Seeing as how this is another shorter chapter and already done, I figured I might as well update again. Maybe I'll post the next one too, but I want to make sure that I'm completely happy with it first. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no profit from this fic. Everything you see has been borrowed, except Kit and the people of TIX.

Chapter 2

After four weeks, Kit had finally healed enough to head back towards the testing facility for joint classes with the rest of the test subjects. It was called classes but they rarely learned anything but the bare essentials, they could all count, read and write, they were taught strategy and a select few were taught combat.

None of them were allowed wands, though not all of them could use magic either way. The few that had, shared vague memories of life as a young witch or wizard, they were a mixture of magical children and squibs. Kit had one brief memory of being held as a child, there was a smell she had dubbed floral, though she'd never smelled flowers; paired with a soft, feminine giggle, and what seemed like miles of chestnut hair. A stark contrast from Kit's long, vivid almost bloody red that she had adopted from her Kitsune core.

At least it had been lengthy, until Doctor Patel's recent interest in her. Kit however, was spliced with a magical creature, and one with a furry tail and long hair at that. Kit's hair had grown quickly, after her short recovery period it was already around seven inches long and was in an unflattering bob. With no mirrors, the only person Kit had a chance to talk to regularly, Brax, told her as much. But the low pity in his voice was evident and had made Kit lower her head and hide her blush, they had soon been separated by a watching wizard.

Brax was a child that had been spliced with an Abraxan, unlike the Kitsune within Kit, there were few physical traits of the magical horse, bar his white hair and cherry red eyes. He did however, have immense strength and was built tall and willowy standing at an impressive 6"2. Just like Kit he was resistant to magic (though without the sensitivity) and restraining him was becoming more difficult as he grew older. He was young being only 14 and two years younger than Kit, he still made both the wizard's and doctors nervous.

"Are you paying attention 01026?!" The wizard standing next to her with her leash in his hand, practically roared at her. "Do it again!" He took a step back and waited for her to obey his order.

Kit focused on the levitating bag of sand in front of her and began her breathing exercises. Seven in, hold five, seven out. She straightened her spine and her three tails pointed to the ceiling, with a snap of her fingers, three small balls of fire suddenly appeared with a small spray of embers. The clicking of her fingers wasn't mandatory, but it had been taught to give her a focus.

With a strong flick of her tails, all three fireballs soared through the air but only two hit the sandbag. Kit winced visibly and turned to the wizard training her, a guilty look blossoming over her features.
"Only two? You hit with all three before, what are you playing at?!" He grabbed the front of her jacket and yanked her towards him. Ears flattening against her skull, her breathing quickened and she tried to scramble away from him.
"And they want you to be a fighter? You're useless!" Kit had vague idea's of what they wanted to do with her when she left the facility. If she left; not everyone lived that long.

"Hey, Andrews, put her down. We aren't supposed to manhandle the patients!" There had been a new wizard to join the ranks of teachers and guards. The new recruit was young and had a look on his face like he had no idea why he signed up for this job.
"Patients?! You think this thing is a patient? It's nothing more than a test subject, and cannon fodder at best!" He scrunched up his face and threw Kit to the ground in a heap. Kit clutched the wrist that she had landed on and tried to keep her silence.
'Steady Vixen, don't let him make it worse. Hold your pain.' She tried to oblige Sun's calming tone but a small whimper escaped her as she tried to gather herself and appeared to only anger Andrews.
"That hurt did it? How'd they expect you to be a fighter, you're too weak!" He bent over and screeched at her balled up form.
"Come on Andrews, we have to get her cleaned up and get back…" The new boy tentatively approached, the idea of hurting Kit was making him squeamish.

Andrews snarled at him and took his wand out and with a wave, cleaned up the scorch marks on the wall. As Kit tried to slowly get to her feet, and discreetly cradled her arm to her chest, but it seemed that he didn't have the patience to wait for her to carefully pick herself up.
"Stand up already!"He screeched before a feral grin suddenly cut across his face, "Here, let me help you." Silently casting, he began to levitate her off the ground. The sudden magic coating her entire being made Kit let out a pained cry. Her back arching and her limbs twisting, trying to get away from something she couldn't.

The strain of using magic on her body was hard for Andrews, her natural resistance combined with her struggling, made it difficult to hold her. Nonetheless, he kept lifting her higher, until she was level with the self-levitating sandbag, and with a grunting yell demanded her to grab the bag for him. Kit couldn't even hear him, the longer and more force he used on the tormented fox girl made her writhe in agony, her guttural moans becoming screams and barely ineligible plea's.

"That's enough! Put her down, please!" The new boy sounded as young as he looked, his large blue eyes pleading with the angry wizard. The man glared at him and snarled before releasing his magic and letting Kit's body fall to the floor in an undignified pile on the hard vinyl.

"Get it back to its cell!" He snarled as he strode out of the room, pretending his brow wasn't drenched in sweat and that he wasn't shaking with the exhaustion of holding Kit in the air.

As soon as the door slammed shut, the young wizard ran over to her.
"Are you alright?" Kit tried to pick herself back up but all three attempts to rise from the floor were met with shaking limbs and pain that made her crumple once more.

The heavy sigh next to her finally made her turn to him. She felt his arms thread underneath her knees, and scrambled to hold onto his neck with her good arm, as he lifted her easily. Kit had never been held like this and looking up at the slightly handsome blonde wizard holding her, it gave her brief flutters in her stomach.

