Right, I know I got my timings slightly out last time, it was morning and then it was suddenly afternoon, my imagination sometimes forgets how reality works, but let's just stick with that timeline now, something weird and magical happened and about 6 hours failed to exist. :D

Just in case anyone is confused, I published another chapter a few hours ago.

The Fractures in Loyalty

Zhalia made her way cautiously through the corridors, just in case Sophie or Willow were being escorted somewhere. She stalked into the security room where she'd been told she could find Klaus's second in command.

"What was so urgent?" she demanded, it had taken her about seven hours to get to Klaus's bookshop and it was now 2:30 in the morning, and god she was tired! She glanced about the room, there were papers scattered about a desk, a shelf full of amulets and about 30 screens showing pictures from various CCTV cameras, her eyes flicked across them.

"You'll have to ask Klaus," he shrugged.

"Well he's not here is he?" she snapped, she had just come all this way for almost nothing!

Zhalia almost gasped in shock, she was pretty sure she jumped a bit. She stared at Willow in concern, through the blurry image she could just about make out her hunched figure, Sophie seemed to be shaking her slightly, apparently panicked. "What's happened to her?" Zhalia questioned, her throat dry.

"What, the blonde one with the checked shirt and ripped jeans?" he asked, looking at her strangely. She nodded, her eyes filled with the fear she sought to control but couldn't.

Zhalia took a deep breath and nodded. "What did Klaus do to her?"

"Why would you care?" he enquired suspiciously and she glared at him ferociously.

"I don't! But answer the stupid question!" she ordered.

"He didn't do anything to her, she just came down with this mysterious illness all of a sudden, it has slowly worsened and if she continues at the rate she's going at she won't last very long,"

Despite her best efforts Zhalia looked shell-shocked, no, no, no, this couldn't be happening. Of course she was always going to end up dead or at least severely and irreversibly injured taking part in Klaus's experiments, but this made it seem so much more real. "Hasn't anyone given her any medication or anything?" she challenged.

"Well, no," he replied uncomfortably, Zhalia in a rage was never a good thing. "She isn't important, she's just a girl, it's not like she'll matter,"

Zhalia stormed out the room in anger, she knew this was how the world and the Organisation worked, she was weak, she was irrelevant, everyone for themselves, everyone for power, that didn't make it right, that would never made it right! The old Zhalia would say 'screw morality' but she wasn't the old Zhalia, not anymore anyway. She was going to rescue Willow, Willow was not going to die, she couldn't! But what about Klaus, screw him too, yeah he was her father, but Willow was her friend, maybe one of the best and only ones she had ever had, apart from Lok and Dante that was, and what they thought mattered to her too! She imagined their faces if they knew that she had let her snuff it.

He watched her leave, Klaus was right, there was something wrong with Zhalia, he smiled, he had never liked her in the first place, now to see if he could get rid of her. Damn, that was impossible, messed up or not she was his daughter and apparently that mattered to him?

Zhalia reviewed her options, she needed to turn the security cameras off and find a way to escape without anyone finding out, getting Dante and Lok to help was out of the question, they were in South America! Therefore it was up to her.

Meanwhile, in a temple in Peru, Dante and Lok had run into trouble, they needed the team, it was so much easier with four instead of two! They both missed Zhalia's sarcastic comments and Sophie's confident voice, calling for spells and titans. They needed them, they had only known each other for a short time and they were already inseparable.

"I will blast you into oblivion!" a suit threatened.

"Hey, that's a fancy magic thing you got there, I doubt it actually works!" Lok taunted.

"Lok," Dante warned, that had not been a smart thing to say.

The suit trained his weapon on them. "Give us the titan now!" he ordered.

"Sorry," Dante shrugged. "I already bonded with it."

"Well then, I'll just have to get it another way," he smirked and fired it at them. A beam of bright blue light hit them before they had time to jump out the way, and that meant it was really fast as Dante's reflexes were incredibly impressive. The titan fell to the floor.

Dante could feel himself falling apart, literally, he was immersed in pain and he could hear his thoughts as they got less coherent and more confused. Zhalia, he thought. I've got to get to Zhalia!

The same sensation was happening to Lok. Damn it, he mused, I'm dying and I never even got to say goodbye to Sophie!

Zhalia stalked back to the security office, time to put her newly formed plan into action, this was not going to go brilliantly at all. Suddenly she crashed into Dante, she let out a screech and fell backwards onto the floor. Where the hell did he come from, she thought angrily, glaring at him, temporarily forgetting how much she had wished he was here just a few seconds earlier. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, noting that he looked just as shocked as she was.

