(author's note: Hi! This is my first story and the first chapter was pretty short, if you stuck around I hope you like this one, it has more familiar characters! I'll update as often as possible!)

She had gotten their entire plan. They were heading south, same as the First and Fifth New York. The woman in the plane had told them about Charlotte as well. They were the Second Massachusetts, called themselves the Second Mass. Their first in command was that Captain Weaver, second was a guy named Tom, she thought she had heard the last name Mason. Two voices that sounded a bit younger than the rest called him dad.

So, they were just a group of people trying to survive and fight back. But it seemed like they had more people than the New Yorkers, though if they weren't hostile, then that wouldn't be a problem. After she figured all that out, Tami pushed herself off the ground and nearly slammed into a group of four people. Her legs had fallen asleep and she had lost her balance right when she stood.

They all turned to look at her. The one woman in the group had a stethoscope around her neck. Not good for Tami, she knew that doctors almost always knew all the people in the camp. The others were men from the tent. The boy that was a razorback like her was opposite her, she almost didn't recognize him from the front. Then there was a boy that seemed just a bit older then the razorback and a man that she guessed was their father, which she figured would make him Tom Mason.

"Hello, are you new here?" The woman addressed her, making all of the men look suspiciously at her.

Before answering Tami quickly checked to make sure her spikes were covered, "uhm, no I've been here all the way sense Boston." She could've punched herself, she didn't have a Bostonian accent and she had stuttered.

"Oh, really, how haven't I met you then? I tried to give everybody a check up at least once when we were at the school, and that wrist looks like it's been treated more than once." The woman gave her a small encouraging smile.

Again Tami cursed herself, of course a taped up wrist that the local doctor hadn't taped would be a giveaway. "I played a lot of sports before, so I learned how to do it myself." She tried to nonchalantly shrug.

"Then where'd you get the gun?" The older boy looked at her shoulder, where the strap of her M16 was hanging.

She was getting desperate, "found it, picked it up, started fighting." Her eyes drifted toward the trees that she knew her friends would still be hiding in. Johnson and Ashton would surely be back by then.

That's when she felt the barrel of a gun at her lower back, it had barely missed one of her spikes. "Name. Where you're from. How many are with you."

"Tami, upstate New York, I'm with the First and Fifth New York, all together we're about ninety-seven strong, but that's not really counting the kids." She sighed, praying that her friends wouldn't overreact to her situation.

"And you're going to put that gun down." She groaned out loud as each person from her patrol stepped out to point a gun at each person's head. She recognized Ashton's voice but didn't see him, so she figured he was probably pointing at the man holding the gun to her back.

"We hear any gun go off and all of ours do." Benbow snarled from where he stood behind to razorback boy. "Hey, Tam, get a load of this!"

Tami quickly cut him off, "shut it, Ty!"

Johnson sparked an eyebrow at her but before they could have any silent exchange she felt the pressure of the gun leave her back. When she looked outside of their little group she saw fighters looking helplessly to their leaders, who were at gun point.

"So what's the plan now guys?" Tami growled, "swing in, point those guns around and walk out of here? God, I thought I had taught you something!"

"Then you shouldn't have gotten yourself into trouble." Ashton mocked her.

"I was handling it!" She growled as she swung her own gun up to point at the man behind her, from his age and the voice she had heard from a moment ago. "Go back to camp, get the Captains, bring them back and we'll be captives until then." She tossed her weapon back over her shoulder and shot glares at all her friends, who quickly followed suit. "Tell them exactly how this happened."

She had to yell the last part because Ashton knew they wouldn't let him go running off if their leaders weren't in danger any longer.

"So, Tami?" The middle aged man, who she had assumed was Tom Mason spoke up as he turned his gun on one of her friends.

"That's me." She sighed, "hurt any of them and your captain'll have quite the slow death." She hated threatening other humans, but she had her pistol, which had been at her hip, pointed at the captain's abdomen.

"Well, how about we stop threatening each other and talk for a bit while we wait for your captains to get here." He lowered his gun as he spoke and gave her an encouraging smile. "I'm Tom Mason, and you probably already figured this out, but you almost infiltrated the Second Massachusetts."

"Nice to meet you." She muttered as they all started to move into the central tent. She realized she was walking next to Tyler Johnson and took her chance. Her fist swung back and slammed dead into the side of his face. "You're supposed to be one of the smart ones!"

"Woah!" She felt her arms being pulled behind her back, she didn't struggle though, she had done what she needed to. "I'm Hal, by the way." The guy holding her introduced himself, sounding fairly confused.

"You can let go, I did what I needed to." She grumbled, feeling his hand s release she hel her hand out to Johnson and he sighed.

"Why can't you just use your words, ever?" He groaned while rubbing his face where her fist had already left a mark.

"Because, obviously my words don't get through to any of you." She snapped, turning on her other friends, who all were staring at their feet, "what were my words again, Kayle?"

"Keep an eye on your back and if there's any trouble go back and warn the captains." Kayla grumbled, "but it sucks always having to get help when you're in trouble but when we get into a sticky situation, you run in all Rambo and save our asses. Not to mention I'm sick of you getting yelled at for everything any of our patrols do wrong."

"That's how it works, Kay, I'm okay with that." She sighed, reaching to the back of her neck, her hood had slid down a little bit, but she fixed it.

