So... over the past few months I have started several stories but haven't finished a single one of them. Unless you count that super-depressing death!drabble, which I don't.

Anyway, I'm going to post what I've got here. It's not too much.

I'd really appreciate your opinions here. Love it? Hate it? More importantly, do you think any of these are worth continuing? If yes, which one?

( No More Than Black And White | J2 AU )

( Try Not To Think, Darling | J2 )

( Bury All Your Secrets In My Skin | Eliot/John Winchester )

( Demons And Highschool. But Maybe That's The Same Thing | Sam/Dean )

So, this is it. Let me know what you think!

I love this man.

Your character, Castiel, is accused by Anna [Julie McNiven] of not being able to feel real emotion, but he seems to have a real affection for Dean [Jensen Ackles]. How do you work with that sort of dichotomy?

Collins: Yes, how do you explain the homoerotic tension [laughs]? ... I think that it's sort of, by the transitive property, he's beginning to feel emotion ever so slightly. That's my answer to the question. By his proximity to Dean, some of Dean's human properties are beginning to rub off on Castiel. And he's starting to feel, and I think that he doesn't really know how to interpret the feelings.

source but watch out, there may be spoilers.



So...by his proximity to Dean, Dean's properties are beginning to rub off on Castiel, which creates homoerotic tension. Oh, I'm going to shut up now.

Whoa. squeeee!

This is from an old transcript of a con that both Chris, Steve and whole bunch of people I don't know, attended.

S: Question for Steve - Do you think you could have done the kissing scenes with Julie better than Chris?

Steve: [pause] Is Julie in the room right now? [laughs] I just met Julie yesterday, actually for the first time...and I...definitely think I could have done it better.

SR: [pretending to be Chris] Nah, not better man, just different!

Steve: The question is, could I have kissed Chris better tha kissing Julie? [laughs] One time!! We were drunk! We were in London...

But seriously! How did I miss this?!

Also, talking about their favourite bodyparts:

Chris: How about your own favorite?

Steve: I like my eyes.

Chris: I like your hair... [smiles]

Steve: [to Chris] Oh, well I love that area [on you] right here [gets up and lifts his shirt, pointing to his hip bones]

The rest of the transcript is just as fabulous by the way :D You can read it here.

It's snowing! :D







I totally screwed that French exam up, simply because there wasn't enough time. And lack of time should really not be the reason why someone screws up an exam.

I started watching "The Big Bang Theory", I squee about Merlin, cause it's kinda slashier than Torchwood even if it lacks onscreen kissing, I read fics, I don't wanna sleep (which is weird, cause I always wanna sleep), have to study for the biology exam on thursday, got 7 points in practical geology ("you haven't said anything all year so you'll 'only' get 7 points" - seriously, what's wrong with that guy? it's a C-! I'd get worse marks in 5th grade!), try not to die on wednesday... and I just started writing an original sci-fi story. I've only got the introduction so far, though.

Does anyone want to read it? Cause if anyone does, I'll posts it here or something.

Anyway, got to go, see y'all!

ETA: Does it make me a geek if I think this is really really cool? :D



ETA2: LOVE. check out their other videos, they're so made of win!!

Hey, is it just me, or is Stargate Atlantis getting worse with every episode? (Especially since this is the second episode without Major Lorne, which makes everything kinda boring.)

But seriously. I don't like it anymore. Reasons why I still watch it? Kavan Smith aka Major Evan Lorne, the Deadalus and potential Slash.

And there's a lot of the latter. Which reminds me, Spoilers for 5x06 The Shrine!

It's kinda weird and kinda hysterical at the same time. While the whole plot is a lot about Rodney/Jennifer - and when I say a lot, I mean a lot, if the "I love you" at the end is anything to go by - there doesn't seem to be quite as much love there as there is between Rodney and John. And this is me saying this, and I don't even like Rodney/John (aka McShep).

But really. Rodney's talking into a camera and suddenly realises that John isn't there anymore and he spends the next 10 minutes or so running through Atlantis to his quarters. We see John lying in his bed but getting up pretty quickly when Rodney's shouting his name from the other side of the door. That's when we see John's t-shirt of doom.

I'm in love with that t-shirt.

T-shirt Love

Who could resist that?

