Sorry this took so long guys! After the finale aired I spent days, literal days, trying to figure out how to blend my headcanon with the actual canon. I'm still not quite sure but I have some ideas. Shout out time! To those who followed, favorited, reviewed, and theorized: ShadowTier, CrazyCaz, menolly23, mangagirl4, jukmare, pcwong7, babyshan211, Lost Girl 02, KazyCMfan, 78, bleedingheart25, naruto watching freak, InannaStar, AngieAnnie, Sunset Whispers, Flik98, rodriguezmaria105, and vivaelanime. Also I do read all your reviews and any PMs I get but I'm also not logged on to Fanfiction a lot of the time. I really only log on when I update any of my stories. So sorry if you feel I'm ignoring you if you send me stuff. Now, onward!

The pulsating pain in the back of his head was what woke him initially but the soreness in his jaw was what kept him awake. John eased himself up, propped up on an elbow while he pressed at his jaw. Something or someone had hit him. Looking around the enclosure John cursed. He was in Trask.

Something else that had his attention was the thick collar around his neck. No doubt a tracking device but also probably a shock collar in case mutants lashed out. Taking a look down John recognized the dark outfit identical to what Andy and Lauren had been wearing when he'd seen them in the woods. His eyes moved about, studying the box they'd put him in. It wasn't a regular cell, the walls were made completely out of some type of metal, of which John was sure they were hoping would hold him. He had never broadcast his exact strength or any of his additional abilities so he was hoping to have a few aces tucked away.

A whirring sound had him looking up at the camera in the corner of the room, its lens focusing on him. He gave it the middle finger before gingerly getting off the cot and standing on his feet. His body felt heavy and John was reminded of what happened in the woods.

Using his abilities he'd heard Clarice close by and had been about to head off in her direction when a tingling began in his legs, causing him to stumble and lean against a tree. The feeling had spread and soon he couldn't feel a thing, his limbs heavy, then his hearing had disappeared, the dark forest eerie in the silence. After that his sight had left him and he had blacked out. Only to awaken just now. He wasn't sure how long he'd been unconscious but he was hoping it wasn't more than a day.

Fingering the collar John let his hearing expand only to receive a shock for it. He faked a painful grimace before settling back on his cot. He'd felt the shock when he purposely used his heightened sense but with his invulnerability it hadn't hurt. Considering that aspect of his mutation didn't need to be activated it was safe to say they couldn't hurt or kill him. At least not yet. He knew they had to be coming up with ideas. Depending on the metal of his room, he could possibly tear it apart but it'd be better to escape if he was being taken out and moved. But his circumstance also provided a learning opportunity.

A metallic groaning had him looking up, a panel of the wall moving away to reveal a television screen. He'd just found a point of weakness. The screen flickered to life.

"Hello Mister Proudstar. Its good to see you."

John had only seen Campbell once outside Otto Strucker's business but it was enough. He didn't have any facial hair this time, instead replaced by a large scar that stretched from the left side of his forehead, down across the bridge of his nose and ended with half healed burns on his entire right cheek. It seemed the oldest Strucker had certainly made an impression. He felt a flare of satisfaction. The disfigured man looked to be in an office of some sort, walls of glass behind him as he sat in a chair. He must be watching him through his computer.

John didn't say anything.

The doctor smiled before he frowned. "Terribly sorry we can't be meeting face to face but, considering your mutation, talking to each other via video feed seemed like the more logically choice."

They had a right to be cautious but it also meant they would be less prone to mistakes. John ignored him for now, eyes sharp as he looked around. There was a very subtle ventilation system in the ceiling, which if they were smart, would be rigged with some kind of gas to incapacitate him if need be. The floors also could be used against him if they electrified it. What he did want was to figure out where the door was. So far he didn't see anything but with them watching he'd had to find it much more stealthily.

"It seems you two share some mannerisms." Campbell muttered, more to himself, which caused John to focus back on the man. "Anyway, I just wanted to ask you a few questions Mister Proudstar. Nothing too strenuous. Do you happen to know someone named Oscar?"

John kept his face blank even though his pulse jumped. Had they hurt Clarice? Picked apart her mind? That was the only feasible possibility. He knew her. She'd rather die first before giving up anything willingly. As would he. "No."

Campbell just nodded. "How about a Marjorie or Danny Mister Proudstar?"

His worry was growing. What kind of state would they have had to put her in for them to get that information? Maybe Clarice had been right and they did have someone with abilities similar to Sonia's. "Sorry, no."

John saw the change in the man's face, the slight hardening and thinning of his lips as the doctor stared at him fiercely, studied him. "And what of a Frankie? Or Franklin? Or even the name Richard or Richards? Do those sound familiar?"

John paused, seeming to think. This man was after something or maybe someone. Campbell had to know he was with the underground, but he wasn't asking about it. Nothing about the other mutants or even other satellite groups. No, he wanted to talk about these people. Interesting. He'd noticed the changed tone in the doctor's voice when speaking about Frankie. He wondered…? John nodded. "I knew a Frankie."

There. The underground leader took note of the barest hint of excited gleam in Campbell's eyes. He was good at holding back but John caught it. The scarred man leaned forward in his chair. "Is that so Mister Proudstar?"

John nodded. "Yeah. Owned the best taco truck I'd ever eaten at." He worked hard to keep his lips from curling into a smirk. Yep, all Clarice's influence.

Campbell's face soured, his mouth thin and eyes glaring. "You two are certainly made for each other. I wonder if it would work on you as well?" He looked off camera and nodded at someone.

John's adrenaline started pumping, his hands clenching into fists.

The doctor looked back at John. "I'll see you soon Mister Proudstar."

