Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this again, come on, I've written this for eight chapters already! So for a change I have decided to tell you all that I own everything :D (not) :(

Hi, I am so incredibly sorry for not updating for so long, I had to update another story and then I got obsessed with Lord of the Rings fanfic which is why you had to wait for over a week, to be fair I was ill quite a bit though as well so it wasn't totally that I couldn't be bothered and lazy :)

E: Will they test stuff on Sophie too…well my amazing reviewer, you will simply just have to wait to find out ;) This is going to end badly, I couldn't agree more…although I could never not give my readers happy ending…or could I? (duh, duh, duh!) Oh yeah, and dark side of the foundation, as promised :D (okay after second thoughts and 1 and ½ hours of writing, next chapter, I don't have time to write all I would like tonight, sorry)

STELLA (another guest) said something about Dante/Zhalia a few chapters ago, well I guess this counts as the beginning of a relationship :)

The Next Day

Zhalia waited nervously for Dante to find that Willow was missing. She was worried, but couldn't decide whether it was because she wanted him to find her or because she wanted Klaus to succeed and her job to stay secret. She stared intently at the clock, Sophie really was an uncaring idiot wasn't she. 10.30am and she still hadn't come running in through the door, panting and screaming about how Willow had been taken. Maybe the kid had some hidden agenda and wanted her to be disposed of anyway, no wait, this was Sophie she was talking about, the Organisation could have hurt her, or even worse got rid of her, hold on, she hated the princess, she would not feel concern for some stuck up rich snob. Although Sophie might put on a show for Dante, it wasn't like she would actually care if anything ever happened to Zhalia.

Dante came into the kitchen to grab an energy bar after his morning workout. "You alright?" he asked, noticing her expression.

"Uh yeah," she told him, blinking as her eyes became adjusted to looking at something that didn't have three spinning hands and make a ticking sound.

"You seem very distracted, worse than last night," he pressed, taking a bite and savouring the taste of the sweet cereal.

"I'm fine!" she snapped. "What's it to you anyway, always pestering me about my emotions," Zhalia added as an afterthought, still defensive, but not so much so. Dante stared at the confusion in her eyes, her tiredness causing the barriers for her emotions to crumble a bit. She thought about how Willow had said she was a nice person, huh, she'd got her kidnapped, that was lovely! What the others couldn't see though, was that the world was all about power and how to get it, they hadn't had to grow up like she did, they looked after people and for what, it made them weak, besides, she didn't need or deserve their concern anyway. Zhalia had to admit it might be interesting to see life like the team did once in a while, after all, it hadn't done them any harm, it will do though, a small voice muttered in her ear that she couldn't get rid of. She owed Klaus everything, she mustn't forget that, even if she didn't always agr-…that was irrelevant.

"I care about you!" he insisted, sounding a little hurt.

Zhalia was about to weaken but she couldn't let her walls down. "Why, what am I to you except for a team member? I'm hardly important!" wait, had she just said that she didn't think that she was significant, thank god Sophie didn't hear that, the brat would have had a field day. It was true though, in the Organisation your team members were colleagues, nothing more, if something happened you got new ones, hopefully they would be better, if you got stuck with worse you had a problem, but there wasn't really much you could do about it. Of course, she had often preferred to work alone…

"Zhalia, please don't say that, you know…" he trailed of as someone came barging through the front door. The two of them stormed out of the kitchen and into the room where Lok was alone, well with his titans, but if he was against loads of suits he wouldn't stand a chance.

"LeBlanche?" Lok questioned, getting up to help the old butler, who was bent over double, trying to catch his breath, sweat pouring from his forehead.

Wait, where's Sophie? Zhalia frowned. Shouldn't she be here instead, surely she would have got here faster? And why was LeBlanche showing so much concern for a girl he hardly knew?

"Sophie…" he gasped. "…she's been…kidnapped…by the…Organisation!" Dante and Lok stared at him in horror.

"What!" Zhalia exclaimed, couldn't the Suits do one simple thing right? It was easy enough, see, rich girl, good with titans, nice girl, not so good, wasn't hard to spot the difference, especially with the accents!

Lok and Dante looked at her strangely. "Since when have you cared so much about Sophie?" Lok enquired suspiciously, oh great, now he'd taken Sophie's place as chief distruster.

