FINALLY! The first chapter to the last My Name is… trilogy! Not to brag…but I think you'll all see that the long wait was worth it. I'm beyond excited and proud of this story. And not just this book, but of all three! But I am sorry you had to wait so long, guys. Don't ask…but I haven't been that well and life just kind of sand bagged me there for a bit. But I've finally gotten back to writing and in addition to this, I've got a few other projects in the works. If you like Family Guy, superheroes or Futurama, keep an eye out. But I'm getting off point here…

Yes, this is the last book in the trilogy. We are finally going to see the team's over all fate and I gotta tell ya…this had me in tears while writing it. Just saying. But you can put down your tortches and pitch forks, it's finally here and I haven't forgotten you. ;D

As usal, this is a violant, cussed filled suspenseful story that does contain a gay couple; Tech and Rev. If you have any issues with any of that, then be my guest and turn around now. I do not tolerate any flaming. I actually enjoy tossing the fire right back at you so you have been warned.

And like always I will mark which chapters contain any steamy scene between the two so those of you who aren't into lemon scenes can skip. It won't disrupt the story line if you do. However, I thought there was going to be a scene between them in the last story and there wasn't…and seeing how the last story ended, I don't see a scene happening anytime soon. But…hey, you never know what's gonna happen so…

Also, a reason this took so long was because I got a bit disturbed while writing it. I'm not saying don't read…I want you to and to review…but this is pretty twisted as it goes on. So again, you've been warned.

Well…apart from the painfully obvious fact that I do not own Loonatics Unleashed or anything remotely related to it…enjoy the story and do NOT forget to R&R! Rock on peeps ^w^

Ch. 1: Reunion

Ace, Lexi, Duck, Rev, Tech. Ace, Lexi, Duck, Rev, Tech. Ace, Lexi, Duck, Rev, Tech.

He kept repeating their names over and over in his head. He couldn't forget them, he couldn't forget their names. He used to have mental pictures of their faces, but after a while, one by one, they faded into the pitch black surrounding's of the whole he's been living in for…he didn't know how long. Each face had just disappeared, Duck being the last to go, his arrogant yet lovable blue eyes just blinking into nothingness. But he would not forget their names, the thing that gave them identity. He would not forget, not let go of the memory of his friends, of his family. He had already forgotten his own name, it had been so long since he had heard it, but he didn't care. Just so long as his friends didn't leave him, he would be okay, he would be saine.

The door behind him opened but he didn't turn around. He stayed curled up, facing the wall and bracing himself for the next wave of pain. For that's what came whenever the door opened, whenever light pored into his little dark world. A hand would touch his shoulder and he would feel a painful shock followed by a terrible weakness through out his entire body. A man would laugh at his convulsion's then the door would close, the light would go quicker than a sunset, and he would once again be left to dwell in his black sanctuary. But this time, no pain, no hand on the shoulder, just a snearing voice and a muffled thud.

"There ya go, pal." The man laughed. "You can keep old fur ball here company. Don't say we don't ever do anything nice." He cackled as the door closed, leaving the shadow of the light dancing for a few moments in the room before fading into midnight darkness again.

"Who's there?"

The voice sounded familiar, like the voice of someone he had dreamed about but couldn't really bring up to memory. He didn't know if he should answer or not. He didn't know what he would say, he couldn't remember exactly who he was. And in any case, it had been so long since he had spoken, he wasn't sure if he could remember how to speak even if he wanted to.

"Am I shacked up with a mime or something?" the voice asked. It sounded like he had a cold.

"(Who are you?)" he finally, after a few times trying, managed to get the words out. But, they were gruff, jumbled up into nearly inaudible grumbes that he was sure the new comer wouldn't understand. Had he always talked like that? He didn't sound like that in his head. Had his kidnappers done something to his vocal cords and he not remember it?

"Slam?" the voice sounded suspicious, disbelief ringing in his tone as if he was having trouble trusting his own ears.

Slam, that sounded so familiar, was that his name?

"Slam, is that you?" the voice asked again when the big guy didn't reply.

"(Who are you?)" he was struggling with the voice. It belonged to a male, he could tell that much. And he definitely knew the name Slam from somewhere, but the voice…was it one of his friends? If it was, which one was it and why were they there?

"Slam, it's Duck, I don't understand, why are you in here?" his voice was harsh, mistrusting. "You gonna take your turn at beating the hell out of me, too?"

He didn't know what Duck was talking about. All he knew was that Duck was one of the names he kept running through his mind, Duck was a friend, and that meant that he was no longer alone. Maybe Duck could help him remember what had happened.

"(I know you.)" he grumbled, finally turning around and sitting up, hoping he could at least point his attention in the direction of Duck's voice.

