* The Dresden Files do not belong to me. Ivey does not belong to me.

SPOILER ALERT FOR Small Favor! Read at own Risk! By the way I'm still reading as of now so for any mistakes please forgive me! Lol just another one of those plots that wouldn't shut up!

Italics is thoughts/inner archive voices

Demons that are sealed in the coins speaking

Ch I

Alone. Dark. Alone. I knew all this at once. I also knew that in Alabama a woman was signing over the rights to her newborn baby because she couldn't take it anymore. I knew that here in Chicago, right here, a man at a law firm was writing a legal contract for his boss who was in some financial trouble.

I, Lindsey West, do hereby sign the care of my child, Matthew West, over to the state… I drowned out the rest. Think… think…. I hesitated to open my eyes. Hesitated to see Kincaid dead and Mr. Dresden cut to pieces.

My dear sister, I miss you sooo much! You really need to call me! I coughed as stale air hit my lungs. I'm going to die. They don't know I know, but I do know it… I tried to tune it out, tried to be a small child who was scared, tried to be anything but the Archive.

"Archive…" a voice drawled lazily, "it's time to wake up. Archive. C'mon now-you don't want to make us upset!" false humor. Great. The sound of a scribbling pen on paper and suddenly I just knew.

Archive. Wake up. You know it's for the best. C'mon little Archive. Get up and play nice and then you'll be rewarded. I shut my eyes tighter and winced as the words made an imprint on my mind. Archive. Archive. Archive! I snapped my eyes open to make it stop.

"Ah! There we go." A shadowed figure straightened up and laid the pencil down. "Now let's begin Archive." I lowered my gaze to the floor and felt my body shake.

"What's wrong?" the voice sounded unsympathetic.

I knew what was coming. I remembered, clear as day that one time when I'd been five someone wrote something on torture. He'd been kept in a solitary room and: had been beaten until my ribs were cracked, and my leg was broken from the knee down. My wrist was broken, then removed with a hack saw and my eye- I tried to not dwell on that one that much.

"I know they'll come for me." I whispered, keeping calm. The same man that had been tortured had said that when he was calm they left him alone.

"No one will come Ivey," the shadow whispered, "because you are all alone. You don't have a family. You're the Archive. You're not allowed. Not anymore."

That was right… I was alone… my family was all gone… everyone….