Author's Note: No excuses for the delayed posting. Feel free to let me know what you think through either a review or a message. ^.^ I don't have a beta, so there's probably a bunch of mistakes here, but I currently don't have the time to go through it again :c

Disclaimer: I own Rose and Chase, but Vick belongs to the wonderful Joss Stirling.


Had I been too harsh on him? I wondered about this as I lay curled on my bunk, staring at the blank wall, my back to the room. It wasn't my fault though. He was the one who had forgotten about tomorrow, and had forgotten what he said yesterday.

I didn't want a criminal for a soulfinder. The words echoed round my head, hurting me more and more as I thought about it. How could he do this to me? Agent Benedict had a way of getting under my skin just as much as I got under his, and his judgement... His judgement was more than I could ever deal with. Him and his severe dark eyes, and it was clear that he rarely smiled. The opposite of me. So... Why? I didn't understand. How could I understand?

"I DIDN'T DO IT!" I ended up yelling, jumping off my bunk and crouching on the floor, head resting in my hands. The tears started then, tears that I had saved up for months and months.

The banging on the cell door shocked me into silence and into movement, brushing away any and all tears that threatened to fall more. "SHUT UP." The guard passing outside yelled - two words of English that all the guards knew, something they had learnt fairly quickly after I had arrived here.

"Chase." That was Rose, from behind me. She didn't speak with a soft tone, rather her voice was rough from years of smoking, and now it was demanding information. Rose had been patient, it seemed. She'd restrained from asking questions for so long, and now…Now time had it run out. The older woman got up from her bunk, moving into an aggressive position. Uncertainly, I stepped back, subconsciously trying to find a place that I could defend.

However, there is only so much space in a cell.

Before long, I was backed up against the wall, my head next to the shelf with the photograph of my family. It only just occurred to me that I had no idea why Rose was even in prison, and it could only be something bad. I had a really horrible feeling about this...

She was...scarier than I ever thought she could be.

I was in trouble. I was in trouble and I had no one to help me. It had to be late now, everyone else were in their own cells and, if I was completely honest, the guards really didn't care what went on between people. I wasn't sure how I was going to get out of this.

"Rose?" I asked carefully, trying to hide any and all fear that I felt. This was not a time to be afraid. I knew basic self-defense, but this required far more than I knew. This wouldn't end well for me.

"The Morgans." Rose sneered, her usual somewhat docile tone gone completely, only that horribly harsh tone left. Turning her head to the side, she spat, allowing the spittle to land on the floor before she turned to look at me. "You're almost as bad as the Benedicts, you know." I was confused. Really confused.

"What do you mean?"

She rolled her eyes and reached down to her ankle, lifting up the hem of her trousers slightly to show a knife. A knife! Of all things, a knife! I had no idea how she got that in here, it was impossible to do that - we were routinely searched for this sort of thing. As I watched, she released it from its sheath and straightened up, looking completely at ease with the weapon. It was long, and sharp, and some sort of kitchen knife (that much I could tell). "Maria Chase Morgan. Your stupid family is ruining everything for us, so I'm going to need you to send a little message for me." She bared her teeth in an ugly smile.

"Rose, I haven't done anything to you." I plead, fearing for my life.

"Liar," She spat at me, jabbing the knife towards me.

"Rose!" My voice was getting shrill, and shaking. I was supposed to be dying tomorrow anyway, but this? This seemed so much worse. "I haven't done anything!"

Instead of answering me, she stepped closer, a wicked grin spreading across her face as that awful knife came closer to me. "Scream for me." Rose hissed, and that was what shut me up. I wasn't going to give her any satisfaction in that, so I set my face and jutted my jaw at her, becoming silent instantly. She made something like an inhumane growl at me, and I kept my gaze even, allowing her to feel my glare.

Then she lunged at me, wielding the blade as if she had never used it before. Everything was a blur as I tried to dodge her random slashes, not sure if I was successful or not as the adrenaline pumped through my veins and kept that from my mind.

It just stopped.

My back was still to the wall as I panted - with terror or not being able to breathe, I wasn't sure -, and even as I watched, Rose's eyes widened and she crumpled to her knees. As she toppled forwards I got a glimpse of who was behind her. Victor Benedict was dusting his hands off, brow furrowed as he looked down at the body of my room-mate. I followed his line of sight down to her, and it's hard to explain just how shocked I was to see the very same knife that she had threatened me with stuck in her back.

"Time to go, I think." Vick finally looked up at me, his voice sounding like he was discussing whether we should leave a party, and his golden eyes burned fiercely as he offered me a hand.

Knowing that I'd probably regret it at some point, I hesitantly smiled and placed mine in his. "Okay."