arm around me for the first timeYou made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughterYou are the best thing, that's ever been mineFlash forward, and we're takin' on the world togetherAnd there's a drawer of my things at your placeYou learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guardedYou say we'll never make my parents' mistakesAnd we got bills to payWe got nothin' figured outWhen it was hard to takeYes, yesThis is what I thought aboutDo you remember, we were sittin' there, by the water?You put your arm around me, for the first timeYou made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughterYou are the best thing, that's ever been mineDo you remember all the city lights on the water?You saw me start to believe, for the first timeYou made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughterYou are the best thing, that's ever been mineOh, oh, oh, ohAnd I remember that fight, two-thirty am'Cause everything was slipping right out of our handsI ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the streetBraced myself for the goodbye,'Cause that's all I've ever knownThen, you took me by surpriseYou said, "I'll never leave you alone"You said, "I remember how we felt, sitting by the waterAnd every time I look at you, it's like the first timeI fell in love with a careless man's careful daughterShe is the best thing that's ever been mine"You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughterYou are the best thing, that's ever been mineDo you believe it?We're gonna make it nowAnd I can see it   ******************  After the Ugly Betty Finale Part One "Daniel is this a Date"   After work that Evening Betty had changed out of her clothes and began to settle in, Daniel had called her right after she had seen him on her lunch break to confirm their dinner date, It hadn't truly dawned on her that this was to be an actual date, He had been her friend for so long she had no idea There had been any feelings at all.    At this precise moment in time She had been searching for something to wear, He didn't really tell her where they were going but she assumed seeing as he just came to town and probably hadn't had much money on him it wouldn't be anything to overly expensive, She opted for a nice pair of jeans and a sweater. Just as she had chosen the outfit her IPhone face time app had rung. "Oh Hey A, Miss me much" She said rather teasingly,  She was one of her best friends, which was odd in and of itself but it worked. Amanda raised an eyebrow as she teased back "Nope, not really, this place has been a lot quieter since you left…." Betty laughed and then sat down as she had gotten serious "You'll never guess who is here…." She began only for Amanda to interrupt her, the events that lead to Daniel Meade ending up in London had been the talk of the town "Daniel, I know.. We ALLL know" She offered. Betty had been clueless as she looked at the screen "How did you know…?" She asked , for some odd reason it hadn't dawned on her that he gave up everything to be with her. Amanda shook her head "B are you completely dense?" she said in shock. Betty raised an eyebrow as she spoke "What do you mean?" She asked. Amanda gave her a look that had said it all "When a guy gives up his families legacy to their nemesis and follows a girl to London that usually means he's in love with her.. Geez I thought I was the dense one in the friendship" She said teasing again. This had been the second time Betty had heard this , but she truly did not believe it.. After all it was Daniel, they were friends,.. best friends even but not lovers. "What?.. No.. No.." Amanda laughed as she nodded her head "Yes.. Yes.. and is that what you're wearing on your date?" It took Betty all she had in her to not freak out a little, Something inside her had said that Amanda had been right.. this had been why she said "A.. I need to go"    After hours of finding something else to wear she had finally chosen a nice fancy out fit, A part of her had felt as though she was stupid for choosing it, What if Amanda had been wrong, What if this wasn't a date, what if she was over dressed, She pondered, She could feel her heart racing rapidly at the thought of Him, She had not felt this way since… Well She dated Henry ions ago, But this wasn't love was it? She hadn't fallen in love with her best friend, Was she going insane? She had pondered some more, all she knew was she was eager for this Date.   A few more hours had passed and when her apartment bell buzzed Betty rushed over to the door eager to let him in, God he looked so handsome standing there, that dimpled grin smiling at her. He felt his own heart race as he spoke "Betty.. You look great" He offered , He wanted to take her right then and there. "Are you ready to go?" He asked trying desperately to control the beating of his heart. Betty nodded as she looked at him "Yeah.. Uh So Amanda faced timed me today" She began, half trying to make some small talk in order to control her own emotions she was  having , He smiled again, which hadn't really helped her situation much "She can't seem to live without you can she" he teased, though inwardly he had been thinking that no one could truly live without her, There was something about her that had won over every one's heart. She looked up at him, this was it, she needed to know "..She… She said you're here because of me, because You're in love with me.. that this is a date date.. Daniel.." She began looking up at his big blue eyes "Is this a date.. because if it is…" she was going to say more but those eyes. had been staring at her "Betty" he began as he continued to smile at her "Shut up" He offered as he walked closer to her and began to kiss her with passion, When the kiss broke off, she looked up at him " So this is a date?" She asked him again, He was grinning now as he said "It… It's a date" This time it was her that had inched closer going in for the kill, she kissed him back, More then likely they wouldn't even make it to the restaurant that night.