Anyway, so there's a lot of more-or-less-hugging, touching and Sheppards invites Rodney to lie down. Do I have to remind you that the only bed in the room is John's? Rodney says no, and it just gets better. They grab some beer and head out to one of the gorgeous Atlantis Piers. They are sitting there, John still in his sleeping clothes (pyjama bottoms and the t-shirt of doom) and barefoot (I think I have a thing for guys who are barefoot. First of all, there's Lorne. Then Ten (in Smith and Jones). Now Sheppard.. There is orange light coming from somewhere and hell! It's even kinda romantic. Even the Keller/McKay storyline can convince anyone otherwise: it's either a totally intense friendship, or something a little bit more, even if they're not really acting on it.

That said, SGA still sucks. Which doesn't stop me from watching it, cause I love Lorne far too much. So, reasons to watch? Lorne, Deadalus, potential Slash and awesome t-shirts.

Cheers!

Did I mention I FUCKING HATE my computer screen? Seriously, my drawing all end up looking like shit cause they look better on my computer screen than in reality! *headdesks*

But anyway. I managed to draw a gay picture ♥ One of them looks a tiny bit like Jensen, actually. Well, I used him as a refernece, so it's no huge surprise. But only for the chin, hair and nose. 'Only'...yeah.

So, the first one is obviously the ugly outcome and the second a picture of my computer screen. I'm just colouring the picture but I doubt I'll post it cause the pictures look even worse in colour. Oh, did I mention I hate my screen?

	hesitation
	hesitation screen

One more day and I have to go back to school... damn.

New Layout - same me!

Title: (Not quite) following the Sun
Author: Neyne
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: For 2x12 Fragments
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of these characters. I just play with them.
Summary: After getting Myfanwy to the Hub, Jack runs into a certain Welshman.
Note: I didn't write anything for half a month, but I hope this isn't too bad... Also, a huge thank you to the9thdoctor for betaing!

Jack's heavy footsteps on the cold stone floor seemed to be the only sound that night. It was long past midnight, probably closer to the next morning than he preferred, but the adrenaline still surging through him kept Jack awake. Not that he needed sleep, anyway. It just helped to pass the time, because even as head of a secret, alien-catching organisation, the nights tended to get long, boring and most of all, lonely.

He had put the still unconscious pterodactyl in the Archives, sealing the doors with an alien artefact they had discovered four days ago. The space should be big enough for it to be able to fly around, and he couldn't risk it smashing their equipment in the Hub.

That had probably been the good part about not having an Archivist; he wouldn't be murdered for letting a dinosaur ruin their Archiving-System. Maybe he could convince Ianto that the mess had already been there before.

At least it would give the Welshman something to do. Jack still wasn't quite sure why he had hired Ianto. Former Archivist at Torchwood One, no exceptional skills or abilities...he had been good at catching the pterodactyl, Jack had to give him that, but that was pretty much it. Just a young, quite handsome man in a suit, seeming somehow lost and desperate, and looking for a job at an organisation that had killed his co-workers, his girlfriend and everything he'd known. And yet here he was, probably getting ready for his first day at work at the very moment.

Or not. Locking the Tourist Office behind him, Jack found himself staring at the slender, already familiar form of a young man leaning against the railing and looking over the deep, black water. Ianto jumped when he noticed someone standing beside him.

"What are you still doing here?" Jack asked, copying Ianto's posture as he looked straight ahead, at the point where the sun had been going down many hours ago.

"Thinking." Ianto shot him a side glance, but the Captain didn't seem to notice. And if he did, he didn't turn his head.

"About what?"

"About whether this is the right thing to do."

Jack pushed himself up in one fast movement, turning to face Ianto. "Are you telling me you don't want the job anymore? You were the one stalking me!"

"I want the job alright. It's not that." Ianto shook his head. He knew Harkness would want more answers, answers he couldn't give him, but he had gotten more and more used to lying over the past few years. The lies kept escaping him before he even realized it, and it worked. For how long, though?

Jack's expression softened a bit as he studied the Welshman's face. "Then what is it?"

"Doing this again. After Canary Wharf," he lied. "It's just a bit much right now."