The screen went blank and John's eyes searched his room, trying to find the door. They were coming for him, he just didn't know how they would go about it. He suspected the ventilation system but who really knew in a place like this.

The same as when it happened in the woods was occurring now. John's body started to feel numb but instead of it being steady, this time the effect was nearly instantaneous. He collapsed to the ground, slumping over as his body drifted away from him. All at once his senses disappeared and he blacked out.

That same throbbing in his head woke him again, causing him to jolt into awareness. On instinct he assessed his circumstances. He was sitting upright and strapped into a metal chair. There were manacles clamped around his wrists, forearms, calves, ankles, and chest; hoping to keep him contained. He took another moment to look around.

The room was round, two-way mirrors on the walls, several cameras watching his every move. A desk and chair was a couple meters away from him, the flat surface devoid of anything. Across from him was a door; large and metal, having three large separate bolt locks. Which all unlocked and said door opened.

Campbell waltzed in, the door closing immediately behind him. This close John could see how the scarring made the doctor's lips pull strangely as he smiled. "Hello Mister Proudstar. Glad we can meet face-to-face again. I hope you're comfortable?"

"Like memory foam."

Campbell hummed. "Yes, quite the same. Now on to more pressing matters. It's our understanding that Miss Fong has been experiencing some memory issues after her mind had been altered. Correct?"

John worked hard to keep himself from reacting.

"Now, the days after she left your headquarters you tracked her down, yes? And that the morning after she was asking if Frankie had come by to grab Marjorie?"

His adrenaline was elevating, his head throbbing with anger. What had they done to Clarice? He knew he was showing too much emotion but he couldn't help it.

Campbell gave another smile. "Again there's no need to get worked up Mister Proudstar. After all you were the one that provided us that information."

John froze. Campbell had to be lying.

The scarred man continued. "You also enlightened us to the six children Miss Fong and yourself have taken into your care."

John gritted his teeth, denying the words being thrown at him. He would never tell them about the kids. Never.

"That little Norah sounds adorable. Quite the memorable blue eyes."

"Enough!" The metal chair groaned, the manacles screeching in protest as John flexed his forearms, pushing back the urge to attack the doctor. He looked up with vicious eyes, his voice low and threatening. "Enough."

Campbell was quiet, and to John's dissatisfaction, didn't seem worried. "Yes, I suppose you're right. My apologies. Now, back to why you're here. I need specific information Mister Proudstar. Information that both you and Miss Fong possess, but seeing how your companion is resisting, I believe you can help us." He waved at one of the mirrors. "Perhaps what helped Miss Fong can help you as well."

Clarice. They had Clarice, she hadn't made it out. He wondered if Sonia had managed to escape. He needed to find them both and then get out of here. He flexed his forearms, feeling the slightest warp of metal before he stopped. He just had to endure until then. From behind him a door opened and footfalls echoed in the circular room. He looked up at Campbell. "I don't know where you got any information from. I didn't provide it and you're not getting anything from me."

Campbell smiled, his expression that of almost twisted fondness. "Of course you didn't give us that information Mister Proudstar. We took it."

The second person in the room came out from behind him and John could only stare in disbelief. "No…"

"Hi Johnny." Sonia's lips curled, but this time it dripped with condescension.

"No." The mutant leader looked over at Campbell. "What did you do to her?"

"Nothing I didn't want to, John. Have a look." Sonia pulled back her sleeves. Showing him her pale unblemished wrists. "It's all me."

John shook his head, feeling angry at himself. How stupid could he have been? It was the perfect cover. The (ex)girlfriend of one leader and the best friend of the other. Close enough to be told all the secrets but distant enough to blend into the background. And with their relationship, she was able to get him alone. To get information from him.

He narrowed his eyes up at her. "The day after Gus died?" Sonia knew what he was talking about. She smirked, climbing up and straddling his lap, causing him to grit his teeth and pull as far away from her as he could.

She traced his collarbone. "Oh, and others times before that. Granted I couldn't get much information from you that day, especially after you had spent a few days with Clarice." She sneered when she said the purplette's name. "That loyalty of yours is disgusting really. I never got to have any fun in the past four years. At least once would have be nice but no, I had to make due with twisting some memories. That woman has to ruin everything. If she wasn't fighting so much I could have kept up my charade."

He turned cold eyes to her, muscles in his jaw ticking with rage, his voice coming out in a growl. "What did you do to Clarice?"

She only grinned, her eyes alight with twisted delight. "Nothing that hasn't been done before. You just sit back and try to relax Johnny. This'll be a bit of a rough ride."

He only managed to shout no before pink smoke filled his vision.

More important information! Are the pieces coming together? A few of you are getting close. Also someone made a comment a few chapters back about there being so many kids to keep track of so I figured I'd try and help. Oldest is Dane. White, dirty blonde hair with blue eyes, fifteen years old. He absorbs abilities or I suppose energy if you're plain human. Jessica is thirteen and an empath. She's a mix of Mexican and Black, with light dark skin and curly hair. Andrew and Oz are both twelve. Andrew has dark green hair, darker than Lorna's and has black eyes, so it looks a bit creepy. He's Mexican and can control plant life. Oz is Black with short hair and brown eyes. He controls earth. Like legit earth bender. Harper is ten years old, white, brown hair and dark red eyes. She manipulates the kinetic energy of an item. I made a note that she shares the ability with her older cousin which I don't know if anyone but one person made the connection. At last but not least we have Norah. She's got black hair and wide blue eyes, like Clarice but just a different color. She's also Native American, like John. Her ability is communicating with animals via telepathy but also being able to bond with them so that she can share their senses. Hearing and sight being the most popular. So there you have it. You can reference this author's note for future chapters. See you next time. Peace out. -Mez