Spoiler Warning: This includes minor show info between S1:Ep8 and Ep10. I imagine you've seen the first full season at least but if not, read at your own risk.

This story takes place as a replacement for S1:Ep8 where Mike is beaten by Roderick's team and eventually sent to the hospital. It fits into the overall plot just with a slightly gayer and more x-rated version, although some slight story adjustments. Somewhat typical warnings but given the show: non-con, torture, M/M, M/F.

Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to this show or it's characters, I just think Mike (Shawn Ashmore) is incredibly hot. So…

Write me comments/feedback/suggestions to TheNakedGinger at gmail dot com.

Lastly, Chapter 1 just sets up how Mike got to where he is. Quick read but recommended for plot and connection with the show.

Mike was out-numbered and unarmed. There was no way he was getting out of this alive. His only goal now was to die without telling them where Claire was. That would be his only solace.

"Here's how this game works Mikey," Roderick said with a grin. "Sort of like 'Fight Club.' Have you seen 'Fight Club' Mikey?"

Roderick waited for an answer but he was only returned a glare from Mike's blue eyes. He wasn't playing along nicely as Roderick would have wanted, but no matter.

"Well, the gist is, you answer my questions. If you lie, a round of combat begins. If you tell the truth though, we'll make sure to kill you nice and quick. Sound like fun?" Roderick opened his arms up and raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah… a blast," Mike said coldly.

"Okay, so question one: Where's Claire?"

Mike stood there for a moment, eyeing Joe's followers that surrounded him. "I don't know," he finally said.

"Ooo, that's not the right answer Mikey." Roderick nodded towards a tall man Mike didn't know. "Charlie, no weapons for the first round." The man named Charlie threw a sword he had on his belt aside and raised his fists.

Roderick called out, "Round 1, DING!"

Charlie was the first to throw a punch and landed straight into Mike's gut. Mike contracted but blocked the next swing. They went back and forth for half a minute, both getting some solid blows in before Roderick ended the round.

"Now then, let's try this again shall we?" Roderick asked, politely. "Where, is Claire?"

"I DON'T know!" Mike declared angrily. The truth was, he did know. He was one of the few of his FBI comrades that had clearence but he hoped these followers didn't know that.

"Tsk tsk, wrong answer twice in a row…" Roderick moved back to grab something out of a duffle bag. When he turned around he threw a metal rod at Mike who caught it instinctively.

'Shit' Mike thought to himself.

Roderick handed another one to Charlie. "Round Tw-"

Before Roderick could begin the next combat round an unknown follower ran into the room. "We've got company Roderick, I think it's Ryan Hardy! Simon's dead!"

Roderick looked very displeased but Mike was beaming. Roderick bit his lower lip and thought for a second, finally deciding to retreat. "Fuck it. We'll finish this up at the manor. Take Weston."

"Like hell-" Mike began to protest but something hard hit the back of his head and the world went black.