Well, it was a nice half-truth. It was weird to go alien hunting again, like nothing had ever happened. Only that whenever he closed his eyes, he could see Lisa lying on the conversion unit, crying in her sleep because he had run out of sedatives. He could see himself looking down on her in some mixture of pity, fear, love and disgust.

"You won't have to work in the field, anyway. As you said, you're the Butler. And believe me, this is nothing like Torchwood London."

Ianto nodded absently. The cold metal of the railing was slowly pressing into his arms but he didn't move. He suddenly realized how close the Captain was, his arm brushing Ianto's slightly. Ianto found himself back at the warehouse, lying on top of the other man, faces only inches apart. Something had happened there, something that kept him awake and that made him come here, staring into space.

Jack's voice brought him back to reality.

"You know, if you ever want to tell me why you really want to work here, you know where to find me."

Ianto quickly pushed himself up, but didn't step back. No need to be too obvious, he told himself. People said that if you told yourself something long enough, you might even believe it. Ianto hoped that was true.

"Pardon me?"

Jack just grinned. "Never mind. I'll see you first thing in the morning. Well, in a couple of hours, anyway."

Before the Welshman knew what was happening, Jack pressed a quick kiss to his lips, and disappeared, great coat swaying behind him.

Ianto must have stood there several minutes, before he finally readjusted his jaw and turned to leave. He wouldn't get any sleep, but it wasn't particularly warm either, and he had to change into a new suit.

Soon, the spot in front of the Tourist Office was vacated, the water in the bay forming a black surface, waiting for the sun to crack it open again.

When Ianto entered Jack's office a few hours later, the Captain barely looked up as he automatically took the offered mug.

"We could use your help in the Archives, we've had a slight..disturbance there a while ago, maybe you could sort that out," he said, and went back to the mission report he was reading.

When he didn't say anything else, Ianto nodded quietly and headed for the Archives, glad that he had gotten the chance to take a look at the blueprints before bringing Jack his coffee.

He slowly opened the doors and stepped inside, feeling for the light switch. He was greeted by long, grey rows of dusty shelves; the huge, however spotless Archive of Torchwood Three. The pterodactyl lying on the floor beside the entrance made a sound similar to a yawn as it slowly woke up, stretching its wings and flying away into the...well, darkness of the Archives, Ianto mused. But unlike the cheesy sunset-phrase, this wasn't the end of anything, this was a new start. Somehow. Whatever it was, he'd figure it out. Once he had found a way to get Myfanwy back again.

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Comments are always appreciated.
Also, if you want a sequel of sorts, shout, cause I'm just considering writing one.

yet again. i know they aren't so many, but i know that if i don't post them now, i won't find them again.

How To Fit 5 Torchwood Employees (& a Welshman) Into A Banger by palmface - As the title says. just a bit of exit wounds crack. good one though.

The Face by nomdeplume13 - Ianto meets the Face of Boe, just for a few minutes

Complications by tanarian - Just when you decide to do something, it stops working. Even dying.

A shattered mirror still reflects by tanarian - A post-Cyberwoman AU of kinds

Dewing the Captain’s and Crème, while Jacking your Melon by ciara_mist - Owen gets it a bit wrong. Me too.

Discovery of Hope Part 2 by 805belladonna - My favourite part of belladonna's Loss of Innocence/Discovery of Hope series

The Day was a Tuesday by chester_kat - A beautiful fic that follows Jack through his millions if not billions of years long life and how Ianto Jones fits in the picture

Those with Whom you Work by McRaider - Jack's and Ianto's relationship is so much more, something Gwen didn't notice until she nearly ran into them in town.

Ghost in the Hub by jadesfire2808 - Something makes Ianto disappear not only out the team's sight, but out of their memories.

The Rules Of Torchwood Three: Nicholas Redux by sam_storyteller - Life at the Hub from a new member's perspective

Oh and I totally forgot that now - I recommend ALL fanfics by plotbunniesinc, they're simply AWESOME!!

And yet another thing I forgot - a lovely Gareth/John fanfic (one of the few good ones) : It started with a kiss by mooseythewriter

see ya!
neyne.

