A/N: OKAY I'M DONE. SCREW FILLERS, WERE MOVIN ON! I AM SKIPPING TO WHERE ROACH WAKES UP. THIS IS ABOUT A WEEK LATER (LIKE 4 DAYS) CAUSE 4 DAYS IS TOTALLY A WEEK. YEAH. THIS IS SET IN THE AFTERNOON. BY THE WAY, THE STUFF THAT'S IN ITALICS IS WHAT THEY'RE THINKING. YOU CAN NOW READ MINDS!

The past week had been really boring and uneventful. There was nothing to do without Roach around. He was sleeping because Archer had been giving him sedatives to get him some rest. It was nice getting to catch up with the Ghosts, though. They hadn't seen them in a while. Not since Elias died. They seemed to be okay though. They enjoyed hanging out and there was plenty of stuff to do at their base. Merrick said they could stay for as long as they needed to. They were currently sitting in the rec room, some of them reading, others laughing and joking around. Ghost, Soap, and Archer were sitting on the couch, talking about Roach.

"When are you gonna stop giving him sedatives?"

"I was thinking about today, but it's not like he's gonna be able to walk yet. I would give him crutches, but he wouldn't be able to use them anyways, not with that arm of his."

"That's true. Well, if he wants to go anywhere I guess we'll just have to carry him." Ghost smiled.

They all laughed at the thought of it, knowing Roach would be pissed. He always hated it when he was injured, especially when he couldn't walk.

"He'll be able to walk again though, won't he?" Ghost asked.

"That depends on him. If he lets it heal, then yes. But if he tries to walk on it too soon and tears the stitches, I'm not sure."

"Damn. He's gonna be mad."

"He's always mad when he gets hurt." Toad chimed in.

Archer looked at his watch. It was time for him to check on Roach. He had stopped giving him sedatives this morning, so he should be waking up soon. He sighed and got up.

"I'm gonna go check on Roach."

"Okay, we'll come too." Price said.

He nodded and they got up and walked with him to the infirmary. Roach was still asleep.

I guess he'll wake up later, He thought.

Price, Soap, and Archer sat down in the chairs that were sitting by his bed.

Archer started checking his vitals. After that, he put a hand on his forehead to see if he still had a fever. He sighed when he felt the heat radiating off of him. He had gotten the fever yesterday, while he was still fighting off the infection. He had already given him some ibuprofen an hour ago, so he couldn't give him any more right now. At least the fever was lower than earlier, though. He felt his pulse and looked over his injuries. It took him a good five minutes to look over all of Roach's cuts and scrapes. The worst was probably his back, which had dozens of deep cuts. It looked like he had been whipped. He carefully re-wrapped his ribs. He took the bandages off of his leg and checked the stitches. They were fine and there were no signs of infection. He wrapped his leg with clean bandages and moved up to get a look at the stitches on his face. Most of the infection was gone and the stitches should come out in a few days. The infection still wasn't completely gone though, so he turned around to look for antibiotics and a syringe.

He found them and took some antibiotics from the vial. He rubbed a bit of alcohol on a small area of Roach's arm and gave him the shot. Suddenly he heard a gasp and before he had time to react, something hard came in contact with his nose. He fell down and felt blood run down his face. He heard the syringe shatter right after he dropped it.

Without warning, the fog of sleep disappeared. He could feel someone rubbing something on his arm, a burning sensation coming shortly after. Wait, what the fuck was that?! His eyes shot open and he gasped when he saw someone standing right by his arm, holding a syringe. He reacted automatically, without thinking. His hand flew up and hit the man right in the nose. He saw blood flowing freely from the man's nose before someone rushed over to help, blocking his view.

His eyes shot around the room. He could hear people talking to him, but didn't process the words.

Where the fuck are we?

He sat up a little bit and suddenly his ribs were on fire. He groaned in pain, and because he was a stubborn little arse, he tried to sit up more. Hands grabbed at him and forced him to lay back down. He growled and shoved back at the hands with his left hand. For some reason he couldn't move his right hand...

"Roach, calm down." Ghost said.

He heard some more garbled speech coming from his left, but there was a loud pounding in his ears that refused to let him hear what they were saying.

Who the hell are you? Get the fuck away from me! He thought as more hands grabbed at him.

He fought harder, but eventually the hands got him pinned him to the bed. He tried to get away from them, but they were too strong. A few moments later, he felt another pinch in his arm. The fog was back. It circled him for a moment, teasing him. Then it swallowed him. And the world went dark.

The next morning...

The darkness disappeared again, but this time he couldn't sense anyone in the room. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room. Ugh. It looked like a hospital. He wondered where he was. He tried to move but discovered that he couldn't.

What the fuck...?

He looked down at his hands to see that his right arm was in a cast and his left hand was handcuffed to the bed. Also, an IV was in his left arm.

Oh shit.

He could deal with the handcuffs in a minute, first he needed to get that IV out. His right arm hurt like hell, but he moved slow. After a minute or so, he could reach the IV. It stung as he pulled it out, but he hated needles so he was just relieved to have it out.