"We need to get you to a healer, where are all the Doctors now?" Kit gave the young wizard a soft stare as she tried to wrap her head around the kindness she was being shown.
"The medical bay is round the corner from here...they should have someone on hand over there." The fox girl barely muttered as a fierce blush started to stain her cheeks, the pain from magic appeared to be dulling already.

He gave her a bright grin and readjusted her in his arms before taking the recommended route. Kit's wince made him hastily apologise and try to walk with her gently.
"So you're Kit, right? I'm Darwin Addams…" Darwin seemed to hesitate for a long moment before continuing. "I'm sorry about Andrews, I was told he was a bit of a hardass, but..." He never finished his sentence as they finally reached the medical bay and Darwin caught the eyes of an old nurse that was locking up the medical bay doors. Her frown deepened as she stared at the familiar way Darwin held Kit, who didn't seem phased by her warning glare whilst Kit shrunk back.
"And what's this then?" Kit flinched back from her accusatory tone and tightened her grip around Darwin's neck.
"She was injured during training. Can you take a look at her please?" For a moment the nurse seemed like she was going to say no, but with a loud and obnoxious sigh, she unlocked the medical bay doors and led them inside.

"Drop her on the table." Contrary to her demand, Darwin gently lowered her onto the hard plastic bed. Ignoring the pain of her patient the nurse ran a diagnostic spell on Kit and the results flashed before her eyes.
"Broken wrist…magical exhaustion and over exposure...I'm going to heal your arm and then give you a potion to help sleep off the effects of magic used. Sit still." The cold command was unnecessary as restraints sprang from the corners of the bed and held her fast.

Darwin looked somewhat annoyed, but held his tongue and settled for frowning at the nurse.
'He seems braver in front of the nurse.' Sun taunted, Kit could feel his amusement at Darwin's sudden courage.

The nurse didn't appear to see or didn't care about the wizard's irritation and turned to fish out a milky coloured vial from the cupboard next to her. As she turned her back, Darwin gave her a discrete smile which sent Kit's heart thumping fast.
'Ohhh...?' Sun questioned with a mocking tone. Kit mentally squirmed and said nothing in response.

Turning back to her, the miserable nurse opened the flask and forcibly tipped it down Kit's throat making her gag and cough.
"Easy!" Darwin reprimanded, the nurse seemed unperturbed giving him a hard and silent glare, before continuing with her wand, and quickly fixing the break in Kit's wrist.

The red head became drowsy quickly, clenching her teeth through the spell that healed her she still let out a low whimper as the magic sent fresh waves of pain over her. Leaving Kit to her sudden shuddering, the nurse turned on her heel and retrieved the keys from her desk to open the full medical bay. The medical Bay was the only room that was magic free, Kit wasn't the only one that was magically sensitive and it was safer to have the choice to use magic as opposed to removing a complex spell on a door altogether.
"There are three other patients here, so you'll have to find someone to keep watch tonight." Darwin easily offered himself.
"I'll do it, I'm on until Monday anyway, can you let the desk know when you leave?" The nurse didn't appear any softer, but her tone was.
"You're stuck with the weekend all nighters? That's a shame, here." She opened the cabinet back up and handed him a practically glowing, cherry red flask. "Keep hold of this, you're going to need it by Saturday night. Wheel her through there, I'm already late. Have a good weekend." Darwin placed the flask on the desk and gave her a small smile.
"Yeah, you too, sorry for making you late." The nurse waved away his concerns and finally left, with a gentle click the door was locked once more and Darwin turned to Kit. The fox girl had been trying to fight the effects of the potion, a new bursting curiosity to spend more time with one of the captors.

Luckily for Kit, most potions tend to have the same dampened effect as spells did and if she put her will behind it, she could stave off the worst of the effects. Thankfully potions worked on a different type of natural magic that regular humans couldn't use, the nature magic of creature and plant made potions a relatively painless experience.
"Let's get you more comfortable, shall we?" Darwin suggested with a smile and began wheeling her towards the double doors where the patients were observed and slept.

As promised, there were three other patients. Brax, Fae, and Slug were all confined to separate beds and none were conscious. Kit liked the three of them well enough, Brax being in the neighbouring cell had given Kit reasons to talk to him occasionally and they frequently sat together at meals.

Fae was spliced with a multitude of fairies, she had a strange grace and when she was level headed, was always smiling and sunny. The Doctor's had stopped punishing her when they realised it was their fault she never stopped smiling, but when Fae wasn't happy things would to wrong. She wouldn't touch a thing yet random items would just go missing, objects suddenly broke and the different faces and minds that would try to chatter over her could cause an epic meltdown with widespread destruction.

Poor Slug on the other hand, wasn't powerful. He was a slow, dumpy boy, he constantly secreted acidic fluid and prolonged skin contact would make people blister. Slug had been spliced with a flesh eating slug and was classed as a barely useful cannon fodder. Like Kit, Slug was magically resistant to a degree and would take a lot of damage before he could be stopped. He wasn't unkind but he had a lot of trouble talking to and spending time around others.

None of the three made any movements from the deep sleep they had all been placed in as Kit was noisily wheeled in and rolled against a wall.
"Well, it looks like we'll be here until you've rested up, so go ahead and get some sleep alright. You'll feel lots better when you get a good night's rest." Kit was a little disappointed that she didn't get a chance to talk more to Darwin, but fighting the potions effects was draining and Kit always welcomed an escape from the daily hell.
"You're too optimistic." She mumbled against her thin pillow and fell asleep before he could form a reply.