"Willow was at her house you dim-witted idiot!" she shot back, trying to hide how she really felt.

"Willow's been taken too," LeBlanche informed her, coldly and more calmly this time.

Zhalia visibly paled, okay, she'd tried to deny it before, but Willow was her friend and as much as she might like to shy away from the truth, she didn't want her in Klaus's labs. Couldn't the suits do anything right? Come to that couldn't she do anything right, caring about others got you hurt or even killed. Willow was just another experiment, she didn't matter. "We need to get them back!" she announced, it was all about not blowing her cover, right? Or wrong, maybe she shouldn't help them find Klaus, she couldn't betray him could she?

Sophie awoke to the sound of a dripping pipe and the chill of a stone room. Bleary eyed she gazed about her, Willow was sitting in the opposite corner of the room and reading a book, shivering slightly, her foot drawing squiggles in the grime absentmindedly.

"What are you doing?" Sophie asked, getting unsteadily to her feet and walking over.

Willows eyes visibly lit up. "You're okay!" she exclaimed. "I was beginning to worry if they'd hit you over the head too hard, I mean, I knew you were still breathing but still!"

Sophie smiled. "What are you reading?" she enquired. "Or more to the point how did you manage to take a book with you?"

"Oh, it's not mine," she said conversationally, as if they weren't trapped in an underground dungeon. "Klaus gave it to me, he figured I might need to learn a few more spells before I fought anyone again."

"But haven't you learnt some already?"

Willow shrugged. "Don't see any harm in learning more!"

"I see your point." Sophie nodded before dragging Willow up off the floor to come sit on the bed that she had previously been lying on. "You'll get ill sitting on that floor," she observed.

"Who are you my mother?" Willow snapped and then bit her tongue, looking down at the ground, it was a touchy subject for both of them, Sophie because her mum was dead and Willow because she might never see hers again, they also hadn't parted on the best of terms.

Sophie sighed and pushed the blanket against the wall, so they could lean against it, the cold still seeped through but less so. Willow kept her eyes fixed on the book, but muttered a soft "Thanks,"

Sophie glanced at what she was reading. "Can I see?" she asked and Willow leaned towards her so she could observe it. Sophie accidentally brushed her arm. "Oh my gosh Willow! You're boiling!" she exclaimed and Willow shrugged, looking guilty and drawing away from her slightly.

"I'm sorry, but we have to think of a way out of here and focusing on that fact that I'm unwell will not help you formulate a plan!" she apologised, she had been feeling steadily worse since she had woken and had hoped that her dizzy feeling would pass, if not now at least when they had thought of an escape plan.

"We don't have an escape plan!" Sophie cried angrily, her fear getting the better of her, this was not where she wanted to be right now, there was almost no chance of getting out and she didn't know how close Dante and the others were to finding her.

"Sorry, I'm trying to figure one out by looking at this book," Willow told her, shrinking away and feeling worse at Sophie's voice, before another dizzy spell hit and she closed her eyes, willing it to pass.

"Something wrong girls?" Klaus demanded. Slamming the door open.

Willow gazed at his blurry face while Sophie muttered a quick. "No sir," she was raised to be polite, particularly in life threatening situations. An angry sarcastic comment could hardly help here, especially not when Willow was in such a state, speaking of which…

"Willow, come here. I wish to take another sample and then test your abilities again," Klaus told her sharply.

She took a deep breath and nodded, pushing herself up off the bed and taking a few carefully placed steps forward. She collapsed and fell to the ground.

"Willow!" Sophie shrieked and Klaus looked mildly surprised at her unconscious form. "Very well," he sighed. "I shall just have to experiment on you first then, see how magic affects those of the same age who have always used it. I didn't really need you but maybe you can be of help. Besides, when she wakes, seeing the effect of magic on the sick should be a most interesting experiment, but, if she does not make it, no matter."

Sorry, I wanted to make this longer but I have homework etc. (sigh)

Please review, also do you want everyone to find out Zhalia's a spy or to stick with the canon(ish) version of events. Please type yes if you want or no if you don't, but I suppose that could have been obvious. Hope you enjoyed and please review!