Now that that was taken care of, he needed to deal with those handcuffs. He looked around for anything he could pick them with that was within reach. There was nothing.

Well, isn't that wonderful.

At least he had a bobby pin, though. He always kept a couple hidden in his hair, that's why he didn't cut it short. But now the problem would be getting to them... huh... he never really thought this through. He shook his head, trying to get one to come loose. The room spun like a top and his head hurt like hell, but he kept trying. He didn't know where the fuck he was and he sure wasn't gonna stick around to find out. After several minutes, one came loose and fell by his hand.

He grabbed it and slowly started to pick the lock. The stupid cast was in the way. It went all the way from his elbow to his wrist and was annoying the hell out of him. He kept working on the lock. He almost had it when he heard footsteps coming from down the hall.

Damn it.

He worked faster. The lock clicked open at the same time as Archer, Ghost, Price, and MacTavish walked in. He froze.

What? I thought they were dead. If they're here, then where the fuck are we?

"HEY! You weren't supposed to get out of those!" Archer said, striding over to him.

He yanked the bobby pin from his hand and locked the handcuffs again. He looked at his other arm and saw that the IV wasn't there anymore.

"Dammit, Roach." He said as he turned around and grabbed the needle.

He reinserted the IV in his arm and shot him a glare.

"Where did you get this," He asked, holding the bobby pin up. "You don't even have anything with you!"

Am I dreaming? He wondered.

This couldn't be real. They were dead...

Or your father was lying. Part of him said.

But what about the pictures?

Your father was lying, dumbass.

...Okay then.

"Roach?" Ghost asked, waving a hand in front of his face.

He flinched, just noticing that they were still here.

"What?"

"You okay?"

He thought about it for a second.

"That depends on what kind of answer you want."

"How about an honest one."

"I feel like shit."

"...Huh... I wasn't expecting you to actually give me an honest answer. You never do that."

"I'm too lazy to make up a convincing story right now." He sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

He looked over at them.

"Where the fuck are we?"

"Why did it take you like five minutes to ask that question?" MacTavish asked.

"Just answer the damn question."

"Fine, jerk. We're in the Ghosts' base."

He didn't know what to think of that.

"Who are the Ghosts?"

"Another unit, a.k.a Task Force STALKER. You'll get to meet them later." Price said.

He thought this over. Well, at least he would finally get to meet the Ghosts. He looked at Archer and just noticed the bruise on his face, by his nose.

"Woah... What happened to you, Archer?"

They all started laughing.

When he finished laughing, Archer said, "You are what happened to me."

He was confused for a minute, but then things started coming back to him. Small flashes of what happened yesterday.

"I hit you, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did. That's why you're handcuffed to the bed."

"You probably deserved to be hit anyways." He smirked.

"Hey! No I didn't!"

"Yeah you did. And I wouldn't still be handcuffed to the bed if you guys hadn't come in when you did."

"That's true. Where the hell did you get the bobby pin?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets."

"Oh, come on. Tell me."

"Not in a million years."

"What if I said please?"

"Still no."

"What if I... let you out of the handcuffs?"

He laughed at that.

"There is no 'letting' me out of handcuffs. The one and only reason I still have these on is because if I took them off, one of you would just put them back on, so there's really no point in doing that."

"If you're so smart, then get them off." Toad said, walking in.

"Oh, hi Toad."

"Hey. But seriously though, I wanna see if you can get them off."

"Gimme the bobby pin."

Archer walked over and handed it to him. He reached over and picked the lock. It only took him about forty-five seconds. The lock clicked and he slid his hand out of them. They all looked at him, shocked that he could get out of them at all, let alone that quickly.

"That was awesome." Toad said.

"No, that sucked. Stupid cast is in the way." He said, glaring at his arm.

"How fast can you usually do it?"

"In about twenty seconds."

"How the hell do you do it so quickly?"

"I got alot of practice." He grinned, remembering his teen years (although, technically he still is a teen. He's 19).

"Is that the subtle way of saying you've been in jail alot?"

"Actually I've only been in jail once, but I do have a criminal record."

"What for?"

"Mostly for TP-ing people's houses and blowing up mail boxes."

"Where were your parents while you were doing all that?"

"They always worked late." He lied easily.

"If you did all that, then how did you not go to jail?"

"Most of the time they couldn't catch me. The only reason they did once was because they had a taser." He said, shuddering at the thought of it. He hated tasers.

"Damn. You really are a trouble maker, aren't you?"

"Yup."

Suddenly a thought popped up in his mind. Was his father dead? Did they kill him or was he still out there somewhere?

"Hey, did you kill everyone in the base when you came and got me?" He asked, trying to sound casual.

"Uh, yeah. Why do you ask?" Price said.

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes, Roach they're all dead. I promise."

He nodded, but he had a feeling John was still alive. He couldn't explain why, but he just did.

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