just a warning, I wrote chapter 1 because i might made a few more chapters but i am great a starting things and absolutely horrible at finishing them so I may or may not write up more.

I've reread it but I am tired and may or may not have missed a mistake or two so please try and read past them.

Please Enjoy!

Rylander stood up groggily, back popping as he tried to rub the sleep as well as the massive headache from behind his eyes. He took a moment to look through blurred eyes.

"Where the. . ." The room he seemed to be in was a shabby hotel. As he continued to look around at the slightly trashed room he began to walk toward where he was sure the bathroom was located. Suddenly he began to trip on a comforter that laid upon ground and tumbled over the lump under it. Rylander continued to lay there for a second until the lump under him shifted. He jumped back when it began to groan but quickly relaxed when incoherent Spanish came muffled from under the comforter. He sighed, relieved it was just Caesar. Raising his eyebrow he wondered why the young scientist was curled up on the ground.

Hearing a loud crash his head snapped to left to determine the source of the noise. A movement he instantly regretted when his vision swam and stomach flipped.

"What the hell?" Peter said sitting up from the couch, pushing off various cans and what appeared to be a boa. He looked around the room until his eyes fell upon his coworker and friend whose head rested in his hands.

"Gabe?" He asked when the man in question turned to meet his eye and he continued. "Where the hell are we?" Meechum asked dragging his legs off the couch.

"A hotel room it seems." Rylander answered shrugging his shoulders. He furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes as he examined Meechum's arm.

"Pete, what's that on your arm." The man looked down at is left then his right. At first he was going to question why his sleeve was ripped off but then he saw three thin needle like things protruding from his upper arm. He reached up with his left and plucked out the one the stuck out the most.

"Ow! Shit." He said rubbing the spot where it once was. Meechum tried to focus as he studied the thing that was previously in his arm. "It, looks like some sort of quill." He said looking back at his friend. Meechum furrowed his brow. "Where the hell are your pants?" Surprised Rylander looked down to see himself in his boxers wearing god knows whose flip flops.

"Okay there is no way we drank enough to be this hung over." Rylander said massaging his temples, both trying to recall the events of the previous night. Hearing a groan he was reminded of Caesar who was curled up in the comforter behind him. "You okay under there Caesar?" Rylander said, picking himself up and continuing towards the bathroom.

"Creo que va a estar enfermo y si siento que mi cabeza va a implosionar." Came his muffled reply.

"English, Caesar." Rylander explained. He turned waiting for the younger man to reply but he was silent. "Caesar?" After another short moment he answered.

"There is an e.v.o. under here." He said. Both older men look at each other with matching expressions of confusion.

"Exucse me?" Meechum asked as if he misheard. Slowly Caesar sat up and removed the comforted to reveal a small, pale e.v.o. curled up against him. They all sat in silence unsure of what to say. Curiously Caesar reached down and pets the menacing looking thing on what appeared to be its head. Despite its large fangs and sharp quills on its back, the moment it began to make a purr-like noise at his touch Caesar couldn't help but think of how cute it was.

"Well it appears to be harmless." Caesar said as he continued to stroke the e.v.o.s head.

"Harmless my ass, I bet that thing is responsible for the quills stuck in my arm." Meechum snapped back thrusting his arm forward to show him the damage. Looking up, Caesar, tilted his head as his eyes skipped over the quills and went straight to Meechum's head. While Meechum's brows rose as he got a good look at the younger man's face. Both men then spoke in unison.

"What happened to your face?"

"Why is your tie on your head?"

Meechum reached up feeling the tie wrapped around his cranium and yanked it off. While Caesar looked questioningly up at Rylander.

"Holy crap Caesar did you get in a fight?" Rylander asked, somehow knowing he wouldn't remember the events of last night along with the older men. And having a hard time imagining Caesar in a actual, physical fight. Caesar tiled his head in question. What he couldn't see was the large bruise on his cheek and the line of dried blood at the corner of his mouth that went down to his chin. Shaking his head, Rylander began walking towards the bathroom for the third time. This time he actually made it to the door and as soon as he opened his he slammed it shut causing the two men behind him to flinch.

"Jesus Gabe, what was that for?" Snapped Meechum in a hushed, angered tone.

"There is an e.v.o in here." Rylander said staring at the door.

"Wow great observations skills you got there Doctor Rylander. I too see that there is indeed an e.v.o. in this very room." Meechum mouthed while he rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the couch.

"No, I mean there is a big e.v.o. in the bathroom." Both Meechum and Caesar looked at each other and then towards Rylander. With a skeptical eye brow raised, Meechum made his way towards the bathroom. Once again the bathroom door was opened only to be slammed seconds after. Both older scientists silently stared at each other.

"Rex? Mijo where are you." Caesar called as loud as he could with the head throbbing pain in his skill. He remembered his younger brother who tagged along the night before has yet to make an appearance. All three waited but no response came. Meechum and Rylander began to look around the room only to find the young teen was nowhere to be found.

"He must have been called to an emergence last night" Rylander reasoned. "Why don't we give him a call, maybe he can clarify what happened last night." Without needing to be asked Caesar raddled off Rex's memorized number for the older man to call. Rylander went over to the hotel phone and dialed in the number. Within seconds of dialing an odd music began to play from the couch. Being closest Caesar crawled over to pick up the cell phone blaring the awful loud ringtone.

"That's odd, Rex never leaves his phone." Rylander said hanging up the phone. Once again silence spread through the room. After staring at the cell, Caesar cursed for the first time in a long time when he looked up at the men who gathered next to him.

"So where the hell his Rex?"