Title: Rooftops, Rifts and Random Acts (Part 8/11)
Author: Neyne
Rating: PG-13-ish
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters. I just play with them.
Spoilers: Reference to the events of 'Adrift'. This is an End of Days AU though.
Summary: Something happens when Jack is away, and neither Torchwood, nor Ianto are the same afterwards.
A/N: A huge thank you to the9thdoctor for betaing!

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven

It took another four weeks for the world to end again.

Ianto had just fallen asleep on the couch in his new apartment, when his alien tech locator beeped. He groaned and reached blindly for the device. Yawning and rubbing his eyes, he scanned the data. There were two Judoon ships in orbit and they were coming closer every second. Their destination: London.

He let out a sigh. So much for his night off... Although there were lots of UNIT guys running around in London, they had never dealt with Judoon before. Torchwood Three had.

Ianto remembered the day all too well. It had started out as a normal mission. Another alien had come through the rift, they had put it in the cells and were just deciding what to do with it, when the Judoon appeared, storming in and creating a giant mess. And guess who had to clean up afterwards. According to Jack the Judoon weren't dangerous, at least they wouldn't hurt the team, they were some kind of intergalactic police. And apparently their 'visitor' had been in prison before falling through the rift. Jack had told them to just let the Judoon do their job and to stay out of the way and they wouldn't have any problems.

Except Jack didn't have an exactly clear record. Ianto had had to hide him in one of the lower sections of the Archives, trying very hard to ignore Jack hitting on him. It hadn't worked out.

Well, in the end the Judoon had disappeared - of course not before blowing a hole into the cell door. However he somehow doubted that the team had believed that he and Jack got lost in the Archives on their way back, as they explained it two hours later.

Smiling distantly at the memory, he got up. He had stopped wearing suits a while ago, so he put a pair of black jeans, a black shirt and his leather jacket on and was out of the door within 15 minutes. The drive to London would take a while and he'd probably not be there when the Judoon arrived, but knowing UNIT, he had to get there before they totally screwed things up. And they tended to do that a lot nowadays.


"Rift alarm!" Toshiko shouted in the direction of Jack's office. A minute later, the Captain hurried towards her, while Gwen and Owen appeared from the medical bay. Oliver soon followed.

"What is it?"

Tosh frowned at the screen. "Judoon."

Half an hour later, the SUV was restocked and ready to go.

Meanwhile in London, UNIT prepared an attack. It took a bit longer than usual, they had no more Torchwood after all. However, a few hours later, the weapons were loaded and the technicians only waiting for further instructions.

"Well let's see what they want." Colonel Mace said through gritted teeth.

~*~

The habitants of London had seen a lot of weird things during the last few years. That spaceship, crashing into Big Ben and what turned out to be a fake alien. Another spaceship hovering over London, before leaving again, apparently without causing them any harm. Then the ghosts and metal creatures who were just everywhere - not just in London, but the whole world. Although everybody knew it had started in England's Capital City. It had all ended with that battle in the Canary Wharf Tower. What exactly happened in there wasn't more than a rumor, but many had lost relatives and friends, with no idea how and why. And nobody in the government ever told them what was going on. At some point, they just got used to it. Of course, nobody was very happy when the Christmas Star arrived or the hospital disappeared. But it became part of their every-day life. Only few actually believed that the Titanic had been flying over the city, but even if they did, it wouldn't make a difference. Some said these were mass-hallucinations, others explained that London was haunted, but most simply accepted it. As a result, many didn't even bat an eyelid when five Judoon ships appeared in the sky and landed in the center of London.

They began to panic a few minutes later, though, when the aliens abandoned their ships, only to head for the Houses of Parliament. The people inside started to feel a little uncomfortable.

"30 more minutes if we don't end up in a traffic jam." Oliver stated.

Owen rolled his eyes. "Don't we have emergency lights?"

"Yes, but they're at the Hub."

"Great."

A silver car zipped past them. Jack only saw the driver from the corner of his eye, but he could have sworn that he had seen him before. He groaned in frustration and turned his attention back to the road, avoiding a small red car in front of them. Maybe Gwen was right, and he really started imagining things.

"What is it now, Harkness?"

"Nothing."

35 minutes later, the SUV reached its destination. They were greeted by a single security guard. According to him, everyone else was inside: the Judoon had arrived shortly before the team. They were currently talking to Colonel Mace, he explained. Apparently someone here had committed a crime against intergalactic law two years ago and would now have to bear the consequences.