Dante reached down and held out a hand. After a moment's thought she took it and Dante smiled, still looking dazed. The old Zhalia would have complained that she could get up herself, but what really was the point arguing?

"I don't really know," he admitted. "A suit hit me and Lok with some sort of light beam and I disintegrated, but thinking of you seemed to pull me here,"

"You thought of me?" she raised her eyebrows incredulously.

"Lok, where is he, he got hit too?" Dante flew into a barely controlled panic.

"Don't worry," she consoled him. "I'm sure he just thought of Ireland or Venice or something, he'll be okay, you'll see." Hopefully not the professor or anything. "Right now we have bigger problems though. Sophie and Willow are being held on the basement level and Willow is critically ill, she needs medical attention immediately!"

He nodded. "Which way?" he asked and she pointed down the corridor, who needed to turn off all the cameras and sneak around? Her excuse was Dante, she couldn't blow her cover in front of him could she? "Right," he acknowledged and raced down it, closely followed by Zhalia who yelled directions at him.

"Argh!" Lok screamed as he hit the stone floor, he groaned. "Everfight!"

Sophie raised her eyebrows. "Great rescue mission Lok!"

"Sophie, wait, what?" he asked, looking around him in bewilderment. "This better not be heaven,"

"No of course it's not, idiot!" she retorted. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"Um, there was this blue light and uh ta-da!" he exclaimed, not explaining it anywhere near as well as Dante had done.

"Uh, huh," she murmured, glancing down at Willow, whose breathing was slowly getting shallower. "Lok, help me I don't think she's gonna make it!"

Lok looked down at her in horror for a second, but then his expression cleared and he frowned. "Sophie, I think I know a way we can save her," he described. "There's this spell, it's like a superpower version of everfight, but you'll be able to do it won't you?"

Sophie stared at him sceptically. "Lok, no offence, but…"

"No," he interrupted. "I know there is, I read it in a book about seeker magic, one of the one's Dante suggested."

"Okay," she said inquisitively, but still sounding unsure.

"All you have to say is 'everbetter' and it works, trust me!"

"Lok, that sounds like the kind of spell a child would come up with," she reasoned.

"Just try it Sophie, please!" he begged. She nodded but still didn't have much faith in its origins.

Sophie hovered one hand over Willow's head and one over her heart. "I really hope this works," she muttered. "Everbetter!"

A wispy blue glow came out of her palm and she gasped.

"Come on, you can do this Sophie!" Lok encouraged her.

She took a deep breath and tried again, the spell worked better now she believed but it still wasn't powerful enough.

"Help me!" she ordered Lok, who obliged, putting his hands next to Sophie's and muttering the spell at the same time. Willow stirred. "One more time!" she cried and they repeated the magic.

The door flew open and the two teens leapt back.

"Lok!"

"Dante, Zhalia?" he asked wondrously.

"What's going on?" Willow whispered, trying to push herself up off the floor.

"You're getting better!" Zhalia exclaimed joyfully.

Willow nodded.

"We used everbetter," Sophie explained.

"Well done, which book was it in?" Dante asked, making a note to have a look at it, it clearly had some good magic in it.

"It was the one you gave Lok actually," she clarified. "He's the one that remembered it,"

Dante turned to Lok, trying to mask his surprise. "Well done Lok, that was very well recalled,"

Lok laughed, looking slightly embarrassed. "Well, I think we should do it again," he explained. "All together this time,"

The four of them nodded and placed their hands around her. When the spell was over, Willow jumped up, filled with energy. "So, what's the plan?" she asked, grinning brightly.

There was silence for a minute and then the sound of footsteps.

"Fight the suits," Zhalia declared and they all flew into action…

Wow, second chapter in one afternoon! Yeah, so if this chapter hasn't made sense, like I said in the beginning, it's probably because you haven't read the last one. I should update quickly, hopefully tomorrow, as I now have quite a clear idea of where I am taking this story, only a few more chapters to go now! But still, more action and revelations than in this chapter, as there wasn't really many here, actually Zhalia deciding to side with the Foundation this time was one but anyway, there'll be more!

Also, I apologise for any grammar mistakes I may have made, I have checked it through but there has been something seriously up with my tenses and calling people he instead of she or visa-versa at the minute, I really don't know what's happening to me, I mean this is English, not French or something!