A/N I hate to jinx it, but I've been uploading a lot more, huh? :D

A/N2

Dude, I typed the above authors note a week and a half before I typed this one, that I am actually typing riighhtt nowwww. Anyways, yeah. That was a HEEUGE jinx. Because 3 hours after I said that, my laptop broke.

FML.

Days passed, my cuts and bruises faded, along with my worry for the others.

I mean, of course, I wondered where they were, and if I would see them soon, but I know they were okay.

I just had a good feeling.

I had been there maybe a week month or so, before I asked a fellow killjoy with loose blonde waves and pale skin why I hadn't seen any of the killjoys I had come in with.

She turned to me and grinned. "Ah, Spark, don't worry about it. There's like, different wings, sectors, floors, yada yada yada." She sighed, waving a plastic spork around as she talked. "They split most people apart so you can't, you know, plan mass destruction while choking down egg salad together. It's pretty understandable."

I nod and poke at the gray mass on my plate. Personally, I wouldn't feed it to my dog, but whatever. Better than eating the cutlery itself.

…Or was it?

"Guys, do you think these are edible?" I ask, staring down the plastic spork.

"What?" Clara snorts, putting her own down. The others chuckle, and go back to their conversations. The room buzzes with it's usual glow.

Actually, now that I think about it, it was louder. People sounded like they were yelling- in a friendly way.

My dark haired friend picks up her tray and moves over to me, plopping down with a smile. "Hey you, what's with the long face?" She asks me, propping her chin in her hands.

I sigh, rubbing my eyes tiredly. "Heart, you know what it's like… To miss your friends, wonder if they're okay." I give her a fake pout as she ruffles my hair.

"I think they're fine, Ive." Clara reassures me.

I scrunch my nose in thought. "I've cried onto your shoulder, you know everything about me… But what's your story?"

She stiffens, and her jaw locks. She picks up her utensil and fiddles with it.

"That doesn't matter." I hear her say coldly and bitterly.

I flinch at her shutting me out, usually she was very welcoming.

"Sorry, uhm, I understand sometimes things are… uh, touchy."

She quickly changes the subject.

"Hey, Spark, the crowd. Maybe there's someone new." She asks me, pointing to the corner of the room, where people were swarming like vultures over a draculoid carcass.

I immediately stand up and my chair skids four feet or so. I run up to the people, all laughing, talking, and asking questions to the newcomer, who's face I had yet to see.

"Kid, what's your name?"

"Loving the tattoos, bro."

"Sit with us, will you?"

I rudely push past a few tall people until I can finally see the new guy.

I see the back of a white jumpsuit, and long almost black hair. But I knew him anywhere.

"Fun Ghoul!" I scream out, running towards the short man.

He whips around, and our eyes meet. I flash back to the day we had lost contact. A grin immediately spreads over his face and he rushes towards me. He picks me up and spins me round in circles, kissing me the whole way until we're out of breath.

"Oh, baby, I thought I wouldn't see you again!" He whispers to me in a pleading voice, kissing at my neck.

"Frank…" I whisper to him, yanking his face up to mine so I could look him in the eyes. "…Where are the others?"

He frowns and looks down, tightening his arms around my slender waist. "I haven't seen them since we got in. I'm lucky that I was moved into here." He must have noticed my questionable look, and he chuckles in response. "I got in a fight with a bunch of guys… Like, a lunch time gang war. So they had to move me somewhere else. Afraid of a future nuclear blowout, or something."

I smile and feel a warm feeling pool into my chest. Our eyes lock and we just stand there in each other's eyes for what seems like hours.

The crowd dispersed more as we talked again, catching up on everything we missed. Friends, interrogations, news, the whole lot.

Finally we walk hand in hand back to the table, where everyone stares.

"Woah, baby, do you make friends fast…" Blondie laughs at me. Clara gives me a look.

"Guys, this is Frank. He's my boyfriend from before I got taken in. I mean, we were split up, but they made a mistake, I guess, and put us back together." I smile, swinging his hand with mine.

Frank gives them all a cheery wave and sexy grin, and I swear half of the girls there had to fight away dirty thoughts.

Hey, my boyfriend was sexy. I liked it.

The group goes back to there melodious laughs and conversations as I point everyone out to Frank.

Eventually, when we notice we only had ten minutes or so until we had to go back to our rooms, I look up at Frank. Our eyes meet, and he smiles.

He strokes his soft hand down my cheek and leans in. his lips touch mine and I shiver.

"Did you miss me?" He mused quietly, giving me a loving look.

I fight back a tear of happiness and nod. "More than you will ever know, Frankenstein." At the old nickname, he collides his forehead with mine.

"You know, baby, there's a janitors closet with our names in it…" Frank winks, nodding over to the left side of the room. I snigger at his offer.

I push him playfully. "Horny freak. We aren't spending our last five minutes together sucking face in a dark closet."

I hear someone stand up and stomp away, and look up to see Clara's back walking towards the exit. A guard escorts her out of the room.

"What was her problem?" Blondie asks me, leaning over the table. I shrug. "I could ask you the same thing."

"She-" The sound of Frank's voice was cut off by a loud bell. I sigh and he pulls me in for one last hug.

"Next time we get out, you and I, lets do something together. Just you and me." He kisses my forehead and is whisked away to his room by a pesky guard.

I sigh once again, and another arm is wrapped around my shoulder. I look over to see my little blonde friend pulling me towards the exit. She rattles on about how I'd see him again soon, and no use going all Juliet and committing suicide over a 47 hour separation.

I cut her off. "Hey, uhm, in all of the month I've known you, I never got your name." I tell her, and she laughs.