"What? Of course you know me." Duck was sounding annoyed.

"(I think you're a friend of mine.)"

"What the hell?"" Duck was sounding out right pissed. "You might have been at one point, but you and I and the others are not friends anymore. I don't understand how you can even say that after what you did." He was gritting his teeth. Duck had been through hell in the last month. He had been kidnapped, tortured, starved, mentally abused and then violated in everyway imaginable. Why they didn't just kill him was beyond his comprehention. But even after all they put him through, locking him up in a cave with the very guy who had killed his sister was an all time low,even for the Evil Kenevil Gang.

"(What did I do?)"

"Don't give me that shit." Duck spat, his face painfully loosening from the dried blood on his bill. "You know exactly what you and the rest of those no good two faced lying jack asses did." His voice wasn't just pissed, it was venomous. "You killed Marina, you teamed up with those sons of bitches, you turned your back on the city and you betrayed me. Don't deny it and don't pretend you don't remember it. I might not have all of Tech's brains or Rev's encyclopedic knowledge, but I wasn't hatched yesterday. If I had my blaster or my powers I'd kill you right here and now. I'm not to sure I won't." Here he went again, having to explain to yet another x-team mate what they already knew. He had gone through this with the others already, why were they making him go through it again with Slam separately?

Slam was stunned. He had killed someone? He might have forgotten his name, but he knew one thing; he was not a killer. Whoever had killed this Marina person, it hadn't been him. Wait, Marina. Marina was another name he knew.

"(Your sister?)" he asked.

"Yes, you dumb piece of shit, my sister Marina, you killed her just because…just because you and the others were working with Sypher and them because you felt, unjustly, unpopular."

All at once it all came flooding back to him. He remembered goingafter Marina. He remembered Sypher laughing as he knocked her out by doing nothing but holding onto her wrist. He remembered trying to tear the guy's stinking head off but then being drained of consciousness himself. Then he had awoken up here, wherever here was, and quickly discovered that he didn't have his powers, that he was chained to the wall, and that he was in the dark and alone. They had stripped him of his weapons and his communicator. They had left him there for who knows how long before Sypher had come to take more of his life force away from him. He had sunken into depression, trying to remember his team to keep from going completely crazy. Only, now, Duck was here with him and for some reason believed that he and the others had betrayed him. How long had he been in this damned place? What had gone on while he was out cold? Who had killed Marina?

"(Duck, use your brains, will ya? Why on earth would we feel unpopular? The whole damned city cheers for us whenever we kick bad guy ass. We even got an honorary plack that one time. And what reason would I have to kill your sister? In all the years you've known me, have I ever even once come close to killing anyone? Outside of Sypher that is.)" there was a pause.

"I thought you didn't remember anything."

"(Your annoying ass was just what the doc ordered. It's mostly fuzzy, but I'm getting a clearer picture of what went wrong. But, I promise you, I didn't kill Marina. If I was working with those low lives, do you really think they'd have me chained to the wall and let me rot in this cheery place?)" Another pause.

"I saw you. You and the others." Duck wasn't going to be fooled again. How many times had he trusted someone just to have it thrown back into his face? He had trusted his parents to always be there for him, and they go and die. Okay, that's not entirely being fair to his mom, but his no good dad went and chose to leave Duck and his sister to grow up without him because he couldn't handle loosing their mother. He trusted the nice social worker people to help him andMarina and instead they dump him in a no good, run down orphanage who didn't care about any of the kids, tore a crying Marina out of his arms and did their best to give him away as quickly as possible. He had trusted the only friend he had ever made and that little pain in the ass pig had turned out to be one of the worst criminals of them all. Then there was the Loonatics, the only people outside his adopted parents who ever showed any signs of accepting him. The memory of them all showing their love and support after the first battle with the Evil Kenevil gang came back to him. He had felt so sure that he was worthless, that he was more of a burden than an asset to them, and even Tech had told him that it hadn't been true. So he stupidly allowed himself to trust them again. Then they turn around and spit in his face, end up working with all the people who wanted to see the city in ruins, because of their own twisted issues they wanted to take out on the innocent people of Acmetropolis. Duck felt tears in his eyes. "I saw you." He said again, this time more forcefully so that Slam wouldn't hear the sob that was quickly rising in his throat. "It was you, Slam, you pulled the trigger. Then all of you tried to do the same to me. They've already beaten me to a pulp out there." He jerked his head towards the door even though Slam couldn't see it. "So, I know it's your turn. I don't know, nor care why you're chained up here. But, whatever the reason, it doesn't change the fact that you are not my friend and if I ever get my chance, I will kill you and the others without a second thought."