Jack swore under his breath. "This isn't going to end well." he said, before entering the building and running towards the nearest staircase to find Colonel Mace. The team just stood there for a moment, before hurrying after their Captain.

It didn't take long until Jack got some security guard to tell him where exactly the Judoon had gone off to, and was led through the maze of corridors towards one of the main conference rooms. He knew how the Judoon dealt with problems, no matter if it was the theft of something unimportant and banal or mass-murder: execution. And they weren't afraid to execute everyone who had something to do with the crime when they couldn't find the person in charge. He was not going to let that happen.

Voices came floating towards him from a room at the far end of the corridor. The doors were closed, but he could hear the unmistakable voice of a Judoon, probably the leader.

"...shall be executed for the destruction of a Sycorax ship. Who is in charge of this facility?"

Jack sped up. He couldn't hear anything else from the room, but it was sound proof after all. Still, this being Colonel Mace, who knew what they were up to. If they denied to have anything to do with the destruction... he didn't want to find out what consequences that would have. And they did have something to do with the destruction. Well, kind of. It might have been Torchwood One who had destroyed the Sycorax on Christmas Eve, but Harriet Jones had ordered to fire. However, she wasn't in charge any more. Which left them with the current Prime Minister and the Parliament. And nothing Mace said would convince them otherwise.

"If there is no-one in charge, you are all guilty." the Judoon said as Jack reached the door. He pulled it open and stormed into the room.

He opened his mouth to tell them to stop, but stopped dead when the door on the other side of the room came crashing down and a very familiar person stepped through, gun drawn and not looking particularly happy.

He closed his mouth and stared. Even the Judoon paused, and looked where the noise had come from. For a moment, there was complete silence. Then, recovering the ability to speak, Jack took another step towards the figure, not quite believing what he saw.

"Ianto?"

"Jack?"

On to Part Nine

Yet again, thanks to cowboyhd for the icon!

Title: Rooftops, Rifts and Random Acts (Part 7/11)
Author: Neyne
Rating: PG-13-ish
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters. I just play with them.
Spoilers: Reference to the events of 'Adrift'. This is an End of Days AU though.
Summary: Something happens when Jack is away, and neither Torchwood, nor Ianto are the same afterwards.
A/N: A huge thank you to the9thdoctor for betaing!

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six

Mr Turner was just walking around the corner of the factory he was working in when he heard a weird noise. It seemed to come from a few meters to his left, but nothing was there.

He shrugged and walked on. Then the noise was there again. It sounded a bit like a wounded animal, maybe a dog? Being the curious type, Turner crept forwards. It was beginning to get dark, but he could make out a large garbage container. There was a shuffling sound.
He had nearly reached the container, when he felt someone grip his shoulder. Turning around he realized that there was a man, dressed in a black three-piece suit, standing right behind him. He winced, but before he could even say a word, the man's hand moved to cover his mouth.

"Don't make a sound." he whispered, puncturing every single syllable. Then he just looked at him. Turner started. The man had, for the lack of a better word, the strangest blue eyes he had ever seen. There was an expression of pure determination in them; and Turner just knew that whatever was behind those eyes, it was nothing good, but it wasn't as dangerous as the man in front of him. People say the eyes are the windows to one's soul. Turner was by no means a specialist, but there seemed to be so much more about this man than you could ever guess if you saw him walk down the street, or even if you met him a few times, because even though the most obvious seemed to seep through, the blinds behind those windows were firmly closed.

At some point he realized that the other man probably wanted a reply. He nodded slowly, tearing his eyes away from the stranger who appeared to have only waited for his response. Before he could even blink, he had pulled out a gun from out of nowhere, let go of him and disappeared behind the garbage container.

Taken aback, Turner moved backwards until he hit the wall. A cry came from behind the container. Then another shot, and another scream, but he didn't dare to check on the other man.

Suddenly something appeared in the direction of the main street. At first he thought it was another man, but then he saw the face. Or what should have been a face, but here in the dark it was hard to make anything out. Still, it couldn't be human. It looked in fact like some wild animal, stuffed in leather clothes and walking upright. It came towards him.

