This fic is mostly centred around Tara (as, to be fair, they often are), so in light of that, I thought I'd take a moment here to recommend a song that always rather reminds me of her. Its by Kim Richley, and its called 'A Place Called Home'; 'Angel' fans will probably recognise it as the song playing at the end of the episode when Fred died. So yeah, download it if you can, check it out on youtube (I know there's at least one vid on there that features it), or just have a peek at the lyrics, because it's a really nice song.

Rated for language – one use of the 'f' word (no RiD fans, not 'feminist' (wink)), and a few 'shit's.

Ok, so, I know nothing about Rohypnol, its effects (although I did look those up on that always-reliable source, the internet) or treatment of it, so for treatment especially I've pretty much just made it up to suit me and how I wanna do this, so if you do happen to know lots about it then.. well, just try and forget it, sit back, and enjoy the fic, ok?

Vince, Howard, Naboo and Bollo were sat in the living room chatting and listening to the Pippets when the phone rang.

'I'll go' said Vince, stepping over various legs in his platforms and picking up the receiver. 'Hello?'

'Vince?' said a distant voice.

'Who's.. Tara? Is that you?' On the sofa, Naboo turned at the mention of his girlfriend's name.

'Yeah, hi, um… is Naboo with you?' Tara sounded odd.

'Yeah, you want him?'

'No, I, um… could you send him to get me please? I'm.. just send him?'

'What, why, what's wrong?'

Howard turned the stereo down to listen.

'Well, I, um..' she paused for a moment, then appeared to remember what she was trying to say. 'Yeah, right, well.. I was in this pub yeah, and.. I'm usually really careful yeah, but it was this little country pub so I thought it'd be alright…'

'Tara, what are you talking about?'

'I don't feel right, I only had one drink but I left it while I went to the loo… I think someone mighta put something in it..'

Geoff Higgins didn't consider himself a bad sort of bloke. Ok, so maybe he wasn't a 'good guy', but he wasn't evil. He knew his life wasn't exactly something he could be proud of, but he could be doing worse. Hell, it wasn't like he was organising a war to find something that didn't exist or anything, was it? Its societies fault he thought. If there wasn't so much importance on being young and thin, I wouldn't have to do this sort of thing.

The girl, tonight's, was about 50 feet in front of him. She was a pretty little thing, and he hadn't seen her around before. Most importantly, she was alone.

Yep, only a short chapter, but never fear as it's all pre-written so the next one should be up tomorrow night, unless I feel like being particularly evil and decide to make you wait!

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