I had no idea that so many people wanted this fan fiction to stay here! I guess I was just having a terrible down time and thank you all so much for making me realize I've been such a real idiot! It was…well, I've had a hard week. A lot of my Senior friends graduated and I don't think I've ever cried so hard in my life; I've only got one year left of high school myself.

Thank you all so much for the pick-me-ups! If I could hug you, I would! Please enjoy the real chapter fourteen! :D (I apologize in advance for any OOC-ness, I have been away from this fiction for a while.)

Fourteen: Mine

"Hold on a moment," Sasha held up his hand, stopping them both at the top of the stairs, "Do you hear…singing?"

Milla paused as well, just behind her partner, straining her ears.

"No, not physically," He tapped two fingers to his temple, "Mentally."

Again, Milla listened but this time expanded her mental range to pick up the thoughts of others. She brushed Sasha's psyche and he withdrew sharply. She convinced herself it was out of habit.

"Razputin, don't you cry…Razputin, dry your eyes…"

"It sounds…like a lullaby, darling." The Mental Minx said softly, looking at Sasha who nodded slowly, "But why is there a lullaby playing in Razputin's mind?"

"Let's ask Rixintine." Sasha nearly stomped down the stairs, obviously furious, and Milla trailed after him worriedly.

"Rest your head close to my heart…never to part…"

The duo found Rix curled up on the chair Milla had left him in, rocking back and forth with his knees drawn up to his chin and his arms wrapped tightly around his legs. His vivid green eyes were rimmed with white and his breathing was shallow and quick.

"Razputin, you're mine…"

"Rixintine." Sasha got no response. He glanced over the top of his tinted glasses at his fellow agent, got a shrug in return, and turned his attention back to the boy, "Rixintine, what have you done with Razputin."

"I can't…reach him…" Rix mumbled, rocking back and forth to the steady rhythm of the lullaby echoing from his mind, "He's just too…worn out…"

"Razputin, when you play…"

"He appears to be in a state of shock." Agent Nein murmured, pulling his partner aside, "Razputin's mental signature is so weak, it's wavering, unstable in his own mind; no doubt due to the two of them pushing at each other constantly; and after the ordeal in the woods, Razputin is practically drained of energy."

"Don't you mind what they say…"

"But…but Raz is still in there, right darling?"

Sasha nodded slowly, knowing where this was going already.

"Then we can go get him, right?"

"No," The German replied, feeling a (very small) pang of guilt as Milla's hopeful expression fell, "The instability of his…their minds…mind," He shook himself, "Whichever, the instability of Razputin's mind would make it much to dangerous for us to enter his mind. Dangerous for us and for him."

"Let those eyes sparkle and shine…never a tear…"

"Raz…Raz…Raz…" Rixintine was still rocking back and forth, wide-eyed, muttering Razputin's name over and over and over again. Milla glanced at him anxiously, shot a look at Sasha, and went over, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close.

"Shhhhh, darling, shhhhh, it'll be alright." She murmured, stroking his hair and carefully avoiding the tender area where Raz had smacked his head on the tree, "We'll get Razputin back, it'll be okay."

"Razputin, you're mine…"

Sasha, was of course, absolutely furious with himself. Rixintine was loose and in an absolute state of shock, Milla was treating him like an orphan, and he himself could do nothing about it. For all he knew, this could be a ploy to catch them off his guard but Rix's mind was so shielded that nothing could be discerned except a solid wall and the occasional whispers of Raz's name.

At least he's contained for the moment, The German lamented, taking a huge draw on his cigarette; Rix was currently locked in the Underground Sanctuary being carefully watched by the "more than capable" Ford Cruller, This is a mess. Too much of a mess for this camp but, in all reality, there's nowhere else to put him.

Sasha swore in German, stomped his smoke out, and walked down the shore, kicking up sand as he went. He was angry because, for once, there was next to nothing he could do, he was upset because of the state Razputin was in, and he was confused about his role in the situation as a whole. He froze on the spot as a thought struck him.

If Rixintine is aiming to kill Ms. Zanotto, what's to stop him from targeting one of us (for some reason or another) next? His brow furrowed and he dug into his jacket for another cigarette, fumbling for it, What if he hurts Milla…?

Sasha cursed again, lit the cigarette with a snap of his fingers, and continued walking down the shoreline. He stopped under the shade of some rather tall rocks and leaned against them, letting out a puff of smoke as he did so.

What a mess…

Ford was wary of Rixintine. He'd been watching him rocketing around the lab (that had, on Raz's first trip to the camp, held his fellow brainless campers) for about five minutes, almost running on the walls he was going so fast, but approximately half an hour ago he'd finally settled down and was lying spread eagle on the floor, starring open mouthed at the ceiling like it was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen in his entire life.

Ford didn't blame him; with the scrambled and broken state Raz's mind was in, Rix would probably chase after a laser pointer and not even think twice about it.

No, what was bothering the Former Grand Head was the absolute lack of escape attempts the little rat had made. Logically, if Rixintine was after Lili's head then, by all means, why would he allow himself to be locked up with no chance of laying so much as psychic finger on her?