Slowly, Turner backed up, keeping an eye on the creature. Not his best decision of the day. He had been walking towards the garbage container and a groan behind him made him aware of yet another creature going in his direction. There was a wall to his left, the first creature in front of him, the second behind him and although there was an entrance to the factory to his right, he knew it wouldn't help much. He had locked it up only 15 minutes ago, and he wasn't going to have the time to unlock it again before the creatures reached him. Whatever they were - they might even be very friendly, backfired genetic experiments or something and might not hurt him at all, but he didn't exactly feel like testing that out.

"Fuck."

He was just calculating the risk of actually attacking the creatures, when a loud bang made him duck instinctively. The creature behind him fell to the floor, dead. Turner spun around. The suit-man was back, quite obviously annoyed. He could spot several bodies on the floor behind him, before he was thrust against the metal container, the taste of blood in his mouth. His sight blurred for a moment.

Next thing he knew was that the man was standing in front of him again, the prior fury and determination replaced by a look of concern.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Turner closed his eyes for a second, hoping that the world would stop spinning. It did, eventually, and he nodded. "I think so." Leaning back against the cold metal, he surveyed the other man's clothes. He frowned at the dark red blood stains on the man's shirt.

"You're bleeding." he pointed out.

The suit-man just shook his head. "I'm fine. Not so sure about you though. You may be concussed. If you want some advice, go to a doctor and have this looked at. Could be bad."

Turner wanted to protest, and had already opened his mouth, however the screeching of car tyres stopped him. A black SUV drove around the corner, came to a sudden halt and several people got out.

The other man cursed under his breath.

"Who are they then?"

When Turner got no response, he turned to face the man, only to realize that he was gone.

On to Part Eight

Does it make me obsessed with Mylar when I dream about Sylar wearing a "Gabriel loves Mohinder!" t-shirt?

Title: If...
Author: Neyne
Rating: G, I guess.
Genre: AU
Characters/Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 2 up to Episode 9 or so.
Summary: What, if Sylar had died in „How to stop an exploding man“?
A/N: Sad and short and AU. I seem to write something like that quite frequently... It's not even real slash, could be friendship or so as well.

If...

Mohinder hated his life. It had all gone wrong, since... yeah since when? Maybe the day when he had entered his fathers apartment. Maybe the day he had gotten that call from Zane Taylor. Maybe the day he had decided to take Molly to The Company, when she refused to wake up. He didn't know.
But it didn't really matter. His life was in pieces, shattered... „Broken“, he whispered, quickening the pace on his way to his father's old apartment. Broken... the word made him even more sad. It reminded him of Sylar. Zane. Gabriel Gray. Whoever he had been in the end, when he had been broken himself, at last. Broken beyond repair. When he had left this world.
And although Mohinder would deny it, if anybody asked, a part of him wished Sylar hadn't left. He had felt much safer, when Sylar had been the only bad guy around. Now he had to deal with a lot of different people. And he didn't feel very comfortable working with The Company either. Especially, since he knew they had wanted to use a manipulated version of the Shanti Virus as a weapon. It could have erased humanity in short time. There was simply nothing that he had with The Company in common, except for the fact that they wanted to help special people as well. Or at least they said so.
Sylar and Mohinder had shared quite some things. For instance had both of them wanted to do something special in this world. They had both tried to track those people with special abilities down, had tried to help them – only that Sylar's methods were a bit different to his. And both of them had been lonely, abandoned by friends, family. Left alone.
While traveling with 'Zane', Mohinder had thought that maybe he didn't have to be alone anymore. But then he had found out who 'Zane' really was and everything had been turned upside down.
Now Mohinder felt even more lonely than before.

Mohinder didn't turn the light on when he entered the empty apartment. He enjoyed the silence and darkness and calm.
It was what Sylar had been. Dark, but calm and just there. Now nobody was there for Mohinder. He could have changed that, earlier, he was certain of that. But now there was no point in denying that it was too late. Too late for everything.
His thoughts were disrupted by the sound of his ringing mobile. Mohinder shrugged, aslike that would make his thoughts go away, and accepted the call. Life might not be like he wanted it to be – not at all – but that didn't stop it from going on. And he had to go along, whether he liked it or not.

END