Okay, here we go. Another shot at another MBC story. This one will actually have to do with the characters and all else. Based off the Taylor Swift song. Sort of. Anyway, enjoy!

Cathy's POV

I don't know how much longer I can take this. When they said a small fleet of Armanians, I thought they meant like really small. Turns out that small on Armania are thousands! That's like, a thousand too many for only two people.

"Where are Sam and Danny?" I asked Chris, trying to catch my breath. "They should've been here by now."

"I don't know. I just hope that something horrible didn't happen to them," Chris replied. I nodded and kicked another Armanian in the chest. He recoiled slightly but immediately got back up.

"These guys are too strong for us," I said. "We could probably take down like, ten, but thousands? They expect us to defeat thousands?"

"Remember Cath, they don't want us to defeat them," Chris reminded me. "The good guys want us to, yes. But the people who sent the army, they want to win." Chris was right. As usual. But that didn't make it any less annoying.

"Well, then let's just keep up the fighting until Danny and Sam finally get here," I decided. Chris nodded, and we continued to fight.

Danny's POV

"COME ON SAM!" I exclaimed. "Cathy and Chris need us to be out there helping them!"

"You don't know that," Sam replied, her eyes never leaving the keys she was typing. "For all we know, they've already beaten the army."

"Or, they're already dead," I countered.

"Danny, they are not dead," Sam looked up at me seriously. "Now stop bugging me. We'll get done sooner." I sighed impatiently and watched her type. Gosh, why was she so slow?

"Why do we even need to do this?" I asked.

"Because we want to know what that weird cat like thing was," Sam replied. "It could be very important."

"Or it could be completely useless," I said.

"Danny, stop," Sam said. "We're almost done. Besides, Cathy and Chris are fine."

Cathy's POV

Oh my gosh, where are Sam and Danny? We're dying out here!

"Chris, I don't know how much more of this I can take," I said, breathing heavily. "I think one of them may have broken a rib."

"Well that's not good," Chris replied. "But I agree. We can't hold them off for much longer." I looked around at the circle of Armanians that had gathered around us. I could see the bloodlust in their eyes.

"We have to keep going," I said, taking a deep breath. "We don't have much of a choice. It's do or die." Chris nodded, and we got into battle position again.

I'm not usually one to enjoy hurting others, but man did it feel good to beat up those Armanians. They're mean, and about twice my size. And probably four times my weight. But they're really clumsy and once you've got them on the ground, they're useless.

After knocking out about ten of them, I turned my head slightly to the side to see how Chris was holding up on the other side of the circle. But some Armanians were in the way. But… wait…

"Chris!" I called, hoping that he could hear me. Why was he just standing there? But my cry was useless because before Chris could do anything, one of the Armanians whacked him a club of some sort. Did I forget to mention how strong Armanians are? Well, let's just say that Chris went flying and hit one of the buildings that lined the street we were fighting on. (Why nobody happened to notice the army of aliens storming the city, I don't know.)

"Chris!" I cried again, fighting any Armanian out of my way to get to my teammate. I ran over to him and discovered that he luckily hadn't died.

"Chris, oh my gosh, are you okay?" I asked, forcing him to sit up and talk to me.

"I'm all right," he replied weakly, his eyes fluttering.

"They didn't hurt you too bad, right?" I asked.

"No, Cathy. I'm fine," Chris answered.

"Well, well, well. I never thought we'd actually stop them," a deep voice said. I looked up to see an Armanian staring down at us, silhouetted against the setting sun. "But looks like we finally did." Some of the army cheered.

"You haven't stopped us yet," I replied, trying to sound menacing. I don't know how well that worked out, but I tired. That counts!

"Confidence. Cute," the Armanian chuckled. "But you're underestimating us. Just like we formerly underestimated you. That's why we had to pull out the poisoners."

"Poisoners? What?" I asked more to myself than the Armanian. But then it hit me. I looked at Chris, who was growing really limp in my arms, and found a small dart looking thing on the back of his neck. "You shot him with something! What was it?"

"Nothing deadly, don't worry. We only pull those on the uncooperative ones," the Armanian replied. "He'll be fine. Eventually. Now stop asking questions and come with us."

"We're not going anywhere," I replied, pulling Chris closer to me. The Armanian frowned.

"All right. Then I guess we'll just have to come to you. Boys! Call the ship and get them to shoot down the tractor beam!" the Armanian called. I looked up nervously. Well how were we going to get out of this? Running would be useless, Armanians were surrounding us from every side. Plus, Chris couldn't run. He was barely conscious. Nope, our only choice was to go with them.

So when the white beam of light came over us, all I could do was squint up at it, hoping that Sam and Danny would rush in and save the day. But guess what? They didn't.

So how was it? I promise that it will get more interesting as the story goes on.

So what will happen when Sam and Danny find no one there? Where are they taking Cathy and Chris? And… um… I don't have any other questions. If you have any, feel free to ask. I like reviews.

Read on!