"That kid's planning something." He muttered, glaring at the figure still sprawled on the floor with a dazed look on his face, "I don't know what but he's cooken' up something."

Raz stretched, yawned, rolled over and opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep from them. The blue-white ceiling of Rixintine's ice castle met his gaze and he sighed, his breath frosting before him. Every part of his mental self ached as though someone had plowed him over with a steamroller.

"Better to be alive, I guess, then being emo under a tree in the rain." He muttered darkly, "No thanks to that…that…" He grumbled a few choice words to call his alter ego and slid off the throne, readjusting his goggles as he did so, "This place still creeps me out."

"Feeling better?" Raz jumped and looked around, glaring at Rixintine when he saw him standing at the foot of the dais with his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.

"I'd be better without you."

"Sure you would."

"Wanna try and see?"

"Not really."

"Fun-sucker."

Rix smirked, green eyes narrowing, and Raz rolled his eyes, tucking his own hands into his pockets.

"Can we please stop with all the freaking drama!?" The young Psychonaut scowled and Rix's grin dropped, "It's kill this, and kiss that, and don't make me do that, and I'm trying to protect you, and—oh my freaking gosh, my life's turned into one big soap opera! Shoot me!" Raz raised his hand, making a gun shape with his pointer finger and thumb, stuck his finger to his head and then jerked it back, tossing his head to the side, "Bang!"

Rixintine burst into a fit of maniacal laughter, doubling over and wrapping his arms around his stomach. Razputin took this opportunity to edge towards the far wall, making for the door that would take him out in front of his gypsy caravan. But just as he was stretching his hand towards the door, Rixintine's laughter died.

"It's because of me, you know."

"It's because of you what?" Raz growled, keeping his front towards the door.

"It's because of me that you're still alive. When you smashed your head on that tree, you were as good as gone. Sasha didn't have enough strength to keep a shield going. But I did. I forced my consciousness to override yours and brought a shield up until the others found us. You should be thanking me."

"Thank you? Puh, not if I was the President of the United States!"

"They like me."

"Huh?" Raz turned around, raising an eyebrow, not bothering to hide his confusion. Rix was grinning again.

"Milla, Sasha, Ford…they all like me."

"Oh, come on, cut the bull!" Raz snapped, fists clenched, "I'm so sick and tired of—!"

"I saved you," Rix kept talking, ticking things off on his fingers, "Saved your life, Saved Sasha's life, helped you back on your feet, and I didn't even so much as make a move at Lili or anyone else." His sneer was dark, twisted, "They're starting to trust me."

"You…you…you…" Raz searched for a word that would portray to Rixintine exactly what he thought he was, "You…you pea-brain!"

Rixintine exploded into another peal of laughter and Raz felt his face turn red. He'd pretty much just insulted himself. While Rix continued to laugh, Raz pressed his hand against the door, pushing on it, from behind his back. It swung inward without a sound and Raz slipped inside, backing down the hall with two fingertips to his temple, ready to fire at any moment. But Rixintine just kept laughing…and laughing...and laughing. Even after Raz had slammed the door shut on the caravan and backed away from it, Rixintine's laughter still rang in his ears.

"Ford…!"

"Shut up, I'm sleeping."

"Ford…!"

"Quiet."

"FORD!"

Ford Cruller jumped, almost falling off his swivel chair, and peeled off the piece of paper that had gotten stuck to the side of his face. Apparently, he'd fallen asleep in front of the lab watching Rixintine.

"Ford! Hey! Down here! Wanna let me out!" The Former Grand Head looked through the glass and say Rix (or Raz) standing in the middle of the room with his arms over his head and waving them in the air, half-grinning, "I'm not brainless anymore!"

Ford chuckled at the joke and then paused.

"Yeah, and how do I know you ain't Rix?"

"Eh…?" Raz let his hands drop to his side, a little lost. How could he prove to Ford that he was Raz when Rix knew all his memories?

"I'm waiting…" Ford had his arms crossed and was drumming his fingers on his arm.

"Ah…" Raz suddenly smiled, "Sasha's an idiot." There was a disbelieving look on Ford's face, "Well he is! He's never going to admit his love for Milla!"

Ford roared with laughter, slapping a hand on his knee and spinning his swivel chair in circles, "Boy, you have no idea!" He pressed a couple of buttons, "Come on up, Razputin, you've got some counseling to do!"

"What's the sound of the world out there?…Those crunching noises pervading the air!…It's man devouring man, my dear, and who are we to deny it in here?" –'A Little Priest' from the motion picture 'Sweeney Todd'

(slamming her head into the keyboard over and over and over again) I can't do it anymore! Ahhhhggggg! Okay, no, really, I can handle it. I'm so messed up right now. Anyone else here the voices in their heads telling them to burn stuff? Just kidding!

I'm sorry for being such an idiot, thank you all for smacking me around to get me set right again, and thank you for waiting so patiently for this chapter! Please review! Byes!