"Alright, Supergirl, we learned our lesson, let's talk to the people we don't know." Benbow cut in, "oh, and I think you noticed but apparently the First and Fifth aren't the only ones who figured out how to take off the harnesses."

"You guys have taken harnesses off?" The boy who was a razorback stepped forward. "Do you know what to do about the left over spikes?"

Tom Mason cut in and stepped forward. "Sorry, this is my son, Ben, Hal is also mine, and this is our Captain Weaver. The women outside was Dr. Anne Glass. Now can you tell us about your Harness removing process? Do you know how to get rid of the left over spikes?"

Tami glanced around at her patrol group, only to find that they were all shifting uncomfortably and looking at her. When she looked back at the Second Mass Men they had picked up on that she was the one with the information. "They pump us with morphine while cutting the spikes one by one. Probably the exact same way they did for you." She glanced at the razorback, Ben, and hoped they wouldn't push.

"What about the spikes?" Hal raised an eyebrow at her.

"Maybe you should talk to our captains, I mean, they know more of the mechanics of it all probably, but I just know that most kids' bodies get rid of them and the few that had the bugs for too long don't get rid of the pretty little body piercings." She had made that joke before, with Ariel and Ashton. They understood. If she didn't joke about it and take out her anger through blowing up those alien scum, she would fall apart.

"Exactly as far as we've gotten." The doctor made Tami jump as she walked into the tent. "Not the only one who can sneak around." She flashed Tami a smile, making her feel slightly uncomfortable.

"So these are the camp intruders, huh?" A blonde haired girl followed the doctor in.

Tami shot angry glances at her friends and then sighed, "I don't think we all introduced ourselves."

Before she could finish Benbow interrupted her, "you are so not about to suggest an ice breaker!" He laughed to himself and the others couldn't help but join in.

"I was just going to say all your name, dumbass!" Tami growled but the idea of an icebreaker made her smile too.

"Oh please, Razor, you were going to go all mommy on us!" Benbow chuckled, "okay, so we'll go clockwise, say your name and something interesting about yourself." He mimicked her voice and flashed her a smile, before realizing that he had called her Razor, which was short for their razorback nickname.

"Razor, huh, you know, I thought you said your name was Tami." Their captain Weaver was looking at her skeptically.

"It's a nickname." She growled, reaching up to the back of her neck unconsciously to tug at her hood. Her eyes were drawn to Ben, who seemed to have been watching her for a while now.

"You said us." The razorback said, almost angrily.

"Hey, let's start that icebreaker!" Kayla cried, trying to sound cheerful. Her eyes betrayed her though, as she looked at Tami worriedly.

"I like that idea." Tom said, with a forced smile. Tami saw his hand reach up and wrap comfortingly around the back of Ben's neck.

"I'll start!" Kayla cried, waving her hand for a moment. "I'm Kayla Dean! An interesting thing about me is that before all this, I was captain of our schools quidditch team, which was actually co-captained by our lovely Tami!"

Without a second thought Benbow started, "Hey, my names Tyler Benbow, everybody calls me Benbow. I had never touched a gun before Tami stuck one in my hands and convinced that it wasn't the end just because I was brainwashed for a bit."

"I'm Tyler Johnson, call me Johnson. My interesting fact is probably that I am the worst singer in this room." He made himself chuckle and the rest of his group couldn't help.

"He's also the least funny." Tami added, with a smile. "You all seem to know that my name's Tami, Tami Kent. There's nothing to interesting about me, other than the whole quidditch co-captain thing." She shrugged and glanced at the doctor next to her.

"I'm Dr. Anne Glass. I was a pediatrician before all this, and I've pretty much turned into a field doctor and surgeon." She flashed Tom a smile and Tami could sense something there but ignored it.

"Name's Maggie and…" But the blonde was cut off as a couple of soldiers escorted three familiar faces into the tent.

"What'd you get yourself into?" Her captain sighed as he stepped around Captain Williams.

"At least she's yours, I just have to scold the Tylers a bit, none of mine were leading this one." Captain Williams sighed.

Their patrol had been a mix of First and Fifth people, just as they had try to keep all the patrols. But, Williams was right, Tami had lead the mission and had managed to let it get screwed up.

"I'm sorry, sir." Tami muttered, tilting her head down in submission.

"I know." Rushmore was looking at her with a small sympathetic smile. He strode over to her and patted her back, muttering low into her ear. "Ashton told me what happened. You're not taking the fall for this one."

Tami sighed and shot Ashton a glance. She mouthed a thanks and stepped behind her captain.

"I apologize for this mess, we wanted to find out if we could trust you and it appears to me as though we have similar goals." Rushmore took charge, just as Tami had hoped he would.

"Let's chat then." Weaver nodded.

"Leave us, children." Williams ordered Tami and her friends back to camp with a condescending wave of his hand.

Tami could see the venom dripping from all of her friends' glares as they looked at Williams on their way out of the tent. To her surprise, when she glanced back she saw Weaver and Tom nodding their own soldiers away, including Hal, Ben, and Maggie.

"We'll walk you back to your camp." Hal said, his tone leaving no room for argument. That didn't sit well with Tami, but she took point anyway and started back through the trees, toward the small cul-de-sac they had claimed as base camp.