"I go by a lot of different names, but I guess the one you're looking for is Radiation Rascal." She shrugs.

"Uh, thanks, Rascal." I grin, getting used to the name. "That's a cool name. You make it yourself?"

Another shrug. "I think so. I can't remember, it was like, a bajillion years ago." Rascal cackles.

I roll my eyes. "Well, I'll see you later. I'll get the lethal injection if I do not return to thy cage. See you… Uh, two breaks from now."

"Sounds like you're getting lucky with Romeo, eh? Where, the closet? Airduct?"

"Shut the fuck up, dumb shit. Someone will hear you." I laugh quietly, clamping a hand over her mouth.

She bites, I shove her, and we're both pulled away by fed up draculoids.

I'm shoved back into my cell, and to my surprise, Clara isn't here. I look under the cots.

Nope, no Spanish beauty under there.

Shrugging it off, I throw myself onto my bed and wander off into dream land.

I tug at the thin sheets, tossing and turning like no tomorrow.

Time passes, it could have been minutes, hours- I wouldn't know.

Finally, the creaking of the cell door floods into my eardrums and I sit up in a panic, reaching for where my holster would have been.

Hmmph.

"Clara, where were you?" I gasp, stumbling up. Her hair is messed up, and she doesn't meet my gaze.

"Meeting with, uh, Kor- uh, the exterminator." She mumbles and settles down in her cot.

"You're going to bed?"

"Yeah, I'm tired."

"What time is it?"

"Around 9ish. Go to bed."

"But I've been napping all day."

"Listen, Sparx," She snaps, whirling around to glare at me. "I don't care what the fuck you do, just leave me alone!"

Her cold command rings out through the cell, and I'm left there standing in shock.

I finally sit down and stare out through the bars.

Maybe about ten minutes pass, and I pace up to the bars and stick what I can of my head through.

"FUN GHOUL!" I scream out, grasping the bars. I hear draculoids jogging over to shut me up.

I hear a reply, although very quiet, in the distance. "SPARK?"

I laugh and smile to myself. All my worries, insecurities, and foggy feelings fade away at what he yells next.

"I LOVE YOU!"

I grip the bars and gasp.

"I… I LOVE YOU TOO!" I respond, mentally jumping up and down.

I hear the draculoids approaching where I am and dash into my cot, and fake a deep sleep.

They walk past the cell, trying to find a culprit for the noise.

That night, I slept deeply. I dreamed of Frank and I, in our own perfect world.

One with color, music, emotion… And love.

But could we make that dream come true?

…..

Grace POV

Breaks were the only things that I felt thankful for, in this cold prison-esque world we called the Headquarters.

During breaks, I sat with Minute Missile and Vocal Vendetta and some other randoms I hadn't put names to.

"Missile," I ask him, pushing around the sludge on my tray. "What's your story?"

He smiles and me and ruffles my hair, like Jet would do.

"I've told you before," He chuckles, and I catch a lonely hint in there.

I smile and lean over to ruffle his back. "I want to hear it again!"

Maggie butts in. "Ah, Chris, baby, tell her, will ya?" She grins with that thick accent of hers. "If you don't, I'll tell her about the noodle incide-"

"Blackmailisnotcool!" He cries out at motor-boat speed. Whatever the "noodle incident" was, it must have been suckish.

"Finee." Chris throws his tattooed arms up in defeat and begins his story;

"Once upon a time, there was, well, me. I had survived the blasts because I was really far from the first attack, and by the time the second one came to where I was, I was already in the ruins of the first. I had one friend, and eventually we picked up more and more new guys, until we had a big group of pals.

We fought, we lived, we loved. Not a day was taken for granted.

But then…"

He pauses, withdrawing a painful breath.

"There was a beautiful woman. She had this smooth, pale skin and these stunning eyes.

We had met as she wandered blindly into our territory. We took her in.

Within weeks, we were closer then anyone else could have been. I had told her my secrets, she told me hers. Ah, inseparable- that's the word. Yeah.

When I told her I had liked her, I swear there were fireworks along my vertebrae as we kissed. She's the most amazing girl. Ever.

For maybe a month after that, we became one. I knew that she was the one I would spend the rest of my life with, no matter how short it may be.

But then one day I was sent out to fight a major drac wave. She begged me, she pleaded me, she cried and cried as I walked to the car. I never looked back, I mean, how could I? I would have just ended up running right back.

I never thought I'd end up being captured and taken in here. No, I wish I had died that day…

I haven't seen her since. She must think I'm dead."

He doesn't speak for a minute or so, just stares at the wall.

Frankly, me and V are shocked. He usually refused to talk about the girl he had loved in the past- and still loved, to this day.

Finally, he opens his mouth again. "You know what? Sometimes I-I… See her. Like I swear she's walking through these very halls. I'm going crazy." He chuckles the last line weakly, shaking his head.

"Chris…" I place a hand on his arm. He looks up, sorrow drowning his beautiful brown eyes. "What was she like?"

"She was sarcastic. Funny. Gorgeous. She had this long bright blue hair, and this deep crimson eyes. She was so pale, and against the bright colors she wore, looked like a freaking ghost."

I gasp.

Blue hair?

Red eyes?

Could this be any more trippy...?

"Her name… She went by-"

"-Sparx Fire." I interrupt. All color fades from his face as he stares at me in pure shock.

"H-How… How did you know?" He gasps. He looks as if he'd seen a ghost.

I sigh, and run a small hand through my hair.

"Boy, have we got a lot to talk about…"

Whaddya thank? I got a monitor hooked up to my screen, so it'll be harder then usual to update as to lack of, uh, portability? Or something. So yar, better then (BUTTER) nothing.

:] .Ri