Author's Note: Ty: Thanks, I do my best to put down good chapters. Sorry this update wasn't "soon" in any way, shape, or form of the word. I will definitely try to get the next chapter up faster this time.

m1dnight217: I try to make it interesting and I just write the story how I would enjoy having read it, so I guess that's where any originality comes from. I though Glasslands was amazing. I loved every page. I thought it was very fitting that Halsey be arrested, she commited several crimes against humanity and no matter what her reasons were, or how awesome her actions made fanfiction, what she did was wrong and she deserved to be punished for it. What did you think of Glasslands and Halsey's arrest?

After at least seven eternities, Mustache came in the room and glanced at Fred as he glanced at lights on the consoles surrounding him.

"The doctor will be here in a few minutes to walk you through the procedures to get back up and moving."

Fred craned his neck up -which hurt, by the way- and looked at Mustache.

"Why don't you just do it? Why does it have to be Unibrow?"

Mustache sighed exasperatedly and pinched the bridge of his nose. After a few moments he opened his eyes and looked at Fred again.

"Look, 104. There are lots of Spartans to get moving, you're only number five of twenty I personally have to prep, and you surely aren't the easiest Spartan to get done with. It would really help if you would stop speaking for at least ten minutes."

"What happens in ten minutes?"

"I get switched out and someone else has to deal with you."

"Who's that? Is it Unibrow? Someone else?"

"Will you please be quiet?" Fred shut his mouth once Mustache yelled, and waited fifteen seconds before saying,

"You shouldn't let yourself get riled up like that."

Mustache glared at Fred and continued with his work.

After ten minutes Mustache left, mumbling something about why Fred couldn't be like John, and Fred decided he really didn't want to talk to Unibrow at the moment.

He jumped up from his bed -regretting the whole jumping thing once it happened- and stumbled over to the door. He poked his head out and scanned the hall for any threats, which were mostly made up of the three marines guarding each Spartan's door.

He quietly shut the door and searched around his small cell for a disguise. He considered donning his sheets and running through the halls yelling, "I'm a ghost, I'm a ghost!", but figured that that would end up being more problematic than it was worth. Besides, if he was going to get out for any amount of time, his costume had to be somewhat convincing.

Fred tripped and almost-fell his way to a small closet in the back corner of the small, white, padded room and saw a sweatshirt with UNSC stamped across the front in bold letters and MARINES stamped across the back, but figured it wouldn't be enough disguise to fool even a marine. He kept prodding through the closet until he found exactly what he needed; a white lab coat and a clip board.

He quickly threw the coat on and held the clip board near his face and practiced walking, then stepped out of his room with the clip board held close enough that the marines wouldn't be able to see his face.

The marines saluted him and one asked, "Moving on to 87 now, sir?"

In the lowest voice Fred could muster he responded, "That's right soldier." And quickly stepped into the door marked 087.

When he went inside, all the lights were off. He shut the door behind him and was suddenly pinned against the wall with an arm holding his neck back and some sort of sharp object against his throat.

He spun to the side so his attacker was against the wall, but for that received a high two-footed kick to his chest, making him stumble back.

He hit the wall with his back on the light switch, and quickly snapped it on to see Kelly charging at him with a broken off chair leg in her hand. He held out his hands to stop her and she tried to stop herself when she noticed it was him, but both attempts failed and the two trainees fell to the ground with a loud crash.

There was banging on the door and some marines yelling that they demanded to be let in and asking what was going on, but Fred yelled in his deep voice,

"It's alright! 87 just had a hard time getting up and fell. You're disrupting my work, shut up!" His voice cracked the slightest bit when he said "Up", but the marines didn't seem to notice and the commotion outside ceased.

Fred stood and offered Kelly a hand up, but she stood on her own.

"What the heck, Fred?" She asked through clenched teeth.

"Are you kidding? I come in to bust you outta here and you try to kill me with a wooden chair leg?"

Kelly was about to say something back, but for a moment stopped and stared at him with a questioning look on her face. After about a minute of looking at him Fred said,

"What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen an extremely handsome devil in a white trench coat before?"

Kelly looked at Fred's eyes for what he realized was the first time since she started staring and smacked the back of his head.

"What was that for? It was a legitimate question!"

"First of all, it was for thinking I think that you're marginally good looking. Second, they're called lab coats, third, and this should probably have been first, for thinking that a Spartan holding a clipboard who can barely walk could bust another out, and fourth, I just really wanted to."

Fred thought for a moment, then said,

"So if you weren't staring at me because of my dazzlingly good looks, why were you staring at me?"

"Because of your hair!"

"Well, I didn't exactly have time to comb it and make it look good seeing as my only real goal was to get out of this crazy-person motel, and then that turned into getting you out with me when the marines told me to go in here..."

Kelly sighed exasperatedly and smacked him again.

"Look." She said and picked up a mirror.

Fred looked into the mirror at his hair, which was now streaked with silver.

"What the...so now they're trying to make us look old or something?" He glanced at Kelly's hair and said, "That's not fair, your hair is still blue! Why the heck would my hair be turned old like that?"

Kelly studied his hair for a moment and said,

"I dunno, I kind of like it."

"So you do like me." Kelly smacked him a third time and he shut up.

"It's kind of cool. Nobody has naturally silver hair like that, when people get old their hair turns gray or white, not silver." Fred glanced nervously at the door when a marine said,

"Doctor, is there something wrong in there?"

"Okay," he said, "We need to get out of here before the real doctors show up. Unibrow's already ticked at me as it is." Kelly opened her mouth to ask a question and Fred said, "I'll tell you who he is later. For now, we just have to get out of h-" He was cut off when the door opened and revealed Unibrow in his stuffy glory, surrounded by twenty very angry-looking technicians and marines.

"I think I know who Unibrow is now." Kelly whispered.

Author's Note: I'm very sorry to any readers that have put up with my sporatically distant updates, but summer is even more hectic than school when it comes to trying to get chapters written and stories updated. But, if you haven't given up on me, I swear that I will try to make the chapters worth the wait of my short updates. Tell me what you think I should improve on the story in the future(like making Fred less confident, making Kelly more of a prankster, making John less of a favorite, that kind of stuff)in a review, and I will try to incorporate it. If you like the way I'm writing all of the characters, you could just drop a review anyway!