Hey, all of you! How long since an update? Do I even need to count the days? I am ashamed, and I am sorry. Very rocky point in my life, and I suffered a loss in my family, so, I have not really had much of a chance to write. I am sorry for this, but it was important to do other things. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! Warning- Not best material. Been typing this over the course of however long since last update by writing about a paragraph or sentence here or there, so its choppy. Love you all!

I don't know how long until I was out before I was awakened by a voice calling my name.

"Alison! Are you okay?" I tried to blink once or twice, attempting to take away the blur that was in front of my eyes. It was not a familiar voice, not in a sense that I actually had heard it speak to me. I knew it though. I tried to rise, and found my shirt come loose, the one which had been tucked tightly around my shoulders.

I blushed as I remembered how I was, and quickly pulled the shirt back over my head, as fast as I could with my various aches and burns. The fabric was awful feeling on my skin, but I grit my teeth until it rested comfortably. I took a deep breath, then head the voice call my name again.

"Alison!" I turned my head to the left, where I expected the man to be speaking, though I knew it was not his voice. He looked like he was sleeping, his bare chest rising and falling with a slow, steady, rhythm. So, confused, I turned to my right. There was Rockwell, sitting up. He had a smile on his face.

"So, you're awake?" His voice was a whisper, but it was kind, and though he appeared pained, he was smiling. I nodded my head, a bit confused.

"Yeah, you woke me up." He let out a breath as I said this.

"Good. If I can wake you up, it's good." I tilted my head in confusion. Everything was still so fuzzy, I had a hard time understanding. Why would he have wanted to wake me up? I shook my head gently, though that made me only feels a bit sicker. Swallowing seemed to help, so I tried to muster up my manners in the brief period of silence.

"Mr. Rockwell… um, no disrespect, but… what?" I swallowed as I finished, as each word seemed to nauseate me. He smiled as I leaned up against the wall.

"Please, you're in the same boat I am. No need for formalities. Besides, I'm barely twenty seven, not more than fifteen years older than you, so, it's all good. I am lightly trained in field medicine, and I know that if I can wake you up, you aren't unconscious any longer. It's a good sign really*. As for what you can call me, my full name is Jameson Lucas Rockwell, so James is okay for me." He ended with a smile as I still tried to comprehend everything he was saying. So, he was saying I am okay. All that talk, and it really came down to that. I spoke again.

"Uh, James, how do you know my name?" He shrugged when I finished. Jerking a thumb to the man on my lefts direction, he whispered

"He told me. He doesn't say much. He's one of the longest residents here. He'd given up hope for rescue a long time ago, and depression gnawed into him incredibly quickly. But, no matter how much it seems like it, he isn't broken. He hasn't even given up his name, no matter what they do to him. He won't even tell me, or any of the others. I think his name is the one thing holding him to this earth, his true anchor. He can't give it up, not to me, or anyone. He will respond to a nickname, though. I call him Ice, because he is silent and as cold as ice. I think he takes it as a compliment. " He gave me a mysterious look, wiggling his eyebrows. I tried not to laugh, and barely made it off with a large smile crossing my face. So, I had two names. James, to my right, and Ice, to my left. Matvei, my ally, and Brutus, my enemy.

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Roach sat on his bunk bed, staring straight into Ghost's eyes. Roach was feeling a wave of emotions that he couldn't describe, and looking directly into the glacier blue eyes wasn't helping much.

"Now. What do you feel?" Ghost asked him in a deeply therapeutic voice. Roach closed his eyes shut for a moment, then said the first emotion that came to the surface of his bubbling insides.

"Sad." He said, and found that his voice took a forlorn hint to it. Ghost nodded, and Roach cringed as the skull bobbed up and down. It was making things worse. This wasn't helping him all that much. Ghost was the next to speak.

"Okay, now you have found one of your emotions. Why do you feel that way? Dig deep down." Roach felt a simmering in his heart as this was asked this. When he thought about it, there were many answers. He didn't respond with one of the many, though. Instead, he responded with an annoyed answer.

"Why are we doing this again? Why don't we go help her, or find that place?" He made a move to stand up, as the words sent a sudden surge of adrenaline through his veins. Ghost put a firm hand on his shoulder, and squeezed tightly enough in the small pressure point to make him sit down. Roach reluctantly complied.

"Roach, remember, MacTavish said that we are doing this for a few reasons. The first is, you need to calm down, and sort your head out. The second is, you need something to do while they are researching everything we know about where she could be. And, third, I am worried about you. So, this is a good thing for you. Now, let me ask again. Why do you feel that way?" Roach only paused for a moment before he decided he wouldnt lose anything by talking to Ghost.

"Well, I'm sad because I thought that she would be here safely and we would be having a good time, at the lake or something, maybe, right now. Also, the fact she could be dead makes me hurt a bit." Though Roach would never admit it, the words actually did soothe him, helping him get the weight off his chest. Ghost nodded again.

"So, that is perfectly normal. I understand. Are you feeling anything else?" Roach didn't need to pause again this time.

"Anger. And, why, I know you will ask, so I will tell you right out. Angry at Makarov and the Russians for screwing with us like this, and taking a young girl. Its sick, and it makes me angry." Roach stopped, took a breath, and ran a hand through his hair.

"You know what, Ghost? I am really angry, more than sad. So, Mr. Therapist, I'm heading over to the gym to lift some weights, then I'll run a bit. Happy?" Roach didn't wait for a response. He shouldered his way past Ghost, who made no visible attempt to stop him. Roach stuck to his word, and spent a good portion of his day out with the weights.

*I have no idea if this is actually true. I never do research : ) So, just pretend.

Anyway, that's all, and another little note I forgot to mention. Everything in my computer is still fucked up, so, I am not able to post reviews on any stories. Special apologies (Because I have not time to pm) go to Uniquebeing and Queenkhs for their stories. I love them, and I would review if I could, but I cant, so sorry! And, also, to Uniquebeing, where is the next chapter of 'Can you Fix Me?' :(

Also! (So many things to say!) To my once silent readers that have now reviewed, I think there are two of you, thanks! It made my day :)