A/N- Thanks for the reviews! You might be border lining on Alpha stalkers at the moment. I mean I just posted this thing! I do however understand, because I have been doing the exact same thing! One more thing, THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS. I have been sorting through e-mails all day. Notifications is a nasty little feature.

The subway was a strange place. Gary was sure of it. More people were crowded into one area than he could count. Which was no small task, he was good with numbers. Distracted by the people around him, he didn't notice the man walk up behind him. He was too busy focusing on everything. There were people laughing, crying, joking, being bored, singing, and they were all different. More importantly the signals were blurred, preventing them from invading his mind. He did, however, know something was off the minute, no second, the man bumped into him. He felt a sharp prick on his arm, and rubbed it absentmindedly. That was strange. Even if he wasn't the Google Guy, he still knew that there weren't any bugs that sting people in the subway.

A quick flash of dull pain pulled him out of his thoughts. His head hurt. He looked around at the faint signals around him, making sure they were still weak. The signals weren't weaker, no they were stronger, and kept getting clearer. He pressed his hand against his temple trying to sooth the rush of information flowing through his brain. He stumbled back up the stairs, his plan had backfired tenfold. His mind was pounding with the onslaught of people's personal lives. Twitter, Facebook, YouTube, cell phones, texting, calling, and even things that he couldn't see before slowed into him, but never came out. He reached the surface, and gasped. The pain became worse. Why? He sank to his knees. His powers kept getting more powerful. He could see Nokia signals, then came the low frequencies, and soon anything electronic was giving off a glow. Like a person's aurora. Tears pooled in his eyes. He was clutching his head in his hands. He could feel hands on his shoulders, someone was shaking him. Gary respond to their questions of 'are you alright?' because if he opened his mouth, he was positive he would scream.

It continued for what seemed like hours, but he knew it had been more like five minutes. He called for his team. He knew that couldn't hear his mental cries, but it was all he had to hold onto. Gary could hear an ambulance in the distance. Somebody called 911. He should've already known that, but it was all too unorganized. He shut his eyes. clenching them closed. Tears poured freely down his face. He needed help, and as if they heard him calling they were there. His team, his friends. He felt Bill and Cameron lift him into a standing position, and they dragged him to the van. They set him down gently. He could feel Someone, probably Rachel push his sweat drenched hair out of his face. The pain slowly ebbed away. Gary was tired. Why did this happen? The thought danced around in his semi aware state. He had control of his powers when he left the office, hadn't he? What was happening to him?

Where was Gary? The only thing Bill cared about was finding his missing team member. Everybody there had a special place in his small heart, but Gary was an exception. They had the picture perfect love/hate relationship. He saw the kid as his distant cousin who had been forced to stay with him during the summer, but somehow he grew on him. They had been searching for almost ten minutes. He knew it was ridiculous to get this worked up over a brief period of absence, but he felt in his gut that something was wrong.

"Nina, Hicks, and Bill. You take that street, and Rachel and I will take the other." He was barely paying attention to Dr. Rosen instructions. It didn't matter where he sends us. Bill thought could be anywhere. Then they heard it. A piercing noise emitted from his pocket. He had never heard anything like it, but it was obviously a distress signal. Bill dug his phone out of his pants pocket and flipped it open. The screen was glowing gold and flecks of blue floated around in it. It was Gary. He slowly pushed the speaker button, afraid of what was being said. The voice was faint, but he could hear it as clear as day.

"To much... Help! B-bill, R-r-rachel!" The voice was drowned out by static, but came back after a few seconds. "Subway... b-break... c-c-c-can't h-h..." Then it died. His phone literary died. The machine wasn't designed for anything close to what had just happened. "Rachel can you hear him?" Nina asked desperately. Rachel closed her eyes and concentrated. Impatience over came him, but it wasn't long before she started leading them down the street. They were practically running. He told Dr. Rosen to get in the van and follow them. The old man happily obliged. He had no idea what condition Gary was in, but if it was bad, transportation was vital. He also wasn't sure that the Doctor could keep up either.

Rachel led them around for almost four blocks, before they finally got to their destination. The sight that greeted them was one that will stay with Bill forever. Gary was on his knees, hands clutching his head. Anyone who had a brain could tell he was in pain and from the look on his co-worker's face, it was beginning to be to much. Dr. Rosen pulled up in the van, and they loaded Gary into as gently as they could. If somebody did this to Gary, he was going to make them wish they had never been born.

"Did you do it?" The man asked his lackey.

"Yes, sir." The lackey answered weakly.

"Is there a problem?" He hated weakness.

"Are those effects permanent ?" So he was guilt.

"What's it matter, as long as I get my revenge." He spoke quietly. He felt bad that the kid had to be mixed in the middle of this, but somethings were a necessary sacrifice for the bigger picture.

A/N- look at that a new chapter. Not my favorite, but it will do. Read, Review, throw a turtle!