Disclaimer: Sorry, I just noticed that I messed up the one on the first page. I DO NOT own any part of the characters or story lines from the tv show Adventure Inc. It was a typo on my part in the first disclaimer. Sorry for that one little slip up, I'll do better in the future to not mess up like that again.

Notes: This is part two of something that feels much longer. I'm going to be writing the entire thing in first person, but alternating pov's. Not worry, I'll tell ya who's eyes we're peeking through in the chappie title. Sorry for the wait on anything new, but I had a baby. She's 6 ½ months old now and a lot of work. I will be finishing my other wips as soon as I can. But I got a little blocked. I'll do my best to update something before the end of September, but no promises. Also, sorry that the chappies will be kind of on the short side, but that's just how this one's going to go.

Little Wing

Before I even open my eyes I can feel the sunlight flooding the room. I wish that I couldn't remember what'd happened to me and that I weren't in the hospital. Knowing Judson that's exactly where I am. I don't even want to answer the usual round of questions, which is why I'm keeping my eyes shut. I can feel someone in the room with me, probably Judson sitting snugly against the vinyl seat of the hospital chair, new lines of worry already etched on his once young face. I can all but taste his fear and hatred of the situation he probably blames himself for putting us in.

If I were in a more playful mood I'd tease him about how everything in the world that goes wrong is always his fault, but I don't have the energy right now. And the lights are really taking their toll on my eyes.

"Could you please turn off the sun for a few hours?" I have to smile at the thought of him nearly fall out of the comfortable grooves he'd made in the chair at the mere sound of my voice.

"About time that you joined the land of the living again," Judson's coolly collected voiced beamed at me nearly as bright as the sunlight itself. "How ya feeling?"

I can't help but cringe at the question. I knew that it was coming, but there was no good way to answer it. I could mumble out a fine, but Judson would know the second that the words fumbled from my lips that I was lying. After what'd happened last night, there was no way on this planet that I was fine. I don't think that he'd want the answer that I feel as though I'm burning up and that rumble in my stomach is more than just normal hunger pains. What the hell did Blood do to me anyway? Well, I know what he did and why but I don't know why I feel like this now.

"Could you please close the blinds?" I ask, feeling as though my skin has already been burned to the third degree. I do the best that I can not to wince as another pain of hunger hits the bottom of my belly. I feel as though I'm either going to burn up from the outside in, like on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or I'm going to be ripped apart by the hunger pains that won't stop.

"I told the police that a mugger came aboard the boat and tried to kill you after I startled him," Judson's ever-calm voice cut through the tangle of thoughts weaving through my brain.

"And how'd you explain the lack of blood?" I asked absently. Wish I knew if he'd already said how he explained that or not. I've got to get my head back on straight and forget about what happened. We're leaving in a few days to go find something old. I'm not sure what yet, Judson has been very tight lipped about it. Man would I love to meet someone who could read that man's mind; it would be very interesting to know what's going on up there.

"What lack of blood?" he said looking at me as if I'd lost my mind.

"What?" Maybe I did loose my mind. Maybe I made up last night. Maybe I was just dreaming, sleeping walking and fell hard enough to land in the hospital. No, The Captain did this to me; whatever this is. God, what do I have to do to get rid of these hunger pains!

"According to the doctors, you're just a little anemic," he stole a little patch of the thin hospital bed near the foot. "I wasn't sure how to explain it, so I opted not to right now. Get some rest, you get to come home tomorrow." He gave me a little pat on the leg just above the knee.

Great. I don't think that I want to exactly know what he's going to come up with to explain how in the hell I acquired two puncture wounds to my neck that are more than likely surrounded by several different impressions of teeth. When are they going to let me eat? The pain in the pit of my stomach is the strongest that I've ever felt in my life. What did that sick man do to me?

He stole something from me, other than my blood.

I need to find him. Why do I need to find him? What can he do for me? Stop my hunger. He has to know how.

"Dinner," a voice said after a brief sharp knock at his door. Silently a college-aged man sat the dinner tray on top of the larger roll around tray table, and left. The smell of roasted potatoes, cranberry sauce and turkey smothered in gravy fills the room and my nose. The grumbling in my belly lashes out again. Reaching quickly for the cover that was keeping my food warm, I tear it off and stare at the food waiting to be eaten. Eagerly I skip the utensils and start in with my bare hands. Greedily stuffing a large piece of turkey dripping gravy along the tray into my mouth, I begin to feel sick. This isn't what I want to eat. Sure it smells good and it looks great but this isn't going to stop the hunger. How do I know that?

Mindlessly I shove the tray away from me, the contents of the tray spilled onto the floor with a crash that barely even registers with my mind. Slowly I pull myself out of bed and move to the window. I can see that the sun has started to set; much to my relief. Staring at the covered window, I know what I must do. I have to get out there and find the Captain.

How? Follow through feeling. Where'd that come from? I should stay here and wait for Judson or Mac to come back and tell them what's going on. No, they wouldn't want to know, and they wouldn't listen anyway. Mac might, but Judson is guilt ridden enough for the three of us. It wasn't his fault that the Captain came into our lives, nor was it his fault that the captain wanted him bad enough to follow us. And Judson had nothing to do with the Captain coming aboard the boast last night and trying to kill me.

If he were trying to kill me, why am I not dead? He didn't want to kill me. Oh, God, why didn't I see it before. He wants me to follow him. He wants me to find him. He wants me to replace Wayneright.

I don't want this. I love life too much to live like this. Damn that man to hell for what he's done to me.

"Ahhhh!" I moan, doubling over in pain from the hunger. How can I find anyone in this shape? I need to eat. Oh, God I have to eat blood. I can't.

"Gabe?" a tender voice questions through the fog. It's Mac.

Turning torture filled brown eyes her way I say the only that will come to my drying lips, "help."

"What's wrong?" Her arms slide effortlessly around my shoulders and she guides me back over to the bed. "You don't look good at all."

"I'm hungry."

"And what was that," she gestured toward the food scattered over the beige and white tiles of the hospital floors, "dog food?"

"I don't want that."

"What do you want, I'll go get it." She's being so damn nice. I know that she's just concerned, but her mothering is more like smothering right now. I know that I shouldn't feel that way. This is the first time that she's been in for a visit.

"I don't know what I want, Mac," I scoff at her. "I just know that food is not it."

"Didn't you just say . . .what happened last night?" Her blue eyes burrowing into mine searching for answers to her new suspicions. "All I can get out of Judson is that you were attacked by a mugger."

"I wish," I breath, as if saying the words will rid me of whatever it was that The Captain did to me. The curious twinkle in her eyes and the firm set of her face tell me to go on. "John Blood came looking for Judson last night. When Judson refused, again, to join him and become whatever he is; the Captain bit me."

"Whoa, wait a minute!" the amusement in her voice high. She didn't want to believe us. How is anyone else going to? "He what?"

"Bit me. Look." I pull the bandages from the side of my neck revealing the two small puncture wounds and one large bruise.

"Knock, knock," a cheery voice from the hall calls into the room. Soon the face and body attached to the too cheery voice comes into our view. She's a petite red head with slightly pale skin. "Mr. Patterson, my name's Aimee, and I'm here to give you your release papers."